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11 days ago
Current The election is stressing me the hell out. The cycle exhausted me and now I wanna puke. Hopefully, a big win comes soon.
15 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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16 days ago
So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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17 days ago
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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29 days ago
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.


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Dean Winchester


Dean laughed a bit, nodding his head and shrugging his shoulders at her question of surprise, “I would say so. I haven’t um…had someone kiss me like that in a long time, on their own.”

He thought over their options, knowing that he should be with Sam, at a moment like this. But he also knew that when Castiel wanted to hide from angels, he was surprisingly good at it. With Esme, Dean was an open target for the angels, himself, because while he was hidden from them, she wasn’t. With Sam’s branding on his ribs, and Castiel warding the house, the place would be like a fortress.

Sam also knew that they were going to be out, and how badly Dean needed a break. Hell, they both needed a break, he and his brother. The last year and a half had been non-stop angel crap, and now Lucifer. They would be insane if they weren’t tired and ready to relax.

As he thought over everything, he stared blankly at the bar behind her head, spacing out a bit. But then his eye twitched and he met her eyes again with a warm smile, “Sam’s safe with Cas, right now. I think we can take our time…”

He brought his hand back up to brush her cheek, running his fingers through her hair as he leaned in for another long kiss, slowly leading her backward to rest her back against the nearby wall, behind the billiards tables. As soon as her back made contact, he lowered a hand to press her hips against the wall, nibbling at her lip. They could worry about the end of the world later. Right now, it was time to catch up…
Dean smirked at her answer, glad that they were on the same page. It actually seemed like they were on the exact same page. That never happened with girls, for him. He tightened his grip on her hand, rubbing his thumb gently against hers as her eyes diverted. There it was, the way she changed directions, and the world shifted. It was something else he watched, commonly about her: what she saw with her eyes.

She looked at grass differently than he had ever noticed another person do. She didn’t ask about the callouses on his hands, or the myriad of scars that he had, although he would be happy to share their origin, it wasn’t a draw for her. She simply wanted to hold his hand. It was innocent, and actually real. He couldn’t help another smile appearing on his face until she caught his eyes with hers again.

His face kept a smirk as it fell, his eyes seeming to glow in the bright moon they were having. He wanted to kiss her, and the only thing holding him back was the fear that she would think he was trying to get into her pants, and that the entire day was just a ploy, because normally…it would be. But with Mika, he literally just wanted to kiss her.

When she was the one to make the first move, it took him by complete surprise. He raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes as he saw her coming, the quick peck hitting his heart like a bolt of electricity. His eyebrows stayed raised as he opened his eyes and looked back down at her, scanning her eyes.

“Um…what was that?”, he asked, trying to feign innocence as he was still afraid to scare her, or move too quickly for her taste. Hell, he didn’t even know what her taste was. But he reminded himself quickly, today…her taste was him. She had made that clear. As his heart sped up once again, he took a risk, pulling his hand from hers and cradling both sides of her face, before kissing her gently. He gasp of excitement he let out as soon as their lips met the second time, betrayed his confident nature almost causing him to pull away.
Dean Winchester


Dean smiled at her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his forehead on hers. It was like nothing had changed. He still made her excited, just like the days where her family saw him as dangerous, and as a threat. Her father had even made it clear to him, on one occasion that he was too dangerous to be near his daughter, and that he demanded he stay away.

But something always drew them back to each other. He found her fascinating. She calmed him, when he was irate. In times that he got into fights around her, she was able to calm him by simply holding his hand, or touching his face.

As she tilted her face to rub her nose against his, his eyes fluttered shut, as well, and his heart jumped into his throat, just in time for her to not only make a joke about their kiss earlier in the day, but to kiss him first. His heart sped up more at how forward she was being, his hand coming up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek as he kissed her back, still swaying a bit to the music.

This was not how he had thought his night would go, but he was thankful she showed up. From the happy numbness he felt in this moment, he had definitely missed her being this close. He deepened the kiss, sighing in contentment, and let the kiss linger until the song ended, and the bar went silent briefly.

As another song came onto the jukebox, a bit faster this time, he broke the kiss with a smile, keeping his forehead against hers, “That was unexpected…”

He laughed, his eyes still closed, and then allowed them to slowly open, watching hers.

“I can feel your heart in your neck.”, he muttered with a small laugh, placing a single small kiss on her lips, “And now I’m not sure I want to go find my brother just yet…”
Dean Winchester


Dean laughed loudly over the music as she agreed that they were both probably bad dancers, but her being the worst. He shook his head, “No way! Your legs are too nice to not be able to dance!”

As she led him out onto the dance floor, he couldn’t help remember back to the last time he had made her dance like this. They were both drunk off their asses, and if he remembered correctly, he was wearing a cowboy hat and no shirt, while they danced around. The night had ended up with a fight, Dean walking away nursing a bloody nose and Esme doing the nursing for him. It seemed to be a pattern. He laughed the memory off, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

He lifted her off her feet a bit as he spun her around to the music, and then sat her back down, “I think it’s too late for that. I’m here, drinking and offering to dance. The regret ship has sailed.”

He was a little surprised at how loose he felt after only two triple shots. He was laughing. Hell, he was dancing.

He leaned his forehead against hers as they swayed, trying to resist the urge to kiss her again, like they had in the park. Regardless of how they had left things, the gut feelings he had had about her hadn’t really changed all that much. She was so sweet, yet brutal when she needed to be. She made a strong case for being ‘his type’.

He angled his head down a tad, and touched noses with her, “Would you be upset if I kissed you, right now?”
Dean Winchester


He narrowed his eyes at her vague answer to his question, but let it go as he continued to stare at her. He understood that she had her own baggage, but at the same time, bad things seemed to follow he and Sam. The damned apocalypse was looming over their heads, while they dealt with one half’s kid. He scoffed at the thought, “Have you met me? You think I’m not used to baggage and broken people? I practically live off it.”

He laughed, making sure that he didn’t ruin the mood as he took a drink from his glass, and looked away from her, to focus on the wall behind the bar. He finished off his drink, and sat it on the bar, without asking for another.

“Do you want to dance?”, he asked her suddenly, the whiskey making him feel a bit spontaneous. He slipped off his stool, offering a hand to her as a slow song began to play on the jukebox, “C’mon. I’ll do my best not to step on your feet.”

He gave a bright and reassuring smile.
A few hours later

As the sun began to set, Dean had begun to wind down in disappointment that the day would have to end eventually. They had laughed more than he himself had ever laughed. They had shared a milkshake, causing the waitress at the diner to take a photo of them, to ‘show to their kids’. But he still didn’t have the nerve to tell her how he looked at her, or that he had almost thrown up when they first met, because he wanted to kiss her, but couldn’t bring himself to…

She wasn’t just another make out session in the broom closet at school, or under the bleachers. He hadn’t wanted to kiss her, because he was afraid. Yes. He, Dean Winchester, was afraid of a girl. Pathetic.

Now, they were walking along a sidewalk, in the dark. It was something that typically kids their age wouldn’t do, even in a sleepy city like Sioux Falls. But Dean wasn’t a typical kid. As a hunter, he didn’t fear things that went ‘bump’ in the night.

As he held her hand, something normal to them, he stepped into a sandbox with a large multiple story playground in the center. He turned to her, once they were both in the sandbox and smiled, “Have you had a good day? I don’t…um…I don’t know how dates are supposed to work, or how long they are supposed to be, but you seem happy.”

He scanned her eyes, making sure he was right in his assessment, watching how the moon hit them, all the sudden. As usual, he got lost in watching her, taking a deep breath, waiting for an answer.
Dean quickly shot a look at Mika when she ordered something so simple, but a warm smile washed over his face, considering that this was definitely her style. Never cause anyone worry, or inconvenience. She could sit back, and people would forget she existed. That’s the way she wanted it.

He didn’t comment on her choice of food, as the waitress smiled and turned to the kitchen to give her order to the cooks. He turned back to Mika and stared at her, as she placed her bag on the floor. He found himself doing this a lot, since the day they had met.

He watched her do the most mundane things, like eating, drinking, or writing in a notebook. He watched her eyelashes move, when she blinked, and every line on her face when she smiled. He hadn’t even noticed how he was looking at her, leaning his cheek against his hand, with his elbow on the counter.

However, the bell behind him rang again as someone walked in, and he snapped out of his thoughts, almost disappointed as he read her face.

“Of all the things to order, you order cheese fries?”, he asked her, his eyes still a bit moony, “Like…who are you and where is my best friend? Any other day, you would take full advantage.”

He gave a small laugh, biting his lip as he tried to get her to open up even more, maybe even skip the rest of the day and just hash these feelings out together.
1995

Dean held her a bit tighter than he probably intended, against his body as they walked. It was almost instinctual, with her giving him permission to care a little deeper. It was a step for them that he had never seen. He had almost deposited her into his usual ‘sister’ category in his mind, due to the fact that her dad didn’t care for him, and Bobby had made it clear he didn’t want a Winchester near her, in that way. Lucky for Dean, he was good at sneaking, and she only saw Bobby when she had the odd chance.

He smirked at his thoughts and her words in unison. Feeling almost high, he barely noticed how big of a change this could possibly be, closing the gap between friendship and a potential relationship. He was even oblivious to the fact that things could go badly, and there was a point of no return. He leaned forward with a bright and toothy smile, coming dangerously close to her lips as he simply quipped the word, “Good.”

They had approached the restaurant, and he opened the door for her, quickly greeted by his favorite middle-aged waitress. She came up to them both, smiling brightly at them, and then specifically at Dean, “You’re here early! And on a date?”

Dean nodded proudly, which caused the woman to smile even brighter. She seemed legitimately happy to see him mingling with kids his age, and even more happy to see him with a girl, and looking happy. She waved them in, gesturing toward the soda bar.

“I know your order, Dean Winchester. But what would you like, sweetheart?”, she asked Mika, as Dean released her to take a seat at the bar.
Dean Winchester


Dean nodded his head at Mika, squeezing his lips together as she put the pieces together about Anna. This was going to devastate Sam. He had seen his brother’s face, when she left the first time. The kid had figured out what he wanted, with her. To Sam, she was his ticket out, and the first person Dean had really ever seen him connect with romantically.

He furrowed his brow at the thought, glancing toward the door of the panic room. He wiped a hand over his mouth, dreading what was coming. However, Mika turning down his offer with a joke caused him to raise his eyebrows and stare at her with a smirk, “Old habits, darlin’. Old habits. After this is all over…”

He waggled his eyebrows again, before standing reluctantly and peeking around the corner at his brother and Annabeth hugging. He sighed, even more reluctant to step inside, but he did so.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to drop this off.”, he muttered, laying the blankets near the door and turning to grab Mika’s pile. He added them to the pile, stopping to give Sam an understanding and sad look, at the same time that he noticed Anna’s face fall flat, recognizing that look from his time with Sam, “Um. Anna, you okay?”

Bobby and Cason


“Oh you’ve seen that?”, Bobby asked, his face a bit excited as Natalia explained how the sigil worked. He quickly looked back at Cason, and snapped his fingers at him, “Come here…”

Cason was lost in thought, staring at the front door after watching Esme leave. He was paranoid, and worried about her, and Bobby calling him over made him jump a bit. He turned to the old man, taking a few steps toward him. Bobby simply pointed at the sigil.

“You can make this?”, Bobby asked, giving leniency to the demon. Cason nodded his head, a frown on his face, “So, hop to it. I figure we can put a couple on some doors.”

“You want me to bleed for you? I don’t even know you.”, Cason laughed, but Bobby’s face didn’t change as he leaned a hand against his desk, almost shielding Natalia from Cason.

“But you know that girl out there. You know that the dogs you’ve brought onto my property…yes I can feel them, won’t be much good against Angels. So, if you want her to make it out of here, with you alive…get cuttin’.”, Bobby demanded, pulling his long hunting knife from his belt and slamming it on the table in front of Cason.

Cason picked the knife up with a sigh, realizing he was right, and stepped away to make sigils.

Annabeth


Annabeth relished his words, so happy to just be back near him. As he pulled her in for a hug, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on for dear life. Listening to his heartbeat caused her own to slow, as she nuzzled into him. As with most things, the good couldn’t last.

Just as Dean stepped into the room, Anna’s eyes clouded over and a voice appeared in her mind, a voice she didn’t want to hear, ever again.

“I thought I was explicitly clear what I wanted from you, from the moment I gave you back those baby blues.
What made you think that you could use your merry band of idiots to break your promise to me?
Should I…snap Sammy’s shins? He’s awfully heavy. He might kill you in the fall.
No. The 24 hours is cancelled. Pack your bags and meet me.
Easy way. Or hard way, my princess.
Make a choice.


She gasped out of the call, and instantly began feeling up Sam’s chest, pulling away from him. She ran her hands all across his chest, and then down to his legs, making sure he was real. She brought her hands up to her hair, and tangled her fingers there, racking her brain for any answer for what was about to happen.

“Anna!”, Dean called, still waiting for an answer to his question.

“No. I’m not okay…They’re…”, she started as a Hellhound howled loudly in the distance, sounding the alarm that trouble had arrived.

“They’re already here… Dammit! Mika! Guys!”, Dean yelled in realization, sprinting out of the panic room and out to Mika, “They’re here!”
1995

Dean kept glancing around them as they exited the doors, knowing that the teachers would likely call Bobby, like every other week, to tell him that Dean was skipping school. It was nothing new, and Bobby rarely said much, except that the school at called him. Bobby knew him too well to think he would change. Taking Mika, however…that would be a fun conversation.

He stopped dead in his tracks, just outside the door and turned to her as she said his name. She had said his name many times in the past, but it never ceased to make his heart jump into his throat.

“Um…Well, it’s not. I um…”, he stammered at her permission to ask her out on a date. As he washed over her words with his mind, he realized she had admitted to having feelings for him, which he wasn’t even sure he knew how to take. He scanned her face, looking down at their hands. He smirked, bringing his free hand to brush a thumb against her blushing cheek and swallowed heavily.

“Yeah. I think I would like that.”, he whispered, as a teacher began yelling things out the window above them. He didn’t even make out the words, before linking their fingers tightly and yanking her into a run away from the school. As they hit the sidewalk and rounded a corner, he pulled her to him and stopped running. His hands were shaking as he processed his excitement, throwing an arm around her shoulder to walk with her.

“Feel like a rebel, yet?”
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