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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked in response to Mika’s excitement when she saw him. He dropped his bag to the ground as she ran to him, quickly wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around as the gravel crunched under his feet, “Yeah. I ran away like the good old days…”

He laughed and brought both his hands up to her face, staring at her and looking over her face for any changes from his time away. He didn’t really see any, other than she seemed happy and relaxed, other than being worried about her car.

“Have you checked the starter?”, he asked, reaching down and wrapping his fingers up in hers as they walked to her car. He was a little surprised that Bobby’s workload had gotten so bad that he would let a perfectly working car go dead in his lot. He didn’t mention it as he pulled his hand away from her briefly, to walk over to the work bench. He opened the top drawer, where Bobby kept the parts for his Chevelle, that he had pieced out from other cars in the lot. Rummaging, he found a Chevy starter, and a pair of pliers.

“Chances are, it’s a starter. I drove it a little rough and rowdy last time we were together, and if you put it up wet…well…”, he muttered as he loosened a few pieces and stripped a wire before diving under the hood of her car. He loosened the old starter and sat it on the top of the motor and then installed the new one with a grunt as he tightened it in.

“There. Let’s see if she fires up…”, he finally said proudly, stepping back from the car and wiping his hands, “Hey…I missed you.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

PRESENT DAY

Dean had reluctantly gone to help his dad with a hunt, considering that no other hunters wanted to touch John with a ten foot pole. They had turned him down almost instantly, and so he turned straight to Dean, who he saw as being lazy, and reckless by staying away. He savored every phone call he got from Mika, the texts, the photos, all of it, and tried his best to get the job overwith as quickly as he could.

However, the job ended up being a long one. It turned into multiple cases, in what Dean didn’t realize was John keeping him busy. As he packed his things in the small hotel room he shared with John, his voice rang out, causing Dean to flinch.

“Going somewhere?”, John asked, tossing the Impala keys on the table beside him. Dean shrugged his shoulders, continuing to roll up his clothes and toss them in his military duffel. John didn’t move from his place at the door, and didn’t say anything, which meant he was going to put up a fight.

“I wanted to go check in on Bobby for a few days. Just a few days…”, Dean muttered, throwing his old flask in his bag and zipping it up.

“And you’re just going to run out on a job? Dean…”

“Look. I’ve done everything you ask. I never tell you no. I never do anything for myself. I’m asking for the weekend, dad. Just the weekend. I’ll call you.”, he explained, throwing the bag over his shoulder and stepping up to the door, which John blocked.
“If I find out…that you’re with that girl, we’re done. Do you hear me? You want to be like your brother, and walk out on this family…fine. But be a man and tell me. Don’t lie.”, John snapped, his teeth gritted as he talked about Sam. Dean narrowed his eyes in a glimmer of anger, which caused John to sigh, “Don’t lie to me.”

“Move. Dad move! I’ll be back.”, Dean almost growled at John, stepping around him with a shove and walking out the door.

—-

A stranger dropped him off, just down the road from Bobby’s junkyard. He didn’t want to go against Bobby’s wishes, and have anyone pull into the drive, in case he was being followed by something he had hunted. As he walked down the long gravel driveway, his heart fluttered a bit. He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was back in his teen years, excited to see the familiar face he had missed.

Stepping around the side of the garage, where he figured he would find Bobby, he saw a familiar set of legs out to the side of the Impala hood and smirked, stopping his stride to simply watch her move. After a few moments of staring, he smirked a bit wider and called out to her, “Need a hand?”

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Dean breathed a sigh of relief, hearing her confirm that none of this was on him. He still felt the guilt. He was with her. Her father hated him. He should have known better than to keep her out so late, even if she was being punished like a normal teenager. If nothing else, he was risking her freedom. He smirked, looking back up at Sarah when she said he basically had her permission to punch her husband in the face, permission he hadn’t asked for.

“Thank you, ma’am…”, he whispered, his throat a bit tight at the second half of permission, the permission to date Mika. It wasn’t something he had really thought about in his mind. Dating was an odd topic for Dean, as he wasn’t really sure he believed in the whole ‘one person for the rest of your life’ concept that his parents had tricked themselves into. But Mika seemed like she could break that mold a bit for him. He didn’t know if he believed they could last forever, but he knew that he wanted to know her for the rest of his life, and that nothing would ever happen to her, while he was around.

He sighed, wiggling out from under Mika’s head, gently laying it on the pillow beside him as he turned to face her when her mother left the room. Staring at her face as she slept, his stomach fluttered. He leaned forward and gently placed a kiss against her lips, placing a hand under his cheek as he stared at her, and eventually drifted off to sleep…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean didn’t have the best grasp on normal adult relationships, considering his parents' situation. His mother was dead, and his dad handled it worse than even Dean could see himself handling the same situation. But his dad wasn’t a saint. He went out, screwed around, and still, Dean never ended up with a female role model at all. Bobby had conversations with him often about how a lot of his issues with showing emotion were from only having a damaged father as someone to look up to, other than himself.

As she explained the complications, his mind wanted to hear them as excuses, causing his eyebrows to stitch together in a bit of rage, worry, and protectiveness. He didn’t accept that someone could hurt the people they loved, no matter the reasoning.

Dean turned his gaze from Sarah to Mika’s face, trying to find in his mind a time that he would ever hurt her. He went over several scenarios that were what he considered the worst, and he realized that she would be his weak spot, if she was ever taken, or it came to him being forced to hurt her.

He turned back to Sarah as she spoke about Mika not wanting him to see her when she was bruised or down. He couldn’t remember a time that he even had a hint that this was going on, other than the one near fight he had been involved in with her father, that Bobby stepped in for. Bobby seemed really protective of Mika that night, and now Dean knew why.

“I um…I hope you understand why I can’t let him hurt her again if I’m around.”, he finally muttered, meeting her eyes with a serious and almost possessive look, “I don’t want to hurt your husband. I trust you, when you say you see good in him. I do. But what happened today is on me. All of it is on me.
I can’t…let her go through this. I’d take a bullet, ma’am.”

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Dean relaxed a bit, settling back down under Mika’s head, half scared he would wake her up with his racing heartbeat alone. He listened to her, hearing something he didn’t know about Mika for the first time, as he spent most of his alone time with her, and they were rarely apart, aside from night time when they spoke over the computer or on the phone, much to Bobby’s disdain.

He looked down a bit, not wanting to make eye contact as she explained that Mika’s dad had done this before. He felt a familiar pang of anger boiling in his stomach as she spoke, wishing that she would let him have a go at her husband, but he knew it would probably only make things worse for Mika, contrary to his instincts. Humans weren’t much of a problem, for him, anymore.

As she stepped across the room, he smiled at her thanks, feeling validated by her appreciation for his small gestures of friendship that she had witnessed. He figured that Mika’s dad had mentioned the kiss, if he had gotten there early enough to witness it. At the least, he probably mentioned that they were closer than normal. He furrowed his brow and tried to muster up the respect that he had for her, but the also the bravery he needed to ask the question that was burning in his mind, “Why do you stay? How could you stay, knowing how he is with her?”

He swallowed heavily, knowing that the question was going to be one that was hard to answer, but it had to be asked. Mika couldn’t just leave. She didn’t have to luxury, like he did, to simply run away. Every cop in the state would be after her.

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Dean smiled in relief, repositioning himself under her as she brushed off his being tongue tied. His smile turned into a small laugh as she reassured him there was action in the movie, to keep his attention.

He couldn’t help notice how much more relaxed she was, now that he was holding her. She had seemed calmer since the moment that he showed up, which made his mind up…he was staying. He would stay around as long as she asked him to, John be damned. He reached up, as she slept, and brushed his fingers across the black eye that they had both nearly forgotten about, in their peaceful time together.

It turned his stomach into knots that someone could do that to a person he found nearly perfect. How could someone hurt her, and bruise her face…specifically her eyes? He furrowed his brow as he thought about it while the credits rolled, a sappy love song he had heard many times over the radio in Bobby’s car playing in the background.

He barely heard the door open, as he stared at the side of her face, but when his eyes peered up at the slight click, he froze, staring at the door as her mother stepped into the room.

“Um…Mrs. Chambers…”, he started, taking a deep breath, but not moving, “I-um…why are you smiling? I can g-go…”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes and smiled, “You’re right…He’s so possessive.”

He laughed, and kissed her back, quickly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him, while pulling the covers up over their heads, still ignoring Sam’s texts, and the call that followed.

Madison

Madison sat on the floor of the safe house, running her finger along a line in the hardwood floor. She hadn’t slept, as she was quickly finding that as human as she felt, she didn’t have the same needs as Sam, or other humans she had watched on the small tv in front of her.

She picked up a piece of cereal out of the bowl in front of her, and popped it into her mouth, taking in every bit of the flavor in the sugary treat. She sighed happily, pulling her legs up to her chest and glancing over at Sam, who seemed agitated and was messing with his phone.

Castiel sat opposite to her, watching her intently, which caused her to raise an eyebrow. She hadn’t noticed him staring, until now.

“What are you thinking about?”, she asked him, and he sighed.

“So, you can’t hear my thoughts.”, he asked back, causing her to shake her head lightly mid chew, “But if I project them, it hurts.”

A nod.

“Okay. Well that’s something. How does eating the enjoyable sugary treat make you feel?”, he asked innocently.

Madison stopped chewing again, and swallowed the cereal in her mouth, while she thought about the answer, and then smiled brightly, “Happy. I like it.”

“Good. Good.”, Castiel smiled in relief, “Then the next time that you’re not with Sam, I would like for you to think about the cereal, and how it made you feel. Breathe and just focus on that. You have to control your powers, or people are going to get hurt. Sam could even get hurt.”

Madison looked down at the bowl sadly, glancing back over at Sam with a nod.

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Dean was thankful to see her smile, but was surprised that she thought he gave good hugs. He hated hugs. Sure, he gave them to Bobby and Sam, every now and then, but for girls it was usually a waste of time. And it made you look soft, to the ones that preferred the more rough around the edges look. Maybe the reason he gave her such good hugs, was because he used the time she was pressed against him to take in the little details about her, things that were intoxicating.

The smell of her hair. The way her hair brushed against his face, as he nuzzled it against her ear. He took in the feeling of her hands against the back of his neck, running down his back, and at times to his hips. He took in the way that her eyes brightened in the sun, when he was holding her, and trying to convince her that the girls at school were idiots, and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Most of those moments ended with her punching him in the chest, but even that…was specifically Mika.

“I’m just good at hugging you…”, he muttered, not realizing how bright his green eyes were in the moonlight. But as she introduced the movie, he smiled, and the smile went all the way to his eyes, causing them to dilate with the pang of love in his gut. He didn’t know what that feeling was. In fact, he barely noticed it at all, but it showed in his eyes.

After he was laying on the bed, he watched her as she stepped over to the TV, his mind not wandering anymore. This was her night, and he was here to cater to her, which made him shiver a bit at how soft it sounded. He left his boots on, trying to keep them reserved for the base of the bed, in case he had to run. For these first few times they would be together, he did this, until he started to learn the schedule of her parents, a bit better.

Raising his hand from his chest, he let her in as she laid down, wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulders and kissing the top of her head.

“This is going to be super sappy, isn’t it?”, he muttered with a smirk, seeing Kevin Costner on the tv. He then shrugged a bit, “I don’t mind sappy. It’s gotten me lai-…um…I mean, I um. That came out wonderfully wrong, and I would never try to…”

He finally broke off his words with a deep sigh, deciding to just shut his mouth and watch the movie as he pulled her closer to him.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smirked, deciding to close his eyes for a few more minutes and enjoy his situation. He snuggled back up to Esme, tangling his legs up with hers as he felt her nose against his jaw, causing his heart to flutter again in familiarity, “Mm. Keep doing that and I might never get out of bed…”

He gave a quiet laugh tilting his head to the side to brush her nose with his, before planting a tiny kiss on her lips. His mind played over them getting back to the room, nearly breaking down the door because he was drunk off his ass and couldn’t find the keyhole. Luckily, Esme had managed to open it for him, before he destroyed the doorframe. And how did he thank her? By helping her out of her pants.

Dean laughed at the thought, leaving his face close to hers as his phone buzzed on the table. He ignored the first text, brushing his fingers down her jaw, “I don’t think Sam’s going to let us be alone much longer. He’s probably pissed, but…if he wants me, he can come to find me.”

He scoffed against her lips with a wide smile.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Bobby

Cason took a deep breath as he saw Esme finally overrun, gritting his teeth and looking down as her arm was snapped. He growled in frustration. It was over. There was no way to survive this, especially with Alastair showing up any second. The demon holding him wrenched his face up to watch as the the demon holding Esme tight to her body. He struggled briefly, the demon knife searing against his skin, causing it to blink and flicker as his eyes turned black. But it was no use trying to get away. He was no good to Esme, dead.

“Esme…look at me. You’re going to be fine. LOOK AT ME!”, he screamed across the room to her as she began to lose control. He knew the look and could already feel the heat radiating off of her as her eyes rolled back in her head, “Esme, listen to me!”

It was too late. A fire washed over the room, taking every demon in the room with it. The demons outside smoked out, waves of screams still echoing after the blast had calmed. Cason hadn’t even realized that Sarah had tackled him almost instantly, protecting him with her body as the demon holding him turned to ash.

When she stepped back from him, whining at the state he was in, his body felt numb. He attempted to push himself off the ground, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Lifting his hand from the floor, he took a look at it and gasped. His skin was flaking from the bone in spots, others were badly burned and charred, causing him to groan loudly as Sarah laid her head at his side.

“Esme…hey, are you okay?”, he groaned out, beginning to shake from what would be temporary but intense pain. He could see her, not far from him, cradling her arm and was helpless to do anything about it. He let out another groan, concentrating his energy to healing his wounds.

He then saw a familiar face looming over his, barely paying attention to the Hellhound he had just nudged with his leg. Bobby Singer leaned down, clearly dazed and in shock at what had just happened. He grabbed Cason by one of his badly burned arms, pulling him up high enough to wrap his arm around his neck as Cason screamed out in pain.

“How you survived that blast, I don’t know…but you’ll heal, right?”, Bobby asked as he helped Cason limp over to the couch. He threw him roughly into the cushions as Cason laughed and groaned, “Think about it. It’s only half your body. That’s half the healin’. Get to it. We’re gonna need ya’.”

Bobby stepped away from the couch, running to Dean’s side to feel for his heartbeat. He shook his head, “No. No no no. Don’t do this to me again, boy. Not again!”

He turned Dean’s head over to look at the wound to the side of his head, pressing his fingers against it to find a deep hole from the neck of the crowbar penetrating his skull. As tears forced their way to his eyes, he bowed his head.

“Dammit…”

Annabeth

As soon as Sam’s eyes reluctantly closed, Annabeth let her hand fall from his face slowly, trailing down his neck and onto his chest, before she stepped away completely. With a flutter of wings, she and the angel were gone, with them went the demons outside, and everything in the house went silent, apart from Cason’s screams.

She landed roughly on her feet, being shoved away from the angel and straight into a set of arms. The man she fell onto laughed brightly as he pulled her away from him, holding her arms roughly and turning her side to side to make sure she was safe. It was then that she recognized him from the junk yard.

“Alastair…”, Annabeth whispered as she looked up at him. He smiled even brighter, brushing her hair away from her face, and let go of her. The angel that had brought her to the warehouse smiled brightly as Alastair stepped over to him.

“I killed a Winchester…”, he quipped, and Alastair’s eyes went huge at the same time Annabeth’s did.

“WHAT?! You told me you were going to fix things! I did what you asked!”, Annabeth suddenly screamed, causing the lights above them to blast out of existence, and every window cracked. Alastair became concerned for his safety as he turned to her and placed a finger over her lips, before turning back to the angel.

“Which…one..?” He asked, hoping for all their sakes that it was Dean.

“Dean…Winchester.”

“NO! NO!”, the windows shattered, as if a bomb went off in the building and every demon guarding the doors began to choke as she held her hands in fists at her sides. Alastair smiled, coughing a bit of smoke, before wiping his mouth and clapping his hands together with a laugh.

Back at the house, Dean lay dead on the floor as Bobby mourned him. Bobby had no idea how to tell Sam. He had no idea what was even happening.

At the warehouse, Annabeth picked up a large shard of glass, holding it to her throat with sobs screaming from her throat, “I will kill myself…right now.”

Alastair sighed sadly, “Don’t do that, my sweet girl. Sam’s still okay! See?! We all win today!”

“He’ll come for me, you know. And now…you’ve killed his brother?! You’re all going to die! FIX HIM NOW! Or you can explain to Sam Winchester why you killed us both…”, Annabeth snapped, slicing her skin a bit to show she was serious.

“Okay! Alright calm down. Calm…down…I know you’re upset. I know you love them. So, I’ll make a compromise…”, Alastair held a hand out to her, reaching into his jacket with the other hand. He pulled out a glass bottle full of what looked like blood, and held it out to her.

“I didn’t say I was negotiating. FIX HIM OR I DO IT!”

“Drink this.”, Alastair said with his eyes fixated on her throat that was now dripping blood onto her white t-shirt, “Drink this, and I’ll send him back, right now…to fix your boy. Kill yourself, and I’ll have him fix you, and this freedom you have now. It goes poof, into the sky…you’ll spend the rest of your days in chains until you’re no longer of use to me. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!”

Alastair’s sudden scream caused Annabeth to flinch heavily as tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on the front of her shirt. She snatched the bottle from his hand, dropping the piece of glass with a sigh. She slowly unscrewed the lid of the bottle, and took a long drink of the thick liquid inside.

“Go. Go to them, but go slow. I want to make sure she swallows the whole thing, before I hold up my end of the bargain…”, Alastair muttered to the angel, sending him off.

“What did you do to get an angel working for you?”, Annabeth asked Alastair as she choked down another gulp of the blood.

“There’s an entire faction of angels, in heaven that believe in Lucifer’s cause. Say you know the guy, and they come running.”, Alastair laughed, signaling for her to finish drinking the bottle of blood.

1 hour later

The angel landed in Bobby’s living room, undetected and unseen, other than a slight wind from his wings. He stepped up to Esme, briefly touching her forehead, her arm suddenly repairing itself. He then stepped carefully over to Dean Winchester’s body, weaving in between his pathetic mourners and laying his finger tips against the man’s temples.
Within a few seconds, Dean gasped loudly, his eyes shooting open.