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"A DRUNK MAN'S WORDS ARE A SOBER MAN'S THOUGHTS." STEVE FERGOSI _____________________________________________
Third person POV
In a small town, Prosperity Indiana, population 1,000, consisted locally owned businesses, and a few chained restaurants here and there. A blonde women was at a hair salon, the foil in her hair covering her roots and she clammered from the salon chair talking on the phone.
"Karen don't second guess yourself, yes your house is beautiful, but didn't you tell me a million times that was Rick's dream House, selling it.... you'll punish his ass, Karen and after what you've been through don't you deserve that. . .you do honey. I'll have the papers read tomorrow. Yay! I'm proud of you." She hangs up the phone.
"I'm not good. . .I'm very good." She smiles, handing her phone to her stylist.
He chuckles, adjusting the hair dryer above the bottle blonde's head. Closing the small plastic door to the dryer over her face, he starts the timer.
"Ten minutes is all you need. Holler if you need anything." He smiled, exiting the room, the automatic doors closing behind him.
Music blared loudly in the next room. The blonde became hot, fanning her pink silk robe collar against her sweaty chest. She sighed from the heat and placed her magazine down in her lap. Placing both hands on the dryer and attempting to lift it from her head, she groans seeing as it wouldn't budge.
"Chris!" she yells. Her yells were drowned out by the music blaring loudly in the next room.
"Chris!" she yells again, wincing and shaking her hands as she attempts to free the dryer from her head.
She kicked around the arm rest of the seat, becoming unbearably hot as well. She continued screaming Chris's name, unbeknownst to her stylist. The dryer begins to spark and smoke and she screams, kicking and twitching. Her legs stop twitching and she becomes silent as the timer dings, her body now still.
Chris enters the room.
"Oh my God! Somebody help!" he screeches, as he attempts to remove the dryer from the now dead woman's head. He winces lifting the women's head from the dryer. As she slumped over dead. He screams.
Olivia
It had been just over month now that I'd been with the Winchester's. I now knew that a lot can happen in a month. Cass took on all the Leviathans by himself. Dean killed Sam's friend Amy and didn't tell him, leaving me stuck in the middle. We have been working a few cases here and there and Dean has been drinking his problems away. Sam's started to notice, and I couldn't help but worry for the man. Though since I'm not too good with the whole emotional crap, I thought it was best to leave sleeping dogs lie. I was just hoping that perhaps the problem would resolve itself. Sam on the other hand took to a different approach. The brothers have been bickering much more lately and Sam felt it best if we all took one car, since Dean had a weird love for "Baby" as he called the Impala. I begrudgingly agreed to leave Beth at Bobby's for the time being.
