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"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya reached out and took Sam’s hand as he extended it to her, allowing him to pull her from the room and down the hall with him. It was such a simple gesture, but it meant a lot. She felt oddly safe around Sam, and she felt safe here. Her father would have had plenty to say about her behavior, considering she had only known Sam a few hours and was already walking around his home, holding his hand, and going on a tour as if they were meeting at the altar in a week.

When they stepped into the library, she staggered a bit in the doorway and then she finally processed how amazing the library looked, even with the visible dust all over the whole room. It was clear that many of these books hadn’t been touched in many many years, which made her want to read them all. She stepped further between the shelves, brushing a bit of dust off one of the diaries, one Ben Trimble - Men of Letters. She ran her finger along the embedded name and glanced up at Sam as he went quiet.

She looked up at him, grabbing for another book to dust off as she frowned, wondering what he was thinking. It was times like these that she wished she could just ask him, without having to fumble with anything, or have both her hands free. She brushed it off for a moment, and dusted off a plate that told what was in a particular shelf. She then stepped around to the small table, brushing her fingers across a few carvings in the wood. She pulled her phone out and typed a message, “I’ll probably be in here, if you ever lose me.”

Anya held it up beside her head with a sly smirk, and then pulled it down after it played, and typed a quick message, “Are you okay? If you’re tired or you need some alone time or something, I am happy to just find a book and head back to my room.”, she played the message, and looked up at him with a sympathetic look. She honestly hoped he would say ‘no’ and that she wasn’t being too much, and that maybe they had just trudged up some bad memories or something. Then again, it would be a lot easier to leave him, if she never really got to know him.

Dean

Dean honestly felt his chest swell a bit as Lexi covered her face and hid her laughter from him. He could make her laugh. No. He was making her laugh. That was a welcome sight as he rolled his eyes. She confirmed that she knew he wasn’t dedicated to the case, at which he didn’t have a choice but to shrug his shoulders innocently, “I can’t help it.”, he started. But then his mouth nearly dropped open.

She all but confirmed that she was willing to giving thought to having sex with him, something he had a very hard time getting out of his mouth as a request or even a flirtation. He opened his mouth a few times to speak, but couldn’t quite find the words to even begin to cover what was going through his head. And of course…she continued.

He followed her hands up and down as she teased him, taking in every inch of her body that he could see above the table, and he swallowed heavily at the end of her flirtation, “And um…do…d-do you still h-have those clothes? Just wondering. I mean…I-I’m a panties kinda guy anyway, but it never hurts to um…experiment.”

Dean’s heart hammered at the amount of energy it took to stammer out that entire sentence and he took a deep breath, blowing it out as if he had just ran a marathon, “You know what I mean, don’t even look at me like that…tease.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya let her shoulders relax as Sam laughed at her sense of humor. They hadn’t exactly started on the best foot for friendship, but it was starting to seem like they had a lot more in common than not. The thought nearly caused her to blush, which made her feel even more ridiculous, like she had some sort of school girl crush on the attractive stranger she had just met..

When he gestured for them to continue the tour, Anya practically hopped in the air with a bit of excitement. His list of places they could go check out were all really boring, but for some reason they still sounded exciting, especially when he came to the one word she had hoped he would say, ‘library’. She beamed, her eyes lighting up, and she quickly fumbled with her phone.

“Library.”, it said simply, and then she furthered her sentence in the machine, “I would like to see the library…Please.”

She finished the message with a bright smile, taking in the features of his face, finally. She scanned from his bright hazel eyes, to the way his face creased when he smiled, and the scrunch of his forehead when he was in thought. His smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear. But he was a hunter, despite being beautiful.

Dean

Dean raised his eyebrows at Lexi all but telling him that he had no negotiation power. As fast as their relationship had moved, of course he had negotiation power. He was kind of the one who made the first move. But when she continued, he tilted his head back with a small ‘ah’, understanding the route she was going to go down. He had to work for the next step in their relationship.

With a deep frown, he glared at her jokingly, “That’s not exactly fair. You’re here. You wear the clothing…that…makes you look…like that, and I can’t even request that you wear my clothes?”, he spoke as if he was negotiating a bank deal, “Doesn’t seem like a fair deal, unless you tell me just how much work I need to get done to warrant such a thing.”

He tapped the table, as if he had won, opening his book with sass, but then something dawned on him, and he laid his arm across the book and leaned forward again. Lowering his voice, he cringed before asking, “Does that mean…s-you know…sex is out too? Because you know…that’s a big step for us and I just think if you’re interested, you probably shouldn’t miss out just to um…stick it to the man or whatever. Not that I’m not dedicated to the case.”, he rambled, raising his eyebrows as if it would convince her that he was dedicated and more interested in the case than their budding (quickly) romance.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason felt a tiny pang of guilt hit his chest when she said they were no longer using the word ‘demon’. It shouldn’t be that hard, but then again, he was a demon. It was hard not to notice, especially if he ended up injured or in a place where he was expected to do human things…like sleep.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and then listened intently as Nat spilled her guts about her favorite things. He wanted to know everything. The music wasn’t all that surprising, but when she got to the movie part, he scoffed and tilted his head in a way that said ‘well, that’s interesting’, “I will um…keep that in my mind somewhere. Might have to use that one against you.”, he said with a chuckle as they pulled near the carnival, and got in line for the parking lot.

His travel wishes were what piqued his interest the most. He wanted her to travel. He wanted her to actually experience all the things he tried to put into her brain when she was in the hospital. In fact, the things she described, fit that bill just right. He would end up taking her, just to prove to her that they were real, and that there was more to this world than an old car and a dusty motel room.

“You will.”, he said with certainty when she mentioned wanting to feel whole again. He was sure of it. She would recover, but she needed to not only forgive herself, but she had to get past what happened to the point that she could grow from it, “It’s not ridiculous at all. Part of being human, the part that I don’t miss, is feeling everything all at once. You learn to shut it off, until you turn into some sort of cornered animal and you lash out…and then you heal and around the block you go.”

He waved his hand in the air, and then sighed, “What I would like, is to find a way to break that cycle. No more wounded dog. No more lashing out. I meant what I said. And ‘no one’ means you too. No one will hurt you while I’m around…even yourself.”, he finished his sentence, glancing over at her with a serious look on his face, a rare occurance for him, as his natural state was snark. After a moment, a heavy knock on the window caused his eyes to cover over in black for a split second as he was startled, and he turned and rolled the window down.

“You snuck up on me!”, he cooed to the elderly lady, holding her hand out. He flashed her a wide smile, and pulled a bill out of his pocket, dropping it into her hand. She said nothing, just ushering them through the gate to go find a parking space.

Dean

Dean sat down at the bar and instantly pointed to a bottle of beer he saw down the way, “We’ll take four of those!”, he called to the bartender, who slung his towel onto his shoulder, nodded and instantly fished four beers out of the cooler below him. He popped all four tops and sat them on the counter in front of Dean and Mika, “Just start us a tab!”

The bartender smirked, nodded, sized Mika up, and then walked away, fishing a note pad out of his pocket. Dean grabbed his beer and held it up in the air, gesturing for Mika to grab her own. As soon as she did, he clanked their bottles together and then took a long drink of his own beer, glancing around them, “This place makes me want a cigar, I swear. I don’t even smoke anymore, but that smell. It just brings back way too many good memories, and a few not so fun memories of Bobby nearly chasing me out of town for smoking in my room.”

He laughed, shaking his head. This was the first time he had felt truly normal since returning from Hell. It was the first time that he didn’t constantly have those thoughts of Hell running through his brain, and for a moment, he felt happy. Maybe it was the bar or maybe it was Mika, but whatever it was…he felt good.

“Just don’t get me too drunk. I get a little handsy…”, he leaned in and told her with a goofy smirk, as if they had just met, and she knew nothing about him.

Anna

Anna let go of Sam’s hand as he kissed her deeply, bringing both her hands up to brush them through his hair, doing her best to not let him go. She honestly wanted to chain herself to him, after feeling like for the first time, she would never see him again. When he pulled back, just enough to whisper those three words back to her, she smiled softly, sniffling and as the tears fell between their lips, turning the kiss salty and in a way, more emotional, she tightened her grip on his hair.

Shifting her body, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him at the foot of the bed. She reached her hand down, pulling at the hems of his shirts, before brushing her fingers over his abs gently, feeling his muscles move against her palm as she kissed him. And after a few moments, her heart suddenly began to hammer in her chest and her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts. She was no longer in the moment, and was in a sheer moment of panic, out of nowhere. She felt sick.

She suddenly broke the kiss, pulling her hand from the back of his hair, and pulling her other hand to her chest as she climbed off his lap and brushed the flannel she was wearing as a dress down flat. She brushed her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath as more tears came.

“I c-can’t. We can’t. This was a mistake and you’re probably going to just…drop dead in front of me at any second because I’m stupid. How could I be so stupid?! I let you in. I was told not to and I let you in. I let you come to me. And now, I…I…I don’t know what to do but this…this isn’t where we should be. I need to go. I need to keep you safe and I need to make sure that…that this…”, she rambled while pacing back and forth, her voice desperate and terrified. At the end of her sentence, she finally broke, sinking to knees on the floor as she sobbed. This was quite literally a lose/lose situation, and there was no way Sam would accept it, but she couldn’t just put him in danger, even if he was dumb enough to get himself killed over a woman.

Duke

Duke opened his mouth to prepare to capture Esme’s lips as she nuzzled his nose back. He just wanted to get back to business, and possibly go out later, if they found the time. Not that he thought they could find the time. But as she spoke against his lips, his breath stopped for a moment, chasing her movements with his lips. It was then that she realized she was looking him in the eyes, and though his eyes were hooded, he couldn’t help but sink into the gaze.

“Yeah…you know, that thing you make when you have stuff to do.”, he whispered back, but her next words were surprisingly sexy, acknowledging his rebel nature and his toughness. He nearly groaned at the sound of her voice, but tilted his head with his lips pouted, as if she was definitely correct.

But then her cheek was on his and her breath was washing over his ear, and he shuddered visibly, tightening his hands in the sheets near her shoulder. He was barely functional, by the time she pulled back and her lips were in kissing distance once again, only for her to continue teasing him. When she began to sit up, he moved his hand from the sheets to her bare shoulder and pressed her back down, “I think…”

Duke leaned down, placing soft kisses from her collarbone, all the way up to her jaw, where he gave a tiny little bite and a chuckle, “The list can wait.”, he drawled. He then reached back with one arm, and pulled the covers up over his head, before covering her lips with his again. It would be a miracle if they could get any work done at all around each other, at this point.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

‘Magic?’, Anya thought to herself as Sam joined her, and she glanced up from the table she was looking at to scan over his face as he spoke about his home with such excitement. It was endearing, and even though she refused to get attached to any hunters, ever again, this place seemed safe enough to at least pry. Just a little.

When he pointed out the glowing rune, she looked at it closely, gasping a soft breath at how cool it was. Her mind wandered, almost in time with him mentioning the same thing she was thinking. She wondered how many times you could walk into a room in the bunker, move one thing, and find a whole new world under it. Sam’s words matching her thoughts just made her smile, and she pulled her phone up to type, “I was actually just thinking that you must find things all the time.”

She laughed silently, and straightened up, running her hand through her hair to push it behind her ear with a shy look. She thought about what to say, and eventually settled on something she had meant to say when he first agree with Dean to help her.

“By the way. Thank you. I don’t have anywhere else to go at this point, and to be honest, you’re the most normal and relatable…and young hunter I’ve dealt with. I have high hopes for you.”, she pushed play and smiled at the small joke at the end of her sentence. She didn’t know how long she would be staying, but they were off to a good start as far as getting to know each other. She had no family, or friends. Just finding common ground with someone else was refreshing.

Dean

Dean felt almost guilty when Lexi began to explain that he didn’t have to rush himself. He didn’t even want to put that on her. He didn’t want to be taken care of. But he could tell in her words that she wasn’t necessarily trying to take care of him. She was giving him space. The space that Sam normally refused to give him. He would take it. He sighed, and nodded, with a small chuckle at the mental image of her in dirty pajamas eating a barrel of ice cream. It was honestly so fitting.

“Yeah…well…”, he started, but she drove home the point of him being able to ask her anything he wanted to know. Honestly, he wanted to know everything about her. As guilty as he felt half the time he touched her, he also felt some sort of comfort in having her so close. And he wanted to know why. He wanted to know every inner working of her brain…eventually.

“I’ll have to give you the Sam Winchester interrogation, soon. Cheaper than a therapist and better in the sack.”, he joked with her to lighten the mood, as she took her deep breath and he glanced down at his glass of whiskey. Then came the call to action, mixed with a tiny bit of blackmail for his stomach that caused him to groan.

“Of course you’re going to use food to blackmail me into work. Of course you are. That’s just who you are…”, he feigned misery, finishing with a light chuckle, as he sat up straight in his chair, downed his whiskey, and pulled a book toward him, “I guess we should get to work. But I’m getting that pie! And you have to cook it in my t-shirt. Don’t ask. Just do.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason frowned, and glanced over at Nat as she asked for clarification about his music taste. He then rolled his eyes at the little nickname she gave him, though the fact that she gave him a nickname made his chest swell a bit. He shook his head, “I’m old. Like…really old. Most demons are.”, he tried to justify, but glancing over and seeing the amused look on her face, he shook his head and had to chuckle himself. Of course giving her any information about him was an instant way to give her ammunition to get the upper hand. He didn’t even know if he minded…

When she asked about his knowledge of her, he thought about it for a moment, and shrugged, “There’s plenty I don’t know about you. Our…meeting circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to relationship building. I know you love your car. I know you have an odd relationship with your brothers, and you have a tiny bit of a prejudice toward me, for good reason. I know you like to drink and you like junk food…a few specific types. But tell me, what kind of music do you like? Movies, hobbies, travel wishes…”

As he spoke, he waved his hand in a bit of a circle, as if to tell her to just spill as much information as she wanted to. He legitimately wanted to know everything she was willing to tell him, even if he didn’t quite know why…just like he couldn’t quite say why he had kissed her the night before, or why he had been tempted to do it again, several times since.

Dean

Dean chuckled at Mika’s call back to Duke. The two of them always had a complicated relationship, but they loved each other, and Mika was the only one who could get away with the type of teasing she threw at him. She also happened to be the only one who could calm Duke down in a lot of cases, when he rarely became angry. Feeling her hand in the pocket of his jeans, he flinched at first, and then chuckled and stared down at her with a smirk, “I mean, if you’re gonna do the whole PDA thing, we may want to find a darker bar…”

With another amused laugh, he pulled his keys out of his pocket, just as they stepped off the sidewalk, causing him to point toward the Impala. He glanced down the road a bit, seeing a beacon in the sea of diners and motels along the road, “Down there…”, he muttered, pointing at a sign with a neon naked woman on it, and just the word ‘Saloon’. Raising his eyebrows, he shrugged his shoudlers up around his ears, “They always have the cheapest beer. Let’s go.”

At the Bar

Dean stepped out of the Impala and ran around to the passenger side excitedly. He opened Mika’s door, and helped her out of the car, before turning and pointing to the sign, “It’s a Saloon.”, he chimed happily, with a wide smile on his face. He practically dragged her to the door of the establishment, and as soon as he opened it, the smell of cigar smoke and whiskey hit his nose, causing him to sign in ecstasy.

“Its…a saloon.”, he chimed again, walking her toward the dusty bar. The entire place was dark, save for a light behind the bar. The music was loud, and country, and around the room, various people had ‘fun’ against the walls. Dean was in heaven. This was heaven, “Let’s get a drink, and mingle. This is quite literally our kind of place!”

Anna

Anna didn’t fight Sam as he picked up her hand. The warmth of his palm against hers was honestly the most comforting thing she had felt since simply touching his hair again while they kissed. Feeling his heartbeat through his fingers calmed hers down a bit, almost syncing up with his the second they touched and she took a deep breath as he began speaking.

She nearly interrupted him when he told her she wasn’t selfish, opening her mouth to speak, but quickly closing it against to let him speak fully. She sighed through her nose, and finally raised her eyes to watch his face as he spoke. A small sob left her throat as a couple of tears fell, just hearing him admit that they would fight Lilith together. They would be in this together, and he definitely wanted her to stay. She kind of already knew that, obviously. He had flown over 3000 miles to find her. But the words were enough to nearly tear her down to her core.

She opened her mouth to speak again, only for him to continue in reference to their relationship. She hated that he felt solely responsible for how distant they had felt in the last few weeks, as if the was the only one who hadn’t worked toward anything. When in reality, she wasn’t seeing his true feelings either, due to the past. She was living in the past. He was here, now. He came after her, and he was here.

At his last words, she took a deep and shaky breath, not even sure how to react to his words. He didn’t hate her. He wasn’t angry with her. He didn’t even think she was selfish. He just…wanted her.

“I love you.”, she blurted out, her hand tightening in his. She had the urge to just smash her lips into his, and kiss him until morning to prove to him that she wouldn’t disappear. She wanted to somehow show she wasn’t the same runner she was at 16 and 22, and now recently…

Taking a chance, she leaned in and just gently brushed her lips across his, as if he would disappear from in front of her at any second.

Duke

Duke rolled his eyes at Esme as she stifled her laughter, but when she pulled the covers down, the smile on her face was hard to resist. He mirrored it almost instantly, and nodded, placing both his hands on his hips. He flashed a toothy smile, “That’s just how it goes around here, I guess. Every…single…time. Pretty soon, they’re gonna come into the room to a whole lot of ass…”

He laughed again, and watched her face intently, as she brushed her hair away from her face. The simple motion nearly took his breath away. She was just…too beautiful to be in his bed right now. He dropped his hands to his sides as she gave him the order, and glanced up at the ceiling, “I mean. I don’t know…I’m a bit afraid of traumatizing someone. Then again, everyone’s gone…and we’re all alone…so maybe there’s just nothing else to do.”

The whole time he spoke, he would pause, climbing onto the foot of the bed, crawling over her like a bridge. He stopped at the end of his sentence, and leaned forward, nuzzling her nose, “And I mean, we do have a to do list, today.”, he said softly against her lips, breaking into another wide smile.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya scoffed, rolling her eyes at the fact that Dean made fun of Sam for being a nerd. Of course he did. He didn't exactly seem the most moldable of humans, and maybe even a tiny bit prejudice against anything that didn't fit his narrow view of the world. They were going to have a lot of fun together…

She tightened her hand in Sam’s as he led her down the hallway toward the first area he wanted to show her. Honestly, she wanted to try and prove to him that she did want to be his friend, and that even though she was stressed, tired, and disappointed in his dismissal, she could forgive him for it. As they stepped into the first room, she raised her eyebrows as soon as they hit the landing. The room was expansive, and full of pre-World War 2 era computers that she had never seen before. A couple of them even lit up with their green cursors blinking wildly.

She pulled her hand from his for a moment, as he stretched his arm out to the room, and pulled her phone up, “This is amazing! Even the smell is amazing!”, she pressed play and then ran over to the nearest working computer, running her fingers over the old slick black keyboard with a wide smile on her face. She pulled the phone back to her front, and when she pressed send, she turned back to him and smiled, “It’s crazy that you live here. With all of this. Imagine if you could use it all, and stuff. I would never leave.”

Dean

Dean nodded, and raised his eyebrows, tipping his glass toward Lexi when she confirmed that she wanted to take the shot. He was hoping for that answer, and the look on his face was almost that of pride. He was proud of her, for being tough enough to at least be willing to keep hunting, despite the horror she went through. He stopped at the last words she said, at first, ‘her tragic backstory’. He swallowed a bit heavily, and turned his eyes down to the table, as the thought of talking about Mika in anything other than vague explanations caused his stomach to plummet.

“Yeah, well…we all have backstories.”, he started, but he couldn’t help the smile that threatened the corners of his mouth, even if he didn’t necessarily feel the same way. She wanted to be open with him. She wanted to have those hard conversations, and he didn’t know if he could reciprocate.

“I um…I’ll get there too. I honestly feel the need to ask you a million questions, but I…I don’t know if I can um…”, he stopped talking, tapping his glass on the table in frustration before clearing his throat, “Talking about things isn’t exactly my strong suit. I’m more of the eternalize and ruin my liver type.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya smiled brightly as Sam offered to take her on a tour of the bunker. Of course she wanted to go. This place was a fortress and it looked old and the odds of finding some crazy old artifacts or even just technology that was so outdated that it was rare were high. She listened to his explanation, frowning in a way to make him understand that she was completely in agreement with not entering any room the brothers hadn’t already gone into. Obviously, in a place like this, there was no telling what would be behind an unopened door. The thought kind of creeped her out.

She typed on her phone. First a short message, that she silently laughed at, mirroring Sam’s thoughts, “Like the Tardis. I’m a bit of a nerd for sci-fi.”

And then she typed another message, playing it as she reached out for his hand, making her first pass at what might be friendship, by linking her fingers with his. She looked up at him with a smile as the message played, “As much as I love the room, I would like the Sam Winchester tour, please.”

Dean

Dean went still as Lexi lowered the back of her laptop and looked at his face, telling him that the story was either going to be devastating, or at the least extremely serious, and likely never to be spoken about again. Both options worried him a bit, considering he hadn’t known Lexi long, and didn’t want to potentially push her away with his nosiness. But then she explained that it was a long story, to which he nodded, glancing down at the table and waving his hand for her to take her time.

He listened closely, frowning in sadness as she explained exactly how Nate had been killed. It seemed as if he was an absolute innocent to the situation, which was honestly depressing. But when she continued, he looked back up to meet her eyes, shocked by what he was hearing, but not…that much. It was Crowley. He was petty and self serving, like most demons. They had their own dealings with him, most that didn’t end well, and somehow they were all still alive. Unfortunately for Lexi, Nate wasn’t so lucky.

When she finished, he tightened his lips, glancing up at the ceiling as he took a long drink of his whiskey, finishing it off. He reached across the table without looking at her, as he tried to find the words to use, and pulled the bottle toward him, topping off his own glass and then hers, “I’m sorry it went down that way…”, he said simply, not sure what else to say at first.

After a moment, he capped the whiskey, and sighed, “Unfortunately, it seems like that’s the game, you know? You’re always gonna piss someone off, doing what we do. There’s always going to be that one dick…like Crowley that will gain just enough of an upper hand to bring your whole world down. It’s what you do after, that determines whether they win.”

As he went quiet, her eyes met his again, and he narrowed his own in a way that made sure she could tell he was deadly serious, “And Crowley didn't win. He won’t. When we get a chance, in the right spot, with the right weapons, I’ll make sure you get the shot.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason dragged Nat all the way to the car, holding his hand out as she fished out her keys and slapped them into his palm. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it as if he was some sort of hopeless romantic and with a wide smile, he let her hand go and opened the drivers door, “I wouldn’t dare crash your precious car. I’m not a monster.”, he joked, feigning offense.

He sat down in the car, and stuck the key into the ignition as she climbed in on her side, and as he started the car with a rumble, he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. He hated driving cars. Honestly, he found them to be a waste, and more dangerous for humans than almost any other means of transportation. Though, humans didn’t exactly have the ability to fly or disappear the way he did. The thought made him smirk. Such fragile creatures.

“So…”, he quipped as he backed out of the parking space and headed out onto the road, “Since you’re tolerating me, now, we should probably get to know each other. I can start…the annoying human side of my brain still likes classical music. I find it a little calm, on the demon side of things, but that’s the unfornate part of having a split personality that is kinda…glued together. I’ve heard of demons that were unfortunately graced with the sides of themselves melding together under the right circumstances. I don’t plan to ever do that. But…I’m rambling.”

He laughed, and shook his head, “I just don’t know how to do the whole…niceties thing.”

Dean

Dean noticed the way Mika’s face changed when he mentioned Esme, and he couldn’t honestly blame her. It wasn’t as if he had done any sort of good job hiding his repressed feelings from the sudden breakup he had experienced with Esme. He hadn’t had closure and no matter how many times he tried, he couldn’t just…ignore that.

He bent his knees, meeting her eyes a bit lower as she tried to hide that she was annoyed, “Hey. It’s only a courtesy. I’m not going to go over there and ask her to come out with us…or be convinced to stay or anything, okay? I’m all yours. I’ll eventually get that to sink into your brain again, but I don’t want Duke to worry either. He’s like a brother to me.”

With that, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips again, stepping toward the door as he reached his hand back for her. Once she willingly came with him, he stepped out the door and out onto the sidewalk. He made the quick walk over to Esme and Duke’s room, clearing his throat before knocking on the door.

At first, no one came to answer it, but after a moment, Duke swung the door open, still buttoning his jeans, which caused Dean to raise an eyebrow, “Um…hey. You seem um…busy. We’re gonna head out for a bit and I didn’t want you guys to think everyone bailed on you. I’ll…I’ll leave you to it.”, he explained awkwardly.

Duke

Duke smiled brightly at Esme’s words as she broke the kiss to confirm their plans, and a chuckle left his chest as she kissed his nose before kissing him again. The kiss took his breath away, reminding him once again how long he had waited for her to be willing to reciprocate his feelings. If she was to ask him in this moment to stay forever, he just might. He reached both his hands up, brushing his fingers through her hair, before cradling her face in his hands and flipping them both. He chuckled at how awkward it was under the covers, but after a moment, he settled in, kissing her passionately.

Suddenly a knock at the door rang out through the room. He ignored it at first, but Dean’s quick knocks were not something you could ignore for long, before he ended up in the room, one way or another. With a low growl, he broke the kiss, keeping her head cradled in his arms. He glanced up at the window, seeing Mika standing on the sidewalk through the thin curtains and he groaned, “Dammit. Somethin’s probably goin’ on. I should probably…he’s not goin’ away any time soon.”, he explained dropping his head with his eyes closed in frustration. After a moment, he pushed himself up on his knees, and stepped off the side of the bed, whisking a pair of jeans from his bag on the way to the door. He quickly slipped them over his legs and swung the door open, buttoning his pants before even looking up at Dean.

He narrowed his eyes at how awkward Dean spoke, as if he expected anything different from Duke and Esme, now that they weren’t held down by geography or relationships, leaning on the door frame in amusement, “Don’t lose your shit, now. You guys go have fun. Don’t get into any trouble and if I need you, I’m probably dead, because I ain’t never relied on you for anything.”, he teased, and Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Just…keep your head up.”, Dean waved him off, stepping away from the door with a shake of his head.

“I don’t plan on it!”, Duke called down the sidewalk at him, before shutting the door.

Anna

As Sam pulled away from their kiss, Anna took a deep breath, almost forgetting to breathe for a long while, with the passionate kiss. She pulled his hands slowly down the sides of her face, dropping her own hands to his chest as she thought about where they could go. After a moment, she sighed softly and reached for both his hands, “Let’s go to a motel nearby. I’ll go and grab my things.”

She stared up into his eyes for a moment, to make sure he knew for sure she was coming back, and she was planning to leave with him. She then turned around, and walked back into the apartment, to Max bombarding her with questions.

At the motel

Anna sat her things down in the floor of the motel room, crossing her arms as she turned to Sam, and tried to wrap her brain around what she was going to say to him. She wasn’t sure if she should lie to him about why she left, or if she should just tell him the truth. So, she settled on the truth, hoping that their link to each other mentally might help him not tip Lilith off.

“So um…I guess I should just get it all out there.”, she started, before taking a deep breath, and taking a seat at the foot of the bed, “Um…I was visited by…by someone that I didn’t honestly know I was connected to, well not really.”

She broke off, not realizing before just how emotional explaining all this would make her. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she exhaled roughly, pulling her hands down to her lap to play with her fingers, “She’s a demon, and um…she threatened to kill you, and maybe the others if I didn’t leave. She said she had a plan or something? And that I had to ‘be good’.”

She brought her hands up to do quotations, and then sniffled, taking another shaky and deep breath, “With the way that things had been for us, and how disconnected we have felt, and all the times we had broken apart before, I thought that you would just accept things and move on. I thought maybe you would be safe. Upset, maybe, but safe, and now…I feel selfish and stupid, and you’re here, and I don’t know what to do.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smiled softly as Nat agreed to go to the carnival, tilting his head back with a very amused chuckle as she all but challenged him and his talent for carnival games. She wasn’t smiling big just yet, but he could see it peeking through. By the end of the night, she would have a bright smile on her face, if he had anything to say about it. And by the end of the night, she wouldn’t want him to leave, for sure, no matter what her brothers said.

“I like a challenge.”, he teased, dropping his hand as she suggested that he drive her car. For a moment, he made a face that mirrored a confused dog, even cocking his head to the side at the prospect of driving somewhere, “You want to take the car? You realize I can get us there in less than a second, right? We could stash your stuff in the car and I could…you know what? If you want to take the car, I’ll…drive, I guess.”

He shrugged his shoulders, still confused at this particular group of humans and their obsession with their cars. He would almost rather go back to hell than be stuck in a moving can that smelled like leather and gas station food, for any forseeable time. However, Nat had things she loved, and she was used to, and until he could break through and gain more of her trust, he would abide.

Reaching down to pick up her hand, he pulled her toward him and stepped back toward the door again, “Let’s go do human things and eat disgusting human food. Hell, they might even have beer.”, he teased, as he backed through the door, headed to her car to…drive.

Dean

Dean laughed out loud when Mika mentioned the night they ended up banged up, drunk and lost in the rain at Bobby’s. Fond memories, but honestly they seemed so distant now. It had been so long since they were able to just unwind, and not be on a case. Hell, even that night, they were forced onto a case by vampires.

He stepped over to his bag, digging around for a moment before he found a flannel. He pulled the red flannel out and pushed his arms through the sleeves before picking his jacket up off the back of the chair he had thrown it over the night before, “I say yes to living like the old days. Though, the odds of being sore tomorrow go up every single year…”

As he teased her, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips sweetly, and then he sighed with a groan, “But we can’t just leave Esme here without her knowing where we went. She had the incident yesterday, and who knows if Duke will stay, and she doesn’t have a vehicle and…let’s just go let her know. Hopefully, he’ll still be there, and they’re too distracted to care.”, he rambled, shrugging his shoulders with his eyebrows raised in reason. He hated even mentioning Esme to Mika at this point, as she always seemed to be a point of contention with them…for good reason.

Anna

Anna winced visibly, and closed her eyes. As she pressed them together, her nostrils flared. Sam’s words broke her heart, because realistically, he hadn’t been horrible to her. They were just…disconnected. It might not even be anyone’s fault but the universe, and the angels, and the demons. It wasn’t just Sam. But then he said the three words she had never heard from him, and her breath caught in her throat, causing her eyes to shoot open as she stared wildly at his face. The gravity of the words almost seemed lost in his desperation to explain things to her, as if she would just disappear from in front of him.

Her eyes darted between his, trying to muster up the words to respond to him, when he continued, reaching for her hands, which she didn’t even have the strength to pull from him. She just allowed it, beginning to shiver. If she told him what Lilith had told her, she would likely just kill him. But if they both knew, could she kill him? Surely it wasn’t that simple.

“Sam, I…”, she started, but before she could even finish her thought, his lips were on hers, his hands capturing her in a hold that melted all sense of control over the situation that she thought she had. She reached both hands up to wrap them around his wrists, tiptoeing as she leaned into the kiss, deepening it on her own. She kissed him for a moment, before pulling away, and pressing her forehead tightly to his, “Y-you really shouldn’t have come…”

Anna tightened her grip on his wrists, to make sure he didn’t pull away from her as she finished her thought, “But if you will let me figure out a way to explain, we can get a room and I’ll…try.”, she explained, her eyes still closed as she just breathed him in for a moment. Just with the day that they had been apart, it felt like a piece of her had broken off. He was just so familiar, and having him in front of her felt surreal. She pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him deeply again.

Duke

Duke smiled a bit brighter at the way that Esme explained how weird them coming back together was, more eloquently explaining his own thoughts. His eyes nearly fluttered closed as she played with his hair, one of his many weaknesses, but he couldn’t drag his eyes off her face, seeing her smile, seeing the fading bruises show more of her natural features…

But then she laid back down, and it was almost as if he could read what the motion meant. He wrapped his arm around her a bit tighter, concentrating on her fingers in his hair. Then it hit him. Whether she meant to or not, she was in his brain, wrapped up in his emotions, and no doubt could tell that he was feeling less than sure about his own motives and direction. He didn’t let his emotional state change much when the realization hit him, he simply drew circles on her upper back, his eyes darting around the blank white ceiling to try and keep any one thought from resting in his brain.

Her voice broke through the silence in his mind, and he almost flinched from the sudden sound. He stopped his motion on her back, contemplating her options for what they could do for the day. Realistically, they needed to go get her car, before in ended up towed, but he also just wanted to stay wrapped up in her all day, before he had to leave…

He quickly pushed the thought of leaving aside again, and cleared his throat, tightening his hold on her once again, “I say…we enjoy being warm a bit longer, stretch the legs, you know the drill. Then, if you want, I’ll drive you back to get your car. Ain’t a reason I can think of to rush, today…”, he muttered, reaching over with his free hand to place a finger under her chin. He pulled her chin up, to where he could crane his neck down and kiss her lips gently, the thoughts of leaving barely brushing through the back of his mind. After a moment, he broke the kiss long enough to add, “And I still need to feed you.”, he murmured against her lips with a bright laugh.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya pulled her phone back, and held it close to her chest as Sam shook her hand. The small touch and the niceties toward each other nearly caused her to take a nice deep breath, but she didn’t want to seem overly relieved around him. Not that he was doing a good job of hiding his own relief. She giggled silently and pushed her hair behind her ear when she had her hand back, nodding her head at his comments about the room.

“I’m sure I’ll find some way to fill the space with my existence.”, she typed on her phone, playing it with an obvious laugh. She then dropped her smile as a thought came to her mind, and she frowned, trying to decide how to ask her next question. Glancing past him toward the hall, she finally gathered her thoughts and began typing again.

“So, what else is there in the bunker? Obviously if you live here, you’ve explored.”

Dean

Dean narrowed his eyes momentarily as Nat’s words about Crowley rang back into his mind. He would have to bring it up the second he decided how. He didn’t often come across other hunters that had the displeasure of dealing with the dick head demon. But if she knew of him, maybe she was more fitting for their little life than he originally thought. Red string theory and all that.

When Lexi brought up kids, after he had let his own opinions of hunters kids slip, he went still. Lowering himself to his chair slowly. He had never really wanted kids. Hell, he still couldn’t imagine putting a kid through any part of their life, bunker or not. Sure, they would be safe, but for how long?

He poured a glass of whiskey for her, and then poured one for himself, dragging a journal toward the space in front of him before glancing at her face over the top edge of her laptop, “Um…not to bring up anything uncomfortable…you know, considering, but how do you know about Crowley?”, he said, changing the subject.