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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kissed her knuckles one more time, peering up at her as he bowed. Hearing her real name come from her lips, his breath hitched in his throat quietly and his smile showed all his teeth, still holding her hand in his. He pulled her close as he stood up straight, throwing her hand over his right shoulder and pulling her close.

“A beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Stunning really…”, he tried his best to feign a British accent, before kissing her lips sweetly with a smile.

He pulled back from the kiss, suddenly forgetting that he had questions. He had them, but they were pushed to the back burner, behind staring at her, and realizing that everything he had lost was back in front of him. He didn’t even let the intrusive thought of ‘things that come back always sour’ break his smile as he pressed his forehead against hers and stared at her eyes.

“If Sam ever finds out I’ve been romantic, I’ll have to kill him.”, he laughed, brushing a strand of her new hair to the side with a finger, “And I guess I’d have to take care of you too, if you were to tell him…”

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Dean continued to watch her as she applied the dye to her hair, his hands coming forward now and again to try and help her if she was having issues with a spot. When she was done, he ran out into the room and sat on the bed, thinking about everything. He had a bit of time to think, since she had to wait to remove the dye.

When all was said and done, he was still staring into space, thinking over everything that had happened in the past few days. Hell, he was going all the way back to a few years back. His decisions. His obsessions. Leaving his dad. Letting a girl die…

He covered his face with his hands for a few seconds, seeing the face of the blonde girl from a couple years back flashing in front of his face, a nightmare he had gotten over…until he thought back on it. It was the last serious moment that he and Mika had been in, as Kenzi, where they actually spoke about things.

Other than that night, it had been mostly sex.

As she walked back into the room, he quickly blinked a tear away that he almost hadn’t noticed was there from his self deprecating thoughts. He smiled widely, his face showing his relief and excitement at her new hair.

“I think it looks fantastic.”, he stood from the bed, bowing slightly and taking her hand, “Hello, ma’am. My name is Dean Winchester, and who’s hand do I have the honor of kissing tonight?”

He joked a bit, also being honest about how she seemed like a different person as he kissed each of her knuckles gently.

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Dean Winchester

Dean nodded at Mika, as he looked her over, running his thumb lightly around the outside of her head wound. He was concerned about it, but it didn’t seem to need stitches. He brought her face to meet his eye line, by holding her cheeks to look her over, and make sure her eyes were reacting fine as he muttered, “We’re fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m good!”, Bobby yelled from across the room, brushing dust and grime off the front of his shirt and pants. He looked around at the warding, and then at Dean, who seemed to be the only one not knocked out by whatever the hell that thing was, “If you got any good information, now would be the time to spill it.”

Dean shook his head lightly, “I need to confirm what the guy said before then…Why don’t we pack up and head back to your place. We can figure it out there, where we have plenty of booze and a safety net.”

Bobby couldn’t help but agree, staring down at his niece with worried eyes, “You doin’ alright? I mean…are you good to ride, kid?”

Cason

As Esme snapped at him about being fine, he rolled his eyes as well, seeing that she was becoming more pale by the second. He listened to Sam’s plan and shook his head lightly, “I don’t sleep. So, I think I’ll hang out between rooms. I can just walk around, or I can hang out with anyone who can’t sleep. I don’t want you….alone. And I don’t want her without…”

Cason stopped his sentence, as he was speaking about Esme when she fell. He reached his arms out, catching her, and gently lowering to the ground with her. He did his best to make sure he took most of the fall, and groaned.

“…without someone to watch her. I owe her a debt for trying to save Annabeth. None of you could understand what that means.”

He pushed Esme’s hair out of her face, and quickly vanished with her. After settling her in a room, near St. Louis, Missouri, he pulled out his phone and texted Sam’s number on a phone he had lifted from Bobby Singer’s car.

1113 Sycamore Drive
Arnold, Missouri
—-Already checked in, Samuel.

Annabeth

Annabeth gave a relieved smile, leaning her head against Sam as he spoke, listening to his voice vibrating his chest. She honestly didn’t care where everyone else went, but she didn’t trust him to be alone, and she didn’t feel safe alone…especially now that her eyes were gone.

She also had her powers to deal with, and try to figure out, and Sam seemed the least afraid of her. He was the one who treated her most like a human. And she was starting to have tiny flashes of a past life, where they were together as teenagers, but it felt brief. He was a lot more angry, in her visions. He was more stressed, but just as gentle and kind. The thought made her smile against his chest.

“What about the angels? What do we do to stay away from them?”, she asked honestly. She thought about her powers and then Cason disappeared, his absence something she could feel, after being with him for so many months, “I guess we’ll just have to hope for the best…”

Her words came out almost as a chuckle, as she scooted back from Sam, wanting to try her legs so they could get out of there. She swung her legs over the bed beside him, and stood carefully.

“This is going to take getting used to, the whole…no eyes thing.”

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Dean mocked her with his face in the mirror, before laughing at her words and his faces, “I would say I’m slightly domesticated…like a feral neighborhood cat.”

As she mentioned how much his help meant to her, he felt the need to kiss her cheek or neck, but with the brush coming toward her hair, he decided against it. Instead, he simply placed a hand on her hip and pressed up against her back with a smile, “I wouldn’t miss this. After this, we can work on moving forward. No more lies. No more acting. Just me, and you taking on whatever it is that we are forced to.”

As he spoke, he noticed the tears in her eyes, watching her move from one piece of hair to another. He kept close to her back, watching her in the mirror carefully, trying to be as there for her as possible, without getting in the way.

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Dean Winchester

Dean attempted to take in everything Castiel had said, even just in that last few sentences. He took a deep breath, and furrowed his brow, trying to maintain his look of defiance in the face of…well…God and his angels. It was something that almost made him laugh, internally.

Stepping forward, he planned to get a bit closer to the angel, maybe against his better judgement. However, as he stepped, the angel finished talking and disappeared with a loud flutter of wings. Dean raised his hands in defense of his face, briefly, before turning back to where the angel had stood.

He could barely breathe, after this insanity. He noticed Mika on the ground, turning toward her and then back toward Bobby. He decided on grabbing Mika first, as he saw Bobby stirring on his own.

“Bobby, you alright?”, he called out across the room at him. Bobby simply nodded as he sat up, checking his body for wounds or bruises. He was fine, but you can’t be too safe.

Running over to Mika, Dean skidded the last few feet on his knees, grabbing her face in his hands and lifting her head in front of his face, “Hey hey hey…Mika, you good? Look at me…”

They needed to regroup with Sam, and Natalia. Maybe even bring some of the strays into the group, as they could use all the hands they could find. He gripped a hand around the top of Mika’s arm, helping her up a bit, while also hugging her to him. He pressed his palm lightly against the cut on her forehead, “I got you…”

Cason

Cason watched Esme stagger around as he stepped into the small bathroom. She looked awful. But then again, human hunters always seemed to look under the weather. They were fragile, and thus, the reason he usually chose not to get close to, or really interact heavily with humans. He finished washing the blood off his hands, as best he could, and turned to her with a grin.

“Yeah. I feel like I owe you.”, he muttered, staring at her with a serious look. He cleared his throat after realizing he was staring, and felt a bit more relaxed than he had before, “I’m protecting that one you were sewing on, in there. Sadly…I think I’m attached to her, you know, human emotions. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but consider me in your debt.”

He shrugged, pressing his lips together to let her know he was serious, but didn’t know what she wanted to do with the information.

“Now. I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom, his hand out in front of Esme to try and help keep her from falling.

Annabeth

Annabeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly when Sam told her that he got out safely, and the demons were gone. She hadn’t been able to lay a good set of eyes on Sam, after what had happened. So, she wasn’t completely sure he was physically alright, until he confirmed it.

As he began cleaning the blood from her chest, she looked down at where he was wiping, instinctively. Once again, it hit her that she was mostly blind. In fact, she was blind, in the true sense of the word. But she could feel shapes and colors. She could feel Sam’s touch most of all.

She leaned her head back, allowing him room to clean her off as best he could. Hearing familiar footsteps, she reached out and touched his wrist as Cason lightly leaned through the door way of the bathroom.

“Because I would hate for everyone to die a horrible and mundane death, I am going to suggest that we pack up our shit…and go to a different hotel. This one isn’t in the greatest of shape.”, Cason spoke matter of fact, and raised his eyebrows, “I could get….say….two rooms? Three rooms? Sam what do you think?”

Annabeth held Sam’s wrist a little tighter as Cason spoke about leaving the hotel. She knew the room was in terrible shape, but she also knew that leaving could mean being split up, and she didn’t know if she was prepared to be alone with anyone…except Sam.

“I’ll ride with you.”, she whispered to Sam.

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Dean stepped back into place behind her putting the items he had found into the sink, keeping a couple around his wrist with clips attached. It was like a toolbox. He nodded at her instructions, taking the piece of hair she had in her hand from her and tying it up with one of the hair ties. This seemed like something that was going to be overly complicated, but that he knew meant a lot to her.

If he was honest, it meant more to him than she could know. Having some similarity to a starting over point or a do over was something that his paranoid mind could get behind. She was officially allowing him inside her mind, to a degree. He still didn’t have all the answers he wanted. He still had questions, and a few things he needed to get off his chest.

But dammit this break from all the sadness, fighting, and toxicity was something he was having trouble letting go of.

“I’m almost domesticated, around you, now. It’s disgusting…”, he joked, making a silly gagging face, and then continued on with a fake grimace as he picked at another piece of hair, “Got me over her doing hair…”

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Nevermind. I figured it out lol

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Cason

Cason stood from the side of the bed where he had been sitting, glancing down at Annabeth one more time, as Sam stepped up to be near her. With her chest wounds healed, she seemed a bit calmer than before. He pulled his bloody hands up in front of his face, before turning toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be back. I trust that you can handle her for five seconds, this time…”, he muttered at Sam, before entering the bathroom behind Esme. He raised an eyebrow at her appearance, almost wanting to reach out to make sure the poor girl didn’t smash her face on the tile, but his hands were covered in blood, “Um. I need the sink for a second. Are you gonna make it? I owe you one…”

Annabeth

Annabeth touched her chest, which was now just covered in blood with no real wounds visible to account for the blood. She took a deep and shuddered breath, thankful that most of the pain seemed to go away. Even the pain in her eyes seemed to go away, for the most part, other than the pain of her brain not understanding there were no eyes.

As she felt Sam’s presence and touch once more, she gave a weak smile, squeezing his hand, not quite aware of the amount of blood she was smearing on him.

“Hey…”, she whispered weakly, “Are you okay? I didn’t see much of what happened at the school, but they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

She sat up carefully, pulling her hand away from him long enough to place it on the bed below her and pull herself from the sticky sheets. Now that she was eye to eye with Sam (as much as she could be with his size), she could sense his shape in front of her. It wasn’t quite like seeing, but rather a faint shape of him, and his hair, and a bright blue illuminating behind him. Smirking, she reached out and ran a mostly dry finger down his cheek, to emphasize her worry for him.

Dean Winchester

Dean covered his head, staring as best he could through the damage coming down around them as the being forced the door open and began walking in. As each light shattered above, and the sparks began to reveal a man, Dean’s mind went into overdrive, attempting to figure out what weapon to attack this thing with first.

He shuddered with a slight fear, holding Ruby’s knife tightly in his hand. As the man approached him, and got close enough, Bobby shot the man in the back with a shotgun. The blast did absolutely nothing. Dean stared at Bobby with wide eyes.

Bobby nodded to him, with equally wide eyes, trailing his eyes down to the knife as the man spoke. Dean mustered up every ounce of courage he had, and stepped forward, shoving the knife into the man’s heart. Also realizing it wasn’t doing anything. He narrowed his eyes, before gasping.

“What the hell are you?”

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I feel like we need a discord chat for our active players to be able to catch each other in when we are online lol
I think I am going to hold off until at least Furie can get online in the morning and we can decide who goes first with both our characters being interacted with.