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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean lowered his eyes to the ground as Travers spoke about his wife. Their story was similar to his and Mika’s causing his stomach to ache a bit. If Mika was in the same situation as Travers wife, Dean wouldn’t have the heart to hurt her, either. He would do anything he had to, in order to keep her safe, even if she was a monster. He knew that. He had given it thought before.

“Carrie.”, Dean started, putting a name to a description finally, which made him feel even more terrible for the guy. He pulled his gun back, looking him over briefly, before making a decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret, “I’m going to release your arms. If you try to run, I promise I will shoot off both your knee caps before you can make it to the door.”

Dean stood from the bed, and stepped around behind Travers, pulling the release slip on the knot he had tied, and started to pull he ropes from Travers arms carefully. He kept his gun trained against Travers back, walking his way around to his front, “Show me a photo of Carrie…”

He sighed and stood over him, holding his gun down toward his legs as he tapped his fingers against the grip, patiently waiting for Mika to return. He knew it could be a while, and he was taking a risk, but he could handle a human.

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Dean watched Mika leave, reluctantly, as he didn’t want her out there on her own. But he knew that they had to get every bit of info they could, while they had a chance. And Travers had to stay put. Dean’s head perked up when Travers started to speak again, looking down at him with a bit of a glare, “Well, we’ll untie you once we check things out. Then, you can show me the picture of your wife, and hopefully she hasn’t killed anyone by then. Until then, you sit.”

His breath hitched in his throat a bit when Travers mentioned Mika being his girlfriend. He shook his head at first, “Hunters don’t really do relationships. You know about us. You should know that.”

But after a few moments, he sat on the bed, keeping his gun trained on Travers’ legs and sighed, “We’ve been close for a while. Started out high school friends, and circumstances made us hunting partners. I have to warn you…she’s just as tough as me, just nicer.”

Dean scoffed, but continued his words, “But if anyone, or anything touched a hair on their head, they would be dead before they could drop their hand. Wanted to let you know, in case you were digging…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smirked at Esme’s retort to him, but sighed happily when she took his arm. He reached across and took her bags from her, walking out to the car.

When they arrived back to the junk yard, Cason’s stomach knotted a bit, wondering if anyone would actually want him in the house after what had happened the night before. He dreaded seeing Dean’s face, or even the reactions to his presence. He hoped he wouldn’t ruin the morning when he walked in.

Turning to Esme before they got out of the car, he sighed, “Are you cool? I mean I doubt anyone’s going to hold anything against you. Me on the other hand…”

He shrugged his shoulders, before opening the passenger door and stepping out. He closed his door and walked around quickly to hers, Sarah following close behind him. Opening Esme’s door, he offered a hand to her, being extra sweet this morning.

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a way that said ‘you’re not wrong’, when Sam mentioned that Mika liked him covered in bruises. It was a weird hunter couple thing, with them. Give Dean a black eye and Mika was all over it, not that Dean minded at all.

As Sam feigned being hurt at Anna and Dean’s joking, Dean brought his hands up to his face pretending to cry for Sam and then gave Anna a wink as she hugged Sam’s waist. There was something about them, all cuddled up against the counter that gave Dean the warm and fuzzies. His brother rarely latched onto anyone, or really allowed anyone close to him, anymore. Not that Dean could blame him, with his track record of dead women. He laughed, at Nat’s reaction waving his hand around, “Yeah, yeah. I’m Mika’s favorite for more than one reason…and I’ve always had two sisters. One of these days? You’ll let me cut that Disney Princess hair.”

Anna laughed, ruffling her fingers roughly through Sam’s hair as she shook her head at Dean, “I disagree. I’ll chop off your hands.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, shocked at sweet little Anna protecting his gigantic brother, “Wow, Sammy. Your hair has a very tiny, very mean bodyguard. Hey…HEY BOBBY!”

As Dean finished his sentence, he turned to wave at Bobby in the living room, and caught Mika as she stepped by, “We were just talking about favorites and she walks through the room…”

Bobby Singer

Bobby sighed contently, at the sound of laughing coming from his kitchen. It was a more than welcome sight after all the fighting. He waved Mika off, “Well, go enjoy the quiet. Dean’s laughing, the little girl is laughing and talking. Might not last long.”

He spoke honestly as he sat down with his coffee, and placed it on his makeshift coaster, kicking back in his chair to watch the kids. Hearing Sam’s greeting, Bobby lifted his head from his chest and called back to him, just as Dean chimed in as well, “Morning boys!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean narrowed his eyes, raising his nose into the air just a bit as Travers asked to be untied. He pulled his gun back out of his waistband and held it at his side, while shaking his head, “No. You can stay here, while one of us goes out and tests everything you just said. I let you go, and if you’re lying, we’re back where we started.”

Dean was glad at that moment that he was so paranoid. He knew that if he wasn’t there were unlimited opportunities for Travers to get away, and go and tell all of his contacts about the hunters in town. Being that there were only two of them, he couldn’t take that chance.

“Mika. You can go into town, or go out and make some calls, whichever you feel like, and see if you can track down any information about his wife. We need pictures, workplace, birthday, all the info.”, Dean explained to Mika before turning back to Travers. He stepped over to the table and pulled the extra chair, before sitting, his gun resting gently on his thigh.

“I hope, for your sake, you’re telling the truth.”, he muttered softly, his eyes trained on Travers’ face.

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Dean sighed, ending the sigh with a low growl at how frustrating this hunt had become. He would honestly rather have fought a werewolf than a roaming gang of skinwalkers. They could be anything. He listened to Travers explain his wife’s actions, and the fact that she seemed to be involved in some sort of secretive group. He sent a frustrated glance over to Mika as she spoke about the gang out loud.

“Great. That’s wonderful.”, Dean scoffed, shifting from one foot to the other, “So, the cops are in on this. Any weirdo in this town can be part of this…”

He brought a hand up to massage his eyebrows, just as Mika turned to him once again. He opened his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation but kept his voice almost a whisper, “What do you want to do?! You want to fight a potential army of animals with just the two of us? I don’t know about you, but I don’t like those odds. This wasn’t supposed to be an ‘abandon all hope’ kind of hunt…”

He sighed, as Travers spoke up in desperation, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight before turning back to him, “I can’t promise you anything. I don’t normally help monsters…and she’s acting like a monster. But I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let her live. I won’t touch a hair on her head unless I’m forced to, but you’re going to give me the name of every single person you even suspect might be a part of this.”

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Dean sighed, relieved as Travers finally broke at the idea of having his kneecap blown off. He kept his gun pressed against Travers leg, making sure that he explained completely, before he backed off. Being called a bulldog, Dean smirked dangerously, until Travers spoke about his wife.

He removed the gun from Travers leg and stepped back, keeping the barrel pointed at him as he watched his face, his eyes narrowed, letting Mika ask the questions. Dean faltered, sighing and closing his eyes as he pressed the hammer forward on his pistol and shoved it in his waistband.

“I would do everything I had to do. But your wife is killing people, man.”, Dean sighed, stepping closer to Mika, “What do you think is wrong with her? You said she’s not normally like this. People don’t just snap and kill strangers.”

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she had any clue what was going on, and then back to Travers, “What changes have you noticed?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Dean turned to Natalia as Annabeth walked away from him, his pride hurt a bit. He gave her a scowl, and held his coffee up, “You’re a smartass, you know that? I’m gonna make you like me, one day. It’s only fair. I’m your big brother, after all. I’m supposed to take care of you, not…this. But, we are a lot of like, so it’s only right that you’re as big of an asshole as I am.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of coffee as he watched Anna walk away. He mocked Sam as he chimed in over the conversation with Anna but nodded his head, taking another long drink of coffee when he asked about Mika, “I think everything’s good. Honestly. My face is complaining, but she doesn’t seem to be. Stop laughing, Bitch.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself up onto the blank counter top to hover over his coffee as he watched his little family buzz around the kitchen.

Bobby had just pulled himself out of bed when Mika showed up at his bedroom door. He heard her familiar knock, and opened the door carefully, “Good morning, darlin.”

He took the coffee from her hand without being prompted, closing his bedroom door behind him as he stepped out into the living room. Snaking an arm around Mika’s shoulders, he hugged her to him briefly, before stepping over to his normal place at his desk, “How are you feeling this morning? They all sound mighty happy, considering what they went to bed to…”

Cason

“Okay. It couldn’t possibly be because…”, Cason started as he watched Esme’s body language. He stopped his words, as to not cause her to punch him again. He stood from the chair and stretched, his wounds from the night before mostly healed.

Sarah stepped up between them, seemingly happy that they were together and getting along. Cason couldn’t help but reach a hand down to pat her head, as he agreed that things were decent, and Esme seemed not completely against being near him, and wasn’t even mad about the kiss. It was a win for him, for the day.

He held his arm out, offering it to Esme, as he stepped toward the door, “Let’s go see what state your merry band of dicks is in, this morning?”

Cason moved his arm a bit, asking for her to grab it, while Sarah nudged between them both lovingly.

Annabeth

Annabeth giggled at Sam’s teasing of Dean. The whole room seemed totally different from the day before, and she was relieved. She was also relieved that no one had brought up the fact that she had just shown up back at the house drenched in blood. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with anyone but Sam, at the moment.

She leaned forward, as Sam teased Dean, and ran her fingers through the back of Sam’s hair lovingly, pulling him back to lean his back against the counter between her legs. Even sitting on the counter, he was too tall for her to place her head on his shoulder. So, keeping her hand in his hair, she leaned to look around him as she smiled.

“Dean…if it will wipe the pathetic off your face, you’re my favorite.”, she teased, winking at Dean, who raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes up to Sam’s.

“I’m…her favorite. Wow. I’m flattered. Sam, I’m so sorry…”, he joked back, raising his hand before taking a drink of coffee. He lowered the mug and nodded, “Thanks Anna. That means a lot.”

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Dean snarled at Travers, tightening his hand around his gun as his other hand came across his face with a heavy punch, “I will be the last face you see, if you don’t talk…”

As he leaned back, shaking his hand, Mika took over long enough to warn Travers that this wasn’t going to go his way if he kept his mouth shut. He paced in front of him, before hearing him speak about hunters, which caused Dean to smirk, waving his gun at him, “There it is. So, you’re not stupid. I’m not just a hunter…”

Dean suddenly lunged forward, placing both his hands against the arms of the chair, over Travers’ arms, “I’m the most dangerous man you’ve ever seen, and I’m losing my patience. She’s the nice one, here.”

He shoved himself away, tilting the barrel of his hand gun down to rest against Travers’ knee, “Now. What do you know? Anything. This situation only goes two ways, and I’m itching with impatience.”

Dean’s face was deadly serious as he pressed the barrel harder against Travers’ thigh, his finger hovering over the trigger.

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Dean flinched as Travers began panicking. He stepped forward aggressively, pulled his gun forward, tapping it gently against Travers’ cheek as he brought his other hand up to press a finger to his lips, “Stop. Screaming. Just calm down, before I gag you. We’re not FBI, and if you lie to us, you’ll find out why we’re a hell of a lot worse than those guys.”

“We didn’t tie you up here for no reason. You’re not the victim here. So talk. We know…what you know.”, Dean nearly growled at him, removing his gun barrel from his face to stand in front of him, his gaze intimidating as he stood up straight, “How did you know about the bear?”

Dean slowly loosened his tie from his neck, slipping it free from his collar, before unbuttoning a few of the top buttons of his shirt. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it onto the table, as he stood in front of Mika, staring down at their captive.

Dean watched Travers face, glancing over at Mika with a look that said ‘he’s not going to break easily’, before bowing to look Travers in the eyes with his blazing green eyes. He scanned the man’s eyes and sighed, “What…do you know…about the bear? Just answer me. I’m not really in the mood to get my hands bloody, today…”

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Dean’s smirk turned into an intrigued pout as he nodded his head, before bobbling it back and forth, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

When she stepped a bit closer, placing her hand on his arm before leaning in for a kiss, he smiled, kissing her back. He let the kiss linger for a few moments, before pulling away, “You act like the guy is gonna spring up and kill me, or something. Not that I’m complaining about you kissing me…like ever. But I’ll be fine.”

He turned his hand so that he could reach around and take her arm that was against his, sliding his hand down to hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Letting go of her hand, he pulled his pistol from his waistband and stepped up to Travers carefully. He also pulled a bandana from his back pocket, tossing it on the table close Travers, in case he decided to scream.

“Alright, buddy. Time to rise and shine.”, he chimed, picking up Travers’ chin with his fingers. When Travers didn’t wake up right away, Dean lowered two fingers to his neck, making sure he had a pulse, before pulling his hand back and slapping him across the face, “C’mon. Don’t make me beat you up…”