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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed against her neck, nipping at it a bit when she accused him of checking her out. It was true. He couldn’t believe he was seeing her, and then she was wearing such a simple, but perfect outfit for him to come home to. It was as if she knew he was on his way, with those thighs. He continued his assault on her neck, feeling her heartbeat as he placed his kisses, which just egged him on.

One of his favorite things to do was feel how her heartbeat changed in her hands, her arms, her neck, anywhere when he was near. It was proof to him that he had her wrapped up, mentally. Yes, he was possessive. Sure. But who wouldn’t want the person they loved to get excited at a tiny touch?

Not to mention, when her heart sped up, his did too, causing him to gasp against her skin. He trailed his kisses all the way back up to her lips, smirking against them as she egged him on with her words.

“I was planning on it…”, he laughed against her lips, quickly smashing his own against them, his fingers hooking into the bottom of her vest and whipping it over her head, and then pinning both her arms there with his hands. Things were back to normal, and he couldn’t help the small moan of excitement that left his throat as he kissed her.

Bobby was going to be pissed as hell…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kept his arms wrapped around her, stumbling as they made it to the room. As they stepped inside, his mind wandered to some of the things he had seen while he was away, including a couple of people he and his dad weren’t able to save, which had torn him apart, and ended up pushing him to come back to her for this safety. He was home. She was his home, and he understood what she meant by the phrase at that moment as she whispered that she missed him.

As soon as they were in the room, and the door was closed, he took her cheeks in his hands, kissing her deeply before reaching down and hooking his arms behind her bare thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pressed her back against the door and smiled against the kiss, his mind still trying to push the thoughts of the two kids away.

He pulled back, biting her lip a little more aggressively, “Your skin even feels different…”

He gave a small laugh, running his hand up her side under her vest to hold onto her a little better. Preventing injuries during their time together was preferred, considering the last time they had been together. He almost laughed at his concern, trailing a set of kisses down her chin and onto her throat.

“So, you missed me? Not just my body?”, he asked in a loving and joking voice, “I saw the way you were looking at me out there…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gave Bobby a look, his hands raised to his sides as he shoved them aside, ruining the mood he was creating. All he wanted to do was catch up with Mika, not inconvenience the old man. But then again, this was his house. Scoffing at Bobby mumbling all the way into the living room, he turned back to Mika as she answered, tempted to kiss her exposed neck.

But she turned and drug him toward the stairs, which brought an even bigger smile to his face, following her. As they reached the stairs, he waved at Bobby on his way up with her, “We’re going somewhere else Bobby!”

As he joked, Bobby flipped him off, taking a drink of his coffee and not looking up, which caused Dean to laugh out loud, wrapping his arms around Mika’s waist with a stumble, his lips coming down to kiss the back of her neck. He didn’t even know if he was being sexual, as much as he was just wanting to be close to her, to feel something familiar.

Just hearing her voice was ground breaking to his mind, matching it with her eyes and her movements as she spoke. He took a deep breath as he was close to the back of her neck, smelling her hair, which was always his favorite thing to do, when they were together.

“Good to be home…”, he muttered against her neck, almost caging her in his body as they made it up the stairs.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean kept his hands up, guarding himself from Sam as he watched him process what was going on in the room, and how he was behaving. He sighed in relief when he saw that his brother was calming down. He really didn’t want another fist fight between them. It always ended up with one of them seriously injured, and that someone was usually Dean.

He stepped up to Sam carefully, as he closed his eyes, and clapped a hand on his chest. After not being punched from the first touch, he wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulders, hugging him roughly, “I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t mean to scare you. I should have called. And when we get back, we can switch out watch over the girl if you need some alone time. I get it.”

He pulled back from the hug, reaching a hand up to pat Sam on the side of the face, before curling his hands behind his neck to make him look him in the eyes.

“Sammy. I mean it. I’m sorry…”, he muttered before releasing him, and calling over his shoulder toward the bathroom, “Esme, you alright?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shuddered like a teenager when she arm wrapped around his waist and she willingly kissed him back. It made him want to whisk her off her feet and carry her upstairs, but he was sure Bobby would be nice and pissed about that. So, he simply basked in it. Feeling appreciated was intoxicating for him, as he rarely got it in his life with his dad. His dad rarely even acknowledged his efforts unless he made a mistake, and it was engrained in the back of his mind that most people were like that. Not Mika. She looked at him as if he could do no wrong, until he did…And when he did, boy did he mess up. He shook the negatives from his mind and focused back on the moment he had been yearning for, for the past three weeks.

Dean smiled a bit brighter than he meant to when she said that she hadn’t been with anyone since he had been gone. The same was true for him, but he didn’t need to say it. He could tell that she wasn’t even worried.

Smirking mischievously, he squeezed her jaw a bit between his fingers, pulling her face close enough to his to touch noses, “I mean…I would hate to have to kill someone on my first day back.”

As he whispered the words, his arms covered in visible goosebumps from her fingers on his back, which almost caused him to shudder as he kept his smirk, and took her lip between his teeth.

Bobby stepped through the door of the garage and instantly turned his head from them, holding a hand up to his face to shield his eyes as he walked by, “Could you guys maybe move this somewhere else? Jesus christ…It’s been so damn quiet around here since you been gone, and day one…just move.”

He shoved them lightly, digging in the fridge with his face still covered by a hand. When he finally grabbed a beer, he kicked the fridge shut, grumbling incoherently all the way into the living room, where he sat by the phones and kept muttering to himself.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing as he met Nat’s eyes. They had lost. The girl was gone. Sam had, for some reason, chose himself over her. Dean thought about it, and thought about Alastair, and then realized no…no he didn’t. He took a chance, because Alastair would have slaughtered all of them, if he wanted her bad enough.

He turned his head to the side, cracking his neck that was still incredibly stiff after being dead for a time, and moved himself to try and stand, turning his gaze to Mika. He noticed where her gaze had fallen, and he swallowed, realizing she was still thinking about what had happened at the hotel with Esme.

“Well then, we gotta go get her…”, he grumbled, pushing himself away from Mika and off the ground.

“No hold the hell on…”, Bobby stopped him in his tracks, “You just came back from the dead…again. Can’t you take a damn minute to appreciate that?”

“No. What I can do is go and kill Alastair. The son of a bitch is going to use that poor girl as a weapon. I can’t let him do that, to her or to the universe. What the hell do you think he wants her for?!”, he almost shouted at Bobby, who flinched but stood strong against him as they stood toe to toe.

“And you’re no good to anyone dead. None of you are. We stay here. We regroup. We wait for Sam to get back and we figure this out together. Going in half cocked is what got us in this mess in the first place!”, Bobby shouted back, grabbing Dean’s shirt. He let him go, patting him on the chest, “Give us a chance to just appreciate you being alive, boy…”
“Fine. Start making some calls. First thing in the morning, I’m going to find him. You can either come with, or I’ll take him myself…”, Dean spat, stepping away from all of them to walk into the kitchen. He was practically dying of thirst and starting to shake from anxiety, while talking about the man who had forced his hand in Hell. He didn’t want any of them to see how shook up he was.

Annabeth

Anna fumbled with the phone in her hand, trying to make a decision on what to do. She could still hear the demon singing, oblivious to her being outside. Alastair would be gone potentially all night, as he rounded up more demons for the holding tank. So... She took off in a run, sprinting toward the building she had described to Sam. As she stepped inside, she looked around the building, noticing that it wasn't warded at all, which would leave them sitting ducks, but she had to take her chances. She needed to tell Sam face to face that she likely wouldn't be able to come back to him, despite how desperate he seemed to get her out. Until Alastair could be killed, there was little hope... She sat on the bottom step that led to the rafters of the second warehouse, curling her arms around her stomach and letting out a soft sob at the situation, and the rushing of demon blood through her brain.

Outside, Sam instantly went to his car, knowing that if he drove it would be much quicker than walking it. It also meant that IF he needed any weapons, he would have them. Taking his keys out of his pocket of his jacket, he quietly got inside his car and drove off as quietly as he could before then speeding up to get to the warehouse near the railroad in question. The drive took only around a few minutes for him in total, but knew it'd have taken longer if he were on foot and he couldn't risk taking the longest mode of transport to get to Annabeth. As he got there, he pulled up close by but not so close that any demons watching the area would spot him. Turning the engine and headlights off, he got out of the car zipping his jacket right up from the cool night air and walked to his trunk where he quietly unlocked it and pulled out his flashlight and at least a knife that he could easily stash away securely. Closing the trunk once more, he stealthily headed over to where he needed to meet Annabeth, finding a way in after making sure the coast was clear.

Anna covered her arms as best she could in the cold warehouse as a familiar and safe prescence swept over her body, causing her to look up suddenly as Sam stepped into the large room. She almost yelled to him, but instead stood from the step and sprinted toward him, quickly throwing her arms around his waist. "Oh my god. It's so good to see your face...", she gasped against his chest, taking a deep breath of the safety in his scent as she held onto him.

As Sam got into warehouse and snuck his way through the back way, he just had the feeling that Annabeth was nearby, which got confirmed when he looked ahead of him after checking either side and saw Annabeth running at him and instantly hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms round her, turning his flashlight off so they could be in private and not risk their presence to any demons. "It's good to see you too" he replied, kissing the top of her head out of instinct.

She breathed a few more deep breaths against his chest, before pulling back from him, realizing they were likely on a time schedule. She peered up at him and bit her lip before starting to explain, "The angel brought me to the warehouse...across the lot. Alastair has been making me drink gallons...GALLONS of some kind of blood. It's making me feel horrible. He said he would chain me up and kill all of you, if I tried to get away, and has been t-torturing me...making me kill." She looked down from his eyes, taking a deep breath, "It's why I can't come back with you...but I needed you to know, and hear it from me. I can't let him hurt you.”

As she spoke to him after pulling herself away from him, he listened intently, glancing up toward the warehouse across the lot out of instinct before looking back at her. He went wide eyed then his eyes narrowed in anger as she told him what Alistair was making her do. It was so much like what Ruby was making him do and he never wanted this for her. She was too innocent to be put through this.

He placed his hand on her cheek and rubbed it with his thumb as she told himt hat's why she couldn't come back with him, and as much as he wanted to plead and beg her to go with him, he knew deep down, that Alistair would do as he says, if anything that Dean said earlier on in the day was anything to go by. "O...okay" he stammered his reply, lifting her head from under her chin with his thumb, to make her look at him again, giving her a reassuring small smile. "I know how you feel....believe me. I get what you're going through, but that's between you and me" he then told her. "So get back there so he doesn't know you've gone, but the moment you can, you update me. I will come back for you when it's safe to do so" he said once more, kissing her forehead.

As she took in his expressions, she realized that he knew what was coming before she even explained her plan to him. She almost wanted him to protest, but on the other hand knew that if he did, she would likely stay. She nuzzled into his hand, closing her eyes as she took in the calm that washed over her, and the warmth of his calloused hand.

“I’m so sorry you came all the way here, for this. I wanted to look you in the eyes to tell you.”, she whispered, as his thumb raised her chin and she stared between his eyes, trying to talk herself into running with him. It hurt her stomach like cancer to think about staying, or to think about him driving away, now. His kiss against her forehead caused her eyes to flutter closed again as she sighed, “I’m pretty sure that’s not going to happen any time soon…”

She then stepped back, raising her hand to his and lowering it to his side as she stepped away from him, “Take care of yourself, and if you get a chance, kill him?”

She then turned and wrapped her arms around her body again to shield her bare arms from the cold as she began stomping across the gravel floor of the warehouse, back to her demon Nanny.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stumbled as he stepped into the kitchen, staring Mika down as she reached into the fridge and turned back to him. He snapped to place his hand on the counter and lean innocently, as if he was never looking at her and took the beer from her hand, “Oh. I get paid! Um…you’re welcome.”

He had no idea why he was acting so nervous around her. Part of him felt like was back in high school, not knowing what to do with his hands or even his body when he was close to her. It had only been a few weeks. It wasn’t like she had changed, or that they had broken things off, although they weren’t dating officially, but were they? Nah they weren’t.

Sighing, he opened the beer and took a long and nervous drink, stepping up in front of her. He leaned back a bit to offer his hips to her, as he bumped them into her hips, and took her hand, wrapping her arm around him. He sat his beer down and smiled, “Touch me. I missed you…”

He laughed at how awkward the words sounded coming out of his mouth, and leaned in for the first kiss they had shared in a while, bringing up the thoughts on how they left things. They had left things on good terms, but not official terms. They had never really had that conversation about what they were, or where they wanted things to go. They just left…good.

Because of that, he was careful to kiss her, or touch her, aside from what he thought she would allow, if they weren’t together, for some reason. He narrowed his eyes as he kissed her, bringing his hand up to her cheek, and then pulled her back from him, his hand holding her jaw playfully, “Any boyfriends up there that I need to know about? You never told me anything on the phone about them, but you know…you’re perfect and hot. I was gone, and smelled like sewage half the time. Things happen…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean had been leaning in to kiss her as well, after her comment, missing the feeling of just being near her after their time away. He had gotten used to having her around. So, being with his dad just didn’t feel the same. He went through the motions on the hunts, and felt nothing. His heart wasn’t in it. He took the ‘thank yous’, and the kisses on the cheek from pretty girls that he saved in stride, barely cracking a smile, which caused John to worry for him. He shrugged him off and kept moving, just wanting to get through it all.

Bobby smirked, shrugging his shoulders as Mika shot him a look and he spoke to Dean, feeling the need to bug her, while he was here. They were his kids, and he wanted to be the dad, sometimes. When Mika spoke up about beer, Bobby gave her a look, “Of course there’s beer in the fridge. I went for a run this morning while you were out here doing…whatever you were trying to do…”

He waved toward her car and tried to ignore the looks Dean was giving her. He was getting the feeling that he was going to need plenty of alcohol and ibuprofen during Dean’s little vacation. Catching up and all that.

Dean smirked at Bobby and Mika being the same as always, leaning his head forward to try to kiss her as she brushed by him and nudged his shoulder. He raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side and watching her walk away, his lip between his teeth as he took in every sway of her hips in slow motion.

Like a magnet, he shook himself out of his thoughts and took off after her, causing Bobby to grumble behind him.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean flinched when Sam shoved him back, quickly tying the sheet in a makeshift Toga around his body, as he figured Sam’s aggression was going to become an actual altercation, at this point, “Alright. Sammy calm down…we can talk about why you’re mad, which I don’t understand but…”

As he expected, Sam punched him, causing a loud crack to ring out through the room as his punch connected with Dean’s nose. He stumbled backward, grabbing the table with his hand as he fell, stabilizing himself. This wasn’t a fight he wanted with Sam, and was one of the very things he was trying to avoid. Not to mention, he had a horrible hangover and was naked, of all things. He also didn’t want Esme to have this first impression of his brother, seeing as she hadn’t really met him the day before. Sam wasn’t normally like this, unless he was pissed.

“DAMMIT SAM!”, he cried out, holding his nose with one hand, while pushing himself up from the table with his other. He pushed himself away from the table and groaned shaking the punch from his head. His brother forgot, at times that he was basically a giant, and his punches were like hitting someone with a brick. As he blinked his eyes back open, he muttered, “I have a headache, man…”

Knowing that his words would likely cause Sam to punch him again, he held up both hands, “Stop! Stop it. I’m sorry, okay? I wanted a drink. I wanted a break. I’m tired, man. You can take one too. The angels can wait and Lucifer isn’t going to suddenly become MORE of a threat because we take a night off.”

He then shoved his brother roughly with his palm, realizing that in Sam’s anger, he was immovable. He sighed and raised a hand toward Esme, “We’re fine. Everyone’s okay. I don’t wanna hurt you, man…”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison and Castiel

Madison noticed Sam growing more agitated by the second as he attempted to get ahold of Dean. She could barely concentrate on what Castiel was trying to teach her as she worried for him, flinching at him snapping at Dean’s voicemail and slamming his phone on the table. She looked over to Castiel, who simply gave her a look, as if he had seen this all before.

“Sam? Sam wait!”, she yelled out when he rushed out of the house, running toward the door. Castiel stood and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him, into a hug.

“Let him go…”, he muttered, sighing in his own frustration at how Sam and Dean fought at times. It was frustrating. He carefully pushed her away, and walked her over to the couch in the center of the room, helping her lower herself down, “He’ll be back. Sometimes Dean does…things that…up-upset Sam. When that happens, it’s best to just stay out of their way, until they figure it out.”

Madison sighed but nodded, figuring Castiel knew him better than she. She reached down to the floor and picked up her bowl of cereal, taking a nervous bite, wanting to truly do better to fit in with her new family.

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed in relief as his head hit the pillow and he pulled the blanket up around his chest with a bright smile. He opened his eyes and glanced over to Esme, just as Sam began assaulting the door to their room. Groaning, he raised a hand to rub his forehead, “And that would be my brother…”

He hoisted himself over to the side of the bed, and pulled the sheet with him, pulling it around his body and walking to the door. He didn’t want to answer, almost afraid that Sam was going to punch him for not answering his phone. Either that or he would throw a big temper tantrum in a room where he was the only one clothed. That thought made Dean laugh as he carefully unlocked the locks on the door, and opened it, narrowing his eyes in the sunlight.

“Ugh. Sam. What do you want, man? I just went out for drinks. It’s not like I’m…helpless or something.”, he stammered, shielding his eyes from the sun as he squinted, his head pounding. He saw the look on his brother’s face and rolled his eyes, “You’re mad…”