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

[JustAnna]

Dean continued laughing loudly, until Mika pulled him from the ground. He helped her, staggering when he stood, but holding onto her tightly. He smiled even brighter when she grabbed his hand and yelled for him to hide. The bus that they ran behind was tall enough to completely hide their bodies as Bobby opened the door and looked around the lot, his shotgun in his hand.

He held her close to his chest and peered over the hood, sighing heavily when Bobby went back inside, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and sitting behind his desk to wait for them.

“He’s gonna kill us…”, he laughed, tangling his hand in her hair as he watched Bobby. He then stumbled back down to the ground, falling onto his ass roughly with a laugh, meeting her eyes, “We might have to hide out here all night.”

The moon showed how bright his eyes were, and how excited but highly intoxicated he was, despite the blood covering his face and fixed broken nose. He felt like a teenager again, and couldn’t help but seeing Mika that way as well. They were sneaking around, finding ways to stay together despite everything that tried to tear them apart.

“I’ll keep you safe…”, he muttered, keeping hold of her as a few raindrops began falling on their faces.

[FuriePhoenix]

Like Dean, she peered over the hood whilst being close to his chest to see Bobby looking around outside with his shotgun in his hands before he eventually turned round and went back inside. She had hoped he would be asleep for the night as she did tell him to not wait up but it seemed he had other plans andwas doing the exact opposite to what she suggested. She giggled at Dean's assumption knowing it was more than true, smiling to herself as he tangled his hand in her hair as they watched Bobby through the window and saw he really wasn't going to go to bed until they were back home.

She turned round and let herself drop to the floor, usingher feet to steadily get onto the ground by shuffling them outward to lower herself until she was sat down and wrapped up in his arms. "We might have to, good job I have my car keys in my pocket if we need shelter" she smirked to him, looking at him in his eyes and honestly getting lost in them as she did on a regular basis because of them always being so much brighter than her own.

Not only that, but she could see just how intoxicated he truly was, and see how excited and young feeling he was in this moment, despite them both being in their early twenties. It really was like they were teenage selves once again, she could almost just picture his younger face and not the bloodied one that was actually in front of her. "good because I might need my beloved hero if we're to stay out here" she said back before feeling the droplets of rain hit her face, making her break frm his eyes and look up at the sky.

Seeing the rain falling, not incredibly heavy but steadily she smiled, closing her eyes to feel the cold water hit her face, it making her feel refreshed. Slowly she tilted her head back down to face him and opened his eyes, placing her hands on his collarbones, her fingers just reaching over his shoulders. She couldn't think of much to say to him, instead just looking at him lovingly and slowly leaned in to kiss him. In her drunken state it made her feel like she was in some corny movie but she didn't care.

This was what their relationship needed, a typical carefree end of date night moment.

[JustAnna]

Dean smiled at the idea of them sleeping in her car, which they hadn’t had to do in forever. HIs gaze fell into a mesmerized smirk, just taking in the way she looked at him. She always seemed to see him as so much more than he ever could believe he was worth.

He barely felt the rain coming down around them lightly, as he stared at her, the hair across his forehead slowly becoming dampened and falling from it’s normally upright place. Dean slowly lifted his own face to the cold rain, smiling and squeezing his eyes shut, before bringing his face back to hers.

As she continued to give him the look that made his heart flutter, he had an urge to kiss her. The alcohol caused the feeling to scream through his mind, but surprisingly, she beat him to it. Gripping her hair that his hand was still wrapped up in, he pulled her closer and kissed her back deeply, his other hand coming up to hold her face to his.

It was cheesy. It was romantic. It was the exact sort of thing she loved, and it just added to the teenaged feeling of the entire moment. The rain just egged him on, as a small rumble of thunder rolled around them, and the falling rain picked up, falling loudly against the gravel.

His heart fluttered up into his throat as he felt his shirt soaking through, just feeding on the moment of no worry, for once. He was too drunk, and content to care much about the rest of the world.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika saw how the rain was starting to dampen down his hair, it reminding her of the time as kids when he sneaked to her room one rainy night and she was greeted by a soaked through teenage Dean Winchester rapping at her window. She remembered scrambling off her bed where she was reading her favourite book at the time to open the window and usher him inside before he got anymore wet, worried he'd catch a cold if he remained outside.

She could tell that he was taken by surprise when she kissed him first but she didn't care, she practically sank in his grip as he held her closer by her hair and face. She thought she was over the cheesiness and romantic notions in life from her books and films, but it seemed in this very moment she wasn't over it at all. She was lapping it all up and like with Dean, the rain just spurred her on more.

As the rain got heavier, and she could hear it hitting the gravel hard as well as her jacket. She felt it start soak through her jeans but it was just adding to the moment between them. She didn't want to pull away, instead just continued on kissing him deeply, sliding her arms round his shoulders and interlocking her fingers together at the back of his neck. The night may have had a moment of terror and upset, but it seemed like to her that all just washed away in this very moment between them.

Eventually she did have to pull away for a breath, smiling as she caught her breath once more, moving one hand to sweep his wet hair up and back off his face, whilst hers had well and truly gotten wet and flat, in comparison to her usually quite volumous hair. She noticed how the rain had pretty much cleared off the remaining blood that was smeared across their faces and she tried so hard to not just kiss him once again which she failed miserably at, leaning in and kissing him again knowing if they didn't stop at some point, things would escalate rapidly between them.

[JustAnna]

Dean had started to shiver against the kiss, due to the cold rain mixed with night are, his shaky hands pulling at her hair until she pulled away briefly. He couldn’t help the lazy smile that appeared on his face, mirroring her own as he closed his eyes amid the feeling of her fingers against his forehead. He felt the familiar pang in his stomach, which he hadn’t bothered to feed into since he was a teenager, the last time they were in this position.

He leaned up on his knees as she kissed him again, pulling her with him as he released her hair with one hand to fumble at the door handle of bus they were hiding behind, to pull himself off the ground. He pulled at the handle, and in his drunken state gave a loud ‘yes!’ At the handle giving way and opening the door. Pulling her around the door, he carefully lifted her, stumbling on top of her as he tried to sit her gently on the back seat.

“Ow!”, he laughed, pushing her back gently and climbing in on top of her. He ducked and kissed her again, reaching back to peel his wet shirt off his back and over his head. He struggled with another giggle, and sat up, finally managing to pull it off his head, tossing it into the dusty front seat.

He dipped back down, kissing her a little more aggressively, hitching her knee up to his ribs. The rain roared against the metal roof, drowning out any thoughts of how dirty their environment was as his hand wandered toward her waistband.

[FuriePhoenix]

As Dean fumbled with the door handle of the bus she couldn't stop the smirk that lazily appearing on her lips as she watched him manage to open it. His loud declaration of joy at managing to open the door made her chuckle and placed a finger to her lips, "Shhh" she chuckled, still feeling ever as much the teenager she once was.

She let him lift her in the process and placed her on the back seat, only for her to laugh as he stumbled in with a thud. "you're such a klutz" she chuckled as he clambered in after moving her back and then climbed ontop of her. Looking up at him, she kissed him back gladly before seeing him trying and failing a couple of times to remove his soaking wet shirt. The whole situation making her feel like they were doing something so naughty when considering their age they really weren't.

Like Dean, she didn't pay attention to how dirty and dusty the inside of the bus was, she was too wrapped up in her drunken feelings and cravings for and with Dean. As he kissed her once more, more agressively she matched his agressiveness kissing him back, letting him hitch her knee up to his ribs which made her wrap her leg round his waist in response as he went for her waistband of her jeans.

Her free leg, hitching up slightly, her foot pressing against the edge of the seat they were on beside his legs. She moved her hands down toward his own waistband, unbuckling his belt when she reached there, yanking it apart happily. The thought that they would regret their choice of place to be once again intimate when they sober up not even crossing her mind, all she cared about now was sleeping with Dean.

[JustAnna]

Dean’s skin lit up when her fingers reached his waistband, and he gave a soft shuddered groan against her lips. His fingers finally managed to decide to work, and he pulled roughly at her pants, pulling them down with some effort. He broke the kiss and leaned back from her, letting her legs down long enough to peal her rain soaked pants from her legs clumsily. He reached behind him and worked her boots to the point that he could remove them, before dropping both of them in the floor, and finally managing to get her pants off with a noise of happiness.

Before rejoining her, he reached out of the bus and pulled the door shut as quietly as he could manage. Turning back to her he trailed kisses from her ankle, up her thigh and carefully across her stomach, before lowering himself back down into a deep and aggressive kiss against her lips, biting her bottom lip roughly as he fumbled with the button on his own pants.

After unbuttoning them, his hands trailed up her sides with a sigh, stopping them at her throat, where he pressed his fingers into her jawline. The setting, with the rain and the alcohol, and the adrenaline was intoxicating on its own. It was exciting and erotic. It was what he needed, just carefree time with her, blowing off steam.

Again…Bobby was going to be pissed, if he found them…

[FuriePhoenix]

As Dean pulled and tugged at her jeans, she arched her hips up ever so slightly to aid him in removing them, now aware of how stuck to her skin they had gotten in such a short amount of time. She complied to his every action, slipping her feet out of her boots when he removed them, letting them fall to the bus's floor with a low thud, kicking up a bit of dust in the process. She couldn't stop the smile from being on her lips as he removed her jeans now her boots were off her feet, making it easier for him.

Closing the bus door was no doubt for the best, making the rain that hit the roof and the windows echo all the more around them. His kisses up her legs, stomach and face just spurred her on more, sending shivers through her entire body before kissing him back, his biting of her bottom lip causing a small groan coming from her as he reached his hand up to her throat after managing to unbutton his jeans that she then slid her hands down and pulled his jeans down his legs as best she could in her intoxicated state.

With the risk of being caught spurring her on even more, she knew this was going to be a date night end that if they were lucky, they would never forget.....

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A small whilst later she laid with him in the bus, listening to the rain still pour down on the roof as she smiled with content. It was a miracle they weren't caught and she enjoyed their moment, even if it wasn't in her clean car or bedroom. It was still one for the books in her mind. She felt complete as she always did with him, even started to feel tired but part of her didn't want to fall asleep just yet.

"Well, this is one more place we can mark off that we shagged in" she softly chuckled before yawning lightly, nuzzling into Dean. It was only now did she really realise what a state the bus was in making her grimace. "Next time though? Somewhere cleaner" she smirked.

[JustAnna]

Dean sighed, his head not swimming quite as badly as when they had first arrived home. It could have possibly been the heavy and extremely cold rain that had sobered him up a bit, but he could actually see pretty straight and he too looked around the bus, realizing that they picked one of the more dilapidated vehicles in the lot to hide out in.

He smirked at her words, “I think this may be one of my favorites…”

As he muttered the words, he chuckled, adjusting himself a bit as he had somehow ended up on his back at some point. There was rarely a moment like this that wasn’t explosive for them, as intensely as they both felt every single emotion in their heads, but he had to admit, alcohol just made things that much better.

He chuckled again as she commented on the state of the place, “What? Why would we pick anything cleaner? I’m thinking next time…haunted house? Hmm…truck stop bathroom?”

He let out a toothy laugh, running his hand up the small of her back, over her scars gently, and ran it through her hair. Rubbing his chin against her forehead, he moved her head to look up at him, and placed a soft kiss against her nose, “Thanks for taking me out…a hunt and wet sex? What more could I have asked for?”

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika chuckled at his words as she had to admit she did agree. The place may be filthy, but there was just something about the whole night and the fact alcohol completely led their actions that just made the night so much better. Even if she did feel she needed a shower when she got into the house.

Not even she knew when they managed to get into the positions they were in, but took a guess it must have been either when they were done screwing each other's brains out, or shhe may have briefly remembered being the one on top. She couldn't quite figure it out but she didn't care, she was mostly impressed that they both managed to just fit on the seat, even if she was partially laying ontop of him to do so.

At Dean's suggestion for the next places to put on their non existent list she had to chuckle, letting out a small sigh of happiness as he ran his fingers over her scars on her back, reaching up to her hair. "may as well add an abandoned hospital to the list too if you're gonna mention those" she joked back.

As he lifted her head up, she looked up at him, briefly closing her eyes as he kissed her nose. Smiling warmly but broadly she reopened her eyes to look him in the eye, "you're welcome, I needed it too. It's been a while since I felt that alive" she softly laughed, leaning her head up to reach his lips and kissed him gently before pulling away.

"this night has been utterly wild, even for us, but I really wouldn't change a single moment of it" she told him.

[JustAnna]

Dean raised his eyebrows high onto his forehead and smiled, surprised by her abandoned hospital suggestion, “Oh! Yeah…probably some beds and tables left over, and super echo-y.”

“You’re definitely…DEFINITELY alive.”, Dean whispered against her lips as she kissed him, his smile causing dimples, “And tonight was perfect. We should do this more often, maybe minus the rust and the dust. Having crazy wild, loud sex after a hunt is something I can get behind…every time. I’m drunk, but you definitely sobered me up a bit…”

He kissed her once more and then furrowed his brow, remembering that Bobby was awake. He looked up from her, looking out the dingy window and across the lot at the window, next to Bobby’s desk. The light was still on, and he had to assume that Bobby was still sitting at his desk.

“It’s going to be hard to sneak back in…”, he muttered with a scoff, “Whether we’re dressed or not.”

He laughed at the thought, and pushed a piece of wet hair away from her face, taking in how different she looked, soaked to the bone by rain, and filthy. But in a way, it just made her more gorgeous to him. Disgusting leather seats be damned, this was the most comfortable he had been in months. He flexed his chest a bit, judging whether he was getting sore, now that the alcohol had worn off just a bit.

“How is your side?”

[FuriePhoenix]

When Mika gave out the idea, she was wholeheartedly joking around and didn't mean her suggestion in the slightest, but it seemed to amuse Dean and his reply just made her oureagious suggestion all the more funnier.

She smiled at his words calling her definitely alive against his lips as she kissed him, before noticing the dimples that were caused by his smile as they pulled away from each other just enough to talk again. She chuckled at his suggestion about doing it more often and she had to agree. "you won't be hearing any complaints from me on that suggestion" she smirked against his lips once more as he kissed her again.

She almost forgot all about Bobby being awake until she saw Dean look up from her and out the dingy window of the old bus. "I almost forgot he was awake still. But I like a challenge" she replied as he wiped some of her still wet hair out of her face, taking in his face as he did so.

When she got asked baout her side she looked down at her left side and tried to see it in the dark lighting, lightly touching round the area with her fingertips, "think it's alright, it's not bleeding so that's a bonus. But I won't be surprised if I got dirt in it" she commented. She hoped she hadn't but considering what they were just doing, she wasn't assuming it was still clean.

"what about you? You were more beat up than I was" she asked him, still thankful that she didn't lose him in that bar, knowing how quickly it could have gone wrong with vampires. She was also thankful that the bartender Jess left the shotgun on the bar when the conflict started breaking out and her own quick thinking, that she got to save his ass.

[JustAnna]

Dean laughed at her accepting the challenge of sneaking back into the house without Bobby noticing what they had been up to, or what little blood was still soaked into their hair and clothes.

He ran one of his hands down from the side of her face, down her chest and over her side, covering her wound with his hand, “We’ll have to clean you up in a bit. A warm bath would probably do you some good, before we start to stink…”

He smiled warmly and was about to kiss her when she asked about his injuries. He honestly hadn’t thought about them. He was so focused on her, and the way her body moved, and how well she knew every sensitive area and right things to say, that he forgot he was nursing a broken nose and a pretty gnarly bruise across his cheek bone.

“I’ve had worse. Trust me.”, he glanced toward his chest, and smirked, moving to let her do the same thing she had allowed, when they had first met back up. He picked up her hand, and placed it on his chest, just over the scarring gash that had almost taken him from her, letting her feel it.

[FuriePhoenix]

As Dean moved his hand down her skin, she let her hand move from her gash and let him touch the area himself, knowing he wouldn't have taken her dismissing it as enough. That's one thing she always loved about him, just how much he needed to know for himself that she was indeed alright. His words about getting a bath when they get inside before they started to stink made her smile and nod. "probably the best call" she agreed to him.

Like him, she too always worried about him more than herself. The only times she was genuinely scared for herself was at times when her injuries were fatal, like her back or even to some degree her leg from back in Minnesota as she was convinced at one point he'd have to take her to the hospital to be patched up. Or the time he had save her from drowning in the sea from a fight on a hunt that went massively wrong. She had thought that time she was a goner, just drowning and blacking out until the next thing she knew Dean was hovering over her on the harbour bringing her back. Any other time, she worried massively over Dean and whatever injuries he received, be with minor or fatal.

The moment though he said he had worse, she realised and remembered his story about how he almost died and she wasn't there to be with him, pangs of anger toward John trying to creep back up again but she kept those feelings squashed down as he took her hand and moved it to his scar that she could just tell would have been the kill blow if he had indeed died alone. Her fingers lightly brushed over the scar tissue taking in the feel of it under her fignertips as she ran her fingers along the full length of it.

Leaning down she lightly kissed the scar, letting her kiss linger for a few seconds before lifting her head back up and taking his face into her hand. "We've both had worse, I guess we now match" she smiled somberly at him.

[JustAnna]

Dean hissed a bit as she ran her fingers over the tender skin, as it was still healing under all the scarring. As she leaned down and kissed the scar, he couldn’t help his eyes drifting closed. The memories of the attack fluttered into his mind, and then slipped away as she touched his face. He smiled and nodded, “That we have…”

Thinking about the times together that they had almost died, one way or another was painful to remember, in a way. But he was thankful they were both still fine. Yeah, he had almost died horrifically, and mostly because his dad gave up on him, and it sucked…but now he was with her.

He then thought back to the night of her attack, and how everyone acted around him, when they broke the news of her death. He had stumbled out the door, and dropped to his knees for the first time in his life, screaming at the sky in the rain to the point that his throat bled. No one followed him, but Sam, confused and hurt to see him so torn up. He didn’t even remember how long he stayed in that position, not wanting to be around anyone as he punished himself, and verbally punished the universe for taking the one good. The one constant in his life. It was the single worse feeling he could remember, and coming out of the vision, he stared up at her face, her hand still on his cheek.

“But I’m still here…”, he whispered, reaching up to grab her own face, pulling it down to his in a thankful and passionate kiss.

[FuriePhoenix]

Mika tried to be more delicate with her touch when he hissed from the sensitivity of his healing scar, not wanting to put him in anymore pain than he already must be to some degree. Like Dean though, she was thankful they were still alive and back together as she couldn't imagine what almost dying alone must have been like in his situation. Sure there was the fact that she almost died alone at one stage as her parents were already long dead and ripped apart by the time the Wendigo turned it's attention to her. Even when she managed stumble, crawl and stagger all the way to Bobby's, there were times when she had to stop because she thought she wouldn't be able to make it as the pain in her back was excruiating.

She was even shocked at the time that she managed to get to Bobby's before any hunter, let alone it being John got near her house and missed her. Yet it seemed something in the universe in that night decided she wasn't to die that night. She couldn't even begin to try and remember how Bobby reacted having his only niece pass out face first on his door step after she banged on the door. Or what he must have been thinking when he was trying to patch her up and keep her alive. Unlike Dean, she had someone, she had family who actually cared enough to be there incase she did die. She presumed that was why she was so angry at John for choosing to not be by Dean's side.

For now though she needed to focus on the fact both were very much alive and together again. She also had hope that now they had been better than ever with each other for a while, that this was it for them. They were to remain good. As he lifted his hand up to her face back, she smiled and nodded before closing her eyes as he leaned closer and kissed her passionately, which she returned. Life was good in this moment and she wished for it to never end even though with their relationship, it was more than probable for it to indeed end at some point yet again.

She eventually reluctantly pulled away slowly, opening her eyes to look back down at him with a fond warm smile. "Shall we get dressed again and try and sneak in?" she asked, "Or do you wanna lay in the dirt some more?" she smirked.

[JustAnna]

Dean watched carefully as she traced the scars with a gentler touch, and seemed to be mulling over some emotions as she went. Although he repressed a lot of what happened to her, he couldn't help but wonder if she still dealt with it, and just didn't speak about it, which he knew from experience was likely the source of a lot of her anger issues, and withdrawal.

He smirked as she pulled away from the kiss, chasing her lips a bit, and letting both his arms drop in defiance. He wanted to say ‘no’ to going inside, as he knew it would possibly end with Bobby being incredibly pissed if they weren’t careful. He weighed his options visually on his face, before finally settling, “Yeeeeah. I think we should probably try to go and um…get a bath. I just hope I am as sober as I currently feel.”

He laughed, his eyes still swimming a bit if he turned his head too quickly, and pushed her back as he sat up carefully. Sitting up, he groaned a bit at how sore he was and scratched the back of his neck, “I think a few of those hits were spot on.”

He held up a thumb, congratulating the vampires for managing to actually hurt him a bit, chuckling.

“C’mon. Let’s sneak in. It’s gonna be a cold and wet trek, though…”, he quipped at her, still noticing how wet her hair was, “Think he’ll notice?”

[FuriePhoenix]

Dean's suspicions of her own survival from the wendigo attack were closer to the truth than he realised. She did repress a hell of a lot of them. Bobby called survivor's guilt. She had pent up aggression which always seemed to come out and be directed at the wrong people person. Dean always got the brunt of it, even more so than Bobby did (which she was certain Dean didn't know she did. He wasn't the only one who got a barrage of her anger) and she hated herself each and every time she lashed out at those she loved. She wasn't the aggressive type when she was herself, but that attack left a lot more emotional damage than even she was prepared to admit.

She still had thoughts at night where she was tempted to just end it all, to do a hunt she couldn't handle just to see if whatever she hunted could actually succeed in killing her, but then she remembered Dean...remembered his face every time he looked at her, remembered how cut up and reckless with grief he was when she was thought to be dead. She remembered the happiness, the hope, the belonging he gave her which made her fight to survive another day.

She knew at some point she would have to properly open up to Dean, pour her hesrt out of how she felt, but she was terrified of being seen as weak. Yet she was convinced the day she did open up would be a day when her survivor's guilt and ptsd would truly show itself a d there would be no turning back.

Seeing him weigh up the options of which would be the better option to do, she smiled at him before he finally chose the option to try and sneak back in. She chuckled at his remark about trying to act sober, "I wouldn't be surprised if he's expecting us to come back in drunk" she countered to him, as she stood up from resting on him and grabbed her now dusty clothes and got dressed again.

At his next comment about how the vampires actually managed to get in good hits she smirked shaking her head. "good idea and probably" she chuckled as she pulled on her tops, then her boots, before looking round for her jacket in the dim light.

[JustAnna]

Dean shook himself from most of him thoughts, and smiled brightly in the dark, grabbing his jeans from the dusty floor of the bus. He didn’t really bother to look for his other clothes, figuring that if he wanted to come get them, he could come back out in the daylight and find them. He was more concerned about dressing decent enough to not cause Bobby alarm.

Laughing at the thought of walking into the house naked, Dean pulled his jeans on and then slipped his feet into his boots, looking around the lot that was now flooded with water in places.

“He’s probably going to figure us out, either way.”, he muttered, scooting closer to her to open the door to the bus. The rain was still lightly falling across the wet gravel and splashed a bit off the door as it hung open, “Or at the very least, someone has already called him about the vampire bodies. So, I fully expect a lecture about cleaning up our messes.”

Dean scooted toward the door, putting his feet down on the gravel heavily, and turning back to her, realizing that he was still pretty drunk. His head was swimming, and the rain was only making it worse as it fell on his bare shoulders. He stood straight and stretched, flexing his chest with a tiny hiss, “I’m still drunk…”

[FuriePhoenix]

She eventually found her jacket and grabbed it, slinging it over her shoulder instead of actually putting it on. She found it so typical of Dean to not find the rest of his clothes and instead decide trying to sneak into the house topless was his best idea.

Seeing him laugh at the thought he had, she decided to not even ask what he was thinking, instead just letting him go to the door of the bus as he said about Bobby easily being able to figure them out which she had to nod her agreement. Bobby was many things, but ignorant and naiive was not two of those of things.

She followed him out of the bus whilst listening to what he said, jumping down and out seeing how flooded some of the areas of the lot were, glad that she didn't decide to go bare footed back into the house (something she had done before even though it was incredibly painful to do so). "oh no doubt he'll lecture us about that when he finds out, if he hasn't already. Wouldn't be surprised if that's why he's still up" she replied to him, an amused smirk on her face.

"I am not surprised you are, you drank more than me" she smiled, grabbing for his hand eith her free hand to go back inside with him as she felt the rain hit her once again. "let's try and get in without him noticing then" she told him, beginning the walk almost leading the way even though she knew Dean knew the house just as well as she did.

She tried to guage which door to go through as she knew in Dean's drunken state there's no way they could do the whole climbing the outside to get to her bedroom window and get in that way. Not to mention both were injured enough hat it would hurt to practically park our their way up.