#xcinda

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Aiding & Abetting

What a fucking night.

First the hunt that just seemed to go sideways from the start. Simple salt and burn, right?

Nope.

The bitch was way stronger than Deanna was expecting and she put up a hell of fight and one chipped gravestone and three cracked ribs later, she was nice and toasty and Deanna was leaning on a tree and attempting to catch her breath.

And then there were sirens. Curse nosy suburbanites. 

Swearing, she hauled ass out of the cemetery and onto her bike, kickstarting it which made her ribs scream and she took off just as the cops were pulling up.

Thank fuck motorcycles were faster than cop cars or she’d truly be screwed. Out of this town, she was needing a place to lay low or else she’d be looking at jail time. Again.

Realizing she was sort of near where she’d met that fire witch the first time, she made a mad dash into the forests, stashing her bike and herself as deep as she could, covering it with leaves and branches so it wouldn’t catch the light of a flashlight or headlight. Groaning, she pressed herself against the tree and slid down, holding her ribs.

[text: Cute Witch] You wouldn’t happen to be in the area where we met last time, would you?

[text: Cute Witch] Fucked my ribs up and I need a place to lay low. Someone called the cops.

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"Morning After" (Dean and Cinda for reasons)

Send “Morning After” for our muses to wake up after a one night stand.

“That was... unexpected, but really good. Like damn. You wanna stay awhile today?”

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👫 ( now for Cinda and Deanna )

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Cinda is only the second girl Deanna allowed herself to have more than a fling with, and the first she’s had actual feelings for.

Cinda helped her dye her hair for the first time ever, they went with a super dark purple.

Deanna has researched Cinda’s patron goddesses thoroughly and if she’s been away for awhile, she’ll send a prayer their way to keep Cinda safe until Deanna comes back to her.

She’s kind of freaked out about ruining this, because it’s a first for her, and she’s never really seen anyone hunt and have a relationship.

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👫 (for Cinda and Dean)

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Dean likes bringing Cinda things he finds on hunts that he thinks she’ll like. Whether it be a crystal, or an old book or some wood that’s good for magic. He’s a bit like a crow and its shinies and its favorite human.

He trusts her with his life and regularly will ask her opinion on things that range from work matters to just whether to go with one food or another. She’s a solid, calming presence in his life and helps balance him in ways meds and therapy can’t.

Cinda is the only one Dean will speak in a Scottish accent with anymore. It’s easy with her and doesn’t carry the bad memories it would with anyone else.

Dean is convinced Cinda uses magic with her tea, because he enjoys a cuppa from her more than anywhere else

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"I miss you" (from Cinda)

Send me “I miss you” to know what my muse will say after 1 year, 5 years, then to 10 years after your muse’s death.

Year 1: “Why couldn’t it be that only a witch can kill another witch?”

Year 5: “Someone bought your shop. It’s an awful vegan ice cream place. There’s no you left there.”

Year 10: “That awful ice cream place burned down last week. Good to know your fire’s not out yet, lassie.”

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“Chu~” (from Cinda)

Send “Chu~” to give my muse a sudden quick peck on the cheek.

“What did I do?”

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Intervention

@fringexxelement

Dean was admittedly a bit at the end of his rope. Without the pain meds, Sam seemed fine, but he claimed to not be in pain. He was worried about his brother’s feet and legs healing up proper, so he’d asked Cinda for a salve that might speed things along. He hadn’t exactly explained the circumstances of why said salve was needed though.

She’d seemed very short with him, which was unusual, but he assumed it was probably because she was busy. Now he was simply waiting for her arrival, he’d cooked, but Sam had barely touched his portion and he had a plate waiting for Cinda along with a hot cuppa. It was the least he could do given what she was doing for him.

He about leaped to the door when there was a knock finally, undoing the lock and opening the door wide for her.

“Thanks for coming, Cinda. It’s a bit desperate.”

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Cinda's laughter echoes out. "I'm jus' cleaning th' mess the wee lassie made." Claudia beats him to the bathroom and starts tugging at the T-shirt turned paint smock and babble singing about bubbles.

Dean chuckles and joins his wee lil daughter, running the bath and putting in a generous amount of bubble solution as promised, making sure the water is nice and warm.

“Bubble wubble wubble, tub full of bubbles~”