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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean released her carefully, sitting up himself and pulling the duvet back to sit on the side of the bed, as she went to grab him a pair of boxers. He stretched his sore shoulders, realizing the impact from earlier in the night had seriously left him a bit pained. He cracked his neck, and then took the boxers from her hand.

“Well, we’re going to see what we can do to calm those down…”, he said softly, pulling the boxers over his legs, before standing and pulling them up around his waist, “And until then, I don’t think I’ll be sleeping naked…just in case.”

He gave a small laugh, and leaned in as she approached his side of the bed, kissing her lips sweetly, his hands flattening her hair down from all of the chaos. Dean leaned down briefly, placing an arm around her back, before sliding his other behind her knees and lifting her into his arms.

“Because you’re groggy…let me.”, he muttered against her cheek, before kissing her temple and carefully opening the door. He stepped onto the steps, hearing Bobby rummaging around in the kitchen as they descended.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued running his fingers up and down her back gently, humming in his mind to the sound of her heart beat slowing as she calmed in his arms. He was glad that she had finally come clean and answered what seemed like thousands of questions he had racing through his mind, since the attack.

He nodded gently when she agreed to the drink, giving her a small smile and patting her shoulder lightly, “Grab me a pair of boxers and we will go down and grab a drink. I could use a refresher…”

Dean chuckled, and shrugged her comment about his nose off. By this point, the blood had dried around his nostrils. So his nose wasn’t exactly injured horrifically again, “I think my nose is still in place, you just knocked the dam a little loose and made it bleed. Trust me, not my first or worst bloody nose. I was more afraid you were going to hurt…”

He gestured down toward his lap and smirked, “Cmon. Let’s go get a drink…then we will crash again.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean thought about his dad for a second, thinking back to how convinced John was that Mika was dead. It was the whole reason that Dean had believed it so intently himself. Sam’s reaction hadn’t helped, as the poor kid was completely convinced, himself, and took it rough. Dean couldn’t be there for him, as he processed his own emotions, both with alcohol and violence.

Hearing the full story was honestly a relief. At least he hadn’t been completely crazy all the time that he was searching for her, feeling in his heart that she wasn’t dead, and that she was roaming around somewhere in the world, avoiding him. What he hadn’t known, and it took him a long time to figure out, was that she was with him practically the whole time. Her appearance had just changed so much. He always had a familiar pang with Kenzi, like he knew her, and like she was someone he should have seen right through.

And eventually he did. But it was only now that he truly let himself sink into the idea that he never really lost Mika, despite the lies.

“I wouldn’t be taking your place…trust me, darlin’.”, he whispered, his midwest drawl coming out a bit in his sleepiness, and determination. He smiled softly, rubbing his fingers across the scars on her back once more, “And as far as what saved you…you haven’t had me trying to find out what it is, next to you. I can be very stubborn.”

He smirked, brushing a thumb across her cheek gently as he started to realize she wasn’t shaking as bad. He let the tension out of his shoulders slowly, “Now…would you like a drink before sleeping again? Or do you just want to sleep?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean listened to her story, remembering the bits and pieces she had already told him over time. He stayed silent and still, his fingers running across her back every once in a while, absentmindedly. It killed him, every second, that he hadn’t been there to pick her up, to save her…

As she finished with the three days she was out, which was also during the time that everyone around him was breaking the news to him, slowly but surely that she was dead, his heart almost seemed to deflate as he looked away from her, staring at the wall on the other side of the room. Dean still held onto a lot of anger, in regards to the lies, and the hiding.

But he wasn’t angry at her. He had never really been angry at her. He knew, inside his heart that the deception, on her end, had been her way of dealing with the way things were happening, but also a way to possibly let him down easy, while being near him.

Dean finally sighed, pulling her in to a tighter hug, and simply whispering, “I should have been there. Any other time, I would have been there. After finding out that you survived, I’ve had trouble looking my dad in the eyes, for a reason. His not understanding what we have, even now, is mind-blowing to me.”

He stopped, and gently kissed her nose, “It doesn’t change the past, but I can’t change what happened. But maybe it will help the dreams, just a bit if you can tell yourself…that…that you’ll never be alone again, like you were that night. You’ll never be too far from someone that can help you get away, and save those around you, even if it means taking your place…”

Dean was trying not to be too dark, but he needed her to know that he would have taken the monster that killed her parents, and nearly killed her, single handedly if it had been needed. He knew that there was a chance he wouldn’t come out alive, but nothing…would ever hurt her like that again, as long as he was with her.

“And we will work out what saved you. If you’re forced to have these dreams, and I can’t stop them for you…we can use them, maybe.”

Out of my comfort zone - 18+ Mature (F for M) - Fandom

Sooooooooooooo...

As awkward as this is (because I'm so active around here), I am interested in stepping out of my comfort zone to possibly do a grittier (like...too gritty or almost too gritty for the forum) or sexier fandom RP. I typically don't, but I'm trying to further my writing skills, and I think it's time to delve into the more mature side of writing.

I'm looking for a male partner (or a female who is good at playing male characters).

And I'm looking for a Supernatural (tv show) story.

Obviously there will be pairings and the ones I'm super interested in are:

Dean/OFC
Sam/OFC
Samifer/OFC
Deanmon/OFC

This is vague, but just PM me if you're interested. Thanks!!!

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched her thinking, until she opened her eyes and looked at him. His heart fluttered at the fact that she was even willing to, after what he had said inside. Then as he noticed she was shaking, he rubbed his hands along her shoulder, bringing his other hand up to match, his stomach falling a bit, as he knew she was in a lot of pain. Pain that he had never put her through, before.

His face softened, as he watched between her eyes and she explained what she had been thinking, between the day she left and him dying. He hadn’t even thought about her finding out about his death, and internally wondered who had called her. He figured it must have been Bobby, since he was their most loyal contact. He swallowed roughly, a tear falling from his own eye, “Esme…I…”

Then Dean heard the words he had been waiting for. She regretted leaving, or at least the way she left. After he mentioned wanting to get a place of their own, and calm down for a little while, maybe make things more seriously, she had bolted. Hearing that she regretted the way she did things was almost a relief, causing him to sigh. He reached up, and whisked the tear away from her cheek with his thumb, wiping it on his jacket casually.

It was hard to know what to say, as the memory of her leaving played in his head. It both made him sad to think about their relationship ending so abruptly and when things were going good, and also about how he had left Mika a few months prior to meeting Esme. No explanation. No remorse. He just left and moved past the relationship for a while, until they fell back together.

Dean felt a strong urge in the pit of his stomach, as she apologized, to just reach out and either kiss her, or just…hold her. He needed to do something, as the bottled up emotions from the lack of closure bubbled higher and higher in his chest, “I never…I um…I never held malice toward you. Esme…”

He reached toward her arms to pull her to him, just as she stepped back from him, causing him to freeze and flinch a bit. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He shoved his hands into his jacket and just listened, as she hit another low note in his life, and his throat seized up, flashbacks of Hell flooding his brain, on top of random flashes of them together, he and Mika together, and practically every other part of his life that was complicated.

Dean turned, himself, to bring a hand to pinch his tear ducts, gasping at the sudden urge to cry. When he turned back to her, her eyes met his and he softened, melting a bit at her teary gaze that he had caused, “I um…”

He pushed the thoughts of Hell aside, and went over her words in his mind, before stepping toward her, reaching both hands out and brushing her tears from her face. He then pulled her into a tight hug, his hand pressing the back of her head to hold her to him.

“I’m so sorry. Okay? I’m so sorry, Esme…”, he whispered, kissing the top of her head, “I never meant for this to happen. When you showed back up, I knew that it would come up eventually, especially since I have been with Mika for a while now. I’m doing my best to hold everything together right now, and keep you…but keep her as we are. I didn’t even think about anyone telling you I died.”

He sniffled heavily, “But I’m not going to do this anymore. It’s killing us both. You deserve better, and you knew that.”

He pulled her face away from his chest and stared into her eyes, “You saved my life, when I didn’t deserve it…and the way you left was one of the worst nights of my life. But I’m fine. We’re fine….I forgive you.”

Annabeth

Anna sighed in relief as the smell of demon blood began to dissipate from the room as Sam worked on her hair. Although the shivers didn’t stop as she had begun to get cold from the water on her bare skin. As he washed over her back, telling her not to apologize. She shook her head, “I’m sorry. Alastair said things…he said things about you, and Ruby.”

She was hesitant to bring up what Alastair had said, while forcing her to choke down the gallons of blood. She didn’t know how Sam would react, or if Alastair was lying. She sat still, until he handed her a towel, wrapping it around her body and standing from the chair.

She turned to him, and stepped up to his chest, simply giving him a tight hug, “I’m so glad to be back. I’m glad you’re okay. These angels, they came to get Alastair, after I attacked him. He was going to kill you for me escaping…and I panicked. I can’t let anyone hurt you…”

She tightened her grip on Sam, “But he’s alive.”

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.”