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22 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.
26 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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27 days ago
So, it looks like I am training for the Austin Marathon, starting tomorrow. RIP my calves lol
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28 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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1 mo 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 had started to shiver against the kiss, due to the cold rain mixed with night are, his shaky hands pulling at her hair until she pulled away briefly. He couldn’t help the lazy smile that appeared on his face, mirroring her own as he closed his eyes amid the feeling of her fingers against his forehead. He felt the familiar pang in his stomach, which he hadn’t bothered to feed into since he was a teenager, the last time they were in this position.

He leaned up on his knees as she kissed him again, pulling her with him as he released her hair with one hand to fumble at the door handle of bus they were hiding behind, to pull himself off the ground. He pulled at the handle, and in his drunken state gave a loud ‘yes!’ At the handle giving way and opening the door. Pulling her around the door, he carefully lifted her, stumbling on top of her as he tried to sit her gently on the back seat.

“Ow!”, he laughed, pushing her back gently and climbing in on top of her. He ducked and kissed her again, reaching back to peel his wet shirt off his back and over his head. He struggled with another giggle, and sat up, finally managing to pull it off his head, tossing it into the dusty front seat.

He dipped back down, kissing her a little more aggressively, hitching her knee up to his ribs. The rain roared against the metal roof, drowning out any thoughts of how dirty their environment was as his hand wandered toward her waistband.
Dean smiled at the idea of them sleeping in her car, which they hadn’t had to do in forever. HIs gaze fell into a mesmerized smirk, just taking in the way she looked at him. She always seemed to see him as so much more than he ever could believe he was worth.

He barely felt the rain coming down around them lightly, as he stared at her, the hair across his forehead slowly becoming dampened and falling from it’s normally upright place. Dean slowly lifted his own face to the cold rain, smiling and squeezing his eyes shut, before bringing his face back to hers.

As she continued to give him the look that made his heart flutter, he had an urge to kiss her. The alcohol caused the feeling to scream through his mind, but surprisingly, she beat him to it. Gripping her hair that his hand was still wrapped up in, he pulled her closer and kissed her back deeply, his other hand coming up to hold her face to his.

It was cheesy. It was romantic. It was the exact sort of thing she loved, and it just added to the teenaged feeling of the entire moment. The rain just egged him on, as a small rumble of thunder rolled around them, and the falling rain picked up, falling loudly against the gravel.

His heart fluttered up into his throat as he felt his shirt soaking through, just feeding on the moment of no worry, for once. He was too drunk, and content to care much about the rest of the world.
Dean continued laughing loudly, until Mika pulled him from the ground. He helped her, staggering when he stood, but holding onto her tightly. He smiled even brighter when she grabbed his hand and yelled for him to hide. The bus that they ran behind was tall enough to completely hide their bodies as Bobby opened the door and looked around the lot, his shotgun in his hand.

He held her close to his chest and peered over the hood, sighing heavily when Bobby went back inside, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and sitting behind his desk to wait for them.

“He’s gonna kill us…”, he laughed, tangling his hand in her hair as he watched Bobby. He then stumbled back down to the ground, falling onto his ass roughly with a laugh, meeting her eyes, “We might have to hide out here all night.”

The moon showed how bright his eyes were, and how excited but highly intoxicated he was, despite the blood covering his face and fixed broken nose. He felt like a teenager again, and couldn’t help but seeing Mika that way as well. They were sneaking around, finding ways to stay together despite everything that tried to tear them apart.

“I’ll keep you safe…”, he muttered, keeping hold of her as a few raindrops began falling on their faces.
Dean also took in the fresh air hitting his sticky face as they stepped out the door. Unlike Mika, he was drunk and waved at almost everyone they met on the sidewalk. Most people withdrew away from them as they passed, not wanting to be anywhere near Dean, in fear they would end up with the river of blood he was covered in on their body, or that they would be killed.

He frowned, “Everyone’s so rude, tonight…”

He was almost thankful when they hit the quiet, dark road that led to the junkyard, and everything fell silent around them, other than the crunching of their boots against the gravel. He glanced over at Mika, smiling at how the moon was hitting her skin right now. Oddly enough, she was even more attractive, covered in blood, than without.

He laughed at his thoughts, tripping at one point as some of the later shots began to hit his head. He giggled at the trip, and turned to walk backward, “You’re so beautiful. You look…-hiccup- like a painting. I just wanna get you all wrapped up and…”

He tripped and fell backward just as they got to the gate, his back slamming into the sheet metal with a loud bang. Holding his finger up to his lips, he turned and shushed the metal, reaching out and holding onto Mika’s arms as she approached. He adjusted himself and backed through the fence, wrapping her in his arms tightly, while he hummed in her face. The tune was a Bryan Adams song, from their teen years. He paused the humming and leaned in close to her face, “You’re the only…-hiccup- person I wanna be this way with. You know that? You’re perfect…and smart…and…”

He fell backward again, tripping over a bumper, and fell to the gravel with a loud thud and a groan, before laughing. A light flickered on inside the living room window, as he laughed loudly, reaching for Mika.
Dean waited for her response, as Jess wiped her eyes and turned from them both, going to put some bottles back on the shelf from the fight earlier. When Mika stood from her barstool, he flinched, but soon found himself wrapped in her arms, which caused his body to relax, his arms wrapping around her tightly. He buried his face in her neck, taking a deep and shuddered breath.

He couldn’t imagine how she would have reacted, or the lengths she would have gone to, if John had just broken the news to Bobby, and forced the poor man to tell her that Dean had died, especially with how John tended to explain things. Bobby would have been a mess, too. That was a lot of trouble for one person to cause, and in his mind, he was just thankful for being alive…if not to keep her sane.

As she pulled away from him and kissed him, he closed his eyes tightly, kissing her back, his hand coming up to brush her cheek gently. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he stared between her eyes and gave a small nod, “I know…You’re pretty much the only one.”

With a sad smile, he looked her up and down, before gesturing toward himself, “I think we would probably cause a bit of panic with the townfolk, right now.”

He chuckled, feeling relief just from the act of finding something amusing. He leaned his forehead against hers, and took a deep breath, before letting it out sharply, clearing his chest, “I think it might be better for us to get back to the house. We can spend some time in the lot, if we want to get some fresh air before we clean up…or after. I’m sure I could find a water hose…”

He could tell that his mind wanted to lighten the mood, by his quips coming back, most likely as a result of the alcohol he had chugged, a little faster than he meant to. It was an eventful night, and his relief in not ruining that night was washing over him.

“I know I’m not touchy feely, and I don’t know that that will change, but when I was dying, the only thing I could think about was surviving…because I needed you to be there. I didn’t want the last thing I ever stared at to be some dingy ceiling…”, he muttered, pecking her lips. He then let her go, and stood from his own barstool.

“Jess. I think we’re going to head home. I’ll leave Bobby a note about what happened, if you wanna lock up until tomorrow night.”, he called over to Jess, who simply nodded, looking around at the mess.

He grabbed Mika’s hand and started walking with her toward the main door of the bar, trying not to scare the hell out of anyone in the movie theatre.
Dean diverted his eyes briefly, running over in his mind whether he could talk about what had happened, or not. He didn’t want his dad to look worse than he did. It was a rough spot, and John’s way of dealing with genuine fear was to just…not deal with it. John was most likely the person who taught Dean to run away from things that he didn’t want to deal with. As the images flooded his mind, he shook his head and furrowed his brow, not wanting to ruin the date night, but needing it off his drunken chest.

“Um…It’s hard to talk about, considering it was the closest I’ve ever come to actually dying. Like…I could feel it. I could see it in my dad’s eyes.”, he explained first, scanning her eyes. He then turned his hands down toward his lap, where their hands sat.

“We were on this hunt. There were supposed to be six of us, and it ended up just me and Dad. Dad was insistent on going anyway, because there were kids involved, you know?”, he stopped briefly and took a deep breath, “When we got to the house, there were bodies everywhere. Some of them were just rotted and gross and others were obviously hunters that had come to these kids rescue…”

“We found the kids, right as the werewolves attacked us. For a second, it looked like we were winning. I took out about four of them, but there were more…like a big pack. Dad left with the kids. I stayed back to try and fight them off.”

He clenched his jaw, taking a drink as the images of the dead children came into his mind. John had been forced to kill them, because they had been turned. Their faces stayed in the back of his mind every day.

“I got ambushed. And this lady. She-she started ripping me up, trying to get to my heart while I was alive. She said she wanted to eat it while it was still beating. It all happened so fast that I didn’t even realize Dad was killing the kids in the lot, which made her leave me alone…but I was bleeding bad. I don’t know much else about what happened after that, with them. I just remember waking up…”

He could feel the pain creeping up into his throat as he broke his sentence. One of the biggest reasons he came back to Mika so fast after he healed enough to do so, was because he needed to process how John had treated the situation. It was something he still hadn’t come to terms with, and he fought with the idea that his dad might actually have let him die, if he hadn’t gotten lucky. He knew John loved him, but John loved the job, and getting things done almost more than his own family. He blinked, to keep tears from having space in his eyes, and took a deep and shuddered breath.

“Um…I woke up alone. Some lady had stitched up a few spots that needed it. Others, she couldn’t stitch because they were bleeding so bad. She disappeared too, after a while and I wanted to call you…and just…”, he broke off again, now feeling guilty for even bringing it up as his voice cracked, “I just wanted to tell you I was sorry, and just…say ‘I love you’, to make sure you could hear it. I wanted you to hear my voice, and hear it from me that I was dead.”

He sniffled roughly, fidgeting with her fingers as Jess placed a hand over her mouth behind Mika’s head.

“And I couldn’t find my phone. Come to find out, Dad was making arrangements. He didn’t expect me to survive, and abandoned all hope…left me there. He apologized later…but I couldn’t save those kids. And I almost died, because Dad’s reckless. I’m reckless. I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again…”

He shrugged, letting her know that he was done with the explanation, for now. There were a few more details, but not details he could muster the energy, or that he wanted to speak out loud, for fear of ruining the night more.
Dean Winchester


Dean was still incredibly surprised at his mood, almost trying to frown just to test if he could be mad or sad around her. Esme had always had that effect on him, though. The brief time they had made for each other, over the years, was time that he looked back on fondly, if not just for how genuinely happy he was, around her.

He knew that his mood wouldn’t go ignored by her, at this point. They were drawn to each other’s emotions like moths to a flame. A smile crept onto his lips, as he ran over his internal thoughts, and he turned his head to her when she scanned the room to check for anything they had forgotten. When she agreed with him that they had everything, and became playful once again, his eyes brightened once again.

“I mean…that sounded like a request.”, he quipped, turning and letting her hand go to bend and wrap his arms around her mid-section. He hoisted her onto his shoulder, like a brute, and slapped her ass. Grabbing his knife from the table with his free hand, and shoving it into the back of his pants, he opened the door and stepped out with her, walking around to the drivers side of the car. He dropped her onto her feet, “I couldn’t forget you!”

As he laughed, an elderly couple passed them, smiling at their closeness, which caused Dean to smile back at them and wave with a laugh, “They think I’m cute…”

His eyebrows raised once again at his attitude, and he shook his head, confused, before his eyes met hers again, still confused.

Madison and Castiel


Madison thought she heard someone enter the house, but she brushed it aside, as she concentrated on her breathing exercises. She breathed in deep through her nose, holding her hand out at bowl of water. Castiel watched intently as she concentrated, hope in his eyes that she could control herself enough to move the water, but not blast it into oblivion.

“C’mon…”, she whispered, as her hand began to light up, pulling the water into a point slowly. She sighed and lowered her hand, breathing heavily as the water dropped back into the bowl.

“Perfect.”, Castiel muttered happily, brushing a hand over her face to help her turn her eyes back to normal as she calmed down, “That was perfect. And that’s what you do when you’re losing control. You breath. You take your time. Angelic grace is finicky…especially for someone like you.”

When Sam stepped into the room, Madison pulled away form her exercises completely, and Castiel looked up at him with a small smile. She jumped into his arms excitedly, squeezing his waist, “They’re going amazing! I can move things, and I can control what my powers do…So maybe I can not hurt anyone!”

Castiel nodded in agreement, “I have to say she’s doing well. I don’t know that she’s ready to be around a hoard of people…but it’s a start. How are Dean and um…Es-Esme?”
The alcohol was starting to hit Dean a bit harder than he had expected, causing him to glance at the bottle Jess was holding. She held it up and swirled it around, giving him a visual explanation for why she was cutting him off. In his stress and pain response, he had almost polished off the majority of the bottle himself. Sighing, he turned his head back to Mika as she squeezed his hand, raising his eyebrows and kissing her back.

He couldn’t help the little dumb love look that captured his eyes, at her words. He was relieved to hear her say that not only would she come with him, but that she planned to follow him anywhere he went, “I would like that. Forever sounds really nice, and I think I had too much to drink. I actually realized how much I needed you around this last time I was alone with Dad…like you have no idea…”

He scanned her face as she spoke, having trouble finding the words to respond to how loving her words were. It almost caused him to internally cringe, to hear someone talk this way about him. No matter how long he hung around her, it would never stop being a new feeling, for him. It would never stop causing his heart to jump into his throat and that childlike stomach ache to form. In his alcohol induced delirium, he ate it up, and word vomited a slurred, “I love you so much…”

But then the idea of telling Bobby came up, which he knew would be a conversation he would have to have with his surrogate father, himself. While Bobby loved the way Mika perked up around him, he also knew that Bobby didn’t completely trust him to keep her safe, because Dean tended to make stupid decisions when he was stressed, and if they fought, he was a runner. After the last time he abandoned her at the hotel, Bobby had been a little more than hesitant about them going out alone. He gave a shudder, and nodded, “Yeah, Bobby’s going to be his own challenge. I’ll talk to him…I think he’ll understand after I tell him about the werewolf hunt…”

He broke off and took a drink from his glass, his eyes coming to meet hers again, shining a bright green under all the blood that covered his face, “I haven’t found the right time to bring up what happened, or why I was so quiet for that week…I’ve been scared he would go after my dad.”
Dean had watched her face so intently as his lips rested against her knuckles that he almost didn’t hear her confirm that she would come with him. His eyes lit up a bit at the idea that he wouldn’t be alone on the road anymore, barely able to concentrate and having no support other than John barking orders. He smiled, and sat their hands down on his lap, as she continued to explain her terms to him.

He nodded, “Deal…I know you and Dad don’t see eye to eye, and that’s fine. You’re that much like Sammy.”

He let a little chuckle leave his throat, before diverting his eyes as Sam’s name echoed in his head, and the worry crept through the alcohol. He took a long drink from his glass and tapped it on the counter as she asked other question he was dreading, pushing the thoughts of Sam aside as Jess poured him another drink. She tapped the bottle on the counter, their little under the table signal that he needed to slow down.

“I um…yeah. He still thinks you’re Kenzi. That might complicate things at first, but I’m sure that we can sit down together and talk.”, he explained nervously, squeezing her hand, “He hated Kenzi, but he wasn’t fond of Mika either, you know. He thought you were a distraction. You were too close to me settling down and abandoning the life.”

He sighed, pressing his lips together tightly, “But I’ll deal with that. I don’t want to go through…that…alone again.”

He was just drunk enough for his mind to lose a bit of control over secrets and things that he would normally keep inside, to not lay his problems on other people. It was part of his rage issue. He kept things bottled up, until the only way to get the frustration out was fighting, having sex, or getting so drunk that he didn’t care about it anymore.
Dean smiled, watching Mika swirl the alcohol in her glass. As he watched the amber liquid move, he listened intently to her words, taking a deep breath and downing the last of his latest shot, “I agree. Bar fights are kinda my gig, and this one actually ended up with the other person looking a lot worse off than me…which is rare.”

Jess simply huffed an ‘mhm’ as she poured him another glass of whiskey, having seen Dean, in the height of his mourning starting fights, just because he wanted someone to hurt him. Every bartender in the place had carried him out at one point, whilst he hovered around Sioux Falls, hoping to find answers about the girl who he had lost.

Dean rolled his eyes at her, and brought the glass back in front of him, “I’m tempted to start hunting with you again, full time. I don’t know how Bobby would feel about that, or even how long I’ll be here, but you’re welcome to come with me when I go back to dad.”

He broke his sentence and twisted his arm to grab her hand, “I’ll handle dad, before you start worrying about him. I’m just saying you can come with, if you want to…”

Jess looked up from her wiping and stopped moving for a second, hoping that Dean wasn’t bringing some random girl into the hunters life. The girl looked like a hunter, but with Dean, she knew he could be reckless.

“What do you say?”, he asked, pulling her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles, his eyes almost twinkling.
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