Pies and Prejudice: In search of the North

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Dean watches wide-eyed as the bowl teeters on the edge and he knows there is nothing he can do to stop it. Flour dusted cubes of fat pitch to the side, tripping and falling over one another, tumbling like a landslide as the whole thing overbalances and heads towards the floor. The bowl turns as it travels, spilling its innards onto the floor before it lands. Andy came up with the slightly-too-personal-but-very-Andy-like, “I’m surprised you’re not too busy for something like this, big businessman like you.” It is a bit much,” Charlie chipped in, “When I saw all the gold, I thought for a second I’d taken a wrong turn and found Smaug’s lair.” No, Dean, you know I’m not the only one who thinks so. Bobby, the guys at the auto shop, Ellen, and Jo, and Ash... And you know Dad thought so too, even if he never said it.” Dean snorted at that. He had no idea where Sam came up with that idea. John Winchester had hardly even been around while they were growing up, preferring to stay out of the house, and away from the reminders of his dead wife. Sometimes working but often drinking. Dean could count on his fingers the number of times they sat down to eat together as a family. More to the point, John had straight up refused to eat the first time Dean had made Mary’s apple pie recipe. Long story short, Sam was talking out his ass. “We all think you’ve got talent,” said Sam, “and maybe, just maybe, this is an opportunity for you to do something with it. Look, I’m not saying you’ll definitely win, but why not have a try? Bobby’s not going to replace you if you take some time off, and if he tried, Ellen would probably shoot him.” Sam laughed.

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Andy looked annoyed at being left out of the huddle, and grumbled under his breath, until Jody grabbed his arm and pulled him in to join what was rapidly becoming a soppy sports-movie style group-hug.There was silence. Novak didn’t move and Dean couldn’t breathe. The space between stretched out, into a vast emptiness where tumbleweeds rolled and eagles screamed their loneliness in cloudless skies. Well done Dean. He was just beginning to consider the possibility that Sam had slipped past him, in some cunning plan to escape Dean’s jokes about his new lady-friend, when he noticed the voices. Warm, sleepy, and skirting along the edge of drunkenness as he was, the sounds at first were indistinct, merged into the bustle of activity as the hotel staff cleared away evidence of the evening’s festivities. Maconie used to present his own solo show on Saturday afternoons from April 2006 until 29 March 2008, and is a frequent stand-in for holidaying presenters on Radio 2. He also hosts BBC Radio 6 Music programmes The Freak Zone, [4] on Sundays from 8 pm to 10 pm and Freak Zone Playlist [5] (formerly known as The Freakier Zone) on Wednesday night/Thursday mornings from midnight to 1 am. Sam was sitting close to Sarah Blake, very close. Their heads dipped towards each other, bodies leaning, curving in and mirroring one another. Shy smiles decorated their faces, and he could hear gentle laugher, if not the words that caused it. Dean watched, just for a moment, and even from a distance he could see there were stars in Sam’s eyes.

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He waved a hello at Jody and Charlie and snagged a couple of tall glasses filled with fizzy-fruity stuff from a waiter. He handed one to Sam with a shrug. The quirk of Sam’s eyebrow, creeping up his giant forehead, was an unspoken agreement that they were not going to talk about the sparkly ‘girl-drinks’ they were holding, on pain of death – no matter how amazing they tasted (and what was that? Peach? It was frigging delicious whatever it was). Pam nodded in greeting but carried on talking, not one to be distracted mid-flow, especially when the talk was about her favourite topic “the show,” as she wiggled her fingers around the words. Oh, Castiel,” she sounded frustrated, like this was an old conversation, the same old ground being trodden yet again. “Can’t you ever relax? Even just a tiny little bit? This was supposed to be fun wasn’t it? I don’t understand why you can’t give people a chance; you might be pleasantly surprised if you do.” John Gregg opened his first bakery in 1939 in Newcastle, and when his sons Ian and Colin took over the family business in the 1960s they started an aggressive expansion programme, buying up bakery chains in Scotland, Manchester and Yorkshire, and indeed points south. The blue, white and orange livery became ubiquitous in northern towns over the following decades.Mix in some crazy coincidences - one moment Ella Mae reminisces about a childhood crush, the next moment she stumbles on him skinny dipping at said swimming hole, only to have him be the hunky fireman who responds to said false alarm the next day! So, Castiel? Nice crust, shame about the filling, huh?” The joke was half hearted. “I’m sure he’ll realise he’s made a mistake,” she said, offering comfort Dean did not need. “And when he does, just imagine how much fun you’ll have shooting him down.” Stuart John Maconie (born 13 August 1961) [2] is an English radio DJ and television presenter, writer, journalist, and critic working in the field of pop music and popular culture. He is a presenter on BBC Radio 6 Music where, alongside Mark Radcliffe, he hosts its weekend breakfast show (Saturday–Sunday, 8 am–10 am) [3] which broadcasts from the BBC's MediaCityUK in Salford. The pair previously presented an evening show on BBC Radio 2 and the weekday afternoon show for BBC Radio 6 Music. Pam doesn’t count. She was hosting this shindig and she talks to everyone.” Extra kudos points to the lady for using the word ‘shindig.’ Relax man,” Dean soothes, lifting his hands and spreading his fingers in what he hopes is a peaceful gesture. “I just want to know if you’ve got any butter going spare,” Dean nods towards what’s left of the mess on the floor, the ghostly grey remains of the accident.