[Location: Bobby Singer's House]
Anna Milton sat on the roof to Robert Singer's front porch, her shoes and socks off, her bare feet sticking just off the edge of the roof. Her overcoat was off, her log hair tied back in a sloppy ponytail. It'd been several days since she knew. After her almost violent accusation of Castiel, who had no idea what was going on. She'd spoken with Dean on binging on booze and chocolate and after nearly four days of just...sitting in random spots in the city, she decided that it was a chocolate and liquor day.
Having stopped at a hatch, she grabbed a picnic basket, filling it with the items she'd requested. She'd Nightcrawler'd to Bobby Singer's house, having an affinity to it, after all that had happened there.
So there she sat. Shoes off, feet hanging off the edge of the roof. Slowly working on a Hershey bar.
((ooc: Btw, ttly got permission from Bobby-mun to have it be here. His place being off-limits to the public and all.))
Having stopped at a hatch, she grabbed a picnic basket, filling it with the items she'd requested. She'd Nightcrawler'd to Bobby Singer's house, having an affinity to it, after all that had happened there.
So there she sat. Shoes off, feet hanging off the edge of the roof. Slowly working on a Hershey bar.
((ooc: Btw, ttly got permission from Bobby-mun to have it be here. His place being off-limits to the public and all.))