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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean leaned forward, not catching Sam’s glare but worried about Madison’s sudden outburst of worry. He reached a hand across the table to try and say something to her to potentially calm her, if not just to prevent the entire house from exploding. But Sam got to her first. He watched how gentle his brother was with Madison, and couldn’t help but soften his gaze.

When Sam turned back to him, after seemingly handling Madison’s panic easily, Dean raised an eyebrow and barely noticed his brother speaking to him, until he shook himself from his thoughts and shook his head at Sam.

“It’s been years, but I don’t remember her ever reacting that way to a facial expression. I mean, maybe it was because I didn’t laugh fast enough? Is she scared of me, because I went to Hell?”, Dean asked, completely confused by the sudden change in demeanor. He was definitely a different person than he was the last time she held his hand, but his personality hadn’t changed that much, had it?

Madison

Madison flinched a bit as Sam’s hands came to hers, taking her food away before holding her hands so gently. She took a deep breath as Sam looked into her eyes, just trying to concentrate on his demeanor, and how unmoved he seemed by Esme leaving. She wrapped her fingers around his, nodding her head slightly, but the light in her eyes didn’t completely fade, only flickering as she stared at him.

She was so afraid Esme was really gone, and with Dean, she didn’t know if she could trust Sam to protect her. Castiel would be her only hope without someone there to calm Dean when he got paranoid and angry, which she had gathered he would do often.

When he leaned in and whispered in her ear, the amber light in her eyes completely faded, as if turning down a dimmer switch and she took another deep breath, nodding, “I believe her too…”

Madison watched Dean as he spoke and she frowned, wondering who Dean was before his trip to Hell. Was he more fun? Was he more understanding, and gentle, like Sam? The questions buzzed around in her head until Sam said that he was getting up, and left to go to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry I scared you, okay?”, Dean apologized honestly, tapping his knuckles on the table in front of him, just as Sam returned with the beers. Dean leaned back in his chair, patting Sam’s arm as he patted his chest, and nodded absentmindedly. He hadn’t tried to do the whole relationship thing in so long that he wasn’t even sure what giving someone space looked like, anymore.

Madison trailed her eyes up to Dean’s face, watching him pick up his beer and take a drink. She sighed, and crossed her arms, waiting patiently for Esme to hopefully walk back through the door.

Later

Madison

Madison’s head perked up at the sound of a car door closing, at the same time that Dean’s did. As Esme stepped into the house, Madison’s heart fluttered with excitement, turning to smile widely at Sam as Dean stood from his chair and followed her. Madison reached a hand out and took Sam’s hand, “You were right! Like always, you were right.”

She spoke excitedly, buzzing with excitement that she had everyone back in one place. Well, everyone but Castiel, but he was off doing angel stuff, whatever that was. She let his hand go awkwardly, and pushed her hair behind her ears, shrugging her shoulders, “Sorry I got so scared and almost blasted you. But I can help you with the rest of the stuff in the car!”

Dean Winchester

Dean’s ears perked up the second that the car door closed, standing from his chair quickly to run to the door. He had held out hope that Esme would definitely be back, but there was still a clenching feeling in his stomach that he could quite swallow down as he waited. He reached for the doorknob, just as Esme stepped through and he gasped at her appearance, following her.

Shooting a glance back at Sam, he silently told him to take care of the rest while he checked on her and followed her into the kitchen. Reaching a hand out, he took the bags from her, and sat them down on the floor beside the refrigerator, taking her hips in both his hands and pushing her back toward the counter.

“What the hell happened? Let me look.”, he asked with slightly widened eyes, the panic evident on his face. She hadn’t been gone long, but he hadn’t been there to protect her from whatever had happened and his stomach ached thinking about someone or something laying hands on her, like the old days.

He reached a hand up and grabbed for the hand that held the bandana to her face, peeling it away, and taking the bandana between his fingers to look at the cut on her face, “Esme. Dammit. What did this? Was it a human? I’ll run back right now. You just tell me where and I’ll give them a nice dental makeover. Are you hurt anywhere else.”

In his panic, he hovered his hands along her torso, glancing around as if he could see through her shirt. It was a mixture of actual worry, guilt, and anger that someone would even do that to her face, much less any other part of her body. He took a deep breath and rested his hand against her uninjured cheek, closing his eyes to calm his nerves as he stood with her, giving her a chance to speak.

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Dean tilted his head to the side as if he was thinking, and then he shrugged, “I’ll work on dad. Don’t worry. His problem with you is more with my inability to work when you’re around. You’re capable of taking care of yourself, now.”

He kissed her deeply, fighting to keep his hand from tightening around her hip, and starting things all over again, like they were known to do. If they didn’t get up soon, they would likely be run out. So, putting his dirtier thoughts on pause, he carefully pulled away from the kiss and pecked her lips, “But for now, we need to put a pause on this, and get dressed. I don’t want to, but I don’t want to tempt whatever timer they have us on.”

Dean frowned and brushed a bit of hair from her cheek with his hand, leaning in to place one final kiss against her lips before tearing himself from her. He rolled off the bed and stood up, stretching his sore muscles, raising his arms high above his head with a groan. He stepped back from the bed and walked over to his clothes that were scattered around the end of the bed, gathering them as he started getting redressed.

“I’m kinda ready to get back to our own bed anyway.”, he teased, shooting a toothy grin over to her.

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Dean leaned down and kissed her stomach again with a wide smile, thinking about Bobby’s reactions to them having ‘fun times’ in his house in the past. It was always nice to go on hunts, because they were free to do whatever they pleased in between business, without having to worry about disturbing the old man from his research.

“I don’t wanna move. You’re a good pillow and I’m comfortable too.”, he grumbled, wrapping his arm further around her waist to pull her close to him. He laid his head down on her stomach once more and nuzzled into her, “But unfortunately, they’re probably waiting for us to leave…and I’d hate for them to break in on us, like this. It’s a bit harder to defend yourself in the nude.”

He chuckled, lifting his head before crawling up the bed to lay beside her. Now nose to nose with her, he pulled her face to his for a gentle kiss, pushing all of the small strands of hair stuck to her face away. His hand came to rest gently against her hip, and he smiled against her lips, “But if things go well with my dad, maybe we can have our own room. God knows I’m not going to want to stay with the old man, if you’re around…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled brightly against Mika’s neck as she stroked his hair and agreed with him. His shoulders fell as he thought about a normal vacation, maybe with an ocean and some drinks. Mika in a bathing suit wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. As she turned to him, he leaned into her hand with his cheek, pulling her closer to his body, “I’ll hold you to that. I love you too. Let’s get ready to go before I get used to this again…”

He smirked and leaned in, kissing her deeply for a moment. Pulling back, he nuzzled her nose, pecking her lips one more time, “I have a really long drive ahead of me.”

Dean reluctantly pulled back from her, bringing his hands to her arms. He slid his fingers down her arms and into hers, holding one of her hands while his other reached over for her bag. He shifted it to his shoulder, leaning down to pick his up, and turned toward the door, pulling her behind him.

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled gently at Sam’s attempt to reassure her about his time with Dean. She had to admit that she was worried about what Dean was going to say, and whether he would bring up the fact that she was both a distraction, and something someone could use against Sam. Then again, he had his own distractions to worry about, between Mika and Esme. She nodded, but when he mentioned he would be texting her, she raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re smitten on me…”, she giggled, but glanced up at Natalia as Sam did, her eyebrows furrowing. Hearing the news, she turned her eyes back to Sam’s face, confused as to what exactly the barricades would consist of.

“So, its worse than just stopping some super powerful demon. Now we have to fight our way through?”, she asked, turning from Sam to Nat, and back to Sam.

Cason

Cason took a deep breath as Esme spoke, knowing that she was ready to argue with him, until she noticed his touch. He waited for the punch, or slap, but she was calm and simply asked him the reason for his particular method. His reasoning? He wanted to touch her. That was it. And it was a lot more conspicuous to touch her near bundles of clothing than it would have been to just pick up her hand.

“Your hip was more convenient.”, he whispered back to her, just before she pulled away from him. Sighing, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and watched her finish her beer, before turning back to him as she walked toward the door. Raising his eyebrows, impressed that his plan had actually gotten through to her, he turned and followed her like a puppy.

As Cason walked behind Esme, he jogged to step up near her, running a single finger down her bicep all the way to her hand with her keys. He dug between her fingers and snatched her keys from her, kissing her cheek quickly before jogging around to the drivers side of her car, “I’m driving. I felt your vibe back there and you could use a bit of time to get your shit together. Let me help. Get in.”

Shooting her a bright smile, he opened the drivers door and sat down in the seat, turning the engine over without a chance for Esme to complain too much. If she wouldn’t let him in personally, he would just protect her until she made him leave or killed him…either were options, at this point.

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Dean smiled, bringing his lips back to hers as she unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down, pushing at them with her feet. He was glad to see that she was just as excited as he was to just unwind. He kicked his pants the rest of the way off, taking both her hands and guiding them above her head, pressing them together with one hand as he pressed his chest against hers.

Maybe they could wash the stress off this hunt, and be more relaxed when they broke the bad news…both of them, to Bobby.

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Dean laid with his head on Mika’s stomach, catching his breath with a smile. He traced light circles around her navel with his fingers, taking in the goosebumps he was still able to cause. He pulled his head up and smiled up at her sweetly, “So much for getting out of town early.”

He laughed lightly and bent to place a careful kiss to her skin, “I think they might understand stress relief, and we saved Bobby from having to listen in.”

He was honestly just glad she was okay, banged up and bruised or not. She was fine, and the hunt was over, for the most part. He had managed to save her, and prevent any serious injuries for once. With all things considered, he was on a high, and it was a high he could get used to.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean’s smirk raised a bit into a smile as Mika stepped into the room. He pulled his fresh pair of jeans over his feet as she spoke up, “I might be. But I like your leggings…easier to take off than jeans.”

He chuckled, and buttoned his jeans as he looked down at her, arms around his waist smirking up him. The sight caused his heart to melt a bit. Maybe it was because they were standing in the middle of their bedroom, that they shared, or maybe it was the fact that she was the only person he seemed to be able to protect in all of this. But her smile brought him a glimmer of hope.

Sitting on the bed to pull his boots on, Dean watched her get dressed after she pulled away, absentmindedly tying his boots up slowly. But he had barely noticed she was fully dressed and speaking to him, until he noticed the inflection in her voice asking a question. He raised his eyebrows and snapped his eyes to meet hers with a shrug, “What? Oh…yeah I’m fine. There’s just a lot on the plate, you know? I haven’t had a lot of time to process things.”

He stood up after his boots were both tied, and grabbed his duffel bag off the floor, stepping up to Mika’s back. Burying his face in her neck, he sighed deeply, and placed a kiss to her skin, his free hand coming to rest against her hip, “When all this craziness is over, if it’s ever over, me and you are going to take a long vacation.”

Annabeth

Annabeth couldn’t help but smile widely at Natalia’s enthusiasm. She was already starting to feel safe, mentally around the youngest Winchester, and she couldn’t help but smile when the woman made jokes. She leaned in close to Sam, and sighed glancing up at his face to judge his expression.

She simply nodded to him, letting him know that she was fine, just worried about the drive without him, “Should be a good way for some of us to get to know each other, I guess. I haven’t had any time with Mika since…well you know.”
Anna furrowed her brow thinking about the fight that was likely going to take place in the Impala and how nasty Dean’s tongue could be when he was angry. There was a reason she was afraid of him. Her experiences with Dean hadn’t exactly been polite ones. She brought her other hand down to reach across Sam’s body and grab his free hand, turning her body to face him, “Are you sure you’re going to be able to ride with your brother without dying in some fiery crash? No fist fighting in the front seat?”, she couldn’t fight back the tiny smirk that curled in the corners of her mouth.

Cason

Cason reached out and wrapped an arm around Esme’s waist gently, noticing that she was still in a zoned out place in her mind. He gripped her waist a bit and leaned in close to her ear, “You okay? I can drive if you need a minute. I know things got a little heated in here when the angel showed up.”

He pulled back and stared at her face for a moment, scanning her eyes before speaking again after reading a bit of her emotion, “Or do you just want to get out of here, now? We have an address. We can take our time.”

Cason gave a sweet smile, trying to help project a bit of his own energy onto her as his fingers scrunched the fabric of her shirt, wiggling until he could touch the skin just above her hip with his thumb in small strokes. He softened his gaze and worked on projecting calm as best he could.

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Dean climbed up onto the bed, hovering over Mika. He reached behind his neck, as his tongue parted her lips and pulled at his shirt. Pulling from her lips momentarily, he pulled his shirt off, and tossed it to the side. He raked his hands down from her face and up from her thigh to take both sides of her newly pulled on vest, and pull it up over her head with a swift motion and a smile.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since we left the house.”, he murmured with a smile against her lips, before crushing her lips with his again, his entire body rolling against her as he wiggled one of his knees between her legs to hold himself a bit better. He kissed down her chin, across her jaw, and began placing small bites and kisses to her throat, his breathing hot against her skin.

He knew the little bites and kisses against the sensitive skin of her neck always drove her crazy, and if he could help even a little with loosening her up, after this hunt, he would kiss up and down her neck all day. But the odds of her letting him stop there were low. He growled against her neck and bit down a bit harder, taking both her hands and placing them against the waistband of his jeans, giving her as much control as she wanted.

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Dean scanned Mika’s eyes as she confirmed that she still wanted to come with him. He couldn’t help the excited smirk that came up on his lips, and his hand tightened against her right thigh. She spoke the same words that he was thinking in his brain. There was no way in hell that he was leaving her behind, anywhere. Now that he had her, and could kiss her and touch her as much as he wanted…as well as having her fierce overprotection matching his, he wouldn’t be able to leave her behind if he tried.

Glancing down at her hands coming down to rest on top of his, he bit his lip and smirked a bit wider, “We’re better together…”

He repeated her words to her, before kissing her back, bringing one of his hands up to cup her jaw as he sighed through his nose. He had wanted to kiss her properly since they had arrived in town, seeing her in her cute little FBI get up and having to force himself to pretend she was his boss. He was going to take advantage of this moment, while he had it.

Dean kissed her a bit deeper, brushing her hair back with his hand and then after a few lingering moments, he pulled back from the kiss and gave her a sweet smile against her lips, “I love you…”

He kissed her again, pulling himself closer to her body to further take advantage of the free moment. The hunt was over, but the stress of the day was just beginning, and he was in no hurry (other than the monster threat on their timeline) to leave this room.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean walked upstairs, digging in his side of the closet for a suit to take with them on the road. He walked back over to the bed and threw the suit bag down, before picking his duffel off the floor, and unzipping it to find a t-shirt. As he stood there, he closed his eyes and leaned his head down toward his chest, taking a deep breath.

He hadn’t had time to really process being alive, much less that he was the number one fighter in the angel arsenal. Every time another scenario popped up that involved angels and demons, his heart sank a bit lower. Being alive was beginning to feel more like a punishment than salvation.

Dean opened his eyes, stepping back from the bed to scan the room and calm down. His eyes fell on the back of Mika’s vanity chair and he smirked, seeing her jeans there. Being able to touch little things that belonged to her, and that seemed mundane grounded him. He picked up the jeans, and laid them out on the bed beside his shirt. Dipping into her set of drawers, he pulled one of her plain t-shirts, and threw it onto the bed by her jeans.

He then picked up his own t-shirt and threw it over his head, popping his arms through and then glanced down at his bloody jeans that he was still wearing from the night before. Unbuttoning them, he shoved them down his legs as he heard Mika coming toward the room and smirked.

Annabeth and Cason

Anna climbed down from the counter as Sam stepped away from her, with a sigh. She glanced down at her clothes and smirked, deciding to just stay like she was for the day. As Mika left to go get dressed as well, Anna simply picked at her nails and leaned against the counter, waiting patiently for Sam to return.

She didn’t like the idea of being anywhere away from him, as the group didn’t know much about her, other than she was sort of like Sam, and that she was powerful. She still wasn’t convinced that Dean didn’t want to kill her, but she also didn’t think Mika did. So, at least she would be with someone that didn't look at her like a monster.
As Natalia approached the fridge Anna looked down at her and nodded, “Yeah. Dean went up first. So, I figure he’s preparing himself for a fight with Sam, considering they’re riding alone.”

She sighed and crossed her arms, glancing over at Esme. She couldn’t help noticing that Esme seemed a bit stressed, like she was fighting with something in her mind. Even as Cason stepped through the door, and stared a hole into Anna’s head, she didn’t turn her eyes from Esme. She wondered if the powers Esme had used to help her, were also what caused Esme herself so much pain. The thought caused Anna to frown, her hands heating up a bit in need to help.

“So, what are the car pairings?”, Cason’s voice broke through the silence, causing Anna to flinch.

“I’m riding with Mika and Sam and Dean are together. I don’t know beyond that. What have you guys decided?”, Anna asked, glancing down at Natalia.

“I’m riding with Esme!”, Cason chirped, causing Anna to roll her eyes and sigh with a smirk at Natalia. She raised her eyes to Sam, as he came back from the basement and stepped away from the counter to walk over to him as Cason followed her with his eyes.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean turned his eyes from Madison to Esme, noticing that she was no longer smiling. She honestly seemed upset. He almost gave her an incredulous stare, his mind completely boggled by her sudden mood shift, until he realized that she acted this way the last time he had narrowed his eyes at one of her jokes. As she turned her gaze to the table and closed her eyes, he furrowed his brow, his stomach knotting with guilt that he had possibly upset her with his words or his facial expressions. After so much time apart, he wasn’t even sure what upset her, anymore. He wanted to know. He never wanted to see this look on her face again.

He watched as her face changed, but the bother stayed, and his eyes never moved. He couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that he had possibly upset her greatly. He followed her with his eyes, as she stepped into the kitchen, and then he glanced at Sam. When she came out of the kitchen and wrote a note for Madison, Dean tapped his fingers on the top of the table.

A little hope sparked in his chest as Esme stepped around behind him, as she walked toward the door, and her fingertips brushed his shoulders.

“Esme wait…”, he called out to her quietly, but she was already out the door. Turning his eyes back to Sam, he let out a loud sigh, bringing his hand into a fist and knocking on the wood of the table, “Well damn. Did you see me mess up back there? I messed up. And all it took was me forgetting how gentle I have to joke with her.”

He leaned his head back exasperated as Madison gave him a confused look. Brushing his hand down his face, he groaned, “She’s not coming back. She’s not coming back and it’s my fault.”

Madison

Madison smiled blissfully at Sam and nodded her head as she chewed, “Well I definitely want to enjoy it. This is really…good. I love it.”

She didn’t notice Esme leaving the room, as she became concerned with their food situation. She was too wrapped up in the burrito in her hands. However, she glanced up and noticed that Esme wasn’t sitting near her, her head perked up.

Madison took another bite of her food as Esme came back from the kitchen and she looked down at the piece of paper, confused. As Esme mentioned the boys helping her with using a phone, she glanced up at Sam, nervously and then turned her eyes back to Esme’s as she pulled away from her to step around Dean.

“She’s leaving?”, she asked Sam, as he called out to Esme, but it was Dean’s words, as he made the mistake of mentioning that Esme might not come back that hit Madison deep in her stomach, and caused panic to rise, “She’s not coming back?! Why?!”

Her eyes glowed a gentle amber, not quite out of control but afraid as she turned her eyes from Dean back to Sam, her breathing quickening.