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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean frowned a bit at the fact that she didn’t react positively to his normal joking. Besides the crying, which he expected, the dream must have been extra bad for her to not respond to his usual bad humor and self sacrifice. He continued to just have a grip on her, wiping the odd blood drip from his nose, until she began to calm a bit.

When she adjusted, he loosened his grip on her a bit to allow movement and listened intently. As she finished explaining what she was experiencing, he sighed, a bit lost at what to do in the moment, “I know. Those things don’t just go away…because we want to bury them. But I’m right here. Alright? It’s bad, but you can handle it…and where I can, I’ll handle it for you.”

He knew his words wouldn’t help things completely, reliving an experience like she had was devastating. It was reliving the pain, and the emotions, exactly the same as they happened over and over again. It was no wonder she had grown colder, since the incident. He sighed again, “I don’t have all the answers. I have pushed everything down so much, that I don’t even know how to have nightmares, or if I’m even having them. But you tell me what you need from me, and I’ll do it. I’ll figure it out…”

He reached a hand down and lifted her face to him by her chin, staring between her eyes, “You know I will. If there was a way to go in there and kill that son of a bitch, I would. I’ve wanted to, since the day it happened…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kept her wrapped up in his arms as his nose began to bleed again, from the reopening of the break wound inside. He didn’t stop cooing at her, though, simply brushing the back of his hand across his upper lip, “C’mon sweetheart.”

When she finally came out of the night terror and looked at him, he brushed her hair back from her face, still holding onto her tightly, and stared between her eyes, until she finally wrapped him up in her arms and he relaxed his hold, holding her tightly, “There she is. You’re fine…shhh…”

He held her a bit tighter, wiping the blood from his nose one more time, and rubbed her shoulder, “Mika. Hey…listen to me. Stop, listen…”

As she apologized, he kissed her forehead and shook her a bit, “Listen to me. Don’t be sorry. You’re fine. I’m fine. Just try to breathe, alright. I’m not going anywhere…and that thing in your dreams? It’s gotta go through me, to get to you. We both know that wouldn’t turn out well for it…”

He tried to joke with her a bit, as he cooed to her, wanting her to come back to earth at her own pace as he held her. He had a feeling he knew exactly what she was dreaming about, and he understood it too well, as he had nightmares for weeks after she was attacked, over what had possibly happened, and what she was going through in the process.

Bobby’s footsteps were heard coming up the stairs and his fist lightly knocked on the bedroom door, “Everything okay? Dean?”

“I’ve got her Bobby. We’re alright…”, Dean muttered back into the darkness. Bobby turned and sighed with relief that Dean was with her this time, at least.

“If she needs her drink, I’ll get it from the cabinet…”, Bobby said gently as he walked back down the stairs.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean was shaken out of his sleep by the back of Mika’s hand to his broken nose. Groaning loudly, he grabbed her wrist, catching it before a second hit to his face, and holding it tightly.

“Mika! Mika stop…hey…”, he cooed to her, wrapping his legs around her to hold her legs down. He pulled her in close, twisting so that he could lean over her, bringing his free hand up to stroke her face.

“Wake up, sweetheart…”, he whispered in her ear, struggling to hold her still as he rubbed her face, “Mika! Hey, look at me. Open your eyes. Please open your eyes…”

He lowered his tone to a whisper, kissing her ear as he tightened his legs around her to keep her from hurting either of them. This was the first time he had really experienced her having a nightmare this bad, but it reminded him of the one time that he witnessed a slightly violent nightmare from her as Kenzi, when they were together.

He had been able to draw her out of it, then, with a rough hold and a bit of cooing. So, he figured it might work this time.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed a bit at her smart ass reply to his proposition, and got into the car. Once he was seated in the passenger seat, he reached over to meet Esme’s warm smile, and kept his own. He reached his hand over, and placed it gently against her thigh, running his thumb back and forth in contentment as they drove out of the parking lot.

“So, you want a breakfast burrito. I don’t remember you ever really eating breakfast…”, he muttered as they pulled into the drive thru of the tiny restaurant they had chosen. He leaned over her a bit when a little old lady came to the window, and smiled brightly, leaning his ear against Esme’s chest as he ordered their food. The woman looked at them as if she had seen the greatest thing, mostly because she had known Dean most of his life, off and on.

Before he straightened back up as they waited for their food to come back to the window, he leaned up and gave a sweet look up at Esme, “She doesn’t think I’m tough, anymore…”

He pouted his bottom lip out at her.

Madison and Castiel

Castiel smirked a bit at Sam’s insistence. He knew that Sam cared for the girl, and if Cas was honest, they had already made some sort of connection, before she was born. She liked listening to his voice, and seemed calmer when he was in the room.

“I just want to make sure you’re prepared for what might happen. And despite her…form…You need to know that she’s still…learning how to exist. I know how quickly you tend to attach yourself to people.”, he explained, now staring up at Sam with intent eyes.

“She trusts you. You can get through to her. You can keep her focused. With your brother in the wind, with Esme, I’m going to need your help, as much as I don’t want to take it.”

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.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

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.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

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.