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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean thought back to the same fond memory that Mika did, his mind almost not able to place her face on that innocent teenager she used to be. But the memory was just as vivid. The smell of her hair was part of the memory, and hadn’t changed much over the years. Only the color had. The smile on her face had changed slightly, less innocent now. But he still loved the remnants just as much. The date had ended in one of the most intoxicating kisses he had ever received before the bad.

He pushed the bad away from his memory, only concentrating on how simple and timeless the memory was. He smiled externally and nodded his head, “It really does. It has that feeling of your grandma or grandpa in the kitchen, which means they probably have milkshakes, if you want one!”

As the waitress approached the table, Dean glanced up at the specials on the wall, and he smirked at the name of one, and decided to try it.

“I’ll just have a coke, but I think I want to get the grand slammer toilet burger.”, he read out to her as he stared at the small menu. The waitress raised her eyebrows at him, seemingly worried about his heart, and wrote it down on a ticket before turning to Mika.

Dean pointed at the board, and smiled over to Mika, “Ditch the rabbit food?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed in relief, as Mika accepted his explanation of everything, and his ‘I love you’. It was a step in the right direction, just to hear her say it back to him, again, and not in tears. He couldn’t say much, as she explained she loved him no matter what. The thought sent a jolt through his heart as she leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed her back, pushing her hair back from the side of her face again and then welcoming the hug.

“Always forever. I’ve never changed my mind on that…”, he whispered against her ear as he held onto her. He nodded his head against her to let her know he understood what she was saying, as she admitted that she needed time but wasn’t leaving, “Well, I’m here. Whatever you need, whatever time you need. I got you…”

As Sam stepped into the room, Dean pulled back from her a bit and looked up at him with a sigh, “We’re good, Sammy. Go check on them. I’ll fill you in in a bit, after we dry it up.”

He smirked back at Mika and then nodded to Sam, telling him to go ahead and go.

Cason and Annabeth

Annabeth sighed, frustrated at the idea of being locked back in the vault. But with everyone in agreement, and now Bobby staring at her as if she was going to explode at any second, she reluctantly nodded, “Fine. I’ll sleep down there. It’s like a prison, but I’m sure I’ll be fine…”

Cason scanned Esme’s face, a little hurt that she didn’t want him to come with her, as she made it known. He didn’t know how to handle her just out right rejecting his offer for safety, although she hadn’t exactly opened up to him in any way that didn’t result in him almost being killed, since they had met.

He nodded slowly and looked down at Sarah, “You can take her. She seems to like you. No doubt she would rip me to shreds if I tried to hurt you.”

Cason chuckled, but gave her another sad look, knowing that this might be the last time he would be able to see her face. He reached down and picked up her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips gently, “I didn’t think you would run. Get some rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

He dropped her hand and turned back to Annabeth, “Does Sam know you’re out of the vault?”

“No. I’m about to head back, so it doesn’t upset him. Last thing I need is being trapped down there without him…”, Annabeth explained, before turning on her heel and walking back down the basement steps.

“Alright. I think we have everything figured out, for the most part. Now to wait and make sure the others aren’t going to tear the house apart while some of us are gone…”, Cason sighed out, clapping his hands with a wince as the cut on his hand still worked on healing.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled at her comment of him being a good ‘renegade’. It meant his acting was good. However, when she mentioned food, his eyes perked up, and he smiled brightly, letting his cover crack. Walking with her to the diner, he almost had to jog to keep up, as she seemed very business oriented.

“This place smells like it has good burgers…”, he muttered as they entered the diner, and the smell of the food hit his nose. He placed his hand on her lower back again, and pointed to the corner booth in the very back of the restaurant. He typically chose these types of booths to help with his paranoia of having his back to a door, at least while he was close to one.

“So, are we doing business over lunch, or do we wanna take a break? I’m down for either, but this place just gives me that old school greasy spoon romance vibe…”, he asked, sitting into the back side of the booth by the wall. He peered around the diner, instinctively, seeing if there were any signs of strangeness. He found none and sighed with relief.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean nodded , “I know that. I just think I’m the one that is being rational about…the specifics.”

He then glanced toward the bedroom door, where Sam was working whatever magic he could to keep wake her up in what Dean hoped was a rational and peaceful way. He wasn’t a fan of how scared Castiel seemed, both of him, and of the situation. When an angel was worried, it heightened the nerves a bit.

“Sammy? How’s she doing?”, he called over to the bedroom door, hoping that his brother would call back to him, or show up in the doorway with Madison, and everything was safe. He
Sighed heavily once again, and wrapped his left arm around Esme, his hand coming down to rest on her waist. He pulled her in for what felt like a side hug, trying to breathe through his anxieties.

Madison

Madison listened to Sam’s words intently as he held her shoulders, “Okay, Sam. Just…don’t let me hurt you if I get upset. Okay?”

She watched him move to stand from the bed, and shuddered at the thought of meeting with Dean, even if Sam was convinced Dean couldn’t hurt her around him. He was intimidating, and being his target or his worry made her stomach hurt. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, and see if a hug would help with his anger, but she was too scared, herself.

He took Sam’s hand, and stood from the bed with him, holding herself close to his side, just as Dean’s voice rang out. Situating herself behind Sam, she looked at the door and then up at him, “Maybe Esme is out there. Maybe they came together…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched her face, as he held it in his hands, running his thumbs across her cheeks a few more times to make sure all the tears had dried up. Thankful they had, he let his shoulders drop with relief that she was back with him, and in her right mind, even if her words hurt his heart.

“Listen to me…”, he whispered, leaning in and placing a small kiss against her lips, “I’m working through all of this. But in the meantime…I need you to know, that I’m not going anywhere. I left, sure. There was a lot of baggage when I left, that neither of us were able to deal with.”

He stopped and brushed her hair back from her face a bit, “But I was unfortunately the brave one of us, that day. And I walked away. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere, if I can help it. That connection…that level of trust I put in someone else is something I can’t do, anymore, but I’m not going to lie to you anymore, and say that me and Esme didn’t have that…”

He scanned her eyes, “I love you. Okay? I do. I don’t say it enough. I know. I’m not the greatest at all the relationship stuff.”

Annabeth

Anna listened to everything that Natalia said, her eyes widening and turning to Cason, “You did what?!”

She took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh and shook her head, “So, we figure out where to go from here, hotel wise. I um…I know I’m not part of the family, but I can bunk with whoever might take me…”

Cason chimed in at that point, shaking his head, “No. If there’s even a chance that Alastair is out there, or that the angels are sitting around waiting for you, you have to stay somewhere where we can keep an eye on you. A situation like what happened to send you to the vault will force someone’s hand…most likely mine or Dean’s.”

Anna flinched, shocked to hear Cason admit that he would be willing to kill her. He had changed, since they broke up for sure. Cason was reading her like a book, as if he had a secret he wanted to tell about her. But he crossed his arms and shifted to another foot.

Cason turned to Esme, “We can go to a motel. I can protect you. We can bring the dogs, and anyone who wants to come is welcome to…”

Supernatural - After The End

Castiel and Dean Winchester

Dean gestured toward Esme as she asked the question he was just about to ask to Castiel, which caused him to throw his hands up in exasperation, “No…well, YES! You were the least likely to end up dead, considering she’s still a little angry about almost being killed fresh out of the womb, by your ignorance, Dean.”

Dean flinched at his words, but felt Esme’s hand tighten on his and turned to look at their hands, glancing up to her face as he rubbed his thumb along hers, gently, “I’m going to apologize for that, alright? I’m not sure she is going to be much else but a problem for us, and a distraction…but she’s dangerous. I would feel better about keeping a dangerous weapon in a place where we can see it.”

“She’s mostly human, Dean…”, Castiel muttered through his clenched teeth. Dean shook his head.

“No. Nope. You’re not going to convince me that this girl, who almost KILLED me and my brother is human. You’re not doing that, this time, Cas. I’ll do my best to be nice to her, until the time comes when we have to make some decisions…and if you don’t have the balls to take care of it…I will.”, Dean glared at Cas with a face that said he was dead serious and Castiel huffed, turning and walking into the kitchen, his trench coat floating at his fast pace, “Cas. Cas don’t walk away from me!”

But Castiel kept his pace, stepping around the corner, causing Dean to sigh.

“I’m sorry about that. He has some sort of attachment to her, because of her mother…and now he thinks I’m Satan for wanting to make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone…”, he explained to Esme, looking down at the floor.

Madison

Madison sighed happily at the comforting gesture of Sam rubbing her back as she hugged him. So far, humans, outside of Sam and Esme hadn’t been the kindest to her, and she didn’t even know if this gesture was normal. But it was nice, and she felt safe, something new. As the voices rang out from outside the room, Madison recognized Dean’s voice, and then Esme’s.

She pulled away from Sam’s hug, and nodded, glancing toward the door nervously, “I want to, but I’m a little scared of Dean. He doesn’t seem happy, and I don’t want to make him mad at me. Castiel told me he can’t kill me…but I like not hurting.”

She said the words innocently, not knowing how much worse she could be injured, with her apparent healing powers. She was worried Dean had some way to permanently injure her, or cause her so much pain…worse than an angel blade.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded his head at the fact that the coroner was being less than thorough with them, but quickly laughed when she mentioned his stomach complaining for a change, “But you exist on rabbit food and light beer. Of course you’re never hungry…”

As they exited the room and walked to the coroner’s office, Dean adjusted his face back to the stoic and intimidating young agent. He leaned his head back, watching the coroner over his the ridge of his nose as Mika gave him the orders, and pulled his own wallet out.

He flipped through the mass of business cards within his wallet, and finally pulled the one with his current alias, handing it to the coroner with two fingers, his face unflinching. He then gave a simple nod to the man, and turned to follow Mika as she left the room.

He leaned in close to her ear with a smirk, “I kinda like playing the guard dog…It makes me feel like one of those sexy renegades from those cop shows. Warm and fuzzies…”

He gave a small laugh, reaching forward to open a corridor door for her, as they entered the reception area. He leaned down again, placing his hand gently against her lower back, “And you’re a good boss…”

Opening the front door for her, he waited for her to step through, before following her outside, taking a breath of fresh air.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded his head at her hoping it wasn’t going to be a long hunt. He could agree. The last thing he wanted was to be on a long and drawn out mission, without Bobby or his dad with them. Usually, he ended up in way over his head on longer hunts, the more tired he got. He picked up one of the evidence bags that the coroner had laid out on the tray, just in case.

He held it up to Mika between two of his fingers, before dropping it back on the tray, “I think it’s definitely animal. He left these out for evidence, which means either they aren’t sure, or they suspected some pretty harsh murder evidence to come out of it.”

“I’ll grab the photos…”, Dean muttered, pulling his digital camera from his back pocket. He pulled his glove off, and flipped the file open, snapping quick photos of each page. Though, the idea of lunch definitely sounded amazing, as his stomach rumbled loudly.

“I’m definitely down for lunch. My body is screaming for a burger…”, he quipped as she finished her notes and he tucked his camera back into his pocket. He smiled widely at her, almost leaning in for a kiss, before straightening his jacket and shoving his hands in his pockets, “Miss Jett, after you…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean mulled over in his head the thought of a skin walker moving around outside of New Mexico. They tended to be very loyal to their hunting grounds, but considering they were human, at some point in their day, it wouldn’t be that big of a stretch that a young skin walker would be willing to leave, and run off on their own. He also thought back to the Wendigo that killed Mika’s parents and he swallowed hard.

“After we figure out what kind of animal it is, we can head to a gun store. I’m sure they have some big firepower…and we’re definitely going to need it, if my gut is correct.”, he chimed in, knowing that the grunt work was easier for him to do, than the people work, “And as far as I remember, skin walkers are basically just werewolves that can change into other things at will…so silver and a little patience, and we’re clear in this.”

Dean stepped closer to Mika. He was feeling confident but also nervous, like she was. If this was a skin walker of a larger or faster animal, it could smell trouble. If it wasn’t a skin walker, they could be stuck hanging around for a few days at the least, which meant more chance for trouble, and more chance for one of them to do something stupid.

“I’m sure he knows someone over at the crime lab. We could have him send the hair over there, run it through a few databases, and give them our cards?”, he suggested in a question, leaning down to catch her eyes.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean spread the wound a bit, seeing the hair that Mika was seeing, but not quite making out what it was, until she pulled it out with the tweezers. He leaned in close to her head as she held the hair up to the light, and he shook his head, “I don’t know.”

He walked over to where she had laid the file, and picked it up, flipping through it as she theorized. He narrowed his eyes, looking at how incomplete the file was, and thought about werewolves and their MO if they weren’t cutting hearts. Usually, fights between packs could end in a throat being ripped out, but from what he had seen in his time dealing with them, they were typically at a half stage, and so the bite would be mostly human.

“A skin walker? I thought those only existed down in New Mexico…”, he muttered, flipping the file shut, and laying it back on the tray he got it from, “If it’s a skin walker, it will be hard to suss out. I mean, it can be anything. Any animal. And we’re talking about something big. Do we even have a gun that big?”

Dean was almost paranoid it was a werewolf pack, even though he knew better. But the idea that a bear or a tiger was roaming around eating on people’s necks wasn’t much better of an option, in his mind.