[RP] In which Missouri confirms Anna's fears
[Missouri Mosely not binding on any muse and was NPC'd by hasperkynipples!mun for the sake of my sanity.]
For as long as she'd known Kylie, their friendship was full of crazy-ass ideas and weird happenstance. But as she pulled into the unfamiliar driveway, Anna parked the car and let it run for a minute before grumbling, "Yeah, this is definitely the craziest thing she's ever talked me into." Slowly, she turned off the ignition and got out of her car to just... stare. At what was one of the most normal-looking houses she'd come across in a long time. But, of course, there was a strange feeling encompassing the place. It wasn't spelling out doom to all who dare enter, but it wasn't exactly the most welcoming vibe either.
Oh, well. Better get this over with. And so she was about to knock... until she noticed the door was wide open and she could hear voices coming from inside the house. So? She let herself in, cautiously looking for signs of danger as she went.
Missouri had her lists of clients for the day. She had closed down for a while, the harsh vibes of the Apocalypse affecting the way she could read people and just generally bad for business. Now, though, things were over and those boys of hers had done what they had to do, but she wasn't in any mood to rush back to what she was supposed to be doing. Readings were by appointment only, to weed out the ones who had a serious problems as oppose to the ones who were just looking for kicks.
"Now, don't you worry, Mr. Lockhart. You and your wife are going to be just fine. Just keep up the fine work." She walked the customer out to the door before patting him on the back gently and waving him off with a smile, that faded once they were out of view. "Up until you start questioning your sexuality. Again."
She took a breath before turning and heading into the entryway of the house, before turning and looking over the woman who was standing there. "Who are you exactly?"
"You really are legit." Anna said slowly, brows knit in a show of surprised confusion. "I-- uh, sorry. You're Missouri Mosely." Swallowing hard, she picked at her nails and took a deep breath. Because for some reason? This was harder than she thought.
"My name is Anna Morasca. I'm... a friend of the Winchesters."
"The Winchesters? Honey, the Winchesters don't have friends, they just have either live acquaintances or dead ones," Missouri said calmly, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Kylie failed to mention she's got spunk. Respectable. She thought to herself and crossed her arms as well. "Then I guess I'm one of the few live ones left."
"You're in Kansas, sweetie. Everybody has spunk," Missouri looked her over. "You don't have an appointment." She didn't need to be psychic to figure that out.
Anna blinked in surprise. "You read minds, too." Pausing, she rubbed her arms nervously and shook her head. "You're right, I don't. I can pay you double what you charge, if that helps."
"Not today, I'm all booked up." She made her way over to the desk to look at her appointment book. "I can take you tomorrow at two."
Good thing I told the boss I wouldn't be back to work until next week. Least I won't have to rush the drive back to Manhattan. Nodding, she turned to make her way out the door. "That'll be fine."
"Good," she said softly. "I’ll see you tomorrow, then."
"Thank you." Anna replied just as softly and headed out to her car. From there it would be to a bar and then a cheap motel for the night, then to a diner for food. And, as was her nature, Anna arrived back at Missouri's doorstep ten minutes early. Anna knocked twice before letting herself in and looking around.
Missouri was finishing up with her previous client, following the same routine as she walked him out again. Taking a breath, she turned to look at Anna before gesturing to the door. "After you."
"Okay." Stepping over to the door, she opened it slowly and entered the next room. "How exactly does this work?"
Missouri shrugged as she closed the door behind them. "You talk, I listen."
Sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans, she shrugged as well. "Okay. Uh, I've been havin' these strange feelings for a while now. Dean seems to think it's some sort of empathic ability, but I'm not sure. I figured a psychic would know."
"Well, we aren't experts, honey," she replied as she moved to sit down. "It's not like we can know something when we see it."
Sighing, she sat down across from Missouri and folded her hands in her lap. "Damn. I was afraid you'd say that. How can anyone tell?"
"What does it feel like? Empathy can manifest itself in different ways."
"Uhh-- I- I guess... weird? Dean and Sam were shot and killed by two hunters a few months back and I had this sharp pain in my chest. I immediately knew something happened to them. And I had this feeling they were dead." Looking down, she continued. "...even before that, though. I've had this way of telling when people are lying or if they're hurting since I can remember. But after Dean left me last year it started gettin' worse. But the last couple months, since Michael wiped my memories, it's been really strong."
"Does it happen with everyone?"
"Uhh... sometimes? It's stronger with people I'm close to, but I've had some criminals where I could pick up on their lies. Then there's Castiel and Crowley... I could feel that Crowley wasn't human, and whenever Cas would show up out of the blue and startle the boys, it wouldn't surprise me. I could feel him there. And when I showed up here... I could feel something from you. That you weren't a... normal human. For lack of a better word."
"I'm perfectly human, thank you very much." Missouri might have taken a little offense to that.
"N-No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant, as in... someone with an ability. I'm sorry if I offended you, Missouri." Well, now she felt like crap.
Missouri sighed heavily before leaning back in her seat. "There's something you need to understand. Most people who are psychic are just as human as the rest of you. It's how you got the ability that matters."
Frowning, she leaned forward in her seat. "I don't... I don't understand what you mean."
"Well, were you fed demon blood as a child?"
"What?!"
She sighed. "There was a string of psychic children who were induced as children by being fed demon blood."
Eyes wide, her fingers curled into tight fists and she fought back a slew of angry curses in her head. Mostly because she knew Missouri could hear her. "Was Sam one of them?"
She shrugged. "I never got confirmation either way."
"Uhh, as far as I know... I was never fed demon blood."
"Then it's natural. It happens every once in a while."
Brows raised, she blinked a moment. "Like yours?"
She nodded. "Like mine."
This seemed to relax Anna slightly, but she still had questions. "How... how do I control it?"
"Practice. But most of the time you don't. You just get used to it."
"Great. This should be interesting, then."
"I suppose it will."
Standing up slowly, Anna bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh, that's all I have. So, how much do I owe you?"
She rambled off her standard fee before getting up herself. "That's standard for all customers."
Pulling out her wallet, Anna paid Missouri in cash and started to head for the door. This was a lot to take in, even for her.
"Good luck, sweetie," Missouri sighed as she pocketed the money.
"Thank you, Missouri. And take care of yourself." Anna offered a grateful, but weak, smile as she exited the psychic's house and got into her car. It was going to be a long drive back to Manhattan.
For as long as she'd known Kylie, their friendship was full of crazy-ass ideas and weird happenstance. But as she pulled into the unfamiliar driveway, Anna parked the car and let it run for a minute before grumbling, "Yeah, this is definitely the craziest thing she's ever talked me into." Slowly, she turned off the ignition and got out of her car to just... stare. At what was one of the most normal-looking houses she'd come across in a long time. But, of course, there was a strange feeling encompassing the place. It wasn't spelling out doom to all who dare enter, but it wasn't exactly the most welcoming vibe either.
Oh, well. Better get this over with. And so she was about to knock... until she noticed the door was wide open and she could hear voices coming from inside the house. So? She let herself in, cautiously looking for signs of danger as she went.
Missouri had her lists of clients for the day. She had closed down for a while, the harsh vibes of the Apocalypse affecting the way she could read people and just generally bad for business. Now, though, things were over and those boys of hers had done what they had to do, but she wasn't in any mood to rush back to what she was supposed to be doing. Readings were by appointment only, to weed out the ones who had a serious problems as oppose to the ones who were just looking for kicks.
"Now, don't you worry, Mr. Lockhart. You and your wife are going to be just fine. Just keep up the fine work." She walked the customer out to the door before patting him on the back gently and waving him off with a smile, that faded once they were out of view. "Up until you start questioning your sexuality. Again."
She took a breath before turning and heading into the entryway of the house, before turning and looking over the woman who was standing there. "Who are you exactly?"
"You really are legit." Anna said slowly, brows knit in a show of surprised confusion. "I-- uh, sorry. You're Missouri Mosely." Swallowing hard, she picked at her nails and took a deep breath. Because for some reason? This was harder than she thought.
"My name is Anna Morasca. I'm... a friend of the Winchesters."
"The Winchesters? Honey, the Winchesters don't have friends, they just have either live acquaintances or dead ones," Missouri said calmly, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Kylie failed to mention she's got spunk. Respectable. She thought to herself and crossed her arms as well. "Then I guess I'm one of the few live ones left."
"You're in Kansas, sweetie. Everybody has spunk," Missouri looked her over. "You don't have an appointment." She didn't need to be psychic to figure that out.
Anna blinked in surprise. "You read minds, too." Pausing, she rubbed her arms nervously and shook her head. "You're right, I don't. I can pay you double what you charge, if that helps."
"Not today, I'm all booked up." She made her way over to the desk to look at her appointment book. "I can take you tomorrow at two."
Good thing I told the boss I wouldn't be back to work until next week. Least I won't have to rush the drive back to Manhattan. Nodding, she turned to make her way out the door. "That'll be fine."
"Good," she said softly. "I’ll see you tomorrow, then."
"Thank you." Anna replied just as softly and headed out to her car. From there it would be to a bar and then a cheap motel for the night, then to a diner for food. And, as was her nature, Anna arrived back at Missouri's doorstep ten minutes early. Anna knocked twice before letting herself in and looking around.
Missouri was finishing up with her previous client, following the same routine as she walked him out again. Taking a breath, she turned to look at Anna before gesturing to the door. "After you."
"Okay." Stepping over to the door, she opened it slowly and entered the next room. "How exactly does this work?"
Missouri shrugged as she closed the door behind them. "You talk, I listen."
Sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans, she shrugged as well. "Okay. Uh, I've been havin' these strange feelings for a while now. Dean seems to think it's some sort of empathic ability, but I'm not sure. I figured a psychic would know."
"Well, we aren't experts, honey," she replied as she moved to sit down. "It's not like we can know something when we see it."
Sighing, she sat down across from Missouri and folded her hands in her lap. "Damn. I was afraid you'd say that. How can anyone tell?"
"What does it feel like? Empathy can manifest itself in different ways."
"Uhh-- I- I guess... weird? Dean and Sam were shot and killed by two hunters a few months back and I had this sharp pain in my chest. I immediately knew something happened to them. And I had this feeling they were dead." Looking down, she continued. "...even before that, though. I've had this way of telling when people are lying or if they're hurting since I can remember. But after Dean left me last year it started gettin' worse. But the last couple months, since Michael wiped my memories, it's been really strong."
"Does it happen with everyone?"
"Uhh... sometimes? It's stronger with people I'm close to, but I've had some criminals where I could pick up on their lies. Then there's Castiel and Crowley... I could feel that Crowley wasn't human, and whenever Cas would show up out of the blue and startle the boys, it wouldn't surprise me. I could feel him there. And when I showed up here... I could feel something from you. That you weren't a... normal human. For lack of a better word."
"I'm perfectly human, thank you very much." Missouri might have taken a little offense to that.
"N-No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant, as in... someone with an ability. I'm sorry if I offended you, Missouri." Well, now she felt like crap.
Missouri sighed heavily before leaning back in her seat. "There's something you need to understand. Most people who are psychic are just as human as the rest of you. It's how you got the ability that matters."
Frowning, she leaned forward in her seat. "I don't... I don't understand what you mean."
"Well, were you fed demon blood as a child?"
"What?!"
She sighed. "There was a string of psychic children who were induced as children by being fed demon blood."
Eyes wide, her fingers curled into tight fists and she fought back a slew of angry curses in her head. Mostly because she knew Missouri could hear her. "Was Sam one of them?"
She shrugged. "I never got confirmation either way."
"Uhh, as far as I know... I was never fed demon blood."
"Then it's natural. It happens every once in a while."
Brows raised, she blinked a moment. "Like yours?"
She nodded. "Like mine."
This seemed to relax Anna slightly, but she still had questions. "How... how do I control it?"
"Practice. But most of the time you don't. You just get used to it."
"Great. This should be interesting, then."
"I suppose it will."
Standing up slowly, Anna bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck. "Uh, that's all I have. So, how much do I owe you?"
She rambled off her standard fee before getting up herself. "That's standard for all customers."
Pulling out her wallet, Anna paid Missouri in cash and started to head for the door. This was a lot to take in, even for her.
"Good luck, sweetie," Missouri sighed as she pocketed the money.
"Thank you, Missouri. And take care of yourself." Anna offered a grateful, but weak, smile as she exited the psychic's house and got into her car. It was going to be a long drive back to Manhattan.