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

[JustAnna]

Dean kept his hand over his eyes, still not wanting to hash all of this out, after last night. His mind hadn’t even come to terms with the fact that he left, that they ‘broke up’, and here Bobby was, making them hash this out. His bottom lip quivered as Mika spoke, every bone in his body wanting to go over to her, and to hug her. He wanted to tell her it was all okay. He wanted to take her back, and just ignore everything. But he couldn’t do it. They both needed space…right?

As she spoke about being the one in the wrong in this whole thing, and not wanting him to leave, he let a small sob escape, which he choked back as best he could, catching Bobby’s attention. Bobby sighed, standing from his chair and stepping over to Dean, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“Neither of you is shouldering this whole mess…”, Bobby muttered, gripping Dean’s shoulder and pulling his head against his side, “Mika, you reacted the way you reacted, and I don’t see him runnin’ do you? And you, son…I ain’t seen you like this since you were a kid…That’s enough.”

“I don’t know what to do…”, Dean croaked out, pulling his other hand up to join the hand over his face. He didn’t want either of them to see him losing his shit. But everything from the last couple of days, along with Mika blaming herself for all of it, was hitting him all at once, “I can’t…”

Dean stood, and started walking toward the kitchen, causing Bobby to step forward and grab his shoulder once again. Bobby knew exactly where Dean was going. He was going to run straight out the back door, and to God knows where.

“Dean…”, he started, “I don’t know if you noticed, but the only person who is beating you up, here, is you. Sit on the couch. I need to run out and grab some tools out of the van, and you can help me with that old Corvette out there. Alright.”

Reluctantly, Dean stopped when Bobby touched him, and he didn’t nod. His shoulders dropped, knowing Bobby wouldn’t let him just leave, and turned to sit at the far end of the couch from Mika, his face blank but his eyes were puffy from crying.

“I’m not saying make up. It ain’t none of my business if you do, other than where you go while your daddy wants you here…but mingle. I’ll be back.”, Bobby finished, not actually going anywhere but the garage, to leave them alone.

Dean was shaking, nearly vibrating as he sat there, staring at the floor.

“I can barely look at you, after last night…”, he whispered, his voice cracking, “I’ve never felt so horrible about anything in my life. I’ve never felt so disgusting, in my life. I shouldn’t have left you there…”

He broke the sentence, realizing he was going over the same points all over again, but didn’t know how to truly apologize for what he had done, since he only had a slight grasp on why it hurt her so bad. As he thought the whole situation over again, he leaned his elbow on the end of the couch, and covered his face again, his lip quivering.

[FuriePhoenix]

As Mika spoke her last words she felt she could speak anymore in that moment. She had to look away as she saw Dean hold his head in his hands to try and hide the sobs that were breaking through his defiant nature. She curled her fingers up into a light fist that couldn't even be considered a fist as she placed her hand up to her face in front of her mouth and nose. She just wanted to believe they could get passed this, but she too knew that they needed space, even if they were being forced to remain in the same house at the same time.

She glanced her eyes toward Bobby who was now with Dean, keeping her head not facing them still. It was true, Dean wasn't running but so much of her just felt like he wanted to and if he could get an inkling of an opening he'd be gone. She looked away again and down at the ground once more. She hesrd what Dean said and looked up as he got up and tried to run away from the situation, only for Bobby to stop him.

She looked at the two of them as Bobby did his damnest to stop Dean from running by encouraging him to help with fixing a car out back instead. But for now he insisted he sat on the couch next to her and she didn't know how to take that. She shifted as best she could when Dean conceded and came to the couch, practically pushing herself right into the arm rest just to be away from Dean because she knew if she didn't shed just scooch right on over to him and try and give him an olive branch.

When he spoke up first and said what he did, she tensed up, shutting her eyes tightly to try but fail at keeping the tears from falling once more. She barely acknowledged the second half of what he said because she was convinced she really screw everything up by trying to get him free of an utter psycho. Even if it was partly mostly driven by jealousy.

She didn't know if she should try and reach out to him or stay firmly where she was, she could barely compute a full sentence together in her head to reply. "I'm sorry Dean... I... I just can't lose you..." she cried, burying her head in the cushion not knowing what else to say other than that over and over again. "Im sorry for saying I should have died... I just feel so lost..." she said, her voice muffled by the cushion that was rapidly getting wet once again.

[JustAnna]

“I know…”, Dean whispered simply, extending the first olive branch of understanding of the day. He took a deep and shuddering breath after, and wiped his hand down his face. Tensions were high, and a moment that should have been something a normal couple would brush off had literally torn them apart. He didn’t say anything else, he simply stood from the couch again.

He thought about leaving, while Bobby wasn’t in the room. There were plenty of other ways out of the house, other than the garage. But the more he thought about leaving, his feet wouldn’t move. He was shaking, his teeth almost chattering as he tried to talk himself into leaving. The thoughts even came into his mind to steal a car, and drive to California, to find Sam. Maybe he could talk him into letting him stay for a while, or he could get Sam to go with him, and ditch college. They could be on the road together.

But even the thoughts of snatching Sam from college didn’t budge his feet, as his mind forced him to stay. He let out a deep sigh, turning toward Mika. He watched her cry, which tore him apart. He wasn’t good with people crying, anyway. As a couple of tears fell from his own nose, almost deafening as they hit the old hardwood floor, he reluctantly stepped forward and squatted.

As his knees hit the floor, he leaned his forehead against the top of her head, bringing a shaky hand up to tangle in her hair.

“I can’t leave…”, he whispered, his own voice almost muffled by the cushion she had buried herself into. He was defying everything he had told himself in his mind, about not getting too close. Making up wasn’t necessarily in the cards, in his mind, considering how massive of a misunderstanding and reaction they had both had. Neither of them knew what they were. Neither of them really knew what they wanted. And for Dean, this was all so far off the reservation for a hunter…he didn’t even know if he was ‘allowed’ to feel this way about anyone, “But…un-until you’re ready to t-tell me what you want, I can’t do this. It’s a hell of a lot of baggage and change, Mika…”

He let her name slip off his tongue and the floodgates opened to the tears, and he pushed against her with his head, nuzzling his head into her hand.

[FuriePhoenix]

With her head buried in the cushion, Mika only felt the shift in weight as Dean stood from the couch and in that moment she got overwhelmed with panic that he was indeed leaving. That she had well and truly and royally screwed everything up, all because she couldn't let her trust toward him keep her in that damn hotel bed and not let her fists do the talking. She was too scared to lift her head even though she didn't hear his footsteps move out of the room.

Yet she also had the thought of him being a coward if he left right now. She of course, regretted that thought the moment she thought it but she couldn't stop the thought from entering her head. Sensing him not moving sent even more anxiety through her whole body, she was too terrified to look up incase she didn't like what she could possibly witness. Could they really come back from this? Could they really fix what they were so rapidly breaking after for so long trying to reunite? She didn't know the answers to these questions but she had to hope that they could.

She almost flinched slightly when she suddenly felt him kneel down in front of her and grab her hair. She didn't know at first if this was an action of hostility or comfort and felt her shoulders tense up which only relaxed slightly again when he told her he couldn't leave.

She listened to him talk and say how he couldn't do this with her until she figured things out. An understandable decision but one that was still so incredibly heartbreaking. She felt him nuzzle his head into her hands and sob which made her look up ever so slightly and press her head against his. "I want you Dean... Its always been you... But.. I... I understand if you feel d..differently. I... I understand if my ptsd is too much for y..you to be around" she cried.

"I.. I need time but I want you." she mumbled once more.

[JustAnna]

Dean took a deep and shaky breath, feeling his nose brushing close enough to hers to touch. He tilted his head to close that gap, inhaling sharply as he felt her nose against his. He felt pathetic, and weak. He felt as if the world had fallen out from under his feet, and he was reacting the worst to it. If only his dad could see him, at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and fought off the urge to cover her mouth, to stop her words. But he didn’t. He simply took them in, and shook his head.

“I didn’t say that…”, he whispered, in response to her speaking about her PTSD pushing him away. While it was the case on one hand, it wasn’t the sole reason.

Bobby stepped through the kitchen, stopping his steps as he noticed both his kids on the couch. He let a sad smirk hit the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the ticket he was bringing to Dean. Not wanting to interfere with what looked like progress, he simply turned on his heel and stepped back into the garage with a sigh.

Dean released her hair, quickly pushing the sides of her hair away from her face. He kept his nose pressed to hers, trying to reign in the tears before he could find the words to say.

“I know…”, was all he could muster, at first. He took a deep breath again, sniffling loudly before brushing his lips against hers. It wasn’t a kiss, but he wanted to kiss her so badly. It wouldn’t fix things, but at least it would make things seem more normal, “I know. I know…”

Even though he was shaky, he kissed her with a sigh. He was still devastated. He still felt as if she had punched a hole in his gut, with her lack of faith in him. He still resented the fact that she wouldn’t set her boundaries or things she would like him to do, to keep her, and keep her sane. But the time without her had proven to him one thing.

It had always been her.

He pulled back from her, helping her to sit up straight on the couch by her arms, before positioning himself in front of her again with a deep kiss, which he allowed to linger and continue for a while. He then broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers once more, with a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

Bobby glanced through the kitchen window and smirked, although he didn’t agree with them being so close, so fast. Their relationship was toxic, and he couldn’t necessarily agree with all of it, but when they were good…they were good. He couldn’t help but root for them. He wiped his hands and resigned himself to the garage, to allow them the space they needed to at least get over this one hump.

“Yeah. They’re gonna be alright…”, he muttered.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika closed her eyes when he brushed his nose against hers, she could tell he was trying to figure things out as he went just as much as she was. He wasn't the only one feeling pathetic, she was also because she felt so weak letting her insecurities rule her head. She almost started to miss Kenzi and how she kept her tougher, but now she was slowly opening up true self to Dean all over again which made her vulnerable and frightened. She didn't know hoe to be her.

She didn't even notice Bobby coming back into the kitchen toward them with Dean being so incredibly close to her. She didn't think for a second that they'd have got to this place so she was trying desperately to still comprehend everything as it happened. As he let go of her hair and then brushed it behind her ear, out of her face she slowly opened her eyes to see him as a blurry image due to how close he was.

She let the feel of his lips brush against hers, convinced that at any moment he would just leave her and dry. Instead he surprised her by barely saying a thing in response and actually kissing her. When he pulled away and helped her sit up better, she welcomed the aid before looking back at him and kissing him back deeply, refraining with all her might to not just swing her arms right round him.

She welcomed how he let it linger as she savoured his very touch and the feel of his lips on hers before he pulled away and apologised to her. She gently shook her head, "I'm sorry my insecurities put a dent in me trust of you.... I do trust you, please know that. I need you to know that" she whispered back to him, pausing as she collected herself, or at least attempted to. "I know I need to learn how to react to situations and I'll get there. I promise you, I will do anything you want me to or Bobby wants me to to sort myself out. I don't wanna push you away anymore" she spoke quietly but brutally honestly.

[JustAnna]

Dean brought a hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek, whipping away the tears that had run down. He gritted his teeth as they sat in his state, not wanting to move because it meant that he either had to leave or agree to try and move on. He took shook his head at her words, as his lips brushed against hers gently.

There was nothing that he wanted to control about her growth. That was always something that was the quickest way for him to run: control. But this was a start, toward the communication they needed. None of this had to be this serious.

Apparently, there was a part of his mind that wanted to be civil, and just show her how much he loved cared about her, regardless of the mess they had both made, “I just need to know what you want. And while you figure that out…we have to be realistic.”

He just wanted to tell her he was sorry, and kiss every inch of her face, until she took him back. But he also was aware that he had control, in this situation, in some ways. She would never let him convince her that all of this wasn’t her fault. So, he did what came natural, when they were fighting. He conceded. He sighed and closed his eyes, “Then don’t…”

As the words left his mouth, he crushed their lips together again, this time pulling her body closer to his possessively. He pulled away only briefly, glancing around the room to make sure Bobby was still outside before he turned back to her, his puffy eyes scanning hers.

“C’mon…”, he muttered quietly, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around her to pick her up. He lifted her into his arms, bridal style and started toward the stairs, just wanting to take her into a neutral space, with their current situation. He took the first couple of steps, gaining a rhythm, before kissing down her jaw line as he walked. And the cycle of Mika and Dean goes on…

[FuriePhoenix]

At his words about wanting her to figure out what she wanted, she nodded softly with their heads still together. She was determined to figure that out and she knew deep down they did need to be realistic even though everything they did could be perceived as anything but realistic.

She didn't know how else he could have responded to her declaration of not wanting to push him away anymore, so to hear him tell her not to she went to nod but felt his lips upon hers once more which just made her close her eyes tightly and kiss him back, her internal fight to not let her desperation to keep him around within the kisses beginning to waver ever so slightly. She needed him as much as he needed her, she knew their relationship wasn't anywhere near healthy but it was theirs. She felt his possessiveness as he pulled her closer, she instantly wrapping her arms round his neck as he did so.

As he pulled away and looked around the room, she knew he was scanning for Bobby's whereabouts before looking back at her, to which she looked him back in his eyes. Her eyes showing the guilt, sorrow and want to change all despite her own eyes being puffy from the night long worth of tears she had cried and during this long chat.

They had argued and even fought before, but this felt like the worst scenario they had been in together in her mind, even being worse than when he strangled her. She wasn't expecting him to practically scoop her up in their need for each other and take her upstairs, whilst still giving her the kisses he knew she liked. It truly felt like no matter what they did or said, they were trapped in this cycle, and one neither of them seemed to entirely out of.

She let him take her into a neutral space and continue with what they did best....

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She laid beside him, hugging him, her head on his shoulder, a sense of comfort and belonging coming back to her and soothing her. It made her hope she could just happy being happy likr this and screw it up again.

[JustAnna]

Dean stared at the ceiling as they laid there. He knew that they were going through this cycle, time and time again. It was part of who they were, together. Even when she was Kenzi, they still went through the same cycles. He sighed, and brought his hand up to pick up her fingers. He brought them up to his lips, and kissed them gently.

He didn’t honestly know that he was ready to be back in this scenario with her, but feeling her skin against his lips caused his rational brain to fall away, like usual.

“We always end up here…”, he finally muttered, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head before kissing her hair, his gentle way of telling her she was safe with him. He squeezed her hand, sighing. He didn’t want to live, waiting for their next cycle to begin. That would cause him to be more paranoid, and for her, it would be twice as bad.

“I do love you.”, he finally muttered, between thoughts. He blanked his mind out after the words slipped through his lips, hating the way the ‘L’ word sounded coming out of his mouth. He cringed externally, his eye twitching, and he shrugged under her head a bit to make her look at him, so he could judge her face.

[FuriePhoenix]

If they were ever to progress or become fully aware and knowledgeable of what they were to each other, she knew just as well as he did that they had to make an effort to try and not be in this cycle with each other, but something always seemed to force them back into it, no matter how hard they tried to reset things.

She looked down at her hand as she saw him take it into his own hand and lift it up to his lips, kissing which made her smile softly. It was such a simple action, a small one really, but one that always brought so much calm and solitude to her. She let out a simple 'mmhm' sound from her lips as he muttered about them always ending up in this situation unable to deny it. The feel of his lips on her head and hair making her ever so slightly nuzzle into him just that bit more, the aching in her leg just fading into the background of her mind.

She wanted to believe this was the last time they'd end up in this cycle, that from now on they would just be good and solid with each other and not mess things up, but the other part of her mind told her it was more than possible they'd end up here all over again.

When he said the three words to her without her saying them first, she initially froze in the spot she was in, never thinking in a million years she would have ever heard him say those words first. As he shrugged slightly, she looked up at him her deep dark brown black eyes meeting his green eyes. Mika found herself actually smiling warmly but softly at him properly since they had their forced chat downstairs.

"I love you too, I think I always have" she replied to him, making sure she didn't once look away from him so he could see she was well and truly telling him the truth. She knew how well he could read her face and she hoped he could tell she was telling the truth right now.

[JustAnna]

Smirking sadly, Dean swallowed, pursing his lips at her words. He was happy to hear it. But something inside him still believed that they shouldn’t have even been allowed to be near each other, much less convince each other of something as heavy as love. He glanced down at her lips, and then back into her eyes as he admitted his train of thought, “But you shouldn’t. Isn’t that what the problem is?”

He didn’t want to kill the mood, but he also wanted to make sure the at they weren’t pretending everything was perfect too soon. He brushed his thumb down the side of her face, smiling sadly once again. This time would be different. This time, he would keep to himself, shoulder what he needed to shoulder, and let go anything that he would normally explode over.

At least that’s what he told himself, in his mind.

“I never say the words…not because I don’t think it.”, he explained, “But because of what it means, to other people. I love you…more than any person in this world, save Sam. But that means the world ends, when you’re in trouble. When you cry, I feel like my heart is ripping out of my chest and being run over by a train, or something.”

He laughed sadly, peering into her eyes, “And while I want this…I know what this means, for you. It means if something happens to me, you’re alone. It means that every time I mess up, and forget that I’m not supposed to grift anymore, that I don’t have to, we’re going to end up tearing each other apart.”

He spoke honestly, which was rare. But he had to get some of this off his chest, before he exploded. His fleeing brain wanted him to kiss her, and just get back to business. But enough was enough. She needed to hear it from his mouth.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika's smile faded ever so slightly when he told her I shouldn't love him, that the love they have grown to feel for each other shouldn't be a thing for them, especially because of their lives as young hunters. Yet she knew her heart wanted what it wants and if she was honest with herself when she was Kenzi she thought those same things herself. She tried everything to stop her heart from feeling anything for Dean and failed every single damn time.

"trust me, I know... I've tried to not to, but I can't not" she replied to him. She knew he wasn't trying to kill the mood and she knew just as well as he did this was a conversation they had to have, no matter much it may hurt the both of them emotionally. Thinking everything was perfect for them again was the furthest from her mind, she knew this was just part of their process of forgiving each other and it was never an instant recovery.

She leaned into his hand as he rubbed her face with his thumb, smiling soberly but also partially warmly back as she too tried to convince herself that this time, things would be different.

She listened as he spoke honestly with her, more honestly than he had done for a very long time it felt, which she appreciated but also found them incredibly hard words to hear him admit. She hated that her crying or being hurt in any way hurt him that much. Yet it showed when he said the three heavy words, it really was truthful despite knowing he wasn't one to just say them at every single girlfriend he's ever got. For him, and her, they had to be truly meant before being said. It was why she could never say those words bsck to Ethan, when though he told her he loved her regularly.

She smiled somberly at him as he looked her right in the eyes and explained that he k ew what those words meant for her as well as him, nodding slightly in understanding as she knew he was right. She was so grateful that he was finally being fully honest with her and knew if he could be this honest with her, then she could with him also. "I know..." she began replying to him.

"I want this to work also Dean. You're not the only one that feels their entire being being ripped up when they see the other in a state, be it emotionally or physically. I do with you also. I want this just as much but I'm not going to pretend that it will be an easy road to proving we can do this. I don't think it will be easy...for either of us but I'm willing to fight the odds if you are." she started saying, deciding now was time to be fully honest.

"like I said, I'm willing to try anything I can to change and be a better person. It won't be easy for me, I'm practically learning to be myself again, someone I've forgotten to be for so long. But I wanna myself again. Be that girl you first met all that years ago." she told him.

[JustAnna]

Dean sighed, a smile finally meeting his eyes as she spoke. He felt a wave of relief washing over him. His more immature side wanted to cringe at how sappy he was being, and how sappy she was being back. It was something they had avoided and made fun of other people for, when they were younger, and mostly saw each other as friends.

Only he never really saw her as a friend, all the way back on the first night they met. He was smitten. He was already possessive and found himself wondering what her hair smelled like when she slept, or what kind of music she listened to. They hadn’t introduced themselves, other than with looks, and he still couldn’t stop his mind from wondering what her hand felt like, or what sounds she made when she was happy or sad.

As he zoned out and thought about them when they were young, after her mentioning her old self, he went back into cringe sappy mode in his head, outwardly smirking and furrowing his brow.

The way his heart jumped into his throat when she introduced herself, and her name rolled off her tongue.
The way her hand felt so small in his own when they first shook hands.

He remembered her hair, and the way the moon seemed to hit it in a way that made her glitter, and his heart want to die. He couldn’t help kiss her that night. It was the only way to stop a heart attack. It was exciting and new. She was innocent, but strong.

And finally, his mind brushed over them in her room, sneaking around while her parents were asleep, feeling her heart racing in her neck when they kissed, hearing the television blaring downstairs.

Coming out of his memories, and back to reality, he smiled, his eyes a bit teary, “I believe that. And you’re still that girl. You should feel your heart, right now.”

He pulled her up his chest a bit to kiss her nose, “I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to…but that would be stupid. I would just…”
He pecked her lips, “End up.”, another peck, “Back here.”

[FuriePhoenix]

The fact they were both being so sappy with each other didn't go amiss on her. It was true, they did always take the piss out of those couples that were so openly in love with each other, swearing that they'd never be like that. Which was highly ironic as she was very deep down a hopeless romantic. Pride and Prejudice was and still is her all time favourite fictitious book to read, she still remembered when she called him her Mr. Darcy because it was highly amusing to her how incredibly different Dean was to Darcy in front of everyone else, but with her he was different.

Like him, she always crushed on him when they were younger. Spoke for many nights with her mother about how she was terrified telling Dean how she felt because she didn't want to ruin their solid friendship. She spent nights telling her mother about what they did, or how he helped shove the bullies off of her at school, or how he made her laugh or smile at something goofy he had done. How he never failed to bring her out of herself and make her feel like she was capable of so much more than drawing and reading alone. He gave her a burst of life she so desperately needed.

She could tell he was zoning out and thinking on something, but she didn't realise he was also thinking back on their younger days. Yet she didn't say anything more than she already had, deciding to leave the ball in his court to say something else.

When he spoke once more she continued to look right in his eyes, not daring to look away incase this was all some kind of cruel joke or dream by the universe. She wasn't even aware of how her heart felt like it was skipping beats from being with him or racing at the same time. Yet when he pointed it out, she then became hyper aware of it and she smiled sheepishly, just as she did when they were younger.

She was also incredibly thankful that he believed her. That he believed she could be better and more worthy of his time and effort. She closed her eyes and smiled when he kissed her nose as he explained that he wanted to leave but knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. Just as she always tried to stay away from him but ended up crawling back the moment he asked her to. She left Ethan for him for a start, didn't even say goodbye to the guy, just dropped him like he was nothing to go running to Dean into Minnesota.

She pecked his lips back at each kiss he made onto her as her hand reached up and curled round the side of his face, her fingertips reaching his short hair at the nape of his neck. "both of us are guilty of that" she replied when the pecks stopped briefly. "just like I said in that note in the book all those years ago, I will always come back for you" she said once more, leaning up again and kissing him again, letting her lips linger on his.

"we can do this Dean... I know we can"

[JustAnna]

Dean smirked as she toyed with the baby hairs on his neck, one of his favorite habits of hers, when shew as feeling loving. It caused goosebumps to run down his arms and neck, with a small shudder, “I’m not that special…”

As he uttered the words, she kissed him, and he couldn’t help kissing her back, his eyes fluttering closed and his heart beating fast in his neck against her arm. He could hear her words of encouragement echoing in the background of his mind, as his mind went to the past again with a sigh through his nose.

October 21, 1995 - William McKinley High School - Buffalo Ride, South Dakota

Dean opened the heavy door to the school roof. He had a feeling that she was here, after what had happened in the yard. True, he had diffused the situation, but he couldn’t help but feel to blame for the torment she had gone through, earlier in the morning.

It also wasn’t like her to skip class, which had him a little more than concerned that he had messed up, by not looking for her sooner. His feet hit the gravel, and he attempted to tiptoe, but found it no use as he stepped around the stairwell dome and found her parked against its side. With a sigh, and a sad look, he stepped up beside her and smirked.

“You know skipping school is my thing, right?”, he quipped. He nudged her leg gently with his boot, “You okay?”

[FuriePhoenix]

1995

Mika was feeling so fed up of school life. She was one of the rare ones that when it came to learning she enjoyed school. She loved her art teacher and English teacher but when it came to the other students, they were making her life hell which was only getting worse because the popular girls were getting jealous that Dean was paying her attention and not them. It was highly cliche but not any less hurtful.

She was so thankful for Dean diffusing the earlier situation for her and telling the girls where to go but she still felt like she needed to just escape to a calming environment to calm down and gather herself. Truth was, she was completely oblivious to how much time she had spent on this roof, in the corner where her and Dean went together every single time so she wasn't even aware she skipped class until it was far too late to go down and return.

She was staring out the view which in her eyes, was a good one from this vantage point, the slight breeze blowing a few small sections of her rich red hair behind her. She heard his footsteps hit the gravel and recognised said footsteps as being his straight away but she didn't look behind her until he reached her position and he lightly kicked her leg with his foot.

At his quip she gave a small half smile, "I didn't intend to skip class, guess I just got lost in thought" she replied, giving him her usual signal for him to sit next to her. "just needed to gather myself on my own for a bit ya know? Figured coming here was the safest place to go and lost track of time." she added, finishing her sentence with a sigh.

"I'm just getting tired of being everyone's punchbag either physically or verbally. They're going as far as to destroy my art assignments now. They're hellbent on letting me know I won't escape then as long as I attend this school." she explained.

[JustAnna]

1995

Dean furrowed his brow a bit at how much the bullying had affected her, to the point that she was missing class, simply from losing track of time. It worried him, and honestly made him want to be violent, if not just to keep her from hardening up, like Sam. He slowly lowered himself to the gravel, beside her, staying leaned forward a bit, to remove his jacket as she sighed.

The air on the roof was a bit colder than the crisp air on the ground. If he was cold, he knew she was probably cold. He wrapped his jacket loosely around her shoulders, before leaning his back against the wall, “Mika…”

He let her name roll of his tongue in the middle of a sigh, trying to find the words to make her feel better about the situation, one that he helped cause. He wasn’t the best at handling flirting or telling girls ‘no’ when they flirted with him. That’s how all the problems started.

Since he had lost interest in making out with the more popular girls in school, or hiding out behind the bleachers with them, it had become an obsession for most of them. Not that he wasn’t flattered, but it was honestly pathetic. But Mika. Mika was exciting. She had been exciting to him since the day he had met her, six or so months prior.

In fact, just his hand brushing the back of her neck as he pulled away from giving her his jacket caused a jolt to hit his heart, taking his breath for a second. He decided to speak up, to hopefully reassure, as best he could.

“I could take care of that.”, he said plainly, turning his face to hers briefly to smile, “But seriously, stand up to them. A lot of them are only doing this crap because you’re friends with me, and they’re boring. Hell, if I hadn’t gotten under their skin out the gate, here, they would probably be beating me up, too.”

He knew it was vague advice, and every part of him wanted to just tell her to kick their asses, or bust their skulls. But he knew that wasn’t Mika’s way, either. She was more gentle than he was, and it was part of what made his heart jump out of his chest, when she looked at him.
“But I’m here now. Your knight in shining armor…”, he finished with a laugh, glancing down at her lips briefly.

[FuriePhoenix]

1995

When he removed his jacket and wrapped it round her shoulders, she couldn't help but smile lightly and instinctively grabbed each side of the garment and pulled it tightly round her so she could keep it round her more securely. The smell of it being the same as how he smelled which instantly brought the most calm to her she had felt since coming up here.

She knew she needed to be able to stand up for herself more, not let them see her as an easy target but she was never that kind of girl. She just wanted to get on with her passions and school work and not bother anyone. Yet even before Dean came along she had issues, it just so happened when she became friends with Dean, it really kicked off. But she couldn't help connecting with him naturally and finding him be a really good friend to her.

She listened to him talk to her, a small but genuine smile coming onto her lips at his words. A smile that only grew a little when he called himself her Knight in shining armour. She leaned into him, placing her head on his shoulder as she kept cuddling his jacket round her, briefly looking up at him before back out the view, "forever my hero" she replied to him. She knew he had a but of a hero complex but she did honestly always consider him exactly that to her.

"I just wanna get through school and pass my exams. Do my art, read my books and live without drama. But school has never been easy for me Dean. I'm literally that girl from the movies that stands out because she's the quiet one, the redheaded arty one that doesn't fit into any of the clicks. The one student that is liked more by the teachers than other students. It's pathetic really" she sighed.

"I'd always be the target for the 'accidental' trip ups or having my stuff be slapped out of my grip. They're just using you as the next thing to torment me with. It's nothing new for me. I guess my life is just destined to be that school kid trope" she added. She didn't want to call herself such a person but it's how she was seeing her life playing out. Only difference was that she had Dean to fall onto and not shoulder everything alone anymore.

She slipped her arms into the sleeves of his jacket so she loop her arm through his in a sort of hug, pulling her legs up to her chest. "how did you know to come find me anyway? Did one of my teachers say something?" she asked.

[JustAnna]

1995

Dean was happy to see a smile on her face, even if it made his throat swell a bit with nerves. He would never let her see them, though. In her state, and her situation, he would never want to take advantage. His own thoughts caused him to flinch a bit, frowning after she turned away from him to lay her head on his shoulder. He slowly leaned his face against the top of her head as she spoke.

Her smarts and her love for art was one of the endearing things, to him. It was a relief to see someone be so passionate about things that he considered mundane, and with the job he was wrapped up with, with John, a waste of his time. But watching her read was one of his odd pastimes, a welcome quiet break from his life.

“Hey…don’t beat yourself up over that, alright? I mean, things could be worse. You could be Sam.”, he quipped as he hugged his arm. He placed his free hand on top of hers, brushing his thumb back and forth across her knuckles. He almost didn’t hear her question, as he zoned out to the smell of her hair, but he pulled himself out of the thousand yard stare and shrugged.

“Um…I might have been waiting for you, outside your last class. After what happened in the yard, I was gonna walk you to lunch. When you didn’t come out, I figured you were here. Turns out, my stalking led me straight to you.”, he said with a laugh. The wind caught her hair, blowing it onto his face, and he took a deep breath.

“And I don’t think you should change, by the way. All those things? The things they hit you for, and make fun of you for? That’s why I lo-…Those things are what make you, you. I don’t climb stairs for just anyone.”, he muttered, instinctively kissing the top of her head.

[FuriePhoenix]

Feeling his head rest ontop of hers brought her some considerable amount of calm and relief. His many simple actions made her feel like there was hope in the world, that she had somewhere to belong, even if they were just close friends. She loved how he never once judged her for her passions, but instead welcomed them even if they weren't his passions. She loved reading to him or having watch her draw on the field under a tree.

When Dean told her to not beat herself up over everything, as she could be Sam, she couldn't stop the small light chuckle that escaped her at his dig about his little brother. "Sam's not all that bad Dean and you know it" she countered to him, knowing deep down how much Dean loved his little brother. She too liked Sam, she found him sweet and even at his young age incredibly smart.

She felt another wave of calm wash over her when he placed his hand over hers and brushed her knuckles eith his thumb, nuzzling her head into him a bit more, as if doing so would make her any closer to him which was impossible to do. She listened as he admitted he was waiting outside her classroom for her out of worry for her and another soft smile crept onto her lips. He really was so incredibly protective over her and she welcomed it as she never had had someone always watching out for her before.

She continued to listen as he told her never to change. She could have sworn he was going to say something when he quickly stopped himself and said something else. She smirked and made a very small snigger as he said he didn't walk stairs for just anyone and kissed the top of her head. "we'll I'm honoured to be someone you'd do such a strenuous activity" she quipped back at him before her stomach started to growl from being hungry which made her chuckle.

She couldn't believe that her stomach would just totally ruin the moment, a moment she wished deep down was because they were more than friends but thankful she had it as friends nonetheless. She didn't know if it was love she had for him or just a simple crush but she did feel so much for him than friendship, she was just too terrified to say anything incase he didn't feel the same way. For someone so smart, she was being incredibly oblivious when it came to how he felt for her.