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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

There was still a lot to discuss, but she was in no shape to discuss it at the moment. He had sprung this on her, fully planning to tear her to shreds for her lies and manipulation. Hell, he wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t still do so when the time seemed right. But seeing her was too much for his brain to lash out with.

Dean smirked at her willingness to let him help her clean up, “What the hell have you been doing? You look like you’ve been wallowing in a swamp…full of thorns.”

He scoffed a bit, pulling a bit of leaf from her hair as he stared at her, trying to convince her with his body language that she was at least safe. He stood and reached a hand out, “I’m assuming that with all the hiding up here, you have to have a bathtub, or at least a shower…show me.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I also updated my post for Annabeth, because I didn't like how vague it was. Goodnight guys <3. I'll be around, just a tiny bit less, tomorrow.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean didn’t know how to express into words the fact that he was both angry, and happy at this moment. He scanned her eyes, for a few seconds, proving to himself slowly that it was actually Mika. It was hard to care about the anger he had about the lies, when she was there. He could kiss her. He could touch her. She was with him.

He pressed his forehead against hers, a comfort move that he had always done when she was upset. Only now, he was doing it because of his own upset too. His eyes never left hers as he didn’t allow her to pull far away from him, “I am angry. I’m not going to lie to you. But one thing I am not going to do is fight you.”

He shook his head slowly, pecking her lips again, “And you didn’t have to do it alone in the first place. I’m not as mad as you want me to be…because I can’t be angry about things anymore. I mourned you. I felt you die, every time I was with you…with her…”

He blinked away tears, a little more angry than he originally believed himself to be. He wanted to lash out. He wanted to scream and shake her, but he also just wanted to wrap her in his arms. The feeling in his mind was tearing him apart. So, he did the only thing he could at that moment. Now wasn't the time to lash out in anger. He could bring it up when she wasn't this hurt...when he wasn't this hurt.

“Hey…”, he whispered, lifting her chin up with his finger, kissing her lips once again. He brushed her hair behind her ear, clutching her against his chest as he did so, doing everything in his power to make sure she felt safe. He pulled away, kissing her nose softly, “You’re safe…Let’s get you cleaned up…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I wanted to let everyone know, which I kinda already did: I will be in and out at random intervals tomorrow. It's my birthday, and my parents are pretty demanding. I love you guys <3

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I’m going to bring Cason in again soon. I’m sure Natalia would love that lol

But he has been off casing out problems and has learned a few things about the angels. Might come in handy with a certain over confident angel.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched as Esme stepped up to him with the tweezers. He had hoped she would be the one to do the cleanup, considering how he had to leave her earlier. He sighed when she handed things to Mika, holding his hands out to her for her to clean.

“I’m going to have to talk to her, eventually, you know…”, he muttered to Mika, wincing as she picked glass from his hands, “If we make it through this, she deserves an apology…from both of us.”

He gave her a stern look, leaning up and kissing her nose to diffuse any annoyance he might have caused. He sighed, flinching now and then.

Annabeth

Annabeth frowned when Sam stepped in front of her and stated that it was a trap. He didn’t trust her, but also wanted to keep her safe. It was reassuring, and insulting. She looped her fingers into his belt loops as they stepped into the school.

The silence was deafening as they walked, only the sound of Sam’s heavy boots making striking the ground in the empty hallways. The silence was broken by laughter, as they stepped around a corner. Annabeth gasped, as a man came into view, his bright white teeth glowing in the darkness, it seemed.

“Sam Winchester.”, the man chirped loudly, holding his hands out toward them, “…and his whore.”

“Sam…”, Annabeth whispered from behind him, pulling at the back of his pants, begging him to leave with her. She didn't want to be near demons, or potentially hurt him while using whatever powers she only just learned that she had.

“Aww. Let her go, Sam. Let her see what she can do…”, the man chimed in again, as his eyes shifted to black. Without hesitation, Annabeth stepped out from behind Sam, her mind instantly going to his safety, and stared at the man, “…Oh how cute is she?! She thinks she's going to protect the great Sam Winchester. From little old me?”

The demon's words angered Annabeth to the point that she stepped forward even further, removing herself completely from Sam, with her hand extended. When enough distance was between Sam and Annabeth to separate them, another, larger male came out of the dark corridor beside them, wrapping both his arms around Sam and dragging him back.

"SAM!", she screamed, turning and running after him, "Sam?!"

She chased them both, watching Sam as the lights illuminated his face at every window. Then, they turned down a corridor and disappeared. She turned in a circle, her eyes turning white as she panicked.

"You're so cute! It's no wonder they want you...I just want to eat you up.", the first demon spoke as he slowly approached Annabeth's panicked form. She threw a hand out to try to use her powers, causing the demon to laugh, and clap a hand against her throat, throwing her through the nearest door, where Sam was being held inside.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean scoffed at the girls insisting that he let them help him. Kicking back another glass of whiskey, He held his hands out, like a defiant teenager, motioning for the girls to do whatever it was they felt the need to do.

“Fine. It might be nice to not have to dig bullets or glass out of myself for a change. Just…tell Bobby I’m coming. I’m ready to go, now. He knows how she gets…”, he muttered, glancing up at Mika for emphasis.

He wanted to find out what this thing was that brought him out of Hell, sooner rather than later. But he knew that the only way they were going to find it was either pissing it off or calling it to them. Bobby was right.

“And whatever this thing is…It can most likely just snuff you, Mika. I can’t stop you from going, but if you go, stay out of the way. You hang back, make sure Bobby’s okay and let me handle it.”, he explained, his shaking having ended at this point, for the time being.

Annabeth

Annabeth nodded, understanding that Sam knew more about this stuff than she did. She also knew that if this was a demon, she could dispatch them with little effort, considering what she had done previously in the hotel.

“I’m ready. I got your back.”, she muttered, walking with him to the school. It didn’t take long to get there, and it all seemed a little too quiet as they approached the door. She looked around, noticing the vibration of power disappear from the school.

She defied Sam slightly, stepping forward to the door and shoving it on a hunch. It opened slightly, which caused her to raise an eyebrow and turn to Sam.

“They just left it open?”

Samael

“Ah, Hera…”, Samael quipped as he landed and straightened his jacket. He took a casual seat at the table across from her, and smiled warmly. He didn’t particularly need her yet, but she was rather…insurance for his plan to go perfectly. An in and out assassination, if you will.

“You are here to have some fun with the Winchesters. But perhaps…not yet. I have one where I need him. The other is about to get the shock of his life when he learns of our kind. And honestly, I need you…to make sure they stay away from the girl, after that happens.”, he explained, drumming up a glass of wine with his hand.

“So, for now. Go. Do whatever you want. But do not…touch the Winchesters. I need them to have security. And I want to see Sam Winchester’s face when all of this comes to fruition.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean allowed her to take his hands as she explained everything. He relived the nightmares all over again in flashes as she spoke. He tried to remember any clues that anyone was lying to him back in the days after she had…died. He reached down as she spoke and toyed with her fingers a bit, taking in every inch he could.

When she removed her shirt to show him her scars, he gasped a bit, shocked he had never noticed them before. It explained why most of their time together occurred under cloaks of darkness, regardless where they were. He reached up and gently ran his fingers over the scars.

“I’m right here.”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

He sat in that position for a bit, just taking in everything she had just said. He still felt as if he was dreaming, or under some sort of spell. But, he also believed every word of it, because he had no evidence otherwise…and the scars.

Sighing once more, he turned her back to him, “Look. I’m not normally the move on from things kind of person, but I’m not…going…anywhere. Do you hear me? I’m not happy, about everything that’s happened. I mean…long con and all that. But this is a lot. I’m here. You’re here. You’re alive.”

Smirking, he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her lightly.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stepped forward as she spoke, one tiny step toward her against his mourning brain’s will. He closed his eyes as she began to speak, letting the tears that had built up fall down to his chin. He wanted to tell her to hush. He wanted to hug her. But he was angry, and sad. These were emotions that typically led him to violence with anyone else.

“Um…Bobby didn’t tell me much. He just told me about what happened that n-night. This is insane…”, he whispered, clearing his throat after. He stepped forward another bit. Opening his eyes, he gritted his teeth and closed the gap between them, his hands coming up to hold her face in his hands.

It was a familiar stance, back to one of the worst nights for his anger. He trailed a hand down to her throat, running his thumb over the front of her throat as he pressed his forehead roughly against hers, “Mika…”

He whispered her name, almost as a control lever for his anger and grief. It was his brain talking him out of hurting her. Instead, another set of tears fell from his eyes, falling from his chin, and he simply placed a quiet kiss on her nose, his shaky hand leaving her throat.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, once again with his eyebrows raised at the confirmation, feeling like an absolute cry baby, as tears welled up once again. He then pursed his lips and shook his head briefly, holding up the necklace he still had wrapped around his shaky hand.

“Um…”, he said hoarsely, feeling a semi-unfamiliar wave of nervous nausea creep into his gut, “Actually…it was um-…It was Sammy, first. Sam’s a smart kid and…when he gets something in his head, he rarely lets it go.”

He took in her appearance, still not moving from his place on the bed, before setting the necklace gently on top of the book next to him. He blinked away tears and sniffled loudly, before slowly standing from the bed, his hands coming up in front of him as a defense, and to tell her he wasn’t going to attack her. Granted, they had been down that road…

“He um…finally got away.”, he spoke quietly, stepping forward a single step, “And in the midst of the scuffle with dad, he told me what I assumed at the time was something I just wanted to hear. I came here, and um…Bobby. Bobby cleared up the rest.”

He had no idea what the next move should be. Part of him wanted to choke her. Part of him wanted to run to her and wrap her in a hug. The other part of him, the part in control, couldn’t move from where he stood. So, he stood, tears in his eyes, silently taking in everything he had lost, standing right in front of him.