Well, hello, there. Gwen Charbonneau, charmed. You are, I mean. Kidding, nice to have you drop by. I'm a hunter, born and raised, and this damned leg o' mine isn't going to change that. Thirty-one year old part time bar wench at The Black Fox. Let me know if I can assist with anything, hm?
((Gwen is an independent, OC RP blog, built on the Supernatural fandom but will play with anyone who asks, although not always nicely! FC is Kaya Scodelario.))
M!A Status: None
It’s been 6 months since they first met. Six months of mutual companionship and hunting. They’d found Sam and Dean. A meeting that had included a relieved sigh from Castiel, a grope from Dean and a hard bitten retort from Gwen. Dean hadn’t bothered her - too much - since.
Now they’re sitting on the hood of the impala, Sam and Dean inside the motel, presumably asleep. Gwen hadn’t been able to. Castiel didn’t need to.
He made some half-joke about counting the stars. She replied with a fixed gesture, a flicked gaze, and a remark on the number of Dean’s freckles.
Two shocked eyes, lifted brows, and a trickling chuckle later and they found them selves, back pressed into the window and gazes fixed upwards.
“Wha’s that one called?”
“What would you like it to be called?”
“It doesn’t work like that.”
“It could.”
castheangelofthursgay-deactivat asked:
What made you take up hunting? What do you most like to hunt? Do you think you'll ever quit? What was your family like? Describe them. Who is your closest friend? Why are you close? What quality do you most value in others? Which quality do you most value in yourself? What is your favourite weapon of choice? Is Cas a hotty or what? What are your hobbies? When did you first start hunting? What is your most vivid memory? Why does it stand out?
1. What made you take up hunting?
It’s the family business, innit? My daddy and his daddy before him, and his daddy before him. When the second kid was born a girl too, my daddy jus’ decided that girls could hunt jus’ as well as boys, and here I am.
2. What do you most like to hunt?
Beasts. The ones that don’t resemble humans at all. Things like Wendigos, Rawheads… I’d even take on Uktena before a more human-lookin’ thing. It’s sickening, havin’ to kill somethin’ that was obviously human or human-like.
3. Do you think you’ll ever quit?
If I ever find a good man and settle down, maybe. But I’d still help out hunters if they ask for it, even if it’s just a free meal or somethin’.
4. What was your family like? Describe them.
My momma and daddy were both hunters, once. Momma works in an ER now, figured she’d put her medical knowledge to good use when she wasn’t patchin’ up Daddy and me. Daddy’s still a hunter. The three of us don’t get along so hot. My livin’ sister is Miranda, we’re like night and day. She’s quiet and keeps to the info side of things. She’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, apart from our late sister, Vivi.
I’d rather not talk about her.
5. Who is your closest friend? Why are you close?
I’d like to think Cas, but maybe Dean. Both o’ them have been there for me when life got rough, y’ know? We may not always see eye to eye, but we get along well enough.
6. What quality do you most value in others?
Loyalty. If you can’t be loyal to yer companions, you’re not worth anythin’.
7. Which quality do you most value in yourself?
The same.
8. What is your favourite weapon of choice?
I really like pistols. Like, really really like pistols. My favorite is a Smith and Wesson M&P22, which holds twelve rounds.
9. Is Cas a hotty or what?
I would ride that pony all the way around the corral.
10. What are your hobbies?
I guess you could say marksmanship and learning quotes.
11. When did you first start hunting?
I first started training when I was six. I went on my first solo hunt when I was sixteen.
12. What is your most vivid memory? Why does it stand out?
Pass.
((I am actually having feels for the first version of Gwen (this is version number four or five). THAT’S NOT OKAY
@castheangelofthursgay
((aaa no i’m okay and Gwen is still alive and kicking <3 also nesting!Cas omg
“Exactly so,” Gwen confirmed, pushing the bill back towards her guest. “We have plenty-a payin’ customers, don’t you mind that. And I know most hunters don’t have nice easy ways of gettin’ money like we do.” She lowered her voice, knowing that another hunter could be trusted not to tattle on such a small matter. “Dean used to do credit card scams and the like, you know, applyin’ under a false name. Mad stuff.”
Tuesday grinned. “Well I won’t say we do exactly that, but…we don’t do things much farther from that.” She chuckled. “And then there’s hustling a few dudes at pool and poker. Gets ‘em every time.” She pocketed the bill with yet another smile. “Much obliged, Gwen. Really.”
“Don’t mention it!” She insisted, eyes dancing. “Oh god, hustlin’. They really don’t think that girls can play, even when proven. The number of times someone called luck on me, lord have mercy.” She held one hand up as if taking a solemn vow, then laughed. “If you ever need anything, whether a hand in a hunt or a meal or a friend, I’ll be here, all right? Hunters gotta stick together, so few of us as there are.”
Cas allowed the small grin to spread across his face as he was reminded once again just how quick to jump Gwen was. He felt privileged to be able to see her again, let alone attend an outing with her. One that didn’t require shot guns and salt rounds. While a regular ‘bar run’ wasn’t exactly in his area of comfort he was willing to attend if the time could be spent catching up with an old friend. The Angel watched as she exchanged brief conversation with the man behind the counter. Hesitating almost when she asked his preference. What was a large? Mixed drink? He knew the bare basics, never really paying attention to what it was exactly he was being supplied with. “Uh, no, no. That’ll be fine. I’m quite unsure of what exactly a mixed one would entail.” He would at the point just go with whatever sort of drink was tossed at him, as usual.
Eyes scanning about the bar, he spotted at least a few open tables worth occupying. For such an early time in the night he was taken back by the amount of patrons finding refuge in the small bar. “Will this one do?” He moved towards one that was more so off to the side, in case whatever conversation they had were to turn to the more strange, they wouldn’t have any sort of eaves dropper.
Gwen laughed quietly at his hesitation, and then what seemed like distrust of a mixed drink. She loved the guy, really she did, but sometimes it amazed her how little he knew about human society. Really, he could heal, was nigh invincible, and could cast spells she had only dreamt about, but god forbid you ask him to pick an alcohol. She made a note to find out his knowledge of humans and expand upon it, for his own sake. Starting, of course, with alcohol.
She looked at the table he indicated, nodding her approval. “Looks perfect t’ me.” She took her seat semi-gracefully, tugging her jacket off and setting it on the ground near her feet. “Jesus, it’s been far too long,” she groaned, stretching one arm over her head. She had missed the angel, more than she thought fit to say, though she was sure he could see it in her eyes. Damn him, he always seemed to know what she was thinking, whether it was spikes of fear and adrenaline on hunts or that the cop at the end of the bar had a nice ass. “What’ve you been up to, hon? How long’s it even been, I’m so bad with time…”
+thebarkeep
“Anyone tell you ye’re a jerk?” She grinned before downing half of it. She blinked hard, looking back at the glass. “Carrot… and somethin’ sweet. And if you’ve put alcohol in, it’s very well hidden.”
“It’s hidden in the liquor cabinet. You’re on the job.” He snatched the glass back. “Honey and carrot juice. And a dash of grenadine. Just enough to wake you up.”
“Ah, can’t blame a girl for tryin’,” she teased. “It’s good, really. P’r’aps a bit light on honey, but I like sweet things.”
“Just mind yourself, is all. And thanks.” He turned the glass around in his hand before rinsing it. “Could have sworn I’d made this recently. Not sure how long it’s been.” More ingredients on the back table, another glass to fill. “Seen any sign of those rowdy Winchesters, lately?”
“Recently could be the past five years, knowing you,” she reminded him absent-mindedly, not knowing she was only somewhat right. “O’ course I’ve seen the boys. They didn’t go on the last trip with me, but it’s only been a few days. I think they’re in Minnesota, or Missouri. Somethin’ like that.”
+thebarkeep
“I ceased being amazed a while back, lord. The bounds of human stupidity is endless.” She looked at the drink dubiously, picking it up and eyeing it at a closer range. “That sure is bright. What all’s in it?”
“I’d tell you, but that would be telling. Now try it.”
“Anyone tell you ye’re a jerk?” She grinned before downing half of it. She blinked hard, looking back at the glass. “Carrot… and somethin’ sweet. And if you’ve put alcohol in, it’s very well hidden.”
“It’s hidden in the liquor cabinet. You’re on the job.” He snatched the glass back. “Honey and carrot juice. And a dash of grenadine. Just enough to wake you up.”
“Ah, can’t blame a girl for tryin’,” she teased. “It’s good, really. P’r’aps a bit light on honey, but I like sweet things.”
