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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean chuckled at her quip about him being a child, adjusting himself on the bed to prepare for her laying on his chest. He had always loved being her pillow. As she scooted up to him, and found her place on his shoulder, he instinctively brought his arm around her, and ran his fingers up and down her bicep, lovingly.

“Mmm. I love you too…”, he whispered, leaning his head down just enough to kiss the side of her head. This was peaceful. This was out of his nature, but honestly so very part of his nature, at this point. She was the one that brought him out of himself, and his trauma, even with his steely exterior. Every day that went by, as an adult hunter made him harder, and less concerned with sharing his feelings, or even getting close to people.

Because people die. People leave. He couldn’t help think that way. But the one constant, that he knew would always be sleeping on his shoulder at the end of the day, as long as he would have her, was Mika. He couldn’t help hold her a bit closer as he drifted off to a pleasant sleep, feeling his most relaxed as he felt her breathing against his arm.

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Dean wrapped his towel around his waist and nodded at her suggestion to head to the bedroom. He stepped forward, walking into their small bedroom and quickly sat on the foot of the bed. He was exhausted, but had trouble wanting to sleep, when things were so calm. It seemed so rare that ever had these moments.

As he sat there, he scratched at his chest a bit, his hair messy and all over his head and his eyes sleepy, “I think my alcohol has finally turned into night cap.”

He laid back and scooter himself up onto the pillow, not bothering to get dressed as he laid there, pulling the blankets up around him. Realizing his towel would end up leaving them with a damp bed, he pulled it from under him with some effort and tossed it toward Mika with a small laugh.

Sighing in contentment, he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head, starting to drift off to sleep already. He snapped awake and smiled sweetly down toward the foot of the bed where she was perched, “I’m cold. Come here…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean let the images play over in his head, staring out over the crowd after he opened his eyes. Seeing Esme shoving the door open, flashbacks ran through his mind in vivid color. They were flashbacks of the night she left. In passing, he had mentioned that they should get a place together, a conversation that he had no idea would be so heavy.

Yet. It was heavy. He could still see the letter she left, while he was out picking up supplies. He could still see her spaces in the motel room, where her shoes and belongings had normally been kept, empty. He could still feel the stabbing pain of someone you love…gone.

It was a feeling that he had dealt with when he had done the same exact thing to Mika, only under slightly angrier circumstances. He and Esme hadn’t even had a massive blow up. There hadn’t been betrayal, or perceived betrayal. It was just…a misunderstanding.

Snapping out of his thoughts, just as the door was closing gently behind her, Dean bolted off the stage, running down the small set of steps and through the parting sea of people. He never looked at Nat or Mika as he ran with tunnel vision, straight for the door.

Bursting through it, he looked around the parking lot frantically, determined that regardless of her feelings toward him, and what this force was making him do, he wasn’t letting her leave him, with no closure, again. As he stopped and looked around the lot, his chest rose and fell heavily. Regardless of what would happen between them, or the fact that he absolutely belonged to Mika, at this point in his life, he felt that familiar helplessness boiling up in the tears that burned his tired eyes, and then his eyes fell on her retreating form.

“Esme, wait!”, he called out to her, his pace picking up against the gravel. He closed the distance between them carefully, and reached a hand out to grab her left bicep, spinning her around to him, “Don’t…Don’t leave. I didn’t know that was going to happen. I don’t even know what’s happening to me right now. But you can’t just leave…again. Please.”

As he stood there, holding her arm, he blinked the tears away, realizing that this was deeper than just their relationship. This was, yet again, going to throw a trust wrench in his relationship with Mika. The couple was used to wrenches, at this point in their lives, and could usually brush them off. But this…

This was baggage that he and Mika hadn’t discussed. It was a time of their lives that they rarely wanted to revisit together, because both had made decisions, and had circumstances bring them back together, that were too hard to talk about. But he knew, the communication would need to happen, for the same reason that he and Esme NEEDED to have a conversation about their relationship, and whether they could keep one at all, with each other, at this point.

He reached forward, releasing her arm, and placed a hand gently on her shoulder, turning her to him, “Talk to me…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued to chuckle, trying to calm his laughter so as to not potentially wake Bobby from his much needed beauty rest, especially with a story that was about him. He had known Bobby most of his life, and never had he seen the old man not reserved, and in high spirits, drunk or not. However, lately, he had been a bit down in the dumps. Dean fondly thought about the idea of Bobby just being silly, and relaxing, and telling some corny joke to his niece. Compared to the hell he put himself through now days, it sounded like heaven.

When she pecked him on the lips, he smirked and pecked hers back, staring lazily into her eyes as she spoke, “I guess it’s the fact that you haven’t changed much for me. I still see your eyes in there somewhere. I still see you. You just grew up, and you had some…issues. There’s nothing we can’t fix, unless we don’t want to fix it.”

He leaned in and pecked her lips, letting his kiss linger, and then smoothed her hair out against the side of her head with his fingers.

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Dean was having issues not falling asleep against her shoulder as he planted kisses there, and then forgot about the last kiss and repeated himself. When she chimed in about getting out of the tub, he smiled and nodded.

“Yeah. I could use a pillow…and I need to be tangled.”, he scoffed through his nose against her shoulder, and kissed the back of her neck, before moving her forward and standing with care. He stepped out of the tub, reaching his hand out for her, and grabbed a towel with his other hand.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled softly to Mika, wrapping her arm up in his as they stepped into the bar. It was a lot more crowded than he had originally thought, but everyone seemed spread out, in their own little groups.

“Hey, guys! Dean!”, Jess called out to them the second they came through. Dean’s face lit up into a toothy grin as she threw her arms around his shoulders, “It’s good to see you! Bobby’s already called with his tab open, and it’s karaoke night! So, have fun, and I’ll be here if you need anything. Good to see you, Mika.”

Jess leaned forward and kissed Mika on the cheek, before bouncing away to grab some beers off the counter and deliver them.

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The night went on pretty smoothly. He had managed to get all three of the girls laughing, and talking. They had a fair amount of alcohol in them, and the night just seemed…better.

After a bit, Esme had mentioned wanting some space, and decided to go and play some pool, as the crowd thinned out inside the bar. Dean regularly stared over at her, just to make sure she hadn’t run away from him, while also keeping his conversation light and happy with the other two girls, his hand gently resting on Mika’s thigh under the table.

However, as Jess brought them another round of drinks, she began chirping over a microphone, “So, we have a guy here who is a beast at karaoke! He’s a good friend of mine, and if you guys pressure him enough, maybe he will sing for us?”

Dean shook his head with a laugh, taking his drink from her and blushing as the crowd cheered.

“C’mon. Please?”

“Really?”, Dean asked her, glancing back at Mika. He was half terrified that he would start singing and whatever force had taken him over earlier in the night would rear its head. He wasn’t wrong. His eyes softened as he stared at Mika, and then directly over her head, his eyes still appearing to stare into Mika’s, “Alright fine. One song!”

“YAY! I know just the song…”, Jess said with a boop on Dean’s nose, stepping back over to the computer. She softened her gaze at the screen, as Cupid took over her hands, and played a specific song.

Dean stood from the table, rolling his sleeves up and walked up to the stage carefully, standing in front of the microphone. The music started before he was ready, but as he listened to the intro, his eyes once again fell on Esme’s, but appeared to fall onto Mikas.

The Song

“So young and full of runnin’. Tell me where is that taking me? Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity? Love is really nothing, but a dream that keeps waking me. From all of my trying, we still end up dying. How can it be?”, he sang, his eyes almost melting into Esme’s against his will, but not entirely. They were words he had wanted to tell her since the day she left him, it just took a supernatural force to demand it of him.

“Don’t say a word. Just come over and lie here with me. Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see…”, he sang about his anger issues, begging for her to help him deal with them again, “I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe. There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me…”

He fought a tear as it fell over his nose, and closed his eyes.

“So young and full of running, all the way to the edge of desire. Steady my breathing, silently screaming ‘I have to have you now’. Wired and I’m tired. Think I’ll sleep in my clothes on the floor or maybe this mattress will spin on its axis and find me on yours…”, he opened his eyes and stared back over at Esme, prepared to run off the stage at any second.

“Don’t say a word. Just come over and lie here with me. Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see. I want you so bad, I’ll go back on the things I believe…there I just said it. I’m scared you’ll forget about me…”

Dean had to break off, staring out at Esme with tears in his eyes. As if Cupid was having mercy on him, the music slowed to a stop and the lights went back to normal, before the people around them in the bar slowly began to clap. Wiping his face, he took a deep breath…

Annabeth

Anna sat down in the chair in front of Sam, her entire body shaking and jerking against the touches to her hair. She let her eyes flutter shut as he ran the cloth against her scalp, thankful to be getting rid of all the blood she had unfortunately been covered in.

She shook her head, however, “Sam. At this point, I’m here to stay, unless I die in here. You’ll do right by me, by just…being.”

She teared up a bit as she saw a few of the droplets of red water flow down her arms from her hair, “I’m sorry I came back like this. I shouldn’t have gone with them, but we didn’t have a choice, and I…I didn’t want to leave you alone, thinking that you had done anything wrong. You’ve done nothing, but try and help me. For whatever reason, the universe is just convinced it’s going to kill me.”

She gave a sad scoff, and looked down at her hands in her lap.

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Dean paused his washing of her back and looked down at the back of her head a bit confused by the term ‘onion’ at first and then broke out into laughter, trying not to be too loud, as she told the full story. He leaned his forehead against her shoulder as he stifled his laughter, “Of course he was drunk…”

He kept his head there for a few moments, taking in the fact that Bobby could likely see they were both sane and at least somewhat happy with each other, for now. After witnessing one of the most volatile of their fights, he was probably just relieved that not only was Mika happy, but they weren’t coming to nearly blows in his living room.

Dean narrowed his eyes and leaned his head up staying relatively close to her face as he did, “How the hell am I going to judge you? Have you met me? I love the little things…It just makes me appreciate how not complicated you really are, sometimes.”

He smiled and leaned forward a bit to turn her face to him, raising his eyebrows in a way to say ‘seriously’ with a smile.

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Dean adjusted himself a bit as she moved her leg to a more comfortable position. He smiled softly at the fact that she still liked romantic movies. It was one of the most random endearing things about her, to him. She was so tough, and could be mean, but then would cry into a bowl of ice cream at the drop of a hat if the right movie was put on.

He watched her wash the parts of her body that she could reach on her own. When she was finished, he reached forward, leaning his back off the edge of the tub and took the cloth from her hand. Pushing her hair to the side gently, he wiped the cloth down her back, carefully. As he did so, he leaned forward and gently kissed the scars that she had hidden beneath her tattoo, “I love that you love simple things. It just makes you more perfect, every time I think about it.”

He laughed against her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there and then leaned his chin against the side of her neck, “And Bobby didn’t even get that mad at us…”

He trailed off in a laugh, kissing behind her ear as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the calm.

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Dean leaned back against the tub, leaning his head back and relaxing a bit more. He smiled, narrowing his eyes at her, “Well, if you weren’t so ready to jump me…”

He laughed, watching her intently as she stepped into the bath tub in front of him. Regardless of the exhaustion, it was still a welcome sight. He wrapped his arms around her, bringing his left hand up to wipe some of the grime from her face, neck and collar bone. Just the feeling of her head rolled against his neck was enough to bring absolute comfort.

“You’re always safe here, and I hope you know that…”, he whispered, kissing her temple gently, “I’m just sorry you got hurt, tonight…even if it was just a stick. But that doesn’t really matter…”

He trailed off, not wanting to discuss what went wrong with the night, but rather bask in the fact that she was here. She was close. She was his. It was corny, but with Mika, corny was encouraged.

“This feels like a romantic movie. You and your love stories…”, he muttered against her face, before kissing her temple a few quick times.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean stepped around to the passenger side of Esme’s car as she spoke up about having a question for him. He thought it over, and placed his arms on the roof of the car, fidgeting with his fingers a bit as he watched her face. Castiel most likely hadn’t planned for them to meet up, and therefore wouldn’t have made her a room, most likely.

He tilted his head to the side, and then to the other side, before smirking, “You could always just bunk with me. I mean…I barely snore, even with a broken nose. I don’t take up a lot of space. I’m too paranoid about being killed in my sleep to hog the covers, and there’s the odd chance you could get a little something? Eh? Think about it.”

Dean raised his eyebrows in a convincing way, not able to take any of it seriously. Thanks to what they were assuming was Castiel not knowing about Esme’s arrival, he was getting more time with her, than he had anticipated. There was always a plus to that!

Madison and Castiel

Madison gave a very small sigh. She was tired from all the exercises, one after another, “I definitely need to work on not being so tired. Is it alright if I lie down while we wait for Dean and Esme?”

She pulled away from Sam after a tight hug to his waist, and walked into the small bedroom nearby.

Castiel nodded, watching Sam’s touch, and the way he spoke to Madison. He raised an eyebrow at how close they already were, and silently wished he had been there for the birth and everything that had happened. He had promised to take care of her, and yet, he had laid that all on the brothers’ shoulders.

Sighing, he stepped forward to Sam, as Madison gave him a tight hug around his hips, and pulled away from him, reluctantly.

“Sam, I can handle this on my own, for the most part.”, Cas muttered to the much taller Winchester, “When she was born, I made it my mission to keep her alive, and look for her higher purpose with her. Her mother, as well as I, thought she was going to be a good force, but a force to be recognized nonetheless. She’s powerful, more powerful than anything you’ve ever faced…and you need her…”

He clammed up after that, simply turning his head back toward the table and sitting, silently offering Sam a seat.

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Dean raised his eyebrows at her use of bubble bath, but also blinked a bit in excitement before turning to the mirror. He ran a hand across his chest in the mirror, and pulled it back with a grimace, wiping the dust on his pants, which caused him to have more dust on his hand.

He thought back to earlier in the night, desperately trying to push back the curtains of alcohol to remember specific details of what had happened in the bus, but it all came back in flashes. They were flashes that made Dean blush, and he almost wanted to try again when he was sober.

“Um…I would say we’re a bit more than disgusting. How did I get so dirty?!”, he called out to her, shuddering at the unknown origin of the dust. He unbuttoned his already beltless jeans and pushed them down his legs, wanting as far away from his dirty clothes as possible, as if they were dirtier than anything else.

“And you’re treating me to a fancy bubble bath to round out date night? You spoil me, Miss Chambers…”, he chuckled, turning and walking over to the bath. As he usually did with baths, he stepped into the tub, brushing by her a bit and sat down in the shallow water as it filled up around him. He place a hand on her thigh and smirked up at her, “I’m glad you had a good night. I may still be a little drunk, but even I can tell you seem relaxed…and it’s infectious.”