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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean finished his breakfast as Bobby explained the job, half listening to everything. It sounded like a run of the mill ghost hunting trip, and nothing they couldn’t knock out in a couple of hours. However, he knew that those trips usually were the ones he ended up injured on. So, he took mental notes to carry extra weapons, if the took this case.

“This thing isn’t hurting anyone, so why is it our type of case?”, he muttered, as he leaned forward and glanced over the file of notes that Mika was flipping through. As he looked at the situation with the kids that had gone into the house, he saw a few occurrences of them being touched, or slightly injured which caused him to sigh, “Okay, it is our sort of thing…”

“But Minnesota? Bobby…”, he groaned, leaning back in his chair and whining at the idea of having to drive all the way to Minnesota for a ghost hunt. There was no telling which car Bobby would force them to take, or whether he and Mika could stand each other that long, locked in a car. Sure, they were sexually explosive and they loved each other…and were nice to each other…but a lot comes out in the wash when people ride in cars.

“It had to be Minnesota. Why not send us to friggin Canada…”, he complained again, his face pouty.

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Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika, ready to defend himself to her with a scared look before Bobby chimed in and said that he didn’t believe him anyway. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stabbed his fork into his food and took a bite with a pout.

As he chewed, he glanced up at Mika who was looking at him and gave a small smirk, kicking her leg under the table. While he regretted upsetting Bobby, and potentially being extremely disrespectful after he took him in, he also didn’t regret anything. It was just easier to…handle these situations in a hotel, where people didn’t listen, or pretended not to hear. He took another massive bite and raised his eyebrows at Bobby when he mentioned a case.

“Oh yeah? What kind of case? I need the work out I’m sore…”, he muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he instantly regretted saying the words. He recovered and stammered, “…y-you know…from working on the cars.”

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Annabeth

Annabeth was still sitting at the table with her hands on Sam’s bag when he walked back in. She turned her head toward the door to acknowledge him and sighed, “So, what was that all about? I’m assuming either a murder, or it was Cason.”

She didn’t honestly know what Cason was up to, but she knew that he had a way of rubbing people the wrong way. Someone shooting him, or him losing his temper and shooting some random guy wouldn’t surprise her at all.

She raised her hand up to the scarf still around her head and smirked, deciding to joke with Sam about her mostly blindness, “By the way…you look handsome today…”

Cason

Cason rolled his eyes heavily at Esme refusing to take his hand after not reacting to his abs in her face. He was truly playing games with her, testing limits. Normal stuff. He noticed she was looking for her jacket, which he kinda remembered Sam mentioning earlier.

“I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, disappearing from the room. He reappeared in Natalia’s room, next to her table. Without much hesitation, he grabbed the jacket, and smiled briefly at Natalia as she dressed, “Good morning!”

He then disappeared and reappeared in Esme’s room with her jacket in his hand. He held it up with a bright smile, just as she walked over to him. He stepped up close to her and shoved the jacket into her chest, “You might need this…”

Watching her brush past him again, he rolled his eyes and grabbed his own coat, jogging to catch up with her as she left the room.

“You pick. I’ll pay.”, he spoke, jogging up beside her and brushing his arm with hers, “I’ll just make sure to hide the knives.”

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled at her sleepy state, moving to allow her to sit up as he shrugged, “We didn’t find much. There’s not a lot of magical winged things in the world that don’t lead back to what the dude said…”

He stopped his words and sighed with his eyes closed, “I think he might be an Angel, like he said. But Bobby’s still looking.”

He opened his eyes and noticed the cut for the first time in the conversation, reaching a hand up to touch around the outside of it, happy that the swelling had gone down. At her last question, he shook his head.

“Nah. I’m gonna check in on Sammy here in a few. It’s not like him to be this quiet, honestly. And we need to fill him in on what happened last night. Hopefully, he had a good break.”, he joked a bit, wondering if his brother had been relaxing while they were gone, since he hadn’t heard from him, and he was surrounded by people when they left him. He stood from the bed and pulled out his phone, texting Sam.

“Hey. We need to talk. Where are you?”

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Dean stayed in his place, chewing like a child until Bobby snapped at them. The look on his face made Dean swallow his food loudly, nervous at what the hell could come next. He glanced around Bobby to make sure there wasn’t a gun or a knife on the table, with the look he was giving them. He obeyed Bobby, trying to reach for Mika as she walked away, but followed her to the table and carefully sat in an empty chair, close to the countertop.

He could barely raise his eyes from the top of the table as Bobby glared at them and started to rant. Dean couldn’t help but smirk at what he took as a type of praise for his efforts, despite Bobby’s tone. But as his volume rose with every word, Dean began to flinch, closing his eyes tightly and trying to hide a smirk.

“Um. Yeah, Bobby…”, he started, not even knowing how to respond to someone he viewed as a father giving him a talk, even worse that it was Bobby’s niece he was…having fun with.

“I told her it would probably be a bad idea, but you know how she is…”, he muttered, giving a sheepish smile as he threw Mika under the bus.

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Dean stared around the kitchen, looking at all the food as if it was sent by heaven. He smiled widely, stepping in slowly and carefully, in case Bobby was in a throwing mood. It wasn't uncommon for Bobby to throw things at him when he was frustrated, especially if he had been drinking. On that thought, he glanced over at Bobby's coffee cup sitting on the counter and winced at the fact that it was probably Irish.

He picked up a piece of bacon from a plate nearby, and quickly made his way back to Mika for protection while shoving it in his mouth. Wrapping his arm around her waist he smiled brightly at Bobby again, his tongue between his teeth and decided to speak, "Good morning...Bobby. The bacon is um...it's good!"

He glanced toward Mika with a small shrug, his mouth full of bacon as he spoke.

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Cason

As Cason finished buckling his belt, he glared over toward the table at her little smartass threat. He rolled his eyes, and shoved his feet into his boots. He knew she would shoot him if he didn’t stop, but he was having a lot of fun. What’s another bullet hole?

He picked his shirt up and fiddled with it in his hands for a bit as he approached and stood in front of her, taking in the response to his questions, finally. He shrugged his shoulders, “I could eat. I mean, it could be dangerous, you running around a town you don’t know. I might as well come along…you know…”

He reached his arms up, pulling the t-shirt over his head, his abs twitching as he did so. He inwardly laughed as his head popped through the neck, and he slowly pulled the bottom over his stomach and finally to rest around his hips.

“So, wanna go for a walk? Same town, greasy spoons…we can go find food.”, he quipped, reaching a hand out to her.

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Cason

Cason scoffed when she mentioned she was only violent around him. In his eyes, he took that as almost a sweet little nod to his efforts. Although, he should have known better, considering how rough things had been. The thought kind of made him smile. She was scared of him, in ways.

As she walked back into the room, he looked up at her after a couple of seconds, his eyes trailing from her clean face, over her body, down to her bare feet, “You look…better.”

He watched her sit down, and shrugged his shoulders at her question. The demons picking up her car wouldn’t screw him over. They knew better. How good they were with driving, he didn’t really care, as long as the car got there in one piece. Sighing, he stood from the bed and stretched with a groan, “They won’t screw up, if that’s what you’re asking. Your car will get here in one piece, and if it doesn’t, I’ll kill them in front of you…you know…for damages.”

He said the words casually, snapping his fingers and causing a pile of clothing to land on the bed beside him. He rolled his eyes at the fact that his mind had conjured a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans. It was so…pedestrian. Sighing, he picked up the jeans and laid them out, before stripping his own long sleeve shirt over his head.

He paused, glancing over at her to see if she was looking at him, before causing his pecs to jump lightly. He chuckled with full teeth, and pushed his pants down, stepping out of his boots at the same time that he stepped out of them. He quickly whipped the belt from his old pants, and pulled the new ones on, hopping a bit to get them over his legs.

“And where do you plan to go?”, he asked her, buttoning his jeans and starting on his belt, “What are your plans today?”

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I hope no one minds that we do the Cason/Esme stuff while everyone is offline. If anyone needs links back to posts they are responding to, let me know. lol. We are bored, and this is fun. <3

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Cason

Cason stared at her for a few seconds, waiting for her to calm from him scaring her, closing his eyes because he knew he had screwed up. Just as his eyes fluttered closed, a punch connected with his nose, and he groaned, taking a few steps back from her as well.

“AH! I didn’t mean to! I was thinking about you when I landed and Jesus Christ!”, he muttered through his fingers, gently laying the clothes on the closed toilet, and the boots falling to his feet. He stepped back through the door, “Sorry. I’m sorry. But you know, I’ve seen naked women before.”

As he spoke, his nose carefully pieced itself back together behind his hand, and stopped bleeding. He snorted and continued speaking to her from the other room, “…I’m doubting you have anything going on so shocking that I couldn’t recover. Stop being so violent!”

He stepped backward and sat down on the bed, keeping a watch on the bathroom door, where he could still see her moving around. This human was going to be the biggest pain in the ass, if he chose to stick around. Whatever trust issues she had, aside from his being a demon, he was going to have to tiptoe around…especially when she was around the Winchesters and their magic pig sticker.

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Cason

Cason stepped carefully into the room a bit further, making sure the door was shut behind him, before he walked to the bathroom doorway and leaned against the wall outside as she spoke. He cringed when she mentioned him being so close to her, once again.

“I think the right way to handle this situation, typically would be to say…I’m sorry?”, he asked gently, glancing his eyes toward the doorway while he waited for her to confirm. When she continued about needing clothes, he thought pretty hard, narrowing his eyes in thought.

“Um…”, he started, raising his eyebrows, “I could go…get you some clothes, I guess. I already have someone headed to get your car as we speak. It should be here in maybe an hour.”

He shuffled his feet a bit, and adjusted his stance. Peeking around the door frame, he leaned his face on it, giving her as much puppy eye as he could muster, “…I figured you might want your stuff. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared, and only several seconds later returned with clothes draped over his arm, and a pair of boots in his hand. He didn’t even bother landing in the other room, at this point, just tried his best not to stare as he held the clothes out to her, “All black will suit you, well…"