JustAnna

What if... there were Young Avengers? (MCU - Casual to Low Advanced)

I'm really super tempted by this <3
If there's room for me let me know, and I'll see what I can come up with.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

As Dean and Mika arrived back at the motel, Dean put the Impala in park and glanced around the parking lot, to check for Nat’s car, before pulling his phone from his pocket. He scrolled through his numbers, until he found Sam’s number and he opened a text, to let him know they were back and to meet them in his and Mika’s room.

“All we can do now is wait.”, he grumbled, opening the drivers door and stepping out of the car. As he stepped out, he heard footsteps walking toward him and glanced up, pulling his pistol instantly to point at the person approaching, only for Cason to hold his hands up in defense. Cason was completely healed from his injuries, at this point and his hand rested on what seemed to be an invisible head, as he petted Sarah and smirked.

“Don’t shoot me. I don’t think she’d like that very much.”, Cason muttered simply, smirking down at Sarah. He shifted his weight to one foot as Dean lowered his pistol and shoved it into the back of his pants.

“What the hell are you doing back here? I thought you ran for the hills.”, Dean spat at Cason, glancing down at the hand that now scratched under Sarah’s ear. Cason shook his head and he scoffed.

“I’m here to help. Esme’s predisposed, but I brought her a present…and I want to help you guys.”

“I don’t think we need your kind of help. I’m not quite over you almost killing me yesterday, you know. So, no thanks.”, Dean grumbled once again, walking around to Mika’s door. He opened her door for her, and stood between her and Cason as he stared him down but Cason rolled his eyes.

“So you know there’s a witch, right? You know that there’s a hoard of demons guarding this place and…you know that the big shindig is about to go down at the cemetery tonight…right? You know all of those things just from talking to some sad and lonely widow? My, Dean! I never took you for the intuitive type. Hi Mika.”, Cason chimed, making it clear that he had inside information they couldn’t get, while prodding at that knife in Dean’s side.

Duke

Duke laughed softly, holding onto Esme tightly as she lifted her foot and joked about how slippery the bottom of the tub was. He stepped forward a bit further, to make up for the slippery surface, glad that this particular motel had a bath rug. As he worried about, Esme’s foot slipped from behind her, just before her other foot hit the bath rug, and he gasped along with her, tightening his grip on her waist. He bent at the knees and caught her, before she could fall completely to the floor, pulling her tight against his chest and then drug her the rest of the way out of the tub.

He barely let her feet touch the floor as he pulled her up against him with a wide smile, and his eyebrows raised, “You’re really makin’ me work for my time with you, there sweetheart!”

He laughed loudly, steadying Esme and leaning her onto her good leg, before stepping back from her a bit. He unfolded the towel in his hand and wrapped it around her chest, neatly tucking it into itself, to keep her modesty the best he could.

“Are you done tryin’ to kill yourself?”, he asked her with his eyebrows still raised, kneeling to one knee to run a hand up her bad leg. He brushed the towel up a bit, and traced his fingertips around the stitches in her thigh, with a relieved sigh. He stood to his feet carefully, tilting her head up with his fingers under her chin and smirked, “Somehow, you didn’t tear anything. Do you um…want me to carry you to the bedroom, or are we walkin’?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I think while we are trying to navigate through this particular scene we are definitely still full.

is this still full or?

@IrishAngelQueen

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean slept soundly through the night, his normal bad dreams and stress replaced by the familiar weight of a human next to him, pressing the blanket down around him, as well as the small noises Lexi made in her sleep, or her movements when she rolled over. He didn’t even seem to have his normal ‘wake up in the middle of the night’ moment for more whiskey. He simply…slept.

He didn’t notice Lexi leave the bed, but after several minutes, he opened his eyes and blinked at the wall next to his side of the bed. He frowned, as the memories from the night before washed over his mind, and he remembered that Lexi was actually in bed with him. She had stayed over. Nearly fully clothed, yes, but she was still in his…

Dean rolled over quickly, and his eyes fell on the opposite side of the bed, a frown taking over his features. She was awake before him? Even in his depressive state, he always woke up before Sam and moved around the bunker before Sam could see him and strike up any conversation. Then, it was easier to slip back into his room, have a mid morning night cap, and sleep until noon.

“Lexi?”, he asked quietly to the empty room, patting a hand over the blankets. Sighing, he rolled back over to his back and ran a hand through his hair. He half wondered if she had crossed some sort of personal line, in her mourning, and got too close to him. Maybe he should have picked her up and carried her to her own room, so she woke up in at least her own space.

Before he could think too hard on it, Lexi’s voice rang out from not far down the hall, and Dean shot up out of bed. She sounded as if she was in pain, and judging by her voice coming out through what sounded like gritted teeth, she was angry. Was she fighting something in the bunker? It was warded against almost anything on Earth, but that didn’t mean something didn’t follow her and Sam home, looking for some sort of easy captive meal.

Dean’s rational brain shut off for a moment as he rolled over the irrational thoughts, and quickly reached up under his pillow to pull his pistol. He checked it for ammo, before springing from the bed, gun positioned high. He bent his knees and walked over to the door, swinging it open as he rushed into the hallway. He scanned the hallway from both sides with his pistol, and sighed with relief to find it empty. But Lexi not being in the hallway only left a few locations if she was actually hurt.

“Lexi?”, he whispered as he slowly walked toward her room. His footsteps seemed like cracking glass every time he took a step, until he finally reached her door and wrapped his fingers tightly around the doorknob. He pushed her door open, and entered, scanning her entire room with his gun before his eyes fell on her, and he scanned her body, realizing quickly that she was holding her foot. His abs rippled as he relaxed a bit, and placed a hand over his bare chest as his heart finally started beating again, “Are you okay?! I heard a noise and…I just…reacted. Are you okay?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean nodded his head, and he sighed, stepping back from the hood so Mika could take photos of the hex bag, “Sam’s gonna love trying to track everything down. Might keep his hands busy for a while, and gives us time to learn more about what to expect from all the ‘things’ around. I have a feeling this is all going a bit too well.”

After she finished with the photos, Dean picked up the edges of the fabric and he carefully lowered the entirety of the contents down to the ground in front of the bumper. He picked up his zippo from the hood and flicked it to a flame, carefully touching the flame to the edge of the fabric. The bag went up in a blue flame, quickly burning hot, before turning to ash at his feet. He stomped the ashes to make sure he didn’t catch the grass on fire.

“Like I said. This is all going a bit too well. There has to be a twist in the road, somewhere.”, he muttered, placing his lighter back into his pocket. He stepped around to the drivers side of the Impala and glanced over the roof at her, “If I know Sam, they found more than enough information about the girl. We should at least be able to pinpoint what kind of crap she’s into, and who’s helping her. With all the allies protecting his area, she’s not working alone…”

He opened the door and sat down behind the steering wheel, quickly turning the engine over.

Annabeth

Anna nodded at both Nat and Sam, stepping close to Sam’s side. They were dealing with a witch, it seemed, and not just a witch, but a potential of two witches. This was new territory for her, being with them only a few days, and to be honest, the seal scared her less than a malicious person with magic at their disposal.

“I’m honestly a little scared. Hopefully the things that the angel said would be here leave us alone? Maybe we can just…figure this out, burn the witch and get out?”, she asked innocently hopeful as she glanced at Sam’s phone.

As Natalia mentioned getting back to the motel to regroup with the others, she smiled and nodded. Safety in numbers calmed her nerves a bit, and the idea of being back around the more ruthless members of the group made her feel safe, even if Dean was still a bit afraid of her.

Duke

Duke laughed and he tilted his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders lightly as Esme mentioned his memory of her being a bit clumsy. He smirked and nodded, “I mean, add injuries to your normal mess you get yourself into, and I’m pretty afraid to let you do anything on your own. Hence…why I’m here.”

He lowered the towel to one hand and squared his shoulders, his abs rippling as he readied himself to help her out of the tub. He reached his hands out and laughed, “Well come here, then. Good arm. I don’t wanna have to re-do those stitches. Good hand.”

Before she had a chance to protest too much, he reached down and picked up the hand of her good arm, doing his best to keep his eyes on her face, as to not make the room awkward. He stepped back from the tub a bit and pulled to help her stand. He quickly realized she was going to need a bit more help than just an arm pull and stepped back up, carefully wrapping his free arm around her waist. He pressed his lips to her forehead and stepped back to coax her to step over the edge.

“I got you. C’mon. Lift that good leg first.”, he muttered against her forehead, “I got you.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean smiled gladly at Lexi’s teasing, happy that she was at least willing to tease him back, and make the flirting that slipped from his lips a little less uncomfortable. He took in the way her fingers brushed against his palm, and watched carefully as she ate the chocolate, biting his lip. He scoffed at his own thoughts, and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, “Well, I think you’re gonna like this. Get comfy.”

As the movie progressed, Dean made small comments about what was happening in the movie, while Lexi was still awake, but slowly, he could feel her relaxing against him, as she passed out. By the end of the movie, she was awkwardly laid out across the bed, and Dean tried to figure out which way he wanted to move in order to not wake her, but to settle her in more comfortably. His heart stuttered in his chest at what this likely meant. He couldn’t exactly carry her and open the door, and get her into her room without calling Sam. She would have to sleep over. Swallowing heavily, he glanced down at the top of her head.

He slowly pulled himself from under her head, and with both hands, he lowered her head to the pillows beneath her. Trailing his hand down her torso, he pulled at her legs to better adjust her head on the pillows. With a sigh, he stepped back toward the closet, and pulled another blanket. Walking back over to the bed, Dean shook the blanket out, and covered her with it, tucking it around her shoulders carefully.

As if he had no control over his hands, he watched her face as she slept, reaching a hand out to lightly brush a strand of hair from her face, and behind her ears, his thumb hesitating on her cheek for a moment. He smiled softly, “I guess you’re sleeping over.”

Dean walked around to the other side of the bed, and he unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down and picking up his flannel pajama pants from the floor. Pulling them on, he sighed and stared down at the bed, still feeling as if she might react badly, if she woke up next to him the next morning, despite being under separate blankets. He pulled his t-shirt over his head, and tossed it aside, before carefully laying down beneath the blanket, “Not exactly how I thought tonight was going to go…”, he scoffed at the ceiling, before rolling and shutting the table light off.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean tilted his head in agreement with his eyebrows raised at Mika’s annoyance with witches. Witches could be tricky, and with the careful placement of a hex bag, or even just one of your hairs, they could totally screw everything up or even kill you. He furrowed his brow and thought about the possibility that a teenager could be doing all of this.

“She just seems a little young to be doing this on her own.”, he muttered, as he approached the Impala and tossed the hex bag on the hood. He ran a hand across his eyebrows as Mika mentioned a solid plan of regrouping. He reached down and untied the leather strip around the hex bag, “I think that’s as good of a plan as any. Take pictures of this stuff. We can take them back to Sam and see if we can figure out what we’ve got.”

He flattened the fabric and gestured for her to take photos, as he pulled his keys and his zippo from his pocket, laying them beside it.

Annabeth

Anna nodded slowly as the Don answered her question, and she stepped close to Sam as Natalia finished up with him. She followed his gaze toward the furnaces and watched as he managed to get some of the small bones from the tray inside. She turned from him, waving politely at Don and then a few of the male students, before leading the way out of the classroom.

Once she was in the hallway, she turned to Sam and raised an eyebrow, “You think the teacher knows more than he’s telling us? I mean, its possible that this girl is just an angsty teen, but it’s just as possible that she’s doing some kind of weird magic with those bones, and hiding them in plain sight? Or Don…”

Duke

Duke stayed still as Esme confirmed she wanted him to stay. Her hand resting on top of his sent his heart racing a bit, just at the deliberate touch. He raised his eyebrows a bit further as she made it clear that she wanted to spend time with him, not just have him as an extra set of hands while hunting. As she kissed his cheek, he took a deep breath, his heart stuttering, but he nodded his head, “O-okay. Yeah. I’ll stick around for a bit. I don’t see no harm in that. If anything, I can do my best to make sure you don’t get yourself killed tryin’ to keep up with the Winchesters.”

He laughed softly, watching the side of her face as she stared at the ceiling, but as he took a deep breath, so did she and turned back to him. He furrowed his eyebrows at the mundane date night sound of her plans for them. He nodded excitedly and rolled his shoulders back, “Yeah! Yeah I think that sounds like as good a plan as any. We’ll go find your car in the mornin’ if we can’t talk one of the others into going to get it when they get back.”

Duke could feel that the water was getting a bit cool, as they sat there, losing track of time. He stretched his leg out and hit the lever to release the water from the tub and scooted her forward on the slick tile of the tub. He stood carefully, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He reached back and grabbed a second towel, holding it in front of him for her to stand so he could grab her. He laughed softly, trying to keep the mood light, “Can you stand up without help? I know sometimes that’s touch and go with you.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched Mika hand the widow her business card, wondering if she had managed to get any info from her. He didn’t ask. Instead, he stood still until Mika turned to leave and the widow showed them out. As soon as they were outside, Dean glanced to Mika expectantly, waiting for a light briefing. He shook his head sadly at her comment about the woman’s grief, “Yeah, I can’t imagine losing someone like that. Wake up in the morning and everything’s fine, and then by night fall, your spouse is just dead.”

As Mika brought up the name of the babysitter, Dean narrowed his eyes in deep thought and he tilted his head to the side, “Wasn’t that the name on the other paper? The girl Sam and Nat are going to talk to?”

He pulled the hex bag from his pocket and held it up between two fingers, “Think she could be our witch? I found this, behind the fridge.”

Annabeth

Anna smirked at Sam’s comment about having trouble keeping himself professional around Dean and Nat’s shenanigans. Though, he didn’t seem particularly excited about Anna going off to chat with the gawking students. He still seemed to understand it might be a plan, if they needed some info from the kids.

She followed Sam and Nat down to the classroom, and as Sam and Nat pulled their ID’s to show the teacher, she also pulled hers, but stood back from them a bit to look over the artwork on the walls, and the different clay pieces. She frowned at a few of them, seeing a lot of dark and potentially disturbing masks.

When Nat signaled to her to take photos quietly, Anna pulled out her phone, and she stepped closer to them, looking over the disturbing art as she pretended to text, while taking photos, “Her mood changed suddenly. Almost like she might be possessed by something? Like something snapped?”

She asked the questions in a way that Sam and Nat could pick up on what she was getting at, wondering if the girl was possessed by a demon, but keeping it vague enough that the teacher would just think she was simply mentioning hormones, or maybe trauma causing the outbursts.

Duke

Duke relaxed a bit as Esme actually reacted to his embrace and his words. He tilted his head to the side as she leaned back against his shoulder, and turned her face toward his neck. Glancing down at her, even though he couldn’t see her face, he smirked, his smirk turning into a wide smile, “I guess that’s a compromise…for now.”

Duke tightened his arms around her as she forgave him for the question and then apologized for unloading on him, as if he didn’t ask for it. He shook his head and turned his head to place a soft kiss to her hair, “You got no reason to apologize. You can lay all that stuff on me. I got plenty of room for it. But, we gotta…make that go both ways. Let me ask questions and…be here, while I can.”

He reached his free hand up to brush her hair back, brushing his thumb down the side of her face as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself the rest of the way, in hopes that it would help her own nerves if she was dealing with them, “I’ll hang around a while, so we can work on that…if you want me to."

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean smirked and shrugged at Lexi’s teasing about his ability to put away food. He was a bottomless pit, and he would admit it. As long as he wasn’t devastated and mourning, anyway. During the several months since Mika had died, he had eaten when he remembered to, or when he left enough room in his stomach after the whiskey for the night. So, being hungry was a welcome sensation.

“I’m a growing boy.”, he quipped back at her, picking up a bag of chips from the bed and removing the bag clip to shove his hand in the bag. He mocked her as she demanded that he start the movie, and he gave a small laugh, picking the remote up from beside the pillow behind him. He turned the tv on and pressed play, settling back against the head board, and leaning his shoulder against hers.

“It’s also a long enough movie that you should be able to head to bed if you ready after…or I can pick the next one and you can spend more time with me.”, he teased, picking up another piece of chocolate for her, and placing it in his palm, before holding it out to her with a dazzling smile. The temptation to flirt was strong, but he didn’t want to push his luck, either with her own hang ups or his. But he couldn’t help feeling a tug at his heart having her in his bed, snacking on chocolate, wearing his clothes, and seemingly open to at least being touched.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean stepped out of the Impala, smoothing out the front of his suit jacket, before buttoning the single button in the front, and reaching an arm out to Mika’s lower back as she straightened her skirt. He was careful to keep the touch light and professional, closing the Impala door. He glanced down at Mika’s face, raising his eyebrows with a small smirk and then followed her up the drive to the front door.

He pulled the sides of his jacket up, and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting impatiently for the widow to come to the door, but when she did, his gaze softened, seeing her face. She was in absolute mourning, and obviously wasn’t the culprit…or she was an incredibly good actor. Dean pulled his own ID out of his pocket and showed it to the woman, which caused the woman to step to the side and open the door wider.

Dean wasted no time stepping past her and into the kitchen, where he stepped over the police tape and grimaced at the bloody candy wrappers all over the bar. He picked one up, staring at it closely, before dropping it and wiping his hands on his jacket. Nothing seemed weird about the candy wrapper. It was a mass produced brand and not some weird creation specifically for this one victim. He stepped up to the cabinet and found the bucket for the candy, pulling a couple of pieces out, and squishing at them with his fingers.

“No blades…”, he muttered to himself, pocketing the candy and turning in a circle to try and find anything out of place in the kitchen. After a few moments, his eyes found a scrape mark in front of the fridge, as if it had recently been moved. He stepped up to it, and wrapped his arms around the side, pulling it forward in line with the scrape, and as the gap between the fridge and the wall grew bigger, a small cloth bag fell to the floor, “Son of a bitch. Witches…great. Just friggin great…”, he muttered to himself, quickly bending to pick up the bag.

He pocketed the bag and pulled the fridge back into place before walking back into the living room to stand near Mika’s side.

Annabeth

Anna walked close to Sam’s side as they walked up to the doors of the school. She peered around the front of the school at the kids that were staring at them, and whispering to one another as they approached. A few of the boys were sizing her up, and she simply smirked, deciding to potentially use their gaze as a conversation starter later on, if they needed an in with the kids.

“They seem to be excited enough to see us. I’ll try to talk to a few of them, later on, if we need it.”, Anna muttered back to Sam with a smirk, as she flirtatiously through her hair over her shoulder and followed Sam and Natalia inside. She pulled her ID from her bra, and waved at one of the older boys that passed them in the hallway, shooting him a polite smile, before showing her ID to the receptionist along with Sam and Nat.

She leaned in close to Sam and smirked, “So, the outfit was a good choice. I could have them eating out of my hands. If we find out who she’s friends with, I can work on them, if you think you can handle your professionalism.”

She laughed softly, and slapped his chest playfully with the back of her hand.

Duke

Duke furrowed his brow in confusion as Esme’s face turned straight to hurt. As she pulled away from him, he let her, but leaned forward, pulling his knees up on either side of her, making sure she couldn’t run away from him as he stared at the back of her head and swallowed heavily at her words, “I didn’t mean it like that. And I have never, and I don’t think I could ever see you as a monster. I should have…worded that differently.”

He sighed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration with himself as she continued and Cason was mentioned. He didn’t know much about the demon, but he obviously cared for Esme, and saw her as somewhat of an equal to him. He had wanted to take care of her after Duke showed up, and Duke’s possessiveness took over and prevented it.

As she finished by calling herself a ‘tool’, Duke clenched his jaw and he leaned forward with a sigh, placing a soft kiss against the space between her shoulder blades, resting his forehead against the back of her head, “Well, I might have stuck my foot in my mouth, but I’ll tell you this. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not bothered by you, and I’m not leavin’ you alone again.”

Duke brushed his fingers over her ribs and around her waist, wiggling his fingers between her stomach and her bent leg to hug her to him as he pressed another kiss to her back, “And no more being a tool. No more livin’ in the past. You breathe and you let it go. I’m sorry. I should know better by now than to ask questions like that…”