Gamble Acres: Supernatural in 1:6 Scale

Previous Episode John  walked cautiously through the building.  When he reached a modest but comfortable living room area, he trained his pistol on the figure seated there. "John Winchester, you better point that thing away from me.   You're in no state of mind to have your finger on a trigger."    "Missouri?   Missouri Moseley?"   John blurted, clearly shocked, but quickly recovering his stoicism.  "You think wearing her face will stop me from shooting you?"  he scoffed.   "I'm not a demon, John.  It's really me.   Please, put the gun down."   "You seem awfully concerned about this pistol, for a demon.  Bullets can't do any real harm to your kind.  Normal bullets from a normal weapon, that is."   John kept the gun aimed right at Missouri's face.  "You must recognize the Colt."   "If this really was hell, John, do you think they'd leave the Colt just lying ar...

  Previous Episode Sometime in the hours before dawn, a new suite of rooms added itself on to the A-frame at the end of Wanek Way.  Well, it was new in the sense that it hadn't existed the night before, but the worn wooden flooring, dated wallpaper, and jalousie windows were hardly new construction.  Anyone not in on the joke would never know the rooms hadn't been a part of the house all along.   The arrival was almost silent, marked only by the typical faint creaks and sighs of an aging house settling more comfortably on its foundations.  The whole quiet, gentle process went unnoticed by the slumbering residents of the house...Even the newest occupant sleeping in the bedroom itself. John Winchester woke with a gasp and pushed himself upright, on the verge of panic.  Where was he?  What  was he?  Not alive, he reminded himself as the initial shock wore off.   Even if he felt very much alive, his heart pounding.   Head...

Previous Episode   Morning found Bobby Singer back in the Gamble Acres subdivision.  Sunlight streamed in through the window.  If he didn't know better, Bobby thought, he'd be tempted to believe it was the start of a perfectly normal day in the 'burbs.  But it was just that veneer of normalcy that made this place so strange. The sound of water running through the A-frame's aging plumbing system pulled his attention back to reality, or as close to reality as anyone had a right to expect from the afterlife.   Ellen Harvelle was awake.   Bobby got a pot of coffee started. "Mornin', sunshine.  You're sure back early.   Thought you were going to get some sleep before heading back,"  Ellen greeted him with her usual good-natured scolding.  "You drove straight through the night, didn't you, ya damned fool!   What if you'd fallen asleep at the wheel?" Bobby just scoffed, her nagging not worthy of a reply.  As if he'...