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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean allowed her to take his hands as she explained everything. He relived the nightmares all over again in flashes as she spoke. He tried to remember any clues that anyone was lying to him back in the days after she had…died. He reached down as she spoke and toyed with her fingers a bit, taking in every inch he could.

When she removed her shirt to show him her scars, he gasped a bit, shocked he had never noticed them before. It explained why most of their time together occurred under cloaks of darkness, regardless where they were. He reached up and gently ran his fingers over the scars.

“I’m right here.”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss her shoulder, “I’m right here.”

He sat in that position for a bit, just taking in everything she had just said. He still felt as if he was dreaming, or under some sort of spell. But, he also believed every word of it, because he had no evidence otherwise…and the scars.

Sighing once more, he turned her back to him, “Look. I’m not normally the move on from things kind of person, but I’m not…going…anywhere. Do you hear me? I’m not happy, about everything that’s happened. I mean…long con and all that. But this is a lot. I’m here. You’re here. You’re alive.”

Smirking, he cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her lightly.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stepped forward as she spoke, one tiny step toward her against his mourning brain’s will. He closed his eyes as she began to speak, letting the tears that had built up fall down to his chin. He wanted to tell her to hush. He wanted to hug her. But he was angry, and sad. These were emotions that typically led him to violence with anyone else.

“Um…Bobby didn’t tell me much. He just told me about what happened that n-night. This is insane…”, he whispered, clearing his throat after. He stepped forward another bit. Opening his eyes, he gritted his teeth and closed the gap between them, his hands coming up to hold her face in his hands.

It was a familiar stance, back to one of the worst nights for his anger. He trailed a hand down to her throat, running his thumb over the front of her throat as he pressed his forehead roughly against hers, “Mika…”

He whispered her name, almost as a control lever for his anger and grief. It was his brain talking him out of hurting her. Instead, another set of tears fell from his eyes, falling from his chin, and he simply placed a quiet kiss on her nose, his shaky hand leaving her throat.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, once again with his eyebrows raised at the confirmation, feeling like an absolute cry baby, as tears welled up once again. He then pursed his lips and shook his head briefly, holding up the necklace he still had wrapped around his shaky hand.

“Um…”, he said hoarsely, feeling a semi-unfamiliar wave of nervous nausea creep into his gut, “Actually…it was um-…It was Sammy, first. Sam’s a smart kid and…when he gets something in his head, he rarely lets it go.”

He took in her appearance, still not moving from his place on the bed, before setting the necklace gently on top of the book next to him. He blinked away tears and sniffled loudly, before slowly standing from the bed, his hands coming up in front of him as a defense, and to tell her he wasn’t going to attack her. Granted, they had been down that road…

“He um…finally got away.”, he spoke quietly, stepping forward a single step, “And in the midst of the scuffle with dad, he told me what I assumed at the time was something I just wanted to hear. I came here, and um…Bobby. Bobby cleared up the rest.”

He had no idea what the next move should be. Part of him wanted to choke her. Part of him wanted to run to her and wrap her in a hug. The other part of him, the part in control, couldn’t move from where he stood. So, he stood, tears in his eyes, silently taking in everything he had lost, standing right in front of him.

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I'll respond to the post after Furie has a chance to chime in to the rest of my post, as I don't want to spam the IC. And Cassifer should be online sometime this week. He's been super busy with convention crap, and I've only talked to him a couple of times, but he said he'll try to drum up some writing at some point.

The RP is about to get its first taste of Sam Winchester tears, I think lol. I haven't spoiled it for you guys, but I wanted to give warning that the puppy eyes are coming, most likely.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean opened the door to the room, looking around with another surprised sigh. It was Mika to a tee. The bed was not quite neatly made. The desk was littered with lore and makeup. There were photos, and mementos adorning the walls. He smiled a bit, tears still in his eyes as he stepped through, brushing his fingers against the furniture.

He touched the photos on the wall, a few of them depicting he and Mika together as kids. One caught his eye and caused a scoff to leave his throat, as he remembered the day fondly. They had been on a hunt, and he had managed to introduce her to one of his favorite movies. The night quickly devolved into chaos and playful fighting. In the photo, they were both smiling brightly, while he himself had several new stitches above his right eye from an accident. Good times.

He then found the closet, gently opening the door, another anguished sigh leaving his throat as he looked at the clothing inside. He picked up a sleeve of a jacket he recognized vividly, bringing it to his nose and taking a deep breath.

This was a lot to take in. It was a lot to come to terms with. It was his greatest loss, aside from his mother. In fact, it was possibly his first real great loss that he remembered the emotions from. It was the loss that had nearly torn his family apart, due to his inability to let go.

Closing the closet, he stepped over to the bedside table and picked up the book that laid there, his thumb brushing over the title, ‘Pride and Prejudice’. He laid it down on the bed, stepping over to the light switch again, and flipped the lights off, taking his place on the bed once again.

As he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, he balled up his fists, trying to control his emotions as those familiar steps approached. He flinched when the lights turned on, his face doing its best to remain stoic.

“Hey Mika…”, he said softly, placing his hands on his lap with his eyebrows raised. His tears had mostly dried but his eyes were still slightly puffy as he stared at her, fully expecting her to run….again.

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<Snipped quote by AnnaBeth>

Technically Hera works with Heaven like a few Pagan gods. She would be working with Samael's agents to stalemate Castiel while they're the ones actually attacking and trying to get rid of him.

@ActRaiserTheReturned

That actually works too.
I need to find an excuse for him to be forced to leave after he gets to them. Plans, I have plans.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@ActRaiserTheReturned I'm not sure how effective you plan for her to be at dispelling angels, but she could actually make herself useful after the Samael interaction, by getting rid of him. We could tell you when lol

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped lightly, his eyes welling up in what felt like acid tears as Bobby confirmed everything. He didn’t move, couldn’t move, as he stared at the older man with wide and tortured eyes.

“You gotta be kidding me…”, he scoffed, his face twisting a bit as a sob left his throat, “All this time? All this time…”

He clenched his teeth together through another sob, and looked down at his glass, his fingers tapping against it lightly. He had been with Kenzi off and on ever since Mika had ‘died’. It was the most toxic relationship he had ever had, but something about it always seemed familiar. Her kiss seemed familiar. Her fingers felt familiar. Hell, even her eyes, as different as they were…felt familiar.

Sighing loudly, he collected himself, staring at Bobby, “I um…I assume she’s not here, right now. I think. I um…I think I want to wait for her. Enough is enough of this.”

He sat the glass down on the table beside him, and stood, clapping Bobby on the shoulder as he passed him. It was his way to let him know that while disappointed, he wasn’t angry with him. He ascended the stairs slowly, the necklace hanging from his hand again as he prepared to come face to face with the woman that was two totally different beings to him.

“C’mon Dean…”, he whispered, as his legs began to get heavier as he walked, a response to a mixture of relief and absolute anguish.

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Dean Winchester

Dean nodded slowly as they helped him up and into the room. He lightly shrugged them off, looking around at his own hands and arms that were full of glass and mostly just cut up. His hands were still shaking, which was nothing a bit of whiskey couldn’t fix. His mind then went back to Mika telling him she was going to summon this thing with he and Bobby. She shook his head, “Mika. I don’t want you getting involved with whatever this is. We have no idea what we’re walking into, here. It could be literally anything…”

He stepped into the room again, looking around at how shattered everything was. To his happiness and surprise, the whiskey Sam had in the room was still sitting on the table, knocked over but still intact. He stepped over to the table and picked the bottle up, as well as a plastic cup nearby, his hand shaking so hard he could hardly hold it still.

He poured a bit into the cup, spilling more than he poured, and took a drink with a long sigh. They were going to kill this thing, or at least find out what the hell it wanted. But the idea of coming face to face with this thing, and possibly going back to hell, which he remembered every detail of was terrifying.

“We um…we really shouldn’t leave Bobby in the car. He’s ready to…to go…”, he shivered out, his nerves slowing a bit with alcohol. He held up his arms and shrugged, trying to look tough, “I’m fine. Really.”

Annabeth

Annabeth nodded at him asking if she was okay. She shook her head free of the last of the vision, and took a deep breath, his touch calming her like usual. As they left the diner, she realized where the school was, based on the visions and voices in her head. Turning toward the direction she felt, she turned to Sam.

“Any idea why she would send us to a school that is literally down the road?”, she asked, pointing toward a school sign directly down the street from them.

She could feel the power coming from within, and she decided against telling Sam. Instead, she brushed her hand against his arm, and took a deep breath, “Do you have anything to kill them with? I mean…I can do it."

Samael

Samael stood in the cafeteria of the closed elementary school, stretching his wings as he stared around at the demons near him. He hated working with these disgusting animals, but it was a means to an end. The quicker he could take care of the problem, the quicker he could get back to heaven, and worry less about them…and more about himself.

Yes, he was petty. It was part of his charm.

He smirked as a demon stepped up in front of him, thoroughly brainwashed to work for him, for the time being, “Did you make sure the doors were unlocked? I want to make this as easy as possible.”

“Yes, sir. They should be arriving soon, and we will take her…should be quick and easy, considering. I have some guys who have been watching the girl. She doesn’t have a clue who she is, or what she is, as far as we can tell.”, the demon explained, his face blank as he spoke. Samael nodded, laughing with a bright smile.

“And the Winchester?”, he asked.

“They left together, but it’s the younger of the two. We can dispatch him, quickly, and without any of your kind to back him up.”, the demon explained, fear on his face as he did so.

“Do not underestimate his effect on your kind. Trust me. I’ll be back to care for the poor boy, but not a hair on the girl’s hair shall be harmed…got it?”, Samael snapped, causing the demon to nod, “Good. Deal with it, and bring her to me alive. I want to watch the life drain from her eyes…you know…for the prophesy.”

With a flutter of wings, he disappeared.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean poured himself some whiskey, definitely needing it for this conversation, before holding up the necklace in his free hand. He kicked back the shot of whiskey, and dangled the necklace from his hand.

“He says that Mika is alive.”, he blurted out, laying the necklace on the desk beside the whiskey bottle. He smiled and gave a disbelieving scoff, pouring two glasses this time, “…he says that…Kenzi…is Mika. You can see why I would be a little…concerned by that.”

He kicked back his second glass, and pointed at Bobby, “So, I’m asking you, in all your wisdom and your inability to lie to me, especially since you’re halfway through this bottle…”, he paused and stepped forward.

“Is Mika alive?”