JustAnna

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Duke

Duke stopped and frowned in curiosity as Esme mentioned the type of tension that was radiating from the house. Apparently, Dean wasn’t particularly angry, just stressed. Or it could be Mika. Duke didn’t look for much confirmation, as he pressed his lips together and nodded, showing his relief that at least Dean didn’t seem in fight mode…yet.

He turned and followed Esme out the door, down onto the gravel below. Although he couldn’t feel the tension in the same way Esme could, he could still feel that things didn’t seem cheery and excited. There weren’t a bunch of voices booming through the thin windows of the kitchen, the way they typically did when everyone was awake and together. Instead, it almost seemed like everyone was quiet and waiting for something. Duke sighed, stepping up behind Esme. He placed his hand on her lower back, to support her with whatever her mind seemed to be going through.

When she voiced that she could feel that the others were uneasy, Duke rubbed his hand against her lower back in a soothing circle. He narrowed his eyes, trying to think of why the angels would have come early. He was vaguely aware of the fact that they were coming, but not today. He shook his head, “Maybe? But why would they come early, unless somethin’ big happened that they can’t wait for? And if it’s something that big then why would Dean be so uneasy unless there’s…a timeline?”

Duke decided to just rip the bandaid off, and reached around Esme, pulling the door open before stepping in, his attention immediately on Dean as he crossed the threshold. He heard Mika greet Nat and Cason, who seemed to just be joining them, and he never took his eyes off Dean, “Everything okay?”

Dean shook his head, nodding at Cason as he came into view, before turning to look down at Duke with a hushed voice, “I don’t think so. But I don’t know anything, yet.”

“Angels?”

“Yeah…” Dean grumbled, taking a bite of his food. Duke could even tell by the way that Dean was eating that he was in a hurry and he was expecting something to go down at any moment, meaning that the angels had likely given them fair warning. With a sigh, Duke returned to Esme across the room and he shook his head.

“Something’s comin’ that has them scared. Angel big.” Duke explained simply, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets, “And I can already tell that Dean is wantin’ to do this one alone. I can see it in his eyes. He’s willin’ to sacrifice himself, because I’m assumin’ he’s worried about all of us…”

Dean

“I think that’s the only option.” Dean replied quickly as Mika voiced her concern about Natalia following them and getting herself hurt, or worse. Convincing Duke to keep Nat at the house, if Mika was with Dean would be a feat, as Duke would want to follow them too. Duke would likely not take ‘no’ for an answer. So, Dean rolled it around in his mind, thinking to himself that Esme might be the best option. She didn’t know as much about angels, and probably would be just fine keeping Duke away from them. In turn, Nat would be safe, between Esme and Duke…and Cason who was the most Angel hating person in the group.

“I don’t know if we would be able to keep her away, unless Duke agrees. Speak of the devil.” He grumbled as he heard the door to the RV close. The way Mika spoke about Anna and Sam made Dean’s heart clench in his chest. He hated them not knowing about a case this big, especially something dealing with demons. Anna had heavy duty powers and so did Sam. Not letting them in on a demon case just seemed wrong. But this wasn’t any demon. This was Alastair. Nothing good could come out of Alastair having either of them close to him, teasing them into drinking more blood or using their powers. “But Sam and Anna can’t know. No one can tell them. No one can call them. They’re in the dark until we’re back. I’ll deal with Sam’s rage fit later.”

As Nat and Cason entered the room along with Duke and Esme, Dean’s tension in his shoulders only tightened as he tried to come up with a plan in his mind to keep all of them safe and away from this. He didn’t know if Cas would just show up and run off with them, or if he would explain…which would give all four of those he wanted to stay in the house a reason to follow.

“Morning sunshine.” Dean forced a smile at Natalia, and he ruffled her hair as she approached, before Duke approached him, asking for more details about what was coming. He couldn’t lie to Duke if he tried…and he tried.

Cason

Cason breathed a silent huff of relief as Natalia believed what he was saying, at least enough to concede to not worrying. Maybe he would be able to keep her close to him, even if Dean Winchester was stupid enough to run off with angels. Again, Natalia wasn’t going anywhere near angels. As Nat pulled away from him, Cason didn’t fight her, sitting up a little straighter in bed. He then rolled off the side of the bed and stood, walking over to his boots. He was already dressed, but he hadn’t bothered putting on his boots to prevent Nat from busting her ankles up on the buckles in her sleep.

He shoved his feet in his boots and then stood there, watching her dress. He inhaled a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he scanned his eyes over every scar and dimple of her skin. It still seemed surreal to him that she was his…and she was here with him. He had saved her, taken a chance with her, and now…he got to love her.

Before she could exit the room, he stepped up beside her, and pressed a tight kiss to the side of her head. He was afraid to kiss her lips, afraid they would never leave the room. But he just had the overwhelming urge to show affection, which caused the burning in his forehead to appear all over again.

He released her, letting her lead the way out of the room and then quickly followed, nodding at Bobby as he passed the desk. The second they stepped into the living room, Cason could feel a horrifically intense tension filling the space, coming from the kitchen.

“Okay…I can’t pretend anymore. Something’s wrong.” He leaned in and muttered to Natalia, wrapping his hand around her upper arm to pull her back against his chest, as he could read Dean’s expression like an open book.

Anna

Anna’s eyes widened almost painfully as Ruby made her threat to Sam. She shook her head, and met Sam’s eyes as he glanced to her. From the look on Sam’s face, she could tell that Ruby would most definitely force Anna’s hand if Sam refused to drink. But Anna didn’t want to watch him get high. If she was scary and out of control when she was high on blood, she couldn’t imagine how scary Sam would be. With a frown, Anna just weakly shook her head and kept her eyes on Sam, fully prepared to burn Ruby with whatever power she had left, if she needed to.

But then Ruby zoned out, seeming to get some sort of message or hearing something through a channel that Anna and Sam couldn’t hear. As Ruby explained that the angels had Alastair and called it a ‘practice run’, Anna went pale. She had already been with Alastair. She had already killed dozens of demons at Alastair’s hand, pushing her to the limits, and almost killing herself. She didn’t take it quite as lightly as Sam did, and she definitely didn’t want to have anything to do with any plan that involved Alastair…and angels.

But the longer Ruby and Sam argued about the ethics of drinking demon blood, the more enraged Ruby seemed to get, as if she was scared. She was on a time limit for whatever it was she wanted them to do, which made Anna worry that she would quite literally sacrifice either of them…especially Anna, if it justified her end game.

“You’re not…” Anna argued as Sam seemed to piss Ruby off. Anna clutched the blankets around her chest and she attempted to scoot away from Ruby, as Ruby climbed onto the bed with her, and roughly grabbed her chin. Any other time, and under enough influence, Ruby’s skin would be burning as soon as Anna resisted her. But Anna whimpered at the grip to her chin, and how hard Ruby gripped in order to force her mouth open, “Ow! St-“

Her words were cut off by a small trickle of blood falling out of the bottle, straight down the back of her tongue as she did her best not to swallow it, at Cason’s request. Her skin began to heat with the tiny amount, not quite burning Ruby but definitely hot enough that Anna could feel it behind her own eyes. Anna shook her head, wrenching her face away from Ruby as Ruby’s hand loosened from her jaw. “Sam. You don’t have to do this. Sam?”

Anna’s stomach cramped at the small bit of blood that was now swimming around, forcing her into a slight buzz that she didn’t want. She glared at Ruby as Ruby cooed to Sam, as if Ruby had some ownership over him…or they were in a relationship. It made Anna feel a bit sick to her stomach, and as Ruby turned to her, Anna shook her head, the glare never leaving her face, “And what exactly are we supposed to do to Alastair? I’ve killed dozens of demons in the same room with him, and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to even hurt him. Neither of us is strong enough to kill him.”

But as Anna complained, Ruby began to allow Sam to feed directly from her body, something that Cason only did under intense stress, when they were both looking death in the eyes. It was under extreme emergency…and this didn’t seem to be that. Sure, it was Dean. But Dean had all the backup of the group and these were angels…not demons. There was nothing that Sam or Anna could do to angels.

“We can’t kill angels. Sam stop it! Stop it right now. We can’t kill angels!” Anna snapped, moving to step off the bed with the sheets wrapped around her. She snatched Sam’s t-shirt off the ground and pulled it on over her head, letting it fall around her knees as she stepped over to her jacket.

She had no desire to drink more blood, but between the addiction and the idea that Sam would go alone, she forced herself to accept it. She fetched the bottle of blood that Cason had given her. It was supposed to be an entire weeks worth of blood. She opened the lid, tossing it aside, and then reached for Sam’s hand before downing the entire bottle in one breath. The heat in her chest and her hands soared and she groaned softly, leaning into Sam’s side. She tossed the bottle aside, “You can stop. We should stop…”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anna

Anna knew that Natalia wasn’t responsible for the tension in the bunker, although it seemed she was dealing with her own annoyance about their arrival and the girls being there…particularly the red head that was pretty connected at the hip with Dean. Of course Nat was glad she was there. If anything, Anna was an experienced hunter who would be able to help diffuse any arguments that came between Cason and Dean, and she typically was one of the few people that could call Dean and talk him off ledges, because of their complicated history and long road to growing close as siblings. So, Anna couldn’t help the small sigh of understanding as she nodded her head.

But she nearly rolled her eyes when Natalia went off over Lexi. “Maybe being nice is a good way to get to know her, yeah? It’s worked for you before…”, she grumbled with a small smirk. When Nat offered to take her out of the bunker if things got too tense, Anna’s shoulders relaxed and she hugged her back, wrapping her arms loosely around Nat’s waist. She frowned over her shoulder, however, when Nat mentioned that she and Sam needed to talk. They had seen each other in passing, not that anyone but Dean really knew about it, and not much…talking had been done. They always seemed to just fall into the same habits. Emotions would run high. They would end up both stuck, not knowing what to say, and the next morning, they woke up in bed together, separated, and went right back through the same cycle all over again.

“I wish it was that simple to just…talk.” Anna grumbled once again, before Nat pulled back and reassured her. With a small nod, Anna looked down at her feet and she brushed her hair away from her face, deciding that this time…she was going to talk to Sam. She didn’t know when and she didn’t even know if her emotions would allow her to finish a sentence without the cycle taking over, but she had to try. She needed that closure, or for him to just…let her come home. She would take whichever he was willing to give her.

She followed Nat a few minutes later, stepping into the library with a pause as she caught Sam and Anya over to the side, having a conversation in close contact with one another. A small pang of jealousy that she didn’t even know she was capable of bubbled up in the pit of her stomach and she crossed her arms, walking over to lean against a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room.

Dean and Cason

Dean noticed Lexi’s hand on his thigh, her attempt to make him be civil with Cason, something that seemed hit or miss with the two of them. As the conversation was squashed, he reached down and placed his hand over hers, wrapping his fingers loosely around it to make sure she knew she could touch him as much as she wanted to…whether Natalia liked it or not.

He stayed leaned in as Lexi acknowledged the tension between Sam and Anna and he nodded, “It’ll be tense until the dam breaks. I just hope it breaks in private and not out in the middle. I would hate to see the look on Anya’s face. In fact, I think I would break Sam’s face over the look that I’m imagining.”

As Nat came out of the kitchen with Anna close behind her, he watched Anna’s body language and sighed. He wanted nothing more than to pull her into the chair on his other side, and wrap his arm around her to make her feel safe. It was obvious that she didn’t trust herself around Sam, after all of the late night meetings that they thought were behind Dean’s back. He had confronted Anna, months back, and the breakdown she had in return wasn’t something he was prepared to handle again, either.

Nat’s voice forced his eyes up to her and he nodded, clearing his throat.

“Right. So, what we know is that a demon came to her. Her dad…a hunter adjacent human had the Colt for a while.” Dean explained and Cason sat up straighter, hearing him say that they were that close to the Colt. “But he didn’t have it when he died. The deal is the Colt for her voice. We haven’t found a lead on the gun. We haven’t found a lead on the demon. We don’t even have a name…or a meat suit. Some demons tried to find her yesterday, probably running in the same pack.”

“Or they’re after you.” Cason grumbled from across the table, his eyes glancing down at Dean’s arm. Cason’s eyes were almost black as he stared at the mark and Dean quickly pulled his arm down from the top of the table before Natalia could see it.

“They came to her. We are going to assume they’re after her.” Dean corrected Cason, giving him a look that said ‘I’ll explain later’. Cason almost seemed scared of the mark, as if he knew exactly what it meant and Dean was dying to pick his brain over it as well.

“Right. So, demons are circling her early, for what? They’re not after her soul. Do we know for a fact that there’s no connection with her and the Colt? Maybe her old house? Her dad’s house? A car?” Cason changed the subject back to Anya, closing his eyes for a moment to make them go back to normal.

“We hadn’t sussed any of that out, yet.”

“Well, that’s where we start, then. I’ll go ask around, get some addresses and see what I can find. Anna, you can skim the books and see if there’s any mentioning of rogue demons. Get names, motives, habits, anything you can find in the library. And, as for everything else, we just need to find out who we’re dealing with.” Cason handed out tasks, glancing across at Dean again, “We’re probably going to need some snacks for the humans, make sure Anya knows how to use at least some basic weapons…because she’ll have to come with us when we go after the demon.”

“No. She hasn’t even started getting ready for that.” Dean argued and Cason shrugged.

“Well, that’s a ‘you’ problem. She has to be there, or the demon will never show. So, she’ll come with us, trained up or not. Teach her how to use a knife and a flask of holy water, and hope for the best. That’s what you did to Anna.” Cason shrugged again, glancing to Anna, who was much stronger and independent than she was when she first came to the Winchesters. “And she only died twice. Odds are, the girl comes out in one piece, attached to your brother’s hip and we all ride off into the sunset…deal free.”

Anya

Anya could see the conflict on Sam’s face as he tried to find a way to explain what was going on. Hearing that he had known Anna since he was a kid didn’t exactly throw Anya off at all. Okay. So, they were friends way back in the day, and they had grown close as adults. But when he mentioned that he had left Anna at a friends house and left her because he wanted to protect her, Anya’s stomach dropped. That’ didn’t seem like Sam at all. It didn’t seem like something he was even capable of, and Anya was tempted to ask him what exactly was so bad that he had to abandon Anna, if Cason brought her to help them. She was obviously capable.

She could tell that he didn’t want to talk about it much with Anna in the room, and she sighed, chewing at her lip at how awkward the whole situation felt. Just with Anna being in the room, Anya could feel Sam’s attention shift. She could feel how careful he was around herself, and she could almost feel that their relationship had screeched to a halt. The tension had replaced everything…

She pulled her phone back up and typed, turning the phone around to him after she was finished, “Well. If you guys need to talk, maybe you should try to talk. But I do want to know everything, the good and the bad. If I’m going to be here for the long haul, I need to know everything. Honest question…Do I need to leave for a bit? I’m not upset if your answer is Yes. I just want to know.”

As she let him read it, she kept a stern and worried look on her face, staring up at Sam’s face. She reached her other hand out and picked his hand up, rubbing at the back of his fingers.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anna

Anna was nearly buzzing with the odd pull toward Sam that she felt, just being this close to him again. She barely heard a word that was being said as she stood close to Cason’s back. As she heard Natalia chime in, wanting coffee her attention snapped to the brief exchange between Nat and Cason, and she pulled away from Cason’s back, following Nat instantly toward the kitchen. She carefully angled her body to make sure that she didn’t brush shoulders with Sam on the way by and then as they entered the kitchen, she ran her hands through her hair with a sigh, finally able to breath.

“I shouldn’t have come. I should have never let him talk me into this…” She sighed in a groan, pacing a bit in the kitchen as Nat went to grab coffee. She stepped over to the sink and turned it on, wetting her hands, before wiping them over her face, anything to calm the anxiety that was roaring in her ears. “I mean, I half expected he would be here, but I didn’t expect that there would be others…like are they babysitting? What is going on? And what am I supposed to do? Avoid eye contact for the time we’re here and hope that Sam never talks to me?”

She turned, her eyes tired and sad as she leaned against the sink and wiped her face a bit more, trying to navigate whatever this feeling was. She flexed her fingers a bit and then turned her eyes up to Natalia, “I can’t talk to him, Nat. We…we don’t talk when we’re around each other, anymore. It’s just anger…and pain…and…and I guess lust? Mourning? What even would that feeling be?”

Cason and Dean

Cason was a bit nervous as Natalia told him to watch Lexi. Dean was a grown man, and honestly? Cason wasn’t super worried about his wellbeing around this girl. If anything, he seemed better off around her. Cason walked over to a table, sighing as Anna scooted past him and followed Natalia, avoiding Sam as if he had some sort of incurable disease she could catch. He turned his eyes back to those in front of him and he scanned over all of them, before his eyes fell on Lexi.

“So, what’s your story? You’re built like a hunter. Dean seems to like you enough, and you’re comfortable here…at least from what I can tell. You a hunter?” Cason asked Lexi as he got comfortable and tossed his legs over the side of the table, kicking back.

“We’re not here to interrogate.” Dean grumbled.

“Alright. No interrogation. Fine. So you two.” Cason started again, before Dean glared at him and he held his hands up. “Alright. Fine. I’m here to work. When Nat gets settled, I’ll poof out of here and go see what I can find. Until then, I’ll just sit here.”

Dean nodded, “That’s a good idea.”

Dean glanced toward the kitchen and he sighed, tilting his head down to whisper in Lexi’s ear.

“The blonde one? That’s…well…that’s Anna. The Anna. The big one. If you watch them, they’re avoiding being within three feet of each other for a reason. If they ever touch…things are gonna get a lot more awkward.” Dean explained, turning to glance at his brother and his body language, “I have a sneaking bad feeling that it’ll happen sooner rather than later.”

Anya

Anya watched as tension continued to build between Lexi and Natalia, but what she hadn’t noticed until the two women walked to the kitchen, was how avoidant the blonde one was acting toward Sam. The way she turned to the side to avoid touching him, and the way neither of them could look at each other was tugging at Anya’s curiosity. So, she reached down and took Sam’s hand, tugging him over toward the library shelves with a frown. She sat her coffee mug on the top of one of the shelves and tilted her head pulling her phone from her back pocket.

She typed, but didn’t press play, trying to be as private as she could with him, her eyes full of concern and care.

“Are you okay? You seem really tense and far off, like one of them is the last person you want to see. Is it the girl? The blonde one? Do you know her?”

She turned her phone and let him read the message, before picking his hand back up and running her thumb over his knuckles as she searched his face. Seeing him tense after he had such a pleasant night was concerning and even as tired as she still was, she couldn’t just leave it alone. She couldn’t just let Sam go back down after he was so happy just a few short hours prior.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya and Cason

Anya barely stirred when Dean banged on the door. After his little night cap, she was pretty out of it, still. She had slept so hard that the idea of opening her eyes made her pout in her sleepy state. But when Sam’s hand came to her forehead, brushing some of her hair away, she sighed, and reached for him. Unfortunately, his warmth disappeared as he got up, causing Anya to pout again and drop her hand. She finally opened her eyes and she brought a hand up to ruffle her own hair, looking around the room to see Sam getting dressed.

As Sam came back to the bed, Anya reached her hand out and brushed her fingers across his arm, watching him pull his boots on. She sighed again when he leaned over and kissed her head, realizing that he wasn’t going to accept ‘I don’t wanna leave the room’ as an answer. Before she could complain too much, Sam left the room and Anya reluctantly pulled the blankets back, sliding out of bed. She quickly walked over to her bag and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, deciding that if they were expecting company, she probably shouldn’t just run around in Sam’s clothes all day.

After taking a quick shower, just to wash up a bit, Anya jogged toward the door and then took to the corridor in her bare feet, smelling the coffee that was obviously brewing over and over in the kitchen. She walked into the war room, not really seeing anyone at first, until she got to the library, where she heard voices. As she stepped in, everyone was greeting each other, but Sam seemed absolutely frozen in place, as if he had seen a ghost…all the way until the person she had to assume was his sister hugged him and they muttered to each other about something. She closed the gap between herself and Sam, stepping up beside him. She didn’t grab for him, the way she normally would, just stood nearby and picked up one of the mugs that Sam had sat on a table near him.

“And who are you, little one?” The man with Natalia suddenly spoke up, and Anya’s eyes snapped to his face that was smiling warmly at her, as if he was afraid he would scare her. She glanced between him and Nat, and narrowed her eyes. “Cat got your tongue?”

Anya sat her mug down on the table briefly, tilting her head.

“I don’t talk.” Anya signed simply, testing the waters to see if he understood her. As he tilted his head back with an ‘ah’ sound, Anya almost broke into a smile. He brought his hands up and signed to her.

“Sam’s new girlfriend, I presume?”

“No labels, yet. Are you the boyfriend? The demon?” Anya asked him and Cason smiled, nodding his head before signing.

“Yep. My name’s Cason.”

“Anya…” She signed, letting her hands linger for a moment.

Dean and Anna

Dean smiled a bit brighter as Nat confirmed that Cason had kept her on the straight and narrow, something he would have to thank him for before he was out of the bunker. He held his arms out as Nat approached him, wrapping his arms tightly around her, and burying his face in her shoulder for a moment. When she commented on his appearance, Dean shrugged his shoulders, pulling back from the hug with a sheepish grin, “Well, I’ve been a little more at myself lately. Things are…okay…”

He stepped back from her, shoving one of her shoulders before turning and walking the group toward the stairs. As they stepped onto the landing, Dean’s eyes immediately went to Anna as she caught sight of Sam and stilled, just staring at him. She awkwardly brought both her hands up to her shorter blonde hair and pulled it behind her ears with a heavy gulp, nodding. She turned her eyes toward the floor and sighed, pressing her lips together.

“So, he’s here…” She muttered, and Dean stepped over to her, leaning in close to her ear with a soft sigh.

“It’s been almost a year. You can handle this. If things get too tense, I swear, I’ll send him out.” Dean whispered in her ear and Anna nodded, her face blushing a bit at the idea of even speaking to Sam. Judging by how frozen Sam was in place, not only had no one told him she was coming, but he was just as scared to be face to face with her as she was him.

As Natalia jogged down the stairs and quickly hugged Sam, the others followed her, a bit more orderly. Anna turned her eyes to the ground and Cason placed a hand on her lower back, following her down the stairs with Dean trailing in the back. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Anna glanced up, seeing a girl slightly smaller than herself wiz by, and stand near Sam. She tilted her head, but then the girl started to speak to Cason in sign language, and Anna’s curiosity deepened. She frowned, trying to make out anything she could from the conversation, but the only thing she made out were the names.

Reading Sam’s name and then Anya’s introducing herself, Anna glanced up at Sam and then back to Anya. She kept her distance from Sam, putting Cason between them as Cason talked up the younger woman, but she had trouble tearing her eyes away from Sam and how different he looked from the last time they had met up in Denver.

Dean stepped over to Lexi, around the same time that Sam warned Nat to be nice to her. He placed a hand on Lexi’s lower back and leaned in close to her ear, “She’ll come around to you. Don’t worry. She’s…weary of new people.”, he almost whispered, brushing his nose against her ear before turning to Nat as she asked about the reason he had called them.

“Well, it’s a bit more complicated than just a demon problem. Have you ever heard of a demon making a deal that is quid pro quo? Like ‘you do this for me, I do this for you’?” Dean asked, looking over at Cason. His eyes glanced over Cason’s shoulder a few times, seeing Anna’s tension and his heart dropped a bit. As much as he didn’t know if it would help, Anna and Sam needed to talk to each other, before this trip ended…

“Not crossroads demons. They give you something. You give them your soul. It’s pretty simple.” Cason replied with a shrug, but he winced, “But your ‘less friendly to hell’ demons can sometimes use deals like that to get through to unlikely victims. You pick someone vulnerable and convince them that you can do the bidding…even if you can’t. They give you what you want and you kill them. I know some demons who have made similar deals.”

“And how do you get out of it?” Dean asked quickly.

“Kill the demon that holds the fake contract. Should be easy enough. They’re likely young, fresh from Hell and think they’re getting one over on whoever smoked out their soul. If they get caught? They’re dead. Dust.”

“Interesting.” Dean said softly, suddenly very happy with their phone call. But Cason continued and Dean sighed.

“Give me a day or two, and I can point you in the right direction. Kill the demon. Release the victim. Who’s your victim?”

Dean nodded gently toward Anya, and Cason shook his head with a frown, and then placed his hands on his hips, “Well, then we kill the demon as quick as we can. What did he promise you?”

“My voice.” Anya signed, and Cason shook his head at her sadly.

“Other than parlor tricks…no demon outside of the crossroads can give you that.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya glanced up as her heart jolted at hearing Sam’s voice. She had hoped she wouldn’t wake him, but as keyed up as Sam was half the time, it wasn’t all that surprising that he would be jarred by her not being in bed. She nodded when he asked if she was okay and wrapped her arm around his waist, realizing she had no way to communicate in her little excursion out of the room. She had left her phone under her pillow. With a sigh, she smiled up at Sam, giving him a look that clearly read ‘sorry I scared you’.

“Yes or no questions, Sam.” Dean called out and Anya laughed, before shooting him a look. “But I think I can fill in the blanks. A little anxiety, cured by the Dean Winchester special. She’ll be back to sleep before she hits the pillow.”

Anya nodded, and she turned back to Sam, reaching across to grab his other hand and drag him back to the bedroom. She threw up a peace sign to Dean, who just chuckled to himself before stepping into the kitchen to grab some coffee to start his way too early day.

Dean

Dean had been buzzing around the bunker for a while, when he decided that the bunker was too quiet, and glancing down at his watch, he realized why. Everyone was sleeping in. On one hand, he was grateful that Sam was actually getting some rest, but on the other hand, Natalia would be there any minute and they needed to be up and around to work the case with Cason. Stepping off from his place in the kitchen, his fourth cup of coffee in his hands, he made his way toward the corridor and stopped first at his own door, banging his fist against the old wood.

“Rise and shine sweetheart! It’s time to get up.”

He then stepped across the hall and down a bit, reaching Sam’s door and did the same thing, banging on the old and heavy wood, “Up and at ‘em kiddos! We got work to do and it’s almost ten. Let’s go!”

Dean didn’t wait for any of them to answer him. He simply walked back down the corridor, walking straight for the library to turn the lights on. He figured it was the best place to work on whatever Cason would need to find when he got there. He moved some books into a pile and after a little bit, his phone buzzed and he picked it up, seeing that everyone else had arrived.

“There you are…”, he whispered at his phone, sliding his coffee mug across the table he was leaning against. He stepped away from the table and walked up the spiral staircase, across the walkway and to the garage door, opening the gate before walking up to the large wooden doors that Nat was hammering on.

Cason and Anna

“Do we want to bet money that he’s already drunk this morning?” Cason chimed in as Nat knocked on the door and he stood back with Anna, keeping her close to him in case it was Sam that answered the door. It had taken everything short of pulling teeth for Cason to convince her that she didn’t even really have to see Sam, as she was coming to help them bring Dean back from whatever ledge he was on…not to torture her with being around Sam.

But the anxiety in Anna’s stomach told her that there wasn’t much of a way she was going to avoid him. She glanced over at Mika’s car at the far end of the garage and she swallowed heavily, brushing a strand of her shorter blonde hair out of her face. As Dean opened the doors, Anna narrowed her eyes. He looked completely sober, like he had been eating, and he didn’t even look that tired.

Anna turned her eyes up to Cason and she frowned at him, shooting daggers that he ignored as he smiled, “Well don’t you just look chipper this morning!”, he called out to Dean, who rolled his eyes and turned, leaving the heavy door open behind him for them to come in. Dean didn’t even seem to notice Anna was there at first. As Cason stepped in front, leading the way behind Dean, while keeping his hands tight against his sides, avoiding any potential death traps in the process, Dean turned and his face paled.

“Anna…”

“Yeah. We brought her for an extra brain…nothing else. So, get it out of your head.” Cason instantly defended the decision to bring her. “I expected you to be a bit worse off than you are, Dean.”

“You’re here for me?” Dean asked, his breathing still a bit shallow and Anna softened her face, seeing how hard it was for him to even look her in the eyes. She stepped forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Dean hesitated at first, and then he buried his face in her hair, hugging her back almost tight enough to bruise. “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too.” Anna muttered against Dean’s neck. As she stared over his shoulder, at Sam’s jacket hanging near the railing, the memory of that horrific day flooded her brain.

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“You’re not going. Sam, you’re not doing this without me! Sam!” Anna cried out, as Duke reached a hand out and wrapped his fingers around her wrist. Sam walked away from her, emotionless from where Anna could see the back of his shoulders. He stepped past Dean and out of the cabin as Dean turned to her with teary eyes. “Dean please. Please! I can handle this. Tell him I can handle this!”

“I know you can…I know. But, I have to back him up on this. You can’t be there when…” Dean tried to reason with her, and Anna shook her head at him with tears streaming down her face. “You’re safer here, Anna!”

“I’m safer WITH him. We’ve always been safer together.” Anna cried out, but Dean shook his head.

“I’ll come back for you when this is over. I promise you. Anna I swear to you that I will come get you when this is over. If Sam comes out on the other side of this, you can come home and we will act like none of this ever happened.” Dean cooed to her, walking back as Sam slammed the door of the Impala behind him. He wrapped his arms tightly around Anna’s body, burying his face in her hair as his hand came up to hold her head to him, “I promise you. I will get him through this, and I will come back for you.”

“Please keep him safe. No matter what you have to do…you keep him alive, Dean.” Anna sobbed into his shoulder, and Dean nodded.

“I will. But please…let them take care of you. Sam will be okay.” Dean cooed in Anna’s ear as she nodded. After a moment, without another glance back at her, Dean huffed. He forced himself away from her, not able to handle looking back, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. The last thing she saw were the tail lights of the Impala shining through the window, and they were gone…

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Anna came out of the memory with tears in her eyes, and she let Dean pull her back to look her over for a moment, before Dean turned his attention to Nat.

“And you look good. What have you been up to to stay in shape like that? Let me guess…food police.” He teased her, glancing between her and Cason.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean

After teasing Lexi nearly to death in the garage, they had fallen into the same muscle memory of running back into the bunker like teenagers, hands all over each other. Sam and Anya had stayed out long enough that by the time they got back to the bunker, Dean and Lexi were plenty tired and napping, which caused Dean to wake up before dawn, groaning as he rustled his messy hair and looked around the dark room. Lexi was plastered to his chest, and he smirked as he glanced down at her bare back, pulling the covers up just a bit to cover her skin.

His phone buzzed, lighting up the corner of the room near the nightstand and the memory that Natalia was on her way flashed across the backs of his eyes. He lazily reached over, picking up the phone and glanced at the message. They were in Kansas, and they would likely be arriving sometime after dawn. Dean sighed, a bit relieved that they were almost there…and a hunt was coming up, hopefully.

Dean shot her back a simple message to confirm that he knew they were coming, and then he went to work shuffling himself out from under Lexi’s body. He wedged his pillow under her face, dropping her hand gently against it as he scooted off the bed and walked over to his dresser, snatching a pair of boxers and a pair of jeans. He pulled them on, choosing to wear a shirt, since Nat would be there soon and would definitely have something to say about his ‘nudity’ if he didn’t. He tugged his simple black t-shirt over his head, dropping it around his hips. He returned to the bed, leaning over to press a feather light kiss to the side of Lexi’s face, and then he snatched his phone off the table and walked to the door, quietly stepping out into the hallway.

He stepped into war room and instantly flinched with a slight yelp as his eyes fell on Anya, sitting on a chair. Her legs were tangled and she looked exhausted as she read over a book she had found with her head in her hand. Dean cautiously stepped toward her and he held his hands out.

“You good?” He asked quietly and Anya glanced up, her poor tired eyes meeting his for a moment as she nodded. “Couldn’t sleep?”

She shook her head. So Dean nodded slowly and he stepped toward her, carefully reaching forward to take the book from her hands. He closed the book and sat it aside, before stepping up to the table, and perching himself on the edge of it with his hands clapped together, “I guess the easiest way to talk to you, is ‘yes’ or ‘no’. So, is it Sam?”

Anya shook her head. “Okay good. Is it your deal?” Agains she shook her head, but also tilted her head in a way that told Dean it was at least partially the deal that was keeping her awake.

“Well, my sister will be here soon and um…her boyfriend is gonna help us with that whole thing. So, my next question, you want a drink? I can whip up something that will make you take a little nap at least.” Dean spoke softly, trying his best to comfort her. And as he had hoped, Anya shrugged her shoulders. “Alright. Give me a second. I’ll be right back.”

Dean stepped off the table and walked over to his liquor cabinet. He grabbed a few things he had stashed for the nights when Sam would refuse to sleep while he was ill, and he grabbed a glass with one of his fingers. He stepped over to one of the library tables and placed everything on the top, before mixing his concoction for Anya. When he was finished, he left the bottles there, and swirled the glass around in his hand, before walking back over to Anya and handing it over.

“It’s gonna taste like crap, and if you need something to chase it with, I can go grab something. But bottoms up. You’ll be asleep in a few minutes. Sam still asleep?” He asked as Anya took the glass and nodded to him. She tipped the glass up and drank it all in one big gulp, making a sour face that Dean echoed in sympathy. She shook her head and handed him the glass, which he sat on the table behind him with a sigh. “Everything’s gonna be fine, alright? Go snuggle up with my giant brother and get some rest…”

Anya

Anya and Sam had a beautiful night, just drinking hot drinks and enjoying the autumn food. They played games and when they were thoroughly tired, they had driven back to the bunker. At some point, they were followed by a strange black car, and Anya’s anxiety had been a mess ever since. The car had turned off before the cemetery at the head of the road that led to the bunker, but it didn’t stop Anya from wondering if they knew the bunker was there…

At some point early in the morning, Anya snapped awake. She would have screamed from the sudden jolt the nightmare gave her, if she had a voice. Luckily, she hadn’t woke Sam up with her movements, running her hand against his bare chest to try and calm herself down. In fear of waking him up, Anya had decided to get up, carefully untangling herself from his arms and stepping out of the room into the bunker halls. She didn’t know what to do with herself. So, she found a book about demons, and she perched herself up…until Dean woke up and found her.

She just hoped that Sam was resting and hadn’t noticed she was missing. After she drank down the concoction Dean had forced on her, she slipped off the edge of her seat, and stretched, glad that Sam's flannels were incredibly long on her legs. She reached forward and patted Dean's chest, just over his heart with a thankful smile and then turned to push her chair up, following Dean's 'doctors orders'.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean

Dean smiled even wider at Lexi’s stammering. For once, he had been the one to break her. She seemed completely flustered and like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, or her words. He had her melting in his hands, and he wasn’t even touching her with anything other than a brief brush of his jeans. As she tried to avoid touching him, waving her hand in front of his chest, he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

“I never said I was teasing you. You said that. I just got hot, and took off my shirt…which I admit is rare for me, these days.” He spoke casually, leaning in a bit closer to her face, “But…I think I’ll just work like this. I need to finish putting your engine back together before we can just go inside and pass…time…”

He brushed his nose against hers, breathing over her lips as he was once again tempted to touch her with his filthy hands, but he showed restraint, dropping his hands to his sides. He pressed his chest against hers, sandwiching her hands against his bare chest as he gently kissed her on the lips, and then pressed a careful kiss to the tip of her nose.

“I should get back to work. Judging by the color of your cheeks, I feel like you’re just dying to get back inside where it’s nice and warm.” He teased a bit more, before pulling away from her completely and walking back over to the car. He went straight back to work, as if he had never stepped away, piecing the parts of the engine back together with quick precision and a smirk on his face.

Anya

Anya welcomed Sam pulling her a bit closer, a sign that he was taking her words to heart, and was trying to give himself a little grace and comfort. She would give him every bit of comfort he was willing to take, and little by little, maybe she could build him back into someone who thought they deserved love…and happiness…and safety. He could heal. That was all she wanted for him.

Sam deserved to heal.

As he decided to confide in her, admitting that he wanted the same things, and that he deserved it, Anya’s heart fluttered with excitement. It was a small step in the right direction, and she couldn’t help herself. She sat her phone on her lap and reached her hand up, brushing her fingers against his jaw. She turned his face to look at her and then pulled her hand back, signing one of the things that she had taught him earlier with a single hand.

“I’m glad…” She said simply, with a soft smile. She tilted her head up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, closing her eyes as she rested her fingers against his cheek and just took in the atmosphere around them. There was nothing coming to hurt them. There were no expectations here, except Sam letting his guard down enough to let her in. They weren’t behind a closed bedroom door or sneaking around in hallways. They were just in the moment, together, moving forward. She knew the peace wouldn’t last forever, and eventually they would all be hunting and working again.

For right now? Her job was convincing Sam that he wasn’t just…broken. To Anya, he had the potential to be the entire world.

All Roads Lead To You

Dean

Dean tapped his foot nervously on the bottom step, waiting for Esme to call back to him and hopefully confirm that she was coming down. He was more than excited to see Esme in her dress, as he wasn’t 100% sure which one she had decided on. What he did know, was she would look gorgeous no matter what, and the thought made his heart flutter as she finally called down to him that she would be down soon. Dean glanced over at the clock on the wall and then he turned his eyes back to Duke briefly, watching him adjust his hat in the mirror…over and over, as if it was going to change with a few centimeters of shift.

As he was watching Duke, he caught the sound of the door opening at the top of the stairs, and his eyes darted toward it, standing a bit straighter at the bottom of the old creaky wood stairs. He shifted his shoulders nervously when Esme walked out and his heart leapt into his throat. His mouth dropped slightly open as it went completely dry and he forced it closed after a couple of seconds, swallowing hard at how absolutely gorgeous she looked.

“Um…hi.” Dean muttered quietly, his voice hoarse as she descended the stairs and finally stood in front of him. Her compliment only made him blush, on top of his overwhelm, his gaze turning almost dopey as she reached up and fixed his hair. He knew he had some really strong feelings for Esme, but standing in front of him…looking like this…he would chop off his right hand and give it to her in gift wrap, if she asked him to. “Um…thanks. I showered…”, he muttered awkwardly.

As she turned and talked to Duke, Dean let his breath he was holding out in a huff and he straightened his jacket awkwardly, until Esme came back to him, complimenting him again. He honestly didn’t know how she could say anything about him looking good, in that dress. He was swimming as she teased him, and then leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“I um…I don’t think you have to worry about me lookin’ at anyone.” He drawled out in almost a whisper as she wiped the lipstick from his cheek and broke him from his haze by asking if they were ready to go. Dean cleared his throat and he nervously fixed his sleeves, fidgeting with the cuff links before nodding, “I’m ready when you guys are…”

Duke

Duke turned back and forth in the mirror, staring at himself all the way from the top of his cowboy hat, down to his boots that were nice and shiny and black and definitely matched the vibe of the evening. He brought his arms up in front of the mirror and smiled at the diamond cuff links in the shape of Texas, which was his home state. It was a little reminder of Bobby’s love for him, bringing tiny reminders of Duke’s background up…at least the happier parts.

Duke rolled his eyes as Dean called up to Esme, accusing him of being full of himself in the mirror. He was just surprised…that’s all. When the door upstairs opened, Duke glanced toward the ceiling, but he leaned into the mirror and adjusted his hat again, wanting it to look perfect when Esme came downstairs. For whatever reason, he wanted to look just as good for her as Dean did. Maybe he would get a dance or two out of it. When he heard her make it to the bottom of the stairs, he turned and he furrowed his eyebrows seeing the unfamiliar dress. All the colors of the dress were a mixture of his suggestions, which caused his heart to swim around in his chest, catching his breath in his throat as his mouth fell open and he instantly became fixated on her.

He barely even noticed that Bobby had placed a hand on the back of his neck, trying to keep him from gawking, “Wow…”

“Don’t gawk…remember?” Bobby whispered in his ear. But when Esme turned to him and she smiled, Duke’s arms went numb. Her compliments only made the blood rushing through his ears a bit louder, and it took him a moment…and a tight squeeze of Bobby’s hands for him to think of anything to say.

“I think I told you so, didn’t I?” He teased, managing to bring his signature wide smile onto his face, now less obscured by his hair. His brain tumbled around the idea that women would be falling all over him.

‘The only one I wanna dance with is you’

Before his lips could utter the words, and ruin the moment, Duke pressed his lips tightly together and he shifted his shoulders, almost glad that Esme turned back to Dean and gave him a moment to collect himself. Bobby chuckled and shook his head at Duke, causing Duke to shoot him a glare.

“Sorry. Having it bad is a bit of an understatement here, don’t you think?”

“You shut your mouth.” Duke grumbled at Bobby, elbowing him gently to push him away. Duke straightened up and he did his best to loosen his shoulders, bringing some of his careless swagger back into them as Esme asked if they were ready to go. He tipped his hat at her, but Bobby straightened up and rocked onto his toes a bit.

“I’m not gonna lie, seein’ you guys like this is nice. All three gettin’ along. It’s an in and out case. No one should be bleedin’ tonight. I feel a bit like you’re off to the prom.” Bobby teased back to Esme, before stepping toward her, placing a soft kiss to her forehead, “And you’re gonna be the prettiest girl in the room…count on that.”

At the mention of a photo, Bobby raised a finger and he nodded, “I think that’s a great idea! I like to keep them around the desk and all that.”

“Really? Prom photos?” Dean complained, but Duke took the opportunity, as Bobby pulled his camera from a drawer of his desk. He took a few steps forward, and wrapped an arm around Esme’s waist, his heart racing a bit at the touch, but he pulled her into his side and nodded to Dean. Dean grumbled a bit, but he stepped over and wrapped his arms around Esme, one of his hands under Duke’s awkwardly.

“Now, everyone smile. Sandwich her in there…” Bobby chuckled, before taking a few photos, with the boys both seeming to compete over where to put their hands. Bobby tilted his head and then he shook it, setting his camera on the desk. “Alright. Get out of here. Dean has my card. And you guys be careful…no drinkin’ and drivin’. You call ahead.”

“Wait…” Duke muttered, looking up at Dean with his head tilted. He and Dean communicated silently for a moment, and finally, Dean released Esme and let Duke pull her around the corner toward the kitchen. Duke rummaged through his jacket pocket, and he pulled the necklace he had stolen earlier in the day, along with the bracelet, “My contribution. I think, not like you need the help, they’ll bring out those pretty blue eyes. Don’t ask where I got them…I got sticky fingers. But, I couldn’t help think of you when I saw them…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean

Dean sighed as he walked down the stairs with Mika, glancing around the room to see if anyone else was awake and moving around. It seemed like he and Mika were the only ones stirring, except Bobby, who was already pouring over some research at his desk with a cup of coffee. He nodded as Bobby glanced up at him from his desk, not really ready to bridge the conversation about what they had planned for the day with him, yet. Bobby would be one that could talk him out of helping the angels, even if it meant fighting them and at the moment, Dean was willing to try and see what Castiel wanted, before he fought too hard.

He stepped into the kitchen with Mika and simply leaned against the doorway, as Mika searched the kitchen for food to make for them. As she called out to Bobby, Bobby huffed and called back to her, making Dean smirk.

“Yeah, yeah…I swear, having all of you back in the house is like raisin’ a bunch of kids. I’ll make a list of things so you can continue to eat me out of house and home.” Bobby called out with a small smile, and Dean couldn’t help the chuckle that left his chest. The reality was, Bobby loved having his house full. He loved feeling useful, and having plenty of minds to pick and a bit of noise around. He always had.

Dean’s mind then fell on Sam, and he was tempted to pull his phone and call his brother, but he didn’t quite know if Sam would answer him if he even tried. He didn’t know how raw Sam’s emotions were from the night before, or if Sam would be even more angry with his plans. So, he pushed him from his mind as best he could, despite the sinking pit in his stomach at not having him within arms reach. No matter how much they fought, Dean’s priority was still to protect his baby brother.

“I keep just waiting for him to pop in and start grumbling…” Dean said suddenly, referring to Castiel as he glanced around the kitchen. He brought his hands up and ruffled his own hair, almost afraid to talk about the little nerdy angel, in case he accidentally called him down early, “And we gotta somehow make sure that we keep the kids away from wherever we’re going. The last thing that anyone needs is Anna showing up near Alastair. Remember the last time he got his hands on her? She turned into a nuke…”

Duke

Duke laughed softly at Esme’s agreement to make the warning list of signs that she was going to fall into something that would scare the hell out of him. He was appreciative, but the idea of her actually writing down every single detail of her powers was amusing to him. He leaned into her touch a bit but then frowned when she mentioned that they had to get out of bed. He could definitely use a shower, even if it would be a bit awkward with his bandaged stomach. He could still feel a bit of the dried blood that was sticky on his back, and he wasn’t sure if it looked as bad as it felt, but it felt pretty gross.

“Alright. I can’t really argue with that. Self care is valid.” Duke grumbled with a dramatic eye roll before breaking into a wide smile as she pushed some of his hair away from his face. He kissed Esme back, tempted to just roll over and pull her with him, forcing her to stay in bed. But he couldn’t do that. She needed to eat…and shower…and be human.

As she broke the kiss and glanced toward the house, Duke concentrated on her face, taking in every expression as he slowly started to realize exactly what she was feeling. Something was brewing in the house. As she complained about exactly what he suspected, Duke sighed and he brushed his fingers across Esme’s forehead.

“I should probably go and make sure Dean hasn’t started another fight. I’m kinda the only one that seems to be able to calm him down when Sam’s not around. It’s a good mornin’ for a broken nose.” He teased, moving away from Esme to allow her to sit up and leave the bed. He lay there for a few moments, just watching her get dressed with his hand resting on his cheek and his elbow propping him up. But then she turned and teased him with a line that he used…a lot, and Duke laughed.

“Well, I could just tempt you more and get you to stay here, safe and warm with me. But since you asked so nicely…I’ll get up.” Duke teased her back, reluctantly pulling the blankets back and sliding off the edge of the bed. He stood, stepping over to the sink where he had tossed his hat and his jeans the night before. He quickly got dressed, grabbing a flannel from the back of the couch and slipping it over his arms, before grabbing his hat and stepping into his boots.

“Let’s go check the temperature of that water, shall we?”

Cason

Cason shook his head as Nat spoke about her eating habits and then spoke as if she was hard to love, “I was just making an observation that when you get busy, you could forget to eat. Trust me…I know you eat. Sometimes, I wish I had some sort of magic wand to change the way you eat.”

He smiled, a small chuckled leaving his chest but then he continued, “And you’re easy to be around. Way easier than most humans. Give yourself some credit, or I’ll turn up the charm and make you believe it. I’m a demon. I can be full of surprises.”

He nuzzled Natalia’s nose, and then Bobby and Mika’s voices caught his ear as well. And he could overhear Dean talking about someone showing up out of nowhere, reinforcing Cason’s concern that today wasn’t going to be quite as relaxing as they originally thought. Someone was coming for Dean. The demon channels were right. With a sigh, Cason turned his attention back to Nat as she questioned why Dean and Mika were awake.

“They’re probably just excited to start their boring day.” Cason lied, using his ability to do so convincingly as a demon to his advantage. He hated lying to Nat, but he didn’t really have a choice. She was not leaving this house, if anything was happening with angels. Not a chance. “Maybe we should get up and around and find some way to make ourselves useful?”

Anna

Anna raised her eyebrows at Ruby’s explanation for her just barging in the way she did. Anna wasn’t even aware that Sam had still been drinking demon blood, especially not from Ruby. But as Ruby mentioned that Anna’s name had come up in demon circles, Anna’s stomach clenched painfully. She didn’t want demons talking about her. She didn’t want to deal with demons at all…and now she was stuck in a room with one that was just talking about her like an extension of Sam.

‘You both need to be stronger.’

Cason’s words about not taking anything from Ruby echoed through Anna’s brain when Ruby glanced to her, and she shook her head without realizing it, telling her that she wasn’t willing to accept blood from her. She only drank from Cason. As Sam attempted to reason with Ruby and she brought up Lilith riding in Anna’s body, Anna swallowed thickly and she wrapped her arms around her legs a bit tighter. The temptation to summon Cason was high, but she could never get him there fast enough to argue with Ruby, not really.

When Ruby pulled the bottles of demon blood, Anna shook her head again and she finally spoke up, figuring that it would probably go over like a lead brick with Ruby, “Cason told me not to drink any blood that wasn’t his or that he didn’t give me. So, I don’t think I want to. I also don’t normally drink that much. It would make me…high.”, Anna explained innocently, trying her best to play at emotions, or anything to keep from being force fed demon blood.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean

Dean let Lexi’s remark about him being ‘a life saver’ rattle around in his brain as he continued smiling at her. And just like that, she stammered a bit, trying to defend herself…but then admitted that she did have a thing for men that worked on cars. Dean gave a sheepish shrug and he turned back to continue working on putting her engine back together. As he worked, her little tiny praise rattled around his mind a bit more, and he pulled back from the hood, wiping a bit of sweat from his forehead.

He stepped back from the car and quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it over to the same motorcycle, sighing happily as the cool air that was barely seeping into the garage hit his bare chest, “That’s better. I needed a little cooling off break.”

He smiled widely, and stepped over to Lexi, careful not to touch her with his oil covered hands. He tilted his hips toward her, and then leaned in, placing a tight kiss to her lips before pulling back with a smile. He then snarled his nose playfully, surprising even himself as he smiled, “And I figured it might sweeten the view and gather me some favors for later…maybe just maybe, I get the girl…”

Anya

Anya smiled brightly with her cheek pressed to Sam’s shoulder as he replied to her message. So, he wasn’t absolutely hating his time out, and he seemed pretty relaxed. She couldn’t feel any tension in his shoulders. He was being normal, and he was enjoying it…as much as he could. She considered that a win. His next words made her heart swim a bit. As sweet and empathetic as Sam seemed, she half expected that he felt that way about her, but hearing him say that he was glad he met her just went straight to her head. She tilted her head, resting her chin against his shoulder to look up at him with a soft smile.

When he asked her to promise him something, she raised her eyebrows, her smile dropping just a bit as she listened and his eyes came down to meet hers. As he told her to hold onto her optimism, she frowned a bit, wondering if at one time in his life…he was also optimistic and happy. She wondered if he smiled more, or if his smile reached all the way to his eyes every single time that it came onto his face. She tried to picture what he looked like when he was younger, with brighter eyes, and his dimples almost permanent. The thought made her a bit sad, but she nodded her head at him.

She pulled her hands up and typed another message.

“I don’t think that will be a problem. I am the eternal optimist, after all, and when I’m with you? I’ll do my best to make you feel that way too. You deserve it, Sam.”

She held her phone out, and tilted her head to press a kiss to his shoulder, deciding that she was going to take care of him, just as much as he felt the need to care for her. He obviously needed it, and if she could make him smile…even a little, it was going to become her mission every single day. As weird as it felt rumbling around in her head, she was growing very quickly attached to Sam Winchester. If she wasn’t careful, he was easily someone she could fall in love with.