|Anna Milton [supernatural] (ofanangel) wrote in ridgewayresort,|
@ 2011-06-17 06:40:00
|Entry tags:||anna milton|
WHO: Anna & Captain Jack
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: Anna's room
WHAT: no idea
Anna had gotten out of bed once today. She got up to shower. That was about it. She really didn't have any reason to get out of bed. Aiden was still with Crowley, the ghosts of her siblings were still wandering around telling her what an abomination he was, and she was tired of dealing with it. She turned up the TV and ate the loudest food she could. She was surprisingly relieved when Jack posted a message for her.
In fact, her mood in general was starting to improve after talking to him. To think, Jack Sparrow thought she was a good reason to stop drinking. If more of the men in her life treated her like that, maybe she wouldn't spend so much time hiding out in her room. Well, if more of the men in her life treated her like that anywhere except her dreams, because Dean was fucking perfect in their dreams. Anna really didn't want to think about that.
And the sound of Jack's boots on the stairs was a great distraction. She was, as promised, in her pajamas and curled up in bed. She didn't even bother to get up and open the door for him, she just waved it open as soon as he got close.