Note: Hey, guys. 

I'm posting two chapters today. They're both mega short, and I wrote them both a while ago, never really intending to post them at all. I gotta be real with you guys, I feel like my writing has been pretty crappy for the past several weeks. At the very least, I haven't been turning out updates that I'm proud of. 

But there's a reason, and I'm not sure how much any of you have picked up on it, so I should probably explain. Basically, I feel like I'm falling apart at the seams. I have severe anxiety and depression all of which came to a head over the past few months. And this past week has been the hardest I've had in a really long time. I don't think I've ever felt this bad in my life. I'm working on it, but things are just really, really hard right now, and it's becoming pretty impossible to keep writing a chapter every week, especially if I want to be proud of my writing, and I do.

So, my apologies to all of you. I know that I've been really consistent in updating every week for almost an entire year now, and I don't want to disappoint anyone by quitting that. I'm still planning to update as regularly as I can. But while I'm getting myself sorted out, I can't guarantee weekly updates. For now, I'll be trying to do them bi-weekly, but I can't promise that either, but it's what I'm striving for. I won't go more than three weeks without posting something. I promise. Hopefully this will mean turning out better chapters, or at least reduce some stress.

You all are so amazing, and I'm sorry to do this. A lot of you have told me that you look forward to this fic updating every week, and I don't want to take that away. But I'm really struggling, and this is a solution that I think will keep me from giving up entirely.

I know a lot of you are waiting on requests. I know all of you are waiting for new chapters. I'm sorry, I know it sucks. Thanks for being so great every single week without fail, even when I'm not writing my best stuff. I love you guys 💜

Anyway, I hope I'll be back with a chapter in the next two weeks. For now, enjoy these two very short one shots. In this one, Anna is twelve.

Eka Pada Galavasana

"Is it supposed to hurt?" Anna asked through a grimace.

Dean smiled around the brim of his coffee cup, sitting comfortably at the table in their motel room of the week.

"That's the stretch," Sam answered easily.

"How do you do it that long?" Anna asked, breathing heavily as she fell on top of her own arms.

"Practice."

"I hate that," Anna said. She did hate that answer. Practice makes perfect was such bullshit. There were certain things certain people had no hope of ever mastering. "What's that called again?" she asked as he lowered himself ten times more gracefully than she'd fallen out of the torturous yoga position.

"Eka Pada Galavasana."

"Gesundheit," Dean deadpanned, then laughed at his own shit joke.

"English?" Anna requested, grinning at Dean.

"The Flying Pigeon," Sam said, unamused.

"Okay, well, pigeons suck, but I have a little more respect for them now."

Sam snickered while positioning himself for the next pose in the sequence they were doing. "The next one's easier," he promised.

"Is it cobra?"

"Stop asking that. We already did that one."

"I know, but I miss it. It was so easy."

"Easy isn't always the way to go, Anna."

"Whatever," Anna eye-rolled. Leave it to Sam to get all deep about yoga. "Yikes," she muttered while watching him lower himself into a plank. "I thought you said this one's easier."

"It is," Sam replied.

"Yeah for about five seconds," Anna shot back. She eased herself into the same position and wrinkled her nose a while later when she started to feel the effects of the pose. She couldn't help but feel indignant at this one. Was it even yoga anymore?

"You good?" Sam asked after about thirty seconds of it.

"Ask me when I can feel my arms again." Yeah, she was exaggerating.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Okay, one more," he said.

Anna had been very optimistic when they started, but she was starting to feel exhausted. She copied Sam's movements as he sat with his legs in front of him and reached past his toes, stretching his hamstrings. They'd done enough stretches that this felt very mild and Anna was relieved.

When Sam stopped doing the pose, Anna breathed deeply. She was so glad they were done. She immediately jumped up and launched herself onto her bed-- well, the one she'd been sharing with Sam for the past couple days. They didn't have a case in this town, but they were laying low while they searched for one and it was taking much longer than they'd expected.

"Take it easy on the furniture," Sam demanded and took a swig of water.

Anna rolled her eyes and rolled onto her side. This place was so boring. She hooked her feet on one side of the wall and hung upside down off the side of the bed. She heard Dean's phone ring and grinned. Maybe they would be getting a case.

"Hello?"... "Hey, Bobby."... "No way. We're dyin' to get some action. Just say the word." ... "Yeah, we're on it. Thanks, Bobby." Dean ended the call and closed the laptop in front of him. "Pack up, kiddos, we're hittin' the road in ten."

"Yes!" Anna cheered, swinging upright and riding out a massive headrush.

Sam grabbed his duffel and started shoving things inside. "Where's the case?" he asked.

"New Hampshire," Dean answered. "'Bout ten hours North of here. Bobby says it's probably nothing, but it might be worth looking into. I figure probably nothing is better than absolutely nothing."

"Ten hours," Anna repeated under her breath in awe. That was a hell of a car ride. Not one of their longest, but still annoyingly long.

Fortunately, it was mid-afternoon which meant they were gonna be night-driving. Night-driving was Anna's second favorite time to be driving. She liked rainy weather best. Unfortunately, both scenarios usually put her to sleep which meant she barely had the chance to enjoy them.

"C'mon, Rugrat," Dean ordered, tossing her duffel at her. "Eight minutes."

La Fin