her third eye

You know, I was going to, but I figured that might be too much. I- [ cue stupid grin ] Yeah? Then maybe I should reconsider. Hey, okay, I wasn’t fishing for sympathy, but good to know where you stand on that. Just know I’d buy that same ticket again if Sam’s life was on the line… again. Speaking of…maybe some whiskey could help cure that hangover. [ laughs ] Sorry, I’ll stop with the sight jokes. I’m glad you’re back, Pamela. I’m sorry we couldn’t protect you back then.

Some lines you just can't cross, huh? Yeah and not gentle either [ winks ]. Don't get your panties in a bunch, Dean. If you and I can't speak candidly about the fiery depths of hell, my untimely death or the last Rolling Stones tour then truly, what the hell’re we doin'? Again. I'm not here to tell you when to leave stupid enough alone, don't you worry. Just as long as you don't drag my fine ass into it... Now that's what I'm talking about! C'mon, let's drink. Glad I'm back too. Ah, [ she holds up her hand ] save it. Less apologising, more drinking.

I have done a lot with Dean Winchester. [His expression was more questioning than confident, like he wasn’t sure what that had to do with anything. But she didn’t want him to help, that was… fine. He had already screwed up with her.] Okay. Next time.

Ah, yes. Not many humans are capable of seeing my true self. It is better for everybody if I am in this vessel. [Everybody but Jimmy, of course]

You're living the dream. [ Sadly, she was sure the innuendo of it all was lost on him but this felt like a start even if she wasn't entirely sure that's what she wanted. The downside of being alive again. ] Yeah. I'll [ she pressed her palms together as if she were praying ] call you or something.

“So I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and for the life of me I can’t figure it out… do you know the difference between cheap and expensive wine because I literally can not tell the difference. Put me on trial and I’ll say the same thing.”

“Mm... Nope. I wouldn’t know this one from an abandoned box from three Christmases ago that no one got around to drinking. Still does the job though, right? Pinot, Merlot... Peach flavoured, it’s all good here. It’s just price I think and the obvious lie that it’s been aged for 500 some years. Unless you’re wine guy is old old.”

“Do you think we’d get more tips if we decorated the tip jar–maybe with flowers or something? People are always more willing to donate if you brighten their day a little.”

“Sweetheart, you just keep being your perky lil self and those tips will come rolling in faster than the Stones. Sayin’ that, you follow your heart. Hey, another idea- you could make a big production of hopping up onto the bar and pulling a Coyote Ugly when you get the real big bucks. You’d make enough to retire from me alone.” A-wink. 

Hey, Hell didn’t have them either. So they had a billion other ways to cause you immeasurable pain, but hangovers were off the table. Although, that might have something to do with the lack of beer. Or Long Island Iced Teas. Sorry, I don’t carry meds, but look at you being here on Earth. Living, breathing, seeing. And hey… it is really good to see you.

Sweetheart if the next thing outta your mouth is about me being a ‘sight for sore eyes’, I’m gonna smack you. Not sayin’ where. Hey, don’t go all grumpy on me with the Hell talk and immeasurable pain. It’s your own dumb, sexy ass that bought the ticket for down below. Mhm, just whiskey and tolerance with you boys. Oh, I’m sure it is really good to see me. But yeah, it’s really good to see you too, Dean.

I can promise I won’t hurt you, if you want the hangover gone. I have done it before. [But if she wasn’t comfortable, he wouldn’t push it.]

Uh, yes. Jimmy is my vessel.

You’ve done it before? Right... Lemme guess, you did more than just leave your hand print on Dean Winchester? Not that I’m judgin’, we’ve all kept questionable company. [ She narrows her eyes but he’s just so...marshmallow-y. Soft and apologetic- what was she supposed to do with that? ] Maybe next time.

“Indeed I am.” Kelly nodded happily, it was nice to be recognized as an angel for once and not the spawn of Satan’s mother. Not that she wasn’t proud to be Jack’s mother but she was her own person too. She chuckled at the woman’s words. “How ’bout…” She considered it for a moment. “A drink would do.” One drink wouldn’t do harm, actually it’d be quite nice. 

Being at peace with everything that had happened to her- especially those things of the angelic variety- was a hell of a lot easier when she was actually in heaven. Buying into the shiny happy eternity of the place had more than made her earthbound worries and grudges fade away. Being alive was hard. "Indeed you are but in my albeit limited experience... You don't get alotta angels who wanna throw back a drink or two with, well, I'm guessin' anyone," she mused before trying out a grin anyways, "Must be my lucky day. Let's do it, Red. I'm buying, hair of the dog and all that."

despite her words, charlie was pretty sure had never in her life had only one drink. especially when someone as attractive as pamela was hanging with her. the woman was definitely one of the most interesting people charlie had met in a long time, and the redhead couldn’t help her laughter at the attempt at palm reading while drunk. as pamela motioned for another, charlie took another long swig of her own drink and giggled.

“well, yeah, but i also kinda got myself killed by doing the stupid shit i did. i don’t think the boys would like that very much.” charlie laughed along with her, shaking her head. “nah, i get you. i don’t blame them, and the alcohol makes it hard to be anything but giddy right now. well, that’s pretty true.”

"mm, there is also that- the stupid shit," she hummed. of course in her case the stupid shit she'd done was come running to those handsome bastards' aid when they'd called. after what had happened with castiel... she'd told herself she was officially done with hunters and their crap (it hadn't been the first time she'd officially been done with it either). but she'd still shown up, hadn't she. once her glass was filled up again, she held it up to charlie. "to doing stupid shit that gets you killed so you can come back and get kinda wasted with super hot chicks. for as long as we're locked up here and alive," she paused before grinning, "and staying alive."

It wasn’t the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last time someone called him an asshole. Jaden had stopped taking offense to that decades ago. Especially when it came from girls wearing tight tank tops, sponsoring some rock band that showed off their own little back tattoo. “Seriously, trust her, she would know,” he quipped. And that was all he did to acknowledge the boy, who’s tears had at least quieted. “Jesse, huh? Was he at least good?”

Pamela let out a bark of laugh, she wasn't gonna start shedding tears over his attitude but she at least offered one last look over to who was. But she wasn't his mom and everyone had to get their heart broken at least once. "I guess we already got each other figured out, huh? You probably already know the answer," she'd quipped back before a sorta smile broke through. What? Jesse had, at least, been good. "Jesse. Rock your world and then some. If you had to be laid to rest by one man and one man only... He'd definitely be up there."

I’ll be sure to maybe keep that in mind for when I start making money. Yeah, a Nesquik. I was kid- Wait, really? You really wanna get a Nesquick with me? Six? You have six senses? Wow, that’s- Ever had them all stimulated at the same time? [ lil laugh ] Can’t wait.

[ almost heading for that door when she hears that oh so familiar voice ] Pamela! Goodness, you’re alive! And you have eyes! What a blessing in disguise this ratchet town has been. What were you saying? A hangover? Oh, I’m sure I have a spell for that.

Holy crap, Rowena! I am! I am alive and I do have eyes, well spotted with yours. They owed me a set once I got upstairs. Really you’d think for all the shittyness they’d have some extra features or something but nope, just plain old eyes. Not that I’m complaining. [ she has to laugh ‘cause some things really never change ] I’m pretty sure you’ve got a spell for everything.

Yeah, I… I am deeply sorry about that. But I promise, I have no intention of doing that again.

That’s a real comfort, thanks. I guess I don’t see how you could manage to do any worse damage... Then again, there’s always room for improvement so it’s fine, really. I’ll survive.

HEADCANON 001: MARRIAGE

Pamela Ramirez always had a thing for bad boys (and girls). If they were rocking too much leather and maybe just got out of prison (kidding! Sort of) then she was like a moth to the flame. They were nothing Pamela couldn't handle. She always loved driving too fast and falling too fast. All of her relationships crashed and burned- she wouldn't have had it any other way. Things were always dramatic to say the least. Dysfunctional was probably a better word but hook-ups at ACDC concerts always were.

One of her longest spanning on-off relationships was with a boy named Jesse. They were teenagers and totally in love. Like, tattoo your name on my body in love. They fought, a lot. And then they made up, a lot. It was a mess but it was her mess and honestly? Pamela did think they were gonna be forever. Of course things never work out like that and Jesse left her in his motorcycle's dust just like all the other boys who had come before him.

Jesse might not have been forever but...his brother was a different story. If there was one thing Pamela learned early on when she at least thought she had a handle on the whole "psychic" thing, it was that hunters were a pain in the ass. A giant pain the ass. It's always want want want and barely a thank you with 'em. That's why she didn't have the time for him. That and he was annoying. Like, really goddamn annoying. And he was Jesse Barnes' brother so really, this guy was winning no prizes at the town fair. He had this smile though...

It was always the smile. She hated it but before she could stop herself, she'd gone and fallen too fast again with some hunter who got her into all kinds of trouble. Especially in Vegas. 'Cause he didn't have a dime to his name and his rusty class ring had to do while Elvis delivered their ceremony. She wouldn't have taken it back for the world. Their marriage? Yeah, it wasn't exactly long lasting. No, they didn't wake up after one too many shooters, realise what they'd done and immediately get D-I-V-O-R-C-E-D. It was impulsive and totally beyond the realm of reasonable but they'd wanted to get married. Why the hell not, right? Life was short. Too short. Much too short.