s a l t && SILVER b u l l e t s [Supernatural] O/A

Yes?

Yes	78.6%	[ 11 ]
no	21.4%	[ 3 ]
Total Votes:			[ 14 ]

[Khaleesi Feels You]

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Hello all, and welcome to Salt and Silver Bullets.

The Jameson sisters are together again and on their first hunt since their reunion. Vampires, a huge nest. Sounds like fun right? Hah! Here they are in the tiny town of Holly Springs, Georgia, voted one of the safest towns in all the U.S and now they've got vampires. Ain't that just peachy?
The girls have just arrived and it looks like they're not the only ones who've gotten wind of the hunt. And maybe there's a clue in this town about that special journal?

Let's check into a tiny motel and get some greasy food and get some info on the locals guys!




Location:
__________ Holly Springs, Georgia.


Time:
__________ 2:25 P.M


Weather:
__________Cool and clear


Season:
__________Fall


Hunting:
__________ Vampire Nest

[especially zefron]

The South was Alder's least favorite place in America. However, traveling across the country was part of the job description. At least he was in good company. "Shasta," he called across the motel room. "It seems like the nest is pretty new, considering how sloppy they're getting with their kills, don't you think? They seem to gather a lot of their vics from bars and restaurants on 6th Street. Probably means their nest is close by somewhere." Alder got up and paced for a minute before settling on looking out the window to a scenic view of an old parking lot. He was getting so sick of motels.

"Do you have any experience with vampires?" He asked his partner. "Just making sure. I didn't want to go in there guns blazing before I figured out we weren't prepared." Alder was the youngest child in his family. Everyone was always protecting him, no matter how annoying it was. Now the roles were reversed. He was the one responsible for someone else. And as stressful as it was, he loved it. It felt kind of like being a parent, as far as he could tell. Training someone felt so rewarding as he saw Shasta grow as a hunter. She came in with a lot of potential and was making leaps and bounds in her skill set. He wouldn't say so, but he was proud of her. He listened to Shasta talking as he sat on the bed next to his unopened bag of belongings. Clothes, toiletries, weapons. Just the usual.

After her little speech, Alder stood and stretched. "We'll do a little training in a bit. We have time before we go in for the kill. I feel so restless from the car ride over so I'm gonna go for a run. He rubbed his face before looking back at Shasta. "Care to join me?" He stood at the open window again. At least this time of year the weather in Georgia was bearable. "I'm not saying it wouldn't benefit you for training. Or maybe I just like the company." He gave her a half smile.

Alder didn't like to have music while he exercised. He preferred to have solely his thoughts fill his mind. He paced his way through the motel parking lot and saw a familiar looking car. However he couldn't quite put his finger on why, which made him feel uneasy. The Jamesons? Possibly. Probably not. Lots of people have that car. He ran up and down the street for about ten minutes.

With super strength, super speed, and immortality, vampires definitely had the advantage. He thought about how he was going to train Shasta in secret. It would be hard to pretend to be a vampire she could cut the head off of. Alder circled his way back to the motel room for some light working out. The musty motel carpet wasn't ideal for crunches but there weren't many other options really.

He breathed out. "Awesome," He felt like s**t but working out was was worth the benefits. He took a quick shower. "Shasta, it's time for training. Afterwards, what do you say we find out way to 6th Street for beer and a bite?"



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[queen beetch]

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• Being farsighted was annoying. She hated needing glasses for reading a book, or using a computer, but then not needing them when she looked away from whatever she was looking at up close. Okay, maybe hate was a strong word. It was extremely annoying to look away from a book at someone that was talking and finding them blurry because she'd forgotten she was wearing her glasses. Currently, Tempest was lounging on the bed she'd claimed in the crappy little motel room reading a book. She didn't want to think about the hunt at the moment. She didn't usually think about things seriously until the last moment, so why start now? Alamo was snuggled up against her side with his head on her chest. He made soft snoring sounds as he slept. Tempest glanced down at her dog and smirked slightly before looking back to the page in her book. Her eyes scanned the page quickly to figure out where her spot was. She easily went back to reading once she'd found her place.
  
  It wasn't until Alamo woke up and lifted his head to look at her that she put her book down. He whined softly at her and Temps smirked at him slightly. The dog got to his feet and shook his body sending the bed shaking slightly. Alamo whined again as his tail began to wag slowly. "Alright, alright," she said easily as she set her book down and took her glasses off to set them down on top of her book. Alamo jumped down off the bed and moved toward the door. Tempest, on the other hand, got off the bed, grabbed her shoes, and put them on. She tied her shoes quickly and grabbed Alamo's leash from where she had put it down on the little table in the room. She didn't bother with actually attaching the leash to his collar. Alamo was well enough trained to know better than to wander away from her side unless she said it was okay. Tempy grabbed the key for the motel room and a tennis ball as she made her way over to the door. She pulled it open and nodded at Alamo so that he would go through. Temps followed after him and closed and locked the door behind her.
  
  As she walked away, with Alamo at her side, she realized that she probably should have left a note for Piper so that she would know where she was. She wasn't going to turn around now. She could just text her after all. As the pair got to Tempest's Jeep Wrangler she stopped and leaned against the hood as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She slid her finger across the screen to unlock it and opened a message to Piper.
  
  To: Pipes
  From: Tempy
  Message: Just an FYI, I'm taking Al for a walk. We'll be back later.
  
  Once she was sure the message had sent she pushed herself off the hood of her Jeep and started walking again. As the two walked she found herself wishing she'd grabbed her sun glasses. Oh well. At least it wasn't too ungodly hot outside. That was the good thing about fall in the south. It was actually bearable temperature wise. Tempest brushed a few wisps of hair, that had come out of her messy bun and untucked themselves from beneath her bandana, back behind her ear as she walked down the street with Alamo. The big black dog trotted along happily at her side, glad to finally be stretching his legs after his nap.
  
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She got a body like an hourglass, but I can give it to you all the time
She got a booty like a Cadillac, but I can send you into overdrive
You've been waiting for that, stop, hold up, swing your bat
See anybody could be good to you,
You need a bad girl to blow your mind, yeah

[Vixen Athena]

L Y S A N D E R
"I heard from god today, and she sounded just like me."
"I saw the devil today, and he looked a lot like me."




xxx Lysander would most definitely have to say he was more of a desert sort of guy; there was just something about walking out into humidity after a nice long shower and feeling completely disgusted that ruffled his figurative feathers the wrong way. The only thing Georgia had going for it, at least in his books, was the scenery. It was beautiful, in its own way albeit that beauty did come with a large side of bugs and not-knowing-what-exactly-was-watching-you-from-behind-that-green-wall. Lysander was sure that a lot of his opinions of the state came from his time as a child when his father was stationed back at Fort Benning. The base itself wasn't all that interesting for someone like him, the people he found himself surrounded by were the spouses of enlisted members...whom he believed were more more interested in everyone else's business than doing something productive with their time.It would seem that even as a kid Lysander didn't care too much for the people he found himself around.

xxx He had the money on him, this time, to afford something better and almost followed through with that idea. Unfortunately the better the place, the better the security and the better the security the higher the chances of him being tracked...by both humans and supernatural. He wasn't stupid, he knew that there were some creatures out there who used the internet as much as he or any other human. It was open, easy to access and had everything you could ever want to know and more... and anyone could post anything on it pretty easily. Meaning: you could cover your tracks or throw garbage out there to confuse someone hunting you.

xxx He hadn't actually intended to end up down in the South, but he was merely a couple of hours north of here when he happened across what was going on down in little ol Holly, Ga. His to-do list had been growing dust the last couple months, he hadn't caught any word about anything that had to do with his family or Clementine and those pair of witches he had run into a couple months back had retreated out of his immediate reach. Aka: He hadn't the vaguest idea where the hell they were but would make you believe otherwise. Lysander also didn't want to pester Wren anymore than he had after losing sights of the witches, he didn't 'intend' to annoy her. It just, apparently, came natural and whether she liked it or not she was now his responsibility...at least in his mind. But could you blame him? He had grown up with a younger sibling, female type, then ended up in a job where he worked with one constant partner. Sometime during his travels Wren had just morphed into that younger sister slash partner and that meant that he had to look out for her...or at the very least make sure she answered her phone.

xxx Lysander immediately regretting stepping outside earlier in the day when he decided to go for a run and scope out the area.

xxx And as he sat in the nearby McDonald's he dreaded knowing he would have to go back out there.

xxx As he predicted the jog back was dreadful but simply knowing there was a shower waiting for him when he returned was more than enough motivation to convince him to make it back.

xxx Mentally cursing anyone listening up above Lysander came to a slow walk as he neared the motel he rented out. It was only now, with the sun up and him being a little more attentive to the things he was looking at did he notice a familiar vehicle parked in the front and a retreating figure. Look at what the dog dragged in. He chuckled to himself as his eyes drifted over the black blob walking alongside the familiar female and he smirked . Literally in this case. He wasn't stupid, anyone and everyone in their line of business knew of the girls, their family...and depending on who you asked their curse. Wolff may not have been in the hunting business his whole life like the girls but he had come across his fair share of hunters and their stories. Through them he learned of the seemingly Legendary Hunters who fought everything in the books and even the apocalypse itself. One of which turned into the very thing they hunted the other kept the family business... in business.

xxx After a moment of contemplation Wolff found himself walking over to the female in question, the female he hadn't seen since some of his 'earlier' hunts. " I have this sneaky suspicion that this isn't a coincidence." He stated walking on the other side of Alamo, nothing against the dog he had nothing but nice things to say about the animal. He just didn't do dogs, namely the supernatural sort... whom in some cases could pose as said loyal animal. He wanted to say more, give a greeting of some sort or even ask where it was her counterpart was.

xxx For where the was one, the other was surely near.

xxx But besides sharing a few of his earlier hunts together, which the both of them managed to survive...obviously. They weren't exactly what he would dub as close, or what he would believe others would dub as close. He knew one thing for sure though...

xxx If the Jamesons were in town, trouble was but a hopscotch away.



"I'm on the wrong side of heaven..."
"...and the righteous side of hell."

[Khaleesi Feels You]

❝ I'm the perfect stranger
Who knows you too well. ❞
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Meanwhile in Lebanon, Kansas

Soft kisses, a handsome smile, the bluest eyes, his love... that's all she knew. He made her weightless, gave her the sweetest feelings. She loved him, so so much. She never wanted to leave their bed, wanted to stay and stay forever. Perhaps if she closed her eyes and got as close to him as possible she could-

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEE-

Wren's eyes snapped open and she all but threw her phone in attempt to stop the blaring alarm. When she finally got it off she looked up. Her hair was flat on one side and sticking up in all manners on the other and from what she gathered, she'd fallen asleep at her desk. She groaned softly and stretched. This was really not good for her back or neck or well any joint in her body. When her neck cracked and her joints popped she gave a satisfied grunt and finally pushed herself up out of the chair. There were notes and books surrounding her little area and the book she'd apparently fell asleep on had just the tiniest bit of drool. Lovely.

With a shrug she stepped over the mess and made her way upstairs and too her bathroom. She took one look at her hair and face and stripped her clothing off pulled off that pink wig and turned on the hot water. The shower was relaxing enough and soothed her sore neck. When she was clean she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself and walked to her room.
Once there she dropped the towel and rummaged through her drawers till she found a shirt and a pair of shorts as well as her unmentionables. She made quick work of getting dressed before grabbing the towel once again and going at her hair. When she felt it was dry enough she headed back to the bathroom, brushed it through, and braided it until she could pin it up nicely. When that was done she grabbed the wig and fitted it over her head. When it was secure she did up half of one side before leaving the bathroom.

It was time to get out of here.

While the bunker was all well and good, sometimes Wren just needed to get away. That's why she'd secured herself a little one bedroom in a quiet part of town. No one really bothered her as long as the rent was on time and she kept to herself. Which she did. Anyway its not like she was even in the apartment much anyways. Mostly it was just a hideout for other hunters who were passing through and wanted a free place to stay. She didn't let anyone who wasn't a Jameson into the bunker so the apartment was a nice alternative.
She slipped her feet into her shoes, grabbed her bag and laptop and her most needed notes and walked out to her car. She made sure to lock up first of course.

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When she finally got to her apartment she dropped her stuff on the table and headed straight for the fridge. When she opened it she quickly found out that the last ones who stayed here hadn't bothered to restock. she huffed in annoyance. "Bastards," she grumbled, shutting the door and going to her take out drawer. It was the afternoon so she could get away with Chinese. She called and placed her order. She had the distinct feeling someone was in the room with her and when she turned around she nearly jumped out of her skin. "CAS! You scared the s**t out of me," she complained, one hand over her heart. He frowned at her. "That doesn't sound sa-" "Not literally, so not literally!" He merely nodded before looking around the tiny apartment. It was clean and sparsely furnished and he'd been there a handful of times. When he looked back at her he looked concerned. "Are you ok? I planned to come earlier to check on you," he said.

While she always found his concern sweet, the man who called himself her father was kind of weirdly annoying when it came to the who protective thing. Still she gave him a small smile. "I'm fine," she told him, earning a small nod. She gave a soft sigh , just as there was a knock on the door.

She raised a brow. They never got here that fast. She slowly made her way over to the door and opened it. On the other side was a professional looking woman. Tall, blonde, and hot. Wren looked her up and down for a moment before taking note that not only did she look proffessional, she looked like a fed. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "You're not the delivery man," she said accusingly. She gave a quick look over her shoulder and saw that Cas was gone and rolled her eyes. Of course. When she looked back at the woman she leaned against the door frame. "Can I help you?"

[Fever-Induced]

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Sonya was tired. Driving long distances always made her drowsy and a touch irritable, no matter how much caffeine she pumped into her body. She blinked wearily at the road and flexed her fingers around the steering wheel, thinking, Driving wouldn't be an issue, if I had partner to split it with. Apparently her last partner had an issue with the fact that she enjoyed the company of women, and couldn't stand to work along side a "dyke with a death wish" as so eloquently put. Sonya wasn't sure what had happened to said ex-partner, but she was quite positive they were no longer in the line of duty and most likely now stuck behind a desk as a pencil pusher. The thought made her briefly smile.

Her smile only grew when Peanut sneezed from his precarious perch, sprawled leisurely across the entire dashboard, soaking up the sun rays. The cat was always able to cheer up his loving mother, even as he bleary glaned at her without even raising his head. Sonya gave a quiet laugh, "No worries bud, soon we'll be in Lebanon. You'll have to stay close though okay? No wandering off, we might have to jet," she cooed at him. The orange cat meowed as if he understood and rolled himself off the dash, landing gracefully on the passenger seat, stretching himself to lap from the cup of water resting in the cup-holder. Sonya reached out and stroked her fingers through his soft fur, taking delight in the way he immediately began to purr.

It was only ten minutes later when Sonya pulled over and shifted into park. She grabbed the notepad from her jacket pocket and double checked the address, glancing across the street for confirmation. She was indeed at the right place. The detective opened her car door and took a moment to stretch out her sore back and cramped legs. She ducked back inside long enough to grab her blazer and pour some dry cat food into a plastic bowl. "Here you go, Peanut," she murmured, stroking over his back, "Don't get into trouble, I'll be back shortly." Sonya nudged the door shut while slipping into her jacket and checked both ways before strutting across the street in her heels. It had taken some time to learn how to run in them, but a short time after her divorce she had decided to dress better, even while on the job. So she had spruced up her professional attire into something much more aesthetically pleasing.

A quick glimpse at her watch told her that it was about half past two. Hopefully the woman on the apartment lease wasn't at work or out on the town. Constantly being aware of your surroundings was a needed skill set for an FBI Agent. And a good skill for anyone in this kind of an area, where the homes were less-than perfect and people lingered on porches, staring with narrowed eyes. Sonya made eye contact with enough authority for gazes to be averted quickly. Once standing in front of the door clicked the bell, wondering if it would even ring. When she heard no chime through the door Sonya raised her hand and knocked firmly. She turned away from the door slightly, hands drifting into her pockets as she took another sweep of the area.

The squeak of wood drew her attention back to the door, an automatic, professional smile gracing her features, until it dimmed slightly at the sight of the woman standing there. Shortly cropped pink hair styled in a punk fashion, bu tit was a wig, a good one at that, only noticeable to those who were always suspicious as Sonya was. The younger woman was wearing incredibly short denim shorts and a crop top with a logo that had her eyebrow lifting ever so slightly in amusement. Too focused on looking the attractive female up and down, Sonya forgot to introduce herself as a true professional would.

Her lips slowly curled up in the corners as she chuckled lowly, "Correct, I'm definitely not a delivery man." She opened her mouth to introduce herself, but the pink-haired woman cast a glance over her shoulder, drawing Sonya's attention into the house, though she couldn't see much at all. The detective gave her most charming smile, "Well, I'm hoping that you can. You might be able to answer some questions for me. I am Agent Miller," she shifted the lapel of her blazer, flashing the metal FBI badge clipped onto her belt near her right hip. Doing so did not reveal her concealed weapon, though there was a noticeable bulge at the left side, a telling sign that she was packing. Another hidden accessory was the handcuffs, neatly tucked into place at the small of her back by the belt. "Eye witness accounts say two sisters stop by and stay here frequently. You happen to know anything about that, Miss?" She tilted her head just slightly, taking a pen and small pad from her inside coat pocket and flipping it open to a clean page, to write down what the woman had to say.