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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean grunted, a small laugh leaving his lips when Mika told him not to break his back. He shifted Travers on his shoulders, and turned slightly to her as he walked, “As long as his ass doesn’t shift while he’s on my shoulder, if he’s our bear, I’ll manage.”

He entered the room, roughly throwing Travers on the bed, before he pulled a chair over beside him. He bent down, placing his hands on his knees to huff, before standing and stretching his back again as Mika stepped out to grab their bags. He pulled one of the other chairs to sit in front of the first one, just as she stepped back into the room.

As she pulled the rope from the bag and tossed it to him, he flinched but caught it, starting the process of tying Travers to the chair with skill. He layered the rope under Travers wrists, before lifting his arms and creating a triple wrap around each of his arms. He then wrapped the rope through the arms of the chair, and around Travers body several times, tying it tightly behind him.

As Dean stepped back, he cracked his back again, and stood near Mika with a huff, “So, now we just wait for him to wake up, unless you want me to play bad cop.”

He smirked, looking down at her.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean held Mika’s hand tightly, walking down stairs with her. He knew that they would probably get a few looks, coming down together, holding hands. The night before could have ended much worse than it did. But instead, they were on good terms, for the most part. The smell of coffee instantly hit his nose as they entered the living room, and he scratched his chest absentmindedly in anticipation for his first drink of the day, “Maybe she learned to cook…”

He muttered the words back down to Mika, before lifting his his head to glance over at Natalia, “Good morning, my lovely sister…”

As he said the words, Sam and Anna appeared from the basement, and Sam chimed in to Nat, who made her snarky comment about him, “Hey! I have never done anything to deserve what you do to me. Cold water. Turning the hot water heater off before my shower. Hiding my boots, my car keys, whatever else you don’t want me to get ahold of to leave…”

“And I can cook. Can Sam cook? I made one mistake before I saw how…fun…you are, and you hold it against me forever.”, he released Mika’s hand, stepping up beside Nat to sweetly kiss her cheek, “Thanks for cooking breakfast, sis.”

Cason

Cason watched Esme’s face carefully as she went through what he could tell were both good and painful memories of Dean Winchester. His heart sank, as he sat down in the chair by the window, crossing his legs. As she came out of her thoughts, and scooted off the bed to go and take a shower, he raised his eyes to meet her face, “I’ll be here.”

He chewed at the skin on his lips, waiting patiently for her to come out of the bathroom. Sarah jumped off the bed, coming over to place her head lovingly on his leg, as if to try and calm his nerves. He both regretted and didn’t regret kissing Esme. It wasn’t the ideal first kiss, but it was something he had wanted to do for days.

As she came out of the bathroom, and began collecting her things, Cason watched, his fingers on his chin with his elbow propped on the table. Her voice startled him a bit as she apologized. He brought his hand into the air and waved her off, “Don’t be…”

He let her finish and shrugged his shoulders, “Call me a civilized demon that’s smitten, I guess. Throwing water never occurred to me. You kissed me back, though…”

Annabeth

Anna giggled at Sam’s words about Natalia. She quietly hoped Nat would like her as well, considering her connection to Sam. She took Sam’s hand, carefully walking up the stairs, where they were met by a flurry of activity, from Natalia cooking, to the others showing up with their own loud talking. Anna couldn’t help but smile, her hand running up Sam’s arm as he joked with Nat.

She met Nat’s eyes and smiled politely, “Thanks Nat.”, she muttered to her, before turning to Sam, “Time for you to save the day.”

She laughed quietly, stepping away from Sam to go and pour a cup of coffee for herself. The coffee smelled amazing, and she was dying to have a drink. But Dean stepped up next to her, after finally leaving Nat alone. He stared down at her with a smirk on his face, causing her to scan up to his eyes, and shove an empty mug into his chest.

“Good morning Anna…”, he chimed, taking the empty mug from her to pour himself a cup of coffee, “How are you doing this morning?”

“I’m um…fine! I feel brand new. Apparently I hadn’t been high long enough to really make an impact that surpassed…Sam.”, she answered him back, which caused his eyebrows to raise.

“You don’t say…”, he turned toward Sam, catching his brother’s eyesight briefly with his eyebrows waggling and his tongue between his teeth.

“You’re so disgusting.”, Anna scoffed, slapping Dean hard in the chest, before walking across to sit on the counter behind Sam, as he helped Natalia cook.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed and nodded at Mika’s words, placing a hand over both his eyes as he closed them in nervous frustration. As they made their way to the motel, Dean tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, a bit nervous around the clones of the town, and the prospect of having a hostage to deal with that might be a skin walker.

As Mika stepped out of the car, Dean shook out of his daze, looking over to him as she gave instructions. He nodded, opening his door and stepping our to slip around to the back door near Travers to keep an eye on him. He stood with his back against the car, waiting for Mika.

As she came back out, spinning the ring around her finger, he smirked, “Awesome. Let me grab the cargo, and we’ll go. Just stay back, in case he wakes up. If he’s a skin walker, he’s gonna turn into a very pissed off, very confused Bear. No reason for both of us to get mauled…”

He opened the door, and leaned in, wrapping his arms around Traver’s waist again. He pulled him onto his shoulder and stood with a loud groan, turning to Mika.

“Get the door for me…”, he grunted, walking past her toward their room.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded his head as he went over the options for where to take the man. If he was involved with the skin walkers, there was no way they would be able to defend themselves properly in some unfamiliar area, if they showed up to rescue him, or if for some reason he was the skin walker. He stared through the windshield for a second, and then turned to Mika.

“We can take him to the motel, make sure he stays out until we get there. You can go in and take care of any stationary or anything that would tell him where we’re staying…I’ll tie him up.”, he spoke clearly, tapping his fingers on the dash with his words,. He turned back to her.

“But before we let him go, if we let him go, I’ll knock him back out and stow him in the trunk. We can let him go on the road, and get out of there.”, he explained with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, as it wasn’t completely fool proof. If he woke up early, before they were able to get inside the motel room and get him tied up, all hell could break loose.

He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back in the seat to let her know he was ready to go, and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s the best bet we have…”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison kept her smile on her face, watching Esme pull from her to go and eat her breakfast. Madison had forgotten about food, not completely needing to eat, although she wondered what food would taste like, since she was different. She turned her eyes back to Sam with a small nod in agreement that she wanted to try out her powers on exterior wounds later on. The idea of being able to help people made her heart swell in her chest, and made her feel just a little more normal, with the Winchesters.

She didn’t feel scared around Dean, at the moment, since he had shown that he was both impressed by her, and had a use for her. Those two things together calmed her enough for her to stand near him, without as much fear. Even if Dean didn’t like her, being of use to him was better than being a monster.

Madison turned her eyes toward Esme as Sam spoke and laughed gently, “She’s a weird human, but I do…like her. She’s nice. She likes food. She likes me, and Dean likes her.”

She beamed at Sam, her eyes shifting toward Esme briefly at the noises she made around her burrito.

Dean Winchester

As Esme’s hand pulled away from his waist, Dean flinched and let the food bag go as she grabbed it. He watched her all the way to the table, with his eyebrows raised. He had almost forgotten they had bought food, but he knew she was starving long before they left the motel. She was likely ravenous now.

When she took a bite of her burrito and exclaimed her appreciation for it, Dean’s heart melted and he smiled over at her, shaken only by his brother’s joking words. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other with a small smirk, proud that his brother and Esme were having a bit of banter about the similarities between Esme and himself.

Dean didn’t necessarily agree that they were that similar, but he could agree that he was easy to pick up bad habits from. He had his fair share of bad habits. He couldn’t help but laugh, when Sam chimed in that he could see why Dean would like Esme so much, and shook his head.

“I’ve been trying to tell you. I swear she’s the one that got away…”, he spoke honestly, only to his brother, stepping close before patting Sam on the chest with a wink. Esme was truly the only girl he had really mourned over, as far as relationships went. Their relationship was short lived, and fiery, but it had touched a chord in Dean that he didn’t know existed.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean grunted as he carried the unconscious dead weight across his shoulders, carefully stepping at a quick pace across the pavement toward Mika, after seeing her signal. He tightened his grip on Mr. Travers arm as he stepped up close to the car and kicked the door open further, following Mika’s instructions. Carefully bending down, he lowered the man into the seat, cupping his neck so he didn’t fall over. He then reached up and yanked at the seatbelt, pulling it across his unconscious body, and clicking it into place to keep him from rolling around or flying forward when they stopped.

Bringing Mr. Travers’ head back to the head rest, Dean carefully let go of him and stood to stretch his back with a loud ‘pop’, deciding right then and there that he needed to start lifting more weights, and gain some muscle on his still slender frame.

He shut the back door of the Impala and stepped up to the passenger front door, opening it as he stared around at the people who weren’t looking at them, and slipped inside with a loud sigh, “Well, that was about as fun as pulling teeth. I was able to choke this guy out in the middle of the sidewalk, and people walked around us like we were traffic cones…”

Dean’s eyes showed his confusion as he ran his hand through his hair, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow, and then tapped the dashboard with his fingers, “We should go, but where do we take him?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

As he got off the phone, Dean smiled back down at her with a sigh. He glanced to the door as Nat called through to them and rolled his eyes, “Yeah it seems that way. I don’t want to deal with Nat throwing cold water on me again for missing breakfast. I’m up!”

He quickly shuffled to the edge of the bed, looking down at his torso, and then over to his clothes. He lazily picked his bloody jeans off the floor and slipped them over his legs, deciding that he would grab his bag and get dressed later. For now, he just wanted to get down stairs before he managed to piss Natalia off.

He then remembered something that made him smirk as he buckled his belt, “Sam slept in the vault last night, right? You don’t think he and Anna…Sweet little Anna.”

Dean shook his head, snickering at the thought of his brother being brave enough to even kiss her outside of desperation. Although, it wouldn’t be the first time they had been hot and heavy, just the first time they had been alone long enough to make anything out of it. He stepped over to Mika, and leaned down placing one sweet kiss on her lips, before reaching his hand out for hers, “Let’s go make a grand entrance, and no…I’m not putting on a shirt.”

Cason

Cason smiled as Esme kissed him back, and started to deepen the kiss against her lips just as she woke up and shoved him. He held his hands up to apologize and explain himself, but she punched him, causing a loud and defeated groan to leave his lips as he stepped back from the bed, sitting roughly on his ass on the floor.

“I’m sorry. Esme I’m sorry…”, he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, “You wouldn’t wake up and I tried everything I knew. Sarah tried. I tried. So, I had to improvise and…”

When Esme asked if he had talked to Dean, he sighed, relieved that she at least partially understood what he was trying to do, “Yes. Yes he did. I called him, because he’s the only one who knows you better than me, and he told me…to kiss you.”

Annabeth

Anna stared up at Sam and smiled. His skin was always so relaxing to her, for some reason. He was like a walking Xanax, even now, with the demon blood situation. She groaned outwardly at the idea of getting up coming up again. She had to admit after two days of not eating, she was starving. So, she simply nodded at his request for her to eat, “Alright. Let’s go.”

As Anna heard Natalia’s voice ringing down from all the way upstairs, she chuckled, glancing over at Sam to see his smile. She was glad he had woke up smiling this morning. Her mind flashed back to their time the night before, while chaos was breaking out around them, and she blushed a bit, standing from the makeshift bed.

Being already dressed, she stepped over to him, and slipped under his arm, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, “She’s playing mom, which means we have probably thirty seconds to get up there, before she starts throwing things at us…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared at the guy as he walked away from them, but shook his head at the idea of going after him in the car. Dean wasn’t in the mood to be polite, after watching someone lie straight to Mika’s face over a situation so serious. If the guy was a part of it, niceties were going out the window.

“I’ll grab him. You get the car…”, he muttered as he started to walk off. But Mika’s phone buzzing stopped him in his tracks, and he looked down at her, waiting to see what the phone call was about. When she met his eyes, and confirmed that their hair was from a bear, his face hardened a bit.

“Get the car…”, he spoke plainly, stepping away from her at a jog. He jogged up to Mr. Travers, closing the gap pretty easily before clapping a rough hand against the man’s shoulder, squeezing him hard, “Hey buddy! So we just got off the phone with someone, and um…I think you should come with us. We can do this the easy way…or my way.”

As he realized that Mr. Travers was just going to stand there, and be stubborn in his fear, Dean brought his arms up around his neck, choking him out slowly. He squeezed a bit tighter as the man fought against him, and slowly lowered him to the ground. Panting from the effort, he looked around. No one seemed to care that he had just choked this man out in the middle of the sidewalk. They simply walked on, which caused one of his eyebrows to raise.

Not having time to contemplate, He pulled Mr. Travers into a limp sitting position and bent down, hoisting his body onto his shoulders with a loud grunt and popping of his back. Adjusting him, he began walking back toward the parking area, hoping that Mika would catch up and give some relief before his back gave out under the man’s weight.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean started to step forward, his hand coming out to grab the man’s jacket as he spoke to Mika with snark. But he refrained, letting Mika handle it as nicely as possible before he had to become the heavy. However, when he responded to Mika’s observation with deflection, Dean raised his nose into the air, staring down at Mr. Travers over his cheek bones.

He let his hands relax from the fists they were clenched into when Mr. Travers walked away, tempted to go and grab him. He knew something, or at least had a hunch. Either way, he was someone they could get more info out of with the right push of the buttons. He turned to Mika, relaxing his body language and sighed.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have let him walk off. He was terrified. I could have shaken it out of him, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.”, he muttered, flexing his hands from the tension of having them clenched so tightly. He looked around the street to see if anyone else had noticed the interaction, but no one was even looking at them.

“We either need to figure out where he’s headed, or we need to get more info on him. What do you think?”, he asked her, wanting to make sure she was at least partially in the lead on the case, “I can still get to him, if you want me to go knock him out. I just might need help getting him into the trunk…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded his head at Mika’s plan, a bit impressed that she was taking such control of the situation. He stood from the booth with her and stepped up close to her, but smiled down at her face as she placed the keys in his jacket pocket. The small touch to his torso caused him to be distracted for a second, as he was semi fed, and his adrenaline was starting to rise at the idea of a hunt.

He cleared his throat and followed her out of the diner, headed for the car. As she mentioned jogging in heels, his eyebrows raised and he watched her as she stepped away from him. He kept them raised, watching her jog away in her impossible shoes, He shook himself from his thoughts, wanting to get back to her as fast as possible and pulled the keys from his jacket pocket. He opened the backseat drivers door, gently laying the food in the back seat, before clicking the lock and turning to jog back to Mika.

As Dean stepped back up behind Mika, he pulled his own badge, even though she was no longer holding hers, and flashed it to the man, before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, to loom over Mika’s back as an incentive for the man to be honest with them.

“Mr. Tavers, have you seen anything that would make you so nervous? We saw you talking to the cops. They probably didn’t believe you.”, Dean chimed in, pulling a hand from his pocket to place it on his chest, “We will. Trust me. We’re not average agents…”

He glanced to Mika, his face never moving from his intimidating expression and then turned back to Mr. Tavers, “Tell us what you told him.”