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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean scoffed at how dramatic he felt like Mika was acting, but he started to get a small pang of fear creeping up in his stomach at her tone. Obviously something was wrong, other than a small scrape to the head, if she was being so harsh with him. He held out the vodka bottle with a heavily shaky hand, and took a deep breath.

“Okay. Okay! I’ll be good.”, he muttered, the fear not leaving his stomach as she told him to start counting. He counted in his head to one, before she started the stitches. He gasped, his body tensing. He almost flinched his head away from her, but thought it a bad idea. So, he simply stayed where he was and gripped the duvet tightly.

“That hurts, you know…”, he muttered through gritted teeth, “I don’t like you to see me like this. I’m not helpless. I don’t need a babysitter. If your leg wasn’t screwed, I’m sure you would just run away…”

In his delirium, he spoke the quiet part out loud to her, and cringed as he did so. He bit his lip, trying to stop the verbal diarrhea from slipping from his mouth. He had already said enough.

“I didn’t mean…”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison smiled as Esme offered to help her with the pants. Esme was nice. She seemed to care about Madison. Listening intently, she managed to button the shorts and pull the zipper up, smiling proudly. She then threaded the belt through, glancing up at Esme’s pants every now and then to judge how the belt was supposed to go, finally buckling it with another proud smile.

“I did it!”, she announced happily, before sitting down and pulled the shoes Esme had provided onto her feet. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that they magically fit, because she didn’t honestly know how shoes were supposed to fit.

She stood again and closed the door gently, joining Esme. She felt better, wearing the clothing. No one was staring at them when they walked by. No one seemed to find her a problem at all, and she was blending. She nodded at the idea of eating, stepping up close to Esme.

“I would like that.”, she whispered.

Dean Winchester

Dean shook his head at Sam, not believing what he was hearing. Sam wanted to walk into this with no weapons, and just his puppy eyes and hope. Dean sighed loudly, “I don’t think this is going to go the way you think, Sammy. I really don’t.”

As he spoke, his phone buzzed. Stopping at a stop sign, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and stared at it, “Esme? What the hell?”

He let the message play over in his brain before looking up at the road, seeing the street they were on. He had driven these streets enough that he knew they were close. So, he turned a sharp left and drove for a couple of blocks, slowing down only when they reached the diner. He glanced across the road from the diner, and recognized Esme’s car, causing him to turn into the diner parking lot, and park.

“Esme might have something for us. I don’t know if it’s the girl, but if there’s a chance, we should check it out, right?”, he asked Sam, putting the car in park before opening his door.

As he stepped up to the door of the diner, he peered in and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Esme…had the girl.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison followed Esme to her car, feeling grateful that the woman had found her. After what had happened to her back at the house she was born in, she didn’t know who to trust. Maybe there were a lot of people in the world who wanted to kill her. She could hurt people with her mind. Maybe she was perceived, by people who didn’t know her mother, as evil. She followed Esme’s instructions and sat carefully on the edge of the back seat, clutching the blanket a bit tighter around her body.

“Thank you.”, she whispered to Esme as she walked around to the back of the car to fetch clothes. She glanced around the car, making sure that no one was coming to kill her while she was alone. As Esme returned with the clothes, she smiled softly at her, thankful, but also not quite sure how they worked.

She stared at Esme, taking in how her clothing was worn on her own body. She then looked down at the pile of clothing as she took it, having a small hint of how to put the clothes on her body. She turned and dropped the blanket a bit, pulling the t-shirt over her head. Once she realized where the arm holes were, she slipped her arms through and pulled it down around her waist with a proud smile. She then took the underwear and the shorts, staring at them both. She gathered, from seeing Esme in her denim, that the underwear must go first. So, she leaned against the front seat, and carefully stepped into them, before unbuttoning the shorts and slipping them on the same way.

Realizing she didn’t know how to reattach the button to itself, she turned to the window, holding the belt that was added in one hand. She sighed, realizing she was going to need help, and pushed the door open.

“Um. Esme? I um…I don’t really know how this works.”, she said quietly, holding the belt up, while trying to hold the pants button together with her other hand.

Dean Winchester

Dean glanced over at Sam, noticing how quiet he was, and sighed softly, “I know you want to try and save this girl. But you need to come to grips with the fact that you might have to kill her. You realize that?”

He asked the question to calm his own nerves about his brother going near this girl after what she had done to them. Whatever that power was, it was something they had never seen from a demon or an angel. It was something new. It was something scary.

“I want you to carry an angel blade with you…”, he finished, still searching for the girl. There were no signs that she had lost her temper, or that anyone around had seen a random naked girl running around.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison gave a small smile at the idea of getting food, although she wasn’t entirely sure what went into food, other than what she had heard her mother speak about when describing cravings while pregnant. She nodded gently and repeated the woman’s name as well, attempting to learn as she went, “Esme. I like your name too. And I would like food. My mother liked food. She would tell Sam and Dean about her cravings, and her favorites…”

She trailed off, as saying their names upset her stomach. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fought back tears and emotions that she didn’t understand. They were supposed to protect her, not hurt her. They were supposed to keep her safe.

“Um…Esme…I think I would like those clothes, now.”, she spoke properly, stepping up beside Esme, still clutching her stomach and chest as what is best described as heartbreak continued washing over her.

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed heavily in regret for shooting at the girl, his stomach lurching at the idea that she now would see him as an attacker, rather than her savior. He didn’t respond to Sam, because he knew Sam was right. Instead, he got into the drivers seat and slammed his door shut, starting the Impala with a roar.

“You sure you want to approach her? I mean, you were with me. She might see you as just as much of a threat as me. And the only person who has been able to see her thoughts or anything is Cas.”, he started, pulling away from Bobby’s and out onto the road, “And he’s a little…predisposed at the moment. He didn’t even answer my prayer this morning, when all this started.”

As they drove into town, Dean scanned the sides of the road for anything that looked suspicious, or anyone who seemed out of place. He loosely remembered what the girl looked like, and decided to remind Sam as they were driving.

“Her hair is like…silvery, and she’s tiny.”, he spoke, before realizing his description was incredibly vague, “And she’ll probably be nude…”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison flinched as a strange woman approached her, telling her that she could help her. She didn’t know if she could trust this woman, since Sam and Dean tried to kill her. They were so nice to her mother, and her mother had convinced her that Dean Winchester would keep her safe. But he tried to shoot her!

She almost panicked, and attacked the woman, until she noticed how soft she spoke, like her mother. Her eyes softened from the scowl that had appeared on her face when she first approached, and she stepped closer to the woman.

“I um…I am not really alright. I am confused. I am alone.”, she spoke very clearly, but slow and calculated. She wrapped the blanket around her own shoulders, pulling it tight to her chest with a small but forced smile, “If you aren’t going to hurt me, then why do you have that gun? The last person to have a gun tried to kill me…”

As she made sure the woman knew that she could sense the gun on her body, she never let her face turn to anger or worry. Rather, her expression simply stayed calm, and her stomach rumbled loudly.

“My name is Madison…”, she introduced herself.

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes when Sam asked him if he had a plan. Of course he didn’t. He just wanted to figure out how to kill her, and go from there. He stopped before he opened the drivers side door of the Impala, staring at Sam with a furrowed brow over the roof.

“What else are we supposed to do? She’s not human, man. If the angels aren’t willing to help with her, even now, what are we supposed to do? I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to take that angel blade in the trunk…and do what I have to.”

Even as he spoke, he didn’t believe himself, that he would be able to kill an innocent girl. She was scary, but she would probably be no more of a threat, if they took her, than Cas. But that wasn’t something he could afford to test out. He was sure Bobby would agree with him, and possibly even Cas.

“I promised to keep her safe, when I thought she was going to be a baby…and I could help her, with Cas. But now? I don’t know if I can do that, Sammy.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shook his head as Mika commanded him to lie down. He waved his hands around in front of him a bit, “No. Nah…you need to rest and take care of y-yourself.”

He realized then that he felt a little tired. He shook his head a bit quicker, opening his eyes and slapping his cheeks. He was determined not to give in to what was probably a bit of head trauma. He paused and then sighed.

“Fine. But I’m fine. I didn’t even hit my head that hard…I don’t think.”, he muttered, sliding himself backward on the bed and carefully lying down on his side, with his back facing her. He couldn’t even really feel the pain in his back, at that point, and only felt the need to sleep, “It’s just a bump, Mika…really. You need to worry about yourself. You need to eat and…and sleep. And I need to call Bobby, and…”

He finished the sentence with a bit of a jerk and a noise, waking himself up from almost falling asleep, “And if I lay here long, I’m gonna fall asleep, not gonna lie. Maybe I had too much Vodka."

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded as she explained that the wound was worse than she originally thought it was. He understood that. The one time that he had almost died from an injury, one that John brushed off, was when he fell on his own knife and didn’t realize it. The knife had been in his bag, and when he was thrown, it pierced the canvas and stuck into his side. He nearly lost a kidney, but John kept insisting it was just a bruised rib.

He shuddered at the thought of the memory and reached his hand carefully behind him, running the top of his fingers over her thigh, “I know. But I was there. I will always be there, because I don’t want you put in those positions, no matter how simple of a hunt. Things go south, and you have no backup, and you end up banged up. No one is going to ask you if you’re alright, in this business…”

He took a deep breath and continued, “In fact, in this particular situation, I would have been toast too. I don’t make good decisions when I’m alone. Why do you think I’m so scared for Sammy? Or to be away from my Dad? I’ve never been on my own…”

As he spoke, he barely noticed that his eyes were starting to flutter closed. He stayed in the upright position, but he was now starting to feel the effects from the head injury, a bit more acutely, now that his adrenaline was fading. He swayed a bit, but pulled his hand forward and placed it on the bed to straighten himself. Concussions were nothing, but they made things a little complicated when trying to care for someone else.

“But now it’s me and you…”, he spoke with a tiny slur and a smile.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison slowly walked down the street, flinching at every sound. She could hear the gasps from people who walked by and witnessed her appearance. The majority were concentrating on her chest, causing her to cross her arms tightly over her torso, covering her chest. She knew her name. She thought she could communicate with these people, but they were running from her, almost like they were scared of her body.

As she continued to walk, the memories of her mother, and then the two men that she was afraid she had harmed were filling her mind. Those men had tried to kill her. But…she didn’t want to hurt anyone. An unfamiliar sensation was felt under her eyes, as she thought about it, and she pulled a hand up to wipe a tear from under her eye, staring at her hand with wonder.

Dean Winchester

The same realization Sam had, suddenly struck Dean. He whipped his head toward Sam and placed both his hands on his head, his gun still perched in his right.

“That was the baby?! Cass said that if she was able to grow…she’d be unstoppable. SON OF A BITCH!”, he screamed into the echoing room, “We have to find her. Sam, we have to find her now, and at least bring her back here. She could be out there panic blasting everyone in sight…”

Without hesitation, he bolted for the door, running out the back of the house to attempt to find what could be a nuclear bomb trapped in a human body…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean knew he was acting like a baby, but he nodded his head and took a deep breath. He could handle almost any wound, but things being stuck in his body, and having to be removed after they had dried was one of his biggest fears. Luckily, he had mostly been able to avoid being shot, or ending up with those sorts of wounds, until now.

He felt her wiping his back and his body instantly tensed, but he stayed as still as he could, knowing that flinching or moving around would only make it worse, and could also make her pull some of his stitches, “I hate this type of injury, man…”

He spoke the words as if it was Sam patching him up, as he was most used to. Sam was surprisingly a good little doctor, and primarily, John really only ever let him stay back at the hotel and patch them up when he was younger. Her hands were much gentler than Sam’s, though, as she picked at the pebbles. Even so, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

When she mentioned his head, he nodded, but narrowed his eyes and almost spun around when she mentioned that she had been afraid she was going to lose him. He laughed, wincing at the pain in his back when he did so, “Me?! I’m fine. I have had worse beatings than that when wrestling with Sammy. It’s just a hole in the head and some rocks stabbing my back, no harm, right?”

He joked with her a bit, but let his voice go serious after a few seconds, sighing, “But you…You scared the hell out of me back there. If I had seen that blood puddle with no body, there’s no way I would have believed the person survived. I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed, wanting to tell her ‘no’ because he knew she wanted to take him outside to talk. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to wait for his brother. He wanted to bury his thoughts in work. But he also knew Mika wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. So, he reluctantly stood from the table and started walking, stepping out the back door and onto the lot.

Once he was outside, he waited for her to step out the door and threw his hands up a bit, “What is it? Did Bobby say something? If this is about Hell, I don’t remember anything…and even if I did, I don’t want to talk about it.”

He brought up the subject of Hell without her even saying it, and didn’t even realize he had headed her off. His fear of her finding out what he did while he was in the pit terrified him. She would never look at him again, if she found out. If she found out that he was still thinking about it every single night, she might not trust him to be around her, or anyone. No one should have. Tears started bubbling up in his eyes, unprovoked, only run by his own thoughts as he stared at her with pleading eyes.

“I can’t…”

Cason

Cason sighed and adjusted himself as Esme asked about the phone call. He knew she would ask, and he honestly had to trust her at this point, if he was going to stay with her. So, he cleared his throat and looked over at her.

“You can’t say a word to any of the Winchesters about any of this…”, he muttered, rubbing his eyebrow a bit with his eyes closed, “There’s an old…friend of Deans that has found himself on the trail of all of this, like a hound. We’re not exactly on the best of terms, and I’m pretty sure that after Dean was able to pop himself out of Hell, for whatever reason, they probably aren’t besties anymore.”

As he explained, he waved his hand around, trying to get through the bulk of the information as easily as possible, against his better judgement.

“And this ‘friend’ of Dean Winchesters is also interested in Anna. We don’t know why, or to what extent. That’s why I’m keeping my guys back, and Dean Winchester cannot know that he is around. One false move from the over emotional, and this whole thing blows up in our faces…and she could potentially be used as some sort of fucked up weapon, her and Sam…”

He opened his eyes and looked at her, scanning eyes after the information dump. He knew it would be overwhelming, but he wanted her to know that she was safe, even if the others weren’t….for now, at least.

“But don’t worry. I’m sending my dogs to Bobby Singer’s place. They’ll take care of us…”, he finished.

——-

As they arrived in Sioux Falls, he smiled, seeing two of the Hell hounds he had broken free from Crowley following close to the cars. He knew the humans in the group couldn’t see them, but they gave him a breath of fresh air.

As everyone parked, he got out, trying to be covert as he walked over to his favorite girl Hellhound and scratching under her chin. He glanced around, trying to keep his motions small, even as she breathed hot air onto his face, and blew a bit of the hair on the top of his head as she did.

“Good girl. Stay here…but come get me if you see anything. Okay?”, he whispered to her, causing her to paw at his leg. He pulled away from her, and walked over to join the others, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Annabeth

Annabeth stirred from her daydream as Sam pulled onto gravel, and she felt a familiar wave come over her. This place was safe, she could feel it. As they passed cars, she also felt like they were passing beings, turning her head to them. She could see the faint outline of what appeared to be large dogs lining the driveway - around six of them.

She furrowed her eyebrows and watched them as they followed the cars, and then met up with Cason as everyone parked.

“That’s weird…”, she muttered quietly before Sam spoke up. She turned to him with her eyebrows raised and agreed with his words, “You can say that again. They are going to lose their minds at my eyes being missing. Your brother seems a little high strung to see something like this…”

She spoke her mind about Dean, having felt like he was either scared of her, or just wanted to kill her since the moment she met him. She couldn’t imagine what he would say about her surviving such a horrific angel attack. She stepped out of the car as they parked, waiting for Sam to meet her around the side.

As she stepped out, Cason joined them, and she had a million questions, but kept them to herself as the dogs seemed to all be following his orders.