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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.


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Dean mulled over in his head the thought of a skin walker moving around outside of New Mexico. They tended to be very loyal to their hunting grounds, but considering they were human, at some point in their day, it wouldn’t be that big of a stretch that a young skin walker would be willing to leave, and run off on their own. He also thought back to the Wendigo that killed Mika’s parents and he swallowed hard.

“After we figure out what kind of animal it is, we can head to a gun store. I’m sure they have some big firepower…and we’re definitely going to need it, if my gut is correct.”, he chimed in, knowing that the grunt work was easier for him to do, than the people work, “And as far as I remember, skin walkers are basically just werewolves that can change into other things at will…so silver and a little patience, and we’re clear in this.”

Dean stepped closer to Mika. He was feeling confident but also nervous, like she was. If this was a skin walker of a larger or faster animal, it could smell trouble. If it wasn’t a skin walker, they could be stuck hanging around for a few days at the least, which meant more chance for trouble, and more chance for one of them to do something stupid.

“I’m sure he knows someone over at the crime lab. We could have him send the hair over there, run it through a few databases, and give them our cards?”, he suggested in a question, leaning down to catch her eyes.
Dean spread the wound a bit, seeing the hair that Mika was seeing, but not quite making out what it was, until she pulled it out with the tweezers. He leaned in close to her head as she held the hair up to the light, and he shook his head, “I don’t know.”

He walked over to where she had laid the file, and picked it up, flipping through it as she theorized. He narrowed his eyes, looking at how incomplete the file was, and thought about werewolves and their MO if they weren’t cutting hearts. Usually, fights between packs could end in a throat being ripped out, but from what he had seen in his time dealing with them, they were typically at a half stage, and so the bite would be mostly human.

“A skin walker? I thought those only existed down in New Mexico…”, he muttered, flipping the file shut, and laying it back on the tray he got it from, “If it’s a skin walker, it will be hard to suss out. I mean, it can be anything. Any animal. And we’re talking about something big. Do we even have a gun that big?”

Dean was almost paranoid it was a werewolf pack, even though he knew better. But the idea that a bear or a tiger was roaming around eating on people’s necks wasn’t much better of an option, in his mind.
Dean walked through the morgue, still close to Mika’s back and gulped a bit when he saw the bodies. He didn’t have a weak stomach typically, but there was something about throat wounds that just made him queasy. He snarled his nose, and cleared his throat to hide his discomfort, before leaning over one of the bodies, his hands in his pockets, staring at the deep bite wounds in the neck.

“Looks like a Tiger or a Lion…”, he muttered absent mindedly along with the doctor, while Mika flipped through the file, “There’s not a zoo here. So, maybe someone has some illegal animals locked up somewhere and one got loose…”

He shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows raised as he peered over at Mika, who was already picking up gloves and a scalpel. He watched her intently, until she summoned him. Quickly walking over to the body, he leaned down peering into the wound as she separated it with the scalpel.

Looking up at Mika with a quizzical look, he shrugged his shoulders, “Bears maybe? I swear it looks like they were chewed up by something big, but it doesn’t look brutal enough for a dog bite…”

Dean pulled a glove from the box, only putting the one over his right hand, and spread his fingers the width of the wound, to show how wide the bite had to be, “I mean, this thing had some chompers…”
Annabeth


Anna stood from the bed almost as soon as Sam left, walking up to the vault to listen to what was happening in the rest of the house. When she heard Sam’s large and heavy footsteps walking up the house stairs, she sighed. She had promised him she wouldn’t leave the vault. But she really wanted to know what was going on upstairs…and after hearing the blast from what sounded like the same thing as back at the hotel, her heart skipped a beat and she slipped through the gap in the door and up the stairs.

Coming face to face with Natalia, Anna stopped in her tracks, “Oh um…Hi…um…Please don’t yell for Sam. I just needed to breathe…”

Cason flinched, backing up from Anna. He pulled the knife he had been holding, and held it out to her with his bloody hand up in front of her face. Bobby shot up from his desk at the same moment, pulling his pistol from its holster and holding it at his side, hammer pulled. She took a deep breath, smelling Cason’s blood and fighting the urge to attack him. When she exhaled, she was fine, no white eyes, no intense thirst, “Cason…I’m not going to hurt you. I’ve been down in that stupid basement for hours. After Sam came down to talk to me…I’m fine.”

She dropped her shaking hand at her side, and quickly shoved it into the pocket of her shorts, “What happened up here?”

“What didn’t happen up here…”, Bobby muttered, putting the hammer back down and tossing the pistol on his desk, once he realized she wouldn’t be much of a threat they couldn’t handle.

Dean Winchester


“Shhh…I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you, sweetheart…”, Dean cooed to Mika, rocking her as he held her. He pulled her further onto his lap, moving her legs to straddle his hips so he could look at her face better. He pulled his hands up to her face, brushing her hair away gently and looked into her eyes as best he could, through her guilt.

“Look at me. I’m right here. I saw red, and for that…I’m sorry, alright?”, he cooed, following her eyes around with his own, his nose high in the air to let her know that he was just there to try and smooth things over, “You um…you need to hear some things, and they are things you’re probably not going to like, but they need to be said. Tonight proved that to me more than anything.”

He paused, wiping her tears away with both his thumbs as he held her face, leaning forward to kiss her nose, “Just listen…”

Dean proceeded to explain to Mika slowly how Esme had found him, drunk and suicidal, fighting at a bar. She brought him home for what he had assumed was a hookup, and he begged her to kill him then, or at least help him along. When she refused, and after he sobered up, they talked. She calmed him, presumably with her powers that he didn’t know she had at the time. She was his comfort, and he loved her. He was honest with Mika about the fact that they had no closure, and he had kissed Esme willingly at the bar, and that a small part of him still loved her.

“But you need to know…that I have never, and will never put another person above you. I did, for a while, because I had to…for my sanity. But we’re here, now. Not there.”, he finished, taking a deep and shuddered breath as he rubbed her cheeks.
Dean watched her face as they stepped into the elevator, his eyes scanning from her eyes to her lips as she told him he was hot. He wanted to just reach out and grab her, being in such tight quarters. But as her eyes raised to the security cameras, his followed, “Gotta keep it professional, Ms. Jett…at least until we get out of here…”

He finished his words just as the doors opened, and he dropped his face back to a brooding glare as they walked up to the office door. He stuck by her side protectively and never moved his face as he pulled his badge, handing it over Mika’s shoulder. As soon as the man commented on their ages, he knew that Mika would chime in, but when she delivered her lines without a single miss, he absentmindedly raised his eyebrows and then stared down at her proudly, breaking his cover a bit.

Dean took his ID back, and smirked, “What the hell was that?”, he asked into her ear as they followed the coroner, incredibly impressed by her.
“I’m a decent actor…but wow…”, he chuckled, his hand coming down to her lower back, before he realized he was supposed to act perpetually angry and protective. He pulled his hand back to shove it in his pocket and wiped the smirk off his face.
Dean walked with Mika up the path, and through the doors of the Hospital. He followed Mika’s direction, letting her take control to keep up appearances. He was the guard dog cop, and he had to act like it, as he ‘protected’ his partner. Stepping close to her side, he resisted the urge to place a hand on his back as they stepped up to the reception desk and he pulled his FBI badge, flipping it open to the receptionist.

He narrowed his eyes, tempted to say something smart about the comment on age. It was a touchy subject, always being disrespected because of his age, but Mika handled it like a champ, causing him to smile proudly toward her, his face trailing down her body as she stepped back from the desk.

“I told you they would think I look like a baby. I’m supposed to be your bad cop…but they’re more scared of you, than me…”, he muttered, near her ear as they waited for the elevator, “But you do look like a powerhouse, in that suit. I’m just saying.”

He breathed the words against her neck, resisting the urge to kiss her ear as the elevator arrived and they stepped inside.
Dean Winchester and Cason


Dean knew that everything Nat was saying was true, as he laid with his hands on his stomach. He closed his eyes as she essentially washed over most of the emotions he had, himself. He knew Mika was crazy about him. Hell, she had almost died for him a few times, in the past. Their breakup was so explosive that he went down the worst path of self destruction, he had experienced in his life.

“Esme saved my life.”, he muttered to Nat. This was the first time he had truly opened up to his sister about anything this personal, and it almost felt like he needed it, desperately, “After Mika and I broke up, Esme found me, at one of the lowest points in my life. I was needy. I was constantly drunk, and I had nightmares…violent ones. She never judged. She never fought against my nature.”

He had started to hear the music playing upstairs, “I need to tell Mika, but how do I tell her that the person I kissed back at the bar is the only other person I’ve ever been in love with, other than Mika? I don’t figure she’s gonna take that much better…”

Dean turned his head, peering up at Mika’s bedroom window as she started to sing. He sat up slowly, just watching her as she sang. Much to his surprise, he could hear every single one of the lyrics. It wasn’t forgiveness. It was simply her wanting to feel like he still saw her as the girl he fell in love with, changed with, and worked so hard to keep.

He slipped his legs off the side of the Impala, and without missing a beat, ran toward the house. He swept past Esme and Cason, and straight up the stairs, causing Cason to groan as he continued painting the sigil. Without answering Esme, Cason slapped his bloody hand against the sigil, causing a loud scream and a bright flash of light to flood the exterior of the house. Cupid was gone.

“Now…and I don’t know exactly how close you have to be. Apparently, just within the same property. So, yay! No more cupid…”, Cason gasped out, pulling a bandana from his back pocket and wrapping his cut hand in it tightly, “No more singing…”

Dean came to a stop, skidding into the door frame of Mika’s bedroom, to see her sobbing on the floor. A pained look washed over his face as he carefully crept into the room, his boots easily giving him away as he stepped slowly, and finally crouched, sitting on his knees beside her and pulling her body against his chest.

“Shhh. Hey. Just relax.”, he whispered, falling back on his ass against the wood floor. He wrenched her arms around his waist, and held her tightly against him, “I’m right here…”

Annabeth


Anna nodded softly, not wanting to stay in the vault, but knowing that if she left, it could stir up a whole new set of trouble. She reached out and brushed her fingertips down Sam’s arm, before stepping over to the bed and sitting down with a small sigh.

“Go. Help your brother. I’ll be here, when you get back.”, she murmured, a small reassuring smile on her face as she watched him, “I promise…”
As the reached their destination, Dean watched Mika pull out her ID box out of the glove box, smiling warmly at how similar they were in where they stored things, and how. He wanted to go through the box, and look at all of the IDs, but he knew there was no time, and fully planned to do so later on.

He patted his chest and then his sides, feeling his FBI wallet that Bobby had made him, since his was still in the Impala, in the right side pocket. Reaching his hand into his pocket, he pulled it out and flipped it open, laughing with a bright smile.

“Agent Seger!”, Dean mused, running his finger over the fake badge, before snapping it shut and stuffing it back into the pocket inside of his jacket, “Bobby knows me so well.”

“I’m ready when you are…”, he leaned over and read the name on her ID, smiling brightly again, “Agent Jett. Has anyone told you that you look fantastic in blue, Ms. Jett?”

He placed his tongue between his teeth, and opened his door to leave the car.
Dean Winchester and Castiel

Dean chuckled at her little comment, not having seen himself as particularly fun, other than maybe in bed. He raised his eyebrows at her, and turned to look at her face as he chuckled.

Dean squeezed her hand back, as she asked if he was ready, “I guess as ready as I’m going to be. The quicker we settle in and figure out what we need to do, the quicker everyone can loosen up, and you’re definitely bunking with me…”

He smiled brightly, releasing her hand to get out of the car. As he opened his door and stepped out, he stretched, feeling a bit of his normal numbness take over. Dean scratched the back of his head, and walked around to Esme, picking up her hand and lacing his fingers with hers.

“Now, Castiel is really easy to get along with, as long as you’re firm with him. He needs to be stood up against, or he tends to steamroll his way past your thoughts, to do whatever the hell it is that he has on his mind. For some reason…he listens to me. So, don’t be afraid to just give me a look, if he’s being an idiot.”, Dean explained as they walked up to the door and he knocked.

Castiel opened the door, almost the instant Dean’s knuckles touched the wood, “Dean…Esme…”

“Cas? How is she?”, Dean asked, looking past Cas into the small two story house.

“She’s fine. Sam is waking her from a nap. Come in.”

“She sleeps?”, Dean asked with a confused look. Cas simply rolled his eyes and walked away from Dean, toward the middle of the living room.

“Of course she sleeps. She’s half human.”, Castiel explained as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, “And I wanted to test a theory with Sam. So I sent him to wake her up.”

“What kind of theory? Cas?”, Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I wanted to see if she would kill him. When Madison sleeps, she goes to a blank slate environment. With very few real world experiences, she only remembers what she heard in the womb. So, she doesn’t dream. Black…silent…waking her could cause another explosion.”, Castiel explained, too which Dean scoffed and held a hand out toward Cas.

“And you used Sam…as bait?”

“Not bait. I used Sam as a defuser. She trusts him. She trusts Esme. Only one of them was here.”, Castiel muttered, pointing his finger at Esme knowingly.

Madison


Madison flinched as Sam took her hands, taking a second to realize that he was being affectionate, and not aggressive. She read his face and her shoulders fell at his words, her face softening. He was speaking to her honestly, and actually being incredibly compassionate. She could feel it vibrating off his skin.

“I know you won’t.”, she whispered at his promise to not leave her alone, “I know. Because you promised. I’m still sorry I hurt you back at the house, when I was scared.”

She leaned forward suddenly, her face meeting his chest and her arms around him as she gave over her trust to him, in a tight hug. She didn’t quite understand hugs, or when it was appropriate to give them, but she felt the need, after his words.

“Thank you for trying, Sam…”
Dean Winchester


Dean gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching visibly as Natalia refused to leave him alone. She was so much like Sam that it hurt, but with his grit. Damn stubborn woman…

As the back of the Impala dipped a bit with her sitting beside him, he sighed and placed his head in his hands. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just fighting hard to control the rage that he had been so good at keeping control of, until he ended up in Hell. But he couldn’t tell Nat about Hell, not yet.

Keeping one palm on his forehead, he turned his head toward her slightly, just staring at her, before turning his sight back toward the ground behind the Impala, “They slept together…”

It hurt to even say the words out loud. His stomach cramped and he fought the urge to run straight back into the house, to finish the deed. Instead, he turned his head back to Nat, just looking at her, “And while I know it was probably Cupid, I can’t help but see a demon, hitting her at her most vulnerable place. And I caused that.”

Dean pressed his lips together tightly, and gave a sad laugh, “Because unlike what she went through, I kissed Esme willingly…”

His anger was slowly fading to a horrible guilt, one that he was intimately familiar with, with Mika. It’s not like this was the first time he had let her down, and either caused her to do something stupid, or to be injured in the process. This was just the first time that the situation had started with a lie…

He leaned back, laying his head against the back glass of the Impala as he closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “Nat, I don’t think we can come back from this one. I can’t look at her without wanting to kill him or feeling like an absolute piece of shit for what I did…”

Cason


Cason glanced to Esme, and simply threw his hands up, “We might have…Well cupid might have made us…have sex…”

As the words left his mouth, Violet’s head landed in his lap, and he hugged her tightly, taking a long drink from the open whiskey bottle. There was still a chance, if he stayed, that he would end up killed, tonight.

Unless.

He heard a faint melody playing from upstairs, as Cupid landed on the eve, just outside Mika’s window, keeping himself invisible to her, but drawing her to the open window to look down at Dean, tears streaming down his face to see the pain the both of them were in.

He could fix this…

Cason stood quickly, as the music played and looked around Bobby’s desk, until he found the large hunting knife Bobby kept under one of his books for protection. He pulled it, quickly slicing a deep cut into his hand and ran to the nearest closet door, taking the blood from his hand onto his finger, and began painting the same sigil from the hotel they met in.

No one else was singing tonight, especially Mika.

Bobby Singer and Annabeth


Anna stood from the ground, searching around for her shirt and shorts, quickly shimmying into the shorts once she had them in her hands. She then threw the t-shirt on, trying not to flash Bobby in the process and joined Sam, to make sure Bobby could get a good look at her face.

Bobby gave Sam a look, still concerned about the idea that Anna might have seduced Sam just to get him to let her go, but rolled his eyes at his younger son’s inability to keep to a plan, if his feelings were involved.

“What happened?! Oh, well while you were off frolicking, your brother almost killed Cason. Apparently, from what little I could gather from the situation, you’ve all been singing your songs. Where yours was happy, apparently, the others were not so much.”, Bobby explained, his expression exhausted, “And Cason and Mika ended up rolling around together. So, there’s a whole ass can of worms open, up there. I don’t even know where Dean ended up…”

Bobby got as much info as he could out of his system, before turning and walking back upstairs. He was aggravated, tired, and honestly fed up with the whole song and dance that they couldn’t seem to break out of.

Anna’s eyes widened behind Sam, “Cason and Mika?! I would have never guessed that one…”
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