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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean pouted a bit deeper and he shrugged, “If people are a little scared of me, they don’t test my patience.”

He laughed softly, staring down at their hands after a few seconds, as she drew shapes on his palm. The gesture was incredibly relaxing, and Dean fought his eyes trying to close as she moved, “Only you get this side of me. I told you that a long time ago…that hasn’t changed.”

He smiled pleasantly, staring at her eyes as the woman came back to the window and handed their food out to them. Dean took his spare hand, leaning up again, and took it from her with a sweet smile, shaking the bag in front of Esme as they sat there, “So, I’m feeding your belly, and you’re giving me a chill pill, with that…”

He gestured toward his hand that Esme was playing with, and cleared his throat, still fighting not to close his eyes.

Castiel

Castiel sighed almost in unison with Sam, and finally nodded, “And then there’s Dean. You gained her trust. You didn’t try to kill her. You made her love you. Dean, on the other hand is still not convinced.”

He fidgeted with his fingers, feeling bad for talking about Dean in this way, behind his back, considering their bond, “I recommend that, for the time being, we do our best to keep you near her, as close as possible, even if she’s just eating around Dean. Any hint that she’s losing control, and I can’t even predict what your brother will do to a non-human. But I do know he would never forgive himself, if he hurt you.”

He leaned back in the chair, his hand on his chin as he patiently waited for Madison to wake up. Usually Nephilums could survive on short hour or less bursts of sleep, which is part of the reason Castiel had brought her here, to be in a house he could mediate her powers within, instead of having her roaming around a Motel, possibly coming across all sorts of rage inducing humans.

“Speaking of you being near her. You should probably check on her…as I may scare her. We have a bond, but not on the level of protecting myself from her suddenly waking up.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Bobby turned as they reached the bottom of the stairs, stepping into the living room with three glasses in his hand. Two of the glasses contained an amber liquid, which was likely some scotch or whiskey. The other glass held a darker liquid, which Dean noticed and assumed was Mika’s special drink.

“You two both okay?”, Bobby asked sitting the glasses down on the coffee table carefully as Dean brought Mika over to the couch and sat down, leaving her on his lap. He rested his hand on her thigh, and brought his other hair up to her hair, running his fingers through gently.

“Theoretically, I think so…”, Dean quipped as Bobby’s eyes fell on his nose.

“She re-break it?”, Bobby asked, stepping back into the kitchen briefly, before returning with a wet rag, handing it to Dean. Dean didn’t bring it to his nose yet, but shook his head at Bobby, which caused his shoulders to drop, “Sometimes, alcohol brings these on, I’ve noticed. Looks like you came out unscathed, considering.”

Dean smiled, and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m good at wrestling, I guess.”

“Meeko…you okay?”, Bobby asked, sitting in his recliner as he watched her face.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean continued to pour his emotions into the passionate and rough kiss with Esme, his hands holding her head firm as he let out a small whimper against her lips. But what came next was completely unexpected, Mika’s voice. He abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his eyes shooting toward Mika’s approaching frame as he held his hands out in front of him.

“Mika…wait…I can…”, he started as she pulled her fist back, and as if in slow motion made contact with his cheekbone. Stumbling, he fell roughly onto the ground and stared up at her, holding his face, “Mika wait. MIKA! Dammit…”

As Natalia ran after her, and turned to scold him, he sighed, rolling onto his stomach a bit to push himself off the ground, a bit dizzy from the mix of alcohol and his girlfriend’s impressive right hook.

“Nat…”, he started as she flipped him off, causing another sigh to leave his throat as he stood to his feet, “NATALIA!”
Throwing his hands up, and letting them fall heavily to his sides, he turned back to Esme, his eye already swelling as he stared at her. He didn’t say anything, just let his eyes apologize for the whole situation. He gestured for her to follow him, and started the semi short walk home.

As they walked, he received a text message. He opened his phone and growled, placing the phone against his forehead as he closed his eyes tightly, “Esme…I’ll um…I’ll drive you to that motel in a bit, and we can…we can talk hopefully tomorrow about everything, and where to go from here. Right now, I’ve gotta go diffuse a bomb.”

He continued to walk beside her, although his pace picked up as he fought back frustrated tears, or hold outs from the heavy crying earlier in the night.

Annabeth

Anna peered between Sam’s eyes as she heard his calming words, feeling a wave of relaxation take over her body as he touched her face. She had almost forgotten about how calming his skin was, when she wasn’t covered in blood and ravenous.

She simply nodded, pressing her nose into his chest and breathing deeply, just wanting to take in the surreal moment of being near him again, until he asked the question she had wanted to avoid bringing up the whole time. She didn’t move her face initially, but then turned it on its side, resting her cheek against his chest.

“He said that she was…using you as some sort of weapon against Lilith. He um…he said you had drank the demon blood, too, and if I would stay with him, and do my part…I could take your place.”, she explained, her face expressionless from reliving the trauma of Alastair’s words, “And if I take your place, Lilith won’t kill you. He said that if you continue, you’ll be unstoppable. You’ll be inhuman.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean shook his head, “Me forgiving you is not your decision. Trust me…I know how scary the thought of leaving this all behind is. Hell, I was scared, just thinking about it, before I opened my big mouth.”

“So forgive yourself, for me?”, he asked, but the music had already started, and he narrowed his eyes before letting them go wild. He sighed in relief, when he realized he wasn’t starting to sing, and the lyrics to the song weren’t flooding his mind, like before. But then her eyes softened, and his heart sank. She was about to spill her entire heart in a song, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

As her voice began singing the melody, he let out a pained sigh, tears coming to his eyes almost immediately, knowing she didn’t want to do this, but as her hand brushed his cheek, he leaned into it gently, pressing his eyes closed. His arms still reached for her a bit as she pulled away and kept singing.

He let his eyes flutter open, watching her painfully as she sang the words that he had feared she was feeling, the entire time they had been back in each other’s presence. He loved Mika, more than anyone on earth, but he couldn’t lie about the lack of closure making it hard to let Esme go. He could sympathize with every word she sang as he shivered, and watched her look back at him. He was speechless…

As she took the outstretched hand that he had forgotten about, he looked down at their hands, her smaller fingers feeling so familiar against his skin. His emotions were at a level he hadn’t bothered to feel in a while, letting a few extra tears fall from his eyes as she met them with her own.

He sniffled roughly, shaking himself from the pain of hearing the words leave her mouth, and brought his free hand up to her cheek, helping her to wipe away the tears. Dean was still speechless, just staring at her, taking in everything she had sang, and weighing his options and consequences.

He let out another loud sigh, overwhelmed by the decisions flooding his mind, and did the one thing he was good at. He placed a hand on either side of her face, pushing her hair back with his fingers, and turned her toward the side of the building. Gently pushing her back against the brick, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing his body against hers as his breath hitched in his throat.

Dean didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to make her forgive herself. He wanted to drive home the fact that he forgave her, but he also just wanted to have the closure of being with her one more time. Cupid blissfully watched them, as he orchestrated things, forcing every ounce of emotion Dean had into the kiss. It was organic. It was a longing Dean had. He just needed a tiny push, to pull himself away from Mika long enough to act on it…

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.”