JustAnna

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason narrowed his eyes playfully as Nat all but demanded that he win her the puppy. It wouldn’t be hard to get the stupid thing, but he was more than determined to make it look like an effort, even if a tiny effort. He turned back around, squaring his shoulders, before reaching back into the bucket. Pulling a ball, he threw it and actually knocked all of the bottles over. Laughing, he pulled another ball, watching the aggravated carnie restack them.

As soon as they were stacked, he barely let the carnie finish, before he threw another ball and knocked them over again. The carnie threw his hands up, with a frustrated sigh, and then walked over to him, snatching the bucket of balls off the table, “You win! Ding ding ding…winner…”, he droned, pointing to the upper area of prizes, “Let the lady pick her prize.”

Cason laughed at the guy’s attitude, turning to Nat excitedly, “I won the puppy!”, he beamed at her, turning only far enough to point over his shoulder at the aggravated carnie, “you better tell him which one you want before he kicks us out…for whatever reason.”

He leaned in and whispered, “He probably thinks you’re hot. Fit guy in a leather jacket? He hates me.”

Dean

Dean smiled when Mika explained that Bobby was the one who basically kept her grounded while he was gone. Of course he did. It was Bobby. Bobby barely let either of them out of his sight when they were younger and there was no way he would leave Mika to her own defenses while she mourned, “Well, remind me to buy Bobby a beer next time we’re in South Dakota. I’m sure he won’t mind, considering it will be a switch up from the scotch and whiskey.”

He chuckled at his own statement, pulling his eyes away from her for a moment to look around the room. The rest of the people in the bar either seemed to be lovey dovey, dancing and being almost adorable…or they were essentially having sex in dark corners, and not exactly hiding it from anyone. He tilted his head, and turned his eyes back down to her, “Is it sad that I almost want to go back to the motel and watch a movie or something boring? I mean, as much as I would like to take you into one of those corners, I would much rather just have you in your pajamas.”

Dean laughed, tightening his grip on her waist a bit, “I think I’m a lot simpler these days, especially knowing we won’t have a lot of peace…”

Anna

Anna took another deep breath as Sam made it clear that he was after Lilith, and whether she was with him or not, he was going to try and kill Lilith. On one hand it made her feel a bit better. She didn’t have to stay away, because it would make no difference if she did or not. They would eventually cross paths, and it might just be because of Lilith possessing her. On the other hand, it made her more afraid, because if he was going after Lilith, then he was putting himself at risk no matter what she said or did.

The idea of getting the tattoo done did help her anxiety, however. At the least, she wouldn’t be able to be possessed, and she wouldn’t have to watch Lilith kill Sam, if she ever got her hands on him. She would be able to possibly kill her first. It helped even more when he all but admitted he was willing to learn more about their powers, and let her help…with them.

“Then I’ll come back.”, she said simply, scanning his eyes for a moment. She didn’t know how he would react to the news, considering it was the first solid answer she had given him all evening. She reached both her hands up, and brushed them back through his hair, just wanting to feel that he was real, and tangible. After a moment of just moving her fingers through his hair, she sighed, “Can you sleep with me? I know it’s been a rough night. So, I understand if you have trouble sleeping, but honestly, I’m emotionally wiped and before I even think about showing my face to the rest of the group, I need to sleep.”

She gave a small smirk, and bit her lip, running her finger over the top of his ear, “And I don’t want to sleep alone.”

Duke

Duke opened his mouth to speak as Esme corrected him, and she looked a little more serious than he expected. She wasn’t joking with him, or at least it didn’t seem taht way. But then he saw the smirk on her face with the second part of her scolding, and he mirrored the look on her face, shrugging his shoulders, “Touche, my love…”, he chirped at her. Straightening his hat, he grabbed a flannel off the back of a chair near him, and shoved his arms through it, right as she got to the door.

“Hopefully the roadblock is pretty easy to move when we get there. I don’t know if I have the energy to move cars and trains and…”, as he finished, Esme stepped out the door and he shook his head, pulling his keys from his pocket. He flipped them over his hand, and stepped out not too far behind her, wondering who she was on the phone with.

At the roadblock

Duke pulled his truck up to the roadblock and stepped out of the truck, letting Esme run ahead to see her car. He didn’t even want to get involved with whatever thoughts might be running through her head. He stepped around to the front of his truck, and leaned against the bumper, just watching her, while glancing around a bit, in case they were being watched by any demons. At the sound of her growl, Duke’s attention was brought back down to the car, and he grimmaced. Obviously there was some sort of damage to her car, or something was missing, judging by the sound of her voice, “You alright?”

He pushed off the bumper of his truck and carefully walked up behind her car, glancing around the side as he approached with an audible hiss, seeing the damage, “I mean…it looks like Bobby could probably fix that in no time, if you wanna get it back to South Dakota in the next day or two. Ain’t no big deal, sweetheart.”

Duke did his best to reassure her, but he knew how she and Dean always were with their cars. He wasn’t quite the same with his truck, because he honestly expected it to get beat up. It’s why he never bought anything too pretty. But when she glanced up and thanked him for driving her, he waved his hand at her, shaking his head, “Don’t thank me for this. It had to be done, and I doubt your um…your demon friend is gonna be much help, here. Might as well be me.”, he explained with a shrug, looking around the rest of the car as he walked around, checking for any catastrophic damage.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smiled a bit as Nat exclaimed how much fun the rollercoaster was. As much as he hated places like this, and hated how dangerous a lot of this stuff was for a simple human, he was happy that she seemed happy, for once. Her smile seemed genuine. He glanced around as she grabbed his hand and practically drug him across the gravel ground, through hoards of random people, to a section with games. The sight also brought a wide smile to his face.

“Hey, I’m not going to say the D-word, but I have been around for a long time. Like…a really long time. I have perfected just about all of these out of a mixture of boredom and benefit from various dates.”, he chuckled in his own defense about the games, “And they’re only rigged if you suck. I would say you could ask my date from the WW2 celebration carnival, but she’s probably dead.”

He shrugged nonchalantly and stepped up to the counter, pulling her with him this time. Tossing a few bills on the counter, a young teenager brought two buckets of softballs over to them. Cason shoved her bucket over to her, and leaned in close to her ear, pointing at the bottles they had to knock down, “The key…is to aim for the corners. Bottom corner will probably pick off at least one side, but if you hit the middle corners just right, you’ll take out the whole stack. Watch.”

He pulled back from her, and stepped back a bit from the counter, throwing the first of his bucket at the bottles. Hitting the middle of the stack, the carnie seemed a bit surprised when all but one fell down on the first strike. With the one wobbling, he pulled another ball and knocked it over pretty easily with a proud smile on his face, “And if I can do that with at least two more stacks, I can take home that cute and very…large puppy up there.”, he laughed, as the carnie stacked the bottles back up. He finally turned his gaze down to Nat’s face, the proud look staying, as he finally was able to impress her with something not dire.

Dean

Dean listened to her all but agree that she had been in the same mindset he was in, and had been selfish, to which he started to shrug off with a simple ‘meh’, but he barely even got the noise out, when she pecked his lips. A goofy smile spread across his lips, and sighed, “I love you too. I don’t say it enough, but you know it, I think.”

He smiled a bit wider, the corners of his mouth only shifting down a tiny bit as a chair moving across the floor near them made a sound eerily familiar to a few of the more visceral noises he had heard in Hell. Flashes crossed his mind, and he quickly shook them off, grounding himself with Mika’s face, and the way he could brush his thumb across her fingers. There was still work to do on his mind, if he was going to be able to be there for her the way he was before he died.

The song began to come to a close, and he gazed into her eyes for a moment, before he decided to speak, right as a slower song began to play, “And thank you for still…existing after…you know. I don’t want to talk about it, but I haven’t been able to get you still enough to tell you how relieved I was when I saw your face that day at Bobby’s. I might have been a little more surprised than I should have been.”, he explained with a chuckle, swaying side to side with her, like the others on the dance floor.

Anna

Anna scanned Sam’s eyes as he spoke, trying to decide if she believed him, and the words he was saying. Sometimes, Sam was good at telling people what they wanted to hear. She guessed he had learned that from Dean, as an easier way to break people’s heart without having to deal with the fallout. She wondered at times what Dean had told the people around him before he died, however he died, and if he had fed them some bullshit line about the ‘greater good’ to make them feel a little better about him leaving.

But the look in Sam’s eyes wasn’t just a ‘come home with me’ look. It wasn’t Sam telling her what he wanted her to hear. It was Sam believing in himself, more than anything. He believed in what he was capable of, and for some reason, what she was capable of, even if her powers depended on her drinking demon blood. The demon blood. What about that? He said they would handle it but with about half of the creatures wanting to kill them being demons, she needed it to feel strong.

“I’m only strong when I have demon blood in my system, but I can do a few things without it…mostly mind control.”, she explained honestly, as he pushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her forehead. She allowed her eyes to flutter closed, and took a deep breath through her nose, “And I do believe you when you say you won’t let her hurt us. I just know demons, by now. They can show up anywhere, and it’s not like I have one of those fancy tattoos the rest of you have. If I’m Lilith’s vessel or whatever, I’m vulnerable…and I could hurt you…and I would see it happen, right? I would just watch her hurt you?”

She opened her eyes suddenly with a look of pain behind them, as she gazed up into his, “If I come back, I want to find a way to ward her off completely, and I want to learn more about our powers.”

Duke

Duke chuckled as Esme finally got out of bed, teasing him back over his comments. He shrugged his shoulders, fumbling with the button on his jeans, “Only the ones that turn me into some sort of sex machine or somethin’. We’ve been in bed for hours. I have had more exercise than I have had in years…in hours. I would say that makes you a sex witch.”, he finished with a bright grin, picking his hat up off the dresser and tossing it onto his head.

The second he turned, adjusting his hat, Esme dropped her sheet and began to collect her clothes, causing him to audibly groan. She was trying to kill him, or imprison him, one or the other. He fidgeted a bit with his fingers, trying to force himself to look down before he could be mesmerized again, “No touching…”

He repeated the words, reaching a hand out, as she passed him. It was so tempting to just take the clothes from her and end up back in bed, all over again, regardless of their list. But eventually they had to get to their tasks. He groaned again and waved her off, “Go get dressed before I have an aneurism…Please.”

But as soon as Esme began to walk to the bathroom, giving him a nice little show on the way there, he gritted his teeth, “You better hurry up. I don’t know how long I can handle just standing here…while you’re in there like that.”, he laughed, tilting his hat back on his head as the temptation to chase after her became nearly overwhelming.

“Alright Duke. That’s enough. Get your wallet and your keys, and just…drive the truck. That’s all you gotta do.”, he spoke to himself, reaching across the table for his keys and wallet. Before long, Esme returned and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, as she came back dressed. But she was sitting on the bed. She was dressed…and sitting on the bed. She was sitting on the bed that he could easily just climb onto and ruin their day, and that…wasn’t fair. When she announced she was ready, his attention was grabbed again and he flinched, “Yeah! Yeah I’m ready. Let’s go get your car before I go insane in this motel room. You…are a sex witch.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason tried to follow Nat’s eyes, as they darted all around the carnival, looking for what she wanted to ride. He cringed a bit at a few people his eyes scanned across that seemed to be losing all of their dinner to a trashcan. Suddenly, Nat pointed and Cason sighed with relief that he didn’t have to stay in place and mingle too long. Kids creeped him out a bit.

“That looks absolutely horrible. I’m in.”, he laughed, leaning in close to her ear,as she chose. He laced his fingers in hers as she grabbed his hand and ran off to the rollercoaster. Truthfully, he was tempted to sit this one out. As if cars weren’t bad enough, this rickety thing looked like an absolute death trap for his vessel. But then again, he couldn’t leave Nat alone on that thing. He would have to attempt to let her have ‘fun’.

As they approached the coaster, he climbed up the shaky platform with her, and led her in by her hand to her seat. He quickly sat down beside her and pulled the bar down over his lap, “Hold on tight. I don’t want you getting flung out of this thing. I’m pretty sure teenagers built it.”, he teased, holding onto the bar with one hand, and reaching a hand over to rest against her knee, just in case he needed to poof them out of the thing.

When the ride was over, Cason flattened his hair as best he could and looked over at Nat, a wider than normal smile on his face as he beamed over the fun she was already having. The ride attendent came over and wrenched the lapbar up off their legs, quickly moving on to the next seat behind them. Cason picked up Nat’s hand, and helped her out of the coaster, “So, that was something. What did you think?”

Dean

Dean spun Mika around as she commented on how much he surprised her. It was part of his charm, most of the time. No matter how long they had known each other, he always found ways to make her smile, and to make her eyebrows raise, at least a bit. He was more successful in making Bobby do the same. He laughed, and pulled her close to his chest, touching noses with her as the song continued, “Well, if I didn’t surprise you then I would be boring. And boring is not what I plan to do with my second chance, you know? I work too much. I drink too much, and not for fun. The least I can do is to take my best girl out for a little dancing…”

He pushed her out from his body, and quickly pulled her back, pressing his hand against her lower back as they danced. He leaned in close to her ear once again, “And I owe you a bit of fun, after the last couple of weeks. I haven’t been there, and I’ve been selfish…not that that is anything new, but I wanted to make it up to you. So, thank you for coming out with me tonight.”

Dean pulled back from her ear, and touched noses with her again with a smile. Even in a sweaty, smoky, and loud bar, somehow it felt like they were the only ones in the room. She just kinda made it that way, by existing.

Anna

Anna sighed as Sam brought her close to his chest. She could hear his heart beating in his chest, and she closed her eyes so that she could concentrate on the strong beat that hammered against her ear. His words were so gentle, and vibrated beneath her face, but she could hear them clearly through her other ear and she slowly wrapped her arm around his bicep, holding onto him for dear life. He considered her human. She was clearly not a human, and was clearly more of a hazard than he was, due to the demon blood that she decided not to drink but was still screaming at her to come back to.

It made her feel like some sort of monster. What if Cason got too close on a day that she was struggling? Would she drink him dry? Would the group just let her? Would she turn into some sort of bomb afterward, like she had with the other demons she had massacred? She shook her head, but as she felt Sam’s fingers against her forehead, she sighed, trying to relax into the safety of just being in his arms again, and the warmth of his fingers against her skin. He wanted to be there through the times when she could potentially kill him. He wanted to stick around even though it was wildly dangerous to be around her. He needed her…

“You need me.”, she confirmed out loud without even realizing it at first. She opened her eyes and stared up at his face as she sniffled, “We’re…we’re stronger together.”

As she confirmed his words, she reached her hand up to brush her fingers across his lips, and a tiny smile appeared on her own, “You’re stubborn. You’re stubborn and I should have known that…but Lilith. I believe what she said, and I want to know that you’ll do whatever you need to to stay safe. I would never forgive myself if she hurt you. I would probably kill every single person on this planet, somehow…”

Duke

After spending most of the evening in bed, Duke finally unwrapped his arms from around Esme and threw his legs over the edge of the bed with a huff. He picked up his jeans, slipped them over his legs, standing up and jumping to pull them all the way up, “Someone has to be responsible here and get out of the bed, and I’m breaking free of your spell. You’re a sex witch.”, he teased with a laugh, grabbing a fresh t-shirt from his bag and tossing it over his head.

“So, I’m getting dressed, and you’re not allowed to touch me until we leave this room.”, he teased once more, pointing at her. Even just standing there while she laid in bed, he was tempted to just climb back in with her and kiss her. He was already exhausted, and hungry, and honestly a little thirsty…but he didn’t care. She was truly like some type of witch, or maybe it was the lingering crush he had held onto for so many years being validated, that made him feel so crazy.

Duke shoved his feet in his boots and tapped on the top of the table as he walked by it. And finally he brought up the one thing he didn’t want to do…leave the room, “We really do need to go get your car. Inevitably they’re gonna move on from here, once they get all their business finished and all that, and you’ll need a ride unless you wanna be stuck with me.”, he explained awkwardly, quickly darting his mind away from the prospect of leaving before it even invaded.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya didn’t quite believe Sam when he said he was okay. There was obviously some pull of baggage in this room, the same baggage that seemed to hang over both brothers’ heads. She didn’t dwell on it, however, and concentrated on the way that he said she could stay in the library as much as she wanted. Letting a smile that didn’t reach her eyes spread across her lips, she replaced a book she was holding, and sighed.

He didn’t owe her any explanations of what had happened in their lives that had them sharing what felt a lot like unrepented grief. He barely knew her. She would squeeze it out of him eventually. She stepped off the small platform, brushing her fingers across another book, and walked to stand in front of Sam with a small smile. Pulling her phone, Anya typed a message, “So, I’m seeing that I might be intruding on something. Maybe it’s just me reading into things, like some super power of the quiet.”

Anya thought out her next sentence, and wrote another message, “But even if there is a girlfriend, I’m only here as your aquaintance. I have pure intentions, and once I find what I need, I’ll be out of here. What exactly does Sam Winchester do with his alone time?”

Dean

Dean rolled his eyes at Lexi, but he was even more intrigued than before. She tried to write him off, pretending that there wasn’t a very specific sexual tension in the air around them. Possibly, that was due to how fast they had moved, and bonded, leading to those thoughts cropping up, the way they did for Dean when he had her in the weapons vault. He pointed his finger at her, and shook his head, “I am not a tease. I am the most straight forward man that you will ever meet. But if you keep up the pace…I might have to change that.”

He smirked, and looked down at his book, just as she mentioned the case again. He took a few deep breaths to try and cool himself off but then looked up, “You need to cool down. Maybe it’s the whiskey. You seem out of control.”, he teased, and turned the page of his book. Truthfully, he also wanted to slam this book shut and just run off with her, but he knew that if Sam came back into the room, only to find them wrapped up in each other, he would be good and pissed at Dean.

But then again, the way Sam shoved them together, Dean wasn’t completely convinced that was the case. Sam might be just relieved they got it out of the way. He tapped on the back of the book as he absentmindedly read through the journal in front of him, until a sentence caught him by surprise, jolting his heart almost as much as Lexi had.

“June 10, 1960: May have to hide the gun in plain sight with a human. Why would demons look for it, outside of the Men of Letters. We don’t share much.

June 12, 1960: It has been 24 hours since giving the gun to that human. And he is now dead. He appears to have been attacked in the middle of the night, along with his wife, child, and two dogs. We have failed him.”, Dean read, before tapping the book aggressively, “Maybe some hunter took a page out of these idiots book, and put a human on the chopping block for the Colt after we lost it. I mean, hunters don’t have it. Unless demons have it, why wouldn’t hunters give it to a human…and in this particular case, Anya’s dad.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason parked the car and stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel, as the sounds of screams and laughter met his ears. A lot of those sounded like kids, which made him cringe at the thought of a bunch of kids running around everywhere. However, when Nat stepped up in front of him, and her hair blew in the wind, as she took it all in, he decided that he would quietly kill the kids if he had to. But Natalia was having a good night.

He caught up with her, slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her head close to his chin as they walked, “I think that sounds like the best idea you’ve had since I had the idea for the carnival.”, he said in his normal snarky tone, absentmindedly turning his head to kiss the top of her head. They stepped up to the ticket booth, and he quickly pulled out money, tossing it onto the counter and holding up two fingers. A small woman, just about as angry as the old lady huffed and glared at both of them, before mumbling under her breath about ‘punks’. Cason gave Nat a confused look, but then laughed softly as the woman gave them their change and tickets.

“You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart. Don’t lose that smile, alright?”, he flirted with the little woman, who raised her eyebrows, but didn’t completely drop her scowl. He stepped up to the fence, and dropped both their tickets in a bucket next to a sleeping elderly man watching the fence, and then he turned to Nat, “Alright. So, what do you wanna do first? Food…rides…games?”, he asked with his eyebrows raised as if he was overly excited to hear her answer.

Dean

Dean smiled brightly, raising his eyebrows, “I mean, I’m not going to say you’ve ever complained about getting me naked…or my affinity for being handsy. And it’s not like the deviant ones in this bar are really going to judge. Half feels like an orgy out there.”, he chuckled at the end of his sentence, bringing his beer back to his lips where he took a drink.

A Led Zepplin song began playing over the jukebox, and Dean’s ears perked up, “You hear that? We should dance. Put your beer down.”

With that, he grabbed her hand, and sat his beer down on the bar, dragging her off her barstool to follow him onto the dance floor, a rare choice for him. Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead dancing, but this was his first time in a bar with Mika…or even really alone with Mika since he had returned from Hell. Nothing else to do, and the girl liked to dance back in the day.

Anna

Anna rocked back and forth as she saw Sam’s shadow in front of her. She was acutely aware that he had knelt in front of her but he wasn’t touching her, as if she was a bomb that would explode at any second, which for all she knew, she was. All she knew was that Sam was stubborn and he would gladly die before he would leave her alone. She knew that.

She opened her eyes while rocking and glanced down at his hands on the floor, as soon as she heard them pat the dusty tile. She followed every wrinkle, callous and divot in his fingers as she took a deep breath, sniffling. She reached her hand out and touched his fingers with her own, just a bit, and took another deep breath. Another sob rocked her body as she fought with her brain over letting him stay with her, giving in.

“B-but if anything happened to you, I swear. I would nuke the planet. They told me I was capable…”, she spoke through her tears, tapping one of her fingers against his, “And you’re the only light out there for me. The only person w-who treats me like I’m human. And I can’t let anything happen to y-you but I don’t want to not know you.”

As she admitted the last part out loud, she was able to take another deep breath, falling back on her ass, where she twisted her legs into a pretzel, her body caged in by his arms a bit, “I don’t want to stay away, but I don’t know if I can stay with you. The n-nightmares I will have. The powers I am still learning I have…and the demon blood. Oh god. The things you can do…”, she rambled, before glancing up at his face, remembering him washing blood out of her hair after the massacre, and how gentle he was…treating her like a human, instead of a monster, “And how am I supposed to leave when you know I love you?”

Slice of Life - Small Town New England (18+ for reasons and I would prefer we double for pairings)

So, big shocker, after watching Gilmore Girls, I have the bug for a slice of life RP in a fictional small town in New England that we can make together. Complete with a coffee shop, a bookstore, a small town hall and a green, our characters will just live through the trials of living in a town of 1000, where everyone knows everything about everyone's lives, and you can't get through a single month without some sort of festival or celebration on the green.

I'm probably rambling.

Those who understand, understand. Those who don't are probably not still here anyway.

As far as pairings go, I prefer to play female characters but if we're doubling, I'm willing to do a male character for your female OC.

I've been here so long that I don't feel the need to make these things like weird job pitches or applications. If you're interested, comment below or PM me, and we can kinda discuss where we wanna take things <3

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya reached out and took Sam’s hand as he extended it to her, allowing him to pull her from the room and down the hall with him. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant a lot. She felt oddly safe around Sam, and she felt safe here. Her father would have had plenty to say about her behavior, considering she had only known Sam a few hours and was already walking around his home, holding his hand, and going on a tour as if they were meeting at the altar in a week.

When they stepped into the library, she staggered a bit in the doorway and then she finally processed how amazing the library looked, even with the visible dust all over the whole room. It was clear that many of these books hadn’t been touched in many many years, which made her want to read them all. She stepped further between the shelves, brushing a bit of dust off one of the diaries, one Ben Trimble - Men of Letters. She ran her finger along the embedded name and glanced up at Sam as he went quiet.

She looked up at him, grabbing for another book to dust off as she frowned, wondering what he was thinking. It was times like these that she wished she could just ask him, without having to fumble with anything, or have both her hands free. She brushed it off for a moment, and dusted off a plate that told what was in a particular shelf. She then stepped around to the small table, brushing her fingers across a few carvings in the wood. She pulled her phone out and typed a message, “I’ll probably be in here, if you ever lose me.”

Anya held it up beside her head with a sly smirk, and then pulled it down after it played, and typed a quick message, “Are you okay? If you’re tired or you need some alone time or something, I am happy to just find a book and head back to my room.”, she played the message, and looked up at him with a sympathetic look. She honestly hoped he would say ‘no’ and that she wasn’t being too much, and that maybe they had just trudged up some bad memories or something. Then again, it would be a lot easier to leave him, if she never really got to know him.

Dean

Dean honestly felt his chest swell a bit as Lexi covered her face and hid her laughter from him. He could make her laugh. No. He was making her laugh. That was a welcome sight as he rolled his eyes. She confirmed that she knew he wasn’t dedicated to the case, at which he didn’t have a choice but to shrug his shoulders innocently, “I can’t help it.”, he started. But then his mouth nearly dropped open.

She all but confirmed that she was willing to giving thought to having sex with him, something he had a very hard time getting out of his mouth as a request or even a flirtation. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but couldn’t quite find the words to even begin to cover what was going through his head. And of course…she continued.

He followed her hands up and down as she teased him, taking in every inch of her body that he could see above the table, and he swallowed heavily at the end of her flirtation, “And um…do…d-do you still h-have those clothes? Just wondering. I mean…I-I’m a panties kinda guy anyway, but it never hurts to um…experiment.”

Dean’s heart hammered at the amount of energy it took to stammer out that entire sentence and he took a deep breath, blowing it out as if he had just ran a marathon, “You know what I mean, don’t even look at me like that…tease.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya let her shoulders relax as Sam laughed at her sense of humor. They hadn’t exactly started on the best foot for friendship, but it was starting to seem like they had a lot more in common than not. The thought nearly caused her to blush, which made her feel even more ridiculous, like she had some sort of school girl crush on the attractive stranger she had just met..

When he gestured for them to continue the tour, Anya practically hopped in the air with a bit of excitement. His list of places they could go check out were all really boring, but for some reason they still sounded exciting, especially when he came to the one word she had hoped he would say, ‘library’. She beamed, her eyes lighting up, and she quickly fumbled with her phone.

“Library.”, it said simply, and then she furthered her sentence in the machine, “I would like to see the library…Please.”

She finished the message with a bright smile, taking in the features of his face, finally. She scanned from his bright hazel eyes, to the way his face creased when he smiled, and the scrunch of his forehead when he was in thought. His smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. But he was a hunter, despite being beautiful.

Dean

Dean raised his eyebrows at Lexi all but telling him that he had no negotiation power. As fast as their relationship had moved, of course he had negotiation power. He was kind of the one who made the first move. But when she continued, he tilted his head back with a small ‘ah’, understanding the route she was going to go down. He had to work for the next step in their relationship.

With a deep frown, he glared at her jokingly, “That’s not exactly fair. You’re here. You wear the clothing…that…makes you look…like that, and I can’t even request that you wear my clothes?”, he spoke as if he was negotiating a bank deal, “Doesn’t seem like a fair deal, unless you tell me just how much work I need to get done to warrant such a thing.”

He tapped the table, as if he had won, opening his book with sass, but then something dawned on him, and he laid his arm across the book and leaned forward again. Lowering his voice, he cringed before asking, “Does that mean…s-you know…sex is out too? Because you know…that’s a big step for us and I just think if you’re interested, you probably shouldn’t miss out just to um…stick it to the man or whatever. Not that I’m not dedicated to the case.”, he rambled, raising his eyebrows as if it would convince her that he was dedicated and more interested in the case than their budding (quickly) romance.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason felt a tiny pang of guilt hit his chest when she said they were no longer using the word ‘demon’. It shouldn’t be that hard, but then again, he was a demon. It was hard not to notice, especially if he ended up injured or in a place where he was expected to do human things…like sleep.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and then listened intently as Nat spilled her guts about her favorite things. He wanted to know everything. The music wasn’t all that surprising, but when she got to the movie part, he scoffed and tilted his head in a way that said ‘well, that’s interesting’, “I will um…keep that in my mind somewhere. Might have to use that one against you.”, he said with a chuckle as they pulled near the carnival, and got in line for the parking lot.

His travel wishes were what piqued his interest the most. He wanted her to travel. He wanted her to actually experience all the things he tried to put into her brain when she was in the hospital. In fact, the things she described, fit that bill just right. He would end up taking her, just to prove to her that they were real, and that there was more to this world than an old car and a dusty motel room.

“You will.”, he said with certainty when she mentioned wanting to feel whole again. He was sure of it. She would recover, but she needed to not only forgive herself, but she had to get past what happened to the point that she could grow from it, “It’s not ridiculous at all. Part of being human, the part that I don’t miss, is feeling everything all at once. You learn to shut it off, until you turn into some sort of cornered animal and you lash out…and then you heal and around the block you go.”

He waved his hand in the air, and then sighed, “What I would like, is to find a way to break that cycle. No more wounded dog. No more lashing out. I meant what I said. And ‘no one’ means you too. No one will hurt you while I’m around…even yourself.”, he finished his sentence, glancing over at her with a serious look on his face, a rare occurance for him, as his natural state was snark. After a moment, a heavy knock on the window caused his eyes to cover over in black for a split second as he was startled, and he turned and rolled the window down.

“You snuck up on me!”, he cooed to the elderly lady, holding her hand out. He flashed her a wide smile, and pulled a bill out of his pocket, dropping it into her hand. She said nothing, just ushering them through the gate to go find a parking space.

Dean

Dean sat down at the bar and instantly pointed to a bottle of beer he saw down the way, “We’ll take four of those!”, he called to the bartender, who slung his towel onto his shoulder, nodded and instantly fished four beers out of the cooler below him. He popped all four tops and sat them on the counter in front of Dean and Mika, “Just start us a tab!”

The bartender smirked, nodded, sized Mika up, and then walked away, fishing a note pad out of his pocket. Dean grabbed his beer and held it up in the air, gesturing for Mika to grab her own. As soon as she did, he clanked their bottles together and then took a long drink of his own beer, glancing around them, “This place makes me want a cigar, I swear. I don’t even smoke anymore, but that smell. It just brings back way too many good memories, and a few not so fun memories of Bobby nearly chasing me out of town for smoking in my room.”

He laughed, shaking his head. This was the first time he had felt truly normal since returning from Hell. It was the first time that he didn’t constantly have those thoughts of Hell running through his brain, and for a moment, he felt happy. Maybe it was the bar or maybe it was Mika, but whatever it was…he felt good.

“Just don’t get me too drunk. I get a little handsy…”, he leaned in and told her with a goofy smirk, as if they had just met, and she knew nothing about him.

Anna

Anna let go of Sam’s hand as he kissed her deeply, bringing both her hands up to brush them through his hair, doing her best to not let him go. She honestly wanted to chain herself to him, after feeling like for the first time, she would never see him again. When he pulled back, just enough to whisper those three words back to her, she smiled softly, sniffling and as the tears fell between their lips, turning the kiss salty and in a way, more emotional, she tightened her grip on his hair.

Shifting her body, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him at the foot of the bed. She reached her hand down, pulling at the hems of his shirts, before brushing her fingers over his abs gently, feeling his muscles move against her palm as she kissed him. And after a few moments, her heart suddenly began to hammer in her chest and her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts. She was no longer in the moment, and was in a sheer moment of panic, out of nowhere. She felt sick.

She suddenly broke the kiss, pulling her hand from the back of his hair, and pulling her other hand to her chest as she climbed off his lap and brushed the flannel she was wearing as a dress down flat. She brushed her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath as more tears came.

“I c-can’t. We can’t. This was a mistake and you’re probably going to just…drop dead in front of me at any second because I’m stupid. How could I be so stupid?! I let you in. I was told not to and I let you in. I let you come to me. And now, I…I…I don’t know what to do but this…this isn’t where we should be. I need to go. I need to keep you safe and I need to make sure that…that this…”, she rambled while pacing back and forth, her voice desperate and terrified. At the end of her sentence, she finally broke, sinking to knees on the floor as she sobbed. This was quite literally a lose/lose situation, and there was no way Sam would accept it, but she couldn’t just put him in danger, even if he was dumb enough to get himself killed over a woman.

Duke

Duke opened his mouth to prepare to capture Esme’s lips as she nuzzled his nose back. He just wanted to get back to business, and possibly go out later, if they found the time. Not that he thought they could find the time. But as she spoke against his lips, his breath stopped for a moment, chasing her movements with his lips. It was then that she realized she was looking him in the eyes, and though his eyes were hooded, he couldn’t help but sink into the gaze.

“Yeah…you know, that thing you make when you have stuff to do.”, he whispered back, but her next words were surprisingly sexy, acknowledging his rebel nature and his toughness. He nearly groaned at the sound of her voice, but tilted his head with his lips pouted, as if she was definitely correct.

But then her cheek was on his and her breath was washing over his ear, and he shuddered visibly, tightening his hands in the sheets near her shoulder. He was barely functional, by the time she pulled back and her lips were in kissing distance once again, only for her to continue teasing him. When she began to sit up, he moved his hand from the sheets to her bare shoulder and pressed her back down, “I think…”

Duke leaned down, placing soft kisses from her collarbone, all the way up to her jaw, where he gave a tiny little bite and a chuckle, “The list can wait.”, he drawled. He then reached back with one arm, and pulled the covers up over his head, before covering her lips with his again. It would be a miracle if they could get any work done at all around each other, at this point.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

‘Magic?’, Anya thought to herself as Sam joined her, and she glanced up from the table she was looking at to scan over his face as he spoke about his home with such excitement. It was endearing, and even though she refused to get attached to any hunters, ever again, this place seemed safe enough to at least pry. Just a little.

When he pointed out the glowing rune, she looked at it closely, gasping a soft breath at how cool it was. Her mind wandered, almost in time with him mentioning the same thing she was thinking. She wondered how many times you could walk into a room in the bunker, move one thing, and find a whole new world under it. Sam’s words matching her thoughts just made her smile, and she pulled her phone up to type, “I was actually just thinking that you must find things all the time.”

She laughed silently, and straightened up, running her hand through her hair to push it behind her ear with a shy look. She thought about what to say, and eventually settled on something she had meant to say when he first agree with Dean to help her.

“By the way. Thank you. I don’t have anywhere else to go at this point, and to be honest, you’re the most normal and relatable…and young hunter I’ve dealt with. I have high hopes for you.”, she pushed play and smiled at the small joke at the end of her sentence. She didn’t know how long she would be staying, but they were off to a good start as far as getting to know each other. She had no family, or friends. Just finding common ground with someone else was refreshing.

Dean

Dean felt almost guilty when Lexi began to explain that he didn’t have to rush himself. He didn’t even want to put that on her. He didn’t want to be taken care of. But he could tell in her words that she wasn’t necessarily trying to take care of him. She was giving him space. The space that Sam normally refused to give him. He would take it. He sighed, and nodded, with a small chuckle at the mental image of her in dirty pajamas eating a barrel of ice cream. It was honestly so fitting.

“Yeah…well…”, he started, but she drove home the point of him being able to ask her anything he wanted to know. Honestly, he wanted to know everything about her. As guilty as he felt half the time he touched her, he also felt some sort of comfort in having her so close. And he wanted to know why. He wanted to know every inner working of her brain…eventually.

“I’ll have to give you the Sam Winchester interrogation, soon. Cheaper than a therapist and better in the sack.”, he joked with her to lighten the mood, as she took her deep breath and he glanced down at his glass of whiskey. Then came the call to action, mixed with a tiny bit of blackmail for his stomach that caused him to groan.

“Of course you’re going to use food to blackmail me into work. Of course you are. That’s just who you are…”, he feigned misery, finishing with a light chuckle, as he sat up straight in his chair, downed his whiskey, and pulled a book toward him, “I guess we should get to work. But I’m getting that pie! And you have to cook it in my t-shirt. Don’t ask. Just do.”