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1 yr ago
Current Yay we're back up!
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1 yr ago
Rawr.
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2 yrs ago
The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
2 yrs ago
Marathon training started today, and it's just as painful as I expected. Wahh. But I do feel a bit better than I do on my normal run. Pain - Bad. Runners high from a long run? Great.
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2 yrs ago
So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Bio

Hi!
You can call me Anna!
I'm a veteran of the old Guild, before the shutdown.
I love Supernatural, and currently, all of my RPs are Supernatural related. Feel free to message me with ideas!

Dean Winchester is me. I am Dean Winchester.

A mom. A wife. A very protective best friend. Pathological People Pleaser. Intimidating due to my patience and general ability to be unbothered.

I'm addicted to working out, running, and generally having an endorphin high. I also tend to be very annoying talking about it, but I'm way more annoying when I'm depressed.

I'm a hopeless Swiftie. So, if you hate her, I wouldn't RP with me, if you like OOC banter. 90% of songs I use as fuel are Taylor Swift deep cuts. Not really any exceptions.

If I currently RP with you, you're basically my best friend and I will protect you with my life. <3

And also, also, because I have super severe ADHD, I tend to ghost on accident. Never be shy to send me a reminder message. I don't get offended!

@FuriePhoenix owns my soul.


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Dean groaned, shoving the note back into his pocket as he leaned in a little closer, “I’m aware that humans don’t just walk away from Wendigos. I’ve relived it…over…”

He paused and turned around walking back toward the bed a bit, “…and over. But haunting me? She may not be a monster, but dammit Kenz…that would be the cruelest joke the universe has ever friggin’ played on me!”

It was probably true. The world had a funny way of treating him, punishing him. But this was horrid. Wiping a hand down his face, he turned back to her and pointed toward the door, “By the way, judging by the way my dad talked about our last meeting in the car…you might wanna lay low.

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Anna noticed the boy walk up to the machine. She barely turned as she picked up her chips from the machine. Something about his demeanor made her smile when he spoke. She stepped back against the soda machine next to her and looked him over, trying to judge him quickly, “Hey. I’m Anna.”

After watching him for a couple of seconds, she pointed to the machine, “You know…the candy in these things is as old as this dumpy hotel. Might wanna stick to the salty foods.”
I think the next poster on the list is @ActRaiserTheReturned.

We don't wanna leave anyone behind again.

“I figured…”, he started, before taking a deep breath and sitting on the bed closest to the door. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously and shook his head. He figured Sam wouldn’t stay away for long, which could pose its own issues, “I figured you wouldn’t show, considering how fast you bolted, and how…limited that conversation was on the phone. Sorry about my dad.”

He thought about how to approach his next words as he stared down at his hands. He stood, as nervously as he had sat and pulled the note that was left at the previous hotel, “I called you here, because my dad isn’t planning to go out until after midnight. I can’t sleep, now that we are here…and…well it’s just vampires. We either die, or they do. There’s really no in between or guess work.”

He stepped over to her, and held the note up in front of her face, “…and I wanted to talk about this in person, so there’s no lies. No secrets. I can read your face, and you can tell me everything you know. Either I am being haunted, which poses a whole new kind of hunt, or you’re an escape artist, and she…is still alive.”

His eyes were tearing up as he spoke to her, his lip trembling slightly. A small obsessive glimmer shown behind the green irises as they pleaded with her own.

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Anna stepped out of her room at the hotel, groaning at the idea of living off vending machine food for another week. Her mother moved around from hotel to hotel, combing from town to town to figure out what had happened to her father. She was too young to even remember him, but wore his dog tags around her neck. He was a good man, an honorable man. The house fire was pegged as a freak accident, one that she and her mother barely survived when she was only six months old.

But her mom had never let it go. She had these mysterious people that she spoke to every now and again, moving from town to town in search of...something. Sometimes she came back after a day or so, and they would move to another town. Other times, she would be gone for a few weeks, always coming back seeming older, slightly more scarred than before.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she thumbed a few quarters into the snack machine.
AnnaBeth and Dean


Annabeth nodded at Natalia, removing her hand from Sam’s arm. She smiled lightly at the comment about Dean, instantly trusting Natalia a little more. Honestly, she wasn’t normally this skiddish, but since the visions had started…she was just so scared. Add that to having a solid lead on what the visions could be, in Sam Winchester, her mind was a bit scrambled.

She then looked at the other woman, Esme. She couldn’t quite feel her out, but maybe if they spent some time together, things could change. She gave her a small smile and a nod. Anything but being too close to Dean. She let her hand drop slowly down Sam’s arm to his hand and released him completely, stepping toward Natalia.

“Don’t leave?”, she asked, turning briefly back to Sam. She had a lot of questions for him, as well. But he seemed slippery.

Dean reached over, grabbing Mika's hand gently.

"Watch her, okay?", he asked, looking her straight in the eyes, "I hate to say it, but she may be a key here..."
Dean sat on his bed, nearly hyperventilating while he waited for Kenzi to arrive. Luckily for him, John hadn’t bugged him since they landed. He and Sam were doing research on the other side of the hotel, before the planned hunt the next morning. He must have zoned out between the last text message announcing her ETA, and the knock at the door.

There were answers to be given, if she was willing. It didn’t feel right, but it felt like something he needed to do. This had to stop.

Sighing deeply, he stood from the bed and opened the door, “You came…Um. I half expected you to…um…hey.”

Standing to the side, he made room for her to enter the room.
Also, @ActRaiserTheReturned, the only reason I am not having Dean read too much into Benjamins words is so we don't spill the angel beans before he meets an angel for the first time in person.
@WolvenaI think we probably would lol
I'm pretty easy to get along with. Call it...southern charm with ADHD sprinkles, and an impossibility to tell anyone no LOL. Makes me an easy going doormat who is nice enough to not be used as a doormat very often lol
John had tried to ignore what Dean was saying. The kid was just rogue, lately. It was harder to ignore when Mary was brought into it. But, the boy sulked all the way to Minnesota, which meant he had plans or he was extremely angry. The most likely answer was both.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, he kicked the brakes a bit to wake both the boys up, Dean groaning.

“We’re here? Finally? Great…”, Dean groaned. He gathered his jacket and quickly opened the door.

“Dean! Where the hell are you going? We got a room on this side…”, John started.

“I’m going to get my own room. I’m not in the mood to listen to you give your speeches tonight. Alright, Dad?” Dean answered back, throwing a hand in the air before heading to the office. He pulled out his phone, opening the message from Kenzi for the millionth time and sighed.

After the clerk at the counter threw him the key to his room, he thanked him, pulled out his phone again and shot a quick text to Kenzi, “Room 320…Knights tower, if you wanna save some money.”
@WolvenaMeh. Darlin' I laugh at it all the time. It's the only thing that keeps me from crying and feeling like my body is falling apart lol. I'll be fine. My meds seem to be working and my new eye patch is adorable. Ask @FuriePhoenix...I am the worlds biggest goofball, pacifistic optimist.

Dean Winchester/Annabeth


Dean calmed, relaxing his shoulders and allowing Mika to take his gun. He sighed loudly, pointing a finger at Annabeth as if to tell her something else. However, as he relaxed, he saw how terrified she was, and if he knew his brother…Sam was now her savior as long as she was scared and showing humanity. He dropped his hand to his side, and turned to Mika and Nat.

“I agree. I’m sure my brother has some questions. I have a hell of a lot of questions…”, Dean started, before Benjamin interjected again causing Dean to narrow his eyes, “Wings? What like a dragon or something? I mean…”

He laughed, tongue between his teeth and glanced at Mika, before letting his face fall, “Why don’t you get some rest, buddy…I’ll give you one of our cards and you can go grab you a room. See if these visions are stress or something.”

AnnaBeth gripped Sams arm a little harder as he spoke to her about going with Mika and Natalia. She could feel his heart beating through the veins in his arm, and it was hard and fast. She narrowed her eyes in confusion at the irregular heartbeat and released him.

“Where will you be?”, she asked him. The severe anxiety she felt, leaving with what seemed to be two regular humans when she was beside someone that seemed to understand her was immense. She changed her stance to let her eyes wander to Mika and Natalia, and the angry man…Dean, “I’ll go with them, but I don’t want to be alone with him, your brother.”
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