➳ the family business ; supernatural rp ; only guys

[khaleesi,]

Clary watched Dean suspiciously as she backed away towards her car. The Winchesters were bad news in her eyes, but then she saw Castiel appear, and she knew he was an angel. She then began to walk faster to her car, and she hopped in quickly, locking the doors. She did wonder about Dean asking her where his brother was. Hunter to hunter, she had no idea. She didn't keep track of other hunter's problems, but she had a very strange feeling that she would have a run in with the Winchesters again, and soon. Clary quickly pulled out of the diner parking lot and began to head down the road. The girl was heading towards Oklahoma to investigate in a job about some weird animal attacks. It sounded like a hunter's job to her.

;; we can have dean and clary run into each other again at another hunting job, if you want. ;;

[floki,]

{{ I will try to post soon, sorry....family problems, problems of my own, and I am in no mood to post long stuff. I will soon though...sorry.

[khaleesi,]

;; don't worry about it, westy. you are fine, take all the time you need, and i hope things get better. ;;

[floki,]

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crush; n/a || tagged; open

A wind blew through him quickly as Sammy Winchester stood on the corner of the street. The tall, moose like human huddled against it, his leather jacket tightly wrapped around him. His jeans stuck to his legs tightly, but also flapped around the harsh, wicked wind. With a great sigh, Sam took a few steps forward, wondering why in the world he was here. Why he was where he was, and that is when it hit him. He had to do the dirty work in researching. A title Dean had put on him, the researcher for all cases.

He gave a look of disgust. He hated when Dean did this to him. Always leaving him out of cases like this, always making him do the easy work and stay off the battle field. Although, he was much rather pick up a book then clean blood off the floor. Slowly he entered the tiny library in front oh him. As he walked into the dimly lit, one room library, the smell of musky books and mold blasted him. He wrinkled and nose, and brow from this very smell.

"Can I help you?" called a voice from the desk no more than a foot away from him. An elderly woman stood there, her glasses on the tip of her nose, and her sweater wrapped tightly around her. "Are you looking for anything particular?"

He only shook his head and went on searching for a book about the thing he was about to hunt.

[bubble9001]

((I'm terribly sorry, but I'm going to have to quit this roleplay. I've just have too many and lately I've been too busy for as many as I have.))