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30something who loves to rp to pass the time and meet new people! When the world is right, I'm a character entertainer for a party business and do fan films. Utter geek who loves gaming and reading and rather addicted to the art therapy colouring books haha!

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Reaching the main town, she pulled into a street side parking spot, just like she did when they arrived at the hospital and got out the car. Locking up because she was always paranoid about having it hijacked if she didn't, she looked around each side of town and wondered where to start. It didn't help that she didn't know what Travers' occupation was so she could start there, only that when they grabbed him, he was on his way to work.

It took her a while before deciding she might be better off starting at the bar as in her eyes, everyone knew everyone in a bar. So she walked down the road and found her chosen location, walking inside and up to the bar. "What can I get ya?" the male bartender asked her, as he finished serving someone else at the other end of the bar. "Information preferably" she came right out and said. "Oh? WHat makes you think a bar is the place for information?" he replied with a smile, "Because barman and staff know everybody" she countered with a smirk.

"So what information do you wanna know?" he asked, "I wanna know if you know a Mr.Travers, tall bloke, scraggily mousey brown hair, wears ill-fitting suits" she replied, describing the guy Dean was currently watching in their motel room. The barman tilted his head as he gave the description a thought before nodding, "yeah, I know the guy, think his first name is Simon. Quiet bloke from what I recall, why do you wanna know about him? He doesn't seem your type" he replied with a flirtatious smile which Mika decided to ignore.

"he's a friend of a friend and I'm trying to find him, but I know nothing of him."

"Ask your mate?"

"that's the thing, I can't, they recently died...which is why I need to find them. I tracked him to this town and i'm pretty sure I have the wrong cell number for him because that's proving a dead end"

The barman turned to the tillpoint to grab a piece of paper and pen, where he jotted down a street name and slid it over to her. "That's the street he lives in I think, but that's all I know in that department. Kinda keeps to himself mostly. Think he works at the solicitors building up the road." he explained. Mika nodded and took the paper, putting it into her hoodie pocket. "Thanks, this is a great start for me. oh, is he married do you know?" she asked curiously. "Not that I know of, but I don't know him well enough to say for sure" he said back, which made Mika raise an eyebrow.

"Interesting, thanks for the help. Might pop in tonight if I need a drink" she told him with a polite smile, about to head off. "Wait! I can give you the address of solicitors" the barman, quickly jotting down the address but also added his number at the same time, then handed it to her with a wink. Taking it, she looked down and knew it was a blessing that Dean wasn't here right now. She then simply left the bar and headed to the solicitors to see if they could give her anymore concrete information.

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Travers saw that Dean really wasn't going to let up and this getaway he wanted to do was going to be a bit more difficult than he had originally planned. He listened to Dean's initial reply about he and Mika, "Not common granted, but not completely unheard of" he replied in those few moments Dean remained silent, then listened to him speak more.

He found it curious and interesting that Dean and Mika have been that close for so long. He even nodded in understanding over Dean's warning about Mika's strength and capabilities at being a hunter. If he was untied he would have held his hands up in defence, but he couldn't so all he could do was nod again.

"Warning headed, but I'm not digging" he told Dean, even though he very much was digging for information and trying to find a weak spot in the hunters, which he seemed to now have.

"My wife and I? We were high school friends also. One of those situations of neither had the guts to ask each other out until much later in life when we reunited. After school we went our separate ways for a while. But when we saw each other again? It was like we were never apart" he told him, hoping that it would be believable, as he had focused mentally on coming up with an in depth story all this time.

"I'd do anything to keep my darling Carrie safe" he added with a sigh.
NATALIA WINCHESTER, MIKA CHAMBERS

Nat couldn't help but smirk when Dean called her a smartass. She practically wore that description as a badge of honour as it was being a smartass that made her survive for as long as she did. "Who says I don't already like you dearest brother?" she quipped back as she continued cooking, getting near the end and grabbing for the loaf of bread, as she took the bacon off the stove now that it was cooked.

She listened as everyone seemed to joining in in the banter going on, enjoying the more positive feeling that was in the room for a change. She even sniggered when Dean called Sam a bitch, knowing full well Sam would retort to that any second now. She put the sandwiches together one by one, and then piled them up onto a big serving plate, deciding it would be easier if everyone could just help themselves.

Mika smiled as she saw her uncle come to the door and take the coffee she had for him without her even prompting for him to take. She hugged him back as he put an arm over her shoulders, "morning" she greeted him back as she walked with him to the living room, seeing that the three siblings and Anna were still seeming to be getting along happily.

"I'm alright, the tiniest bit hungover but other than that I'm alright, I think me and Dean are still good too which I'm thankful for too." she explained to him, glancing between Bobby and the other four in the kitchen, smiling at the sight before her fondly.

SAM WINCHESTER

"Jerk" Sam retorted back, just as Natalia assumed he would, then nodded at his brother's words about him and Mika being okay. "I'm glad you're both alright, and lets face it, when does Mika ever complain about you being all beaten and bruised?" he quipped with a smirk as his brother sat on up on the counter.

He smiled as Annabeth did what she could to be close to him, letting her lean him backwards so she could lean on him and hold his hair some more. He figured it was all one tactic to keep her calm and happy so he wasn't going to stop her if it made her comfortable. At her quip to Dean saying he was the favourite Sam had to chuckle and fake being hurt for a split second before he couldn't keep the look up.

"Well I dunno why you'd be hurt I'm Nat's favourite when you're clearly Mika's favourite. Always have been always will be and I'm perfectly fine with that, she's too much of an older sister anyway" he spoke to them, "which I'm not sure if it is a good thing I practically have two sisters or a bad thing." he teased, making Natalia throw a slice of bread at him that she had in her hand.

He cracked up laughing, grabbing the bread and putting it on the worktop. It was then he noticed Bobby and Mika back in the main room. "Morning Bobby" he called through as he saw Mika walking back to the kitchen to actually get her own coffee now she had delivered Bobby's.
The moment Dean started to get paranoid and pulled his gun out once again, he sighed. He thought he had managed to convicne the two of them that he was innocent in all this, that he was a normal human being. Now he was beginning to see that hunters were a lot harder to convince than he initially thought. He kept his eyes on Dean, only ever briefly glancing down to the gun that was being pointed in his direction, wondering what his next move could be.

Mika looked at Dean when he suggested she go and find out any information she could. She agreed it was the best idea at this moment. "Right. Be careful with him and if he says anything worth while, let me know" she replied back, before turning on her heels and exiting the motel room, heading for her car. It was then she remembered she was still in her FBI outfit and debated changing. Her feet were killing her and it wasn't the most practical outfit if she had to do any climbing or similar. So she opened the trunk, yanked out her hoodie, jeans and boots and got inside the backseat where she expertly changed discreetly.

Satisfied that she now was in comfortable footwear and clothing (though she kept the work shirt on underneath the hoodie), she got out of the car, shut all open doors and then got in the driver's side, deciding to drive into the main part of town. The sound of her car fading as she exited the parking lot of the motel.

Travers heard her leave, thinking that if he had to fight his way out then at least he would only have one hunter to deal with and not two. "I only asked to be untied so I could get my phone for you. Give you a photo of my wife and so forth" he told Dean, hoping that he could get through to Dean once again.

"I get the feeling that woman there was your other half? Your body language told me so when talking about loved ones" he tried changing the subject, whilst also attempting to get information out of his capter. If he could get into Dean's more emotional side then maybe he would have a chance.
Mika didn't like their odds at all either, but she felt like they had to do something instead of just walking away. Yet she was wishing it didn't turn into such a big job, just like Dean was hoping. "I don't like the odds either Dean but we can't do nothing, you know it's against our nature to just walk away." she whispered back to him. She hated that for all they knew the whole town could be one of those monsters, though she did think that level of infestation to be unlikely.

She looked at Travers as he begged them to help and sighed, seeing how worked up Dean was becoming over this whole situation. She let Dean do the replying to Travers, seeing that it seemed he really did have the same opinion as herself and agreed to help as best they could.

"Thank you, will you untie me?" Travers replied, knowing if he was going to help hunters of all people then he would need to be untied. He just had to hold out a little bit longer and then he would be free and away from the hunters, yet he was also fully aware that it wouldn't be easy to just make a run for it. He needed to really think about his gameplan as it wouldn't be long before they find out he was lying through his teeth about the whole situation.

If he could be just untied he would be able to fight his way out, kill the hunters, and make a run to his group for safety. He was impressed that he managed to be a good enough liar that he actually got them feeling sorry for his situation and a wife that he didn't even have.
As Travers spoke about it being his wife and how it was out of character for her, Mika found herself listening intently whilst trying to figure out why someone who wouldn't normally be a kill junkie would just turn. It didn't make any sense to her at all and she looked at Dean as he looked at her after he stepped closer to her. The wheels kept turning in her head as to what could be the reason, so far coming up blank.

"all I know is that not that long ago she was the perfect wife and then one day she started going out at night more, coming back and being secretive about where she's been, but I always saw blood on her hands. I'm trying to get through to her, but nothing is working so far. One night I heard her on the phone to someone but I don't know who...I'm concerned she's got involved with some kind of group" Travers explained.

Mika listened to his wording carefully, "like a skin walker gang or something?" she asked him, glancing at Dean for a moment before looking back at Travers. "I don't wanna say yes but it's the only conclusion I've come up with. I fear that officer you saw me chatting to is part of said group. I tried to convince him to tell me the truth or convince her to leave but he just told me I was being paranoid" he replied.

Mika looked at Dean once again, "if he's right, then we need to find this group. We csnt let a skinwalker gang roam wild in this town" she said to him in a hushed tone. "please, just help me save my wife" Travers said to them. "I'll give you a picture of her, I'll help anyway I can" he added out of desperation.
Josh listened to her speak, surprised that she considered him and Trish family so soon. Yet she brought him a sense peace that he didn't think he ever would have had. He leaned into her hand when she pulled back and held his cheek in her hand, closing his eyes and savouring the touch before looking at her and nodding, "thank you Serena" he told her warmly.

Kay grabbed his hands and held them firmly but not painfully to help stop him from removing the towel off his eyes. "you can do this John, it'll be over soon enough" she told him, hoping she was right in that assumption.
Mika watched unflinching as Dean began to go all out on Travers to get the answers they needed. She really was the nice one out of the two of them it seemed in this instance, and she had to admit there was something equally terrifying and incredibly hot seeing Dean be this forceful.

It seemed that Dean was thinking the same thing as he told Travers she was the nice one in this situation. She hadn't even shown Travers what she herself was capable of, but just the fact herself and Dean knew what she was capable of was enough for her. She continued to give him a stony look even when he realised they were hunters and he was utterly screwed.

Travers winced as Dean pushed the barrel of his gun into his knee after he had put pressure on his arms. He really tried to not say anything but he couldn't take it anymore, especially when Dean was proving he was more than ready to shoot him in his kneecap. "Fine! Fine...I'll talk! Just...just get your bloody bulldog to back off" He caved, looking at Mika as he said the last bit.

"I don't make him do anything, he'll back off when you talk" Mika countered smirking. "Fine.... the bear isn't a bear....it's-she's...my wife" he sighed. "the bear is my wife so please don't kill her" he begged. Mika couldn't help but find it interesting and find it made sense as to why he was so adamant to keeping the bear's identity a secret. "So you know that she's a skinwalker?" she questioned.

He nodded, "yes...yes I do. She was never normally like this, but something is wrong and she's killing people" Travers explained, looking between Dean and Mika. "Wouldn't you do all you could if you loved someone?" he pleaded, trying to hit their empathy as best he could.
Josh listened to her open up to him, as he had with her. He felt so bad for her to have witnessed her boyfriend's death, barely being able to imagine what that must have felt like to actually see a loved one die in your arms. At least with his folks, he and Trish weren't there to witness the accident, sparing them both of quite a bit of torment. Sure, it was no easy ride for them as it was, but he knew if he was in Serena's position, it would have been so much worse. He looked at her when she made him to, looking her in the eyes as she said some of the sweetest things he had ever heard. "Thank you" he said to her, hugging her.

Kay nodded, trusting John in that he knew what he was doing. She walked over and sat next to him. "You got it. I'm right here to make sure you see it through" she told him. "SO how long will it take?" she asked him.
NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

When Dean and Mika appeared in the kitchen and Dean felt the need to protest why he was the one always picked on, nat coiuldn't stop the chuckle and smirk from escaping her. Being reminded of all the pranks she had done to him made her snigger again, still proud of each and every one of them. Yet it wasn't just because she was bored or restless, she was almost testing him each of those times, to see how far she could push him to see where she would fit in with the brothers. It was her way of trying to be the person she was before the mental institute as well.

"Well.....you did try to convince Sam to not bring me along, you did every single damn test under the book to make sure I wasn't some shifter, demon, ghoul or whatever else after I had been tortured in the hospital, you've used me as bait plenty of times on hunts...." she started cheekily listing off things, whilst also letting a little snippet of what happened to her out to everyone for the first time. "And besides, I'm the younger sister of two brothers when I always thought I was an only child so yeah, i'm gonna abuse that title and be the annoying little shit every once in a while" she grinned.

Sam found himself having to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing at his brother and sister both bantering back and forth. They really had come a long way compared to when she joined them. He still remembered the utter mistrust Dean had for her and vise versa. Which always surprised him considering the two of them liked the same music and was very similar personality wise at times. He remembered the times when he would leave the room with Mika because neither wanted to be in the middle of whatever was going on between Natalia and Dean, clashing of ideas or a snarky remark setting one or the other off into a rage fit.

Now he felt like if he hadn't ever witnessed those days himself, he never would have believed they had a rocky start. Especially as Dean walked over and kissed Nat's cheek, thanking her for starting the breakfast.

Nat smiled and pretended to be grossed out by Dean showing affection to her in front of everyone, lightly pretending to swat him away from her. "Gross, you're being sappy again." she teased fondly, "but you're welcome" she added. "Meeko, can you go take Bobby his coffee?" she asked, to which Mika nodded and made Bobby his coffee then taking to his room, where she knocked on the door before she thought to walk in.

Seeing his brother then turn to Annabeth, insinuate Annabeth was only better because she had sex with him made Sam roll his eyes. He caught his brother's glance and was about to say something back, but Anna beat him to it making him laugh as he got impressed that Anna could shoot Dean down in such a perfect manner. "She ain't wrong Dean" he pointed out, making his own coffee and taking a sip as the girls did breakfast for everyone. "So, you and Meeko...you both definitely good again?" he asked him a bit more seriously and out of concern for the two of them.

"because we can't have mom and dad fighting again" he then smirked and sniggered.
Josh let Serena hold his hand tighter to try and stop his shaking. Truth was, he had been so focused on protecting Trish and making sure her grief didn't completely consume her that he never really ever let himself grieve properly. He had never spoken about their parents deaths to anyone before now. A silent tear escaped his eye as he listened to her talk and he felt her shadows wrap around them both. With his free hand, it used the back of it to wipe the tear away, not wanting to seem weak or pathetic. Yet there was something about Serena that made it easy to open up. "sorry... I don't make a habit of crying to just anyone" he smirked in a somber manner. "I've never let myself properly grieve for them. Trish's well-being has been far more important to me than my own" he explained, not realising that Trish was outside the room and listening in.

Chas nodded at the instructions and quickly headed to where John was pointing. He pulled open the bottom drawer and grabbed the bottle of Holy water and the rag, opening the bottle and soaking the rag with the water, bringing it over to him. "hurting as it gets removed is better than what you're going through now" he told him handing him the rag. Just as he was handing him the rag, Kay was coming back in with the bowls and spoons for the ice cream and saw what was happening.

"I knew there was more to your discomfort than you were letting on" she said, putting everything down on the table.
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