JustAnna

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean watched from the corner of his eye as Lexi rummaged through his clothes in the closet and finally settled on a flannel to wear. He climbed onto the bed slowly as she sat on the end, and removed her boots. He was careful not to stare too much as she removed her top, and replaced it with his shirt. He swallowed heavily, and bit down on his bottom lip at the way it fit her, almost baggier than when Mika had worn his clothes.

He turned his eyes from her, and looked down at his lap as he shoved his legs under the blankets and leaned against the headboard. As she stood up, thought back to the feelings of having Mika in the room, before Lexi and Sam had shown back up from their hunt. It was like Mika was trying to push him toward something that wasn’t sadness and angst. Same with Sam. He seemed to be pushing Dean toward anything that would seem normal, and fun. Lexi was far from normal, but she was definitely fun.

When Lexi pulled out Se7en, Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stared at her as if she was insane, “You haven’t seen it? But it’s a classic. Anyone who claims to like thrillers is lying if they haven’t seen Se7en!”

Dean gestured to the tv, and he waved his hand around, “Put it in. You’re getting an education tonight. It’ll definitely keep you awake, and I’m dying for snacks. If anything, we should have ordered a pizza.”, he said with a frown, scooting to one side of the bed so that she could join him when she was ready. Though, his heart picked up its pace at the idea of having her in the same bed with him, no matter how casual. They were just watching movies. They were eating snacks and watching movies, but still, the implications of her staying in his room, potentially all night, swam in his mind as he fought against zoning out.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s mentioning of the guy choking down razor blades while eating candy, “We find out where he bought that candy and we just avoid that place, I guess. I will not have Halloween ruined by some razor blades. I’ll just…check my candy. You know…like a normal human being.”

But he couldn’t help love the idea of just grabbing some burgers, telling the Angels to go and screw themselves, and kicking back with some junk food and his lovely girlfriend in a locked motel room. The thought caused him to tilt his head with a small smile. But Mika’s last words caused his eyebrows to shoot up, “Well damn. If that’s not an incentive to go in guns blazing, I don’t know what is. I hope it’s a witch. Kill the witch. Burn the body. Flip the bird to the angels because we win. Get a burger and a ton of candy. And me and you are hunkering down for the night.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, turning his eyes to her with a sly look. As they pulled onto the street they were looking for, he carefully looked for the street number, until they came up on a house with yellow tape wrapped around the trees and the mailbox, as if gift wrapped for them, “This must be it. Suburbia, and it doesn’t look plastered on enough to be a Halloween decoration, and doesn’t really fit the rest of the decor. Let’s go talk to a grieving widow!”

Dean pulled up to the curb, and he put the car in park, turning the engine off before opening his door.

Annabeth

Anna sighed as Nat mentioned having a bad gut feeling about the job. She too felt uneasy, working for angels after an angel had quite literally burned her eyeballs out of her head just for existing. They still had no leads on what that meant, or why a demon was able to give them back to her. She shook her head and tried to push the memory down, while speaking up.

“I have a horrible feeling about this job. I’m not the biggest fan of angels, for obvious reasons. Hopefully this is the only time we’ll be under their thumb. I like my eyeballs.”, she said quietly, leaning over the front seat close to Sam.

As they pulled up to the school, Anna stretched her arms, and adjusted her dress, before stepping out of the car and standing near Sam’s door as she looked up at the school. It didn’t look that scary or ominous. It was just a school. If there was something going on, it likely wasn’t attached to the building, or it was…and it was one of the most bizarre and unsurprising cases they had worked together, all wrapped in one.

“Just talk to the teachers…and we’ll be out of here in no time.”, she muttered to herself, adjusting the top of her dress to make sure she wasn’t showing too much skin around a bunch of teenagers.

Duke

Duke frowned, thinking back to all of the times he felt extremely jealous around Dean with Esme. As she explained that she had trouble regulating her own emotions around him, his frown deepened, although he heard the laugh in Esme’s voice. He relaxed his face, realizing that she wasn’t upset about the situation, despite the discomfort she had experienced. He rinsed the cloth and brought it back up to wash more soap from her hair, keeping his grip around her.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders as she spoke about Flagstaff, “Honestly? I didn’t mind being chained up. I was a little nervous when I barked at Dean, just to be a smartass and he almost shot me, though. But being chained up, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but talk to you while I waited to not turn into a werewolf was honestly a bit of a break I needed.”

Rinsing the cloth one more time, he glanced down at her eyes as she asked him if he was truly not bothered and he shook his head with a small smile, “I mean. I’ve heard different things about Empaths. Powers and such, depending on how good they are at controllin’ their anger. I’m more concerned that you can basically read my thoughts, even if it’s only emotions and such. I mean, that can get complicated. But I know you won’t hurt me. You’ve had plenty of chances in the past, babydoll.”

Duke took a deep breath, “Do you want me to be bothered?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

“Testing my patience…”, Dean grumbled with a scoff, looking out the windshield as he drove and adjusted in his seat uncomfortably. As she mentioned that they needed to calm themselves down before they met with wife, but made sure to make another little quip, Dean raised his eyebrows with a wide smile, a bit astonished that Mika was behaving so overtly. Something had witched in her and she was in rare form, which he hated to waste on a hunt. It was another reason he wanted to just turn around and go back to the motel, just to take advantage of her mood.

“Yeah. We wouldn’t want her calling our supervisor to report any sort of sexual harassment stuff. Bobby would be furious…”, he laughed, as they passed a few children in their costumes. He was tempted to just reach out the window and snag a few bags of candy, but he restrained himself, and grumbled again.

“And I’m ready to dig into some Halloween candy. How is it this late in the day, and I haven’t had so much as a snickers? Halloween is one of my favorite friggin’ holidays and I can’t even enjoy it because the angels want me to work a stupid job.”, he grumbled as he watched another kid walk by with a bucket of candy, “But yes. I hope the wife is cooperative. I want candy and a burger. I can’t be held accountable for things I break when denied food and sex.”

Annabeth

Anna cringed at the idea of Dean eating a ton of candy, as keyed up as he typically was without the sugar. She almost felt sorry for Mika, in that moment as Sam and Nat chatted by the car. As she sat down in the back seat, and Sam stepped into the passenger seat up front, Anna crossed her arms and leaned back against the leather seat, only for Sam to turn to her with a smile. She laughed softly, and blushed as he mentioned the reaction she would likely get to her dress. She could almost hear a slight edge of jealous or possessiveness in his voice, and it excited her heart a little more than she would have expected.

“I will make sure to remind them of that. Wouldn’t want my very large and very ‘mean’ partner beating up any 14 year olds, yeah?”, she laughed, adjusting her dress. As they left the parking spot, she sighed, remembering how Castiel looked at her, and how he casually talked about killing her when they were back in Bobby’s kitchen. If this hunt went wrong, there was no telling what the angels had in store for them, specifically her and Sam. She shuddered at the thought and leaned her head against the window as they drove, staying relatively silent.

Duke

Duke raised his eyebrows as Esme explained why she was able to calm him so well with just a touch. He had heard of Empaths, in the past, and heard of a few of them having powers outside of just their feelings and ability to project them. It wasn’t a new term, but it did concern him as he thought over some of the powers he had heard about. He pouted his lip and nodded, as if it made perfect sense, but he had to think it over.

“So, that whole time, you knew that I was jealous and stuff? Wow…”, he muttered, his eyes widening slightly at the realization. He had spent well over a year with her and Dean, watching them from afar, or rather, trying not to watch them when they were together. They were so damn good together, but Duke couldn’t help the irrational jealousy (that he now knew she could feel) when he was near them, “That had to be awkward. I mean…I was a mess back then.”

He picked up the cloth he had wet her hair with, and dipped it in the water before brushing it over her soapy hair to wash the shampoo out. As he did so, he tightened his arm around her, and smirked, “You know what’s funny? I’ve been in this business so long that all I can really say to that is ‘there are worse things you could be’, I guess. I mean, I believe it was you that was whole heartedly convinced I could be chained up like a guard dog when we thought that werewolf in flagstaff had turned me. Remember that?”

He squeezed another stream of water over the top of her head, sliding the cloth over her head to keep the soap out of her eyes, “I don’t see where this is any different.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean raised his eyebrows and he tilted his head back in surprise when Lexi stated that she hated chick flicks. After almost two decades with Mika, the idea of a woman liking anything BUT chick flicks took him aback. He turned his eyes briefly to Sam, showing his surprise, but he quickly turned them back to Lexi as she mentioned that she liked action flicks and thinkers. He placed his hand over his chest to feign swooning, and smirked at her, “I think I can work with that.”

He turned his eyes to Sam as he all but dismissed himself, while shooting him a look to convince him to explore things with Lexi. Dean swallowed heavily at the thought, and he nodded to his brother, giving him a sheepish nod as he watched him stand and walk over to Lexi for an awkward hug. Once they were left alone, Dean fidgeted with his coffee mug on the table, as Lexi’s eyes fell back on him, and her voice broke the silence like an air raid siren in his awkward staring.

“What? Oh! Yeah. Sorry. I zoned out for a minute. Not really used to Sam going to bed so early.”, he laughed, standing from his chair. He pushed his chair back up to the table, and grabbed another cup of coffee, before stepping up close to Lexi, and leading the way to his room. Inviting her into his room, after the conversation he had just had with Sam was something of an awkward experience. While they were gone, he had picked up a bit, and so his normally trashed room looked a bit more like a bachelor’s room after the maid had left, than a two week old pizza on the dresser type room.

Stepping into the room, he gestured his hand toward the bed and smirked, “That’s the bed. I got a sweet little 20 inch tv and if you need something to sleep in, there’s a lot of t-shirts and flannels in various drawers and the closet. I have a lot of clothes for someone who wears the same thing practically every day.”

He laughed awkwardly and walked over to his desk, sitting his coffee mug down, and quickly peeled off his flannel. He then unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, stepping out in only his boxers and a t-shirt with an awkward smirk, “Habits. Now, what kind of movie are you thinking? I have a whole box right…under…here…”, he grunted as he bent over and pulled a long cardboard box of movies from under his bed, sitting them on the desk for her to go through, “Dealers choice.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows when Mika mentioned that takeout and a movie sounded nice for them to unwind with. It had been a while since they had just had a lazy night, eating junk food in bed and watching some stupid movie or tv show. Dean was honestly excited for the idea, as foreign as it seemed, now days. He raised his eyebrows even further when Mika agreed to pizza, even going as far as to say that she was craving it.

“You’re sure you’re not pregnant…”, Dean muttered with his eyebrows raised, and then his face broke out into a wide smile, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I think we deserve a quiet night in. I think pizza sounds good. We can do half and half, since you like all of your veggie stuff and I like all of my meat stuff, and then we’ll snuggle and canoodle in bed while we rest…until Bobby finds something for us to do, is more likely.”, he smirked and stood from the couch. Without asking, he reached down and picked up her hand, pulling her up with him, and against his chest, “You call for the pizza. I’ll get our bed ready for movie night, and I guess if you want to pick the movie, I’m fine with it. You came out a bit worse on this hunt than I did.”

He laughed and kissed her nose, before planting another firm kiss against her lips for emphasis, “I love you”

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

I kinda like the post apocalyptic feel.

I almost feel like making a Mandalorian scavenger for this one. <3 Hard maybe.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean’s stomach tightened painfully when Sam brought up Mika, while arguing that he was a little more attached to Lexi than he gave himself credit for. He was right that Mika would likely be bothered by his words, and by his inability to accept other humans giving him any sort of support or feelings. Mika was possessive and jealous, but she was very much the ‘everyone deserves to be happy type’ and would most likely beat his ass for denying his feelings for Lexi, no matter how new they were, and how short of a time he had known her.

He sighed, and looked down at the table, spinning his coffee mug in his hand. Sam was right. Dean was having some trouble being around Lexi without feeling tense, as if his heart was waiting to meet her, and let out some of his emotion, to make room for her. He needed to at least be willing to accept her attraction to him, at her pace.

“And what do I do? I mean, I don’t have any plans to just jump back into life, or anything. It’s not like she’s going to be around here forever. So, it’s a moot point.”, he muttered, shaking his head. He took a final drink of his coffee, and sat the mug down.

“But I’m not going to push her away, either. I just don’t want to give her the wrong idea. If you’re right and she likes me, or whatever, pretending that I have anything to give, after what happened would be cruel. So, I’ll just…figure it out as I go…”, he finished, just before Lexi came back into the room. Dean flinched at the sound of her voice, and he turned his eyes to her with a small smile, “Hopefully we got the most horrible food in the kitchen. I like junk food with my movies.”

He smirked and turned his eyes to Sam briefly, before sighing lightly and chewing at his lip as he turned back to Lexi, “What do you want to watch? I’ll compromise, since you’re the hurt one, this time.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean raised his eyebrows as he and Mika stepped out onto the sidewalk, and she shamelessly made her comment about testing the bed…again. He reached his hand back and scratched his neck, still contemplating just going back into the motel room, but then he dropped his hand to his side and flexed his hand, “I guess there is a definite incentive to finding this thing and stopping it quick, then. You know…we have science to do.”

He chuckled nervously, not having been able to enjoy this side of Mika for a while, even before going to Hell. Now, being topside, he was definitely taking advantage, considering how close they had come to destruction, the night before. He shuddered at those recent memories and walked with her to the Impala.

As he stepped up near the car, he unlocked the passenger side first, opening the door for her. He stepped back to let her get inside and bit down on his lip as she teased him with the way she sat down. He stayed motionless, until she pulled the door shut and then shook himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to step away, after slapping the window. She was making it extremely hard to leave.

As he opened the drivers door and sat down, he turned his gaze to her and raised his eyebrows, “Are you trying to get me to skip this whole mission? Because I’m about one second from skipping this whole mission.”

He kept his eyebrows raised, even though he was highly amused and excited by her sudden change of attitude, and brought the Impala roaring to life with the turn of his key. He put the car in drive and pulled it away from their parking space, adjusting awkwardly in the seat as he drove, and forced himself to keep his eyes pointed forward.

Annabeth

Annabeth gave a small wave to Mika and Dean as they stepped out of their room and over to Nat’s. She listened carefully to the rhythm that Sam knocked with, planting it into the back of her memory for future reference, as she was sure that if she and Nat kept on the friendly route, she would spend enough time in her room to need it. She nodded at Sam with a smile, “I think I got it.”

As Nat answered the door and instantly noticed Anna’s outfit, she couldn’t help but turn to the side a bit and lift her foot off the ground to show off her legs in the dress. She smiled brightly, and shook her head at Nat, “You look great. I feel naked.”

When Nat explained the situation at the school, Anna raised her eyebrows. Someone had drowned bobbing for apples? It was like this thing was trying to rack up a body count, but do so in the most extravagant and themed way possible. She looked up at Sam and nudged his arm, “So, I guess we’re not eating any Halloween candy today, yeah? Might be cursed. I can talk to some students. Considering my outfit, I have a feeling they won’t mind chatting.”

She shrugged her shoulders, teasing Sam and playing on the way her legs looked in the dress as she carefully opened the door and stepped into the back seat. Pulling at the hem of her dress, she remembered to close her legs in the sexy little dress, and wrapped her arms around her knees, “And next time Nat can have the sexy outfit…”

Duke

Duke half shrugged as as Esme shifted against his chest, and accused him of being nervous. He knew he couldn’t hide how fast his heart was beating, considering she was touching his chest, and his heart beat was almost visible as it hammered behind his skin, “Could be the fact that I have to be in here with you, but being naked is like…a whole other ball game for us.”

He chuckled, glancing down at her hand against his chest, before raising his eyes back to hers. He took a deep breath, and softened his gaze as he stared down at her, his signature smile wanting to stay on his face, hovering in the corners of his eyes and his mouth, “Considerin’ you know how I feel about you, and you’re all beat up and stuff…it’s just a stressful situation.”

Duke smiled brightly, rolling his eyes at Esme not only telling him to breathe, but reminding him of his old favorite expression of concern to Dean about not popping blood vessels in his eyes, which he seemed to do so often, mostly when he was angry with Duke or Esme. His smile faded slightly as Esme’s projection started. He had never experienced such a quick chill pill, than the one he was experiencing right then. His heart rate instantly stuttered, before slowing, beat by beat, and the timid shakiness in his fingers began to calm.

He glanced down at her hand, and furrowed his brow, slowly tilting his head to look at her eyes, “Did you do that on purpose? Cause your fingers just hit me harder than a Xanax ever did, and it honestly made me wanna snuggle you even harder, instead of runnin’ back to my jeans.”

Duke laughed, not afraid of the sensation at all, but a little skeptical as his wide smile slowly faded, and he ran his free hand through his hair, wetting it down a bit in the process, “But seriously, I always knew you were different from…well, everyone. But how did you do that? I ain’t runnin’ nowhere. It’s just a question.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean didn’t like Sam’s dismissal but he was still glad that his brother felt well enough to be alone. He really had to learn, all over again, Sam’s pain thresholds again, and what injuries he needed to worry about versus which ones Sam just slept off. It had been a while since he had really noticed Sam’s scrapes and bruises, unless Sam needed him to stitch him up or fix an injury that required an extra set of hands. He smirked and muttered, “Well that’s your loss…”

As Sam answered his question about the grilling that Dean knew he wanted to do so badly, Dean narrowed his eyes, both glad that he could read his brother’s faces so well, but also nervous, because he and Sam hadn’t talked much in the past several months. So, there was no telling what he wanted to ask. Dean started to protest Sam’s wanting to wait until the next morning, when Lexi spoke up.

“You don’t have to step…”, Dean protested to Lexi instead, reaching his hand out to her as she stepped around the table toward the kitchen. He sighed, not honestly wanting to be alone with Sam, if he was getting ready to ask any sort of awkward question. As she left the room, he followed her footsteps silently with his ears, and turned his eyes back to Sam with a sigh, “So…”

As Sam’s eyes turned back to his, Dean sighed at his words, and he nodded, turning his coffee cup in a circle with his fingers, “She’s pretty fun to be around. Reminds me of…happier times, I guess. But smitten? I don’t get smitten. I don’t date. I just…exist. But I will say I don’t mind her company.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean raised an eyebrow at Lexi’s description of her typical dangerous brand of concussion. He would probably be even more paranoid if she looked that way, if he was honest. He wouldn’t even want her to touch anything soft, in case she passed out and didn’t wake up. He sighed, and shook his head with a small smile, “Well, let’s not go down that road. I said it was just a small concussion. So, a little beer and some RNR and you should be fine…but you’re a guest and I don’t want to take any chances, despite my brother being a good nurse.”

He laughed a bit, and watched her face as she agreed to watch a movie with him. His laugh faded and he tapped his fingers on the table in front of him as Sam stepped back into the room, and Dean’s gaze only left Lexi’s face when Sam began passing out drinks. He picked up the coffee pot and poured himself his first cup of coffee, turning his eyes to Sam.

“So, I think we’re gonna be up a while. I’m gonna try and pick a movie that won’t bore Lexi to death faster than her concussion kills her. You gonna be okay? There’s only so much room in my bed.”, he explained to Sam with a cock of his eyebrow and a snigger as he took a drink of his coffee, “Unless you want a floor pallet. I’m sure we can work something out…”

He turned his eyes back to Lexi with a teasing smirk, and held his cup close to his mouth, before taking a drink, amused with himself. Now that they both seemed okay, he could relax, even if Mika was still haunting the back of his mind, after the situation before Sam and Lexi came back home. He shuddered, pushing the thought aside and sat back in his chair, relaxing for a moment while they all sat around.

“And why do I have a feeling you’re dying to talk to me about something?”, he asked, turning his eyes back to Sam’s face.