#iadwrp

Renee, like usual, had stuck back at the motel to gather information. Researching away, gathering as much info as she could possibly handle, she waited for Dean to get back. She sighed through her nose, nibbling on her lip as she read the news article over again. This case was strange, even for a hunter. She knew it wasn't a 'Yaga, nor a Dragon, or a flippin' Windago. 

She let out an irritated noise, throwing her notebook across the room. She slouched back into the chair, her mother's voice (which had been layered in a thick Minnesotan accent) had gone through the back of her mind, saying: 'Slouching insn't lady like!'

"Screw being lady like," she mumbled, soon burping after, "I can slouch and be a lady still..." 

All Renee wanted to do was to get some pie...Or cry. In that order. 

She leaned further back in the chair she was in, having it balance on the back legs. She whistled and then lost her balance, falling right on her ass. 

Fairah was walking through an alleyway when she saw a beautiful 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Holy fuck I've gotta have that car" Fairah said happily.

She walked over to the Impala with her jaw slack, red eyes wide because she had never seen a car more beautiful than the jet black beauty in front of her. Then she grabbed her handy little portable slim jim out of her huge beaten up old over the shoulder purse. Just as she slipped the slim jim in between the driver side door and the window she heard someone walk up behind her. Fairah quickly turned around trying to hide the evidence of what she had just been doing. 

"You have a very beautiful car.." she said with and awkward smile, and a nervous laugh. 

1st person gets to tie my muse down and do whatever they like with them.

"I am slightly afraid of this...."

((I know I owe plenty of replies! I have most of them saved in my drafts, but if I didn't tag you in this post, please let me know! My vacation was unfortunately a trip from hell and wasn't very relaxing. It feels good to be back home, though now I am busier with school being in session again. I won't be as active as I was in the past, but I'll do my best!

Anyway, I'm going to make a list for everyone I owe:

askthejanesmith (x3) (though I think some of our threads may be close to wrapping up)

cookiebakinghunter (x2)

i-am-deanwinchester

irebelledxforthis

mrsbeckyrosen-winchester

nobilis-monstrum

sammysprotector

shinyblackchevrolet (x2)

thextruexmonster

worsethanconjoined

I'm assuming this is for the AUs thing?

2 - Coffee Shop!AU: One of our characters works in a coffee shop and the other has a crush on them. They come in all the time for coffee even though they don’t drink it. One day they are approached by their crush and they get talking.

1.  My muse has just been in a major car accident. Your muse is on the scene, shocked to see who is in the destroyed car.

Castiel was driving in a car that didn’t belong to him. No it wasn’t the Impala, but it was someone’s car, well the rental’s place owned it, but still. It wasn’t his. He was just pissed, pissed at himself, pissed at Dean, pissed at the world. It was one of their first fights since they started being whatever the hell they were, and even though he couldn’t remember what it was about; he knew he had the right to be mad.