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The Great Commission Thread! (Headshot Sale Ongoing!)

The Great Commission Thread! (Headshot Sale Ongoing!)

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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason nearly gave a disgusted look at the puppy as the carnie handed it to her, shaking his head with a goofy smile on is face. He had pleased her. He had made her night better, just by winning her some plush animal. Her life was so chaotic and tragic, that something so simple could completely change her mood, and give her hope.

He flinched, frowning for a brief second when she kissed his cheek. It was what he considered an unwarranted display of affection, one that he definitely didn’t expect in public. He nodded his head, a bit speechless, “You’re welcome.”

But then she asked where he wanted to go, her mood still high and happy. That brought the smile back to his face, even though he rolled his shoulders, attempting to bring back at least a little of his bravado. He was about to open his mouth, and ask her if she wanted food, but then she decided for him, causing him to laugh.

“Alright, alright. Let’s get some food.”, he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, before leading her over to a cart. The cart had some of the most random disgusting food he had ever seen, but it was intriguing. He only really ate food to keep up appearances, and although he had a few favorites, he just…didn’t see the need for taking the time around Nat. Then again, he would feel awkward just watching her eat, like some spectacle. As soon as he reached the counter, he leaned his elbow on the surface and looked up at the cook with a smile, “I’ll take a cheeseburger. Lots of rabbit food and no salt. Drink…I’ll take a coke.”, he ordered, before turning to Nat, “And then whatever she wants…”

Dean

Dean took a deep breath, not at all surprised that Mika would agree to go back to the motel. She always was a bit lower key, even if they enjoyed their crazy nights out…that typically led to them having way too much alcohol and often a fight or two. Her touch and tenderness was welcomed, and his eyes became a bit hazy as he listened to her speak.

After a moment, he pulled his hands away from her waist slowly, and reached up to grab her hand, lacing his fingers with hers without another word. He pulled his wallet with his other hand, and walked back to the counter. Tapping on the counter to get the bartender’s attention, he tossed a bill down and waved to let the bartender know they could keep the change. With that, he pulled Mika toward the door, smirking as they walked by several couples that definitely would not be going back to their motels any time soon.

“I say we hit this little gas station next door. They look like they have some cheap beers and snacks…maybe even some pizza. Then, it’s cheese. Any movie you want. Cheesy lovey movies, horror movies, action…whatever…”, he beamed, as he dragged her across the parking lot once they exited. He turned to her, and kept her hand in his as he walked backward, “Junk food. Beer. Quiet. No drama. No siblings. No demons. Just us.”

Anna

Anna stood with Sam from the floor, and on their way to the bed, she kicked off her boots, remembering that she wasn’t wearing much under the buttoned up flannel she wore as a dress. It would do as a gown for the night at least. She climbed onto the bed, and once up to the headboard, she kicked the covers out of the way, and then pulled them over her legs, “I will text Max on my way out, and let him know that I’ll see him soon, after he cools down. I don’t know if he fully understands what happened, and I don’t want him to be hostile toward you, as if I can’t take care of myself.”

She shook her head, making sure he understood that she didn’t want to stay in California any longer than necessary. Otherwise, she would lose her courage, and wouldn’t be able to come back with him. Around and around the circle…not exactly what she wanted. She laid back against the pillows, rolling on her side so she could look up at him.

“I say we leave tomorrow afternoon.”, she started, before his words crossed her brain again, “Nat ran away with Cason? After everything? Must have been a good night after I left…”

She frowned, and then cringed, as she tried to compute the two of them in her mind, and then a sudden giggle left her throat, “Though, Cason with someone like Nat is pretty funny to think about. She’ll eat him alive.”

Duke

Duke nodded his head with his lips pursed as Esme explained why she was thanking him. She was right. Sending her alone was the worst idea on the planet with the current situation in the demon world, one that they didn’t even truly have complete understanding of. He kept walking around the car, but he saw no physical damage that he could make out without opening the hood.

“I would have to take a closer look to…”, he started to mumble, but she spoke up about getting food and he took a deep breath, exhaling quickly. He had a bad feeling that the car wouldn’t start. There was no way that a pack of demons would just key the car and walk away, when she was able to get away from them so quickly. He placed both his hands on his hips, “Yeah, we should probably go grab some food, reassess what’s happening out there…and maybe see if we can hear anything through the wire about what might be coming.”

As he was speaking, she began to move things out of the way of her car, springing him into action. She was still injured but of course she wouldn’t let him help, she never did. He walked over to a set of spikes that were attached to a board, and thrown across the road. Grabbing a side of it, he picked it up, and dragged it to the side, before tossing it into the ditch. He reached for the second barrier, at the same moment that Sarah grabbed it, invisible to him, and began dragging it away.

“Show off…”, he spoke in the general direction of where he thought her eyes might be. He brushed her off as Esme commended her for her actions, and he realized that he was playing second fiddle to a dog…well…a hellhound. Chuckling to himself, he began to walk back to his truck. He heard Sarah bark, which caused him to flinch, and then watched the truck bed dip as she jumped in.

Duke vaguely heard Esme’s car refusing to turn over, and he wondered if maybe he was correct, but after waiting a few moments for her to come to him and tell him what he already knew, he heard her cry out in anger. Flinching, he quickly looked over the back seat of the truck, and didn’t see her as she was still hidden by the car. But Sarah jumped out of the truck, checked on her and quickly ran to him, barking like crazy. He frowned in confusion, looking up in the direction of Esme, “Alright! Alright. I’ll go check…”, he told Sarah, climbing back out of his truck and following Sarah as best he could back over to Esme.

As soon as he walked up close enough to her, he gasped, not even sure what he was seeing as his eyes scanned over her face, “I’m not a demon. She can’t hurt me, right?”, he asked Sarah, as if she was magically just going to start talking to him any second. He didn’t know how to handle all this. He had never met a demon nuke. Well, of course he had, but he didn’t know it at the time!

He pushed his hat back on his head and carefully wiped his hands on his pants, nervously trying to figure out what to do to dissolve this situation. She was also speaking in a foreign language, which didn’t seem like a good sign, and made him even more afraid to reach out to her. But he did.

“Don’t you kill me…”, he grumbled, shaking his head, his blue eyes massive as he finally reached her and wrapped his arms around her, “C’mon sweetheart. There’s nothin’ under this hood we can’t fix. Ain’t no reason to kill your puppy and get yourself all worked up…I don’t even know if you can kill me. So take a deep breath with me. C’mon. Don’t make me knock you out…”, he cooed to her, chuckling at the last part, to try and break through with humor if he needed to.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya listened to Sam speak, her face twisting a bit into sadness over the fact that not only was his ‘sister in law’ not around, which Anya could only assume meant she was dead, but also that Sam’s memories of her were fond, which meant that Dean was likely in shambles. She didn’t know him, or know if she even liked him, but losing the person closest to you was something she could relate to.

She took his ‘I’m fine’ at face value and decided not to press it further, and potentially open a new can of emotional worms, instead, concentrated on learning more about him in general. Her sad look evolved into an amused smile at his answers, imagining such a serious person actually enjoying tv, but of course he did. He had understood her Dr. Who reference and was obviously a nerd.

She thought for a moment, and then pulled her phone up, “Honestly, I love that. I’m a huge nerd when it comes to tv shows and computers. We could possibly chill out together sometime, while I’m stuck here and give the others some space after dinner?”

Dean

Dean blew air up from his lips to his forehead to prevent letting Lexi see him fanning himself, or seeing the red face that he had plastered on from their flirting. Thankfully, she popped into work mode at the same moment he did. When she turned her laptop around, he leaned in close and began reading some of the information that was, while very limited, telling of someone who was desperate. Either they were being chased, or they had demon issues. That was the only excuses he could think of.

“Well…”, he stopped, and pointed at the profile picture, which was vague, and seemed to be a pseudo face claim. He frowned, and then pointed up toward the envelope to message the person, “Maybe we should do a little undercover job. Get ahold of the buyer, pretend we might have a lead. We have proof we can send if he needs it. Then we shake him down for answers?”

He held his hands out, and leaned back in his chair with a ‘sounds like a plan, right?’ expression. He then reached forward and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, and poured some into his glass, “Might give Anya some peace of mind that we’re at least working on this. We can go tomorrow if he’s as excited as he seems. He’ll answer tonight…”

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