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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s eyes moved from Mika’s dad’s face to Mika’s face briefly as he held onto the man, his eyes telling her that he was both sorry and worried about her all in one look. When her father responded, Dean flinched at his words, wanting to punch him so bad it hurt, but he knew it would just make things worse for Mika. He reached, chasing her Dad’s freed wrist with his hand, and followed them as he yanked Mika toward the truck.

“Hey! No stop…”, he muttered, still following them. When he realized that her father wasn’t going to take a crack at him, and instead had thrown her into the truck, he ran up to the passenger side window, slapping at the window, “Hey. I’m going to come get you…I’m going to co-.”

His words broke off, as her father’s punch connected with her face, his heart nearly stopping. He couldn’t even form the words to scream, or try to stop them from driving away as the truck engine turned over with a roar and it began backing up to leave. He kept his hands on the window as she looked back up at him, gritting his teeth in rage, “I’m sorry. I’ll be right here. Hey! I’ll come get you. MIKA!”

As the truck peeled away from him, he raised his hands to his hair briefly as he tried to decide what to do with himself, or rather, about the situation. He punched the air, hating the helpless feeling that he was starting to notice as a pattern, and screamed in an echo through the park, “SON OF A BITCH!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s heart fluttered as she spoke to him. It was the most she had admitted so far, and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her again. He mirrored nearly everything she was saying, except that for him, her romanticism of life was what intoxicated him, when he was around her. She saw the world as a rosier place than he ever could, and he couldn’t help want to keep that world view safe, making her stay in her books. As she hugged him, he released her hips, wrapping her up tightly in his arms.

He smiled, “And for me it’s the opposite. You’re the most romantic…”

Dean’s words were cut off by Mika’s father screaming at them. He flinched, releasing her just as reluctantly, and almost pushing her behind him out of instinct. He squeezed her hand tightly, as he realized how bad she was shaking when she touched him. The fear she was feeling caused his eyes to narrow, wondering if her dad would truly lay hands on her, while he was there, which would be a mistake.

Dean was caught off guard as Mika was pulled away from him, and his jacket was flung into his chest. He looked down at the jacket, as her dad screamed at him, his mind moving a million miles a minute. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, telling him that Mika was in for a rough night, physically. The thought caused his hand to come out, grabbing her father’s wrist before he could step too far away.

“Hey!”, he yelled, stepping more in line with the man, “Let go of her. We can talk about this man to man, but don’t…hurt her.”

He breathed heavily, a bit nervous about what her father would do next. He had had the crap knocked out of him by John plenty of times, for not following orders, but he couldn’t ignore the feeling that things were going to go south, real quick.

“I mean it. If you want to throw punches…throw them at me.”, he sneered back at him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason had just finished his last sigil, wrapping his hand tightly in a bandana. He wiped the blood from Bobby’s knife on his jeans, and handed it back to him, handle first.

“There.”, he muttered, pressing his lips together tightly in a sheepish smile, and then walking back over to stand near the window. He was patiently waiting for Esme to think over whatever it was that she needed to, and come back to him. He wanted to work on the whole ‘not keeping her prisoner’ thing, but this was a situation that was a bit out of the norm…honestly.

His ears twitched a bit at the sound of one of his younger hellhounds howling in the distance.

“Singer, do you have what you need to ward off demons?”, he asked Bobby, not looking at him as his breathing quickened. Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean, all the usuals. Why, what’s going on?”

As soon as Bobby got the words out of his mouth, gunshots rang out from the junkyard. Bobby stared at Natalia with big eyes, as Cason sprinted toward the basement stairs, headed for Dean.

“Take this…”, Bobby told Natalia in a bit of a panic, bending down to grab a gallon of holy water off the floor. He stood and handed the gallon to her, “And take the kitchen. They’ve all been salted, but you can’t be too sure. We gotta protect that basement. Be careful, you hear me?”

He then kissed Natalia on the forehead, and shoved her away from him, toward the stairs Cason had just sprinted down.

As Cason practically flew down the stairs of the basement, he smashed into Dean, both of them falling to the ground. Cason began patting Dean’s body down, as he got up first, causing Dean’s face to twist into a ‘wtf’ look, staring down at him as he made it to his hips. Cason finally found what he was searching for, and pulled Ruby’s knife from Dean’s pants, shoving away from him.

“Bring that back! We’re sitting ducks down here without a weapon!”, Dean screamed up the stairs as Cason ran away from him, sprinting toward the front door. His mind was in tunnel vision, as it raced through scenarios for Esme, not the greater good.

As he hit the center of the living room, Esme’s body was flung through the door, causing Cason to slide to a stop and then run to her, dropping the knife beside her head, “Esme! Hey…heyheyhey…I got you…”

As the demon entered the living room, Bobby splashed his face with holy water, smirking as he sizzled, “Everyone be on the ready! We don’t have much way to kill them but don’t forget your Latin!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

There was never a kiss Dean had had, that felt like this. He wasn’t sure what the new feeling was, but he almost felt sick from excitement as she kissed him back. He noticed every touch, from her gripping the back of his shirt, to their chests brushing together, to the cold air biting through the thin flannel covering his arms.

Dean took in how small her face felt in his hands, and it made him press his fingers a little harder into her jawline as they kissed. His thumb brushing across her cheek made his heart flutter even faster. He had touched her face, before, but for some reason, the smooth skin against his hand was electrified. Her lips weren’t covered with layers and layers of fruity chapstick, they just tasted like Mika.

His mind wandered to her heartbeat against his fingertips, speeding up with his and skipping in unison with his own. When she pulled away, he chased the kiss, leaning forward with his mouth hanging open slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He kept his hands resting on her cheeks as the heat of her blush hit his palms, causing him to smile brightly.

“Um…”, he laughed nervously, catching his breath as drew a thumb along her jaw, and then dropped the hand to her hip, to keep himself separated from her, with their bodies. He wanted to show restraint, compared to other girls he would normally be with. Thinking about the idea of making her cry caused his chest to hurt a bit, as he leaned forward to place a kiss on her nose for the first time.

“I’m um…not sure you want to sign up for this.”, he muttered with a sigh, “Dean Winchester isn’t really known for his romance.”

He gave a small laugh, squeezing her hip a bit.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed a bit, nodding his head and shrugging his shoulders at her question of surprise, “I would say so. I haven’t um…had someone kiss me like that in a long time, on their own.”

He thought over their options, knowing that he should be with Sam, at a moment like this. But he also knew that when Castiel wanted to hide from angels, he was surprisingly good at it. With Esme, Dean was an open target for the angels, himself, because while he was hidden from them, she wasn’t. With Sam’s branding on his ribs, and Castiel warding the house, the place would be like a fortress.

Sam also knew that they were going to be out, and how badly Dean needed a break. Hell, they both needed a break, he and his brother. The last year and a half had been non-stop angel crap, and now Lucifer. They would be insane if they weren’t tired and ready to relax.

As he thought over everything, he stared blankly at the bar behind her head, spacing out a bit. But then his eye twitched and he met her eyes again with a warm smile, “Sam’s safe with Cas, right now. I think we can take our time…”

He brought his hand back up to brush her cheek, running his fingers through her hair as he leaned in for another long kiss, slowly leading her backward to rest her back against the nearby wall, behind the billiards tables. As soon as her back made contact, he lowered a hand to press her hips against the wall, nibbling at her lip. They could worry about the end of the world later. Right now, it was time to catch up…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked at her answer, glad that they were on the same page. It actually seemed like they were on the exact same page. That never happened with girls, for him. He tightened his grip on her hand, rubbing his thumb gently against hers as her eyes diverted. There it was, the way she changed directions, and the world shifted. It was something else he watched, commonly about her: what she saw with her eyes.

She looked at grass differently than he had ever noticed another person do. She didn’t ask about the callouses on his hands, or the myriad of scars that he had, although he would be happy to share their origin, it wasn’t a draw for her. She simply wanted to hold his hand. It was innocent, and actually real. He couldn’t help another smile appearing on his face until she caught his eyes with hers again.

His face kept a smirk as it fell, his eyes seeming to glow in the bright moon they were having. He wanted to kiss her, and the only thing holding him back was the fear that she would think he was trying to get into her pants, and that the entire day was just a ploy, because normally…it would be. But with Mika, he literally just wanted to kiss her.

When she was the one to make the first move, it took him by complete surprise. He raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes as he saw her coming, the quick peck hitting his heart like a bolt of electricity. His eyebrows stayed raised as he opened his eyes and looked back down at her, scanning her eyes.

“Um…what was that?”, he asked, trying to feign innocence as he was still afraid to scare her, or move too quickly for her taste. Hell, he didn’t even know what her taste was. But he reminded himself quickly, today…her taste was him. She had made that clear. As his heart sped up once again, he took a risk, pulling his hand from hers and cradling both sides of her face, before kissing her gently. He gasp of excitement he let out as soon as their lips met the second time, betrayed his confident nature almost causing him to pull away.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled at her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his forehead on hers. It was like nothing had changed. He still made her excited, just like the days where her family saw him as dangerous, and as a threat. Her father had even made it clear to him, on one occasion that he was too dangerous to be near his daughter, and that he demanded he stay away.

But something always drew them back to each other. He found her fascinating. She calmed him, when he was irate. In times that he got into fights around her, she was able to calm him by simply holding his hand, or touching his face.

As she tilted her face to rub her nose against his, his eyes fluttered shut, as well, and his heart jumped into his throat, just in time for her to not only make a joke about their kiss earlier in the day, but to kiss him first. His heart sped up more at how forward she was being, his hand coming up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek as he kissed her back, still swaying a bit to the music.

This was not how he had thought his night would go, but he was thankful she showed up. From the happy numbness he felt in this moment, he had definitely missed her being this close. He deepened the kiss, sighing in contentment, and let the kiss linger until the song ended, and the bar went silent briefly.

As another song came onto the jukebox, a bit faster this time, he broke the kiss with a smile, keeping his forehead against hers, “That was unexpected…”

He laughed, his eyes still closed, and then allowed them to slowly open, watching hers.

“I can feel your heart in your neck.”, he muttered with a small laugh, placing a single small kiss on her lips, “And now I’m not sure I want to go find my brother just yet…”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed loudly over the music as she agreed that they were both probably bad dancers, but her being the worst. He shook his head, “No way! Your legs are too nice to not be able to dance!”

As she led him out onto the dance floor, he couldn’t help remember back to the last time he had made her dance like this. They were both drunk off their asses, and if he remembered correctly, he was wearing a cowboy hat and no shirt, while they danced around. The night had ended up with a fight, Dean walking away nursing a bloody nose and Esme doing the nursing for him. It seemed to be a pattern. He laughed the memory off, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

He lifted her off her feet a bit as he spun her around to the music, and then sat her back down, “I think it’s too late for that. I’m here, drinking and offering to dance. The regret ship has sailed.”

He was a little surprised at how loose he felt after only two triple shots. He was laughing. Hell, he was dancing.

He leaned his forehead against hers as they swayed, trying to resist the urge to kiss her again, like they had in the park. Regardless of how they had left things, the gut feelings he had had about her hadn’t really changed all that much. She was so sweet, yet brutal when she needed to be. She made a strong case for being ‘his type’.

He angled his head down a tad, and touched noses with her, “Would you be upset if I kissed you, right now?”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

He narrowed his eyes at her vague answer to his question, but let it go as he continued to stare at her. He understood that she had her own baggage, but at the same time, bad things seemed to follow he and Sam. The damned apocalypse was looming over their heads, while they dealt with one half’s kid. He scoffed at the thought, “Have you met me? You think I’m not used to baggage and broken people? I practically live off it.”

He laughed, making sure that he didn’t ruin the mood as he took a drink from his glass, and looked away from her, to focus on the wall behind the bar. He finished off his drink, and sat it on the bar, without asking for another.

“Do you want to dance?”, he asked her suddenly, the whiskey making him feel a bit spontaneous. He slipped off his stool, offering a hand to her as a slow song began to play on the jukebox, “C’mon. I’ll do my best not to step on your feet.”

He gave a bright and reassuring smile.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

A few hours later

As the sun began to set, Dean had begun to wind down in disappointment that the day would have to end eventually. They had laughed more than he himself had ever laughed. They had shared a milkshake, causing the waitress at the diner to take a photo of them, to ‘show to their kids’. But he still didn’t have the nerve to tell her how he looked at her, or that he had almost thrown up when they first met, because he wanted to kiss her, but couldn’t bring himself to…

She wasn’t just another make out session in the broom closet at school, or under the bleachers. He hadn’t wanted to kiss her, because he was afraid. Yes. He, Dean Winchester, was afraid of a girl. Pathetic.

Now, they were walking along a sidewalk, in the dark. It was something that typically kids their age wouldn’t do, even in a sleepy city like Sioux Falls. But Dean wasn’t a typical kid. As a hunter, he didn’t fear things that went ‘bump’ in the night.

As he held her hand, something normal to them, he stepped into a sandbox with a large multiple story playground in the center. He turned to her, once they were both in the sandbox and smiled, “Have you had a good day? I don’t…um…I don’t know how dates are supposed to work, or how long they are supposed to be, but you seem happy.”

He scanned her eyes, making sure he was right in his assessment, watching how the moon hit them, all the sudden. As usual, he got lost in watching her, taking a deep breath, waiting for an answer.