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powder sugar; hockey sticks 
10th-Jul-2006 09:50 pm
title: powder sugar; hockey sticks
author: moveablehistory
rating: 14A
notes: 1300~ words of gen; an experiment in point of view. Written for spn_north.
summary: Sam and Dean follow the ghost of Tim Horton through a variety of Tim Horton's coffee shops along the 401 in Southern Ontario.

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The last thing I think I remember is a hell of a ride. Also, something about a right wing?

Both of them sat across from me, and smiled.

"What's the last thing you remember?" one of them asked, and I thought about it. There was Demerol involved, I think?

I could smell donuts.

"Look," he said, "I know this is weird, but it's important."

There's a morbid joke about timbits in here somewhere, isn't there?

We're sitting in one of my shops, but I don't exactly remember it. Everything's a little different - a lot different. The closest car I saw looked right, looked kind of hot, but everything else was too round, too little. I didn't get it.

"Pay attention," the other one said, and he looked different. They both did, and I felt kind of like laughing hysterically. I felt like I just woke up. It was dark outside, and we were in a gas station. I don't like the smell.

"Have some coffee," the floppy-haired one said, and he pushed a mug at me. There was a girl sitting at the other end, and I didn't understand what she was doing, sitting at some screen thing? It made a clapping sound when she hit it, tap clack tap clack.

I reached for the mug but my hand went through it. I tasted coffee at the roof of my mouth and I wasn't sure I wanted to understand at all.

I have calluses on the insides of my thumbs. I hadn't really noticed those before, but I guess they've been there a while.

I felt better. It was light out, and I don't remember the sun coming up but I like the sunshine. Those two are wearing different clothes, and I don't know when we moved but I guess we did. There's a lamp post outside the window, and it's very old-fashioned.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked, and both of them smiled, as if we're making progress or something and I guess we are. I don't really know, though, because I'm not sure what's going on exactly.

"A while."

He looked older, now - both of them did, like they'd been keen on this, like they were settled in. Maybe time's going by a lot faster than I realise. I think I'm in a strip mall, or a plaza or something. I can see a grocery store from where I'm sitting, little kids playing in a park across the street, people standing at a bus stop. Everything seems like it's slowed right on down.

"And you guys are?" I said, curious again. There was a dog hanging upside down from a curtain rod and that seemed kind of weird.

"I'm Dean Winchester, that's Sam," he said, and there were laugh lines at the corners of his eyes.

"So, what am I doing here?" I asked, and Dean grinned.

"You hit Twelve Mile kinda fast, kinda high." I sat back against the booth seat. "We're guessing that you really weren't suppose to kick the bucket just yet."

I laughed, "Offside! Offside!" and I wished I could light up a cigarette or something, bury my face into a roots sweater that smelled like somebody's rec room; wet dog and dirty hockey sticks.

"How did the tournament go?" I asked. Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Which one?"

"Russia! Us versus Russia! Didn't you hear about it?! Canada and USSR?"

"Dude, that was thirty years ago."

I was shocked, and sat up straight. "So, how it'd go?"

Sam picked at lint on his sleeve, and it was different than it was before. The light was different, too.

"How'd what go? The hunt?"

"What? No, the game!"

Sam grinned. "Yeah, you won. Awesome, just like '72."

That feeling, it's kind of like sliding across ice on really sharp blades right after a zamboni's gone over it, all smooth and easy. Slipsliding easy. There's definitely a timbit joke in here somewhere.

"You make great coffee." Dean said.

"Why am I here?" I asked, and Sam looked at Dean carefully.

"We've got an idea, but we've been tracking you for years-"


"-and we think it's because Tim Hortons was sold to an American corporation-"

"American!" I sputtered.

"-and your spirit won't rest until your company is back in Canadian hands."

"Huh," I said, and I propped my elbows on the table between me and them. "Have the Leafs won the Cup yet?"

Dean shook his head. "Habs?" I asked hopefully.

"Six times since you, uh-" he shook his head, "-but not recently."

I perked up slightly.

"Seriously," Sam said, "we need to figure out how to get you to move on. Nothing to salt and burn, nothing to exorcise, it's not like you're causing any-"

Dean elbowed him, and I was grateful because I don't really give a damn about how they did whatever it is they do, and I guessed that the less I know, the better.

"Gee, thanks." I said dryly. There was a Petro-Canada outside, all rounded off and self-serve and dear lord in heaven - was gas really a buck ten a litre?

Dean had a new jacket. "C'mon, dude," he said, "let's focus here."

I looked around - I used to insist on big windows because I liked a nice view. There was an LCBO nearby too, I could see it, and I wondered if corporeal spirits had to show ID. There was something else, too-

"What is that?" I pointed at a store across the street. Sam looked up from his coffee - he'd been nursing a large double double, rrrrrrrroll up the rim to win on the side - and shrugged off my question.

"Just a Krispy Kreme."

I could hear the K's in his speech. "What's Krispy Kreme?"

"A donut and coffee shop."

"Donut and coffee shop!" I sputtered. "American, I bet."

"Is there an echo in here?" Dean asked idly and I rolled my eyes at him.

"They'll just roll on in and take over." I complained. "Like always. I'm so sick of it."

"Actually," Dean started, "they're folding. Tim's won."

"I- what?"

Sam pulled up the screen thing and moved it around so I could read it.
Tim Hortons Inc. [2] (TSX: THI, NYSE: THI) is the largest coffee and doughnut chain in Canada. It is well-known for its coffee, doughnuts, Timbits, bagels, soups, and sandwiches. Some Canadians consider the chain a notable part of their national identity and culture.

Tim Hortons franchise stores are plentiful in many Canadian cities and towns, as the chain has expanded aggressively across Canada. There were 2,625 outlets in Canada, 297 in the United States and 1 outlet in Kandahar, Afghanistan as of July 4, 2006. Tim Hortons has supplanted McDonald's as Canada's largest "fast food" operator; it has nearly twice the number of Canadian outlets, and its revenues surpassed those of McDonald's Canadian operations in 2002. The chain accounted for 22.6% of all fast food industry revenues in Canada in 2005.[3]Tim Hortons commands 76% of the Canadian market for coffee and baked goods (based on the number of customers served), and holds 62% of the Canadian coffee market (compared to Starbucks, in the number two position, at 7%).[4]

"Boarding!" I laughed. Sam hid a grin and Dean shook his head.

It's fall, and there are dirty brown and red leaves on the ground. It's winter, and there are kids with skates slung over their shoulders crowding a minivan-driving mom holding hot chocolate.

It's spring and there's construction. It's summer, and there's construction.

Sam pulled out a box of timbits, and I knew there was a joke in there somewhere.

"What'll you have?" Sam asked. I looked in, and there were glazed ones and powdered sugar ones and honey-dipped and dutchies and maple and chocolate and jellies. They all seemed pretty good.

I looked over at them both. "Surprise me."

11th-Jul-2006 02:18 am (UTC)
Dude, I'm an Aussie, with no idea about hockey or Tim Horton or even Fall (heh, I keed, I keed!) and I really dug this. Consider the experiment a success. :)
11th-Jul-2006 03:33 am (UTC)
I like playing with povs, and I love hearing that this one worked. Thanks so much. :)

11th-Jul-2006 02:22 am (UTC)
...i want a krispy kreme now. (i've never been to a tim horton's or i'd probably want a doughnut from there.) i really like this. i like ghost!tim's voice and i like the passage of time - the way it passes in the fic and the way it passed for tim, and how he's kind of confused - and the solution to the haunting being getting the company back in corporate canadian hands, and the running joke about there being a timbits joke in there somewhere. i feel kind of bad for ghost!tim, being a ghost and all, but he's really entertaining.
11th-Jul-2006 03:33 am (UTC)
Hehe, in my experience, Krispy Kreme is good when very fresh and hot, but for durability and non-artery-cloggingness, Timmy's wins. :)

Thanks. ♥
11th-Jul-2006 02:51 am (UTC)
LOVE! Complete and total love. Awww, Tim's! And Tim! And Sam and Dean! Awesome. I really like how this is light, and you've really given a wonderful sense of nostalgia and character and humour, and just. Love. Lovelovelove. Yay!
11th-Jul-2006 03:04 am (UTC)
Your icon is so cute. :)

I tried to make it easygoing but nostalgic, and I'm glad it worked. Thanks!

11th-Jul-2006 03:00 am (UTC) - Dude!
Dude! I am Canadian and I fucking loved this! Brilliant this is.

"Six times since you, uh-" he shook his head, "-but not recently."
I perked up slightly.

This was hilarious and I'm a Montreal fan (except for that brief foray into Phillyhood during highschool *cough*. Before they were smoke-free I can remember walking into the neighbourhood Tim's late at night when it was hot and muggy and seeing the pall of cigrarette smoking hanging just below the ceiling. I'm sure Sam would have something to say, lol! Thanks for the memories.

11th-Jul-2006 03:04 am (UTC) - Re: Dude!
All of my friends are Toronto fans, but not me. Montreal is my team. :)

Thanks. :) I love having a neighbourhood Timmy's, and I love that I've got four within a five minute drive. So lovely. :)

11th-Jul-2006 04:08 am (UTC)
This amuses me. I love Tim Hortons. I actually cannot stand Krispy Kremes, and I love the idea of Sam and Dean travelling Canada and chatting about hockey. This is an awesome little fic. I'm totally in love. The bit about the Leafs was brilliant, though I'm an Oilers fan (we almost has the cup! almost! *cries*)

Regardless, this was fantastic.
11th-Jul-2006 06:41 am (UTC)
I'm not a big fan of Krispy Kreme, either. The one in the plaze by the PetroCanada actually closed in less than a year, and I never went.

I love reading Sam + Dean in Canada fic, too. :)

Thanks. ♥
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11th-Jul-2006 05:09 am (UTC)
Cafe Mocha + Double chocolate donut for the win!

Aww, Tim. Such a hockey goober.

I really enjoyed this. :)
11th-Jul-2006 06:44 am (UTC)
Canadian Maple + apple cider (or triple/triple!).

Thanks. ♥
11th-Jul-2006 07:41 pm (UTC)
HAHA. Too cute. The changing times were a little hard to follow until someone said something about chasing him for years....I couldn't quite get a fix on the timeline, though after I figured it out, the changing things Tim's ghost noticed started to make more sense.
12th-Jul-2006 03:34 pm (UTC)
You know what's kind of funny? How even I don't know where the time changes are exactly, and the spaces I put in are just approximations. :)

Thanks. ♥
11th-Jul-2006 08:33 pm (UTC)
oh AWESOME. i could totally use some tim hortons now. suppose that means ill need to get dressed and drive up the street.

i love that theyre spreaddddding into the US. weee.

this was great, i loved the pov from Tim.
11th-Jul-2006 10:43 pm (UTC)
I wonder how they're doing in the states, hmm?

Thanks. ♥
11th-Jul-2006 09:31 pm (UTC) - toujours frais!
This is marvelous. I love the whole idea. And the joke about timbits, which is lurking in there somewhere. And Tim! And the construction! And the price of gas!

It's the little details that really do it for me here.
11th-Jul-2006 10:43 pm (UTC) - Re: toujours frais!
I love those little details, too. Heee, always fresh!

Thanks. ♥
12th-Jul-2006 02:59 am (UTC)

Lord I could go for a double-double and a cruller right now *L*. I couldn't get the Tragically Hip out of my head the entire time I read this. A weird mental soundtrack to a very cool fic.

I loved the mention of construction, and the complaint about the buck ten gas. Nice little touches that make this a sweet canadian flavour.

Nicely done!
12th-Jul-2006 03:33 pm (UTC)
Dude, yes. :)

Thanks. ♥
12th-Jul-2006 09:09 am (UTC)
Love it. Not all ghosts are harmful, and you twined Canadian info (which I didn't know about, so I read and enjoyed and learned something new!) with narrative and the point of view...I loved it

successful experiment, I'd say :D
12th-Jul-2006 03:33 pm (UTC)
Yay! :)

I was a little worried that people are aren't Canadian wouldn't get a bunch on the in-jokes, but it's seemed to work out just fine. :)

Thanks. ♥
12th-Jul-2006 03:38 pm (UTC)
i've never been to a Tim Hortons, which i feel very sad about at this point. :)) it's probably time to try and convince my mom that a trip to canada is in our future.

but, more in the vein of (what will hopefully be) more relevant feedback! i love the shifting timeline, how things are occuring in short scenes over an extended period of time...the whole "How long has this been going on?" / "A while." exchange was fabulous. it had the right rhythm about it, somehow, and sort of very prettily and simply set everything up.

something that i liked a lot in the Impala-POV fics that you did again (but differently) here is the sort of...whatsit. it's a Brechtian term. defamiliarization!! ...i think. i didn't pay a ton of attention in that particular playwriting class. but you do a lovely job of (through Tim's voice as the voice of someone who hasn't been around for a while, and he really was very charming as a narrator!) making everything look strange and slightly off but still comprehensible. it makes ordinary things much more interesting to look at. or read about.

and i'm biased here, not being a big action-sequence fan, but i love the idea of the boys encountering a not-particularly-threatening ghost.
12th-Jul-2006 04:41 pm (UTC)
You know, I'm an english major and all that and I'd never heard that term before. Heh. Yeah, that's exactly what I'm trying to do. :)

I like the idea of a non-threatening ghost, or even really that much of an annoying one. I like the boys in action, but I sometimes I think they've had enough, you know, just give 'em a break. :)

And dude, have I mentioned yet how much I love and look forward to your feedback? :)
12th-Jul-2006 04:17 pm (UTC)
Oh, Timmy's POV! I'll be on the lookout for him the next time I go for donuts. I enjoyed all the Canadian snippets--the Leafs, for example, will never win the Stanley Cup, I hope, being from Vancouver; the construction; the gas prices (we're at $1.21, mostly, though it fluctuates twice daily); the hockey references. And Sam and Dean, having coffee with a ghost!
12th-Jul-2006 05:22 pm (UTC)
Hehehe, oh Timmy's. :)

The Leafs are Not My Favourite Team, since I'm all about Montreal, but I can definitely get behind Vancouver. :)

Thanks. ♥
12th-Jul-2006 04:20 pm (UTC)
Oh. Now I am so craving a honey glazed crueller and a double double. *Is going to have to hit Tim Hortons before work*

This was so great. It made me beam with pride, which says a lot about the effect Tim Hortons has on Canadians. Well, most Canadians. I guess I can't speak for us all, can I? ^_^

I loved the hockey bits. I suppose you can't write a fic involving such Canadian things without mentioning hockey. I'm an Oilers fan, myself (God... we were so close!), but I'll cheer for any Canadian team when it comes down to it.

The thought of Sam and Dean sitting in a Tim Hortons, talking to the ghost of Tim Horton, just puts a smile on my face. Thank you!
12th-Jul-2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
Mmmm, cruellers. :)

It's funny how Timmy's makes us all beam. It's a national secret handshake type thing, I love it. :)

I'll cheer for any Canadian team, too, but Montreal most of all. :)

And you're welcome. :)

Thanks! ♥
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