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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shook himself from most of him thoughts, and smiled brightly in the dark, grabbing his jeans from the dusty floor of the bus. He didn’t really bother to look for his other clothes, figuring that if he wanted to come get them, he could come back out in the daylight and find them. He was more concerned about dressing decent enough to not cause Bobby alarm.

Laughing at the thought of walking into the house naked, Dean pulled his jeans on and then slipped his feet into his boots, looking around the lot that was now flooded with water in places.

“He’s probably going to figure us out, either way.”, he muttered, scooting closer to her to open the door to the bus. The rain was still lightly falling across the wet gravel and splashed a bit off the door as it hung open, “Or at the very least, someone has already called him about the vampire bodies. So, I fully expect a lecture about cleaning up our messes.”

Dean scooted toward the door, putting his feet down on the gravel heavily, and turning back to her, realizing that he was still pretty drunk. His head was swimming, and the rain was only making it worse as it fell on his bare shoulders. He stood straight and stretched, flexing his chest with a tiny hiss, “I’m still drunk…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean watched carefully as she traced the scars with a gentler touch, and seemed to be mulling over some emotions as she went. Although he repressed a lot of what happened to her, he couldn't help but wonder if she still dealt with it, and just didn't speak about it, which he knew from experience was likely the source of a lot of her anger issues, and withdrawal.

He smirked as she pulled away from the kiss, chasing her lips a bit, and letting both his arms drop in defiance. He wanted to say ‘no’ to going inside, as he knew it would possibly end with Bobby being incredibly pissed if they weren’t careful. He weighed his options visually on his face, before finally settling, “Yeeeeah. I think we should probably try to go and um…get a bath. I just hope I am as sober as I currently feel.”

He laughed, his eyes still swimming a bit if he turned his head too quickly, and pushed her back as he sat up carefully. Sitting up, he groaned a bit at how sore he was and scratched the back of his neck, “I think a few of those hits were spot on.”

He held up a thumb, congratulating the vampires for managing to actually hurt him a bit, chuckling.

“C’mon. Let’s sneak in. It’s gonna be a cold and wet trek, though…”, he quipped at her, still noticing how wet her hair was, “Think he’ll notice?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed, running his eyes all the way from Mika, across the garage, and then with a start, stepped away from her completely, walking across the lot toward where he left Esme. He was almost afraid to confront her again, but Bobby made it clear that he wanted everyone out of the house, other than the Sam and Cason, for a bit.

His heart leapt into his throat as she appeared in his sight, his feet hesitating against the gravel. Seeing her sitting on the hood of her car, her head buried in her journal brought up a lot of memories, once again, and he wasn’t sure why all of this was coming forward, now. Maybe it was because they were finally in a safe place together, or the fact that they had all almost died, and emotions were heightened. Either way, he felt like they were just meeting, again, after all this time, and he couldn’t deny that he still had love for her. He tried to find the words to approach her with as he continued forward, and eventually just settled upon a simple, “Hey…”

“Um…Bobby wants some alone time with the books, and has asked us all to leave. You too.”, he started, before kicking a couple of rocks and placing his hands on his hips to keep from touching her, in hopes of calming himself down. His hand shivered at the effort, “I can come with you to get a hotel, if you need me, or you can…come…to the bar with us? Mika will have Nat to keep her away from you, and I’ll…I’ll be there too. But, what to you say?”

He felt horrible at how the song had gone, and wanted to apologize directly, but he had to keep check of his emotions, or he was afraid a song might strike again. Reaching his hand out, he placed it gently on her knee and breathed a sigh of relief almost instantly, closing his eyes, “I’ll buy you your first drink…”

Cason and Bobby

Bobby stepped back into the house, as soon as he had confirmed with them that he wanted them to leave. He sighed loudly as he approached Cason, who was perched back on the couch, his eye now completely healed, other than some bad scarring around it. Bobby kicked at his feet, as he walked by and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, “Wanna get this party started? Start somewhere with love spells, blood magic, or things to do with wrecking relationships…like an anti-cupid.”

Cason’s head popped up at the term, and he glanced over at Bobby with a smile on his face, “Do you have an angel classification book? Say…1850?”

Bobby poured two glasses of whiskey, and pointed at Cason, “I’m starting to like you, boy. Let me dig…”

Cason smiled as if his father had told him he did a good job with something, taking his glass of whiskey from Bobby’s outstretched arm, as Bobby stepped over toward Natalia, “I don’t know if you heard what I said, out there to your brother, but we have a case right here looming over our heads. I need some time to work with our resident angel expert, in there.”

He gestured toward Cason, who was kicking back his glass of whiskey and fiddling with things on Bobby’s desk carefully, drawing his hand back as a bit of steam hissed from his fingers at the random salt Bobby had spread across everything. Bobby rolled his eyes, “So, use my tab at Rusty’s and you all go out. Get some fresh air. Try to get along, and keep an eye on those three for me until I have an answer?”

He heard her phone buzz and simply nodded to her with a soft fatherly smile. He patted her arm and turned back to go help Cason, and hopefully keep him out of his desk.

Annabeth

Anna pulled her wrist happily from the handcuff, but didn’t complain at having the other locked to the table. It didn’t hurt, if she didn’t fight against it. She fumbled for his hand, not even massaging her cut up wrist. Instead, she chose to just hold him.

When he agreed to help her clean up the demon blood that still covered her body, she nodded and her eyes lit up with hope, leaning her forehead against the top of his hand, pulling it to sit on top of her knee as he texted Nat.

When Nat arrived in the vault, Anna’s face perked up, staring at the hall outside the vault briefly, and then up at Nat, “Thank you…”

As she muttered the words, Nat closed the door,, and Anna’s face came back to look at Sam, happy that he didn’t seem to have been harmed in all the chaos. He was clean, for the most part, and it was the first time she had gotten a good look at him, “Thank you for coming down here, Sam. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with all of this with me. It must be insane to see all of this blood…and…you must think I’m a monster.”

She dropped her eyes back down to their hands, squeezing his, as she wanted to remember what his skin felt like, if anything happened during her detox. She then looked down at her body.

“Not to sound weird, but…I’m probably going to have to get out of these clothes, and I’m locked up. So, I’m going to need help.”, she whispered nervously, not wanting to sound as if she was trying to just take advantage of him.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean hissed a bit as she ran her fingers over the tender skin, as it was still healing under all the scarring. As she leaned down and kissed the scar, he couldn’t help his eyes drifting closed. The memories of the attack fluttered into his mind, and then slipped away as she touched his face. He smiled and nodded, “That we have…”

Thinking about the times together that they had almost died, one way or another was painful to remember, in a way. But he was thankful they were both still fine. Yeah, he had almost died horrifically, and mostly because his dad gave up on him, and it sucked…but now he was with her.

He then thought back to the night of her attack, and how everyone acted around him, when they broke the news of her death. He had stumbled out the door, and dropped to his knees for the first time in his life, screaming at the sky in the rain to the point that his throat bled. No one followed him, but Sam, confused and hurt to see him so torn up. He didn’t even remember how long he stayed in that position, not wanting to be around anyone as he punished himself, and verbally punished the universe for taking the one good. The one constant in his life. It was the single worse feeling he could remember, and coming out of the vision, he stared up at her face, her hand still on his cheek.

“But I’m still here…”, he whispered, reaching up to grab her own face, pulling it down to his in a thankful and passionate kiss.

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…