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

[JustAnna]

Dean stood, waiting for her to exit the van, his hand held out. He grabbed her hand and took off across the lot after shutting the door of the bus quietly. He glanced around the lot, first looking up toward the attic, where he normally would just climb up. But he knew that climbing a ladder, while trying to be quiet, and while drunk was a horrible idea.

“What can I say? I like drinking if I’m in a bar. You’re a bad influence!”, he quipped at her, finally taking in her comment about his drinking for the night. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as he had been when they came back. He wondered how many random bruises they both probably had, considering he fell…a lot.

“I think we can go through the basement. The stairs are right next to the stairs to the attic. If we walk quietly, maybe take our shoes off? We might can get by him before he notices. His hearing isn’t the greatest…I hope.”, he explained, lowering his body and pulling him with her as they approached the house.

Stepping up to the door of the basement, he stepped inside, pulling her in behind him and closing the door slowly, with a face. As it clicked closed, he paused, holding his hands out toward it to listen for Bobby’s footsteps. Hearing none, he turned back to her and giggled.

“Door one…success…”

[FuriePhoenix]

At being called a bad influence she scoffed and smirked at it, feeling like they were as bad as each other but it amused her nonetheless. At the suggestion of going through the basement, she nodded her agreement, knowing if they were to have any kind of hope of getting to her room undetected, that was the way to go. "good call, we might have to remove our boots but it could possible" she replied.

She followed him, letting him pull her to the basement door and then inside, which she made sure to be as careful and quiet as possible. She stepped forward once inside, letting Dean close the door. With the click of the door closing, she too looked upward instinctively trying to hear if Bobby got up to walk around but sighed with relief when there was no hint of him leaving his desk.

"now for door two" she whispered, unable to keep the amused smile off her face as she then started quietly walking toward the door to get into the main house near the stairs. There was something about sneaking around like mischievous children that was just utterly hysterical to Mika, but she knew better than to laugh out loud just yet.

The challenge wasn't fully over yet and it wouldn't be until they reached her room. She carefully and slowly opened the next door and leaned her head round the corner to see if the coast was clear, satisfied that it was, she gave the signal that it was all good to Dean.

[JustAnna]

Dean nodded reluctantly at the idea of having to make it through another door, before they could even attempt to walk up the stairs of the house. So many ways to make noise. When she stepped over to the next door, and poked her head through it, he couldn’t help but poke his head through as well. Holding both his shoulders, he leaned in above her head to check and see if the coast was clear.

When she gave him a signal that the coast was clear, he pulled his head back and released her, placing a hand on her lower back and slipping around her to tiptoe toward the stairs. Before he could touch the first step, Bobby’s voice shook him to his core.

“You wanna explain to me why I just got a call from Jessica Mosby, telling me that you left her with a mess at the bar? I had to call Rufus.”, Bobby grumbled from across the room. Dean froze, staring over at him as he continued, “I can see you, you idjit. Where are your clothes? And where’s my niece? Jess said you guys were pretty beat up and wasted…”

[FuriePhoenix]

When Dean placed his hands on her shoulders and peered round the corner above her head, she really had to bite her tongue to not snigger out loud as she felt like they were in some Scooby Doo episode or something similar. It made it funnier knowing that that reference would be something that Dean would no doubt take joy in as she knew he secretly loved the cartoon series, even if it was Daphne.

She let him go slightly ahead once more and then started to step out behind him when before she could even get out of the basement properly, she heard Bobby's vice break through the silence making her grimace that they were so blantantly busted.

She tried to continue hiding to see if she'd get away with getting up the stairs without being seen after Bobby spoke to Dean, but the moment he mentioned her she knew it was fruitless to continue hiding. So after Bobby was done talking, she stepped out from behind Dean and sheepishly gave her uncle a wave with an equally sheepish smile.

"Hey uncle" she said, "uhh...we did offer to clean up..." she told him, "but we uhh...kinda got into a bar fight with vampires, they were hitting on me and tried to get me away from Dean, one thing lead to another..." she continued speaking, waving her hands around as she spoke, "and before we knew it vamp heads were taken off, we got a teeeeeeensy bit drunk and walked home, getting caught in the rain as we did so". she decided to pause what happened there.

She wasn't going to say that the rest of Dean's clothes were in the old bus, deciding that she wasn't going to be the one to explain that plothole.

[JustAnna]

Bobby rolled his eyes at Mika’s explanation of events, not as surprised as he wished he was. He had patched Dean up from what seemed like a million bar fights out at Rusty’s. He simply stared at Dean, and narrowed his eyes, “And your clothes?”

“Vamp blood?”, Dean said sheepishly, raising his shoulders at Bobby. When Bobby didn’t cave, Dean outwardly cringed, and let his shoulders drop.

“Upstairs. Both of you…”, Bobby said simply, shaking his head, “And next time you come in from one of your romps…do it in the morning…dressed.”

Dean flinched at Bobby’s words, and started up the stairs, “Bobby for the record, we chose a car that…”

“Just get up stairs before I shoot you!”, Bobby yelled as he stepped back over to his desk. Dean turned to Mika, giving her a look that read ‘I’m drunk. It came out’ and then slowly walked up the stairs toward her room.

Bobby sat down and turned gently toward Mika, “I know you guys stumbled onto a hunt tonight, but I do hope you had a good night, darling.”

[FuriePhoenix]

Seeing Bobby roll his eyes told her he only believed half of what she told him which wasn't entirely surprising to her. She glanced toward Dean when Bobby asked where his clothes was, curious to what his excuse would be that wasn't 'I screwed your niece'. His excuse of vamp blood seemed rather reasonable to her, but looking back at Bobby it was clear he was having none of it.

Having Bobby lecture them in his 'i'm not angry, just disappointed' tone made Mika not sure if she wanted to laugh or feel bad about her activities with Dean, especially when Bobby said about not even thinking of coming back inside until the morning and to do so fully dressed. Dean's attempt at a defence comment made Mika raise an eyebrow at him as if to say 'really?' as she was hoping he would have just kept his mouth shut and not try to tell Bobby where they had their incredibly amazing romp.

She flinched when Bobby yelled at them to just get upstairs and shook her head at Dean as he gave her the look of 'oh shit..it just came out'. She then looked at Bobby as it was clear he wanted to say something, expecting another separate lecture for her, she found herself pleasantly surprised that he didn't lecture her, and instead said something rather nice.

"I did, thanks Uncle. Get some sleep yourself okay?" She said back to him softly, always worrying about his health, even when she was slightly still drunk. With the words said and exchanged she headed upstairs, gently pushing Dean up them in front of her.

"Come on Dean, the bath and bed are calling us" she whispered in his ear with a smile on her lips.

[JustAnna]

Bobby smiled to himself, even if he was annoyed at Dean, and walked to his bedroom, shutting the door. For once, he planned to get a good night of sleep, since the hunters were on a break. Maybe the phones would be quiet, well…the ones that were still on the hook.

Dean sulked up the stairs, tripping a couple of times as his untied boots tripped him up with the help of alcohol. As Mika came up behind him and pushed him, he giggled, and leaned into her whisper, “Ohhh. Joint bath? I would love to!”

He realized then, that he was still pretty drunk. He could walk. He could talk, but he was still feeling playful and silly, which was definitely in his nature when he was drunk. Playful and horny. Walking into the room, he turned to her and flexed his pectoral muscles, almost forgetting how bad his chest still hurt at times.

“You just want to get me naked again…”, he joked as he walked backward toward the bathroom, “But we are absolutely disgusting…and I’m actually tired for once in my life. So, bath, and bed with plans for tomorrow?”

As he asked the question, his eyes glittered a bit. He wasn’t used to planning tomorrow, or next week. Half the time, he didn’t even know if he would be alive in the next hour. So, with his plans to stay with her for a while, and John not wanting him anywhere near his big hunt, he was happy to plan out their days, and adventures.

Pulling her to him, he gave her a smiley kiss and pulled her into the bathroom with him.

[FuriePhoenix]

As Dean stumbled up the stairs she sniggered each and every time. It was highly childish but did she care? Not in the slightest. She could still he was still pretty drunk, certainly more so than herself which just made it all the more funny in her eyes. His reply to her whisper just made her smirk all the more as she saw just how he was and what he was thinking in that very moment.

Reaching the top of the stairs and making it to her room she giggled at him flexing his muscles, knowing in the morning he was going to seriously regret doing that. "you are such an idiot Dean Winchester" she chuckled at his first remark before nodding and giving him the look perfectly conveying 'ya think genius?' at his remark about them being pretty filthy.

"bath, bed and plans for tomorrow sounds like the perfect way to end the night" she agreed eith a softer smile, chuckling as he pulled her into the bathroom with him after kissing her. In the bathroom, she went straight to the bath, put the plug in and started filling it up a bit, making sure to add the bubble bath soap.

She perched on the edge of the bathtub watching the water fill up before looking back at Dean and now properly seeing how dusty they both had gotten. Dust mixed with sex sweat really wasn't the most attractive thing in the world she decided, catching a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror and grimacing.

"we really are disgusting right now" she said matter of factly.

[JustAnna]

Dean raised his eyebrows at her use of bubble bath, but also blinked a bit in excitement before turning to the mirror. He ran a hand across his chest in the mirror, and pulled it back with a grimace, wiping the dust on his pants, which caused him to have more dust on his hand.

He thought back to earlier in the night, desperately trying to push back the curtains of alcohol to remember specific details of what had happened in the bus, but it all came back in flashes. They were flashes that made Dean blush, and he almost wanted to try again when he was sober.

“Um…I would say we’re a bit more than disgusting. How did I get so dirty?!”, he called out to her, shuddering at the unknown origin of the dust. He unbuttoned his already beltless jeans and pushed them down his legs, wanting as far away from his dirty clothes as possible, as if they were dirtier than anything else.

“And you’re treating me to a fancy bubble bath to round out date night? You spoil me, Miss Chambers…”, he chuckled, turning and walking over to the bath. As he usually did with baths, he stepped into the tub, brushing by her a bit and sat down in the shallow water as it filled up around him. He place a hand on her thigh and smirked up at her, “I’m glad you had a good night. I may still be a little drunk, but even I can tell you seem relaxed…and it’s infectious.”

[FuriePhoenix]

She didn't always use bubble bath, but sometimes during a late night bath she enjoyed it as it always helped her to get some decent sleep. So she figured, why not tonight as well? Not only that she figured with how dirty they were, it would just help in general. She too replayed some of what went on in the bus and smirked to herself briefly, definitely not having a single problem with doing any of what they did earlier when they were both 100% sober.

At Dean's reply she chuckled, "we didn't exactly hold back and those seats weren't the cleaners" she countered as she started to get back undressed, feeling dust get on her face and hair as she pulled her tops off, then proceeded to kick he roots off as he spoke again and got into the bath.

She smiled at his words once more, as she let him place his hand on her thigh just as she got her jeans off. "I am relaxed and I'm glad you are too Dean." she told him, stepping into the bath in front of him, placing her back against him. She watched the bath fill up around them and when it was filled enough, she used her foot to turn the taps off.

The light scent of the bubble bath made her sigh happily, resting her head against his shoulder and neck. "This is the most relaxed I've felt in a short while. Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be right now." she told him honestly, feeling like now he was home, she was home. "you're my world Dean, I hope you know that" she told him.

[JustAnna]

Dean leaned back against the tub, leaning his head back and relaxing a bit more. He smiled, narrowing his eyes at her, “Well, if you weren’t so ready to jump me…”

He laughed, watching her intently as she stepped into the bath tub in front of him. Regardless of the exhaustion, it was still a welcome sight. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing his left hand up to wipe some of the grime from her face, neck and collar bone. Just the feeling of her head rolled against his neck was enough to bring absolute comfort.

“You’re always safe here, and I hope you know that…”, he whispered, kissing her temple gently, “I’m just sorry you got hurt, tonight…even if it was just a stick. But that doesn’t really matter…”

He trailed off, not wanting to discuss what went wrong with the night, but rather bask in the fact that she was here. She was close. She was his. It was corny, but with Mika, corny was encouraged.

“This feels like a romantic movie. You and your love stories…”, he muttered against her face, before kissing her temple a few quick times.

[FuriePhoenix]

She sighed with content as he wiped his hand up and wiped some of the grime off of her face. It felt like every movement he ever did toward her calmed her and made her feel more and more complete. It was these good times with him that made her almost forget how bad they could be together when her anger got the better of her, it was so hard to imagine they were ever toxic to each other when they were like this.

Smiling at his whispered voice back, she nodded lightly, "I do know that. And don't be sorry" she told him back after he trailed off his comment. She wasn't going to talk about the night but she did want him to know that what happened to her wasn't anything to be sorry for by him. For all she knew, she could have got the deep scratch because of what she did and not because of what the vampires did. What she did care about was that he came to her defence even before they knew the trouble makers were vamps.

At his romantic movie comment she couldn't help but chuckle softly, understanding what he was meaning as it did feel like that. "you're not wrong" she replied, leaning her head toward his face and kissing his cheek before facing her head forward again after he kissed her temple a few times. She draped one arm over his right arm, lifting one leg up to the 90° angle so her foot was flat against the bottom of the bath her knee just poking out of the water.

"I thought I was over all that but I guess there's still a part of me that still likes them" she smiled, then grabbing her face cloth off the side of the tub, dunking it in the water and used it to wipe down her arm and legs before her face.

[JustAnna]

Dean adjusted himself a bit as she moved her leg to a more comfortable position. He smiled softly at the fact that she still liked romantic movies. It was one of the most random endearing things about her, to him. She was so tough, and could be mean, but then would cry into a bowl of ice cream at the drop of a hat if the right movie was put on.

He watched her wash the parts of her body that she could reach on her own. When she was finished, he reached forward, leaning his back off the edge of the tub and took the cloth from her hand. Pushing her hair to the side gently, he wiped the cloth down her back, carefully. As he did so, he leaned forward and gently kissed the scars that she had hidden beneath her tattoo, “I love that you love simple things. It just makes you more perfect, every time I think about it.”

He laughed against her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there and then leaned his chin against the side of her neck, “And Bobby didn’t even get that mad at us…”

He trailed off in a laugh, kissing behind her ear as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the calm.

[FuriePhoenix]

She knew Dean wasn't the only one who found it so random about her. She knew Bobby did as well as he once found her crying to a film in her room once or twice after a solo hunt. She needed to relax and she thought tucking into a bowl of ice cream with bruises down her arms or on her face depending on how the fight went, crying to an romantic movie. She was certain her uncle probably had some photos somewhere of it, no doubt to use as bribery or as an embarrassing story to tell in the future to people.

She let Dean take the cloth to wash her back for her, her hands coming up and holding her hair over her shoulder as he wiped down ehr back and kissed where her scars would be still seen under the tattoo of hers. She smiled at his comment about how it made her all the more perfect to him, which reminded her of what Bobby called her one time when he was drunk and had seen one her crying to a romantic movie nights. "Did you know Bobby once called me an onion when he caught me crying into a bowl of ice cream over a movie?" she smirked and chuckled as she confessed that little secret.

"The git said I had so many layers to me I was like his onion niece. Then he took his drunken ass out of my room and went back downstairs" she chuckled remembering the night fondly. "Which might explain somewhat why he wasn't too mad. Think he's too stubborn to admit that he's glad we're actually happy" she added to him after he pointed out how Bobby could have been easily more mad than he was.

She smiled, biting the inside of her lip as he kissed behind her ear finding every action he did made her so much more relaxed and she didn't think it was entirely possible, considering how relaxed she already felt. "I love that you don't judge me for the little quirks about me and that you're really the only person other than Bobby that knows those quirks." she then said softly.

[JustAnna]

Dean paused his washing of her back and looked down at the back of her head a bit confused by the term ‘onion’ at first and then broke out into laughter, trying not to be too loud, as she told the full story. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder as he stifled his laughter, “Of course he was drunk…”

He kept his head there for a few moments, taking in the fact that Bobby could likely see they were both sane and at least somewhat happy with each other, for now. After witnessing one of the most volatile of their fights, he was probably just relieved that not only was Mika happy, but they weren’t coming to nearly blows in his living room.

Dean narrowed his eyes and leaned his head up staying relatively close to her face as he did, “How the hell am I going to judge you? Have you met me? I love the little things…It just makes me appreciate how not complicated you really are, sometimes.”

He smiled and leaned forward a bit to turn her face to him, raising his eyebrows in a way to say ‘seriously’ with a smile.

[FuriePhoenix]

The moment her story made him laugh as hard as he did, she couldn't help but smile and revel in hearing him laugh that much. Sure, they had the odd giggle together or chuckle, but this time it was full blown hearty laughter she got from him and it made her so happy that she got to see him this happy too, even if it was at her expense. "Wouldn't be surprised if he tries to deny he called me that now, I was so offended but looking back its just amusing and I see what his drunken mind was getting at" she chuckled.

If she was honest with herself she probably would called someone else an onion if they had layers to them when she was younger or older and drunk as well, and she did seem to take quite a bit of Bobby's drunken rambles when it was just the two of them. She was also glad that it showed another side to Bobby for Dean.

She listened to him as he spoke back to her comment on not judging her for her guilty pleasures in life. As he turned her face to face him, she looked at him and pecked his lips, "and I appreciate that you appreciate that" she smiled to him. "I don't know how you do it Dean, but you see that kid I was once in me still, you remind me of who I really am and bring me back" she said once more, giving him another peck on his lips.

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After a few more minutes she felt the water getting cold which made her sigh. "Guess we should get out the bath and get into bed" she suggested to him.

[JustAnna]

Dean continued to chuckle, trying to calm his laughter so as to not potentially wake Bobby from his much needed beauty rest, especially with a story that was about him. He had known Bobby most of his life, and never had he seen the old man not reserved, and in high spirits, drunk or not. However, lately, he had been a bit down in the dumps. Dean fondly thought about the idea of Bobby just being silly, and relaxing, and telling some corny joke to his niece. Compared to the hell he put himself through now days, it sounded like heaven.

When she pecked him on the lips, he smirked and pecked hers back, staring lazily into her eyes as she spoke, “I guess it’s the fact that you haven’t changed much for me. I still see your eyes in there somewhere. I still see you. You just grew up, and you had some…issues. There’s nothing we can’t fix, unless we don’t want to fix it.”

He leaned in and pecked her lips, letting his kiss linger, and then smoothed her hair out against the side of her head with his fingers.

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Dean was having issues not falling asleep against her shoulder as he planted kisses there, and then forgot about the last kiss and repeated himself. When she chimed in about getting out of the tub, he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah. I could use a pillow…and I need to be tangled.”, he scoffed through his nose against her shoulder, and kissed the back of her neck, before moving her forward and standing with care. He stepped out of the tub, reaching his hand out for her, and grabbed a towel with his other hand.

[FuriePhoenix]

Hearing Dean say he still saw the same girl behind her hardened eyes was of some relief to her because it brought hope that she wasn't entirely lost to him. Even if there were times it felt like it. The fact he told her that what she's going through even now, could be fixed was also of a relief to her, it showed her that when they came across the bumps in the road with each other, there was too hope to fix what triggers her more volatile state of mind. She didn't want to be that other version of herself, she hated herself when she was so angry and bitter, so if he thought there were chances they could get her healed from that mentally, then she would keep hope as well.

She pecked his lips back, feeling his kiss linger for a brief moment before he pulled away and brushed her hair that was down and over her shoulder. As the short amount of time went by and she could feel he was struggling to stay awake, she was glad that she said about getting out of the bath.

She smiled and chuckled at his agreement to get out, gladly moving forward so he could get out first. With him out of the bath, she leaned forward as she put her hand under the water to pull the plug before standing up, taking his hand and stepping out of the bath carefully so not to slip and fall into him.

Safely out of the bath tub, she grabbed another towel and wrapped it round her, tucking in one corner so she didn't have to hold it. She then quickly rung her hair out over the bath as it was draining then turned back to Dean. "let's get to the bedroom" she remarked, stepping across the floor and into her room.

Perching on the edge of her side of the bed, she used her towel to dry off before grabbing her sleep vest and short shorts.

[JustAnna]

Dean wrapped his towel around his waist and nodded at her suggestion to head to the bedroom. He stepped forward, walking into their small bedroom and quickly sat on the foot of the bed. He was exhausted, but had trouble wanting to sleep, when things were so calm. It seemed so rare that ever had these moments.

As he sat there, he scratched at his chest a bit, his hair messy and all over his head and his eyes sleepy, “I think my alcohol has finally turned into night cap.”

He laid back and scooter himself up onto the pillow, not bothering to get dressed as he laid there, pulling the blankets up around him. Realizing his towel would end up leaving them with a damp bed, he pulled it from under him with some effort and tossed it toward Mika with a small laugh.

Sighing in contentment, he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head, starting to drift off to sleep already. He snapped awake and smiled sweetly down toward the foot of the bed where she was perched, “I’m cold. Come here…”

[FuriePhoenix]

For Mika, getting some kind sleeping wear on was a habit she had drilled into her for years. She usually did when they were much younger, but now she was a hunter she did it even more in case they had to ever do a quick escape from somewhere. That habit carried on at home even though she was more than safe here. Then there was the least dangerous reason of not wanting to having to possibly get up in the middle of the night for a drink or something and risking coming face to face with Bobby when she was stark naked.

At his comment about the alcohol becoming night cap made her smirk warmly, "figured as much" she replied to him, as she was aware of him scooting up the bed to reach the pillow and get under the covers, as she pulled her vest down her body when she suddenly felt his towel hit her and scoffed a chuckle. "you bloody child" she teased him, leaning across to the radiator where she draped the towels over so they could dry.

At his request for her to just now come to bed as he was cold she smiled, and did as he requested, scooting backwards up the bed, pulling her covers back enough for her to slip her legs in and laid down beside him, facing him. "we can't have you getting cold now can we?" she said to him, adjusting herself a bit more and resting her head on his shoulder, her favourite place to fall asleep.

"night Dean, I love you" she said to him, finally yawning.