Family Business (closed)

It was still one week until Halloween but people already started to freak out. At least in this little town the four hunters ended up after her last job. They spoke about witches and monsters out there, people vanishing during nightime and so on - all the classic stuff. And things Alice had tried to avoid all the years since her first Halloween. But now she couldn’t do this anymore. Not with the knowing those demons and witches could be reality.

So they’d decided to stay here for a while, asking around and doing some research. Alice was just about reading some local newspaper articles in their motel room when Dean and the others came back.

Its Christmas Time (closed)

It was only a few days left until Christmas and Alice and Dean were on the road again after finishing another job. Maybe, hopefully, their last job for this year. Last night it had started to snow heavily so they had decided to make a stop at the nearest motel they would find, waiting until most of the it would be over again.

Alice stood in front of the window, watching the white, puffy snowflakes falling down and creating a white blanket over the landscape outside. There was some sort of Christmas movie playing in the TV behind her, but Alice wasn’t paying that much attention to it, just concentrating on a ‘conversation’ with Alana while she waited for Dean to come back from his search for something they could have for lunch.

[text: yeah looks like we’re stucked in here for today as well. What are you and Sammy doing?]


Alice sat in the backseat of the impala with her arms crossed and frowning. “I still don’t get why I have to sit back here!” She said and pouted. “Sam isn’t even here!” She sank further down in the seat.

Beers | Give-me-the-pie

Brenna’s eyes ventured out across the bar. The night was pretty slow and her shift had ended about an hour ago. Still, she was reluctant to leave back to the hotel she was staying at finding it easier to think about how shitty her life was steadily becoming. Part of her thought she should be grateful in a way. She wasn’t dead, she was going to hunt down the bastard who murdered her cousin, and the drink she was currently gulping down wasn’t half bad. 

Cold air drifted into the room, the draft tiptoeing over the skin her jacket didn’t cover making her shiver some. She turned her head a little in the direction of the door which had been the cause for the sudden chill, since it had been opened. Walking in was Dean, looking some what tired. Her eyebrow raised and she nodded to him as he sat a seat down from her. “Hey.”

Baby News || Dean and Ammelia

Ammelia sat nervously on the couch as she waited for Dean to get home from work. She was practicing how to give the news to Dean. She went over several scenarios in her head about what could happen. She chewed on her lip as she anxiously waited to hear the purr of the Impala’s engine in the driveway. Her hands were sweaty and her heart was pounding loudly in her chest.

It's time {Dean Ammelia}

“Dean.” Ammelia shook him. “Dean wake up. It’s time.” She bit her lip and closed her eyes as some pain rolled over her. She took a deep breath and shook him again. “Dean get up.” She spoke.

{Home} || Dean and Ammelia

Ammelia was laying in the couch rubbing the bump that was showing, it was small, but it showed. She was 5 months along anyway. She was waiting for Dean to come home. She hated when he had to work late. She always was lonely when he was away. She heard the Impala pulling into the driveway and heard Dean’s heartbeat. She smiled and hummed quietly.

Fight or Flight || Dean and Sam

Sam had been walking, already at only six o’ clock it had gotten dark outside.  Sometimes the teen hated winter because of how dark it got so early, it was annoying and it screwed up his sense of time.  Now he was walking home from school with his book bag slung over his shoulder, when he heard a noise coming from the alley he had just passed.  Curiously the teen back tracked, and looked down the dark alley way, and squinted his eyes to see if he could see better.  "Uh… hello?“ He called down it as he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him.  The teens heart rate accelerated only slightly because he’d gotten no response, yet someone was coming towards him.  Quickly he put his hand to the knife he had in his pocket, just as a man he didn’t recognize emerged from the shadows.  Sam swallowed as he could tell, just by looking at the man that something was not right.

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@give-me-the-pie || No longer an observer.

Of course she had known of him, most every angel had. The infamous Winchesters, vessels to settle the several century old feud of two of her most beloved brothers. It was almost a given that her eyes would turn to them quite often. Cassiel was mostly an observer of Earth, rarely taking part in any of it’s troubles as other angels had. She was known by them as the Angel of Solitude. The presider of the death of Kings. But even though it had only happened maybe once before she could be known to go to Earth and take a vessel if she became overly curious.

And she was quite curious.

For there must be something special about a man who changes his destiny simply because he does not like the original outcome, even when all the odds are stacked against him. She liked mortals that fought the tides of life. And around him and his brother other odd things happened, a simple angel foot-soilder gains his free will? Rebels against heaven only to be rewarded, then turns around and commits a worse crime only to be brought back again? What an influence this Dean Winchester was. She simply had to meet him.

With vessel procured she walks into a bar, eyes searching the crowed until she spots him sitting alone at a table, she takes the seat opposite him but says nothing.

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