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@Wolvenaespecially when I’m the only one who can cook 😂

Sorry to play hovering mom but is everyone feeling okay today and everything? Any complaints, concerns or anything?

My family is completely into the movie they are watching while I cook dinner. So I’m here if anyone needs me.

I just like the idea of high stakes for both groups. :)

And yeah…my poor moose.

There was already a sort of spiteful plan to bring her back, and also bringing Cason back into the story.

Long story short, yes, angels can bring back humans. Lol

@ActRaiserTheReturned Is anyone ever really dead?

I edited my post for AB, now that I'm awake after my huge second birthday dinner lol

And yes.  I did kill my main character.  Oops...

Thanks guys! It’s been a good day!

I’ll be back in mostly full capacity tomorrow morning, if everyone gets their posts made ❤️

As the last of the shampoo fell from her hair, and she asked him to forgive himself, Dean sighed, “You know I can’t just do that.  I have to make things right, which…they feel pretty alright, right now.  I mean, this is the first time we have had time alone to enjoy…anything, when we weren’t fighting.”

He smirked at the fights they had started with each other while she was Kenos, and even before, when she was Mika.  He knew that fighting was just part of her personality, and possibly a part of her personality that was intensified by the attack and survival.

“I’ll try, if you’ll try…”, he finally whispered, running the sponge from her hair, down her back.  He gently washed her back off and assessing the extent of her fresher wounds, “But you have to try and forgive yourself for what you’ve done.  I’ll do my best to only hold a grudge when I’m really angry, and my words are out of my control…as you know.  And you’ll do your best to forgive yourself, and not lie anymore.”

As he finished the sentence, he winced at how it sounded at the end, but also knew that she wouldn’t take it too personally, considering how bad the night could have become.  He wrapped both his arms around her waist and pressed her against his chest, “I think you’re clean princess…”

He muttered the words playfully as he leaned back and rested his head on the back ledge of the bath, her against his chest and the world feeling a tiny bit safer, whether the people outside of this house realized it or not.

Dean Winchester

Dean flexed his hands, knowing that he probably shouldn’t, but he needed to make sure they still had feeling after all the numbing picking Mika had done to them.  He smiled briefly at Mika as she spoke to Esme, approving of her working with her, even briefly.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little worried about this…”, he spoke up, looking down at his bloodied hands, “I mean…I’m top side.  I don’t remember a thing.  When has that ever gone well for us, trading a good for anything other than a bad?”

Annabeth

Gasping, Annabeth rolled onto her stomach and sat up, giving a few coughs from the blow to her throat as she moved.  She heard Sam’s voice from near her, and turned her face to him, her eyes still white as she did so.

“Sam!  I’m okay…It’s okay…”, she spoke hoarsely, standing finally, and running toward him, planning to help him with his ropes.  As she started running, a force lifted her off her feet, flinging her into the floor.  She groaned, attempting to analyze her injuries as she lay there and rolled around.  Realizing that she was mostly just winded, and scared, she persevered.  Standing to her feet once more, her stubbornness showing through like a beacon, she ran over to Sam, reaching him this time, “They only want me, for some reason.  You can get out of here…”

As if it was a reflex, she leaned forward, brushing his hair behind his ear, slowly.  Her fingers lingered against his skin as she did so, “It’s okay, Sam…”

She kept her eyes on him for a few seconds, trying to calm him if he was upset at her.  But there was work that needed to be done, if she was going to try and save him.

She was saving him.  The thought made her almost laugh internally.  Shaking herself, she began untying his hands.
The demon stepped into the room, still smiling from ear to ear at his capture of them both.  Annabeth had just finished with one of Sam’s hands, loosening the knot around his wrist with a sneer.  She wanted him out of here, even if she had to stay behind.

 The demon was going off script in not hurting the girl, because screw the angels, that’s why.  She was flung once more, only this time, brought to her feet, where she skidded to a stop after a few seconds, feeling partially in control.  She held both her hands out, a low scream starting in her throat as she pulled at the demon inside the vessel in front of her.  Coughing black smoke, the demon stared at her with fire in his eyes, “You have GOT to be kidding me…”

As the demon taunted her, he walked toward her, closing the gap between them in just a few steps.  There, he clapped a hand around her throat, lifting her over his head with a laugh as she struggled, finding no relief in the grip of her captor.  What happened next was unexpected and so fast, as if done out of pure rage.  The hand around her throat began to tighten as she fought against the hands.

“Sam…”, she choked out.  Before a deafening crack filled the room, and her arms fell limp.  

"That...was...easier than expected.", the demon laughed, throwing her limp body to Sam's feet without mercy.  He then stepped toward the younger Winchester, "Now...what about you?"

Dean squeezed a bit of the shampoo onto the top of her head, not quite sure how much to use. He then began gently lathering, trying to make sure if she had any wounds on her head that he didn’t irritate them further. He also couldn’t help leaning down to kiss along the back of her neck, in spite of the soap that ended up in his mouth.

He smiled softly against the back of her neck, “If I’m honest, I didn’t expect to be this calm. But you also know I have always come to bat for you, regardless of how bad it hurt or I had to hurt someone…to think that I have hurt you…”

He choked down the pain in his throat that threatened tears again. 

“You have done some horrible shit. But…I’m so sorry about what happened when we were in Minnesota a couple of years ago. I dream about it every night…and now that I know, I can’t…”

He shuddered and kissed her shoulder again, picking up the sponge and pouring water over her head to begin rinsing the shampoo out.

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