@ChulanceI shall. Let Dean get out of the hotel and I'll call you lol
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STATUS: The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon. 13 days ago
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The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
17 days 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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So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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Twisters is my new comfort movie. As someone who grew up a weather nerd in Tornado Alley, I am in love.
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I twisted my ankle on my run because of a damn pecan and now I think pecan trees in parks should be illegal T_T Good news, it's not broken. Bad news, I have to rest it for a day or two.
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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.
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 laughed softly at her quip, kissing her back and leaning forward, hovering over her as he brushed her hair out of her face. Breaking away, he sat up on his knees, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it, before grabbing the blanket behind him and throwing it over them both. He leaned down and kissed her again.
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Dean squinted, the sun coming through a small crack and seemingly attempting to burn his eyes through his eyelids. He drew what he thought was Mika’s body closer to him, as he flexed his arm and groaned. However, when he pulled the figure closer, he realized he was hugging a pillow.
“Mika?”, he whispered, his eyes still closed. When she didn’t answer him, he opened his eyes a bit, and peered over to her side of the bed. A loud sigh left his throat as he realized she wasn’t in bed with him, “Dammit…”
A bit of panic hit his chest as he sat up carefully with another groan, looking around the room. He was still in her room. He was still at Bobby’s. As far as he could tell, everything from the night before was real, and not a dream. He sighed in relief, raising up the covers to look down at himself and then smirked.
“Where are you?”, he asked in a whisper. He scooted himself out of bed, stepping into the bathroom before finding his sweats on the floor of the bedroom on his way to the door. Dancing into his sweats, he opened the door and stepped out. If she was gone, he knew he would panic and potentially lose his cool on her. That was something he had to prepare for, considering how much she ran.
He stepped down the stairs carefully, coming into the living room while rubbing his head, not even realizing he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt.
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The next morning.
Dean squinted, the sun coming through a small crack and seemingly attempting to burn his eyes through his eyelids. He drew what he thought was Mika’s body closer to him, as he flexed his arm and groaned. However, when he pulled the figure closer, he realized he was hugging a pillow.
“Mika?”, he whispered, his eyes still closed. When she didn’t answer him, he opened his eyes a bit, and peered over to her side of the bed. A loud sigh left his throat as he realized she wasn’t in bed with him, “Dammit…”
A bit of panic hit his chest as he sat up carefully with another groan, looking around the room. He was still in her room. He was still at Bobby’s. As far as he could tell, everything from the night before was real, and not a dream. He sighed in relief, raising up the covers to look down at himself and then smirked.
“Where are you?”, he asked in a whisper. He scooted himself out of bed, stepping into the bathroom before finding his sweats on the floor of the bedroom on his way to the door. Dancing into his sweats, he opened the door and stepped out. If she was gone, he knew he would panic and potentially lose his cool on her. That was something he had to prepare for, considering how much she ran.
He stepped down the stairs carefully, coming into the living room while rubbing his head, not even realizing he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt.
Dean laughed a bit at the fact that someone had managed to ‘train’ Bobby Singer. But if anyone could do it, it was Mika. Bobby had a pure heart under all the rage and alcoholism. He had learned that through the years, with Bobby defying requests from John, just to make sure Dean had a good weekend here and there that didn’t involve hunting, or preparing to hunt.
Stepping into the bathroom, Dean stepped over to the sink and turned it on, before wiping his hand across the still steamy mirror. Staring into his own tired eyes, he pressed a little toothpaste onto the brush and tossed it in his mouth, scrubbing roughly at his teeth like he was at a girls for the first time. It made him smirk, how nervous he was around Mika, now that he knew who she was. He was never nervous around any girl, much less a girl he was familiar with. But this was different.
“It’s been a while since we both tried to cram into a bed that size to sleep…”, he quipped from the bathroom, after spitting into the sink, and placing his toothbrush on the edge. He turned and exited the bathroom, almost smiling at the fact that she was on the bed, still within his reach.
He stepped over to the bed as well, climbing slowly over the foot of it, before coming face to face with her, still on his hands and knees with a sheepish smile. He then placed a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling against them as he joked, “…just don’t hog the covers…”
Stepping into the bathroom, Dean stepped over to the sink and turned it on, before wiping his hand across the still steamy mirror. Staring into his own tired eyes, he pressed a little toothpaste onto the brush and tossed it in his mouth, scrubbing roughly at his teeth like he was at a girls for the first time. It made him smirk, how nervous he was around Mika, now that he knew who she was. He was never nervous around any girl, much less a girl he was familiar with. But this was different.
“It’s been a while since we both tried to cram into a bed that size to sleep…”, he quipped from the bathroom, after spitting into the sink, and placing his toothbrush on the edge. He turned and exited the bathroom, almost smiling at the fact that she was on the bed, still within his reach.
He stepped over to the bed as well, climbing slowly over the foot of it, before coming face to face with her, still on his hands and knees with a sheepish smile. He then placed a gentle kiss on her lips, smiling against them as he joked, “…just don’t hog the covers…”
@ActRaiserTheReturned did you see my posts to Hera and Benjamin?
Also, @Wolvena be checking your PMs. After I eat I have a question for you.
Also, @Wolvena be checking your PMs. After I eat I have a question for you.
Dean pulled a t-shirt and a pair of sweats from the bag as he laid it on the bed, “You were cute. I mean…it honestly made me feel for once like I was a big strong man, knowing that my clothes were massive on you.”
He spoke over his shoulder at her, dropping his towel. He stood by the bed for a few minutes with his back turned to her, trying to untangle the arms of his shirt, and then swung it over the top of his head and down his torso. His mind kept flashing to the many times they had done this in the mornings, during the lying period. Backs turned. Not looking at each other, while getting dressed.
Shaking the thought, he decided to break the cycle, as part of them starting fresh. He turned around, and leaned against the end of the bed to step into his sweats, watching her intently.
“I guess Bobby knew I would be staying the night, after our conversation…or how long we were up here. I’m shocked he came in, considering.”, he muttered, pulling his sweats up to his hips, and reaching for his toothbrush.
He spoke over his shoulder at her, dropping his towel. He stood by the bed for a few minutes with his back turned to her, trying to untangle the arms of his shirt, and then swung it over the top of his head and down his torso. His mind kept flashing to the many times they had done this in the mornings, during the lying period. Backs turned. Not looking at each other, while getting dressed.
Shaking the thought, he decided to break the cycle, as part of them starting fresh. He turned around, and leaned against the end of the bed to step into his sweats, watching her intently.
“I guess Bobby knew I would be staying the night, after our conversation…or how long we were up here. I’m shocked he came in, considering.”, he muttered, pulling his sweats up to his hips, and reaching for his toothbrush.
As Dean watched her get out of the tub, he ridiculously tried to divert his eyes, but ended up scoffing at the idea. It wasn’t as if he had never seen a naked woman before, particularly Mika. He smirked and raised his eyebrows as he reached out and grabbed her arm to help her out. He then brushed both hands down the top of his hair, flattening it down into a comfort area for him. He seriously needed a haircut.
Smiling brightly, he watched her pull the plug and pull her hair on, realizing for another flash that he had missed this, so much. He couldn’t help but stare.
As they walked out into her bedroom, he narrowed his eyes at his bag sitting next to the door. Bobby had apparently brought it up, from him leaving it on the floor of the living room. He gestured to it, and then smiled, “Looks like Bobby is way ahead of you…so, it’s all yours.”
He then laughed at the thought that came into his mind, as he bent down to grab the army bag full of clothes, “You know how sexy you look in my clothes…”
Smiling brightly, he watched her pull the plug and pull her hair on, realizing for another flash that he had missed this, so much. He couldn’t help but stare.
As they walked out into her bedroom, he narrowed his eyes at his bag sitting next to the door. Bobby had apparently brought it up, from him leaving it on the floor of the living room. He gestured to it, and then smiled, “Looks like Bobby is way ahead of you…so, it’s all yours.”
He then laughed at the thought that came into his mind, as he bent down to grab the army bag full of clothes, “You know how sexy you look in my clothes…”
He's a bit of a rage monster...which I'm sure the Winchesters will love later on when they have to deal with him. We all know they love whiney raging angels and their super powered temper tantrums lol
I went ahead and made a small post for Samael as well.
@ActRaiserTheReturned
Samael rolled his eyes, while sitting in an office chair in Heaven. A prayer was coming into his mind as he sat there. He was tempted to simply smite the psychic by showing his true form, but instead, he communicated back with an air of sarcasm to his voice.
"What humans and prophets have attributed my name to, means nothing to me. I am an angel, although not as soft as some of my brothers...", he muttered, rubbing his brow, before his eyes widened at the life force of his target fleeing. The girl was dead.
Screaming, he stood and turned the massive glass table with a huff, before smiting a young angel next to him with a thought and a growl. He then disappeared from the room, with a flutter of wings.
Samael
Samael rolled his eyes, while sitting in an office chair in Heaven. A prayer was coming into his mind as he sat there. He was tempted to simply smite the psychic by showing his true form, but instead, he communicated back with an air of sarcasm to his voice.
"What humans and prophets have attributed my name to, means nothing to me. I am an angel, although not as soft as some of my brothers...", he muttered, rubbing his brow, before his eyes widened at the life force of his target fleeing. The girl was dead.
Screaming, he stood and turned the massive glass table with a huff, before smiting a young angel next to him with a thought and a growl. He then disappeared from the room, with a flutter of wings.
Dean knew Bobby would allow him to stay as long as he needed. Hell, Bobby would fake Dean’s death if he needed him to. He was a father to him, coming to bat for him his entire life. The only person Bobby seemed to love more than Dean was Mika, which made sense, both because she was his actual blood and because she was a saint, in Dean’s eyes…compared to himself.
He continued running his fingers up and down her arms, until she suggested that they get out of the tub. He nodded lightly, “Yeah. Let’s do that…”
Pushing her forward gently, he pushed himself out of the water with the sides of the tub, and stepped out, wanting to get to a towel before she could. As soon as he found the towels, he wrapped one around himself, tying it loosely around his waist like a skirt after drying off a bit. He then grabbed one more, turning back to her and holding it out to her like a child, almost.
“My lady…”, he quipped, with his signature smile attached. As rough as tonight had been, he couldn’t help but smile through it. He was thankful, through the short bout of pain. He kept reminding himself of that as he sighed gently and wiggled the towel back and forth.
He continued running his fingers up and down her arms, until she suggested that they get out of the tub. He nodded lightly, “Yeah. Let’s do that…”
Pushing her forward gently, he pushed himself out of the water with the sides of the tub, and stepped out, wanting to get to a towel before she could. As soon as he found the towels, he wrapped one around himself, tying it loosely around his waist like a skirt after drying off a bit. He then grabbed one more, turning back to her and holding it out to her like a child, almost.
“My lady…”, he quipped, with his signature smile attached. As rough as tonight had been, he couldn’t help but smile through it. He was thankful, through the short bout of pain. He kept reminding himself of that as he sighed gently and wiggled the towel back and forth.
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