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Supernatural: Some Extra Help.

Supernatural

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a part of Supernatural: Some Extra Help., by EganCatellan.

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EganCatellan holds sovereignty over Supernatural, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

http://www.cucirca.com/2009/06/21/watch-supernatural-online/

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Supernatural is a part of Supernatural: Some Extra Help..

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Chelsea Lambert [5] Vampire ^w^
Michael McPhee [4] Werewolf. >w>

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Michael opened his eyes slowly, taking in the smell of leather, letting out a tired yawn. He winced as he sat up, pain shooting down his back. "Dammit, again.." Spending every night sleeping in Dean's Impala made for a very sore neck, especially with all the bumps and turns. He quickly wiped off a puddle of drool he had made on the upholstery, dreading what Dean would have done to him if he saw it. He looked over at his sleeping girlfriend, Chelsea Lambert, brushing a hair out of her face slowly.

"How much longer do we have to wait? The picture's in that art show, right? Why don't we just go in and get it?" Michael asked, turning his attention to the two hunters in the front seats. Sam put down the newspaper he was reading, shifting in his seat to look back at him.

"We're coming up with a plan to get in there and get the picture. Patience is a virtue, Mike." Sam told him, making a tsk tsk noise and flicking his fingers at him like a scolding parent.

"Yeah, but it's also boring and leaves you with a very numb ass. I will go in there myself and steal the painting."

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Chelsea smiled softly, opening her eyes to the feling of her hair being moved from her face. She sat up trying to stretch out her back as best as she could. Being in the impala left almost no room for her. Especially with Michael in the back with her. Looking in the impala's rear view mirror she fixed her hair, yawning softly and rubbing Mike's arm.

"Now now you two. No fighting." She giggles softly, laying her head on Michael's shoulder. Michael, in her eyes was a stubborn headstrong man. Even though it could get them into trouble sometimes, she loved him for it.

"I agree, we need a plan. As much as I'd ove to see them shit themselves when you morph, a plan is needed." Shaking her head at his eagerness, she had a feeling it was just to get out of this bloody car. As much as it was a classic, and the music was great the pain from sitting in it for more then 4 hours at a time was killing her and Michael was even worse when it came to patience.

"Why don't we just find a hotel or bar to stay at and discuss? Get us out of this damn car."

"Hey! This car is a beauty!" Dean turned around and glared at her. Chelsea just laughed.

"It is, but my ass is so numb it could get chopped off and I wouldn't know it."

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Michael felt some tingles run through him from Chelsea's touch, leaning down and resting his head on top of hers. He always wondered how he had managed to get someone like Chelsea. Their past wasn't exactly normal. It wasn't normal in the slightest, actually. He had even been her slave at one point..

He frowned when he realized that everyone was ganging up on him, pouting and turning so he was looking out the window. He really hated to lose an arguement, but with Chelsea, it was inevitable.

"Fine. Let's find some place to crash. If we go to a bar, Dean, I swear if I wake up to you having sex on my bed again.."

"I thought the bed was empty! I already apologized!" Dean protested, Michael's only response being his middle finger. Being sat in this car for so long had made him very irritable.. And that was not a good thing for a werewolf.

"There's a bar less than two miles from here. Let's go crash there," Sam said, tugging Dean so he was facing out the front window again, having to use quite a bit of effort. None of them needed another Michael versus Dean fight. One of the two usually ended up with a few broken ribs.

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Chelsea lifted her head and looked at Michael, she never liked when he was upset as she felt bad too. She linked arms and purred to him softly, whispering things were fine. She held back a laugh remembering the night they were arguing about. It was an awful sight really, that poor girl ran screaming.

"Yes, please. I think all of us need a drink to relax." She had a headache and rubbed her temples, being in the car with 3 guys was bad enouogh but their arguing was making it worse.

"More like you need a drink to deal with his bitching." Chelsea glared at Dean and smacked him in the head.

"If I need a drink because of anyone's bitching it'd be because of yours." She smirked, leaning back and snuggling into Michael, mostly to keep him from attacking Dean. She looked out the window and smiled. It was a nice day out and she hoped it'd stay that way. If she could get through one day without the three of them getting into a fight it'd be a blessing.

"So what's so weird about this painting anyways?"

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Dean shifted the car into drive, pulling onto the road and driving off. Michael closed his eyes, listening to the hum of the engine. His fingers laced with hers slowly, squeezing her hand.

"In the past hundred years or so, whenever someone bought this painting, they ended up dying the exact same night. All in the exact same way too. Their throats were slit in their bed." Sam answered, completely blocking out Dean's whining. He was used to doing it.

"So, we figured that the painting is haunted by something. We need to get rid of it." Dean finished off for him, shoving a tape into the player. Then For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica started playing. Dean was many things, had many strange interests.. But he had a damn good taste in music.

Michael started singing under his breath, watching the sun in the sky. He didn't like arguing with Sam and Dean, but they weren't the same species.. It was easy for them to piss each other off. Especially when Dean tried to pull the superiority card, then Mike just wanted to punch him in the throat.

"Same drill as usual then? We find some bones to burn and torch them?"

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She smiled softly, and nodded. That was definitely weird, she remembered them saying it was of a family the night before. She shuddered at the thought, that painting must be really creepy if its of a kiler family. She smiled when Dean put in Metallica and started to sing along with Michael, though she sung louder then he did.

"Hopefully they weren't creamated." Some how that always the way it turns out and it's like a goddamn mission to find out how to kill it.

"Hey, are we almost there?" She was getting restless and it's not a good thing for her. She gets really moody when shes tired and hungry. She heard her stomach as it growled and sighed. She was hoping she wouldn't have to eat normal people food, but she had a feeling she might find someone to feed from. If not Dean, she knows that he doesn't like demons very much.

Chelsea looked over at Michael and half smiled. She didn't want to bother Dean, which meant she had to scare the shit out of some poor soul.

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Michael sat in silence the whole drive, thankfully it was only about five minutes. He had a tendency to go quiet whenever he was hunger or nervous.. Which almost always happened at the same time. Being hungry made him nervous.

He flew out the car as soon as it stopped, heading straight to the bar. Dean and Sam both watched him, eyes wide before shrugging it off. They were getting used to Michael's mood swings.

"If they were cremated, then all we gotta do is find something that belonged to them. Don't worry about it, we always pull through." Dean reassured her, giving her a pat on the back before following Mike inside.

Bars were always.. Loud and noisy, filled with sweaty drunks. This one was no exception. Mike had already found a table to sit at, relatively close to the back exit. He had picked up a lot of Sam and Dean's hunter habits.. One being always ready to run or fight, if he had to.

"Get him to calm down and try to have a little fun.. He's got a bigger stick up his ass than Sam does, and that's saying something," Dean whispered to her, giving a little wink and trotted off to the bar. He had set his sights on two girls that were already more than a little tipsy.. Hopefully getting one for Sam as well.

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Chelsea looked out the window the whole ride, she got excited when they pulled into the paring lot of the bar. She noticed that Mike was quiet for the rest of the ride, which means something was wrong. Dean seemed to have noticed too as he hinted to her to "cheer up" Mike. She blushed as he winked at her and sighed, shaking her head. She walked over to Michael and sat next to him and rubbed his leg a bit.

"You okay? You were quiet in the car, I know that means somethings up." She had a feeling he was hungry, as he usually get hungry more often then her.

"I'm starving, but I can't bug Dean, especially after the walking STD's he's talking to."

She looked around and shuddered at all the drunks that lookked at not only her, but many women like a dog and his bone. She could easily take them on but she worried about the others sometimes, though she'd never show it. For a moment she thought about feeding from one of the men, she shook her head and turned back to Mike. She would rather feed off a cat then one of those perverts.

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Michael blinked when Chelsea sat down next to him, placing a hand on top of hers. He could smell all the alcohol and sex in the air, and it made his nose crinkle. It smelled so bad..

"I'm dying for some food but I already checked our freezer box.. There's no raw meat in there." He complained, laying his head down against the cool table. He didn't get why the others always wanted to come to places like this.. They made him want to shoot himself.

"Why don't you just rob a blood doner truck or something?" He asked her, genuinely curious about why. "I mean, it would be easier than getting Dean to let your drink his blood every time."

One of the guys who locked over at Chelsea earned himself a cold glare from Mike, the drunk quickly turning his back on the two and head off to the other side of the bar.

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She tilted her head, and smiled at him. She had thought about robbing a blood donor truck before, but she didn't believe it was fair to the people who needed that blod to survive. She refused to take blood from people she didn't know, or people who were good.

"I don't like to take the blood from people who need it more then me." She smiled and rubbed the back of her head as he glared at someone off in the distance.

"Why don't you check the freezer here? I can distract anyone." She gave her best innocent and charming smile and laughed. She didn't like to brag a lot but she could get away with almost anything, if her looks didn't get it for her, her strength did.

"I'll just get him drunk and do it." She laughed again and shook her head. She could wait a while before she got really hungry and dangerous.

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Michael turned to look at her, resting his cheek on his hand. "I'm not going to steal from this place, besides, I can deal for at least another day." He said, flashing Chelsea a quick smile.

Sam ran over to the two of them, tripping over someone's chair and hitting the ground with a loud thump. When someone the size of a sasquatch face planted, it attracted everyone's attention. Mike laughed at him for just a second before helping him up to his feet, the large hunter dusting himself off.

"Well, that was embarrassing. I got something to show you guys!" He yelled, dropping a newspaper on the table. "Look, the art show's going to open up tonight. We can get inside and grab the painting."

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Chelsea nodded at Michael, she knew he could last for longer than this, but she was still worried. She smiled back and rubbed his hand, yawning. Being hungry made her tired and it was more of an annoyance then a problem.

She looked up when she heard a loud thud. Looking down she saw Sam and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Jeez Sam, watch where you're going much?" She flashed him an innocent smile and rubbed her eyes.

"Really? Do you think we could get in? Seems... Elite." She knew Mike or Sam would have some sort of plan, she was more of the shoot firt ask questions later type.