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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean rolled his eyes at her encouragement but happily returned her quick kiss as she messed with his tie. He was happy to be her ‘bad cop’ while she played the angle of the more experienced agent, keeping him in check. It fit his personality, and gave him a chance to be as rough as he needed to be with any questioning they had to do.

But he still hated how young he looked. He ran one more set of fingers through his hair as she stepped around him and grabbed an extra set of shoes, turning to follow her down the stairs. He watched her as he walked, swallowing harshly at the way her skirt moved with every step, and her legs in those heels…

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and jogged down to catch up with her, finding Bobby at the bottom of the stairs, holding his black jacket out to Dean. Dean walked up to Bobby, letting him help get his arms in. Bobby hoisted the heavy jacket onto Dean’s shoulders, smoothing it and giving him a pat on the back.

“You both look good. Just remember your badges, be careful with your body language, and make sure that you have an extra change of clothes in the car. I called ahead and got you a motel…Roadhouse Inn, just down the road from the hospital.”, Bobby explained as he smoothed the lines on the back of Dean’s jacket and turned to Mika, handing her a credit card, “You be safe, now. You hear me? Take care of each other…”

Dean sighed, knowing that Bobby was a bit nervous about them going out on a hunt with no definite master to prep for, but he nodded to Bobby and turned to face Mika with a small smirk.

“Ma’am…”, he muttered, stretching his arm out to her.

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Dean raised his eyebrows as Mika slipped her skirt on, having to bite his lip, in order to start getting dress. He pulled on his pants carefully, struggling to keep his eyes on her, while tripping into his pants and then zipped them and started working on his belt while she did her hair and makeup. She was a hazard to his health, when she wore clothes like that, and a bit of a distraction. But it was a distraction he took willingly.

By the time she was done with her makeup, he was attempting to tie his tie, twisting it one way, and then the other, before finally figuring out the formula for tying it properly. He pulled at it, standing in his starched white shirt and black pants and black tie in front of her, taking in his “partner”.

“I’m glad I have a thing for older women…”, he muttered, with a smirk. He noticed her height change as she stood in front of him, still shorter than himself, but a lot closer to eye level.

“I look like a kid going to church…”, he complained to her, holding his arms out, before bringing his right hand up to spike his hair a bit. Without makeup or any real way to make himself appear older, Dean looked like a young and scrappy renegade cop, which likely was the angle he was going to have to play, in this whole thing.

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Dean laughed and shrugged his shoulders proudly at her comment about his charm. He kissed her back with a wide smile on his face, just staring at her as she pulled back from him, eating her breakfast. Something as simple as her chewing had him smitten, distracted, and all around not in the mood to work.

When she suddenly stood from the table, got rid of her mug and brushed past him, he watched her intently, all the way to the stairs, his eyebrows raised. As he sat there, mouth slightly open wondering what she would potentially come back down with, Bobby cleared his throat from across the room.

“Do you need a suit?”, Bobby asked Dean, after snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Um…yeah. Yeah I actually do.”, Dean muttered, “Just the jacket.”

He then stood from his seat, leaving his mug on the table and ran up stairs to retrieve his dress shirt and pants. Bobby sighed and stood from his desk, walking over to his bedroom to grab one of his old black suit jackets for Dean, having already updated his FBI badge. What would these kids do without him?

Dean stepped into the bedroom carefully, walking over to Mika’s closet, where he had hung his clothes to keep them from being wrinkled, “So, what sexy get up are you going out in today, to woo all the men?”

He smiled brightly, pulling his FBI outfit from the closet and tossing it on the edge of the bed.

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Dean nodded happily at the fact that Mika had managed to get some sleep. He had been concerned, from the second he woke up, considering he fell asleep before he remembered her passing out, “Glad to hear it…”

As Bobby dropped the newspaper on the table in front of him, he sighed, “I can’t get one cup of coffee in me before you’re sending me to work?”

But Bobby simply started to walk off, patting Dean on the shoulder, “The only info I have is that the bodies are located at St. Mercy hospital, city central. It’s a thirty minute drive. No one else will talk to me.”

Bobby walked back over to his desk and sat down with a sigh, just as the FBI phone rang. Dean stared at the upside down news paper with his eyebrows furrowed, looking back up at Mika and shrugging his shoulders, “It depends on what kind of neck injury it is. If it’s the whole ass throat, then we know exactly what we’re dealing with. I’ll just let you handle it, while I drive the getaway car, since you’re such a skilled Vamp hunter, now.”

Dean chuckled, picking up his own piece of toast, “But we can check out the bodies, and see. The description is vague. Sensibilities of the people, and all that. Time for us to play doctor…and you have to wear something nice, Ms. FBI agent.”

He took a large bite of toast, and then spoke around the bite, “But you look a little young for FBI…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

As Cason panted in a laugh, almost pressing the knife into his own throat by leaning up into it. Dean couldn’t help the growl that left his throat, even as Bobby held the back of his neck, driving his fingers into Dean’s veins, threatening to choke him out from lack of blood flow.

“Let me go, Bobby…”, he sneered quietly. But Bobby’s grip just tightened as Mika stepped over to him and he heard Esme’s heightened and very angry voice pierce through the room. He didn’t budge, but when Cason flinched at Esme’s voice, the demon’s skull flashed beneath his skin, showing that the flinch had caused the knife to cut him pretty deep.

The red in Dean’s eyes started to fade just a bit and he turned his head to stare at Mika, flinching as Nat touched his hand, which tightened around the knife under her fingers.

I love you

Cason had begun to shiver at that point, under Dean’s weight. He was almost just as afraid of Esme’s anger heating up the room as he was the certain death that sat on him. If she exploded again, he was going to burn, and there was nothing that could stop it. Only this time, there was a chance that everyone in the room was coming with him. He closed his eyes, giving in and hoping that Dean would listen to the rest of the room so he could vanish, or at the very least get as far away from the hunter as possible.

Turning his face toward Mika’s, Dean glared at her, his nose dripping blood from his chin as he did so, like a man possessed. He didn’t even realize how much he was sneering, until he kicked his elbow out against Nat’s arm to shake her hand off of his and pushing Bobby back with the force, raised the knife high in the air, crashing it down with a loud ‘crack’ and a growl.

“Dean, no!”, Bobby screamed, as he slammed the knife into what Bobby had assumed was Cason’s chest. Instead, when Cason’s face came back into view over Dean’s head, he was still very much alive and the knife was stabbed into the wooden floor, still wiggling.

Dean had driven the knife into the floor, just centimeters from Cason’s face, and sat there, panting and growling. Bobby released his neck with a relieved sigh, moving his hand down to Dean’s back as Dean stood carefully from Cason’s hips, and with a huff started to walk away.

“Dean…”, Bobby called to him as he approached Esme, “Dean where are you going?!”

Dean didn’t answer him, only kept walking, shrugging himself past Esme and out the door as Cason groaned, his eyes still on the knife by his head.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, stepping back from her with his jaw clenched as she confirmed what he was half afraid was the answer. He ran his right hand slowly down his face, trying to wipe away the rage that was filling his chest at that moment, “He’s a demon. Things don’t affect him the same way they would you…”

He muttered the words slowly, not looking at her as he thought over his next move. He had felt so guilty about everything that had happened over the course of the night, only to come home to this. He couldn’t even cry about it. He just huffed in the cool night air, and thought over his options.

“He’s a demon, Mika. He’s a…”, he shook his head, pulling Ruby’s knife slowly from the back of his pants, twisting it to hold in his palm, blade down at his side. The light caught the metal blade and glinted as he started his way back up to the house, not caring if Mika followed him, at that moment.

Cason shook his head at Natalia’s question, still staring at the wall as he finished his drink and sat the glass on the table, “Dean Winchester is going to kill me, tonight.”

As if on cue, Dean opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen, his eyes burning as soon as he caught Cason in his sights. Cason sighed again and held up his hands, standing from the couch to step back from Dean’s burning glare.

“Dean…don’t do anything stupid…”, Bobby said softly, seeing the knife in his hand, “Dean!”

Like a pouncing animal, Dean punched Cason in the face, knocking him to the ground. He drug him toward him, dropping the knife on the ground next to him as he straddled Cason’s body, holding him up by his shirt, and wailing on him.

“Dean stop! Whatever this is about, we can talk about it! There are Hellhounds outside, you idiot!”, Bobby screamed at him, trying to find an angle to grab Dean and pull him off Cason. But Dean never flinched, just landing punch after punch against Cason’s face.

He pulled Cason’s face up to his, “You knew what you were doing…I let you in. I never said anything about you being a demon. I trusted you. And now this…”

Cason head butted Dean in the nose, causing the larger man to fall back on his ass against the floor, with a groan as Cason stood to his feet and squared up.

“Get up. Get up! If I’m going to die like this…I’m going out on a high. Blaze of glory, baby!”, Cason laughed almost maniacally, as he realized Dean’s emotions had made him tired. But Dean stood, spearing Cason’s torso with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Before Dean could throw a punch with his control over Cason, he was flipped onto his back, Cason’s fist connecting with his sore cheek, and then gripping his jaw, Cason slammed Dean’s face against the floor once…twice…and three times, which subdued him enough for Cason to stand, wiping his mouth as he stood over Dean’s groaning frame.

Dean groaned roughly, trying to shake the ringing from his ears as his fingers slowly creeped his hand over toward the knife. Grasping it, he drove it into Cason’s ankle, taking the demon off his feet. He then straddled him again, panting as he ignored his now bloody nose. He rested the knife against Cason’s throat, driving the blade into his skin with bright orange sparks.

"Do it. Coward...", Cason seethed at him, his eyes jet black as he leaned his head back to give Dean better access to his throat, "You took from me...I took from you...finish it, between us."

“Dean stop!”, Bobby screamed, his hand coming to grip the back of Dean’s neck tightly, “Stop…No one is dying in this house tonight.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean’s eyes went wide with a mixture of anger and surprise at how quickly Mika exploded. He opened his mouth to speak after her first set of words, but quickly closed it as she continued.

“I deserved that…”, he whispered, when the punch to his face was mentioned. He was honestly surprised she hadn’t hit him harder, or kept hitting him, considering this wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a scene like that. He flinched as she continued, saying the words that he had worried she would say, bringing up their past, and how dishonest he could be when he was stressed.

“Mika…”, he started, flinching again at her final words, and pushing off the back step of the house to follow her, “MIKA! Stop walking. You’re not a saint either, you know! I only met her because…”

He didn’t want to bring up their last big breakup, as closed the gap between the house and her car, slowing to a creeping pace as he caught up with her and watched her climb up onto the trunk. He stepped up to her, refusing to give her space this time, as he needed her to hear him out.
Placing his hands on both sides of her face to lift her eyes to him, he nearly growled, but softened his voice as best he could.

“Let me explain what’s going on. Alright? I’ll tell you everything, but you have to listen…to me…and try to relax.”, he said to her, carefully. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling his nose against hers as he started to hum their song, just breathing with her through the humming. Cupid had nothing to do with this one. It was just Dean, trying to save what little of a relationship they had been able to keep up, over the years.

As he finished the humming, his lips coming up to kiss her forehead, hoping that she was calm enough to speak to him, he narrowed his eyes. Dean’s eyes had fallen on Cason’s jacket draped over the back of the passenger seat, through the back window, which was still fogged around the corners.

“That’s not mine…”, he muttered against her forehead, before taking a step back from her, just studying her face, “Mika that’s not mine. I recognize that jacket…”

Cason

Cason threw his hands up as Esme pulled her hands from him and stepped away. He wanted to follow her, but knew that if he did, it might just start the singing back up, which none of them could handle, at this point. So, he did what he knew how to do.

He sat down on the couch beside Natalia, and took the bottle of whiskey from the table in front of her, “Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t even need him to say anything, he picked up another glass from beside his desk and tossed it to Cason who caught it skillfully, and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “Here’s to everyone’s fucked up little relationships, and cupid, am I right?”

“You’re still thinking it’s cupid?”, Bobby asked as if Cason was insane. But Cason nodded, convinced, and Bobby’s eyebrows fell, “So how do we get rid of him?”

“We don’t. The only thing we could feasibly do is to blast him back to heaven, and get him out of our hair, but who knows for how long?”, Cason replied, taking a drink of his whiskey with a quivering hand.

“You seem on edge, boy…”, Bobby sighed, watching the demon in front of him shake like a leaf about something on his mind. But Cason didn’t answer, only stared at the wall, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Annabeth

Anna giggled into the kiss at his words, her giggle only growing a bit louder at the sound the bed made as he sat. She straddled Sam’s waist, leaning back to let him remove her shirt, before her hands came up under the hem of his, making quick work of it over his broad shoulders and head. She tossed it to the side and pressed their bare chests together, sinking into his kiss.

Her fingers coming back up to tangle in his hair, her heart began to beat hard enough that it was visible through he vein on her neck, the overwhelm causing a small and happy sigh to leave her nose as they finally made up for all the lost time…
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Laying on the pile of blankets Dean had brought down for them earlier in the night, Anna leaned up, still panting a bit from the ‘exercise’ and traced circles on Sam’s bare chest, “Wow…”

She giggled at the only word that she could come up with in her mind and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips with a bright smile. She felt almost normal, in that moment. The demon blood was likely reeking havoc on her system, but it had caused a perfect moment with Sam, that ended up causing a few bruises and scrapes, but was a long time coming.

She just watched his face, safe with her, wrapped up in what seemed like a sea of blankets, and content. The image almost made her wonder if there could be happiness in this cycle of torture she had been in, down the road. Hopefully, with Sam.

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Dean smiled and pulled her with him as he sat up. He let go of her to give her room to stretch and stretched his own arms above his head as he walked, ignoring Bobby’s grumbles about putting on clothes. Dean had barely realized he was still waltzing around Bobby’s house in his underwear.

“It’s my house too, right now, Bobby!”, he called playfully over his shoulder as he stepped into the kitchen behind Mika. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to join her, sitting carefully at the table in front of her while cracking his neck.

“So, how you feeling this morning?”, he asked her intently, taking a long drink of coffee. His eyes were slightly blackened from the night before, mostly from the broken nose he had sustained at the bar, “You seemed to sleep pretty good. I woke up exactly the same as we went to sleep, which means you didn’t even roll over.”

He took another drink of his coffee, as Bobby stepped over and threw a newspaper in front of him, tapping it with his fingers.

“Here’s where you’re going. I trust you can handle it?”, Bobby muttered, shoving the news paper toward Mika as Dean shrugged.

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Dean smiled down at Mika’s sleepy face, thankful that she seemed to get some actual real sleep, after the events of the early morning. He was also glad she had been able to wake up so close to him, with that smile. Before Dean could say anything to her, Bobby chimed in from across the room.

“Mornin’. Breakfast is in the kitchen and I have a possible job for you guys in the Delbi Springs…close and safe, except a bunch of people coming up dead from ‘unexplained injuries to the neck’.”, Bobby called from his desk. Dean flinched a bit at the explanation of the job, worried it might be werewolves. Bobby cleared it up, “From what I can tell, the hearts aren’t missing…”

Dean sighed, releasing the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He opened his eyes that had fallen shut, and smiled down at Mika, “Wanna get dirty, today?”

He nuzzled her nose a bit, and pulled the blanket from their shoulders, “But first, breakfast. I just heard your stomach complain at me.”

He laughed lightly, his smile bright and relaxed, slowly pulling away from her and sitting up, offering an arm to help her.

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Dean’s eyes fluttered open in the sunlight, hearing Bobby yelling at someone on one of his phones. As Bobby angrily hung the phone up, Dean pulled the blanket down from his arm and leaned up just enough to see him, “You alright?”

“Yeah. Just idjits not listening to what I tell them about their covers. Makes it harder on me when I have to improvise.”, Bobby grumbled, taking a drink of coffee and not looking up at Dean at all. Dean smirked.

“But you’re the best improviser I know, Bobby. Maybe they just want you to know how much they appreciate your skills.”

“Shut up, and go back to sleep…or get up and help me. I made you breakfast, but it's probably cold by now. Coffee's fresh...”, Bobby grumbled causing Dean to let out a long yawn and lay back down, his lips pressed lightly against the bridge of Mika’s nose as he tightened his grip on her, to see if she was in light enough sleep to wake up with him.

He kissed down the bridge of her nose, onto the tip of her nose, and craning his neck slightly, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, his fingers coming up to her cheek to brush her hair back as she slept, “Good morning, beautiful…”