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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared at the ceiling as they laid there. He knew that they were going through this cycle, time and time again. It was part of who they were, together. Even when she was Kenzi, they still went through the same cycles. He sighed, and brought his hand up to pick up her fingers. He brought them up to his lips, and kissed them gently.

He didn’t honestly know that he was ready to be back in this scenario with her, but feeling her skin against his lips caused his rational brain to fall away, like usual.

“We always end up here…”, he finally muttered, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head before kissing her hair, his gentle way of telling her she was safe with him. He squeezed her hand, sighing. He didn’t want to live, waiting for their next cycle to begin. That would cause him to be more paranoid, and for her, it would be twice as bad.

“I do love you.”, he finally muttered, between thoughts. He blanked his mind out after the words slipped through his lips, hating the way the ‘L’ word sounded coming out of his mouth. He cringed externally, his eye twitching, and he shrugged under her head a bit to make her look at him, so he could judge her face.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean raised his eyebrows a bit at Mika, when she mentioned she felt like they knew Anna from somewhere. He had been having the same thoughts. It’s why he had stayed away from her. He was afraid she was…

“Hey, wasn’t that girl that Sam hooked up with back in Minnesota’s name Anna?”, he asked, thinking hard into the air, randomly. He then responded to Cason’s ‘last night on earth’ comment, raising his eyebrows as he came to sit back down beside her, leaning his own head against hers, before realizing she also gave him the line.

“Last night on earth, huh?”, he asked, leaning over enough to make her raise her head as he waggled his eyebrows at her. In his gut, he knew it was likely going to go south. There was no telling what Alastair was bringing with him, not including himself. Not to mention his history with Alastair would complicate things on his end, and make him a likely target. He didn’t let his face fall, wanting to keep her on task, and not letting his mind wander too far down a rabbit hole of scenarios. He knew there was no coming back from that, and he would be distracted.

Bobby Singer

Bobby smiled at Natalia’s offer to help, clapping her on the shoulder without much of a response. Although, the offer was tempting. Just having her on the phones would be better than being alone.

His smile grew a little brighter as she realized what he was showing her, “Right. One of those bad boys, and all our troubles are solved if the angels show up. I don’t want to mess with the panic room too much, while Sam and Anna are stuck in there, but if we make it through this…maybe we can find more of these.”

As he explained, he read the text directly to the side of the banishing spell, realizing it needed to be made in human blood.

“We might have to draw straws for that part…”, he muttered, pointing at the text and glancing over to Cason and Esme briefly, to make sure they were both still in the room. He didn’t really trust a demon in his house, but given the circumstances, he was almost relieved.

Annabeth

Annabeth sighed as Sam pulled away from the kiss, her eyes closed for a few seconds as she processed what had just happened. Her stomach dropped, when she thought about the fact that she was likely setting him up for an even harder fall, when she left. However, she matched his slight smile, leaning into his hand and letting her hands fall to his neck, as a stray tear betrayed her and fell onto his thumb.

“I hope so.”, she whispered, not believing him. She knew how this would go, in her gut. But Sam was so damned optimistic. It was hard to take that from him, with her own realism. She bit her lip and stifled a small giggle remembering the last time they were together, and how much smaller and innocent he seemed.

“I am too. It’s hard to believe that I used to be the tough one, dragging you away and nearly kidnapping you.”, she muttered with a smirk. She nuzzled his nose briefly, furrowing her brow a bit in sadness, “This feeling in my gut is incredibly familiar. Like we have cycled around…to be right back in this situation, and someone had hoped I wouldn’t remember any of it.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean brought a hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek, whipping away the tears that had run down. He gritted his teeth as they sat in his state, not wanting to move because it meant that he either had to leave or agree to try and move on. He took shook his head at her words, as his lips brushed against hers gently.

There was nothing that he wanted to control about her growth. That was always something that was the quickest way for him to run: control. But this was a start, toward the communication they needed. None of this had to be this serious.

Apparently, there was a part of his mind that wanted to be civil, and just show her how much he loved cared about her, regardless of the mess they had both made, “I just need to know what you want. And while you figure that out…we have to be realistic.”

He just wanted to tell her he was sorry, and kiss every inch of her face, until she took him back. But he also was aware that he had control, in this situation, in some ways. She would never let him convince her that all of this wasn’t her fault. So, he did what came natural, when they were fighting. He conceded. He sighed and closed his eyes, “Then don’t…”

As the words left his mouth, he crushed their lips together again, this time pulling her body closer to his possessively. He pulled away only briefly, glancing around the room to make sure Bobby was still outside before he turned back to her, his puffy eyes scanning hers.

“C’mon…”, he muttered quietly, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around her to pick her up. He lifted her into his arms, bridal style and started toward the stairs, just wanting to take her into a neutral space, with their current situation. He took the first couple of steps, gaining a rhythm, before kissing down her jaw line as he walked. And the cycle of Mika and Dean goes on…

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean had noticed Esme’s flinch when he touched her, but was thankful that she relaxed a bit. He continued to scan her eyes, needing to focus on anything he could, except the chaos that was going on around them. He smirked and nodded when she told him that her emotions were hinging on Madison calming down, and pulled her head against his chest, stroking her hair as the wind began to calm.

He gave a small relieved sigh as Sam’s attempts began working on Madison, as he was truly afraid she was going to explode again, but this time there was plenty that she could hurt them with, around them. Not to mention, her sonic blast seemed to stop blood flow, something he never wanted to experience again.

When Madison rushed Sam and everything stopped as she hugged him, Dean’s shoulders dropped in relief and he let out an audible sigh, “Oh thank God…”

He looked down briefly at Esme as she placed her forehead on his chest, sighing again in relief that they were both okay, and that he was so close to her. He glanced back up at Sam, and nodded, confirming that both he and Esme were fine, just rattled, while he brushed his fingers through Esme’s hair, “I got you…”

Madison

Castiel also let out his own sigh of relief as Sam managed to divert an absolute emotional disaster for the boys and anyone who dared to get near, while she was self destructing. He still didn’t know the full spectrum of Madison’s power, only that the lore stated she would be more powerful than Michael or Lucifer. The thought of that kind of power was almost hard to conceive.

“This is good to note. She has made multiple bonds with humans, which makes it less likely for her to want to smite them…”, he muttered dryly, his attention suddenly coming to Dean as he stood there, “Dean, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Focus on them.”, Dean said simply, as he cradled Esme. Castiel pressed his lips together and nodded, half knowing he was telling the truth, and half knowing that Dean was good at covering up his problems.

Madison continued to listen to Sam’s heartbeat, learning more about him with every beat. Everything she knew, was something she learned from a human. As she concentrated, her heartbeat slowed to match his, almost as if her heart was learning from his.

She calmed enough to pull her face away, raising it to look at Sam as the light slowly faded from her eyes, pulling them back to normal. She let a slow sigh leave her lips as she attempted to match his breathing, as well.

“Are you okay?”, she asked, causing Castiel to roll his eyes. Even after being attacked, she was still concerned about hurting people. Maybe she was more human than he had given her credit for, something that would definitely anger Michael, if he ever showed up.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean took a deep and shaky breath, feeling his nose brushing close enough to hers to touch. He tilted his head to close that gap, inhaling sharply as he felt her nose against his. He felt pathetic, and weak. He felt as if the world had fallen out from under his feet, and he was reacting the worst to it. If only his dad could see him, at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and fought off the urge to cover her mouth, to stop her words. But he didn’t. He simply took them in, and shook his head.

“I didn’t say that…”, he whispered, in response to her speaking about her PTSD pushing him away. While it was the case on one hand, it wasn’t the sole reason.

Bobby stepped through the kitchen, stopping his steps as he noticed both his kids on the couch. He let a sad smirk hit the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the ticket he was bringing to Dean. Not wanting to interfere with what looked like progress, he simply turned on his heel and stepped back into the garage with a sigh.

Dean released her hair, quickly pushing the sides of her hair away from her face. He kept his nose pressed to hers, trying to reign in the tears before he could find the words to say.

“I know…”, was all he could muster, at first. He took a deep breath again, sniffling loudly before brushing his lips against hers. It wasn’t a kiss, but he wanted to kiss her so badly. It wouldn’t fix things, but at least it would make things seem more normal, “I know. I know…”

Even though he was shaky, he kissed her with a sigh. He was still devastated. He still felt as if she had punched a hole in his gut, with her lack of faith in him. He still resented the fact that she wouldn’t set her boundaries or things she would like him to do, to keep her, and keep her sane. But the time without her had proven to him one thing.

It had always been her.

He pulled back from her, helping her to sit up straight on the couch by her arms, before positioning himself in front of her again with a deep kiss, which he allowed to linger and continue for a while. He then broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers once more, with a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

Bobby glanced through the kitchen window and smirked, although he didn’t agree with them being so close, so fast. Their relationship was toxic, and he couldn’t necessarily agree with all of it, but when they were good…they were good. He couldn’t help but root for them. He wiped his hands and resigned himself to the garage, to allow them the space they needed to at least get over this one hump.

“Yeah. They’re gonna be alright…”, he muttered.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Esme

- Collab between Annabeth and Wolvena to not clog the thread. :)

Cason raised his eyebrows as Esme caught his eyes. He wasn't used to her being willing to have a conversation with him. For that reason, he didn't know how to answer her question. He rolled the question over in his mind, coming up with answers that made him cringe, and others that made him glance down briefly at her gun.

Peering back up at her eyes, he scanned the length of her face and shrugged, "You're a tad intoxicating, honestly. I noticed it the first time we were in a room together."

Esme watched him, waiting for him to answer the question. She could see his wheels turning on how to answer the question and even caught the glance at her gun. Had he learned to choose his words wisely yet? She wouldn’t know until he answered her, and he soon did. “Intoxicating?” she repeated the word with one eyebrow raised. Was this supposed to be some sort of pickup line? She inwardly cringed at the thought as her face slightly changed to a look of ew.

Cason was taken aback by the look on her face, as she realized what he said. He had to admit, it hadn't come out the way it probably should have, but it wasn't completely untrue.

"Um...yeah, intoxicating is a good word. It's like a drink of whiskey or a cigarette. You know?", he explained, scanning her eyes to see if her facial expression changed at all. He hadn't wanted to have this conversation just yet, with her.

Esme’s face changed very little as Canson explained what he meant by she was intoxicating. Was he comparing her to whiskey and a cigarette? If anything, his entire explanation confused her even more, and it was showing on her face. She felt like he was trying to avoid the question and was dancing around it.

“So, are you saying you get warm and tingly?” she asked, as one brow raised again. After she said it, she felt strange. A demon getting warm and tingly around a human, especially one that was a hunter, was just plain strange. She stood there, trying to wrap her head around it.

Cason rolled his eyes at Esme's retort, feeling oddly self-conscious as she continued to look at him as if he had three heads. He shrugged heavily, leaving his shoulders raised as he tilted his body to the side and looked away from her eyes.

"That's a very human way of putting it. I feel worried, all the time, like now. I want to kill everything and everyone near you, when there's actual danger...just in case.", he explained with a slightly higher-pitched voice, "So, I guess you could say it's warm...and tingly..."

Esme watched him, taking in his eye roll to her retort, his shrug, and the way he averted his eyes from her. Was that it? Was that how he was feeling while around her? That sounded like he was…… No, he couldn’t be. She focused back on him as he spoke, her eyebrows raising as she listened. It was just as she had thought.

His voice going to a slightly higher pitch said it all. It now explained why he had become so possessive and clingy towards her. She sighed and shook her head with a little laugh. “Dude, you got it bad,” she whispered softly. “And I was the one that brought it on, lucky me.” she sighed. She then looked over at Sarah and rubbed her shoulder. “Did you happen to catch on to this?” she asked her.

Cason sighed heavily and placed both his hands on his hips as she laughed at him. It was a far cry from shooting him in the head, but ouch. He narrowed his eyes at her and bit his lip, "Shut up. You're lucky to have me..."

He continued to stare at her, scanning between both her eyes when she made her little quip and then turn to Sarah, "Don't bring her into this. You're deflecting..."

However, as Esme turned to her, Sarah nuzzled against her side, basically giving her the answer of 'yes' as she accepted the petting. Cason rolled his eyes with a loud groan, "Great. So, what...you use this against me? I make a nice comment, and it totally makes me seem like some sort of junkless sap, right?"

Esme almost laughed again as Cason said she was deflecting by asking Sarah the question, but she held her composure as she waited to see if she would really answer her. When Sarah nuzzled against her in an answer of basically yes, she almost wanted to hug her. It seemed that her laugh and asking Sarah her question had struck a nerve. Esme collected herself more before she looked back at him, and she gently shook her head at his questions.

“No, but I could if I was that type of person.” She sighed as she thought about his other question. “No, it doesn’t make you look like junkless sap. It shows that you actually have a heart,” she told him. It probably wasn’t something a demon, like Cason, wanted to hear, but it was the truth. She looked back at Sarah for a moment to scratch her head and behind an ear. This was an awkward conversation to have with Cason, especially with the upcoming fight that was on its way.

As Esme spoke about his weakness for her as a human, as if he had some sort of soul, Cason scoffed, "It shows I have a heart. I protected Annabeth for a reason...a pretty selfish reason. I actually feel relieved that she's safe with Sam Winchester."

His eye twitched as he spoke the words, turning back to her. The way she scratched Sarah's ear made his lips turn up into a smirk. It was strange to see a human interacting with such a vicious creature, as a Hellhound, but something about it was endearing, also.

"Since we're all going to die tomorrow, I might as well go out on a redemption arc, right?", he quipped, still smirking fondly at her. He was being a realist about his odds of not going out in a blaze of glory.

Dean chimed in from nowhere, crawling up the stairs to point at Cason, as his head rounded the corner, "You watch your mouth. That's my line..."

Cason narrowed his eyes in confusion, as Dean slid back down to sit next to Mika once again. He then realized what he had said, and laughed, "I'm um...not...seducing you or anything, contrary to what your ex says."

Esme sighed a bit as Cason scoffed. Her smile faded a bit as he talked about what it was like with Annabeth. Though she couldn’t blame him for being relieved that Annabeth was safe with Sam. That should have been more proof of what she had said. “That just goes to show that you care for her,” she told him. “There is nothing wrong about caring for someone.” She looked at him to see his reaction to what she said. Then turned back to Sarah.

“But there is a point where caring turns into obsession,” she added. “I’ve seen it and I’ve experienced it before meeting up with this group. It wasn’t pretty,” she admitted with a small shiver. She shook her head lightly to keep the memory from invading her thoughts. It was in the past and should stay there. She could feel him watching her with Sarah, and could almost feel his smirk. She then whirled around to face him at his words, her eyebrows almost in her hairline.

That was a line Dean would use if she ever heard it. Esme looked at the stairs at Dean’s sudden appearance, then smiled and held back a laugh at his words to Cason. She then saw the realization hit Cason after Dean slid back down the stairs. Her eyebrows lowered as he spoke. “Yeah, sure you 're not,” she said with one raised eyebrow. She didn’t even bother to comment about him calling Dean her ex. She told him before that he wasn’t, and that the last time they met it was brief.

Cason lowered his eyes to the ground, realizing she was warning him a bit about his obsession. She was right, honestly. He needed to stop treating her like the fragile human she was physically. No matter how much he cared about her, she was capable, and wouldn't be under his wing constantly, whether he liked it or not.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison and Castiel

“That man hurt me…”, Madison explained to Sam, her glowing eyes turning sad as she stood with her feet firmly planted, a tear falling down her cheek. When her eyes met his, she studied his face, taking a deep breath, “Am I going to die?”

“No…”, Castiel answered simply as he rejoined them, allowing Sam to take control. He could sense that she was connected to Sam, which meant that other than Esme, Sam was the only person who could control this outburst. That is, if she didn’t erupt and kill him, “You can’t be killed that easily. But now that the angels know, they'll come up with another way. It’s hard to understand, but listen to Sam…”

The wind calmed a bit at the confirmation that she wasn’t dying. She continued to analyze Sam’s eyes, seeing the calm, care, and peace behind them. She studied how his eyes were two different colors, one a sort of green and the other a shade of blue, and let out a sigh. The wind completely stopped, as she jolted herself forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, clinging to him for dear life.

Dean Winchester

Dean’s head was swimming as his entire humanity wanted him to care for Madison, and make sure she’s okay. Even Castiel’s reactions to everything swayed his mind a bit. He also wanted to know where the Hell Castiel had been this whole time. He was supposed to help them with the whole birth situation, and dealing with whatever came next. Instead, he had disappeared, dealing with the situation in Heaven.

He reluctantly watched Sam step up, after he begged him to. He didn’t want his brother in the middle of what could be a bomb, as he watched him take Madison’s face in his hands. He raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that she allowed him to touch her. Apparently they had bonded pretty heavily while he and Esme were away.

Dean held up both his hands in front of him, as he stepped over to Esme and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his chest. He wasn’t completely convinced of Madison’s good nature, yet, and he was not going to let Esme get hurt in this scenario.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as he watched Sam work on the girl. As the wind calmed a bit, he took the opportunity to pull Esme’s face up to meet his as he scanned her eyes, “You okay?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason rolled his eyes at Esme as she told him exactly what he expected, which is why he had mentioned that she would probably fight with them. He knew she wouldn’t let him just lock her up, but he wanted to…badly.

“I’m half tempted to lock your ass in the vault, but…the dogs can’t help you, there. I know the Winchesters are more than capable of handling a few demons. But you have to think…”, he stopped, nodding his head toward the basement, “They aren’t strongest, when they’re apart. And they’re going to very much be apart during all this.”

He sighed, reaching a hand up to brush his knuckles against her cheek briefly, giving a small pout and letting his hand drop back to his side.

“But if you want to be out here, fine. Just be careful. I would probably kill everyone in this room, if you ended up dead, alright? I’m going to be honest with you.”, he rolled his neck a bit, “I kinda like having you around. So, let’s not ruin that…”

He then reached over and scratched the bottom of Sarah’s chin as he caught a glimpse of the sigil Bobby was pointing out to Nat. He recognized it intimately, as he had nearly stabbed through his hand to make it back at the hotel.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“I know…”, Dean whispered simply, extending the first olive branch of understanding of the day. He took a deep and shuddering breath after, and wiped his hand down his face. Tensions were high, and a moment that should have been something a normal couple would brush off had literally torn them apart. He didn’t say anything else, he simply stood from the couch again.

He thought about leaving, while Bobby wasn’t in the room. There were plenty of other ways out of the house, other than the garage. But the more he thought about leaving, his feet wouldn’t move. He was shaking, his teeth almost chattering as he tried to talk himself into leaving. The thoughts even came into his mind to steal a car, and drive to California, to find Sam. Maybe he could talk him into letting him stay for a while, or he could get Sam to go with him, and ditch college. They could be on the road together.

But even the thoughts of snatching Sam from college didn’t budge his feet, as his mind forced him to stay. He let out a deep sigh, turning toward Mika. He watched her cry, which tore him apart. He wasn’t good with people crying, anyway. As a couple of tears fell from his own nose, almost deafening as they hit the old hardwood floor, he reluctantly stepped forward and squatted.

As his knees hit the floor, he leaned his forehead against the top of her head, bringing a shaky hand up to tangle in her hair.

“I can’t leave…”, he whispered, his own voice almost muffled by the cushion she had buried herself into. He was defying everything he had told himself in his mind, about not getting too close. Making up wasn’t necessarily in the cards, in his mind, considering how massive of a misunderstanding and reaction they had both had. Neither of them knew what they were. Neither of them really knew what they wanted. And for Dean, this was all so far off the reservation for a hunter…he didn’t even know if he was ‘allowed’ to feel this way about anyone, “But…un-until you’re ready to t-tell me what you want, I can’t do this. It’s a hell of a lot of baggage and change, Mika…”

He let her name slip off his tongue and the floodgates opened to the tears, and he pushed against her with his head, nuzzling his head into her hand.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean reached down and grabbed the other half of the blankets, slapping Mika’s ass as she stood from her squat. He placed his tongue between his teeth with a small laugh, “You can’t just go squatting like that all over the house…especially when it could be our last night on earth. You know the line.”

He laughed a little harder, brushing past her to get down the stairs first. However, he skidded to a stop just outside the door, and pulled himself back, reaching an arm out to hold Mika back with a small smirk. He had seen his brothers look for the past few days, that look of familiarity, attraction, maybe even a bit of love or something. Seeing him this close to Anna was something he couldn’t barge in on, as much as he normally would.

He turned to Mika, “Um…we should hang out here, for a few. I don’t mess with goodbyes.”

He gave Mika a look, knowing she would understand what he meant after all these years. He then took a seat on the bottom step of the basement, trying not to sit too close to the door and intrude.

Bobby Singer

Bobby had just reached his desk when Natalia perched in front of him. He had to admit, she was his favorite to have around. She was thoughtful, and as much as she probably wouldn’t want to hear him say it…kind. He picked up the lore book on demons he had been reading earlier in the day, and only glanced up when she asked him how he was doing.

“I um…I’m a bit tired, if I’m honest.”, he spoke clearly, flipping to a page in the book with a sigil that caught his attention. He brushed it off, to speak to her, “I just want you kids to be safe. There’s so many of you. I don’t have enough brains to be able to protect you all. So, I’ll do the best I can, but I ask that you all do the same. You all need to prepare yourself for the loss that is probably coming…”

Bobby stepped over to the door and opened it, letting Benjamin in with a huff. Great, another kid to protect, added to the pile. He stepped back over to his desk, picking up a book and holding it out to Natalia, pointing to a sigil that Cason had used to expel angels. He tapped his finger against it with a wide smile, not believing that he had true angel lore in his house all long.

Annabeth

As she thought over what was happening, and the memories that continued to flood her mind. Everything about him suddenly felt the most familiar thing she had been able to know in the past several months. It wasn’t new, but it was exciting. She didn’t remember what the man who had kidnapped her looked like, only his voice, and the feeling of wanting to go back to Sam, in that moment, even at sixteen.

She closed her eyes as his fingers ran through her hair, the soft touch sending a jolt of electricity down her spine, as she listened to his words and breathed deeply. She had to admit that his idea for a tracking device was a wonderful idea, if something like that existed.

“It’s like the universe doesn’t want us anywhere near each other…”, she said sadly, as he spoke Alastair’s name. It was sad to admit, but considering everything they had been through, just being around each other, it truly seemed like the universe had some screwed up plan to make sure they weren’t able to know each other, or knew they were dangerous, together.

Not able to contain the emotional reaction to the memories, and the situation anymore, she closed the tiny gap between their lips, reaching her hands up to tangle into his hair with a pleasant sigh. His touch was relaxing, but this…this was familiar. This was safety, in the midst of the end of the world.

The thought nearly broke her heart as she kissed him, continuing to remind herself that this would likely be the last time they were ever in the same room, together.