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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smirked when she told him that she couldn’t hate him, but it made him wonder if she had thought about killing Madison as well. The thought of her being forced to do it, with how much the girl seemed to like her made him a little sad. At her offer to drive, he had to smile, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t much of a highway rider, but considering they were just going to be going a few blocks over, he would deal with it.

His attention was turned to Sam as he walked over and handed Esme the address Cas had given him, shooting his brother a look to tell him to ‘be careful’. He was uneasy with Sam being alone with Madison, even with Cas there. But Cas seemed to understand her power better than any of them, and Cas would never put Sam in unnecessary danger. He knew the price he would pay, if he did.

Sighing with worry, Dean turned back to Esme and gave her a nervous smile, “I definitely am ready for that drink.”

He pulled her with him as he started walking toward her car, taking her hand and linking his fingers with hers.

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They had arrived at a dive bar in town, something that was impossible not to see as his style. As they sat at the end of the bar, he raised his hand, smiling that the female bartender seemed to remember his order, from his time spent at Bobby’s. This bar was where he went to get away from everyone, during their days and weeks of research, and he was almost nervous to bring Esme here, considering his relations with basically every female in the building.

He was thankful that the bartender didn’t seem in the mood to play games. She smirked as she took his drink order, and turned to Esme, “And what would you like, sweetheart?”

Dean smirked, wrapping his arm around the back of Esme’s barstool, “Why don’t we start her off with my usual. We’re relaxing.”

The bartender smirked, giving him a small wink as she nodded and turned to grab a bottle of top shelf whiskey and two glasses. She poured a triple in each glass, and slid them in front of Dean and Esme.

“So, about what happened in the park, earlier…”, he started, deciding to get the awkward out early in the alcohol, “Do you pick up where you left off, after nearly a decade with all the guys?”

He smirked as he joked bringing both his hands up to cradle his glass of whiskey.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean furrowed his eyebrows at hearing Esme speak about being exhausted. He then lifted his eyebrows, noting the prospect of a drink, which was exactly what he needed, at the moment. He continued to stroke her hair, until she pulled back from him, almost surprising him.

He scanned her eyes, his own growing a bit wide. He stammered for a second, his lips not forming words. He wasn’t used to caring about his own well being, especially since his trip to Hell a little over a year prior. He gave a nervous laugh, his head tilting to the side as he tried to find the words to brush her off.

“Um. I’m…Not too good, actually.”, he admitted, noticing how his hand was shaking in hers. They had lost so much. They had been through so much, in the past several months. He had almost lost Sam to the demon blood…to Ruby. And now, Lucifer was circling, trying to get a vessel and he was stuck with Michaels kid. Yeah. Things weren’t the best.

“I’m tired. I can’t even look at the kid, without wanting to take a machete to her throat and hope for the best. I don’t even know how to begin thinking about that…”, he started again, releasing her from the last of the hold he had and placing his free hand on her cheek, running a finger under her eye, “Let’s get a drink. Then I’ll make you hate me…”

He gave a small smirk, but made sure his eyes were honest in letting her know that he still fully planned to kill Madison if she hurt anyone.

Madison and Castiel

Madison glanced down at her chest, running her fingers over the small hole with no wound behind it and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes raising back up to scan Sam’s. She watched his facial expressions, noting the concern he was harboring, but the care.

“I’m fine, Sam. Just glad I didn’t hurt anyone.” , She reached a hand up, brushing some of his hair that had flown into his face behind his ear, which caused Castiel to clear his throat.

“Um. Madison we should go.”, Castiel muttered, stepping forward and placing a hand on her forearm. She furrowed her brow, dropping her hand from Sam’s face and turning to Castiel, who was giving her a disapproving look.
“Did I do something wrong?”, she asked him, recognizing that look from Dean. Castiel half shrugged, making a face that said ‘not necessarily’.

“No. You’re just learning…affection, and you don’t understand ‘boundaries’.”, he held his hands up in air quotes. Dean had taught him what personal space was, and which humans to imitate and which humans not to. This was something Madison didn’t understand, yet. And he didn’t want Sam to be led down a path of possible heartbreak.

“Um. I’m sorry?”, she whispered as a question. Castiel shook his head, never wanting her to apologize for not understanding. He stepped forward and picked up her hand. With his free hand, he handed Sam a piece of paper with an address.

“You can meet us here. I’ll fly her, for your safety.”, Castiel finished, and he and Madison disappeared with a flutter of wings.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, a smile finally meeting his eyes as she spoke. He felt a wave of relief washing over him. His more immature side wanted to cringe at how sappy he was being, and how sappy she was being back. It was something they had avoided and made fun of other people for, when they were younger, and mostly saw each other as friends.

Only he never really saw her as a friend, all the way back on the first night they met. He was smitten. He was already possessive and found himself wondering what her hair smelled like when she slept, or what kind of music she listened to. They hadn’t introduced themselves, other than with looks, and he still couldn’t stop his mind from wondering what her hand felt like, or what sounds she made when she was happy or sad.

As he zoned out and thought about them when they were young, after her mentioning her old self, he went back into cringe sappy mode in his head, outwardly smirking and furrowing his brow.

The way his heart jumped into his throat when she introduced herself, and her name rolled off her tongue.
The way her hand felt so small in his own when they first shook hands.

He remembered her hair, and the way the moon seemed to hit it in a way that made her glitter, and his heart want to die. He couldn’t help kiss her that night. It was the only way to stop a heart attack. It was exciting and new. She was innocent, but strong.

And finally, his mind brushed over them in her room, sneaking around while her parents were asleep, feeling her heart racing in her neck when they kissed, hearing the television blaring downstairs.

Coming out of his memories, and back to reality, he smiled, his eyes a bit teary, “I believe that. And you’re still that girl. You should feel your heart, right now.”

He pulled her up his chest a bit to kiss her nose, “I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to…but that would be stupid. I would just…”
He pecked her lips, “End up.”, another peck, “Back here.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Smirking sadly, Dean swallowed, pursing his lips at her words. He was happy to hear it. But something inside him still believed that they shouldn’t have even been allowed to be near each other, much less convince each other of something as heavy as love. He glanced down at her lips, and then back into her eyes as he admitted his train of thought, “But you shouldn’t. Isn’t that what the problem is?”

He didn’t want to kill the mood, but he also wanted to make sure the at they weren’t pretending everything was perfect too soon. He brushed his thumb down the side of her face, smiling sadly once again. This time would be different. This time, he would keep to himself, shoulder what he needed to shoulder, and let go anything that he would normally explode over.

At least that’s what he told himself, in his mind.

“I never say the words…not because I don’t think it.”, he explained, “But because of what it means, to other people. I love you…more than any person in this world, save Sam. But that means the world ends, when you’re in trouble. When you cry, I feel like my heart is ripping out of my chest and being run over by a train, or something.”

He laughed sadly, peering into her eyes, “And while I want this…I know what this means, for you. It means if something happens to me, you’re alone. It means that every time I mess up, and forget that I’m not supposed to grift anymore, that I don’t have to, we’re going to end up tearing each other apart.”

He spoke honestly, which was rare. But he had to get some of this off his chest, before he exploded. His fleeing brain wanted him to kiss her, and just get back to business. But enough was enough. She needed to hear it from his mouth.

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.