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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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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.


Current Favorite Song


Literal Loves Of My Life














Love Yourself First

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Dean jerked his head back in an almost confused and surprised way, when she wrapped her arms around him again. He wrapped his arms around her torso and looked up at the ceiling, “Um. Well…Rekindling can mean a million things, you know. I mean…there’s exploration. There’s therapy stuff. There’s sex. We all know that one…”

As he spoke, he kept his eyes on the ceiling, while smiling. At the word sex, he waggled his eyebrows and placed his tongue between his teeth while looking down at her.

“Whatever…”, he pecked her on the lips, “Shall…”, another peck, “We do?”

With the last tiny kiss, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. In his mind, flashes of the times he and ‘Kenzi’ had gone down this road decided to sweep through, and while they were good-ish times, he missed the more gentle nature of himself with Mika. Everything was always so gentle, and patient.

Thinking about it, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist with a giggle and ran with her over to the bed, with a thud, knowing that Bobby probably heard the noise below them. He cradled her face as he crouched over her on the bed and laughed, “That was loud…”
Dean put on a fake scowl, trying to be as threatening as possible as he clung to her and pressed her nose with his, “Never.”

He let the scowl fall and swept her off her feet a bit, twirling her to the other side of the room, before dropping her with a small kiss on the lips, “But in all seriousness, this is nice. And I don’t even know what I want to do with my day now…with you looking like this.”

He realized how sexual the comment was, and rolled his eyes before nodding his head to the side to say ‘ya know’. And then his smile turned into a devious smirk.

“Bobby hasn’t found a hunt. We haven’t found anything to do. So, what would miss Mika Chambers like to do for the evening, now that our chores are done?”
Cason


Cason sat the stolen phone on the small table by the window, turning in the darkness to stare over at the human on the only bed in the room. He chewed at his lip, as he watched her chest rise and fall, a small tuft of her hair blowing and falling again against her lips. It wasn't in his nature to care for humans, but he did have some weird morals toward other demons. If a demon risked its eternal free life for him, he would owe them until he repaid the same debt. But the Winchesters brought something out in humans or at least found humans with the ability to pull at his 'being a bad demon' side.

He took a deep breath, not needing to sleep, and slowly stepped across the room. As he walked, he was thankful the room was carpeted. He wasn't the best at staying quiet. He approached the edge of the bed and stared down at her for several minutes, before reaching a handout and holding it over her mouth. She was breathing. She was sleeping. He had seen Annabeth sleep plenty of times, and even faked the process himself while with her. But, the action of sleeping still amazed him at times, after all these years of not sleeping.

He sighed, not even really knowing how long someone as tired as Esme would need to sleep. Was she in a coma? Should he try to save her?

As he pondered her mortality, her face scrunched into anger. She jerked a bit and Cason furrowed his eyebrow because this seemed familiar. Without warning, her hand came up to greet his chin as she fought whatever was now making her whimper in her sleep. Grabbing her wrist, he placed it on her chest and tried to hold it there, "Hey. You're having a bad dream...you're..."

He sighed deeply at the relentlessness of the nightmare and stood from the bed, stepping around to the empty side and climbing on. He could still hear her whimpering in the dark as he grabbed at her flailing hands, and pulled her upper body onto his lap, stroking her hair.

"This is going to be annoying...", he whispered, stroking her hair gently. There was nothing to do but wait for the others, or for daylight to come.
Dean kissed her knuckles one more time, peering up at her as he bowed. Hearing her real name come from her lips, his breath hitched in his throat quietly and his smile showed all his teeth, still holding her hand in his. He pulled her close as he stood up straight, throwing her hand over his right shoulder and pulling her close.

“A beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Stunning really…”, he tried his best to feign a British accent, before kissing her lips sweetly with a smile.

He pulled back from the kiss, suddenly forgetting that he had questions. He had them, but they were pushed to the back burner, behind staring at her, and realizing that everything he had lost was back in front of him. He didn’t even let the intrusive thought of ‘things that come back always sour’ break his smile as he pressed his forehead against hers and stared at her eyes.

“If Sam ever finds out I’ve been romantic, I’ll have to kill him.”, he laughed, brushing a strand of her new hair to the side with a finger, “And I guess I’d have to take care of you too, if you were to tell him…”
Dean continued to watch her as she applied the dye to her hair, his hands coming forward now and again to try and help her if she was having issues with a spot. When she was done, he ran out into the room and sat on the bed, thinking about everything. He had a bit of time to think, since she had to wait to remove the dye.

When all was said and done, he was still staring into space, thinking over everything that had happened in the past few days. Hell, he was going all the way back to a few years back. His decisions. His obsessions. Leaving his dad. Letting a girl die…

He covered his face with his hands for a few seconds, seeing the face of the blonde girl from a couple years back flashing in front of his face, a nightmare he had gotten over…until he thought back on it. It was the last serious moment that he and Mika had been in, as Kenzi, where they actually spoke about things.

Other than that night, it had been mostly sex.

As she walked back into the room, he quickly blinked a tear away that he almost hadn’t noticed was there from his self deprecating thoughts. He smiled widely, his face showing his relief and excitement at her new hair.

“I think it looks fantastic.”, he stood from the bed, bowing slightly and taking her hand, “Hello, ma’am. My name is Dean Winchester, and who’s hand do I have the honor of kissing tonight?”

He joked a bit, also being honest about how she seemed like a different person as he kissed each of her knuckles gently.
Dean Winchester


Dean nodded at Mika, as he looked her over, running his thumb lightly around the outside of her head wound. He was concerned about it, but it didn’t seem to need stitches. He brought her face to meet his eye line, by holding her cheeks to look her over, and make sure her eyes were reacting fine as he muttered, “We’re fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m good!”, Bobby yelled from across the room, brushing dust and grime off the front of his shirt and pants. He looked around at the warding, and then at Dean, who seemed to be the only one not knocked out by whatever the hell that thing was, “If you got any good information, now would be the time to spill it.”

Dean shook his head lightly, “I need to confirm what the guy said before then…Why don’t we pack up and head back to your place. We can figure it out there, where we have plenty of booze and a safety net.”

Bobby couldn’t help but agree, staring down at his niece with worried eyes, “You doin’ alright? I mean…are you good to ride, kid?”

Cason


As Esme snapped at him about being fine, he rolled his eyes as well, seeing that she was becoming more pale by the second. He listened to Sam’s plan and shook his head lightly, “I don’t sleep. So, I think I’ll hang out between rooms. I can just walk around, or I can hang out with anyone who can’t sleep. I don’t want you….alone. And I don’t want her without…”

Cason stopped his sentence, as he was speaking about Esme when she fell. He reached his arms out, catching her, and gently lowering to the ground with her. He did his best to make sure he took most of the fall, and groaned.

“…without someone to watch her. I owe her a debt for trying to save Annabeth. None of you could understand what that means.”

He pushed Esme’s hair out of her face, and quickly vanished with her. After settling her in a room, near St. Louis, Missouri, he pulled out his phone and texted Sam’s number on a phone he had lifted from Bobby Singer’s car.

1113 Sycamore Drive
Arnold, Missouri
—-Already checked in, Samuel.


Annabeth


Annabeth gave a relieved smile, leaning her head against Sam as he spoke, listening to his voice vibrating his chest. She honestly didn’t care where everyone else went, but she didn’t trust him to be alone, and she didn’t feel safe alone…especially now that her eyes were gone.

She also had her powers to deal with, and try to figure out, and Sam seemed the least afraid of her. He was the one who treated her most like a human. And she was starting to have tiny flashes of a past life, where they were together as teenagers, but it felt brief. He was a lot more angry, in her visions. He was more stressed, but just as gentle and kind. The thought made her smile against his chest.

“What about the angels? What do we do to stay away from them?”, she asked honestly. She thought about her powers and then Cason disappeared, his absence something she could feel, after being with him for so many months, “I guess we’ll just have to hope for the best…”

Her words came out almost as a chuckle, as she scooted back from Sam, wanting to try her legs so they could get out of there. She swung her legs over the bed beside him, and stood carefully.

“This is going to take getting used to, the whole…no eyes thing.”
Dean mocked her with his face in the mirror, before laughing at her words and his faces, “I would say I’m slightly domesticated…like a feral neighborhood cat.”

As she mentioned how much his help meant to her, he felt the need to kiss her cheek or neck, but with the brush coming toward her hair, he decided against it. Instead, he simply placed a hand on her hip and pressed up against her back with a smile, “I wouldn’t miss this. After this, we can work on moving forward. No more lies. No more acting. Just me, and you taking on whatever it is that we are forced to.”

As he spoke, he noticed the tears in her eyes, watching her move from one piece of hair to another. He kept close to her back, watching her in the mirror carefully, trying to be as there for her as possible, without getting in the way.
Dean Winchester


Dean attempted to take in everything Castiel had said, even just in that last few sentences. He took a deep breath, and furrowed his brow, trying to maintain his look of defiance in the face of…well…God and his angels. It was something that almost made him laugh, internally.

Stepping forward, he planned to get a bit closer to the angel, maybe against his better judgement. However, as he stepped, the angel finished talking and disappeared with a loud flutter of wings. Dean raised his hands in defense of his face, briefly, before turning back to where the angel had stood.

He could barely breathe, after this insanity. He noticed Mika on the ground, turning toward her and then back toward Bobby. He decided on grabbing Mika first, as he saw Bobby stirring on his own.

“Bobby, you alright?”, he called out across the room at him. Bobby simply nodded as he sat up, checking his body for wounds or bruises. He was fine, but you can’t be too safe.

Running over to Mika, Dean skidded the last few feet on his knees, grabbing her face in his hands and lifting her head in front of his face, “Hey hey hey…Mika, you good? Look at me…”

They needed to regroup with Sam, and Natalia. Maybe even bring some of the strays into the group, as they could use all the hands they could find. He gripped a hand around the top of Mika’s arm, helping her up a bit, while also hugging her to him. He pressed his palm lightly against the cut on her forehead, “I got you…”

Cason


Cason watched Esme stagger around as he stepped into the small bathroom. She looked awful. But then again, human hunters always seemed to look under the weather. They were fragile, and thus, the reason he usually chose not to get close to, or really interact heavily with humans. He finished washing the blood off his hands, as best he could, and turned to her with a grin.

“Yeah. I feel like I owe you.”, he muttered, staring at her with a serious look. He cleared his throat after realizing he was staring, and felt a bit more relaxed than he had before, “I’m protecting that one you were sewing on, in there. Sadly…I think I’m attached to her, you know, human emotions. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but consider me in your debt.”

He shrugged, pressing his lips together to let her know he was serious, but didn’t know what she wanted to do with the information.

“Now. I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom, his hand out in front of Esme to try and help keep her from falling.

Annabeth


Annabeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly when Sam told her that he got out safely, and the demons were gone. She hadn’t been able to lay a good set of eyes on Sam, after what had happened. So, she wasn’t completely sure he was physically alright, until he confirmed it.

As he began cleaning the blood from her chest, she looked down at where he was wiping, instinctively. Once again, it hit her that she was mostly blind. In fact, she was blind, in the true sense of the word. But she could feel shapes and colors. She could feel Sam’s touch most of all.

She leaned her head back, allowing him room to clean her off as best he could. Hearing familiar footsteps, she reached out and touched his wrist as Cason lightly leaned through the door way of the bathroom.

“Because I would hate for everyone to die a horrible and mundane death, I am going to suggest that we pack up our shit…and go to a different hotel. This one isn’t in the greatest of shape.”, Cason spoke matter of fact, and raised his eyebrows, “I could get….say….two rooms? Three rooms? Sam what do you think?”

Annabeth held Sam’s wrist a little tighter as Cason spoke about leaving the hotel. She knew the room was in terrible shape, but she also knew that leaving could mean being split up, and she didn’t know if she was prepared to be alone with anyone…except Sam.

“I’ll ride with you.”, she whispered to Sam.
Dean stepped back into place behind her putting the items he had found into the sink, keeping a couple around his wrist with clips attached. It was like a toolbox. He nodded at her instructions, taking the piece of hair she had in her hand from her and tying it up with one of the hair ties. This seemed like something that was going to be overly complicated, but that he knew meant a lot to her.

If he was honest, it meant more to him than she could know. Having some similarity to a starting over point or a do over was something that his paranoid mind could get behind. She was officially allowing him inside her mind, to a degree. He still didn’t have all the answers he wanted. He still had questions, and a few things he needed to get off his chest.

But dammit this break from all the sadness, fighting, and toxicity was something he was having trouble letting go of.

“I’m almost domesticated, around you, now. It’s disgusting…”, he joked, making a silly gagging face, and then continued on with a fake grimace as he picked at another piece of hair, “Got me over her doing hair…”
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