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"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean nearly flinched at the brush of Lexi’s fingers over his as she took the mug from his hand, and he glanced at her intently, clearing his throat. He brought his own mug up to his lips and took a drink as Lexi agreed to come with him on the supply run. He was less excited to leave the bunker as he was to just spend some time with Lexi, and see about getting to know her, if not to get his hands on her again.

As Sam spoke up about needing to run out as well, Dean raised his eyebrows and turned his glance from Lexi over to Sam, nodding his head as he sat his mug back down on the counter, “I guess we’re all heading out, then.”, he said almost in time with Lexi, to which he smirked and turned his eyes back to hers, amused. He tapped his fingers on the counter, and nodded to Sam.

“I don’t see why an extra set of hands wouldn’t be good. But if you need some um…computer stuff, it might be quicker to just split up and cover all our bases. You know? I think we can handle it, if you want to save some time.”, he explained with a shrug, working hard to keep his intent of having Lexi to himself under control. He took another drink of his coffee after a moment and slapped his hand against the cabinet, “I’m going to go and get dressed and um…and I’ll meet you guys in a few minutes. I’m honestly afraid that I might burn the second I step outside.”

He laughed, and stepped up to Lexi, almost dipping to kiss her, until he stopped himself mentally. Sam was still in the room, and his mind was moving way faster than it should have. He straightened, as if he was doing nothing, and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, before leaving her with Sam to go and get dressed.

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After several moments, Dean stepped back out of his room, pulling his jacket over his shoulders. He had dressed in his nicest jeans, a white t-shirt and a flannel that was actually pretty new. It might have seemed like he was trying to impress Lexi, but in the pit of his stomach, he was still scolding himself, pushing his feelings for her down. He needed to, before he pushed boundaries that would interfere with Mika’s memory in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his bedroom door, and walked down the hallway, wondering if she was still waiting for him in the kitchen, or if she and Sam had wandered away, gathering their things.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason laughed softly, his breath washing over the side of Natalia’s neck as she agreed to take the glass from his hand after some protest, and worry about her brother’s opinion. To his delight, the worry of Dean Winchester’s approval didn’t outweigh her need to have a stiff drink before this hunt. He took the glass back from her as she shoved it into his hand, only stepping back far enough to let her turn and make eye contact.

With their noses almost touching, he scanned her eyes, glancing down briefly at her hand as she poked at his chest, and warned him. He simply leaned in, centimeters from her lips, and snarled his nose, “Noted, princess.”

He pulled back from her, walking back over to the table, and sat the glass down. He picked up his phone from the table, and texted Anna to tell her to hurry up, before he and Natalia managed to lose their cool with one another, before the case even got started. He then dropped his phone on the table and turned to lean against it, “Is it really so bad being my date? I mean…I would rather be watching a certain blonde sleep off her trouble that I might have caused, because I have a lot of enemies and…that’s not important. But instead, I have to hang out with you, your sociopathic brothers, and my ex girlfriend. You think I’m excited? Let’s just try to have a good time.”

He tapped his fingers on the table, and turned his eyes toward the floor, glancing over at his phone after a moment.

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled down at Mika, his smile small and tired but he nodded, “Thank you. I would just like for one thing to go our way. Just one win.”

Her fingers brushing through the hair on the back of his head was enough to settle his nerves just a bit, as he scanned her face. She was right. They had all lost enough, been through enough. There was no way anyone was coming back from this mission any less than whole and sane, if he had his way about it. Without saying anything further, he simply leaned in and pressed a tight kiss to her lips, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek gently. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and smirked, “And you still owe me for this morning. So, if nothing else, we can lean on that.”

He laughed softly, brushing his hand back through her hair, and pressed a kiss to her nose, “Let’s go. It’s probably better if we get Nat in and out, since she has to take the asshole with her.”

Annabeth

“I know you don’t.”, Anna muttered quietly, in response to Sam speaking about the last time they had managed to get separated, as she finished putting on her boots. She stomped them against the concrete gently, and turned fully to face him as he dressed. She simply watched, and shrugged her shoulders at his final words. Cason wasn’t good at gaining anyone’s trust, with his attitude. So, it wasn’t that surprising that Sam was so against giving him a chance, until he proved he deserved one.

She walked over to him, as he checked his weapons, brushing a hand over his chest as she stared up at him and he complimented her outfit, “Thank you. I figured a dress was the easiest thing to move in, but you won’t get too much of a view unless I have to do some badass kicking.”

She giggled and brushed her hand up the side of his neck, trailing her fingers up over his jaw, “Promise me something? You’ll be careful too. I don’t really believe in the whole ‘love’ thing, but I know that I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I would hate to come home to a cold bed. Promise me that when this is over, you’ll be at the finish line with a kiss and a smile…and minimal blood on your clothes.”, she finished with a smirk, her bright eyes shining up at his.

Duke

After several moments of toilet thinking and calling in an order for pizza, Duke stood from the closed lid, and squared his shoulders. He stepped up to the mirror and looked himself over, making a few faces at himself, to attempt to bring forward a poker face of some sort. Esme needed support. He had a lot dumped on him at once, sure, but he had to think of all the stress she had been under for the last few days, having any sort of powers around the Winchesters.

Dean alone wasn’t the most supportive type, when it came to psychics, unless they were useful to him. Duke had to be the way he always was, Dean’s buffer. He needed to be more supportive. He needed to be less rash and quick to judge. He needed to make sure that she had told him everything, but that he took most of it in stride, because he had nothing to fear. She couldn’t hurt humans. The only control she had over humans was the ability to help them feel better, or possibly…worse.

“You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna tell her that you’re good. There’s no reason you can’t move past this, along with everything else. She needs someone…”, he muttered to himself, staring into his own blue eyes. After a few moments, he huffed and nodded his head. Pushing his dirty blond hair away from his forehead, he pushed it back, and checked himself over one more time, before turning to the door. He opened the door and walked back into the room, his hands on his hips.

As he stepped into the room, he could tell that Esme was likely curled up next to Sarah, by the way the bed dipped on one side. He sighed, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, before clearing his throat, “I um. I ordered a pizza. But if you need to rest, I can just head him off and um…and get my own room. But I wanted you to know, if you’re even awake, I’m not going anywhere. I want to know more. I want to try to…to understand, because you deserve that. You would do the same for me, and um…if you’re awake, maybe we can just, eat some pizza?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason raised his eyebrows and he stifled a quiet laugh as Natalia responded to his voice exactly as he had expected. He was happy she didn’t have a gun in her hand at that moment, but as she turned and scolded him for entering the room, he raised his hands with a shrug and wide eyes, “What do you mean? I said I was taking you out. I can be anywhere I want, any time I want. I chose to be here. It’s not my fault that your spatial awareness is shit…”, he said simply, tapping his fingers on the table casually.

He straightened and frowned a bit, almost offended when she asked him what his troubles could possibly be, as if he wasn’t allowed to have feelings as a demon, “Ouch. That’s rude. It just so happens that a friendly Winchester squad cowboy with a washboard smuggled under his skin decided to show up and flip my entire life upside down, and now I’m stuck with you. So, yeah. Real problems.”

He took another drink of his whiskey, watching carefully as Nat laid out her clothes and then turned her back to him, undressing. He raised his eyebrows, scanning over her back, and turned his eyes down to his glass, as if she could see that he was trying to be respectful. He couldn’t help his eyes from scanning back up, tracing over the scars on her back. As she sat down on the bed to pull her pants off, and replace them, Cason flipped over the second glass that he had brought with him, and he poured a bit of whiskey into the glass, quietly standing from the chair. He waltzed over to her, his feet nearly silent against the carpet, and as he stepped up behind her, he leaned in close to breathe against her neck.

“Have some whiskey. It’ll relax you a bit…you know, for the hunt.”, he whispered, brushing a few strands of her hair to the side with his nose, and a wide smile, “We need to make this look real.”

Dean Winchester

Dean waved Sam off before Sam left the room, and turned back to Mika. He watched her for a moment as she walked over to her bag, but after a moment, he picked his own bag up from the floor and rummaged through it for a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Finding them, he stripped his pants off, tossing them over the back of one of the chairs in the room, and unfolded his jeans, slipping them on quickly. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched Mika get ready, a lot faster than he managed to.

As she spoke up, Dean sighed, “I um…i don’t know. I think we have as much of a shot as we ever did. We don’t have much of a choice. I mean, the angels seem pretty adamant about the consequences of our failure, you know?”

He pulled his jacket and white shirt off, tossing them over the chair with his pants, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He stepped back over to the bag and pulled a flannel, shoving his arms through it and then stepped over to his boots, stepping into them.

“What I do know, is that we’re all coming out of this safe. Even if we fail, and we have to go at it with every angel in the universe, we’re gonna come out of this. Just…please stay close to me. Don’t do anything stupid, and help me keep an eye on the demon.”, he finally finished, almost grumbling as he thought of Cason just having free reign with the other girls. He didn’t like him with Esme any more, but at least with Esme, he knew Cason would stay out of trouble.

Annabeth

By the time Sam arrived back at the room, Anna was already dressed in a plain black sun dress, her curly hair bouncing effortlessly over her shoulders as she stepped into her boots. When he started digging through his bag for clothing and repeated his and Dean’s paranoid orders, Anna sighed and leaned against the table.

“I promise. If anything happens, you’ll be the first name I call. Okay? You don’t have to worry about me with Cason. He’s not going to hurt me, and if I remember him the way I think I do, he won’t let me get hurt either.”, she explained softly, pasting on the convincing smile that always seemed to warm Sam up to her ideas. She turned and glanced at the wall behind Sam, and sighed.

“He might have technically kidnapped me when I was a kid…but if he hadn’t, I would probably be dead. Bait, or worse. I think you can trust him. I can’t even believe I’m saying that…”

Duke

Duke couldn’t help the sad grimace that covered his face as Esme essentially doubled down, almost silently about her fear of him not being able to take the news she was about to lay on him. He squared his shoulders, and nodded his head, giving her the go ahead to just tell him. He watched her face carefully. He nodded once more as she began speaking, and glanced down at their hands, tightening his own grip as she did.

As she leaned into him, he furrowed his brow. She seemed to be trying to get as close to him as possible, as if she could hold him steady and keep him from running to the door. He simply stayed still, and let her pull herself into him, as she continued. He raised his eyebrows with a small nod at the word ‘psychic’, taking a deep breath. He knew a few psychics, and not all of them were bad people. They were actually pretty helpful, depending on their brand of powers, which he had a feeling he was about to learn about Esme, “Alright. That’s not so bad…”

But as she continued, he frowned at the story. Part of his brain wished he could have been there as an extra set of hands during the battle. It seemed brutal. He brought his hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek as she broke off her words, and gripped his arm, before continuing. He wrapped his fingers around her jaw, keeping her close to him as he sighed through his nose. Dean had died. Esme had been injured pretty bad. Why hadn’t he been called about the whole thing? At least Bobby could have called him.

But then she began to speak about her skin heating up, and her burning a demon, and as she kept describing what had happened, he realized that her psychic powers went way beyond just being able to see the future, or find someone on a map. He took a deep breath and held it in, his heart speeding up with a bit of fear. This was beyond anything he had ever heard of, and part of him wanted to call her a liar, and scold her for pranking him. But judging by her body language, and the sound of her voice as she finished, this was no prank. She could kill demons with…her mind? But she needed provocation. Her powers didn’t work on humans. They didn’t work on humans.

“But you can’t hurt humans…”, he muttered suddenly, not pulling away from her. He didn’t look down at her face for a moment, just staring off into the distance as he rolled all of the information over in his mind. His heart hammered against his chest, and he swore she would be able to hear it, if he didn’t calm himself.

“I um…I don’t know what to say. I mean…you’re a demon nuke. I can’t see a downside to that, other than it has to mess with you. If you get too mad you get super tired and stuff.”, he rationalized out loud, staring around the room randomly, before turning his eyes down to her, “What am I supposed to make of that? If I know you, I know you’re expecting me to run, or whatever, but…I can’t do that. I need…I need to take a short walk, if that’s okay. I need to take a deep breath, and kind of wrap my head around everything because…I love you. I do. But I haven’t seen you in years and then…this is all…and…”

Duke broke off, and he leaned forward, pressing a tight kiss to Esme’s forehead, closing his eyes as he released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, “ I’m not leavin’. Don’t get that in your head, alright? I need a drink. I need to order pizza and get a drink, and then let’s talk about this. I got some questions..”

Duke felt guilty stammering everything out so fast, but it was a lot for his brain to handle. He untangled himself from Esme, and slowly stepped out of the bed, before he walked over to the dresser. He picked up his phone, and stepped into the bathroom, to both order food and take a deep breath, closing the door behind him.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean barely noticed that Sam had followed him into the kitchen as he picked up the pot from the coffee maker and filled three mugs carefully. But when Sam mentioned his mumbling, he scoffed and almost whipped around to just tell Sam what had happened between himself and Lexi. But after thinking about it for a few seconds, he simply turned and leaned against the counter, bringing his mug to his lips, while he slid Lexi and Sam’s mugs across the counter if they wanted them.

“I had a weird night sleep, that’s all. We’re dreams. Weird pain in the neck. I had to have a conversation with that side of my brain.”, he explained, raising his eyebrows. He took a long drink of his coffee, watching Sam’s face to see if he believed him. He was paranoid at that moment, that Sam would just figure out he was nervous around Lexi, more so than normal.

As Lexi stepped into the room, Dean nearly choked on his coffee, and he carefully sat his mug down on the counter beside him, watching her step into the room and greet Sam. She was a much better actor than he was, and as she played off everything, just commenting on the beds, Dean smirked and nodded, “Good! I’m glad to um…I’m glad to hear you slept good. I was worried.”

He stared at her face, trying to catch her gaze, but he also kept Sam’s gaze strong in the corner of his vision, in case he was onto them. He reached to his side, and picked up the mug he had prepared for Lexi, holding it out to her, “You up for a quick trip into town later on? I don’t figure Sam has much going on, and we desperately need food.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss to Lexi’s forehead, standing up straight. He shook his head, with a dramatic pout and squinted his eyes, “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t shoot anyone and…that…happened. So, after some coffee, we can call it forgotten.”, he held a hand out, before clenching it into a fist and turning to open the door.

He almost paused as he stood there, holding the doorknob. The temptation to turn around and just hang out with her, in whatever way she would have him, all day was strong. But he turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway, only to nearly yelp as Sam’s voice rang out, shattering the quiet of the hallway, “Jesus Christ! You can’t just sneak up on people like that Sam!”

He held his hand over his chest, bending slightly at the waist as he glanced up at his brother and shook his head, “Everything’s fine. I was just checking in with Lexi after she um…she tripped and it’s a bit of a maze in some of the rooms, you know? She’s good. We’re good. I’m starving.”

Dean cringed at his own awkwardness, as he pushed past Sam and walked down the hall in front of him, toward the war room. He didn’t even stop when he entered the war room. He simply walked quickly into the kitchen and stepped over to the sink, turning on the cold water. He cupped his hand under the cold water, and splashed it over his face. He stood and shook the water from his hair, before grabbing a bar mop, and wiping his face with it. After a moment of holding the towel over his lips, he reached up and grabbed two coffee mugs, one for himself and one for Lexi.

“Just act cool. She’s not going anywhere and things will be weird if you keep acting like a shy little choir boy…”, he muttered to himself, stepping over to the coffee pot. He pressed the button to turn it on, and sat the mugs in front of it, “And this is good. All is good. You’re good…”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean sighed with relief as Lexi stated that she would like to stay with him. He had almost held his breath waiting for her answer, and as her face leaned into his touch, he brushed his thumb across her cheek even tighter. The warmth of her hand covering his just made his need to kiss her grow even further. This was intimacy he hadn’t realized he missed in general. It wasn’t just in his mourning that he missed that side of his bed being filled up. He missed the ability to take someone’s breath away, and to have his own stolen. He missed having someone’s hands on his, just that bit of warmth telling him that life wasn’t lost.

He nodded, brushing his nose across hers once again, smiling brightly, “I can definitely relate.”, he murmured softly, “I will have to tread a bit lightly around you, now…just…because I don’t want to push things to a weird level, if you’re staying.”

He laughed softly, and tilted his head down, brushing his lips across hers gently. He then nuzzled his nose up and over hers, before pulling back to look at her better. He then shrugged his shoulders, and pulled her hand with his as he dropped their hands to his lap, and he watched her eyes. He suddenly laughed, and raised his eyebrows, “But I guess we don’t have to be shy around each other anymore.”

As he said the words, his heart fluttered in his chest, just thinking about her being around the bunker on a regular basis. There were a lot of tight corridors and quiet spaces. The odds of him being able to keep his hands off her now were slim, yet he barely knew her. He didn’t know what her boundaries would be, despite how quickly they had almost fallen into a level of intimacy he never thought he would feel again. He took a deep breath, and pushed the thoughts from his mind, before they convinced him to push things to a point he would regret.

“I should probably let you finish getting ready. Sam might um…he might worry about us if we stay locked up too long.”, he chuckled, and carefully pulled himself from her to stand. As he stood to his feet, he leaned over her, brushing her hair back from her face, and pressed a tight kiss to her forehead, “I’m glad your foot is okay…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Anna

Dean rolled his eyes at everyone being so playful, while he still grappled with his annoyance with taking a demon with them at all. He raised a hand and waved it at all of them, except Mika, “Alright. Get the hell out of my room so we can get dressed. We’ll catch up in a few. An Nat? This is a business trip. It’s not a frat party for you to…do whatever you do at a party. Got it? You too Sammy.”

Anna was too busy laughing at Nat’s messing with Sam to really be bothered by Dean acting like a father. She stepped close to Sam as Nat stepped out of the room, and shot Nat a wink as she exited. She snarled her nose at the same time that Dean did, but Dean gave a little shudder about the infant bones. Anna was realizing that she had even less of a reason to like witches, if they were all into killing babies or digging them up to use their bones.

Shaking the thought from her head, she looked up at Sam, and trailed her hand down to grab his. She shook her hair over her shoulder and leaned up on her tiptoes togged closer to his face, “I’m going to get dressed. I’m definitely not wearing heels to a graveyard. A broken ankle isn’t high on my list of things I am excited about, tonight. I’ll see you in a minute?”

She asked the question with a slight smile, leaning up a bit further to press a tight kiss to his lips, before she let his hand go, and walked to the door. Dean raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mika, before glancing back to Sam, “Pretty casual with the PDA after what…a day of knowing each other again? Some things never change, I guess.”, he teased, before turning to his bag.

As Nat stepped into her room, and kicked off her heels, Cason watched her patiently from the table that sat in the front corner of the room. He had already gotten himself dressed in a casual suit, with no tie and shiny Chelsea boots. His hair was carefully placed on the top of his head, and he smelled extra nice, as if he was taking out a first date somewhere in the city.

“I think you look stunning in the ‘same old shit’.”, his voice suddenly rang out in the room, smooth and calm as he smiled widely at her, showing every one of his too white teeth. He lifted a glass of whiskey he had poured himself from the bottle he brought as a gift, and took a drink, “And don’t mind me. I’m just here to drink away my troubles, and give you a ride…since this is a date, and all. I heard everything.”

Duke

Duke listened carefully as Esme explained that Sarah was essentially just a large and invisible guard dog. From the sounds of it, as long as Esme could see Sarah, she could control her, and Sarah didn’t seem to mind. Duke took a deep breath, and scanned Esme’s face, before glancing down to where Sarah laid. He nodded slowly and glanced down at his and Esme’s hands, scanning over the mark on her hand. Somehow he hadn’t noticed the mark before, but now, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Some sort of demonic branding that could make her see Hellhounds? Sounded like a hunter’s dream.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s…it is a shock. I’m not going to lie. She seems big, and I know what Hellhounds can do to a person, you know? And most Hellhounds aren’t pets. I haven’t known many demons that kept them. I mean…I don’t go around hangin’ out with demons very often anyway, but apparently the Winchesters are doin’ in now. So maybe I’m behind on the times.”

He chuckled nervously, after his nervous ramble about Sarah. But as Sarah stood from the bed and climbed on to the floor, Duke felt the bed rise with the loss of her weight. He still shivered a bit, as the last of his adrenaline rush, at the revelation began to fade. As Esme turned back to him, he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand and took a deep breath as she spoke, “It’s…unusual. But if she makes you feel better, who am I to ask her to leave. Just…keep her on her leash, if that’s a thing.”

He moved quickly as she mentioned that she had something else to tell him. He wrapped an arm around the middle of her back, helping her lay back against the headboard. It killed him that she was so injured, despite everything that seemed to be coming up about her life. He wanted to know everything about what her life had been since she had left. Every single thing. But she seemed genuinely worried he would run off if she told him anything more, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you could tell me anything heavier than what’s been laid on me tonight. I’m gonna need a stiff drink, an IOU for that kiss from earlier, and pizza, but you can lay it on me.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Anna

Anna tilted her head to the side, giving Sam a look as she moved her eyes from the floor to scan his face, “I mean, no. But he won’t let me get hurt, and I don’t think he’ll be sketchy. As much as I want to punch him in the face, he seems to want to help.”

Dean shook his head with a sigh, as she spoke to Sam, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t want Cason to go at all, much less to have any chance to get his hooks back into Anna and both tear his brother’s heart out, and possibly turn her into a little nuke. He was willing to give her a chance, thanks to Mika’s insistence, but he still couldn’t fight back his fear that she was dangerous, if left with the wrong people. But then Nat chimed in, and Dean held his hand out to her in a ‘can you not?’ gesture.

But Anna raised her eyebrows at Nat’s offer, and she straightened, glancing between Nat and Sam as Sam complained about the option. But Anna shook her head, “Someone has to go with him, whether it bothers you or not, and he’s damn sure not going with you or your brother. That leaves one of us…”

Dean groaned, and tilted his head back, his frustration levels hitting the ceiling as he listened to all of them argue but justify why Anna and Nat should go to the graveyard with Cason. But then Mika stepped in and he shot a glare to her, “No, I don’t…”, he started, but broke his words off as she continued her explanation and he couldn’t completely argue with her logic. Someone would need to go with him, either way, or they could be blown before they ever got to the demon. He growled low in his chest and crossed his arms, “Fine. FINE! But if anything happens to either of you, I’ll kill him before he can leave the graveyard. One hair on either head.”

“Deal.”, Anna chimed in, and Dean’s eyes shot toward her with surprise that she was even speaking to him in this moment, “Since you seem to care for now. Fine. If anything happens to either of us, you have full reign to kill Cason.”

Dean raised his eyebrows even higher, and he nodded his head slowly at Anna, “Deal.”

Anna smirked as Nat turned to her, and she reached her hand out to pick up Nat’s hand, bowing in front of her in a teasing manner, “I would love to be your date. I have a feeling that my chauffeur isn’t going to be much fun…”

Duke

Duke watched as Esme tried to find a way to explain to him what Sarah actually was, raising his eyebrows as she repeated him. He glanced down at Sarah as Esme petted the side of Sarah’s face, and he could clearly hear Sarah’s little pants of excitement, and her small whimper to let Esme know she missed her. He raised his eyes back to Esme’s face as she leaned her head against the top of Sarah’s head and slowly explained what she was. Duke’s eyes widened suddenly, and he scooted back from Esme, causing Sarah to tilt her head to the side as she nuzzled Esme.

“A Hellhound?! The demon…has pet Hellhounds? And you can see them. You can see Hellhounds.”, he reasoned as he stared between Esme and the area he knew Sarah was lying, his eyes very wide and concerned. His heart was racing as he tried to decide if this was too crazy, or if this was just another weird circumstances of the Winchesters and their ability to gain weird alliances. He stopped scooting back and simply watched, waiting for Sarah to attack him and rip his flesh from his bones.

When she didn’t move, and instead, it seemed like she was simply loving on Esme, “Okay. I thought you had just got some weird tattoo on your hand but you can actually get the…the Hellhound to listen to you, and you can see her. She’s just…lying there?”, he asked carefully, wincing as Esme hissed in pain. He quickly scooted closer to her and sighed, “Anything else I need to know if I’m stayin’? You okay? I’m supposed to be here to help and all that. That was just a bit of a…shock.”

He chuckled, still a bit shaky at the fact that he had a Hellhound in bed with him, only separated from killing him, by Esme. He reached a hand out and brushed his fingers down Esme’s cheek, a show of acceptance, in the midst of his panicking heart, but he could feel Sarah’s breath hot against his arm. It was oddly not as scary as it should have been. Maybe because Esme was snuggling with her so close.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean glanced down at his ant Lexi’s hands as she held his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her fingers and relaxed a bit, turning his eyes back up to hers. He scanned her face carefully, and raised his eyebrows at ‘I’m not sorry’. He hadn’t expected her to react positively at all, despite their obvious attraction to each other. He stared into her eyes, not moving an inch as she leaned in and covered his lips with hers once again.

After a beat, Dean released one of her hands, and he brought his hand up to cradle her cheek, deepening the kiss instantly as he pulled her face tighter to his. It was odd. It was foreign. It was new, but the kiss almost caused his head to hurt with excitement as he broke down that boundary between them that had been aching to crumble since they were alone in the vault.

As the kiss became more heated, and he realized things could go in a direction neither of them might be ready for, Dean broke the kiss and pressed his forehead tightly against hers, nuzzling her nose with his. He brushed his lips over hers, and finally opened his eyes to look into hers, “So…you can stay if you want.”

He let out a breathless laugh, through his panting, as his thumb stroked across her cheek. He wanted to get to know her better, and spend more time with her. He didn’t know where things could go. Hell, he barely was able to shower alone, these days. But if there was one thing he knew, it was that Mika would want him to be happy, however reluctant with the ‘how’ of his happiness. She would be jealous as hell, but proud of him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean moved to the side, letting Sam and Nat come in, as he took in the information they had given him. He watched Anna closely as she stepped into the room, frowning a bit at how afraid of him she seemed, now that his mood had shifted into work mode. Dean smirked at the girls going back and forth over Cason inviting both Anna and Nat to be his plus one, and honestly, he didn’t really want Cason to come along at all.

“Well we can attempt to avoid that whole scenario.”, he chimed, before Sam asked him what they had found out from Nat, “It seems that we’ve all been given similar information, as far as things sounding very witchy. The widow said basically nothing, except that the girl…who’s name is on the paper you guys had is their babysitter.”

Anna stepped away from Sam, but stayed close to the door, leaning against the wall. She frowned at the word ‘witch’ being brought up again, but stayed pretty quiet. It was bad enough that it seemed they would have to work with her ex, but working with Dean and Cason, she felt like an easy target for almost anything that wanted to get ahold of her. After a few moments, she spoke up, “Maybe I should go with Cason.”

“What?!”, Dean asked incredulously, turning to her with raised eyebrows.

“I know him better than anyone here, at least…aside from the demon stuff. And he probably knows more about demons than most of us. So, maybe I should go with him, and you guys can mosey around and check into things.”, she explained, shrugging her shoulders as she turned her eyes down toward the carpet.

Duke and Cason

Duke chuckled as Esme brought her hand up to his chest and pushed him back from the kiss. Her words forced a wide smile across his face, and as she nuzzled his nose, his smile fell slowly until their lips were meeting again. He returned the kiss, pulling her into him as she deepened the kiss. He had just leaned his weight against her, to lay her down on the mattress, when the door suddenly opened, and he pulled from the kiss with a gasp of surprise, instinctively covering Esme a bit better with the blankets.

“I should know better than to not knock with this group. I haven’t even been gone that long!”, Cason complained as he stepped into the room. Sarah quickly ran away from him, and jumped onto Esme’s side of the bed, curling up near her side, while eyeing Duke with curiosity. Not that he could see that.

Duke narrowed his eyes and he raised his hand, “Dude! Yeah, knockin’ is usually a bit of a courtesy, you know! We were just about to order a pizza, since you took ten years to show back up. She needs to rest.”

Cason sighed, tapping his fingers on the table as he walked over to it, and he avoided raising his glance to look at Esme. He could tell, by the fact that Duke was shirtless and Esme’s shoulders were peeking out from under the blankets that there was more going on than just ordering a simple pizza. Something had been rekindled, and any work he had put into getting Esme to come around, and give him a chance was shattered, the second Duke came sweeping back in.

“Well, I brought Sarah. I thought she could…help with the healing and stuff. I’ll go…find a room.”, he grumbled, pointing a finger at Sarah, “Stay or go, but stay away from the Winchesters, Sarah.”

He turned and placed his hand on the door knob, before exiting the room with another grumble. He couldn’t take care of her. He couldn’t hold her, without being assaulted, and now, he had brought her a dog to say ‘sorry for you being tortured because of me’ and she was snuggled up in bed with some grifter he didn’t know. It was as if he was being punished all over again, for things he had done over two hundred years ago.

“Who’s Sarah?”, Duke asked, a little whiplashed from Cason’s quick in and out. The guy seemed really upset when he left, but Duke glanced over to the depression on the bed, where Cason had been pointing, and Sarah nudged Esme’s neck, draping a paw over her lap carefully, “Invisible dog?”