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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

As Dean turned from the door and Mika made her comment to the poor receptionist, he gave her a look, shaking his head. He knew she could be possessive, but he also knew that she knew better than to think he would attempt some random hookup while she was down. He turned his frown into a smile, “You really have to…don’t you?”

He rolled his eyes once again, when she showed him that she had swallowed the pills, snatching the bag off the bed beside her. Inside the bag was a salad for her, which he pulled out and sat on the table beside her, before she had a chance to mention his back. When she did mention his back, however, his eyes lit up in terror, at the idea of her performing some sort of surgery on him.

“What?! It’s just a scratch, right?! There’s no way you’re digging in to my back…how bad is it?”, he asked, genuinely afraid that he had some sort of giant brick sticking out of the painful area of his back. He knew his head was in rough shape, as he still felt a drip of blood fall every now and then. Turning his back to her, he reached a hand up to his head, while he let her look over his back problem.

“How bad is it?”, he asked, shuddering at the idea that something could be sticking out of his skin, and he never even noticed it. It must have been the adrenaline. The back of his head was swollen to his touch, which caused him to wince and groan a bit. It seemed like it was just a small hole, which made him happy. There wasn’t much that could be done for that, other than to stop the bleeding.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“I am done with the stitches…I just gotta bandage you up. Hold still for a few more seconds.”, he answered her, smiling gently at her. He then shrugged his shoulder at her concern about telling Bobby the news, “Well, it was his idea for us to come. So, it’s not like he can defend much. I definitely want to remind him that there’s no such thing as an ‘easy hunt’, after this…”

Dean took the vodka from her hand gently, bringing it down to her leg and pouring it over the new stitches for an extra protection. He sighed heavily and wiped his brow, happy to be done. He ripped open a roll of gauze and slowly wrapped it around her leg, making sure it was tight, but not tight enough to hurt them. Once finished, he taped it down, and cut the bandage, patting her on the foot.

“There. All better…”, he muttered, taking a drink of the vodka, himself. A knock at the door surprised him a bit, and he stood from the bed, trying not to move the mattress too much as he did so, and walked over to answer the door.

As soon as he opened it, the woman from the front desk met him with a warm smile, still staring at the fact that he was shirtless. He leaned an arm over his head, and against the doorframe as she held out the bag of supplies he had asked her for. He smiled brightly at her.

“Thank you, lovely lady. Let me…”, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket again, whipping it open and pulling out the least wet hundred dollar bill he had. As he handed it to her, she brushed her hand down his arm, starting at his elbow and ending at his hand, taking the money from him. He raised his eyebrows at her as she slipped the bill into her bra with a smile, “You have a good night, alright?”

He turned from the door, hearing a loud gasp from the woman as he turned his back to her, and closed the door. He furrowed his brow, recognizing the tone of that gasp as her seeing something she was terrified of. He simply shrugged it off and returned to the bed.

“Let’s sit you up and get some stuff down you.”, he smiled down at Mika, putting the bag on the end table and pulling the iron pills and a water from inside. He shook the pills at her and sat down beside her, opening the bottle and pouring two into his hand. He then unscrewed the lid of the water and held both hands out to her.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed with her about the situation that led to one of the biggest fights he had ever had with John, which was a good memory for him, despite the stitches. He was just glad to see her smile, and hear her attempt to laugh. It meant she was cognizant and awake enough to hopefully not die on him.

He sighed heavily as she answered him about her state of mind, knowing that it was best to just get this done, so he could get her some iron and something to drink. Having a thought hit him, he placed the gauze over the rest of the wound, and stretched with a groan to grab the phone, calling the desk.

“Front Desk.”, the woman answered on the other end.

“Hello, Sweetheart. This is James from room 214…”, Dean started, causing the woman on the other end to speak up about how nice he was, and asked if he wanted to spend time with her, “Not quite…at least not right now, beautiful. But look, I have a crisp hundred dollar bill for you, if you can go grab me a few bottles of water, some iron pills, annnnnnd maybe a salad shaker, dressing on the side?”

He smiled and listened to the woman gush over him, and confirm that she would do it, but just for him.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a few, okay? Knock before you come in. I wanna make sure I’m decent.”, he joked with her, and then sat the phone back on the receiver. He turned back to the wound, starting back on the stitches, and smirked over at Mika briefly, still attempting not to address her concerns about him checking himself over. He finally decided to say something.

“I’ll, um…I’ll figure it out. Let’s just get you patched up. I will need someone to look at my back, alright?”, he muttered, tying off one of the final few stitches.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Nodding at Mika, Dean placed the gauze in his hand against the sides of the wound, pulling the open sides together as he approached with the needle. He smiled brightly at her joke about her back, and nodded once again, pushing the needle into the first side of the wound, “Yeah. Compared to how Bobby described your back, this should be nothing…aside from you being awake. But hey! Battle scars and a story to tell. Right?”

He joked with her as best he could, trying to calm his own nerves as he tied off the first stitch and moved to the next. He chuckled at his thoughts and tied off a second stitch, happy that at least the wound seemed to be coming together without much effort.

“You remember the time I had to have stitches across my nose, because a certain someone can’t hold their liquor….and pushed me off that deck in Muskogee?”, he asked her with a bright smile covering his nerves, “Dad was so mad. I was out for like two weeks because of that…”

He laughed, finishing up the halfway point of her stitches. He took a deep breath, and glanced up at her face, “How you doing?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shook himself out of his own pain, shaking his head and slapping his face when he noticed how badly her words were slurring. He dipped to sit on the floor beside her on the bed and reached up to grab her face in both his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey…You’re going to be fine. Look at me…”, he sighed, patting her cheeks lightly. He reached his left hand down and moved hers out of the way, to hold the t-shirt to her leg tightly. It was then that he realized he didn’t have any supplies to patch her up. Bringing a now bloody hand up to pinch his eyebrow, he thought about his next moves, as he had never had to do this on his own.

He stood, and quickly ran over to the small table that was in the room, grabbing one of the chairs on a hunch. He brought it back to the bed and sat it on top of the mattress. He then removed his shirt from her leg and gently unscrunched it, before tying it around her leg tightly with a slight hiss. Lifting the leg, he placed it on the chair for elevation and turned to her, taking her face again, “Mika. Hey…I need you to stay awake. I need you to…I need to go to the car and grab some things. You gotta stay awake. Sing a song, anything.”

He patted her face, still ignoring his own pain as he took a chance and climbed off the bed, sprinting back out the door to the car. When he arrived at the trunk, he popped it open, and rummaged through his bag, his hands shaking. He stopped for a second and closed his eyes, his teeth gritted at how dire the situation possibly was, but he wasn’t going to let her down again…

Finding the army field medic kit his dad made him carry and a bottle of vodka, he quickly closed the trunk and sprinted back to the room, where the door was still hanging open.

“Hey. Listen to me, sweetheart. Let’s get this stitched up. I need you to stick with me…”, he stammered out, sniffling as his shaky hands fumbled with the zipper on the bag. He laid it out on the bed and took a deep breath, before reaching for the waistband of her pants. He knew that cutting them would be hard, at this point, with only bandage scissors. So, he pulled them gently down her legs, struggling a bit with the material, especially when it came to the area around the wound. He was forced to remove the t-shirt and peel the pants off her legs, finally arriving at her boots. He looked up at her and smiled, trying to keep himself calm as much as her, “Any other day, you’d like this…”

Pulling her boots from her feet, he managed to get her pants the rest of the way off, and lowered the damaged leg to the bed. He was pleased that it had almost stopped bleeding, which usually could be a good thing or a bad thing.

Finding a clean section of the t-shirt she had been holding (which surprised him), he tore it off, holding it in one hand while he unscrewed the vodka with the other, turning it on its side and bathing her wound with it. He hissed at how badly it must have hurt, but was also pleased with the fact that she would probably be more alert, he always was.

“There we go. See…not bad.”, he whispered to her, patting the area around the wound to clean the blood from the outside, and allow him to see better, “Talk to me for this next part. I need you awake, but it’s gonna suck. I’m not going to lie to you, babe…”

As he spoke, he began unpacking bandages and a long curved needle that was already threaded.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean stared petrified at Sam as he came down the stairs. Hands were shaking and he flinched as Sam touched his arm. He wasn’t honestly ready to see what was behind the door. He didn’t know how the baby would come out, or if it had survived. He didn’t want to see Amy, or what was left of her after pushing the monster out into the world. He didn’t want to go in at all.

But he nodded, and reached forward to grip the door. Reluctantly, he pulled the heavy iron door and stepped into the room. He was honestly shocked as he stepped in. There wasn’t blood on every wall, or even much on the floor. It actually took him a second to see any blood anywhere. There was no baby to be seen, but Amy was lying on the tiny bed in the center of the room. The table of medical supplies still sat beside her, and the only blood in the room was spread across a sheet laid over her, and the floor below the table.

He stomped his foot gently on the floor and closed his eyes, “Dammit…”

His mind was everywhere. Was the baby born? Maybe it was born with wings. Maybe it got up and ran away. Maybe it never came out at all, and they both died. He sighed, stepping around the bed, to stand next to the counter.

“Dammit Sammy…”, he started, bowing his head, “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this…I…”

He trailed off as his eyes, scanning to room, caught the glimpse of a figure in the corner of the room, just out of the darkness. The figure appeared to be a young woman and she was rocking. He tapped Sam’s arm to alert his attention toward the woman. He stepped forward toward the girl as a shockwave sounded within the room, catching Sam and Dean both in slow motion.

Dean attempted to pull his gun and shoot at the girl, his hands were moving too slow to make it to the gun, and they were suddenly dropped. Dean shot toward the corner, hitting the brick and chipping it. As he landed on his feet, he shuffled around, attempting to find the woman, but she was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell was that?!”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason stayed close to Esme as she stood up and began walking out the door. He smirked at her retort to him, and shrugged his shoulders, “Noted. No teleporting, unless it’s an emergency…And the way you shoot people…and punch people…I have a hard time believing you’re a safe driver.”

He chuckled lightly, following her out the door. He stayed as close to her as he could, without making her uncomfortable. He wanted to make sure that if she was still feeling any effects from him popping them into the room, he could keep her from hurting herself. As she gathered her things in their room, he held his arms out several times with a ‘I’ll get that’ but noticed that she never asked for his help.

Crossing his arms, he let her finish picking up all of her things and then followed her like a shadow out to the car. He smiled a bit at the internal dialogue that skated through his head, thinking about her being super independent, but stuck with a demon guard dog.

As she entered the car, he stepped into the passenger seat, closing the door after he had both his legs in. His brain lit up with a bit of noise as he did so, and he placed a hand on his forehead, rubbing it lightly. Usually that only happened when Annabeth was having one of her visions, or hearing voices. He stared ahead, looking through Sam’s back window as Esme started the car and asked if he was ready. Turning back to her with a bit of a flinch, he nodded, “Yeah. I’m good to go when you are. I just need to make a phone call, on the way…”

He pulled out his phone, and dialed one of his underlings. As the man answered, Cason sighed and spoke, “I need you to help keep an eye on Sam Winchester’s car…yeah the one in the front. Oh is that right? Alastair is topside…great.”

He paused as he thought about what the man had said on the other side. He had asked if they should tell Dean Winchester about Alastair being on earth. He shook his head gently.

“No. Don’t say a word to him, until we figure out what’s going on with the angels. Worst comes to worst, we let the feather dusters have it. Absolute worst case scenario…I believe Anna might can handle it. But, we won’t know until the Angels figure it out.”, he explained, before closing his phone and turning to stare at the car in front of them again, no words spoken. He fully expected for Esme to ask questions, which he would answer the best he could.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed in relief as she started speaking to him. He was driving as fast as he could down the empty road they had used to come in, and had no idea what time it was. But the road was completely empty. He cleared his throat, to try and clear any signs of stress away from his voice, “I second that. These hunts are hunts he should be coming on with us, if he’s so eager to send us. I’ll have words with him when we find somewhere to stay, trust me…”

As he trailed off, he noticed she asked how he was doing. He flexed his shoulders, realizing that when he did so, the pain seared across and up to his neck. Reaching a hand back, he pressed a hand flat to the back of his head and brought it around to look at it in the dim lighting of the car. It should have been surprising, but honestly wasn’t, that his hand was covered in blood.

“I’m fine. We need to worry about that leg, first…”, he muttered, wiping the blood on his jeans and taking the wheel with both hands again. A roadside motel, their usually choice, came into view as they entered the nearby city outskirts. Without hesitation, he whipped the car into the parking lot and screeched the tires to a stop, internally cringing after he did so. He wasn’t used to driving carefully.
Without saying much else, he stepped out of the car, and sprinted with a pained expression toward the office. The woman at the desk jumped and looked him over with large eyes at the sight of his wet hair, and scraped up bare chest. Looking down at his appearance, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“Um…I know I look rough, but I spilled food all over myself in my car. So, I need somewhere to shower.”, he started explaining, relieved that she seemed to relax a bit, albeit staring a bit more now that she found him less threatening. She gave him a nod and turned to her computer, while holding her hand out, “Oh…yeah…”

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, frowning at how wet it was. Luckily, his cards were pretty much waterproof. He pulled one of them, and handed it to her. Within a few minutes, she tossed a key across the counter and went back to her magazine. Smiling thankfully, Dean patted the counter and ran back out to the car, opening Mika’s side.

“I got you right up front…”, he smiled, making another joke to make sure she was calm, “So, I don’t have to carry you far…”

He then helped her turn to where he could pick her up again, and hoisted her with a loud grunt, walking quickly to the first room in front of the car. He opened the door as best he could with one hand, and pushed it open, not hesitating to walk her over to the nearest bed. He sat her down and stood up straight with a pained groan.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shushed her, turning as she spoke and jogging with her in his arms, back to where her bag had fallen. He had remembered seeing it when he finally found her. With a rough grunt, he dipped, not letting her go, and grabbed the straps of the bag. He hoisted it around his shoulder and straightened himself with another groan. He was in a bit of pain, himself but he wasn’t sure exactly what was hurting his back. Right now, he had a mission.

As he followed her instructions on where to check for a way out, he spied his bag, still zipped and lying against the small wall. Sighing, he ran over to it as well, going through the same painful motions and throwing it around the shoulder on top of her bag.

“You’re fine. You’re going to be fine. I don’t want to hear you talk like that, you hear me?”, he finally spoke, referring to her saying she was the one who messed everything up. He clenched her tightly, and closed his eyes, feeling the air flowing through the cavern, “It’s this way…”

He whispered the last words, turning to his right and running through a tight tunnel. He hugged her a bit tighter to his chest as he did, realizing that he was getting extremely winded, and his back was screaming at him. It wasn’t something he normally paid much attention to during hunts, but couldn’t take his mind off, this time. They were both injured, but she was bleeding badly. Huffing, he finally reached the dark open air and stopped as he reached the entrance to the cavern, finding it surprisingly open. He was just as surprised that he recognized most of their surroundings, once he walked out of the cavern a little further, and not far to their left was Mika’s car.

“Hey…silver lining. You parked the getaway car, right next to the cavern. Who would have thunk?”, he joked, attempting to keep her calm as he walked quickly through the wet gravel, closing the last few meters between them and the car. He quickly used his free hand to shakily open the car door, and sat her down in the passenger seat, realizing in the interior light just how much blood was on his hands. He carefully placed her legs in, raising the injured one up onto the dash, “Keep this up here…It’ll help with the bleeding. Hey…everything is fine.”

As he finished his sentence, he reached down and cupped her chin, leaning in to give her a small kiss. He pulled away with his eyes pressed closed tightly, showing his worry and then huffed and ran around to the drivers side. Starting the car with a loud rumble, he peeled out of the gravel, his free hand on Mika’s thigh.

“Just talk to me…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean let out a bit of a shriek as the spirit grabbed him by the throat again, shoving the back of his head into the ground as he fell. It pushed harder than he had ever felt, putting pressure on his skull as he groaned. As he attempted to swing his chain at her, she stomped on his wrist, showing that she was stronger than almost any ghost he had ever fought. Just as his lights started to go out, he heard Mika’s voice again, and the ghost flamed out, screaming.

Taking a loud and deep breath, he regained most of his conciousness, staring up at the dripping ceiling of the cavern. Bringing a hand up to his throat, he gritted his teeth and groaned, realizing he was alive. He then heard Mika’s voice again, and realized she may need help. The realization caused him to quickly sit up and bring himself to a staggering stand on his feet.

“Ya think?!”, he asked her, not realizing she was referring to an injury, at first. He finally caught a glimpse of her, sitting on the ground and his eyes turned into saucers, “Shit, Mika!”

He ran to her, sliding and falling on his ass near her. He finished crawling to close the gap between them, taking her injured leg into his hands with a groan.

“You have any idea how to get out of here? We need to get this patched up fast…”, he gasped, quickly pulling his jacket off, and then his t-shirt over his head. He used the t-shirt to press against her leg, hissing at how bad it must have hurt, “Hold this here…”

He then wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, before shoving his arms under her legs and around her waist and standing with her. His own body felt broken, but they had to get out of here, and he refused to lose her again.

“Just tell me where to go…”