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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help the loud laugh that left his throat at her words, squeezing her thigh playfully as he sat back in the passenger seat. He road most of the way to the safe house quietly, just feeling her skin against his, and trying not to nod of to sleep with a content smile on his face as she rubbed his hand. This was nice. This was something he never thought he would have again with her, and honestly, had pushed back so far he didn’t know he needed it.

He smirked at the sound of her stomach and her words, “I think Sammy can get over it. He’ll probably just be glad we’re not out and about leaving him to babysit anymore. Now Cas? Let me handle Cas…”

He and Cas held a bond that most people couldn’t understand. Dean was usually the only human that Castiel would listen to, unless he wasn’t around, and Sam could talk him down. But Cas didn’t put a lot of faith in Sam, after the situation with Ruby. He mostly just tolerated him.

“He’s been alone with Sam for hours. There’s no telling what his attitude will be like, especially if he’s bored out of his mind.”, he rolled his eyes and glanced over at her, his face staying soft and light.

Madison

Madison took a deep breath as she saw the smile on Sam’s face. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be there with any bad news. He was just…checking on her? Even after protecting her, in spite of himself at the diner, the idea that a Winchester was simply checking on her scared her a bit. Her eyes flashed gold for a second, before turning back to blue, almost instantly.

“I don’t know…”, she answered his question, “I have never been asleep before. It was dark. No light or things my mother would see in her sleep. Just dark.”

She reached out and picked his hand up off the mattress, playing with each of his fingers, “This is all really scary. I see how everyone looks at me, like I’m going to kill them, and like I’m something to be afraid of. Even Castiel looks at me that way. I just don’t know how to do all of this yet, but I would never, ever hurt any of you…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean held her tighter with every shiver of her body, stroking the back of her hair lovingly, “Shhh. Just breathe…”

He whispered the words against her hair, just as he had done any time she had ever had moments of painful reflection near him. He was always able to calm her down, but this was intense. He pulled her as close to him as he could, “Just breathe for me baby girl…”

Dean was still fighting back his own emotions as she cried against his chest, her violent shaking tearing his heart from his chest. As she calmed, he leaned his head down, rolling it against her forehead as he took her face in his hands, “Hey. Let’s get back to the house and figure out where we want you to stay for the night, okay? If nothing else, I’ll drive you back…”

He whispered the words, his forehead pressed against hers and then pulled away before he could make any more rash decisions. He pulled her arms from around him, wrapping her left arm in his right, and kept walking up through the front of the junkyard lot.

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As Dean walked with Esme up to the door of Bobby’s house, he sighed, not knowing what he was walking into, with Mika. He half expected her to be inside the door, waiting to ambush him with hatred and anger, but when he stepped in, he was surprised to see only Bobby and Nat sitting there.

“Where’s everyone else?”, he asked simply, mostly to Natalia, “Where’s Mika?”

He glanced up toward the kitchen, just as he saw her pass the window, and tilted his head to the side. She had left the bar nearly two hours prior. Where the hell had she been?

Bobby Singer

Bobby smirked at Nat, reaching for what he had noticed was her favorite drink of his stash. Sitting the whiskey on the table, he pulled a couple of half clean glasses from his desk, and sat them near the bottle, “Well, have at it. Your quick work tonight is why you’re my favorite, kid…”

Hearing her talk about how the night had gone from good to shit, Bobby shrugged his shoulders, glancing toward the door, “I had half expected it would happen. I didn’t want it to happen here. This is a safe place for Mika and if she was going to have her heart ripped out, I wanted it to happen away. Let’s just hope Cason finds what it is he’s looking for, and kills the damn thing…”

Cason

Cason lay against the sticky leather seat, his arms snaked around the back of his head as he caught his breath, Mika against his side. He looked down at her, just in time for her to realize what she had done and like clockwork, scramble away from him, “Relax! Relax…Mika…”

He reached out, his fingers almost touching the scars on her back as he traced them beneath her tattoo. As she dressed, he sighed, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt on over his torso, trying to catch up to her pace. Cason grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car, and with some effort pulled them on as she apologized, “…he can never know about us. He’ll kill me, and you’ll never see him again.”

He warned her, knowing that the last sentence would mean more to her than the first, as he pulled his boots onto his feet and followed her out of the car, his jacket still on the floor of the back seat. He closed the car door behind him and followed her, but hesitated to follow her into the house, not wanting to be too close to her when they caught up with the voice he could hear inside, through the kitchen.

“Shit. SHIT! What the hell are you gonna do now…”, he muttered to himself, kicking gravel. HIs mind went to Esme, and the intense feelings he felt every time he was around her. What would she think? How would she react? Would she be jealous? Grossed out?

He sighed and ran his hand through his messy dark hair.

Annabeth

Anna smiled at his words, the thought of him remembering her at random times throughout the years they had been apart caused her heart to flutter with excitement. She saw him in her sleep, every single night. Even before she knew who he was, after her temporary memory wipe, she still dreamed of his face, or at least the face she remembered.

As she kissed him, her fingers came up to trace the sides of his face, committing the feeling of his skin to memory as she did so. The fact that she could see him, after being without eyes, and now could stand in front of him without worry was an almost intoxicating thought as she pulled back from the kiss briefly, just to nuzzle her nose against his and then kissed him again, slightly more aggressively.

The longer their skin touched, the less of the effect of the demon blood she felt, and she wanted to not feel the blood in her system at all…ever again.

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Dean adjusted himself under Mika to allow her to settle better against him, curled up in his lap. He moved his hand down around her lower back and held her to him, smiling and shaking his head at Bobby, “I think I’m going to catch some Z’s here. If you need me, don’t hesitate to throw something…just don’t hit the girl.”

Bobby laughed, walking over to the phones on the wall, “Just no snoring. If I can hear you over my tv, broken nose or not, I’m kicking your ass out into the rain…”

Dean chuckled, moving Mika off his legs slightly. He leaned over onto his elbow, and then lowered himself down onto the couch, pulling the blanket carefully from the back. Wrapping his hands around her waist gently, he pulled her down with him, snaking an arm gently under her neck to pull her into the underside o his chin.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up…”, he whispered, not even answering her asking his permission. He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes, before bringing the blanket up over their shoulders, his hand stopping to rest against her bicep, tracing small calming circles, “I promise…”

As Bobby watched Dean slowly drift off to sleep, with his lips pressed against Mika’s forehead, he let out another relieved sigh, sitting in his desk chair and picking up his tv remote. He clicked the power button to turn the tv on, and leaned back with another happy sigh, “And all is right in the world…for now."

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean was thankful that Esme didn’t curl away from him, but rather invited his taking of her arm, like she always did when he was uncomfortable, and struggling. He needed to be near her, romantic or not, and needed the touch to keep sane as a million images rolled through his mind.

“I won’t let her attack you, or anything. Her beef is with me. I initiated everything, tonight. She knows that…”, he muttered, realizing that Esme was at least partially scared of Mika’s mental state. He couldn’t lie, he was too. He half expected to show back up at Bobby’s to more vicious and drunk violence at the hands of the love of his life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, as they hadn’t been physical in ages.

Dean heard the soft melody playing as Esme tensed up on his arm. He was just about to ask her what was going on, now, when his eyes were pinned straight forward. He couldn’t turn. He couldn’t stop walking. He could only look forward or to his feet as the music continued and Esme started singing.

It was as if she was singing to a memory of him. He felt her arm fall from his as he took in the words she was singing, swallowing hard. He wanted to turn to her as she sang, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

He still remembered the December day, just after Christmas, when she left him. Just a note, all of her things missing, no warning. He remembered her voice on the phone, as he listened to her voicemail greeting play over…and over…and over.

His breath hitched in his throat as she admitted through song that she had missed him, as well as regretted their time apart, and how she realized what she lost. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting against the force that made him move forward. Once again, Dean wanted to run to her, shut her up with anything he could, but he kept walking.

“I swear I’d love you right."

The words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he was finally able to break the trance enough to turn his body slowly, shifting his weight to one foot as the final chorus played. He swallowed heavily, and stared at her with his sad teary eyes, waiting for her to close the gap between them.

He walked backward, but then stopped in the middle of the roadway. As she approached, he stepped up to her, taking her face in both his hands, and kissed her forehead. He then pulled her into a desperately tight hug.

Bobby

Bobby groaned at hearing that Mika drove back drunk, and nearly killed herself. He wasn’t all that surprised, considering how she and Dean tended to be in the midst of their many fights with one another.

“Well, you took her keys, I assume…”, Bobby sighed, looking around the room to make sure he had what he needed for a quick sober up drink for Mika, if she needed it. She would eventually be in front of him, and he would pick up the pieces of Dean’s mistakes like every other time.

“Let her have her space, if she needs it. After a good cry, I’ll sober her up…”, he muttered once more, leaning back in his chair, “You want a drink? We ain’t got much else to do, until Dean comes busting that door down.”

Cason

Cason saw cupid land on the roof, staring down at him with a gleeful smile, as the music began playing around him, “I was right! You son of a bitch…”

His eyes clicked to black, just as Mika began singing. His eyes coming back to normal out of the pure confusion on his face as she sang the lyrics to him, he glanced around him, wondering where Dean Winchester was, in all of this.

“Mika…wait a second. Mika, please. Dean is on his wa-“, Cason shook his head, holding his hands out to her as she approached him. If he had learned anything about tonight, it was to take the song at face value. She wanted to have sex with him…hard. He gulped as her hands grabbed his jacket, pulling him to her.

“Mika. This is a horrible idea…”, he whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers as she kept singing, and his chest tightened. He landed harshly against the leather back seat, looking up at her with a terrified but turned on look as she crawled onto his lap. Seeing that he was fighting back, Cupid snapped his fingers, forcing Cason to run his hands up her thighs and to the button of her jeans, before sitting up and kissing down her neck, onto her collar bone as she removed his jacket.

He pulled away from her with a gasp as she whipped his shirt over his head, “Holy shit…Dean Winchester is going to kill me…”

He kissed her hungrily back, his fingers making quick work of her jacket and shirt. At least if he was going to die, he could get off with someone who seemed to want him badly.

The windows of the pretty blue Impala fogged quickly as Cupid smiled, satisfied at the situation, although he had a pang in the pit of his stomach that said this was all wrong. Was he wrong?

Annabeth

“At least now you have someone who understands what you’re going through. I’m not judging you. I would do it all over again, if it meant keeping you safe. All of you.”, she whispered, leaning against his hand.

“But, I’m scared for you, and I’m scared to lose you, at this point. I wish I had never left you, all those years ago. I didn’t go with my gut, and I’ve missed you every day since that day…believe it or not.”, she explained, bringing a hand up to place it over the back of his hand on her face.

“The fact that you trusted me enough to come down here tells me everything I need to know.”, she leaned her face up close to his, now that the demon blood was cleared, and pressed her lips against his gently, letting the kiss linger with a sigh.

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Dean sighed in relief along with Bobby, in unison as she agreed to let them help her. Dean’s face fell into a gentle smile as she downed the last of her drink. He was more than relieved that she seemed calm, and willing to work with them. He glanced over at Bobby and gave him a smiling nod.

As Mika spoke again, however, Dean sniffled, showing that his nose was at least trying to open, and shook his head, “There’s nothing you can do about the night terrors. We all know that. But if there’s something that you can do to tone them down, just enough to not hurt…yourself.”

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her head down to rest on his shoulder as he rubbed her back and Bobby leaned back in his recliner, thankful more than ever to have Dean in the house. This was something he had been worried for Dean to see, only because he knew how much Mika wanted to keep it from him.

But Dean reacted, and took the bump in the road like a champ, only responding with the love that was unmistakeable. It was against his tough exterior, and Bobby knew how uncomfortable Dean would be if anyone outside of the house saw him being a kind caretaker. But here, his secret was safe.

“I’m gonna throw on a Western, and get ready to hang the phones back up…”, Bobby quipped, taking another drink of his Scotch, “You two are more than welcome to join, or head back to bed. I know Mika will be out like a light in about twenty minutes.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean watched Esme’s movements as she brought his hand to her lips, causing a shudder to leave them as they parted. He felt the need to kiss her, but they needed to move. But if he kissed her, it wouldn’t hurt, right? No. They needed to move. He reminded himself internally that she was going to be sharing a room with him at the safe house. The second he got her alone…

He bit his lip as his hand sat flat against her thigh, curling his fingers to grip her leg a bit, as he responded to her words about calming him,“Please do…”

Dean smiled brightly with his eyes, almost showing teeth as he sat back in his seat and squeezed her thigh again, “Well. You’re going to need energy, if you’re running with me…I mean…us.”

Madison and Castiel

“i’ll be willing to work with the girl…um…Esme, if it means keeping Madison safe.”, Castiel said simply, “And I’ll find out if she has any powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to, how do you say…suss out.”

As Sam stood, Castiel watched him walk, a bit concerned for his safety, but needing to test a theory. He nodded simply at Sam as he entered the bedroom to wake Madison.

Madison didn’t dream. She fell into an empty darkness in her sleep, until that dark quiet was interrupted by a familiar voice. Her eyes opened, calmly at the sound of Sam’s voice, and she looked up at him, jolting a bit with concern, “Sam? What’s wrong?”

She scanned his face, wondering if something had happened, for him to be waking her up, or even how long she had been asleep for the first time.


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Bobby sighed, more worried than angry and looked up at Mika, “Then you let me look over them. I can tell you anything I find, if anything. We never have, but I’m willing to try, if it means you are safe.”

Dean nodded his head, both at Mika’s explanation of why she’s reading the books, and Bobby’s words, pointing a finger toward Bobby’s direction, “He’s right. I understand what you’re trying to do, but it’s not helping you. You’re coming up blank. Let us take it over…alright? I told you, I’ll do anything you need me to do.”

He watched her become lost in thought for a second, and pulled her face to stare into her eyes, “Listen to me. I’ll do anything, I need to do. I’m sure there’s something out there. We can find it together, and I’ll take on the load, alright? You deserve that much. I don’t want to see you hurting and hurting yourself like this, darlin…”

Bobby smirked at Dean’s words. He was consistently relieved to have the boy back in his house, helping care for Mika. As hard as Dean’s exterior was, he had a soft spot, and sitting right in the center of that soft spot, was Bobby’s niece. He took a drink of his scotch, and grunted, “Let him help…The boy actually wants to help…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean slowed his pace a bit, when he realized he was stomping away from Esme. None of this was her fault. It was his own stupidity that led to this. He could feel the bruise on his cheek pulsing with every heartbeat as he turned his head to look at her with sad eyes, “I just don’t want you to go alone, if you don’t want to. Your mental state is just as bad as mine right now. This is going to take forever to fix, if it can be fixed…”

He sighed, fighting back tears again as he instinctively reached over to her, and pulled her arm into his, a comfort move for him. The gravel was loud as they walked, slowly approaching the junkyard lights.

Cason and Bobby

“What have you heard about Cupid?”, Cason asked Bobby, as they sat across from each other at Bobby’s desk. Bobby raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“Nah. Cupid wouldn’t be doing this. Isn’t he like a cute little fat thing with a bow? He’s the love cherub…”, Bobby groaned just as Natalia stepped through the door calling out to them. Bobby’s head jerked upward, his shoulders falling in a defeated sigh to hear that the worst had happened, and probably because he sent them out, “Dammit, boy…Where are they now?”

Cason stood, book still in hand as he scanned his eyes over the darker side of Cupid, the side of Cupid that could be violent and erratic when stressed, or if his prophesies were screwed with. He thought back to Sam and Anna being separated, and the fact that it happened at the hands of an Angel, wondering if it had anything to do with the hunch.

“I have an idea…I’ll be back.”, he muttered, snapping the book shut and walking through the front door without another word. He stepped onto the porch and jogged down the steps, slowly making his way around the house with his eyes on the roof. As he stepped around the back lot, he noticed Mika still sitting in her car, and carefully passed it, turning his eyes back to the roof.

Disappointed, he sighed, “Dammit. Where are you?”

Annabeth

Anna narrowed her eyes at Sam, as he explained that the situation was truly complicated, but that she couldn’t say anything to anyone. She didn’t typically share much with the group anyway, and she nodded quickly, watching his eyes as he spoke with regret and shame, but resolve. The look on his face calmed her nerves a bit. She didn’t judge. She couldn’t judge, but she also noticed that he spoke about the addictive properties of the demon blood.

“I’ll say nothing…but you have to let me help you kill her. She did this to me. She needs to see what she’s done, to both of us, and to Dean.”, she sighed and reached her shaky hand up, her wrist now dried with blood from the handcuffs. She brushed her hand gently across his skin, wondering if it was as sensitive as her own, with the demon blood in both their systems, “Are you dealing with the addiction? I know how powerful you can feel, but I also know how hard it is to come down. You seem so adjusted, Sam…”

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Bobby nodded to Mika gently, shrugging his shoulders, “You’re probably feeling some things that you’re not used to feeling, all things considered. It’s been a lot having Dean back with us, with everything that has happened.”

Dean nodded at Bobby’s words, bringing the towel up to his nose, and wiping at some of the drying blood with his free hand. He brought his other hand to the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his fingertips as he held her to him, “I know you were worried but…”

When she mentioned the books, Bobby nodded his head back onto his shoulders, in a complete understanding of what had caused the night terrors this time, “Ah. I thought we had had a talk about those books…If I remember, they’re what caused the last big one, right?”

Dean watched Mika drink the dark liquid in her cup, as he nursed his nose, wondering what books they were talking about that could have caused these kind of night terrors in a hunter, like Mika, even with the trauma.

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.”