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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked at the idea of watching a movie that reminded them of being kids. They were a lot more subdued back then, laying around watching chick flicks, dodging her parents, and just being peaceful and happy. There were plenty of good memories of them just having a simple existence, before she found out about what he did. Before the world made them both harder.

“I would love to freshen up with you…”, he muttered, nearly silent taking another bite of his burger. As he chewed, he muttered again, “And I was taking the gun either way. So…”

He could see that she was excited to go out with him, figuring that the worst case scenario would be lead to him getting drunk, and being forced to be both drunk and in control around the billiards tables at the bar. The movie would just be relaxing, and surprisingly vanilla. He felt like he would be out of place in a movie theatre, and pedestrians.

But the thought made him smile as he wiped his hands, finishing his burger. He glanced over at her and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with a smirk, “Do I need to wear something sexy? This is a date. Sexy clothes ends to sexy times at the end of the day…”

He laughed, and stood from the chair, leaning over the table to give her a kiss on the forehead. As he stepped away from the table, he called to her over his shoulder, “I’ll be in the shower.”

He was excited to take her out on their first date in a very long time, and seeing her face light up about it made him smile. He honestly just wanted to take his mind off of how much of a crumbling mess the other parts of his life seemed, at times.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam telling him he was fine, “Well with you, of course it means you’re mad. C’mon Sammy…”

After he gathered Esme’s clothes and rejoined Sam, he heard his question, and shrugged his shoulders, “She seems good, honestly. She just seems like she might stay. I don’t know if you think that’s a good thing, or a bad thing, right now.”

Dean watched her, as she came into the room, just standing back with his arms folded as she searched for her socks. He smirked, knowing they were near the foot of the bed, where she had peeled them off in the middle of the night. He did his best to cover the proud smirk on his face, as he was still hung up on the drunken fun that he could remember…

Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and ran a hand across her shoulder blades, stepping around the room to try and find his shirt. He found his jacket lying behind the chair nearest to the door, and snatched it off the floor, tossing it at Sam playfully.

“Where are my shirts?”, he asked himself out loud, scanning the room. Suddenly, his mind began flashing small images of the night before.

The car pulling up.
Dean waiting in the lobby while Esme did the checking in.
Trying to rob the vending machine.
Kissing Esme, ending up at some point with her holding him against the hood of her car.
His jacket, and both shirts ending up on the hood at some point, until he got cold trying to open the door, and put his jacket over his bare shoulders.
The underwear bet loss…where he lost a game of pool, after having a few drinks, and what did she bet him? If he lost, he had to do a little dance for her…in her panties.

He whipped around at the memories, and squinted at Esme, “I think we um…need to talk about your aggression.”

He spoke the words and his eyebrows raised as he opened the door, and stepped out, snatching his shirts off the hood of her car that was just outside. He came back inside, holding the shirts up in one hand, “On the car? Really? And panties?!”

He barely paid attention to Sam in the room, as he questioned her, and then chuckled, straightening out his t-shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, slipping his arms into it. He gave her another look, and shook his head, laughing as he picked up his flannel and started shoving his arms through it.

“Next time…I’m staying sober…”, he muttered, pointing at her with his knife as he pulled it from under the pillow. He laid the knife on the table, and shoved his feet into his boots.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean took another massive bite of his burger after asking his question, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he savored the greasy goodness of his favorite food. Bobby definitely knew how to speak to his stomach when he was upset. Dean wasn’t a stress eater. He was a stress every-activity-er. When Mika answered his question, he tilted his head to the side, still chewing.

He then swallowed before taking a drink of his beer with a smirking nod, “Meh. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all actually. Find us something…chick flick-y to watch.”

He heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop himself, but then he remembered that Mika loved certain chick flicks. So, his suggestion would probably be welcomed. But did she still like them? He pondered the question in his mind, his eyes nearly on the ceiling, and then took another bite of his burger.

“The movie theatre is dark, though. So, I’m bringing a gun.”, he mumbled with his mouth full, his eyebrows raised and his face completely serious, despite how ridiculous the request was, “And I gotta get dressed. You left me half naked…and now I’m disgusting. How dare you?”

He chuckled, glancing down at the same scratch on his chest, now lightly covered in grease. They had both been so smitten with each other, since he had returned to the house that Mika thankfully hadn’t asked about the scratches, specifically the deeper of them. Truthfully, it was a lot better than when it first happened, and his chest was covered in scratches from the hunt he and his dad had failed at.

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Dean’s face softened even more when Mika told him not to apologize. She always did that. She always put her feelings last, even when he knew that he was in the wrong. Or maybe he did.

His shoulders flexed under her hand as she rubbed his back, closing his eyes briefly, before nodding. He knew Bobby was probably still in his feelings about what had happened earlier, but he honestly hoped he didn’t want to talk about John. At that moment, thinking of John being out on his own with a bunch of strangers, instead of trusting his oldest son was insulting…

He sighed and almost leaned into kiss her, before noticing how clean she was, and how disgusting he was in comparison. He stepped into the kitchen behind her, not saying a word as he walked over to the stainless steel sink and washed his hands, using the black stained towel over the back of the faucet to wipe as much of the grease as he could off his face.

Bobby simply looked at them across the room, and decided against saying anything to Dean, in case he was still angry with him. At this point, he likely was. He took a bite of his food, and continued taking notes for the spell John had called for earlier in the day.

Dean opened his plate and smiled, seeing a burger and fries in the box, “Oh yeah. Hello beautiful…”

He smiled widely, as his grumbling stomach called out for the burger, pulling it up to his mouth and taking a huge bite. He turned his eyes to look at Mika, giving her a sweet smirk from behind his full cheeks as he chewed. He felt bad about the garage, and throwing a fit. He was just incredibly angry, and there were only so many ways to take out that anger without hurting anyone, for him. And there was no one in this house he would dare lay a hand on.

As he swallowed his first bite, he raised his eyebrows and looked over at her, “I know I’m on vacation, but what do you wanna do with the rest of the night. I’m grounded. Dad said so apparently…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

“I was dead. Dead bodies don’t go anywhere. That’s something we’ve had as a hard rule since we were kids…”, he muttered to her when she brought up his death again, “If there’s a dead body and living in danger, go with the living.”

He was concerned. Of course he was. He woke up in better shape than she did, and he had died! He watched her carefully as she took the pills from him and downed them, sighing in relief that she at least agreed to that. He leaned forward at her last words, kissing her on the forehead, his hand resting on the back of her head, “I’ll be alright. But I won’t be alright if anything happens to you. I think you know that…”

He pulled his lips back from her forehead, giving her a small smile to make up for being so short with her. He brushed the hair away from her face a bit, with another sad sigh, “You gotta learn when to leave me alone, you know? Run. Don’t stand there and take a beating. You almost got yourself killed tonight.”

He knew she wouldn’t like the words, but it was the truth in his eyes. He would end up a raging lunatic if she was hurt worse, or dead. The group had better think themselves lucky it was him. He lowered his hand to pick hers up, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles to wave a white flag…

Cason

As Cason watched Dean and Mika, and how they were around each other, he narrowed his eyes, wondering what they had done to stay together so long, as much as they seemed to butt heads. Dean was harsh and abrasive, and he was that way with her…and she stayed. He was almost mesmerized as he listened to their conversation.

Glancing down at Esme, he ran a hand over in front of her mouth to make sure she was still breathing. Happy that she was, and seeing how calm the hellhound under her hand still seemed, he smirked. He leaned over, his face staring down at hers, as he stared at her lips and then back up to her closed eyes, noticing how peaceful she looked.

But they needed to figure out their next move about Alastair, and quick, as their tricks wouldn’t keep him away forever and he had any demon he wanted in his back pocket. He sighed, his lips almost touching hers, and then moved over to her ear, whispering softly, “Rise and shine sweetheart…”

As he spoke, he gently ran a hand down the side of her face, not even paying attention to the fact that he was still healing. While most of the charred skin was healed, his left eye was still very much burned away, and he had horrible scarring for the time being on most of his body.

Annabeth

Annabeth slowed down her run to a slow walk as she heard Sam’s voice calling out to her. She stopped walking altogether and stood with her back to him, blood dripping from her hair and still running into her mouth as she gasped for air.

Turning, she couldn’t believe he was even there. It had to be a trick. It had to be a trick…

“Sam?! Stay back! Please!”, he called out to him. But the longer she watched him, and the wind hit his hair, she noticed he didn’t smell like a demon, which she was very acutely aware of at this point. He smelled like…Sam.

Taking off in a sprint, she closed the distance between them, falling onto her knees in front of him, as she felt safe enough with him to finally break from the trauma of what she had just done.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone…I don’t-…”, Her voice broke as she touched the pavement with her hands, leaning her head down to it near the side of the car, “I killed them all…”

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Bobby stood from the desk with a nod, following Mika enough to grab one of the bags of food. He rummaged in it as she stepped into the garage, a bit worried about Dean’s state of mind after finding out his dad basically dumped him again. He sighed and pulled his plate out, walking back over to his desk and sitting down with a huff.

As Mika stepped out to meet him, Dean didn’t pull himself from the car. He had thrown the Impala keys onto the countertop, and was aggressively tightening a bolt while grunting. He was pissed. He was pissed at his dad for leaving him out of such a big hunt, especially one that he felt he might die. What was his plan, just to leave Dean alone? No plan? No instructions? Just…take care of the car?!

As he heard Mika’s voice, he smirked slightly leaning up from the car, and huffing, his chest covered in grease from the violent work he had been doing on the little Pinto, “I’ll be in, in a second…”

He ducked back down to get to a stopping point, pulling the wrench from the cart near the hood. He began tightening the bolt, grunting here and there, until the wrench came loose from the bolt, causing him to bang his hand against the side of the car painfully.

“DAMMIT!”, he erupted, showing that his mood was incredibly touchy. He stepped back from the car, and threw the wrench, sticking it into the exterior wall of the garage with a bang. He brought his greasy hands up to his face, and growled before flexing his sore hand. It was then that he realized Mika was still standing with him, and his face softened with a sigh. He wiped a bit of sweat from his upper lip with the back of his hand and glanced to her, “I’m sorry…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean leaned against the counter, his palms holding his weight, and turned the sink on angrily and filled a nearby glass with water as Mika stepped into the kitchen. His hand was shaking badly as he filled it up, and he sat it down roughly on the counter to stop anyone from potentially see his shivering. Blinking heavily as a stray tear escaped his eye.

He heard her footsteps, and carefully glanced over at her as she opened the cupboard to fetch the painkillers she needed. He turned his head back to the sink and placed his chin against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s not the girl…it’s what she is. It’s what…Sam…is. If Alastair figures out how to activate whatever it is that makes her tick, he’ll use her and then use her to get Sam…”

He muttered the words quietly, opening his eyes and glancing over at her again. He realized she was having issues with the labels, and let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the glass of water and bringing it to where she was standing. Dean sat the glass of water on the counter in front of her, and snatched the box out of her hands.

“Give that to me. Did anyone check you over? I was dead…they should have…”, he muttered just as angrily, easily finding what she needed and tossing it next to the glass of water. Sitting the box next to everything, he turned back to her, the tear on his face falling from his chin as he put on his business face and turned her face toward the light with both his hands. He moved her face side to side, watching her eyes, “Shockingly, your pupils look pretty good…but you got rocked. Can you take five seconds to think about yourself? Please?”

He turned back to the counter, letting her go and popped the pills out of their packaging, before picking up the water in his other hand and holding them both out to her, “Here…”

Annabeth

Annabeth let out a hard sob as she stepped back into the warehouse to see the demon that had been watching her dead on the floor, his body wrecked from some sort of torture. She let out a shaky breath, and saw the set of feet standing beside him, her eyes closing in regret.

“I thought…I made things clear.”, Alastair groaned, a group of demons stepping up beside him. They all glared at her as he spoke, but were smirking, “And now, unfortunately I’m going to have to kill Sam Winchester…I’m sad about it, honestly!”

“He didn’t have anything to do with this. I just needed to…”

“STOP LYING TO ME! I saw the overgrown piece of flannel pulling away from here in that rust bucket. He was here. He came to your rescue, right?”, Alastair snapped at her, causing her to flinch, “What plan did you hatch with him?”

Anna stood, not saying a word, until Alastair stepped forward and raised his hand with a wide smile, “How does it sound to you? No angels. Just a hoard of demons while the Winchesters are trying to patch themselves up. And I have on good authority from a…source, that their little demon bomb? She’s out cold. Spent.”

As Anna listened to Alastair, she began to shiver, her hands balling into fists, and the lights flickering around them. Cupid flew in, a small gust of wind blowing Anna’s hair as he did so. Alastair looked up toward where he was sitting and smirked.

“An angel?”, he whispered, as music started to play again. This time the music was heavy, and the walls of the building began to shake, “Anna….don’t do anything you’re going to regret…”

The Song

“Ooh…Heavy!”, Anna suddenly smiled, her eyes turning white as the room quivered and the demons began stepping forward. Alastair turned to them, yelling something that Anna couldn’t hear over the music. She slowed her breathing and thought of Sam, visions of them running through a field, holding hands, happy.

“I wanna love everyone. Empty every bullet out of every gun. Please take me back to where we began. Ba ba ba ba….”, she started to sing, causing the demons to stop approaching for a second and stare, confused. The music hit a heavy note again and she rushed forward, squeezing their heads with her powers, each of them popping with a gush of blood, “Get me, get me bloody please get me bloody…”

She shoved one of the demons to the ground, her foot on his chest, “You can get down on your knees if you’re naughty…”, bringing her hand into a claw, his head exploded.

“PLEASE get me bloody!”

She then began dancing in a circle, frolicking as Alastair screamed behind her, realizing he couldn’t blast her with his white light, but the light caused another vision, “Maybe we can save the world. From every evil boy and dangerous girl. Please make me believe in harmony….”

As she touched Sam’s face in the vision, she came out of it and the evil smile reappeared on her face as she threw her hand out in front of her, causing more blood to splash onto her white t-shirt, now completely saturated and dyed red. The song turned heavy, running through the verse again, as the gravel became puddled with blood. It was then that she realized Alastair was on his own.

She stepped up to him, “Please get me bloody!”

His hand broke backward, causing him to scream, at the same time both his legs snapped and he fell to the ground. She smiled brightly and began dancing around the room as the softer part of the song played, Cupid staring on in horror at what he had made her do, by just helping her stand up for herself.

“I wanna love everyone. Empty every bullet out of every gun.”, Sam’s bright eyes shined in the sunlight in her head as she danced, “Maybe you can save the world for every boy and every girl! Take me back. Take me back. Take me back to the place where we began…”

As the song ended, she came out of her trance, her eyes fading back to normal and gasped. Somewhere close to thirty demons were piled in various states of dismemberment around her, a hoard of black smoke frantically making its way out of the warehouse from the dead meatsuits.

“Holy shit…Oh my god…”, she gasped again as two angels appeared in front of her with fear and concern in their eyes, grabbing both of Alastair’s arms and disappearing with him. She turned toward the door, panicking and made a break for Bobby’s house.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Bobby shook his head, “John doesn’t really want Dean to know. He’s going after this on his own. He said if he doesn’t come back, to follow his bread crumbs to get the Impala, and to let Dean down easy. Of course that falls on me…”

He sighed, and started writing a spell down on a piece of paper as the phone rang. The thought of having to pick up Dean’s pieces, again, had Bobby a little on edge, explaining why he was so hard on him earlier. He sat his pencil down harshly and turned around, grabbing the ATF phone, “Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, this is agent Steele…”

Dean grunted loudly as he pulled on a wrench, his foot against the frame of the car and his face scrunched up, “C’mon on, you bastard…”

As the wrench came loose, he stumbled backward into the work bench with a yelp and a groan. As he stood up, he briefly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper sticking out of the locked drawer, where he kept the parts specifically for his dad’s Impala, should they ever need anything. The only two people who had a key to the drawer were Dean and Bobby, so Bobby could throw the odd part into it if he scrapped a car.

He narrowed his eyes, pulling his keys out of his pocket, thankful they were still there after his pants were thrown around the bedroom. He flipped to the key to the drawer and quickly opened it, seeing that the piece of paper was actually an envelope, with his name scrolled across the front.
Pulling the envelope out of the drawer, Dean ripped it open, shaking the contents into his hand. A set of keys, and a note.

He didn’t recognize the keys at first, being two plain GM keys on a keyring that held a silver bullet. He stared at them, before turning his attention to the note.

Dean,
If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead.
I’ll be leaving the Impala at 2228 County Road 128 in Lawrence.
Take care of her for me, and tell Bobby I’m sorry.

I love you, son.
(signature) John Winchester

Looking up from the note with wide eyes, he turned his gaze to the keys and back to the note, as Bobby’s worst fear at the moment came true. He sprinted back to the door of the kitchen, and through the living room, holding the note in his hand as he looked at Bobby.

“Did you know about this?”, he asked, holding the Impala keys up in front of Bobby’s face. Bobby sighed, and nodded, but held his hands up.

“You weren’t supposed to find that. It’s more of a contingency plan, for if you dad doesn’t come back from a hunt.”, Bobby explained, looking Dean in the eyes as he hung up the phone from his call.

“So he’s okay?”, Dean asked, with a partially relieved sigh, when Bobby nodded, “Well what is he doing that he thinks he’s going to suddenly die?!”

“Hunting a demon…well, demons. He has plenty of help and he didn’t want you involved. So, I promised him that if you came back to me, I would keep you.”, Bobby explained causing Dean to hang his head, an angry smile on his face as he turned and stormed back through the kitchen, “Dammit John.”

“Perfect. Just PERFECT!”, Dean yelled as he reached the garage and slammed the back door.

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Dean stepped out into the garage, slipping his feet in his spare boots that he always kept by the door in case of emergencies at Bobby’s. With Bobby being involved with basically every hunter in America, he always stashed random jackets, boots, and weapons around the exterior of the house in case he needed to bail quickly. He didn’t bother tying them as he stepped up to the first car with a ticket under the wiper, and peered around the garage at the other six sitting around in various states of repair.

“A little money, Bobby?”, he scoffed, noting that with all six of them together, they could easily fetch a few thousand dollars, depending on what was wrong with them. He reached into the grill of the Pinto in front of him, popping the hood and propping it before grabbing the ticket from the windshield and stepping away. He walked over to the radio, and flipped it on to the last station he had listened to when he was home, noting that Bobby had been listening to the same music. As Kashmir by Led Zeppelin began playing, he bobbed his head, grabbed a shop towel and turned back to the car.

Bobby smirked as Mika and Dean flirted with each other, secretly finding it amusing that they were so adamant about acting out around him. He sat down behind his desk and propped a book up on a coffee cup that sat on top, flipping it open to the page he had marked. He tilted his head side to side at her question, “Somewhere around a dozen…”

He took the beer from Mika’s hand and took a drink, before placing it on the mason jar lid he used as a coaster on his desk, “Things went south pretty quick when the omens started and the phones have been going crazy. I don’t wanna tell Dean, but his daddy is right in the middle of all of it. Best he doesn’t know, alright?”

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Dean carefully cradled Mika between his legs as they walked down the stairs. When he kissed her neck and she reacted with a pat, he raised his eyebrows and huffed, “I’m in control. Control yourself…”

He chuckled, and stomped onto the living room floor with her still walking between his legs he had spread for stability. He reluctantly let her go, as she stepped away from him and over to Bobby, scratching his abs a bit as he straightened up and stretched.

Bobby gave Dean a slight glare, as his gaze fell on his bare chest, and rolled his eyes, leaning into Mika’s kiss on the cheek, “Good afternoon, lazy bones.”

He gave her a warm smile, showing her that he wasn’t really upset, just aggravated but still loved her. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, rubbing her arm, before pulling away and digging in his pant pocket. He pulled out a crumpled couple of twenties, handing them to her, and then turned to Dean.

“Meeko, you can wait for the food…but you…”, he pointed at Dean, who was absentmindedly rubbing at a scratch on his chest, “Dean!”

Dean snapped out of his trance and looked up at Bobby, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows raised.

“To make up for the show I was forced to view earlier, you’re going to take the garage. You’re faster than me, and if I’m going to feed both you idjits, we’re gonna need some money. Make yourself useful for a change, will ya?”, he commanded Dean. Dean frowned, almost confused, “Now!”

“Oh! You mean like…right now.”

“Yes dumbass, before I send you back to your daddy on principle.”, Bobby finished. Dean flexed his pecs at Mika with a smirk and his tongue between his teeth, which caused Bobby to clench his fists, and Dean’s face to drop before he rolled his eyes and took of through the kitchen to the garage.

“I have to man the phones for a while. We got some activity over in Kansas, and there’s a lot of FBI calls coming in…looks demonic. Just, get the food, get me a beer, and I’ll be in my office.”, Bobby explained to Mika, before patting her arm and stepping over to his ‘office’ which was really just his desk he had planted in the living room.