#hellsmother

"Except...not...really."

with @hellsmother

Dean Winchester was panicking. Just hours before, his brother had been perfectly fine, and now, he was lying in his bed, squirming like a worm, and sweating profusely, as he stood in the room, accompanied by the angel, Castiel, who had tried a few times to heal him, but had failed in the end. That was, however before they had figured out what wad the matter with him.

Only hours ago, they had been informed about some evil witches practicing some shady magic, and Castiel had recalled one of them muttering something to the tallest Winchester brother, deducing that he had been cursed.

"Damn it!" Dean was doing his best to try and stay calm, but obviously that was a tremendous failure, at least at first, once he took a deep breath, he tried to think. "Okay..curse needs a counter curse...we don't have one..." Running his fingers through his hair, he suddenly knew who to call.

          Speaking in tongues in my ( blood-red ) lipstick                 I'm all fucked up in my Sunday best — !

Why were there so many beings that had to attempt to find ways to bypass Death?  It was nothing new and had been occurring for just about as long as the Pale Horseman had existed, yet it was still annoying.  Most mortals’ attempts were embarrassing failures that could be slightly amusing to Death.  The Winchesters and Rowena though were some of the most irritating ones in his field.  At least Rowena seemed to try to avoid drawing the Horseman’s attention to herself unlike the two brothers.  There was no real escaping Death’s attention though.  

@hellsmother​ sent:  "The protection didn't work, okay?! Now we're having a baby!" (For Gabriel)

Baby RP Starters!| Accepting

   It was weird enough living in this underground bunker which could fit a ton more people than were actually living down there, but now there was a bunch of people coming and going, most of which Hadley had been convinced were enemies. She wasn’t a hunter, but she researched as much as she could in order to help her brothers, and she was sure that Crowley was a demon (a bad guy, right?), and this woman was his mother so naturally that would make her a bad guy as well?

   Yeah, she had no idea.

It was always on the back of Missouri’s mind... her deal. In exchange for her soul she could stay alive. The devil, king of hell, whatever he called himself had said the Winchester boys were still alive and she knew she couldn’t die yet. 

A stroke wasn’t going to stop her from seeing those boys, from protecting them. She had made John a promise, and with all that was going on - Leviathans, the up in demon posessions, angels falling, she was going to find a way to stick around for as long as possible. 

With that being said it had been years and the boys well... she never heard from them. She was worried, and determined to find them if they weren’t going to find her but she needed more time. Her clock was running out and coming down to her final years and Missouri was getting desperate, she needed a way to extend her time... a way to void this contract but keep her life and she may have finally found one.

Although most of her hunter contacts were long gone, dead or missing, she still had a few loyal ones. Hunters that she had built a bond with and were willing to help her out. They had given her the name of Rowena, a witch, but also the apparent mother of Crowley.

Missouri thought to herself, _‘if she was his mother do I summon her like a demon... no she’s a witch I’m sure Isabel would know how to find her’. _With that thought Missouri went through her phone, scrolling until she found Isabel’s name. A witch, someone who had been around many circles in her life time that Missouri had befriended. The phone rang and after some conversation, reading exchanges, and the discussion of a recent recipe try, Missouri got Rowena’s last known number. 

Deep questions for God? || Accepting