#hunterwithablog

Um... hello again. I've been on hiatus for around 3 years, I think. I've just got a lot of free time. (Only for a short while, though.)

I thought I could maybe get back into role-playing a little. The last time I did this, I got pretty overwhelmed and I realize I took on too many threads. So, I will be handling things a bit different this time. It's not you guys, I promise. I'm just sensitive to certain things and I thought I'd set up some ground rules, first.

I haven't watched S15 fully. I'm on the verge of finishing it, though. I will let you know when I am. So, this is a pre S15 blog.

I will limit the number of people I rp with at a time. So, if I say I can't rp with you, it's nothing personal. I just wanna set my limits.

This time, I thought I'd decide to NOT rp with OC's. I found that things could get pretty out of hand very easily. I'm not trying to be rude but I'd just prefer canon characters for now.

As it was before, I do NOT rp any kind of smut.

If you have multiple rp blogs, that's awesome. But please don't ask me to rp with more than one character. Like I said, I get overwhelmed pretty easily.

I'm down with any ship, whatsoever. I do NOT ship wincest, though. So, I will not be rp-ing that. Please ask me if I'm cool with other ships too.

I will NOT be rp-ing in dm's. All rp threads will be posted.

It had been a few days that Cas had been gone from the bunker, in search of God again. He was starting to feel a little hopeless about it but he knew God was still out there and he had to be listening or at least watching. He had to know of their situation with Jack losing his soul by now. Castiel couldn’t fathom why He wasn’t offering any sort of help with Dean and Sam unable to do anything about Jack’s lack of a soul. 

During this particular solo adventure, however, he had come upon a situation in the town he’d found himself in. Luckily, it wasn’t far from home. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed up Sam. Even though he was sure Dean would probably be up for a hunt right about now he felt maybe Dean should be resting. In his own opinion, anyway.

"Well? Any luck?" The hunter asked hurriedly walking into the room which was now strewn with magical objects and ingredients. It's only occupant: a some hundred year old witch.

"Location spells may be easy, Samuel, but they're delicate all the same. Care and precision must be used-", Rowena began one of her rants which Sam, thankfully, cut off.

"Yeah. We know. Witchcraft is hard. Now, just please, find her." He said, with his best 'puppy dog' look. He had to find Rosemary and if charming Rowena in a cliché manner was the way to go, then that's the way he was gonna go. She pursed her lips and nodded, working on the spell.

Soon, a glowing dot on the globe she had in her hand, told Sam where his girlfri- was she? They did fight and she did leave. And now, he hears she's pregnant. Things were complicated between them. But it didn't matter. All he needed was to make sure she was okay. Relationship problems could come later.

Sam took a good look at the location and nodded. "Alright, thanks Rowena. I owe you one." He said, dashing out the door in the same pace he walked in.

"Of course you do, dear." Rowena sighed.

He got in his car and drove. It was the middle of the night but he had to get to her. He just had to.

Music blaring on the speakers, Sam drove in a recklessly high speed. For some reason, he disregarded the penalties of being so carefree. Weirdly that was the only word he'd use to describe himself right now. As if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Having reached the motel where he and his current girlfriend were staying he parked and very nearly hopped out of the car. He didn't know if 'girl friend' was the right term but he knew she was committed to him and according to Samuel it was only decent that he do the same.

Uh... I'm gonna quote my good friend, Eileen, for this one.

Indeed, this demon had been unusually careless and Sam Winchester was hot on her trail. He hadn't come to town, searching for her. They were here on a case. But upon catching sight of a demon, Sam decided to handle this on his own and track her down. Surely, she had done something wrong? Isn't that what demons do? They were monsters, after all.

That's what Sam kept telling himself as he sat in a corner of the diner they were in. He was stealthy when he wanted to be, despite his distinct disadvantage. He observed her go about her day without a care in the world. She was unusually mundane, he would put it. He almost let second thoughts pester him. Not tonight, no. He said, determined to prove himself as he drew out his angel blade, preparing to follow her out.

"I know who you are, AJ", Sam called, slowly edging closer to the voice. He kept talking to distract him. "Castiel told me all about you. He told me to find you before anyone else did."

He put his blade inside his jacket, as a sign of affability. "I'm here to help, alright? And since you seem to trust me, what do you say you come out, and we can figure this out." He said, looking around for any sign of movement. He knew the other meant no harm. Castiel had already briefed Sam on him. He just wanted Sam to bring him to the bunker, safe.