[IC] Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

[JustAnna]

Dean nearly rolled his eyes at Mika’s exclamation that he didn’t need to sleep with anyone, because she was with him. Of course not, but it was a pretty central part of his personality to flirt, something he had been fighting since he met back up with her.

“Meh. I guess…”, he joked, shrugging his shoulders. He laughed soon after, to make sure she knew he was joking. He knew that he could have just about anything he wanted, with the right hustle. Sometimes that hustle was pool. Sometimes it was sex. Either way, he tended to get what he wanted. The thought made him smirk as the knock on the door jarred him from his thought.

“Beer!”, he called out, standing from the side of the tub and running over to her, to pick up the clothes bag. He ran almost as quickly over to the door, swinging it open with a bright smile, “Hey!”

“Um. Hello, sir.”, the bell boy muttered, pushing a cart into the room and taking the bag of clothes from Dean’s hands carefully. He held the bag out in front of him as he stood, waiting for his tip.

“Oh. I forgot. Gotta tip the bartender, right?”, Dean asked enthusiastically, pulling his wallet out, and slapping a twenty onto the palm of the bell boy. He shoved the twenty in his pocket, pulling a folded piece of paper. He shoved it at Dean.

“And Miss Raven asked me to give this to you. No message.”, he finished, before turning and walking properly down the hallway. Dean held the piece of paper in front of his face for a second, before shrugging absently, and rolling the cart into the room and letting door shut.

“Beer’s here!”, he called out, as he noticed the tub was pretty much full. He stopped the cart in front of Mika, throwing the note beside the bucket without reading it, and stepped over to turn the water off, “And your bath is ready…”

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika knew that she could have left out the comment about him having her to shag instead, but she couldn't help it. In her head when the comment first flashed through, she thought it was funny but it clearly wasn't funny or snarky as she intended it to be. She knew flirtation was a big part of who he was, and if she was honest with herself she didn't want him changing too much but she also couldn't just shut off her jealousy like it was a switch. She knew he had slept around when she wasn't nearby or was ghosting him as much as possible and she knew it those nights and days that triggered the jealousy trait inside her. She was just always so used to it having been always just him and her, it was hard to accept fully that in some ways he had changed and she hadn't.

She chuckled when he exclaimed happily about the beer's arrival to their room, seeing him practically run to the door happily but not before grabbing the laundry bag in the process and greeting the bellboy. She gave the bellboy a nod of greeting as he wheeled the cart into their room, trying to come across as polite. She didn't even care that her busted up leg was on full show at this point as he had already seen Dean wheel her into the hotel in the wheelchair.

She rose an eyebrow when he gave Dean a note, declaring it was from the Raven girl from earlier, slowly locking her jaw tightly shut as she mentally told herself not to think much of it and that nothing would come from it. There was some relief when Dean didn't read it straight away, but instead focused on tipping the bellboy and letting him leave the room then wheeling the cart nearer to her before going to turn the bath taps off.

She looked at the note on the cart and tried desperately not to cave into her curiosity but it was too much. It was just laying there, so she went against her better judgement and picked it up, starting to read it.

'Finished my shift, will be in the bar until midnight
I know your room number, so don't go to bed without me
Rx

Reading the note, Mika locked her jaw even tighter together and grinded her teeth together briefly when she was knocked out of her reactions from hearing Dean say the bath was ready. She quickly refolded the note and put it back where he left it and looked up. "Great!" She replied, smiling like she didn't just read the note.

[JustAnna]

Dean pulled his zippo from his pocket, and lit a couple of the candles that were against the wall, next to the tub. He was proud of himself for putting all of this together. They were in a nice place. He had Mika back. He was going to make sure he made the best of it, with her.

He stood and stared at the tub for a few seconds, before turning to Mika. He hadn’t even thought about the note. To him, Raven was just another in a long line of women who had taken his flirting more seriously than he originally intended. However, unlike that long line of women, he had no intentions of sleeping with Raven. He would simply go and explain everything to her, after Mika fell asleep. It would clear up any hard feelings, surely.

He glanced down at the cart, narrowing his eyes as he picked up the note and opened it. After reading the end of the note, he raised his eyebrows, surprised by how upfront Raven was about wanting to have sex with him. He swallowed heavily, but quickly looked away from the note and crumpled it in his hand. He tossed it in the trashcan, "Well that was forward..."

With a quick change of attitude, he smiled brightly at Mika unning over to her, he squatted and kissed her, excited and proud of himself for the romantic bath. He pulled back from the kiss, leaving his nose brushing hers lightly as he smiled, “So, um…do you need help with all these clothes?”

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika waited for Dean to come back over to her and she couldn't help but watch his face as he picked up the note and read it. Whether it be consciously or subconsciously, she found herself scrutinzing his facial expressions to figure everything out, whether she would need to be worried or not. Seeing his eyebrows raising in surprise and how he scrunched up the note to throw it away, her heart felt relieved and worry disappear.

She didn't say anything on his remark, not wanting to risk sounding like she knew what was written when she shouldn't know. To her, his reaction was enough for her to put it to the back of her mind and just try and forget this Raven girl. Now wasn't the time to waste time thinking about how the one man she truly loved was being practically stalked after by a thirsty receptionist, instead she smiled back at him when he turned his attention back onto her.

She kissed him back a bit more lovingly than she would have normally without even really noticing. As they broke apart, she smiled feeling his nose against hers, a sense of security and familiarity washed over her. "I should be okay to do it myself, but I won't decline help either" she replied to him, slightly flirtatiously and a smile on her face. She saw the glow coming from the candles in the bathroom and wondered what he managed to do in such a short amount of time.

Pulled enough away from him to remove her vest that had since gone from soaking wet to damp and was much more obviously dirty than she ever realised before. It practically had to be peeled off of her from the way it dried and she gladly threw it on the floor.

[JustAnna]

Dean noticed the way she kissed him, becoming a bit interested in why she was being so forward all of the sudden. He didn’t press it, though, as she offered to allow him to help her with her clothes. Smiling a bit brighter, he reached up for the waistband of her shorts, hooking his fingers in her underwear as he went, “The side of the tub isn’t super tall. So, you should be able to prop your leg up there…”

He slowly and methodically pulled the shorts from her feet and tossed them into what was beginning to be a pile. He then stood from her briefly, toeing out of his boots, and undressing himself, as he didn’t have any plans to miss out on using this posh tub.

Throwing his hoodie into the pile, he flexed his muscles for a second, trying to dull out the pain in his back and bent back down to her, lifting her into his arms, “I’m going to be as careful as I can…”

He placed his tongue between his teeth as he slowly lowered her into the tub, once they were in the small bathroom, leaving both her legs hanging over the side to fix how she liked them. He then turned around, stepping back into the room long enough to grab the cart, and rolled it in behind him, “And we can’t forget the beer…”

He pulled two beers from the bucket, setting them on the side of the tub, and then stepped in with a small splash. He popped the tops on the beers, and leaned forward while waggling his eyebrows, handing one to her.

———-

Dean woke up from what was either too short of a nap, or an alcohol induced sleep. Judging by how drunk he still felt, he assumed it was the latter. He smirked at the flashing memories from earlier, looking down at his chest to find Mika sleeping. Despite their injuries, the night had gone like many with them, and alcohol.

He carefully slipped out from under Mika’s arm, quickly grabbing the robe that he had dropped on the floor earlier in the night and wrapping it around his body. In his alcohol induced fever dream, he had a strong urge to check in on the note from earlier. He would feel rude if he didn’t at least explain to the woman that he wasn’t interested. Yet, he also should have known that being drunk, and doing so was a bad idea, as well. He had most definitely drank more of the beers than Mika.

Concierge had brung their clothes back, earlier in the night. He only remembered because he was forced to give them a bit of extra money, to keep them from reporting him answering the door naked. The clothes were even folded, which made the place look even more fancy.

He lazily reached for a pair of jeans, a plain green t-shirt and a white flannel shirt, before stealing his belt from his other pair of jeans. His attempts to stay quiet were made difficult by his efforts to get into a clean pair of jeans while intoxicated, but he finally managed to do so…even tying his own boots. Without grabbing a key card, Dean left the room and walked down the hall, to the elevator.

While inside the elevator, he went over and over the speech in his mind, trying to remember how to turn down a woman. However, as he stepped off the elevator, Raven was seated on a sofa nearby, in the bar. It was as if she was waiting patiently for him to come down stairs, which struck him as odd. She happily stood from the sofa, and stepped over to him.

“Hey, there…stranger.”, she purred at him. He raised his eyebrows, noticing that shew as now in a cocktail dress and heels, instead of her uniform that he had seen her in earlier.

“Um. Hi. You left me a note…and um…about that…”, he started, nervously as she linked her thumbs in two of his belt loops, “Um. I’m not alone.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were alone, did I? You came.”, she said plainly, pulling him down a small hallway, and onto another sofa. None of the workers that passed them seemed surprised by her aggression, even seeming like they saw this often, with her. She quickly straddled his waist, and locked them into a kiss. It wasn’t in Dean’s nature not to kiss back, especially while drunk and stressed. Involuntarily, he tangled his fingers in her hair, even though his brain was screaming at him that this was bad, and this would end…badly.

But she was kissing him. And she was pushing his shirt up. What was he supposed to do? His brain was so confused that it felt on fire, as her hands ended up on his belt, an action that caused his hand to instinctively grab her wrist firmly.

“There’s the line…”, she whispered, biting his lip roughly as she pulled back from him for air, “Not everyone is comfortable in public. It’s okay. You’ll get over that with me.”

[FuriePhoenix]

She nodded at his words about how tall the bath was as she let him help her get undressed, before he undressed himself and then helped her into the bath by carrying her over and placing her carefully in it. Once in, she swung her good leg into the tub, leaving her bad one over the side. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but she knew it was better than getting her stitches wet and risking making her leg any worse than it already was. She wished once again that it was her arm that was screwed up and not her leg, but from the way she fell it was no surprise it was her leg.

She smirked as he went back for the beer before returning, getting in then opening the bottles for them both, where then gladly took the bottle he offered her with a smile and chuckle and finally she could relax with him. "I could seriously get used to this type of lifestyle" she spoke as she took a swig of the first of many beers during the night.....

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When Dean at first woke up, Mika didn't, being happily asleep cuddled up into him, comfortable and very much naked still from their drunken but careful usual hotel fun they had. It was only when he had snaked his way out from under her and out of the bed, proceeding to quietly get dressed drunkenly did she stir awake.

She didn't however let on she was awake as she was still slightly drunk herself and just thought at first he needed the bathroom as even though she heard him getting dressed, it didn't actually fully sink in what he was doing and she certainly didn't think for a minute that he could be going down to meet the Raven girl. So she went to close her eyes properly again and try and get back to sleep, only to hear him leave the room making her wake up even more.

"Dean...?" she asked even though he had already left the room. She didn't like he just walked out on her and suddenly got that same dreaded feeling that he must have felt whenever she snuck out on him for a long while. She sat herself up wincing at her leg not liking being moved, pulling herself out of the bed and grabbing for the closest clothes she could muster.

All kinds of worries and insecurities started resurfacing in her mind and it was then she suddenly remembered about the other girl. "no.. No no no.. He wouldn't.. Would he?" she thought out to herself, starting to rush even though it hurt to do so. Not caring that she was bare footed, she tried to walk to the door, snatching the room key off the nearby table as she did so but found it was near damn impossible, so she got herself to the wheelchair and wheeled herself out of the room.

"Dean please don't do this to me..." she begged to herself, exiting the room and wheeling herself to the elevator rapidly pressing the button as she witted for it to arrive, wheeling in when the door opened and instantly took a guess where he could be.

Once on the appropriate floor, she exited the elevator and wheeled round trying to find him when she finally clapped eyes on the girl from earlier kissing and straddling Dean whilst clearly trying to screw him in public. In her drunken state she saw utter red, anger completely overtaking her as she wheeled a bit closer. "you've got be bloody kidding me?!" she exclaimed angrily. "get your bloody hands off or him!!" she practically snarled pushing herself out of the wheelchair and standing on her feet.

Not only was she angry at the girl, she was angry at him for not just pushing her off of him. Instead here she was seeing him seeming to consent to her advances. Yanking the girl off Dean she balled up her fist and punched her square in the face as hard as she could, the momentum forcing her body to go unstable and stumble into the couch, ripping her stitches in the process as her leg buckled. "fuck!" she cursed, trying so hard not to cry in front the two of them.

[JustAnna]

Dean’s mind delayed Mika’s screaming, between being drunk and maybe a little turned on by how forward this girl was being. However, when Raven was suddenly yanked off his lap, he bolted up, confused. His eyes then fell on Mika, as she punched her and fell beside him. He honestly had no idea how to react to what had just happened, but his mind sobered really quickly from the chaos.

“Oh no. Oh God. Um…I…”, he stammered, trying to both assess the blood that was now flowing down her leg, but also explain himself for what she had just seen. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself into one of these situations, but it was the first time with Mika. As the concierge man from earlier came to hand Dean some bar towels, he picked Raven up from the floor, unsurprised by what had just happened. He shoved her toward a door at the end of the small corridor, and leaned in to Dean.

“We won’t press charges. This isn’t the first, and probably won’t be the last, sir.”, he explained to Dean, who simply nodded, confused. Dean pressed the bar towels against Mika’s leg, attempting to stop the bleeding without a word. He felt sick to his stomach. The odds of her staying around now, were completely void, and he couldn’t blame her, even if he didn’t fully grasp monogamy, or why it meant so much to people. As his brain struggled to sober up, he avoided her eyes. The concierge chimed in again, “You two have the conversation you need to have, and either I’ll go up after and help you pack, sir…or I’ll help the misses to your room.”

He then stepped away from them and left them alone. Dean still stayed silent, his stomach in his feet as he pressed on the wound, pulling the rag away to check the bleeding. He was satisfied that it was barely bleeding, which meant it could be simply wrapped and left alone.

“It’s not bleeding…”, he whispered finally, still not able to look her in the eyes. He ran his hand across his mouth out of stress, quickly realizing that he was basically wearing Raven’s lipstick, from his nose to the bottom of his chin, and his lip was bleeding. Taking one of the spare bar cloths, he wiped his mouth clean of the lipstick, as best he could and sighed, “I um…I had planned to come down and…and tell her to just leave me alone. And she came out of nowhere…”

As he tried to explain, he took another deep breath, wiping a drip of blood away from his bottom lip from Raven’s assault on it. There was no way to explain how he was, despite her already knowing him so well, that didn’t sound like excuses. So, he stood, and pulled the wheelchair back over toward her, engaging the brake.

“Let’s go…”, he muttered, swallowing heavily and looking around the bar area at the patrons who were staring at him. He smirked and nodded at a few of them to get them to change their gaze, “I have a feeling we need to have a talk about a few things.”

[FuriePhoenix]

The fact that her actions caused the concierge to come over and bring bar towels over so they could deal with her and admit this was far from the first time this had happened with Raven judt angered her more. She was thankful for the towels, but the fact she just used Dean to try and another mark on her tally of customers she's shagged made her furious, not to mention that it seemed Dean was more than happy to go along with it, thinking she herself was upstairs asleep. It broke her heart that he wouldn't have even tried to push Raven off after he had declared he loved her. "you need better staff in this place!" she said to the concierge as he left the bar after speaking quietly to Dean.

She practically huffed as she had to rely on Dean helping her out with her leg as she tried so hard to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill down her cheeks. She could barely even look at him as he wiped Raven's lipstick off of his face whilst saying about how her leg was now not bleeding. At his in her opinion, piss poor explanation, she looked away from him as the tears now started to fall. She gave him a glare that if looks could kill, this most certainly would have, before she clenched her fist tightly again as she fought the urge to punch him square in the face. She fully planned on having a go at him verbally but she wanted to do it in private and not in front of everyone in the bar who was now fully watching.

She sat in the wheelchair and continued to give Dean the silent treatment for the time being. When he said he thought they needed to chat she rolled her eyes with a scoff, "you think?!" she huffed. Letting him wheel her out of the bar to wherever he deemed was a private area, she tried to gather herself but she just couldn't, she felt utterly betrayed and like this was some emotional manipulative plan to give her a taste of what she did to him all those years and now wished she didn't fight tooth and nail to survive to be reunited with him.

"why the hell did you think seeing her would turn out any other way?! I told you she was bad news Dean! What is this?! You think fucking someone in front of people is the ultimate payback for what I did?! Well congratulations you got your pay back! You betrayed me Dean! What the hell am I to you?! Just another notch on the bedpost?! Is the fact I love you and fought to be reunited with you that much of a chain around your fucking neck?! Maybe I should have just died that night, you wouldn't have to worry about me being around when you wanna sleep around!" she ranted, all the hurt in her eyes and tone as she practically was shaking from her anger and hurt.

She hated that if it wasn't for her leg, she would have just driven back to Bobby's on her own but she needed him to drive and rest. She thought she knew him better than anyone else, but it seemed she was starting to question that.

[JustAnna]

Dean sighed as she completely rejected his explanation for what happened. He knew, at that moment, that he was screwed. She hadn’t been around him, enough, during the time that he was mourning, or even just before they met. It was in his nature to let women use and abuse him. Hell, it was in his nature to reciprocate, to the point that he didn’t even know how to tell them ‘no’ anymore.

He pushed her into a small meeting room, wanting to get some of the worst of the conversation overwith, before he tried to ask her for the room key. He had forgotten to grab his own, with his alcohol level being so high. He stopped the wheel chair, engaging the brake and began pacing in front of her as she lit into him about what had happened.

Even now, sobering up, he had trouble with why she was so upset. Yet, part of his brain completely understood the outrage. It’s not like he had never witnessed a girl being upset with him over someone else, before. As she finished speaking, his eyes were clenched shut, his jaw tight and he was panting, and barely realized it.

“I…um…”, he started, not knowing how to address the anger that she was showing, “This had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

He let out a long sigh that he had been holding in, his chest feeling the relief instantly. He then shook his head, still going over her words.

“How could you say that to me?”, he asked, as he processed her saying she should have died, and that she was some sort of burden to him, “How could you even think to say that to me? I never intended for this to happen, regardless of how I am, normally. I wouldn’t betray your trust, willingly. I never thought that coming down and telling a woman to go away, because I’m not alone would cause me to practically be assaulted! I stopped her, which is more than I would usually do! I…”

He was beginning to feel frustrated tears well up in his eyes, and he still avoided her eyes. Dean paced, running a hand down his face slowly, “I’ll um…I’ll call Bobby. I’ll tell him what happened, everything. He can come pick you up in the morning with the tow truck, and I’ll just…I’ll just wait for my dad. It was honestly stupid to think this could work…”
He dropped his hand roughly to his side, with a low growl, and turned toward the door of the ballroom, where the nice concierge guy was standing, his back turned, attempting to give them privacy.

“And for the record, I was never going to sleep with her, even after all that. It’s stupid to try and explain that, now. So…”, he muttered, before stepping through the ballroom door. He was doing what he always did. He was running away from a problem he didn’t have a solution for. The concierge guy simply stood in the doorway, handing Dean a spare room key and waiting for Mika to decide what she wanted to do next, as Dean passed him, a sad and unfortunate look on his face.

[FuriePhoenix]

She may not have been around fully when he was in mourning or at all before they met, but she thought she found her home in Dean. She thought she'd always have him in he rlifr and as much as she wasn't fully comprehending it yet, it was that losing him once that made her absolutely terrified she'd lose him again, making her more toxic and possessive than she would like to be. It didn't help they never once spoke about whether they fully exclusive to each other, but did admit toe ach other they loved each other. He never spoke of how he was when she wasn't around, just made her feel wanted and loved.

Now with the flirting with other women in front of her, and this particular woman trying it with him in public when he could have just ignored the note and ignored Raven completely, it was making her feel so insecure about herself, that she was just nothing to him and all his words were just that...words. She didn't know how to control her anger or her outbursts and when she started ranting she couldn't stop herself before she said something incredibly hurtful. This time it was the mention of her being better off dead.

She listened to him talk back to her, seeing how he couldn't even look at her as he did so and it just her cry more, her hands shaking. She didn't know what to do, she was unwillingly pushing him away and she felt like she was losing her safe place all over again. "you should have ignored her request Dean, don't you see that?" she sobbed to him, pleading with him as he decided to give Bobby a call whilst he could go back to his dad. Yet it was him saying saying he was stupid for thinking this could work that hit her like a k ife in the heart.

"it could have worked...you're my home Dean" she sobbed seeing him walk away from her instead fixing this. She turned the wheelchair round to see the concierge still there and tried to figure out her best move was. Chase after him or trust he wouldn't run to the other girl and leave him be. She slowly wheeled out the room, just letting the tears continue to fall. She needed her uncle... No.... She needed her mom, the one person who she could never have back in her life and in that moment she heard her dad's voice in her head "told you he was a no good tyrant". "I'll be staying in the room until my Uncle comes in the morning for me" she explained.

[JustAnna]

Dean heard her words echoing in his mind, as he sniffled away a couple of tears, trying to bring back his stoic nature enough to go through with grabbing his clothes and things. If he thought the words over long enough, he would run back to her, and the cycle would start all over again. He pressed the elevator button, pressing it harder and faster, wanting to punch it to make the elevator go faster.

As the doors finally opened, her last words played over in his head again, and he pulled out his phone, flipping it open and texting John.

“Trouble in Minnesota. I need you to pick me up at the Castle Rock hotel, outside Minneapolis.
-Dean

He flipped the phone closed, and leaned against the elevator wall, closing his eyes as another round of tears decided to escape onto his t-shirt, making dark blotches. There was no way he wanted to leave, after all this time. But it was obvious that what she wanted, was something he couldn’t realistically give her. No matter how hard he tried to explain it, she had a different view of life, than he grew up with. Nothing is permanent. Not friends. Not women. No matter how much you care about them.

He stepped out of the elevator, dragging his feet as he stepped across the hall and unlocked their door. He looked around the room, with cloudy eyes, quickly spying his bag on the floor. Within a few minutes, he had reluctantly packed all his clothes back into the bag, leaving hers in a neat pile on the couch.

Dean stopped at the bedside table, seeing the pad and pen there. He leaned down, picking up the pen, and wrote a simple note that she would understand.

“Come find me, when you figure out what home is.
It’s not that simple, for me.
-Dean”

Blinking away one last tear, he turned and left the room, not wanting to linger too long. He made his way down to the bar, knowing John would take a while to get to him, or even to answer his text. His best bet was to relax, and grab a drink. As he pulled up a stool, he dropped his bag with a ‘thud’ and held up his fingers, pointing at a top shelf bottle of whiskey.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika couldn't believe that Dean was so reluctant to fix this, that he was running from her. She cursed Bobby for even putting them on the case together, feeling if they never left her actual home, none of this would have happened. But she knew deep down that it was not his fault. This was her and Dean, and more importantly it was Raven's fault for trying to bed Dean when he told her he wasn't there alone. She purposely ripped them apart for her own kicks and couldn't help but question to herself how many solid partners she had done this to.

She purposely remained where she was to give Dean time to have a head start on deciding what he wanted to do before she finally accepted help in getting to the elevator and to her room. By the time she got there, Dean was already gone with his belongings which made her just break down once more. She got to her belongings and paused, unable to do anything before she suddenly noticed a written note on the bedside table. Going over to it, she read it and k ew this time she truly had fucked up screaming at him.

Crying loudly, she screamed and punched the table. She couldn't take this pain she had created before grabbing her phone and texting Bobby,

"Castle Rock Hotel, come get me ASAP
with tow truck. Dean's left and my legs busted
- Mika"

She wanted to add more but she just couldn't get her hands to work much more than that. She had no idea if Dean really would get in touch with Bobby, so she figured she'd do it just incase, even if he did, it couldn't hurt to let Bobby know she needed him anyway. Throwing her phone on the bed she went to it, hauled herself onto the mattress and layed down where she proceeded to cry herself to sleep.

For the rest of the night her sleep was disruptive, plagued with nightmares and thoughts of just giving up being around for much longer. There were times she woke up and tempted to just end it all by either drowning herself, throwing herself out the window or just simple slashing her wrists. But she didn't want her uncle to find her like that either, so she went back to sleep and the cycle continued right through to 8am the next morning where she woke up, the feeling of dried tears on her cheeks feeling tight on her skin.

She turned her head, half hoping to see Dean back with her in the hopes it was all a horrible nightmare but he wasn't...she was utterly alone. She grabbed her phone to check the time and see if Bobby had got in touch to say he was there or not.

[JustAnna]

Dean drank at the bar until John showed up, clapping a hand on his drunk shoulder and pulling him off the barstool. John shouldered his bag, and threw one of Dean’s arms around his shoulders, walking him out of the hotel. He hadn’t seen his son such a mess, since Mika’s attack, which worried him.

Dean was a wreck. His t-shirt was damp, his hair disheveled and there was still a stain of lipstick smeared around his mouth and nose. John sighed as he practically drug his oldest son to the car, dropping him heavily in the passenger seat of his 1967 black Impala. Dean groaned, instantly leaning his head against the seat, and closing his eyes.

“I don’t know what the hell has happened in the last few days, but I’m hoping it’s not what I think.”, John muttered as he sat down in the drivers seat, and slammed the door. Dean groaned at the loud noise, and then let out a loud drunken laugh.

“It’s ex…actly what you think…”, he slurred, as a sad look took over his features and he started to drunk cry, “Dad…am I a bad person? Like…do I deserve the shit I get?”

John didn’t answer, letting the question linger in the air as he listened to Dean’s breathing slow, as a tear fell from his chin and onto the leather seat. After a few seconds, Dean was fast asleep, causing John to sigh again, and start the car.

——

When Dean finally opened his eyes, he smelled the familiar smell of Bobby’s house, jolting from the pillow as if he was electrocuted. He peered around the room, not recognizing this particular part of Bobby’s house, but quickly realized it was Bobby’s bedroom. He narrowed his eyes. Why the hell was he at Bobby’s house?

He stayed on his back, staring at the dusty ceiling as he processed why John would leave him here, after what had happened. Then, he slightly caught a glimpse in his mind of the night before and his stomach cramped violently. He rolled over, falling from the bed with a ‘thud’ and scrambling to run to the bathroom, outside the bathroom door. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, without shutting the door, and emptied his stomach of the contents leftover from the night before.

His nausea wasn’t helped by the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

[FuriePhoenix]

Checking her phone, Mika saw a text sent a few hours ago saying that Bobby was on his way to pick her up and that he'll get the concierge to ring her room when he got there. The reality of everything just hitting her as hard as it did in the evening. Wincing, she got herself out of bed and changed into clean clothes, pulled herself into the wheelchair and went over to her pile of clothes where she put everything she had in her bag. It took a few minutes to do so as her grief was making her be a lot slower than she would be normally when the room's phone started ringing making her wheel herself over an dpick up, "hello?" "he is? Thank you, tell him I'll be right there" she replied to the voice on the other end, hanging up and wheeling back to her bag.

She grabbed the note Dean had left her deciding that if this was the last time she'd see him then she may as well cling onto something. She didn't know if it would be self sabotage or a way to help her figure herself out, but for now she didn't want to leave it in the room. Pulling her bag onto her lap she took one last glance at the room almost revisiting the good times she and Dean had in her mind before sniffing the tears that threatened to resurface.

Eventually she got herself back down to the lobby and the moment she saw Bobby the floodgates opened once more. Without saying a word he walked over to her, grabbed her bag and wheeled her out to his two truck that already had her car attached. She wiped her eyes and with Bobby's help, got lifted into the truck, the wheelchair she had been using put back where it started from. The drive back was silent for the most part, neither knowing what to say for what felt like the longest time until eventually Bobby did get her explaining what happened, right from the beginning of how she busted her leg to how her and Dean had the biggest argument they've ever had and broke up.

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By the time Dean woke up making a loud thud echo through the house, Mika was on the couch with her leg up, hugging a cushion whilst Bobby was cooking food for them, as well as Dean who she didn't know was there. The loud thud made her look up toward the ceiling in surprise not knowing anyone else was in the house. "err.. Bobby? Who else is in the house?" she asked him, wiping her eyes from the tears she wasn't even aware that had been falling as she got lost in her own mind.

[JustAnna]

Dean finished emptying his stomach, flushing the toilet as he continued to hug it and heard a voice that caused his eyes to close tightly. Why would they bring him here, with her? She lived here, but it felt like a cruel joke to make him face her, this soon. He stood slowly from the toilet, his head spinning as he grabbed the door facing, and crept around into the living room.

Bobby stood in the kitchen, making Dean a plate of food for when he woke up. He had also fixed him up a bloody mary, to take some of the edge off his hangover. He heard Mika chime in from the living room, before Dean stepped out of the bathroom, “Um. You could say that. Don’t be mad at me…”

Dean walked across the living room, avoiding any contact with Mika as his eyes quickly glanced to her and then away, confirming his anxiety. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a coffee cup. Bobby quickly snatched the mug from his hands, and sat it heavily on the kitchen counter, before handing him the tomato juice cocktail he had prepared. Dean made a face, but Bobby just scowled at him.

“Go ahead and ask…”, Bobby muttered, as he stepped around and pulled Dean’s chair out, pointing to the plate of food he had sat in front of it.

“Okay. What the hell am I doing here? Dad picked me up.”, he groaned, taking a drink of the Bloody Mary with a scrunched face.

“Well. John was working a case when you called. He drove your ass here, dropped you off instead of using you as bait, and told me to keep an eye on you, like the good old days.”, Bobby quipped, an odd smile on his face. He then pulled a chair and sat beside him, “Mika told me everything.”

Dean’s heart sank as Bobby said those words, and he instantly felt sick to his stomach again. He swallowed his drink heavily, raising his eyebrows and closed his eyes, “So you know why I can’t be here, right?”

“I know why you don’t want to be here. That don’t mean you shouldn’t be. I know how you are, boy. I know how much like your daddy you can be, too. Object permanence isn’t your style. You’re Dean Winchester…”, Bobby said his name with emphasis, before standing again, and stepping toward the living room, “But you know what I think about all that? It’s a load of horse shit. You’re better than your daddy. You do something stupid…you fix it. You don’t run from it. Now…no one is leaving this house, until you join us in the living room, and talk to me about this.”

Dean sighed as Bobby left the room, knowing that he would keep his word in not letting him go. He wasn’t angry at Mika. He was devastated. He stood from the chair, grabbing a piece of bacon and shoving it in his mouth as he stepped into the living room behind Bobby, still not making eye contact with Mika.

“Now. We’re going to sit here, until you’re ready to talk.”, Bobby muttered, sitting in his chair near Mika, and giving her a look.

[FuriePhoenix]

The moment Bobby said not to be mad at him, Mika's heart sank and her worst thoughts came flooding into her head. She really hoped he wasn't implying that Dean was here but before she could even muster any words to come out of her mouth she saw Dean sheepishly enter the room to get to the kitchen. She looked away and at the floor as he entered the room, all that hurt and betrayal coming back to her . She didn't want to see him right now and now the world (or in her case, Bobby and John) was out be against her.

She refused to look at either of them as Bobby dealt with Dean in the kitchen, refusing to let him to just grab a coffee and refused to let him leave either. Despite not looking at either of them just to avoid looking at Dean, she she was listening to them talk and she had to admit, she was also curious as to why Dean got dropped off here of all places and not just another grubby motel that John was possibly staying at. Just for once she hoped John would actually be a father to his son and keep him with him. She thought that being at home with her uncle would be her safe haven, but John clearly had other plans.

She listened as Dean told Bobby this was why he can't be here but Bobby being Bobby corrected him and put him in his place in the best possible way he knew how. Hearing their strange relationship, if it even was that be called as 'object permanance' maed her heart pang more with pain, making her hug the cushion so tightly she would run a risk of bursting the seams. Yet it was the moment he declared neither of them were leaving this house until they had spoken this out that got Mika looking up and at Bobby, the question 'what why!?' written clear on her face.

She watched Bobby walk into the room, sit in his chair near her and then at Dean still refusing to look at her as he followed on into the room. She didn't know what to say to him, she may have had a thousand and one questions bouncing around her head but she couldn't think of a single one to actually say so she looked back down again remaining silent for what could have been easily twenty minutes before she finally mumbled out something, knowing that if she didn't they'd be silence for much longer.

"Why you'd walk out and break your promise?" she finally mumbled to Dean.

[JustAnna]

Dean had just sat in the desk chair, as far away from Mikas he could get. At Bobby’s words, he rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands on his lap. He had figured Bobby was planning something like this, when they were in the kitchen.

However, at Mika’s words, his ears perked up and he sat forward in the chair, rubbing his eyebrow roughly. Bobby noticed, and took a deep breath, “Oh boy…”

“Me?!”, Dean nearly erupted, losing his temper a bit. He leaned forward, pointing his finger at her, now sober enough to not only defend himself, but seemingly to attack. Bobby leaned forward as well, ready to moderate the argument, “Who the hell was it that said, no matter what we go through that she would always be there?! Who’s the one who said that she wouldn’t throw everything I’ve ever done in my face, if I agreed to do the same?!”

Bobby closed his eyes, knowing Dean was going to go for the jugular out the gate. It was what he was hoping for. Clear the room, and get it out, but he had to slow him down, “Dean…”

“AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO MANIPULATED ME, TWISTED ME, AND…”, he took a deep breath as the tears started to form from pure rage and hurt, and dropped his hand, “And made me believe that I was crazy for MONTHS! You got to walk away from all of it. You could have come back to me…and you didn’t…”

Bobby sighed again, his eyes moving to Mika as Dean erupted, “Okay. That’s enough…”

“I’m not used to all this. I made one…ONE mistake, and you have the nerve to say that you wished you were dead?! Do you have any idea what that means, in my head?”, Dean asked, finally settling from his eruption, his eyes finally meeting her as he glared, and Bobby cleared his throat.

“I think what we’re failing to address here, is who you both have become, since the attack.”, Bobby explained, trying not to feed into Dean’s insecurity by commenting on the statement Mika had made that hurt him so bad.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika was expecting him to try and avoid the question so when Dean erupted into yelling at her, she flinched back into the couch even more than she already was. She tried to stay calm but every single word he said to her hurt like a dagger into her heart and no matter how much she tried to stop it, she felt those tears fall from her eyes once more. For the first time since he strangled her in the motel, she felt scared of him.

"I was drunk..and hurt. And yeah, I did say maybe if I had died I would be a problem for you..I'll admit that, but all I saw was you with that...woman and I saw red okay?" she sheepishly replied, she couldn't even shout at him anymore, she didn't have the mental compacity or energy to shout anymore. She noticed how Bobby looked at her before trying to reel Dean in a bit which she was thankful for.

"I'm not used to having anyone with me Dean, I'm used to shutting people out and I've tried...I've tried so hard not to keep you shut out and yeah, I'm not used to seeing you as someone who didn't just accept one person with them. I'm not used to wanting to be with someone who is used to sleeping around and flirting their way through everything to get what they need. I did things wrong, I get that, I lied to you for months out of my own insecurities, and yeah there is barely a day that goes by that I don't see how scarred I am, not just on my body but in my head and think 'hey, maybe the universe got it wrong, maybe I should be dead! Maybe it'd be better if Bobby had just buried me in the backyard', and I'm sorry that hurts you Dean, but that's the truth. I am screwed up in my head" she said, tapping the side of her head.

"I am a mess and I'm not perfect in the slightest. I'm trying to change Dean...hell, I don't even know what we are" she said, gesturing between herself and Dean, "But you gotta realise how much it stings when you tell me you won't let me out of your sight, you won't be going anywhere without me, that you love me and then first opportunity you have, you're downstairs in a hotel, with a woman on your lap trying to get her piece of you in a damn bar in front of other guests! How else was I possibly meant to react to that!?" she explained, realising that she may have left out the exact location of the incident to Bobby earlier.

"I hoped we could have talked it through, but you just walked away and left me a note telling me to figure everything out then come find you" she finished saying, wiping her eyes, visibly shaking.

[JustAnna]

Dean sighed, taking in Mika’s words as badly as he didn’t want to listen. He rolled his eyes at her first few words, seeing them as just another reasoning for being aggressive over something he could have easily explained to her. However, when she spoke the next words, his face softened a bit, and his eyes hit the floor. He regretted bringing up the time that they had spent apart, or the lies that he had almost killed her over, in the past. It was something he had promised himself he wouldn’t relieve anymore.

At the question as to what they were, Bobby raised his hands, nodding his head as Dean also agreed with his small nod. No one in the room knew what they were, other than together…but not official. It was a confusing dynamic that sometimes complicated things.

“I said that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, because I didn’t plan to. I didn’t plan for you to trust me so little, regardless of what we were…which is damn confusing, by the way. I didn’t plan for a psycho bitch with a grifter fetish to jump me, in the most aggressive way, and practically rape me in the middle of the bar…”, he explained, before holding his hands out in front of him, exasperated.

“And I didn’t expect you to not understand that I can’t let stuff like that go. She gave me a free room. I was afraid she would call the cops and with the money that place had, we could have been screwed! And instead of letting me explain what had happened, you exploded on me, and her, which I care less about.”, he finished. He looked up as Bobby sat forward to say something.

“Dean’s ability to say ‘no’ to offers of vice are limited. It’s something I’ve worried about, for him, for years…especially since he turned 18. I’m not speaking for the boy, but that’s something that needs to be discussed. You guys have no titles, no boundaries, no limits…but you both seem to want something out of the other…”, Bobby explained, sitting back in his chair and grabbing the scotch from his end table, “And I can tell you from experience, that relationship ain’t gonna work long term. You’ll always be possessive, because you’re scared to lose what little you have.”

He pointed at Mika with the bottle.

“And you’ll always be a whore, because you don’t know any other way to be. When that girl jumped you, you had a decision to make…and you didn’t, because you couldn’t, in your mind. Set…boundaries…”, he pointed to Dean with the bottle, and then took a long drink.

“I left the note because I didn’t plan to see you again…”, Dean muttered, leaning back in the chair and placing his hand over his eyes, “I didn’t ask to be here.”

[FuriePhoenix]

Because he shouted at her straight off the bat, Mika was mostly expecting him to continue snapping at her so when he didn't and even looked at her slightly softer, it threw her off guard and off balance mentally. She listened to him speak and it hurt hearing him say what she did come across as complete lack of trust for him. That wasn't her intention but like with a lot of things, the alcohol that was in her system completely altered her intentions and made her the utter bad guy in this situation.

Hearing him say the woman was fully prepared to rape him made her sick to her stomach but it did make her all the more glad she punched the woman in the face and told her to get off of him. She couldn't help but wonder if he would have been able to stop the woman in his own drunken state properly of she hadn't have gone downstairs after him. All the time she listened to him explain that he was worried about the woman calling the cops on them which she did now sober, understand his thinking.

Instead of replying, she let Bobby give in his two cents on the situation, and as much as it hurt to have him tell her she would always possessive because she's terrified of losing what little she had, she knew it was completely true. That's why it hurt so much. She also knew she had to accept that what Bobby said about Dean was also true, not to mention that they needed to set boundaries and discuss what it was exactly they wanted out of each other.

She then listened to Dean admit he didn't plan on seeing her again or ask to be here which made her look back down again. "Dean I'm sorry I snapped last night... My distrust of her exploded onto you and if I wasn't drunk I would have dealt with that situation a lot better. I... I understand if you don't wanna see me again... If you'd rather cut me out of your life for good this time... But I can't lose you... Bobby is right, I am terrified of losing the two remaining things I have in my life" she spoke quietly but loud enough for the two of them to hear her.

"I just wanna do right by you and I always fuck it up because I don't see how I'm worth all your time or effort" she continued. "All I've ever wanted since we were kids is to be yours...but I'll u...understand if you feel differently" she said, wishing if her leg didn't still hurt she would have exited the room at that point.