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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded to Bobby, raising his hands in a way to say that he was excited about the work that needed to be done. All he needed was a jack and a tool box, and he could distract himself a bit, to try and not think about what Mika was doing, and where. He ran a hand instinctively down the front of his bare chest, and then stretched, “Alright. Well. Most of them are probably just cleanings anyway. So, it shouldn’t take much. I could probably knock out half your list, today.”

When Mika confirmed she was leaving, his stomach sank again for a second, before her kiss brought it back up. It was reassuring, but he was so used to her lying that he didn’t know whether to believe his own peace. He kissed her back quickly, watching her walk away with a slight smirk.

“She’s a child, sometimes, Bobby. You know that.”, he quipped at Bobby when he complained about her running up the stairs. He pushed off and followed behind her, careful to walk, instead of run, “I’ve alway been your nice child. I never do anything wrong…”

As he joked, he exaggerated his steps up. Stepping into the bedroom not too far behind her, he sighed, stretching again. He half wanted to work out in the yard in only his sweats, but he knew Bobby would complain about him being ‘half naked’. So, he stepped up to his bag, which was still by the foot of the bed and threw it up on to the bed.

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”, he asked Mika, without looking at her, “I mean…you’re at least taking a gun, right? And your phone?”

He threw a t-shirt and then sweatshirt over his head, pulling it to rest around his waist. It was a different way of dressing than he was used to, not hunting. This was a vacation, and he was going to enjoy every second of his loungewear. The thought made him smile a bit.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean cleared his throat once more, nodding his head. His voice was a little higher pitched when he spoke, “I’m fine. Um.”

When she touched his back, his eyes fluttered closed, a deep breath forming and leaving his lungs. His panic was over the idea that she could drive away, and never come back. Only this time, she wouldn’t be so close. She wouldn’t come back to Bobby, or anyone they knew. She would be gone for good. HIs shoulders tensed a bit at the thought, “Um. I’m fine. I just…”

Rage that normally followed panic was threatening to bubble up in his chest, as he stepped back from the counter, a fake smile planted on his lips.

“Sorry. Um…I think things are still a little raw from the fight with my dad. You know how he gets.”, he lied, giving a half smirk and a kiss to Mika’s forehead. He reluctantly turned to Bobby, raising a shaky hand, “How many car tickets you got out there, for repairs? I think I could use some time to get my hands dirty.”

He diverted his eyes back to Mika, thinking about her leaving again, as he pulled down the rage and fear in his head to try and not explode like a nuclear bomb. He honestly needed to hit something.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvena I figure they are going to tell me that my right eye has gotten worse from a fighting injury back in my less chill days lol

I mentioned it to Wolvena but I just realized that Jack and AnnaBeth are super similar 😂 and I just met Jack a week ago.

Now I’m feeling like the writers stalked our RP back in the day. When she was first introduced, she had a lot heavier powers than I gave her in the reboot. And their personalities are almost identical. Probably why I love him so much.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean held up a hand like it was a puppet and mocked Bobby as he complained about his manners and the fact that he and Mika were nagging him about his health. He then smirked, “Ah. Shut up Bobby. If you didn’t have Mika, you’d probably be dead of something natural, which would be a damn shame…”

He raised an eyebrow, as if considering the idea of he and Mika finding their own place, but shook it off and took another bite of his sandwich listening to Bobby name off the tasks that needed to be done around the house. He thought about each individually, ticking off the ones he didn’t want to do in his head. That would leave…none of them.

When Mika mentioned going shopping, his head perked up. He stared at her from the corner of his eyes, taking the final bite of his sandwich. Wiping his hands on his sweats, he took a long and final drink of his coffee before hopping down from the counter.

“You don’t have to go by yourself. Bobby, make a list. We can get dressed and hit the market.”, he muttered, the pit in his stomach hitting a fever pitch again that threatened to cause a panic attack. Mika going out alone. The thought of watching her drive away caused his worthlessness to creep into his head, and his chest. Clearing his throat, he tried to push it away, turning to the counter to blink the random cloud of panic attack tears from his eyes, “Knife. Cannister. Coffee Mug. Cabinet. Window.”

He whispered the words to himself, while breathing deeply, trying to ground himself and prove to himself that their current situation was real.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvenaglad to hear it ❤️

I kinda lied. I will be out for a bit tomorrow getting my eye exam done to figure out why I’m having chronic migraines again. But it shouldn’t take long.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

How is everyone? I've been out all day, and haven't been as active. But I wanted to check in, now that I'm home and I'm hopefully home for the next few days, if things go the way I want them to lol

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean savored her blushing as he pulled back from her with a smile. He then looked toward the living room, “And no Irish coffee! Come get you some protein.”

He was calling out to Bobby, who he knew would simply tell him to go to hell. He wanted to make sure Bobby was taking care of himself, now that Dean was around for a bit. The man barely slept, and he could only imagine how he had treated himself with the secrets and everything. Taking a long drink from his coffee, he reached carefully over Mika’s shoulder and grabbed a plate, walking it back over to the bar he had been standing at.

Bobby’s tables were practically unusable and dinner often had to be eaten either in a window or on a kitchen counter. Dean was used to this, and honestly was relieved to be allowed to eat in peace at all. He hoisted himself onto the counter, and grabbed his sandwich, taking a huge bite of it and smiling over at Mika.

“Mm…This is delicious…”, he murmured with a full mouth, his eyes completely lit up with relief. He chewed long enough to be able to speak clearly, and then spoke up again, “So, Bobby, have you found any cases lately, or are you on some kind of extended vacation? What needs to be done around here, if we ain’t working?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at the girls giving him lip. He should have been prepared for it, as it seemed like every woman in his life was a smart ass. It’s just what he attracted. He gave both Natalia and Esme a look, before being snarky and opening the door, “I mean what I said…smart asses.”

He stepped out the door and pulled Mika with him, but not before turning and pointing at Natalia in a playful threat.

“I’m glad to see that she can joke with me.”, he muttered to Mika as he stepped out, “I missed both of you a lot. I’m having a bit of trouble believing that you’re here…”

He wasn’t lying. She didn’t seem real. Part of him wanted to just sit and touch her face, and brush her hair. Just, be close and know that not only was she okay, the whole time he was gone, but she was back with him. He sighed, and smiled softly, “Let’s go figure out what this is, before I chicken out…”

Cason

Cason wiped a tear from his face, as he sat in an old beat up truck he had stolen a few blocks away. He could feel that something was wrong, and there was talk amongst the demons in his circle that something monumental had happened, and that a hero was created and killed all at once after killing an angel project.

He knew exactly who they were talking about, and rushed to the scene, only to watch with rage as the younger Winchester carried Annabeth across the parking lot. The older Winchester hadn’t even noticed, as he was climbing into one of Bobby Singers clunkers to leave on what he assumed was a mission.

So, Sam Winchester was the one he would kill, and without much to worry about from Dean Winchester.

After hearing about the angels plans for Annabeth, he had panicked and went on a stroll through the shaman community. Most of the shamans were acutely aware of angels, whether they believed the knowledge they had was real or not. One of the shamans had given him a book, and whether or not he could use the book for any purpose beyond harming angels was iffy….but he would try. Whatever he needed to do to make things right for the girl he was originally tasked to keep in a cage…

He exited his car, and began walking slowly at a pace behind Sam Winchester, making sure to stay out of sight as he followed him.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean held his hands up in defense when she jumped and he laughed, tongue between his teeth. He had not meant to scare her necessarily, but the fact that he did was amusing. He continued watching her walk around the kitchen, wanting to take a photo or a video to keep this moment, considering all that he had thought he lost. He waved his hand about the note, “don’t worry about it. I woke up drooling on your pillow…”

He then raised his eyebrows at the prospect of fresh coffee. He was dying for some. He stepped over to the counter and grabbed a mug, beginning to pour coffee as she explained she wouldn’t be leaving again. He closed his eyes as another wave of anxiety hit him from the feelings he has pushed down the day before. With a shaky hand, he finished pouring the coffee and turned to her, smiling again.

“I’m starving! And you’re perfect…”, he said sweetly, brushing his stress off as he stepped up to her and pecked her on the nose.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean scratched the back of his head absentmindedly as he stepped into the living room. As Bobby spoke to him, he raised his eyebrows sleepily, barely remembering he was in the house. He gave a small chuckle at Bobby chiming in about the night before, shrugging his shoulders.

“I guess you could say that…”, he spoke vaguely, not wanting to go into details with Bobby of all people. But he also knew Bobby wouldn’t keep his mouth shut about it all. He stepped into the kitchen, stopping at the doorway as he saw Mika dancing a hit while cooking breakfast. He smiled softly and gave a sigh he didn’t know was waiting in his chest.

She was still there. Not only was she still there, but in rare form. He leaned his bare back against the door frame and cleared his throat loudly to call her out of her dancing. But he admiringly watched for a few minutes before deciding to say anything.

“Mornin’ sunshine! I thought you bolted on me…again…”, he muttered brightly, eyeing the coffee pot as he spoke.