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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean groaned when Mika slipped out of bed, causing him to reach for her with a pout as he pressed his face into the pillow sleepily. He rolled over onto his back and smirked, “Yeah..I’ll work on spoiling him a bit, maybe pick up some phone calls or a few cars, but he’ll be okay. I think he’s getting used to it.”

He laughed softly, grabbing his jeans that were now draped onto the side of the bed. Without bothering to search for wherever his underwear ended up, he slipped them over his legs while on his back, arching to button and zip them and then swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand up.

He turned his gaze to Mika, as she walked over to the door, smirking at the fact that she wasn’t covered up at all. Luckily, Bobby was long gone down the stairs, or all hell would have broken loose again. He watched how she pulled the fabric down her back, sighing with contentment.

“You’re always worth the scolding…”, he muttered back to her, scratching his head and ruffling his messy hair. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on, and simply stepped away from the bed, over to her. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he shoved her toward the stairs, not letting her go as they walked down to hopefully cheer Bobby up a bit.

“Time’s wasting, you two!”, Bobby called as they stepped, causing Dean to roll his eyes and turn his head to not yell in Mika’s ear.

“We’re coming, Bobby! Chill!”
He leaned back into her ear and chuckled, kissing her exposed neck.

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Dean kissed her forehead, smiling at her words. He could tell she missed him, as she was very snuggly, and needy, which he loved. Keeping his lips against her head, he closed his eyes once again, and drifted off to sleep.

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A heavy knock on the door caused Dean to open his eyes, but not turn to the door as somewhere during their nap, he had ended up hugging Mika, his face buried in her hair. He assumed it was Bobby, coming to tell them some news that could wait. What he didn’t expect was for Bobby to step into the room when they didn’t answer him.

“I ordered lunch and…”, Bobby froze at the door, looking down quickly and taking a deep and frustrated breath as he stomped his foot, “Dammit boy! You’ve been back in this house not six hours and already I have to stare at your bare ass?!”

“You’re the one who walked in the room. What else did you think was taking so long?”, Dean grumbled into Mika’s hair, still not moving. His words caused Bobby to cover his eyes and grab Dean’s jeans off the floor, throwing them, belt and all at his bare back, which caused Dean to flinch and yelp, “Hey! What the hell, Bobby.”

“Get up. Both of you. I need one of you to come downstairs and watch for the food that I was nice enough to order…and pay for. Stuck at the hip as you are, I figure the answer is both of ya.”, Bobby growled, before reaching down carefully and throwing a blanket toward Dean as well, who quickly pulled it over his lower body and turned to face Bobby.

“Alright! Alright. Sorry, Bobby…”

“Yeah, yeah. Get dressed!”, Bobby shouted as he left the room, leaving the door open on his way back down the stairs.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean caught his breath, his arm snaked under her head and his hand resting in her messy hair. His eyes were closed in a mixture of laziness and contentment as he wiggled his fingers against her scalp and scoffed at her words. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, just taking in the way she looked against his chest at that moment. His heartbeat had begun to slow, and her fingertips against his sensitive skin was almost enough to put him to sleep.

He kissed her back just as briefly, his eyes showing the love that he didn’t know how to express, but he did it on accident, at times. He laughed at her words, raising his eyebrows and leaning his head back onto the pillow with his eyes closed, “I mean…I can go right now. Just casually slip out of bed and disappear for a couple of weeks, just to get you all worked up like this again.”

He didn’t remember a time that he had ever been that excited or aggressive with her, or anyone else. So, he couldn’t make fun of her too much. The thought of her hair brushing across his face when they had somehow made it to the floor caused goosebumps to form under her fingertips.

Dean chuckled giving a toothy smile. He lowered his hand that had been in her hair down to her upper back, stroking the skin gently, to illicit goosebumps from her, as well.

“I missed this too much to stay away that long again…”, he whispered, snuggling her a little closer to him.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean was relieved that Esme was smiling, and agreed to get dressed and come with him. He was half afraid she would want to run far away from him, after what had happened between him and Sam in front of her. But she didn’t seem to want to run. He sighed in relief and nodded.

“I think I can make food happen too.”, he whispered, scrunching his face up as he leaned in close to her face. When she kissed him, he almost forgot Sam was back in the room, making a small and content sound as he brought his own hand up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek, before she pulled back from him, causing him to chase the kiss a bit, with his mouth open.

“I guess I can go get them for you…”, he whispered, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows raised, “If I can find them all…”

He stood from her with a laugh and ran his hand down to pinch her chin gently before turning to the door and opening it. He stepped out into the room, looking around for all of her clothes, stopping to glance over at Sam.

“You alright?”, he asked, as he bent and picked up Esme’s underwear and jeans. He stepped over in front of Sam, snatching her bra and shirt from the chair opposite his brother with two fingers. He then snatched her shoes off the floor and turned back toward the bathroom, thankful he was able to find pretty much everything on his own. As he waited for Sam to answer him, he bent and grabbed his own jeans from the floor, stepping behind the partition wall to pull them on over his legs, dropping the sheet nearby, “You’re being quiet. I don’t like when Sam’s quiet…”

He pushed the bathroom door open and threw Esme’s clothes toward her feet before walking back out to join Sam.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

“I get that…”, he muttered as she explained that things hadn’t changed for her, as far as feeling other’s feelings pretty intensely. She had told him she was an empath, but it was something that hadn’t come up again, really. But he should have known that she still dealt with those emotions, because of the way she acted when Madison was lashing out at them, “And I wasn’t planning to fight him. Sammy didn’t want to fight me. He just needed something to punch and..well I was something. I wouldn’t have ever put you in the middle of all that.”

When he finished explaining the situation, he flinched as she blamed herself and cleaned the blood from his nose, which he appreciated, but he shook his head, “No. You didn’t do anything. I’m the one who got wasted and brought you here.”

He gave a little smirk, looking down at her hand, before flinching again when she touched his cheek. His concern turned to relaxation as he leaned into her hand and closed his eyes, a small smile coming up on his face as she kissed his nose.

“I think my nose is broken…”, he muttered as he opened his eyes, staring at her lips briefly. He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, turning the hand that was in hers over and squeezing her hand in his palm gently, “And we should probably get dressed. Sam’s cool, now, I think.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean was relieved to hear that Sam had calmed enough to apologize for the punch, even though he deserved it, if he was honest. It was always an unwritten rule for them to make sure the other knew where they were at all times, because they were a team. They took care of each other and disappearing was usually pretty scary. He had to admit, if Sam had just up and disappeared overnight, with Lucifer looming and now them dealing with a Nephilum and all of her enemies she didn’t ask for, he would have flipped too.

He didn’t like the way Esme responded when he called out to her. Out of instinct, he walked to the bathroom door, gently pushing it open as to not scare her half to death, or accidentally walk in on anything that needed privacy. When he saw her sitting there, he tightened the knot he had on the sheet around his waist, and stepped carefully into the room.

“Hey…you okay?”, he asked gently, reaching a hand out to her as he squatted slowly in front of her. He placed the hand on her knee, rubbing his finger back and forth to try and comfort her, “I’m sorry about that. Things have been a little crazy for us, lately. We’re both on edge, Sam most of all.”

He tried to catch her eyes with his, to hopefully show her that he was calm, and that the situation had passed for the most part. His nose was bleeding a bit, which he barely noticed, although there was a good chance his nose was broken from the punch Sam managed to land. His nose twitched when he realized it still hurt, but he never moved his eyes from hers.

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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?”