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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

As Dean pulled her into him closer and traced his figners up and down her arm, she smiled contently knowing that right now, in the way she was she felt she was home. She felt safe in his grip, even with them both being injured the way they were. She laughed as he remembered about that particular night, nodding as she too thought her mother was going to kick him out, but it seemed her mother surprised them both. It was at the time, the most awkward and embarrassing moment but also so hysterical.

She too remembered how much respect he gave her mother and she was convinced that that was the vital moment that won her mother over with him. Ever since that encounter she seemed to remember him getting on with her really well. "Pretty sure that was one of the final moments she decided to root for us so much and was so willing to be on our side when dad wasn't" she commented. She hadn't spoken about her parents in so long and in some ways it was heartbreaking to use past tense when talking about them, but in others it was almost therapeutic to be able to talk about them again. She had bottled up every memory so deep she was convinced she was going to grow up forgetting them for a long while.

When he said he still had the one polaroid photos he took of her from that night in his journal, she felt surprised but glad that he didn't try and forget those happier times they had together. "I didn't think you'd keep it, and I agree we should do more of those kinds of things again. THough the hiding aspect of that was kinda fun, you gotta admit" she said to him after he kissed her hand with a chuckle. "When dad caught you sneaking off that one time and started shouting after you out my window was particularly amusing" she smirked. "I thought he was going to burst a blood vessel in his throat" she laughed more.

I am the fire - Constantine RP

Chas and Josh saw the hair change when they first arrived, but because they were seeing her in some kind of distress, it just didn't fully register with them at first. Yet now she was looking up at them and spoke about what was going on, it fully sunk in what was going on with her hair. "do you know how you can get a focus on them?" Josh asked, "and how has your hair changed colour?" Chas asked.

Gathering her thoughts and self, Kay stood up from the floor and headed out of her room, going straight to the study where she saw John and Trish only. "John? I need to have a word with you" she declared, leaning on the staircase bannister casually but her tone showed it was important.

I am the fire - Constantine RP

"I know what you're thinking Kay" Fee remarked, "what's that?" "that it look alike a marriage. In this instance it was similar but not quite. A bonding of souls like this is different to the bonding you and John unknowingly created. Whilst there is some forms that are seen as like an marriage in our kind, not all of them are. So you don't need to panic over that word" at those words from Fee, Kay found herself sighing with relief mentally, though it didn't look as such on the outside. "what can come out of having this bond with John?" Kay asked her, "a strength this world has not known for many millennia Kay. Together both your power can double and with that power you can bring back our kind" Fee explained which made Kay gasp and come out of the trance like conversation, panting as she regain her breath.

Chas and Josh looked at John as he suggested they both go after Serena instead of Trish and looked at each other then back at John. Nodding in unison they put the books they had down and headed toward the bathroom to find Serena. By the time they got there Serena was having her head in her hands, "hey.. You okay?" Chas asked.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

She listened to him declare that he still was adamant that one day he would have cowboy boots for an undercover case and he would be clearly very proud to wear them. She chuckled as he still said how he couldn't believe she wouldn't agree about him looking sexy in such boots. She kept chuckling at his words as he continued on speaking, pointing out the scene going on on the show, "you have an unhealthy obsession with that character Dean. Just saying" she smirked back at him, finishing up her small salad and putting the stuff on the side table.

After putting the empty pot down, she got herself as comfortable as she could again into him, placing her hand ontop of his that was on her stomach. When he started chuckling again at a memory of them as kids and at her old family house, she glanced up at him and tried to remember that one particular night he was before it clicked and a broad smile came onto her lips and chuckling ensued.

"oh my god yeah, that was hysterical but I remember being so scared for you but more scared that my dad would find you just dangling there" she laughed at the memory but suddenly saying the words 'my dad' brought back so many complex emotions. It was no secret to anyone that she was closer to her mother, and it was her mother that embraced her closeness to Dean right from the get go, but her dad was complicated. He didn't trust Dean but that was down to his biases with the Winchester family in general because as far as he was concerned, if they knew Bobby Singer then they were just as bad.

"what about the night you had to hide under my bed on that school night? Mom came in and saw your sneaker hanging out from the end of the bed and wished you goodnight as well and secret was safe with her? I thought we were utterly done for that night. But the bunch of Polaroids we took was fun" she reminisced, reminding herself that her childhood before growing up without her folks wasn't all that bad. There were good times as well.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

MIKA

If Mika was honest with herself, the majority of her mind was convinced that this would be the first time ever that he would shut her out and not talk in the slightest, meaning she would have to give him the olive branch to say that whenever he was ready to talk, she would be there. Yet it seemed just being in front of him and touching him was breaking him down and he was going to talk. The moment he began crying saying he didn't want her seeing him the way he saw himself, she sighed discreetly wondering how bad Hell truly was for him.

At his admittance that he remembered everything from his time in Hell, she nodded softly feeling like she was getting somewhere with him. Normal conversations she would have replied to this first admittance, but this was a time to let him just speak everything he possibly could, then and only then, would she reply to him. To her it was clear that it was more important just to let him spill everything off his chest that he felt he could get off his chest.

As he started talking about what happened to him she covered her mouth with one hand. She could feel the tears threatening to spill over her lower eyelids. So much hurt and pain and sympathy came rushing over her for him. Yet it was when he said it was the fact he liked torturing other souls that shocked her to her core. Those words made her tears flow down her face, but surprisingly enough they did not make her think any less of him. He lasted years before he accepted the offer to be off the racks, that was longer than anyone else would have lasted.

As he finished and looked at her in the eyes, she looked at him back, wiping her tears then instantly pulled him into the tightest hug she could muster. "Dean..." she whispered, kissing the side of his face and continued holding him. "You lasted decades longer than anyone else would have lasted. Anyone would have taken that offer within days of being in Hell. It's what that place does, it twists even the most strong willed people to do what it wants, or in this case Alastair's wants. I can't think any less of you for that Dean, I just can't" she told him honestly. She then heard the others returning and pulle daway from him, wiping her face of the tears and then wiped his tears. "We can take a moment to gather ourselves out here then go in and see the others" she suggested to him.

SAM AND NATALIA

Inside Sam hugged Bobby back, nodding as he explained the other two were outside talking, which he did indeed know was pretty normal for Dean and Mika. He did however think and worry about what went down that meant they needed their private moment to talk. The two of them only ever did that if it was something major and he couldn't help but glance toward the back door for a split second before shaking his concerns out of his head and looking out at everyone else.

He watched on as Bobby let Cason come in but not without a firm warning, which actually made Sam smirk slightly as like Annabeth, he did find it amusing that Cason was stuck in a devil's trap even if he didn't know it was for the second time. He also noticed how Natalia sniggered at the sight also. Unlike Bobby however, neither of them could fully see how much like Mika's childhood Annabeth was when she asked the question about being safe in this house.

"Bobby's is the safest place we know when it comes to an actual house. Mika grew up here" he told Annabeth, "and if she could survive in this old house than anyone can" he smirked quietly to her.

Natalia instantly went over to the desk where she saw the bottle that Bobby had on it, picked it up and poured herself some in one of the glasses. Putting the bottle down but picking up her glass and taking a sip despite it still being relatively early. She didn't care, she had finished her coffee a while ago and wanted something to drink but didn't want to go into the kitchen. "So what have you guys found out?" she asked, glancing around at the books and printed out articles in the living room on the two tables.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Feeling him rest his head on hers slightly made Mika smile as it felt like such a normal thing to do with someone. It actually felt like when they were kids and he would sit up in her bed with her late at night after he crept inside by climbing up and in through her window, just to avoid her parents. LIke him, she was feeling the effects of the vodka that she had previously been swigging back whilst he was patching her leg up before he took it from her. Yet she also was feeling the beginning effects of tiredness hit her, but not to the point that she could fall asleep.

At his admittance that she was right about them not being able to do much else in this moment, she smirked and sniggered at the comment about her only having one good leg. Her smile didn't leave her face when he placed his hand on her stomach as he reached over and grabbed the remote to the tv where he proceeded to find something they could watch that wouldn't send either of them to sleep at the same time.

She listened to him say about his thoughts on possibly leaving his dad to go on on his own for a while which surprised her a little, as she partly was always expecting him to go back to his dad at some point and she would back to being the secret partner/girlfriend/whatever they were. "I like having you around as well Dean, and I think that if that's truly what you want, then you should do what you think is right for you, but I don't want you being your dad's punchbag either." she replied to him, before they got distracted by the fact the awful show Dean liked came on the tv.

"Oh my god, you still like this!? Remember when we last saw this on tv and you told me you wanted cowboy boots because of him?" she laughed, seeing that he was desperate just for any old crap to be spoken about so he wouldn't fall asleep, and that was one thing she most certainly could do for him easily enough. "And I told you hell no" she chuckled more as she ate her food some more.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

"Trust me, I can totally understand that better than anyone could possibly understand. It's why I kept who I was from you for so long remember, I didn't want you looking at me differently or babying me if you saw me the way I was all those years ago" she told him. In instances such a this they were so alike it was almost emotionally painful to admit such a thing in her mind, but it was a fact they couldn't ignore, Bobby was sure quick to always remind her of it, so she may as well just accept it.

She grabbed the plastic fork that came with her salad after she added the dressing from within the lid that doubled as the dressing tub, shook it all together and then began to eat. For once she would have been happy with the greasiest food possible as a treat, but she knew she had to eat well if she was to recvoer properly and not feel guilty about eating like shit afterwards.

At his admittance of loving her back, she smiled softly at him knowing that any real chatter was going to be a bit difficult for him at the moment due to the delirium he was suffering. She was also openly glad that he agreed to not call Bobby yet and wait until he was a lot more coherent with the world and not when he felt like he was about to pass out. She scooched into his side a bit more but stayed sitting up a bit so she could eat without giving herself heartburn or risk choking on her food but half rested her head on his shoulder.

"I guess see what's on tv or just keep talking about anything and everything" she suggested as she didn't want him feeling he had to focus on too much that would make his head worse but she also knew Sam was right in that Dean needed to stay awake for a while just to make sure he was passed the worst of the head trauma and wasn't going to go into a fit or something similar. "Let's face it neither of us are capable of much else right now" she smirked, hoping that ending her suggestion on a quick witted quip it would help lighten the mood.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

MIKA

To Mika, Dean was almost like an open book who she could read pretty well and in this instance, he definitely was easy to read as she could tell he wanted to try and weasel his way out of going outside with her to actually talk and get some air. Yet she wasn't going to let him weasel out of it, so when he agreed and got up heading outside, she followed him on out wihtout even looking at Bobby.

She sighed when he got instantly defensive, a common trait for him that she was used to but still hoped that this was another time she could break through those walls he put up and got him talking. The fact he brought up Hell without her even bringing it up told her that it was indeed about Hell and he did need to talk about it, even if he thought otherwise. "He's just worried about you and how you're acting at the moment. I gotta say, I'm damn worried about you too." she began telling him standing in front of him but not once did she let her body language come across as remotely offensive or pushy. She kept herself calm and relaxed, but did show her worry for him in her eyes.

"I didn't say anything about Hell, but it seems to me you do need to talk about it as you're keeping something bottled up. Dean..." she began saying, walking closer and placing her hands soothingly on his arms as he looked at her with pleading eyes, "There is nothing you can tell me that will make me think of you any less than I already do. You know despite everything, after everything we've both been through, I still love you. Nothing you tell me will push me away, nor will I share anything you say with anyone else if that's what you wish." she softly spoke to him, wanting to drive home to him she wouldn't go anywhere, not after she's got him back, but she also wanted to leave it entirely onto him to make that decision on what to tell her.

"I can tell something is eating away at you and you've not been able to just stop and process being back. I can only imagine how many messed up feelings and memories must be in that mind of yours. If I was in your shoes, and the roles were reversed I'd wanna talk to you about it. I know that much" she added. "So if you're willing, please, let me in?" she asked.

SAM AND NATALIA

Sam wished he could correct Annabeth on the assumption that he seemed tightly strung when it came to the topic of her missing eyes, but he couldn't entirely deny it. He was a tightly strung bloke who always firmly stood by his opinions and was increidbly hard to change his mind. But he also knew that it was possible to do as well if someone went about it the right way. "I know he does, he's a stubborn fool sometimes but he does mean well, even if it doesn't always come across as that. He can be a top guy when he wants to be" he explained to her, taking her hand, whilst unaware of the hellhounds in the area.

Heading to the front door, he knocked on the door before calling through, "Bobby! It's us!" he shouted through as the others followed on up to the door, then he remembered about the spare key under the rock near the door making a beeline for it, squatting down, grabbing it and as he stood back up, he put the key in the lock and unlocked it, opening it and stepping inside. "Bobby we're back, where are you?" he called through before finding him in the main room at his desk.

"Oh hey, where's Dean and Meeko?" he asked him.

Nat followed on in, looking around them all just feeling like something was off and she couldn't fully put her finger on it. Yet she was glad to be back at Bobby's place as it was a case of familiar surroundings and in a weird way safety, mostly because she knew as well as the boys and Mika did, that if anything did come around in this area, Bobby always had everything they'd ever need to solve their predicament. She still remembered the day when the boys brought her round here for the first time because they Bobby to 'check her out' and make sure that she was indeed telling the truth on who her father was and what she always dreamt.

It was tough convincing the man but when she did, he became the coolest guy to her. She also enjoyed hearing how he knew the boys and how he was related to Mika which made her think the world truly was a small place.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

She took the vodka bottle from his shaky hand, seeing how much the fear was bottling up in him and she truly felt sorry for him. It had been so long since she had seen this kind of fear in his eyes and she wished she could take it away. She slowly, trying to be as careful as possible poured the vodka on his head, cleaning his head before she made a start on the first stitch, seeing him flinch, she paused what she was doing before continuing on when he stopped.

"I know it hurts, I'm sorry but there's not much I can do about the pain" she told him, knowing it could t be much of a reassurance. "good news is it only needs two stitches and one is pretty much done already" she told him as she pulled the needle through the other side and tied it off, snipping it. She then began on the second stitch as he spoke out loud his worry about her doing a runner if she had a working leg.

"Dean I know well enough you don't need babysitting. I'm not here trying to be a carer for you, I'm just trying to help and keep you out of hospital. Also, if you think this would make me run away then you got another coming. I may have been the type to run away before but I'm not now. I'm not her anymore. We're equals Dean. You and me stick together through thick and thin."she reassured him, tying off the second and last stitch, putting the equipment away.

When the stitches were done, she covered them to keep them clean then tapped his shoulder to let him know she was done. "nothing is going to make me run away again Dean" she repeated. "I love you, don't ever forget that" she said to him, before finally doing as he wanted out of her and grabbing her food. "I think we both need rest for now and maybe give Bobby the verbal lecture in the morning when you're not so delirious?" she suggested.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean's refusal to just stop for five minutes and let her check his head was getting frustrating to Mika. She was too tired herself and in pain for this crap from him, but she wasn't expecting much else from him if she was honest with herself. "and I can't do that unless I know you're okay and not gonna die in your sleep on me" she scolded him.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed as she attempted to not lose her patience complete with him. Seeing him slide down on the bed made her inwardly sigh with relief. She took a closer look at his head injury and refrained from gasping. "it's small but it's bad Dean. You need a couple of stitches that's for sure. So until I've done that I am not letting you call Bobby, so please just let me finish sorting you out. Its not the vodka making you sleepy, its this bloody injury" she explained, unable to now keep the worry out of her voice for him.

She grabbed what she needed and gently placed the nearest cloth she could find that was clean and cleaned round the wound as much as she could, as well as trying to get the blood out of his hair. When she was done with that she threw the cloth out of the way onto the floor, rethrreaded the needle and sighed. "give me the vodka back so I can sanitise the needle and your wound" she told him, using the tone that said 'I'm not taking anymore of your bullshit so just let me do my thing'.

"ready? On the count of three..."she gave him a warning but had no plans on going at three, instead doing the first stitch on two.