JustAnna

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Also, I changed my characters face image, because the first one was more of a placeholder I forgot about...

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth Yup let me knnow when Cas joins

@Chulance

Should be in the next few posts, my love.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I'm mostly just making sure everyone is still feeling good about things. I know Furie is. Wolvena seems okay.

@Chulance are you still ready when Cas comes in?

and

@ActRaiserTheReturned Are you cool? I haven't really heard from you in a bit, other than your last post in the OOC.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean frowned when she shot him down over the cowboy boots. “What’s wrong with cowboy boots?”, he muttered, scarfing down another large bite of pizza. As he waited for her response to the Bobby question, he studied her body language intently. It was something he was surprisingly good at, having been his dads heavy man for so long. Body language was the quickest tool to breaking someone for information.

When she mentioned she had seen him a couple of days ago, his interest picked up, causing his eyebrows to raise. Bobby rarely mentioned seeing her, but he knew they were both lying. Bobby the most, as he was a horrible liar to those he respected.

“I um…”, he started, while nodding his head at her declaration of needing to check on Bobby. He noticed then, the tells. He brushed it off, making sure she didn’t have a clue that he was onto anything, “Um. Not really. We circled through there a few weeks ago, before the um…the thing with you and me…and um…Sammy stayed with him for a few days.”

He almost pinched himself for stuttering. His brain was elsewhere, far away from the words he was speaking.

———-

Anna continued pacing as she let the information wash over her. He was the first of these kids that always came through, that actually had a similar story to hers. She knew there had to be others.

“My mom has like…a secret stash. I think she forgets that I’m sixteen. There’s a bunch of like…demonic satan stuff in boxes.”, she smiled mischievously, “Oh my god…I’m probably freaking you out. Strange girl, at some rat trap motel, picks you up at the machines and takes you home with her…then starts rambling about Satan.”

She grimaced as she realized she was doing it again…the over excited thing, “I promise I’m not a hooker or a serial killer, Sam.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

That's mostly the only reason I have tried to have some idea of one. Right now, it's just the three of us posting, because we have jumped around a lot. Chulance is waiting for the barn scene to bring in Castiel, and then he's in pretty regularly unless he wants to drop out for some reason, but if I know him...and I do...he'll be here.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean cocked his head to the side, giving a ‘makes sense’ look to Sam, “Yeah…you’re right. A little estrogen might be a welcome break considering how much time I spend cooped up with you asshats, usually.”

Smiling at his own joke, his smile fell when Sam walked away from him. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he stepped out around the wall, himself. He clapped his hands together loudly, “So, what’s the plan for you ladies? If I’m hanging around, let’s do something…”

He yawned loudly, suddenly remembering he hadn’t slept, other than in the car. Shaking his head roughly after the yawn, and smirked at the ladies.

————-

Annabeth nodded at all the women offering their help. Her shoulders relaxed a bit as she released Natalia’s hands. She thought about the fact that the voices and visions had brought them all together, and something about it seemed as fishy as what Natalia was making it out to be.

When Mika offered her assistance as well, Annabeth sighed, “I think…I think I want to rest, but I feel like there is something I should be doing to be honest.”

As Sam exited the other room, she turned on her heel, stepping up in front of him before he could reach the door, “…so you’re leaving. Um. I can come with you. If it’s the d-demon stuff, and I can’t even believe I’m saying that out loud, apparently I’m pretty useful. I’m not sure when or how, or what makes it work. But I can help.”

She rambled off quickly and then took a deep breath, shrugging her shoulders.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“What, you don’t think I would look sexy in a pair of cowboy boots?”, he asked jokingly, watching her eat her pizza. This was nice. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last, or that John could screw it all up at any moment, he still enjoyed the peace while it lasted.

“So, you heard from Bobby in a while? Last time we were all together, you guys seemed to be getting alone. And honestly, as lonely as he’s been, I figured he might enjoy the company.”, he mentioned, taking a massive bite of pizza. He watched her face, awaiting her reaction as he chewed.

———

Anna narrowed her eyes as he spoke about Kansas, and being on the road since he was a baby. His story paralleled hers once again. She pointed a finger at him as she leaned against the table, “Let me guess, you’re 16. Your birthday is in May..”

She ran her fingers through her silver hair and her eyes lit up excitedly, “This is insane. So, what does your dad do. Like, what is he doing to try and find the killer? Does he have any leads?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@ActRaiserTheReturned I guess not. The flow seems to just kinda happen.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Bobby and Dean

“Alright, then. I’ll go and get some stuff together. We’re gonna need lots of supplies if we’re gonna summon…well…everything.”, Bobby clapped his hands and slapped Dean on the shoulder. He then turned to leave, before stopping, just before the wall, “And Sam…be careful. Demons might know something, but they may not be ready to talk. No groups, if you can help it.”

Bobby then walked to the door and exited.

Dean turned to Sam, shrugging his shoulders, “I guess I’ll just…stay here and babysit? I’m not sick. I’m not weak. I’m alive and well.”

———

Annabeth

Annabeth nodded, taking a deep breath, taking in what Natalia was telling her. Demons were something they apparently had in common. Who would have thought? Demons. She held her hands, almost linking their fingers as she grounded herself. She was alive and this was real.

Taking another deep breath, she nodded again, “My dreams…well…the voices started when I turned twenty-three. No warning or anything. I started hearing the um…demons talking about Hell and Dean. I brushed it off at first as just stress, but they got worse. My hands would get hot. My brain would feel like it was melting.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, “But the visions hadn’t started until I met Sam. Until then, they just wanted me to find him…but never said why.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean glanced over at her with his eyebrows raised. Sure, they had rolled in the hay a few times, but she liked him? Hey. That was something. Picking up the phone on the bedside table, he called out to a pizza place. On instinct, he ordered the same pizzas he and Mika had gorged on, back in the day.

When the pizza showed up, faster than he expected, he jumped up excitedly. He ran to the door and paid the driver, giving him a nice tip, “Dinner is served, m’lady…”

He danced a bit as he turned around and threw the box on the table. He smirked at the tv and pointed, “By the way…I need to get me some of them boots. I mean, just look at him.”

He was trying to play nice. He was trying not to ask the fifty questions he wanted to ask, or make things awkward enough for her to leave. If acting silly and being casual was what he needed to keep her around long enough to break that ice, he would do it. He also didn’t want her to know that he fully planned to pull out a talking board while she was there. Nope. That was a different conversation.

Realizing he had zoned out, he shook himself and smiled again, “Let’s eat.”

———

“Um. I guess first question would be…where are you from? Surely you had a home once.”, Anna started, as she opened the door to her room. She stepped into her room, putter her snacks on he table closest to the window. She peeled her jacket off, revealing her bare arms underneath, along with her bandaged wrists. One wrist was covered by a black bandana. Itching at the plain bandaged one, she threw her jacket over the back of a chair and turned to him.

“I don’t remember ever having a home, other than this…and the car. My dad died, when I was a few months old. It’s always just been me and my mom, and whatever guys she decided to bring home after a job.”