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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed at her accepting the challenge of sneaking back into the house without Bobby noticing what they had been up to, or what little blood was still soaked into their hair and clothes.

He ran one of his hands down from the side of her face, down her chest and over her side, covering her wound with his hand, “We’ll have to clean you up in a bit. A warm bath would probably do you some good, before we start to stink…”

He smiled warmly and was about to kiss her when she asked about his injuries. He honestly hadn’t thought about them. He was so focused on her, and the way her body moved, and how well she knew every sensitive area and right things to say, that he forgot he was nursing a broken nose and a pretty gnarly bruise across his cheek bone.

“I’ve had worse. Trust me.”, he glanced toward his chest, and smirked, moving to let her do the same thing she had allowed, when they had first met back up. He picked up her hand, and placed it on his chest, just over the scarring gash that had almost taken him from her, letting her feel it.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed just before he dropped her on her feet, and she made a comment about his ass, “Don’t objectify me”

Dean thought over the idea that the elderly couple could possibly be seeing themselves in Esme and himself, which caused him to make a different face, pondering the idea of being elderly. It wasn’t something he could fathom in his mind, considering how he felt about going out hunting, or doing anything other than lying in some bed, in some picket fence neighborhood. He shook his head but smiled warmly back at her as her hand touched his cheek, causing him to flinch a bit. He scanned between her eyes, and raised an eyebrow, “You like…soft me…”

He started the words, before she kissed him, causing him to take a deep breath through his nose and kiss her back, a smile forming at the word ‘adorable’ humming against his lips. He chased her kiss until she met his lips again, and he was tempted to turn right back around and step back into the room, but he refrained, allowing her to pull away.

As her stomach protested loudly, he glanced down, “Oh…organs are complaining. We gotta get going. It’s a little mom and pop down by Bobby’s roadway. I used to eat there every morning when I was a kid. They have a pretty quick and efficient drive through. So, Sammy will be happy…”
He rolled his eyes, and reached a hand up to run his palm down the side of her face, before giving it a small pat and a happy sigh, “Let’s get going. Sam said Cas has a room…for us…I mean me.”

Madison and Castiel

Castiel simply nodded at Sam, slightly annoyed that Dean didn’t come back with his brother. There wasn’t much of a reason for Dean to have any kind of relationship that was longer term than a night or two. Cas knew that taking a girl out for breakfast meant that she would likely be staying with them. On one hand, he was thankful, because Esme brought Madison calm. On the other hand, she would absolutely be a distraction to Dean.

“Well. Let’s hope this doesn’t set him back with his duties…”, Castiel muttered, looking down at the table where Madison had been moving random objects, and bending things to her will. It was important in teaching her to not lash out.

Madison pulled away from Sam carefully, looking up at him with excited eyes when he asked about showing him what she had learned. She scanned his eyes for a second, “Really?! Okay. Watch this…”

She stepped away from Sam and ran over to the table. She decided to show him the exercise that had scared her the most at first, holding up a large knife. Without warning, she plunged the knife into the back of her opposite hand, a yelp leaving her throat.

Castiel held a hand up to Sam, in case he felt the need to move forward, and shook his head, signaling for him to wait and watch. A soft wind blew around the room, as Madison’s eyes lit up Amber once again, and she huffed. Castiel then stepped forward, pulling the knife from her hand, which normally would have caused her to explode, but she didn’t. Instead, her hand healed quickly, and she held the hand out to Castiel, carefully picking the knife up from his palms, and then causing it to stab into the table loudly.

She turned to Sam and smiled, “It’s a start. I don’t know how it will work if I get attacked, or if you get attacked, but it’s something I’m working on.”

Her eyes were still glowing as she looked toward him, and she lowered her face back to the table, holding a hand out and moving the quarter a few inches, like earlier, “And I can move the money!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows high onto his forehead and smiled, surprised by her abandoned hospital suggestion, “Oh! Yeah…probably some beds and tables left over, and super echo-y.”

“You’re definitely…DEFINITELY alive.”, Dean whispered against her lips as she kissed him, his smile causing dimples, “And tonight was perfect. We should do this more often, maybe minus the rust and the dust. Having crazy wild, loud sex after a hunt is something I can get behind…every time. I’m drunk, but you definitely sobered me up a bit…”

He kissed her once more and then furrowed his brow, remembering that Bobby was awake. He looked up from her, looking out the dingy window and across the lot at the window, next to Bobby’s desk. The light was still on, and he had to assume that Bobby was still sitting at his desk.

“It’s going to be hard to sneak back in…”, he muttered with a scoff, “Whether we’re dressed or not.”

He laughed at the thought, and pushed a piece of wet hair away from her face, taking in how different she looked, soaked to the bone by rain, and filthy. But in a way, it just made her more gorgeous to him. Disgusting leather seats be damned, this was the most comfortable he had been in months. He flexed his chest a bit, judging whether he was getting sore, now that the alcohol had worn off just a bit.

“How is your side?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, his head not swimming quite as badly as when they had first arrived home. It could have possibly been the heavy and extremely cold rain that had sobered him up a bit, but he could actually see pretty straight and he too looked around the bus, realizing that they picked one of the more dilapidated vehicles in the lot to hide out in.

He smirked at her words, “I think this may be one of my favorites…”

As he muttered the words, he chuckled, adjusting himself a bit as he had somehow ended up on his back at some point. There was rarely a moment like this that wasn’t explosive for them, as intensely as they both felt every single emotion in their heads, but he had to admit, alcohol just made things that much better.

He chuckled again as she commented on the state of the place, “What? Why would we pick anything cleaner? I’m thinking next time…haunted house? Hmm…truck stop bathroom?”

He let out a toothy laugh, running his hand up the small of her back, over her scars gently, and ran it through her hair. Rubbing his chin against her forehead, he moved her head to look up at him, and placed a soft kiss against her nose, “Thanks for taking me out…a hunt and wet sex? What more could I have asked for?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Bobby Singer

Bobby stood from his chair after receiving the news of Sam entering the vault, and sighed. The music outside had completely died out, which caused him a bit of relief, but as he looked across the lot, he only saw Cason walking away from Esme.

Cason walked back up to the house, his head hung low in embarrassment, only to find Bobby Singer standing by the doorway. Cason stopped on the porch, and stomped a foot as he stopped, cocking his hips to one side at Bobby’s stance, “What? Are you going to sing to me too, old man?”

Bobby scoffed, and shook his head, “Nah. I just think you’re gonna have to learn when to leave well enough alone…”

“Oh. That…”, Cason started, before Bobby raised a hand at him, stopping his words.

“Music or not, this was going to come to a head eventually. I’ve fought tooth and nail to try and bury it for those two in the garage’s sake…and then by some strange twist of fate, she shows up.”, he gestured toward Esme, and Cason sighed, “What do you know?”

“Not much, honestly. I know that Dean Winchester was watched, for a while…by an elite group. They expected to find Mika with him, and use her against him. But when they showed up, they found a pretty…blonde…”, Cason explained, and Bobby nodded, bowing his head a bit.

“There was a nasty break up, several years back. I’m not gonna tell all my nieces business, but that girl out there on that hood…she was the one who saved Dean, from himself. I’ve never seen the kid so beat down, in my life, than when he CHOSE to walk away from this house…”, Bobby explained again, “I thought the kid was gonna eat a bullet any day, and one day he called me…happy tone, sober, and I had high hopes that even though he wasn’t gonna end up an official part of my family, he would get out.”

As Bobby paused, Cason tilted his head to the side in confusion, slowly realizing that THE Dean Winchester almost quit hunting all together, by his own decision.

“So you get it. You get what the hang up is…why this is happening?”, Bobby asked, empathy in his voice. He felt a bit sorry for all parties, including Cason. Cason nodded, stepping into the house.

“I don’t have to like it…”, Cason whispered, as he passed Bobby, and to his surprise, Bobby gave him a supportive pat on the back as he passed.

Dean Winchester

Dean continued his assault on Mika’s lips, he too terrified to pull away from her. With the way things were going, he either had a lot of explaining to do, or she was going to run from him, which he couldn’t blame her for, after what he did to her, in order for this whole situation to arise with Esme.

He had avoided her like the plague, but checked in on her with Bobby at odd times, just to see how things were going. Hearing that she was still with Ethan after what had happened only caused him to feel validated in leaving, and staying with Esme, possibly with some permanence. A few incidents of recklessness on his part, and he had considered quitting hunter.

Pushing the thoughts aside, he lifted Mika from the ground, pulling her legs around his hips and walking her over to the hood of the Impala, where he laid her down roughly, and trailed kisses down her chin, onto her throat and collar bone.

The sound of a door opening caught his ears, and Bobby clearing his throat caused Dean to break from his assault, lifting his head to look at Bobby.

“Um…I was just coming to check and see if everyone was still alive out here. Obviously, all is good?”, Bobby started. Dean turned back to Mika and simply dropped his forehead to her chest with a sigh, “O-kay then, um…with everything going on, I feel like it might be a good idea for you guys to all spend some time together…out…away…”

Dean sighed and looked back up at Bobby, narrowing his eyes, “I don’t know if that’s…”

“I’m not asking…”, Bobby muttered sternly, waving his hand around for emphasis, “I’m going to work on some things with Cason, see if we can’t figure out what the hell is going on with all the singing. In the meantime…I need some quiet. Too many damn people in this house. Sam can babysit the girl. But the rest of ya….out.”

Dean sighed again, and lifted himself off Mika, tapping her calf to release himself from her legs and placed his hands on his hips, “I figure we could all survive drinks. Where’s…”

He stopped his words, afraid to say her name in front of Mika, but needed to know where Esme was, if she was going with them, “Where’s Esme?”

“Right where you left her. Now, git…go.”

Dean moved his eyes to Mika’s, pleading with her with his gaze.

Annabeth

Anna instantly felt the calm rush over her as the blood in her brain started to quiet, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes at Sam’s touch. She reached one of her shackled hands toward him, causing the chain to cling loudly against the table, stopping her from reaching his hands. She sighed and simply sat them against her knees again as she watched him, and listened to his words.

She knew that the blood was making her violent, and that there was something about it that made her stronger, and made her powers flare in explosive ways. She thought about the idea of her running around and killing demons at random, or possibly killing Cason, after he kept her safe for so long. The thought caused her to grimace and she nodded to Sam.

“I know. I just smell it…I can’t get away from it. It’s still wet on the back of my head, and there’s no escape…”, he whispered, barely lifting her chin from her legs as she spoke to him. She held up her bloodied wrists, still cuffed to the table and closed her eyes before asking, “Can I at least touch you? I would never hurt you…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s skin lit up when her fingers reached his waistband, and he gave a soft shuddered groan against her lips. His fingers finally managed to decide to work, and he pulled roughly at her pants, pulling them down with some effort. He broke the kiss and leaned back from her, letting her legs down long enough to peal her rain soaked pants from her legs clumsily. He reached behind him and worked her boots to the point that he could remove them, before dropping both of them in the floor, and finally managing to get her pants off with a noise of happiness.

Before rejoining her, he reached out of the bus and pulled the door shut as quietly as he could manage. Turning back to her he trailed kisses from her ankle, up her thigh and carefully across her stomach, before lowering himself back down into a deep and aggressive kiss against her lips, biting her bottom lip roughly as he fumbled with the button on his own pants.

After unbuttoning them, his hands trailed up her sides with a sigh, stopping them at her throat, where he pressed his fingers into her jawline. The setting, with the rain and the alcohol, and the adrenaline was intoxicating on its own. It was exciting and erotic. It was what he needed, just carefree time with her, blowing off steam.

Again…Bobby was going to be pissed, if he found them…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean had started to shiver against the kiss, due to the cold rain mixed with night are, his shaky hands pulling at her hair until she pulled away briefly. He couldn’t help the lazy smile that appeared on his face, mirroring her own as he closed his eyes amid the feeling of her fingers against his forehead. He felt the familiar pang in his stomach, which he hadn’t bothered to feed into since he was a teenager, the last time they were in this position.

He leaned up on his knees as she kissed him again, pulling her with him as he released her hair with one hand to fumble at the door handle of bus they were hiding behind, to pull himself off the ground. He pulled at the handle, and in his drunken state gave a loud ‘yes!’ At the handle giving way and opening the door. Pulling her around the door, he carefully lifted her, stumbling on top of her as he tried to sit her gently on the back seat.

“Ow!”, he laughed, pushing her back gently and climbing in on top of her. He ducked and kissed her again, reaching back to peel his wet shirt off his back and over his head. He struggled with another giggle, and sat up, finally managing to pull it off his head, tossing it into the dusty front seat.

He dipped back down, kissing her a little more aggressively, hitching her knee up to his ribs. The rain roared against the metal roof, drowning out any thoughts of how dirty their environment was as his hand wandered toward her waistband.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled at the idea of them sleeping in her car, which they hadn’t had to do in forever. HIs gaze fell into a mesmerized smirk, just taking in the way she looked at him. She always seemed to see him as so much more than he ever could believe he was worth.

He barely felt the rain coming down around them lightly, as he stared at her, the hair across his forehead slowly becoming dampened and falling from it’s normally upright place. Dean slowly lifted his own face to the cold rain, smiling and squeezing his eyes shut, before bringing his face back to hers.

As she continued to give him the look that made his heart flutter, he had an urge to kiss her. The alcohol caused the feeling to scream through his mind, but surprisingly, she beat him to it. Gripping her hair that his hand was still wrapped up in, he pulled her closer and kissed her back deeply, his other hand coming up to hold her face to his.

It was cheesy. It was romantic. It was the exact sort of thing she loved, and it just added to the teenaged feeling of the entire moment. The rain just egged him on, as a small rumble of thunder rolled around them, and the falling rain picked up, falling loudly against the gravel.

His heart fluttered up into his throat as he felt his shirt soaking through, just feeding on the moment of no worry, for once. He was too drunk, and content to care much about the rest of the world.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued laughing loudly, until Mika pulled him from the ground. He helped her, staggering when he stood, but holding onto her tightly. He smiled even brighter when she grabbed his hand and yelled for him to hide. The bus that they ran behind was tall enough to completely hide their bodies as Bobby opened the door and looked around the lot, his shotgun in his hand.

He held her close to his chest and peered over the hood, sighing heavily when Bobby went back inside, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and sitting behind his desk to wait for them.

“He’s gonna kill us…”, he laughed, tangling his hand in her hair as he watched Bobby. He then stumbled back down to the ground, falling onto his ass roughly with a laugh, meeting her eyes, “We might have to hide out here all night.”

The moon showed how bright his eyes were, and how excited but highly intoxicated he was, despite the blood covering his face and fixed broken nose. He felt like a teenager again, and couldn’t help but seeing Mika that way as well. They were sneaking around, finding ways to stay together despite everything that tried to tear them apart.

“I’ll keep you safe…”, he muttered, keeping hold of her as a few raindrops began falling on their faces.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean also took in the fresh air hitting his sticky face as they stepped out the door. Unlike Mika, he was drunk and waved at almost everyone they met on the sidewalk. Most people withdrew away from them as they passed, not wanting to be anywhere near Dean, in fear they would end up with the river of blood he was covered in on their body, or that they would be killed.

He frowned, “Everyone’s so rude, tonight…”

He was almost thankful when they hit the quiet, dark road that led to the junkyard, and everything fell silent around them, other than the crunching of their boots against the gravel. He glanced over at Mika, smiling at how the moon was hitting her skin right now. Oddly enough, she was even more attractive, covered in blood, than without.

He laughed at his thoughts, tripping at one point as some of the later shots began to hit his head. He giggled at the trip, and turned to walk backward, “You’re so beautiful. You look…-hiccup- like a painting. I just wanna get you all wrapped up and…”

He tripped and fell backward just as they got to the gate, his back slamming into the sheet metal with a loud bang. Holding his finger up to his lips, he turned and shushed the metal, reaching out and holding onto Mika’s arms as she approached. He adjusted himself and backed through the fence, wrapping her in his arms tightly, while he hummed in her face. The tune was a Bryan Adams song, from their teen years. He paused the humming and leaned in close to her face, “You’re the only…-hiccup- person I wanna be this way with. You know that? You’re perfect…and smart…and…”

He fell backward again, tripping over a bumper, and fell to the gravel with a loud thud and a groan, before laughing. A light flickered on inside the living room window, as he laughed loudly, reaching for Mika.