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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 watched as Mika actually didn’t argue with him. He was half worried she was concussed, just at that alone. He reached a hand out to gently touch her waist as she walked over and kissed him, kissing her back carefully. When she was injured in any way, even just a knock to the head, he was extremely careful with his hands, as he didn’t want to see her wince, because of him. It killed him.

He took another long drink of whiskey and watched her walk to the bed, stripping on her way down, which made him smile. She was even getting out of her clothes, like he would normally suggest. She was learning. The thought made him chuckle, almost choking on his drink as he watched her lay down and close her eyes. Scooting his chair back, he stood and walked over to the bed, before sitting down on the edge and swinging his legs up to sit against the headboard. He sat the whiskey on the bedside table.

He couldn’t help himself. He pulled her sleeping head onto his lap, and brushed her hair back from her face, getting comfy against the headboard. At some point, the mixture of whiskey and relaxation from stress had caused him to fall asleep. He awoke to a loud scraping sound on the door, his eyes shooting open instantly as he carefully scooted from under Mika’s head, and onto his feet. He reached over the table, and grabbed his pistol, checking it for ammo and then approaching the door.

As he cracked the door open, he looked ahead, but quickly lowered his eyes to see a beautiful Serval cat staring up at him, a pink collar wrapped around her neck. She transformed, just as his eyes landed on her collar, and stood in front of him, a tall and well made up woman, with a collar around her neck, mostly naked.

“Um…what-I um…what do you want?”, Dean stammered, his brain taking its time to come to the conclusion that she was another skinwalker.

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to kill you. I’m here to give you a message.”, she scoffed, pulling him out of the room and onto the sidewalk, before pressing him against the wall, her hips rolling against his. Wincing, he turned his head to the side as she leaned in and sniffed up his jaw, “Leave town, and no one else has to die. Stay…and I’m allowed to eat you up. And in case you think I’m bluffing.”

She raked a hand up under his shirts, spreading her fingers over his abs as he groaned, doing his best to keep his face away from hers. She raked her nails down his stomach, leaving shallow but bloody claw prints as she went. Dean groaned a bit louder, as she purred against his chin.

“Am I clear?”, she asked, leaving her claws dug into his skin, as she stared up at his eyes, her teeth biting down gently against his chin.

“Um…y-yeah. Yep. But you guys are eating people.”, Dean stammered out, trying to catch his breath.

“And that’s never bothered anyone until Nick went off the rails. Pretend you just…never heard about him, alright? He’s being handled. Now, get your sleep…or have your fun, and then get out of here. I don’t want to ruin such a perfect body.”, she removed her claws from his abs, leaning up to bite his bottom lip between her teeth. She pulled her head back, releasing it roughly, before transforming back into her Serval form, and prancing away.

Dean let the breath he was holding out, shaking his entire body as he clutched his gun tightly and stepped away from the wall. He could feel the light coppery taste in his mouth from his lip, and frowned. He had never been scared away from a hunt before, but for some reason, he didn’t feel like this was just a small group of skin walkers. This was a whole town…

Stepping back into the room, he tried his hardest to shut the door as quietly as possible, to not wake Mika up, just yet. She was not going to be happy about the new plans.
Dean took a large bite of his food, and smiled as Mika confirmed that both of them being on their feet and alive was enough of a good outcome. That’s all he wanted from these hunts with her, to go home with her. He didn’t want them to end up like seemingly every hunt they had been on together, before. But then again, he was a lot more clingy than before.

He watched her stand and walk over to her bag, frowning as she pulled out the pain killers. If she was taking pills, she was in enough pain that he didn’t really want to put her through anything else, “Why don’t you tuck in for a while? I can stay up, and watch for Travers, in case he manages to track us back here…”

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and pulled the bottle of whiskey from his duffel he had laid beside his chair. He sat the bottle on the top of the table with a bit of a ‘thud’ and unscrewed the top, “I’ll have my drink. You can get some rest, and we’ll assess our situation…before I call Travers and see what he’s planning.”

He took a long drink from the bottle of whiskey, and made a face, before winking at Mika. It was a subtle way to tell her that she needs to loosen up, and relax. Get out of her work clothes and lie down - was more like it.
Dean stopped eating for a moment when she brushed off the inevitable black eye and the headache she was already dealing with. The thought of her being injured in any way while he could sit in front of her completely fine made him want to nuke the planet. Sure, he was possessive. But he was also protective, and his protective mode was on high alert now, as he took a bite.

“Well. I’m here. And they’re not going to touch you again. They gotta go through me, this time…cowards.”, he grumbled as he took another bite and stared across at her. He was honestly not satisfied with only shooting her captor once, as he had taken her to get Dean there, in hopes of killing two hunters. Luckily for them, Dean was pretty good on his toes when he was upset.

He scoffed, though at her words, knowing that she was in pain, but she felt safe with him. It was all he wanted. It was honestly the only thing he cared about, and it had always been that way. There were times when he was with his dad that he worried about whether Bobby could protect her like he could. Sure, Bobby was a competent hunter, but he wasn’t ruthless, like Dean could be.

Dean smirked, “Well, I guess I am the white knight this time, for once. And you didn’t get eaten by a giant dog. So, do we win this one? Regardless of outcome?”
Dean flinched when Mika mentioned that Nick had licked her. He scrunched his nose up and glanced at her, “Now he has to die. Licking you? He beat you up AND licked you? Disgusting little…”

He shook his head as they walked back to the motel. His stomach rumbled as he saw the food in her hands. He was dying to get some food and some alcohol in his system, and just relax for a bit with her, before they had to make a solid decision. As she placed the food on the table, he instantly reached out and pulled his two boxes toward him, popping them open.

“How are you feeling, other than hungry? Anything I need to look at, or ice? I tried to get to you sooner, like…as soon as I heard your voice on the phone, I tried to jump. But I had to steal a car.”, he said as he waved his takeout fork around in the air, before digging into his pie first, “And holding someone hostage while trying to steal a car is delicate business.”

He smirked, his eyes scanning over her face. He didn’t want her to know how gutted he was that he wasn’t able to stop her from being touched in any way, especially since he had come out unscathed, holding his own pretty easily with just a gun.

“Sorry about that…”
Dean Winchester, Annabeth, and Bobby Singer


Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and wipe a frustrated hand down his face as Castiel rambled detailed responses to the references the group made. Working with angels was going to be a blast, especially this one. Castiel was the driest person Dean had ever met, and didn’t understand a lick of humor, something that Dean normally would actively avoid.

“You’ll find out, the longer you stay with us…family is a bit different, around here. We take in people who need help. We keep them around. We take care of them. That’s family.”, Dean explained, genuinely trying to explain to Castiel that he didn’t mean ‘blood family’. He had to admit that the little trench coat wrapped child with wings was amusing.

However, Dean raised his eyebrows at Cas’ words about Annabeth. Dean had already heard a bit of the information from Cason, back when he first met Anna, but considering he had known of Anna for years, and she and Sam had come back together like opposite sides of a magnet, snapping back into place as if they had never left each other, Dean couldn’t help but wonder if part of it was manipulation. The thought caused his stomach to twist into a knot as Cas continued, speaking of the demon blood, which Dean had NOT been told about.

Anna barely looked at Castiel, before sinking back behind Sam, not able to meet Dean’s eyes. He had just started coming around to the idea of her staying around, and now this…The odds of Dean not throwing an absolute fit to get her out were low.

“Demon blood? Sam, did you know about this?”, Dean snapped, his eyes suddenly burning into his brother’s face as he stared at him, and then glanced down to Anna. He didn’t have much time to discuss it with Sam, before Castiel continued, and Dean simply gave Sam a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ glare.

Dean’s attention dropped from his brother’s face to Castiel’s hand as he pulled a note and handed it to him. Staring at the information on the note, Dean raised his eyebrows, “So, we just go here…find whatever freaky thing is going on and stop it, and no seal pops? That sounds easy enough. Right guys?”

He looked around to everyone in the room, knowing that they would be just as overwhelmed as himself, but he needed backup. He needed to know he wasn’t alone, and reassurance that they were at least coming with him.

Bobby stood finally, having been quiet while Dean dealt with the angel. Dean was the only one that Castiel was technically supposed to protect, from what Bobby gathered from his body language and even his use of his powers around Dean. The last thing he wanted to do was get in between an angel and a demon that he wasn’t quite sure they should even be working with.

He walked over to the table, and snatched the sticky note from Dean’s hands, his eyes trailing up to Castiel, “What’s the seal? A little more information might help us get to it faster…”

Bobby stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a beer for Dean, one for Castiel if he wanted it, and one for himself, before signaling to Nat, “Sweetheart, there’s more in the garage if any of you want one. This is gonna be a hell of a day.”

Dean eagerly took the beer from Bobby’s hand, and took Castiel’s too, opening it and handing it to the angel. For Dean, offering Castiel a beer was a sign that he didn’t mind his company, as long as he was chill., “Drink up…”
Dean nodded. They were on the same page about Travers, from what they had both found out. He was mostly just desperate to be left alone. If Nick was taken care of, Travers would likely leave them alone if they wanted to leave. Just this once, Dean was fine with letting him live, under the condition that he and his pack stopped the hunting that Nick had let get out of control.

He watched the motel come into view, but turned his head to raise an eyebrow harshly when Mika mentioned having a tranq gun in the car. Where the hell had she picked that up? And what did she think she was going to use it on, in a hunt that they originally thought might be a werewolf? Did they even work on werewolves? He would have to try that out sometime, just to check.

He shook the self destructive thoughts from his head long enough to nod his head at her again, “I need a drink, and I happened to pack a good bottle. So, yes. Let’s get inside, and regroup. We need to prepare a plan for if Travers followed us back to the motel. Being an animal…man-thing, if he wanted to find us, he would. Doesn’t do me much good to talk him down, if he kills us in our sleep.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way, and reached out to playfully pinch her chin quickly, before opening the passenger door of the car, “And I’ll judge a lot of whether I kill all of these bastards by how bad those bruises look in a few hours.”
Dean Winchester and Annabeth


As soon as the angel turned to him, Cason disappeared with a ‘pop’, leaving Esme standing alone in the kitchen. He wasn’t going to risk his ass with an angel, not this early in the war. Annabeth was on her own, and had a Winchester shield. The angels had orders, from what he gathered, not to hurt either of them, yet.

He landed on the gravel in the junkyard, and walked around to the garage, leaning against Dean’s Impala, while lighting a cigarette as he rode out the angel storm.

Dean quickly reached out for Castiel’s harm, pulling down roughly, as he stepped close to Cas’ back, “Don’t…purge anyone. Assume that if they’re in this house…they’re family, alright?! You too. They won’t hurt you, and you don’t hurt them. Look at me. What do you need me to do, right this second, that doesn’t involve SMITING ANYONE?!”

Dean’s voice raised and he leaned in close to Castiel’s face, keeping his hand wrapped around the angel’s wrist. Realizing he was still holding on to him, he shoved his arm away and sighed, clenching his jaw at his own disrespect, “Please. No smiting.”

Annabeth allowed Sam to push her further behind him, her hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his back, her hands heating up a bit against him in her fear. She squeezed her glowing eyes tightly shut as she waited for Castiel to take them again, but when he didn’t right away, she furrowed her brow, glancing under Sam’s raised arm slightly to see Natalia shielding her, and Cason was gone.

“I’m just like Sam…”, she muttered quietly from behind Sam’s back, “I don’t want to hurt anyone. In fact, if the angels are good, I want to help, too!”

Dean closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face, before pointing a hand toward Anna and opening his eyes at Cas, “See? Just like Sam. You haven’t blasted Sam into the next life, so why her?”

“Did he bite you or anything?”, Dean said almost absentmindedly as he looked her over, before she chimed in that she was fine, and mentioned what she was able to get over on her captor. Dean couldn’t help but smirk, “That’s my girl…”

His smirk faded a bit as he thought about a game plan for what they should do next. He wanted to run, for the first time in his life, knowing that if a werewolf was able to almost kill him, a bear could definitely do some damage, even if he was just a man that turned into one. Somehow that made it worse.

He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. But I do feel like we have to make sure the cop dude is dead. He has to die, if he’s not already dead. We can swing back to the motel, regroup and decide whether to swing back round.”

Dean wiped a hand down his face, before he turned back to her again at her question about Travers, “I think I can talk to the guy. He’s a bold face liar, but I don’t think he’s a ruthless killer. If we can find him, and get close to him, I’ll try to talk him down before he can turn into a giant Care Bear, and worst case…I’ll shoot him in the head.”

Dean shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and leaned back in his seat, reaching his hand over to rest on her thigh as he watched the weird quiet people pass by the window.

Dean Winchester and Cason


Dean gasped lightly as the flutter of Castiel’s wings blew around the room, and he felt a presence dangerously close to his face. He clenched his jaw, and turned his face toward Castiel, almost brushing noses with him, “Cas. We really need to work on personal space, with you.”

The second Castiel popped into the room, Cason stepped instinctively closer to Esme, quickly grabbing her hand. None of the information about Lucifer was exactly news to him, as he had learned most of the information he had about angels from the defective angels that were trying to break the seals, in tandem with Demons.

Dean stepped back and listened to Castiel’s matter of fact speech, and raised his eyebrows, nodding incredulously. He waved his hands in front of him, urging Cas to go on. As he explained the seals, Dean turned his eyes from Castiel to the rest of the room, his mouth hanging open to say something, but then pressing closed.

Bobby simply stood nearby and narrowed his eyes as Castiel paused, and then kept speaking without allowing Dean to say anything. As he finished with a question, Dean turned his gaze back to Castiel’s face, and he brought both hands out in front of him, palms up, “Well thanks for the information! How do we save them? Do the angels have some sort of weird biblical map to these things?”

Across the room, Annabeth tightened her grip on Sam, practically hiding behind his large frame as she watched Dean interact with another angel. She just hoped this time, the angel wouldn’t notice her, or her similarity to Sam.

Dean pulled Mika out the door, and refused to let go of her hand as he ran, until she pulled away to grab her keys. He turned, as they ran, listening to Travers growling and snarling behind them. He paused, and then turned as Mika screamed at him to get in the car.

Flinching at her voice, he ran to the passenger seat of her car and threw himself inside, quickly slamming the door behind his legs. He placed his hand on the dash as they sped away, Travers narrowly missing them as Dean sighed, and leaned his head forward against his chest.

“That was a new one…”, he said with a nervous smirk and a loud sigh, “I haven’t had a chance to look at you yet. You okay? That son of a bitch better be glad I only had time to get one shot off…”

Dean’s eyes scanned over Mika’s body, settling on her face as he reached out and brushed his fingers across the bruising red mark across her cheek. He gently stroked his finger across the skin, trying to convince himself that she was fine. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her made his blood boil, but she knew that. Likely, she used it against her captors, easily.

“We need to head back to the motel and regroup, or grab our stuff and get out of town. I don’t know how much Travers knows, at this point.”, he said more relaxed now.
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