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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean furrowed his brow at her pulling his head back down. John had always taught him to lean his head back. Better in your stomach than bleeding all night. But he took her advice and kept his head straight, shuddering at the thought of choking on his own blood.

He reached his hand up to hold the towel against his nose as she helped him up, wrapping an arm loosely around her waist, “When you act like that? I call that perfect. Seriously, I’m glad you were with me tonight…My dumbass would probably be dead, if not.”

He smirked and stepped over to the bar with her, leaning his arm on it as he sat down, and took his glass of whiskey. He sighed with an edge of absolute relief as the whiskey touched his tongue, and burned the inside of his beat up cheeks. He didn’t mind the pain, and if anything the whiskey would help him wash the rest of the blood down, and hopefully not make himself sick.

“I’m sorry, Jess…”, he whispered to the bartender, a little sad that she happened to be there, when this happened. She shrugged her shoulders, pouring another shot into his glass, simply cutting her eyes to him. He smiled back warmly, thankful she wasn’t upset with anyone, just scared.

“Bobby Singer owes me.”, she muttered, winking to Dean. He nodded, shooting the second shot, and Jess pulled out a bigger glass, “But you look like you’re having it rough. Both of you do. Any ambulances, emergency numbers, anything like that I need to call?”
Dean shrugged and shook his head, “Nah. Bobby’s sleeping, or rummaging around the house, and he’s pretty much the only one who gives a crap about either of us. We’ll be fine. Right now…I wanna drink. I feel like shit.”

Jess raised her eyebrows as she filled up Mika’s glass again, and simply went back to wiping the bar. Dean could tell that she knew about the hunter life, somehow, and didn’t want to get any more involved than she had to, other than subtly helping them get rid of some vampires, without getting her hands dirty. He was impressed.

He turned to look at Mika, nursing his next glass of whiskey between both his hands, “So, was date night everything you wanted?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared at her for a few seconds, just taking in her face, her eyes, everything. There she was, covered in blood, a hole in her side…smiling. She looked perfect. She was perfect. He sighed as she pecked his lips once again, and closed his eyes at her hand touching his now extremely sensitive nose.

He instantly hissed as she checked it, opening his eyes to watch hers for some sort of warning. But he got none. The second his nose cracked, he let out a yelp, and then a loud and long growl, roughly grabbing her wrist, his knuckles white as he squeezed it.

“Son of a bitch! Ow…dammit, Mika…”, he groaned, still holding her wrist as she caught the blood that was now gushing from his nose. He whimpered slightly and leaned his head back, helping gravity stop the bleeding and then glanced back at her eyes, and released her wrist, as she brought her hand up to his cheek, “Thanks…ugh.”

He looked over at the bartender, who was standing there with her eyes wide, pouring whiskey into a glass with a shaky hand. She slid the whiskey across the bar, where two full glasses sat for he and Mika. The look on her face was both that of terror and that of thanks. He smiled with his eyes at her, nodding his head lightly.

At least it was just a broken nose. Tonight was supposed to be the perfect date night. It was supposed to be a night off, but he dragged Mika back into hunting like water flowing down a hill. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She just carried on like always, causing his heart to warm.

“You’re perfect, you know…”, he muttered behind the towel on his nose, his green eyes lighting up as he glanced back at her.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean placed the ice pack against his jaw until Mika’s hands came up to his face causing him to open his eyes with a flutter and a smirk at her words,” It’s a headache that will be worth it though. We took down a nest together…that’s some pretty good work.”

He chuckled, groaning a bit at the pain in his ribs. He winced at her fingers touching his nose. It was most definitely broken, and full of blood. But it wasn’t the first time he had broken it. If anything, it just made his nose more distinguished. He nodded gently at her offer to fix it, before his eyes snapped open at her calling him a damsel, “Now hold on…I had everything under control back there….they…”

He left the sentence and huffed, but kept a small smile on his face. She was right. He had saved his ass, more than once, something he had to be grateful for. He attempted to follow her hands as she cleaned the blood from his face. Somehow, he had managed to not get enough in his mouth or his eyes to cause a change, although he hadn’t been especially careful. It was almost like face paint at this point.

Dean brought a hand up, wiping a few of the droplets of blood from her face, and laughing, “Hey…it was more fun than burying ourselves in alcohol. I needed that win if I’m honest. Happy date night.”

He laughed, and followed her eyes down to her waist, quickly pushing her hand away from his face in a panic as he noticed the piece of wood at the same time, “Dammit…I thought you came out of this one unscathed.”

He said the words in a frustrated tone, reaching his hand down to circle the shard of wood with his fingers, testing if it was deep enough to bleed from pressure. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be. So, he met her eyes, bringing his other hand down, “Take a deep breath…one, two…”

He yanked the wood from her side, causing a small gush of blood to follow, which he pressed his hand to tightly. He shrugged her completely off of him, sitting back and pulling his over-shirt off quickly, his mind now completely in rescue mode, even though the wound wasn’t as bad as his mind worried it would be. As he pulled his left arm out of his shirt, he winced at the pain in his ribs again, throwing the shirt over her head and around her waist by the sleeves.

He placed both the sleeves in her hands, reaching down his own leg to his boot, where he pulled a bandana he had always kept there, in case he had to patch Sam up when they were out together. Rolling it into a ball a little bigger than the wound, he pressed it with a hiss to the wound, knowing it was going to hurt like a bitch.

“Hey…I can’t let you just save my ass without returning a little of the favor. It’s just a scratch…”, he reassured, mostly to himself as he took the sleeves from her hands and tied them tightly around her waist into a knot. He then leaned in and kissed her lips gently, “It wouldn’t be a date night without a little blood, right?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help but feel that her tears were all too familiar, and even the cause of the tears being himself wasn’t unfamiliar. That was what he was good at, with her, and what he eventually blamed for her leaving the first time. He pressed his lips together in a searing pang of regret and reached a hand up to whisk the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, one by one. He then leaned forward, placing one hand around the back of her neck, and pressed his lips against her forehead with a long and shuddered sigh escaping his nose.

“I couldn’t control anything…”, he muttered against her forehead, before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. He peered between both her eyes, trying to drive home the fact that nothing he did was out of malice, or even…as far as he knew, romance. But the feelings he had during the song hadn’t changed, only his willpower over them had. His eyes sank into a pleading look, as he let his hand drop first from the back of her neck to her collar bone, and then down her arm to pick up her hand again.

“Just don’t go. Wise or not, I don’t want to lose you again…”, he said quietly, squeezing her hands, “I’ll be there every step of the way. We can teach the others to stay out of your way when you have moments…but don’t run away again. It didn’t make your life easier the first time. You just removed me from the equation…I need to um. I need to go and check on m-my car…”

It was an excuse, but it was an excuse he had used with her before, signaling that he needed to think about something he had said. She had worked with him on controlling his anger issues, and his emotions. They had worked that out together, and one of those coping mechanisms was simply having space…

“I’ll see you back inside, alright?”, he whispered, fighting a tear that threatened his right eye. He gave a sad smile, and released her hands, walking across the gravel lot.

As he reached the garage, where he had parked the Impala to keep it out of the weather, he stepped in, running his fingers along the hood. Biting his lip to keep from crying at both his own stupidity and the feelings he had repressed completely for years, he stepped up onto Baby’s bumper, and sat on the hood, cradling his head with his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. He wasn’t even aware that Mika was in the kitchen, or that she or Nat could probably see him.

Cason

Cason had paced around the living room, after the attack. He was both terrified to be a sitting piece of meat for his ex-girlfriend, who was currently screeching in the basement, and aggravated at the situation with Esme. Whatever was going on between her and Dean was not something he was prepared to get in the middle of, for fear of being killed.

He stepped up near Sam, realizing instantly that he should have gone after Esme. His heart sank as he watched the two, but noticed Esme wasn’t exactly submissive to the idea of Dean being so close to her. He had felt the attraction between the two from the moment they had met her, but had brushed it off as the typical ‘Winchester charm’. This…didn’t look like a simple crush. This was history.

Cason didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, as Dean finished the song and he noticed the tension in his shoulders. This was completely involuntary, the singing. None of them were going to have a choice, and it seemed like it could strike even the most reluctant of them.

“C’mon Cason…don’t fuck this up. She needs a distraction, and you’re one hell of a distraction…”, he muttered to himself as Dean kissed Esme’s forehead, before stepping onto the porch and clapping his hands, “Everything okay out here? That looked intense!”

Dean’s shoulders tensed as Cason’s voice rang out in the dark, not turning to him or speaking back. He watched as Dean whispered something and stepped away from Esme, a small sigh of relief leaving his chest. Crisis averted for now…

Annabeth

Annabeth stopped screaming for just a second when she heard the music playing outside, through the devil's trap vent on the ceiling. She listened closely, recognizing Dean’s voice as the music played. She quietly wondered who he was singing to, as she didn’t hear a second voice.

However, another searing pain hit her forehead, and she screamed out once more. Pulling on the handcuffs that had now made deep cuts in her wrists from spinning and pulling her hands in them.

“Sam?! Please!”, she screamed out, hoping to catch his attention and his sympathy at the same time, “LET ME OUT!”

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, wondering if it was one of the many hallucinations she had been subjected to since he left her there. But when she heard his voice, she sighed, her eyes still wide.

“Sam! Sam, please…I didn’t do anything to deserve this…”, she cried out to him, leaning her head against the leg of the table, “I can come out. I’ll stay away from Cason. I promise. Just…I’m seeing things. My brain is torturing me and I’m scared…”

She let out a small sob, staring at the door of the panic room, “I don’t want to die.”

Anna rattled the handcuffs, adjusting herself to sit as close to the door as she could, even though it hurt her wrists. She wanted to touch him, or just be near him, after everything that had happened. She needed to touch his skin, feel his hair against her palm, anything…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean went wide eyed as the vampire grabbed Mika, exactly what he was worried about. He stepped forward in one wide step, ready to grab the vampire and save the day, but he caught Mika’s smirk, and decided to stay back, taking in her body language. When she head butted the vampire and managed to get away from him, Dean smiled brightly, twirling his knife in his hand.

“I would love to…”, he muttered, stepping by Mika as if he was going to kiss her, and raising his knife. He walked up behind the vampire, as he tried to scramble off the ground and gain some leverage. Dean grabbed the man’s hair roughly, dragging him to the bar and forcing him to sit up, “See…we all make mistakes. Some bigger than others. But you…Coming here tonight, damn what a mistake that was? I would say I’m sorry, but you tried to eat my girl…”

Without anymore talking, Dean raised the knife, brutally bringing it down onto the man’s neck with a a grunt, over and over again, blood splattering every which way until finally the vampire’s head fell off, rolling to Dean’s feet.

“Son of a bitch…”, he finally whispered, collapsing onto his knees beside the vampire. He was now exhausted and would eventually be succumbing to multiple injuries, and in a world of pain. As a male bartender came over to them, simply handing Dean a couple of ice packs, Dean breathed deeply. He didn’t even want to check himself over for injuries. He and Mika had made a hell of a team, and that’s all his mind was on…

“I think my nose is broken…”, Dean finally chimed in, running two fingers down the length of his nose with a sigh, “Yeah…pretty sure it’s broken…Mika, you okay? I mean, judging by the way you kicked that thing's ass, I think you're more than okay. But seriously, are you alright?"

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean heard Sam step out as he lowered Esme to her feet. He was feeling a little overwhelmed by how nice he was being. He surprised himself, but she was just different from anyone he had ever met.

Dean couldn’t help himself when she smiled, loving the feeling of the room at that moment. He almost didn’t want to leave. He leaned in and took her bottom lip between his teeth smiling with a snarled nose. He even playfully growled at her, which caused him to internally ask himself what the hell was going on?

When he released it he nodded, “You don’t look very hungover, but I think I could make that work. I know a place. C’mon…”

He pecked her on the lips and pulled away from her completely, taking her hand, “Do you have everything? Need me to grab anything else?”

Madison and Castiel

“Just concentrate…”, Castiel whispered, leaning in close to Madison’s ear from behind. She was staring intently at a quarter that Cas had laid on the table in front of her. She stared at it harder, squinting her eyes a bit, and it slid about an inch across the table, “Good! That was very good.”

“I did it! I moved the money!”, she shouted, turning to Castiel and throwing her arms around his neck. Castiel responded by going still, but slowly brought his arms up around her back, and hugged her tightly, “Esme needs to see this. And Dean! Dean will trust me more.”

“I don’t know about that, just yet. Listen, Madison…”, Castiel explained, pulling back from her, but keeping his hand resting against her jaw, “Dean is good. He feels things on a level that most of us cannot even begin to comprehend. And right now, he’s running off of fear, which is probably his most dangerous emotion. The best way that you can get through to Dean is to give him a reason…to respect you.”

“What does that mean?”, Madison asked him. He shook his head sadly and shrugged his shoulders.

“When I find out, I’ll let you know. For now, let’s work on breathing…”, Cas finished with a sigh. He dropped his hand from her face, patting her arm as their exercises continued, waiting for the others to return.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

The Song

Dean caught her hands and pulled her back to him, completely out of control of his own body and mind, as Cupid emptied it into song. He fought against it inside his brain, not wanting to send mixed messages, even though his heart fluttered at being this close to Esme again. He and Mika were doing too well, for this to happen, though. He scratched and scraped inside his mind to stop singing, and to let her go, before years of work came crashing down around him, with Mika.

Outwardly, he was the person Esme had met years before, broken and a mess, but protective over her emotions. He knew back then how much his emotions, and their intensity affected her, and he did everything in his power to be silly, and laugh with her. They danced together back then, which was something he rarely did with anyone, and it was a welcome change. Her empathy was intoxicating.

He leaned in close to her face as he pulled her to him, “Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does. I know I’ll keep searching after today.”

He sang sweetly to her, half singing about his feelings about coming back from Hell, which was something he still hadn’t really addressed and also how rocky his romantic life had been, but she and Mika were the great loves of his life…

His eyebrows raised, holding her hands up to his chest as he leaned in, “So there it is girl…We’ve got it all, now. And here we are babe. What do you say? We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight babe…why don’t you stay?”

Dean stepped back from her briefly, spinning her with his right hand, before pulling her to his chest, “I know it’s late. I know you’re weary. I know your plans don’t include me. Still here we are. Both of us lonely…both of us lonely. We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t you stay?”

He leaned in, just millimeters from her lips with his own, as the song ended and he snapped out of his trance, staring at her with wide eyes and pulling his face back.

“Um…I’m…I’m so sorry.”, he whispered to her, still holding her hands in panic, “I was just c-coming to tell you to stay. We’ll figure this out together, alright?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped as the vampire above him seemingly exploded. He closed his eyes and mouth tightly, trying to avoid any blood from getting into them, before quickly scrambling to his feet. Wiping a hand down his face, he smeared the blood and looked even more like a maniac as he smiled with his teeth covered in his own blood that was funneling in from his cheek. He spat to the side, and grabbed the knife roughly from the back of the struggling female’s neck, swinging twice to hack her head off her shoulders.

As her body fell to the ground with a ‘thud’, he turned to see Mika being overtaken briefly by two vampires. His instinct kicked in and he started to run to her, before realizing she literally had everything under control. He gave an impressed look, almost just wanting to watch her work, as a larger male picked him up from behind and slammed him on the nearest table.

“Why the face?!”, he yelled out in defiance, as he felt the vampire’s teeth gently pierce the skin on the side of his neck, gearing up to rip the skin and bleed him out. Shifting his weight, he swung the knife over his shoulder and pierced through his eye, pulling the knife out with a splatter, “See? It’s not so fun when it’s you, is it?”

He turned and started hacking violently at the vampire’s neck, eventually taking his head off as he gasped for air, his nose now completely swollen shut. He turned toward Mika, running over to her as she fought the last of the two vampires, or at least the ones that were still there with them.

“This night didn’t turn out the way any of us planned…”, he quipped, a bloody mess in front of all of them.

“You live up to your name, boy…”, one of the vampires muttered, glancing between Dean and Mika and trying to think of a plan, now that the tables were even, “But now you’ve taken care of my family. It’s only fair I take care of yours. And she's got more blood on her hands than you...”

Dean growled as the man stepped forward, reaching out to grab Mika..

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued glaring at the man as he stayed close to Mika, not budging after Dean’s threat. He bowed his head a bit, closing his eyes, and sighed. He hadn’t planned to get into any fights tonight. The bar was supposed to be empty. On a good Tuesday night, this place was actually peaceful. When Mika spoke up and called him her boyfriend, his heart fluttered and his glare reappeared on his face, this time with a smirk, “What she said…”

And then the woman showed up, her voice jarring him from his thoughts a bit as he turned his eyes to her, raising his eyebrows. He then laughed, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you’re her type either. And what is this, a swingers convention?”

He said the words with not an ounce of laughter behind his eyes. The look he was giving them was a dangerous one. Even the bouncer had noticed, and was moving the older gentlemen into the dining room of the theatre next door, to keep them from getting hurt.
He noticed the way the woman was looking at Mika like she was food, giving a disgusted look at how tasteless both of them seemed to be, but also, they seemed a little too eager, compared to most bar patrons.

The man brought a hand forward and tried to pick up Mika’s hand, which caused Dean to lash out. He clapped a hand on the man’s wrist aggressively, peering at him angrily, his chin almost in his chest. The man looked down at Dean’s hand and smiled, taking it as permission to attack, and suddenly punched him in the face with more strength than a normal human.

Dean fell backward at the woman’s feet, bringing a hand up to wipe a bit of blood from his nose. He stood with a smirk, blood covering his teeth as his nose gushed and punched the man back, the man spearing him and slamming his back against the floor once again, now sitting on him.

Dean blocked one punch which his forearm, protecting his face, but then as he started to punch up at him, he noticed the man’s teeth snarling, “A vampire…”

He whispered the word and instantly knew they were screwed. This could be an entire nest, considering how many people were hanging around the bar. He struggled under the man’s weight, as the woman came down to him and smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Mika. Vampires!”, he called out to her as another hard blow was landed against his cheek bone. He groaned, kicking his feet up to try and arch his back against the guy, “They’re vampires…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean had polished his first beer off, staring at Mika’s face as she savored her own. He couldn’t help stare, just at how peaceful she looked, the neon reflecting off her skin and her hair. He kept his hand on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth as he got lost in simply staring, until a figure brushed past her and leaned over the bar.

He came out of his thoughts and focused his eyes on the guy’s face as he peered down at her chest. Dean’s eyes followed his field of vision, his hand gripping her thigh a little harder as he glared, simply wanting the guy to not try anything stupid. The man had been staring at him as if he wanted to fight, the entire time they were sitting, and now he was coming over to do this?

Dean met the guy’s eyes again, as he reached out and tapped Mika’s shoulder, Dean’s glare deepening a bit as the guy spoke. He leaned forward in front of Mika, even though she shrugged the man off, his paranoia and possessiveness taking over, “She’s with me, and I drink alone…”
He gave the man a sheepish smile, with a threat behind his eyes causing the man to smirk and chuckle, “It’s not like we can’t all share. There’s no harm in a little fun, is there?”

Dean couldn’t help his fists balling, as he didn’t move from his position, and shook his head, “No harm at all, but she said move along…So, move along.”

“C’mon princess. There’s no need to be rude, right? Have a drink. I’m sure your friend will be fine.”, the man quipped again, ignoring Dean completely at this point. Dean stood from his barstool, slamming a hand down on the bar in front of her.

“You have two choices here, bud. You can either turn around, and go back to your friends, and you get to go home tonight. Or you can stay, and we’ll figure the rest out from there…but I have a feeling you know what happens next.”, Dean threatened with his jaw clenched. As soon as he stood, the bartender pulled out a shotgun, and laid it on top of the bar, pulling the expensive bottles of alcohol from the bar top in case Dean started yet another of many fights.