After spending the better part of an hour on the phone with her sister Eva, Anna fled to her and Dean's hotel room to pack up whatever things she needed. Her blood was boiling, and all she could see was red. Blood. Violence. Destruction. She needed to kill something - someone - right now lest she explode from rage. What she was too angry to realize ( Read more... )

I'm on the next flight to New York City. I'll fly out to meet you whereever later.

"The job itself is pretty easy for you guys," Ruby said with a shrug. "It's for a friend of a friend ( Read more... )

I believe this makes four now. *pulls bandage off revealing Devil's Trap tattoo*

[Open to the Tijuana!Crew]She can't remember the last time her fingers touched the black and ivory keys of a piano, or even the last time they caressed her guitar strings. Her voice has forgotten what it's like to sing, and her heart has forgotten the warmth that comes with musical release ( Read more... )

[Locked from hasperkynipples]

Lying here, curled up in a hammock in the shade, the sounds of the ocean and the sun keeping us warm... cold drinks and slow, lazy kisses.

This, with him - right here, right now - is paradise. And I never want it to end.

After the eerie encounter with Isabella, Anna had done some much-needed reflecting on her new life and family. She knew the boys didn't like Christmas - there was a reason behind it, she was sure - but they were like family and she wanted to merge her families on the one day of the year where she most coveted her blessings ( Read more... )

[OOC: Dean Winchester hasperkynipples referenced with permission.]

YoungStrolling along the ocean shore in Tijuana, Anna sighed as she watched vacationing families interact around her. Her emerald sarong billowed against her legs while a slight breeze caught her bikini-clad body, providing a welcome comfort from the heat and sun beating down on her tiny frame. ( Read more... )

No, Dean didn’t have much. But as he glanced back at the table where his family was sitting- Sam, Bobby, Anna, everyone who was important to him at the moment- and he knew that what he did have was enough. He had people who cared about him, and he was doing good. And he wasn’t dead. He really couldn’t ask for much more than that ( Read more... )

We're here now, Sam. Shut up.