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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean watched as Mika dressed, still not wanting to take his eyes off of her for more than a few seconds. He could tell that she was excited to get out of the house and do the shopping, and for that, he couldn’t complain about her leaving, too much. He ran a hand through his hair, his anxiety easing a bit at how confident she was that she, herself was coming right back. He also felt foolish for how possessive he was being toward her, which normally wasn’t his style, at all.

When she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, he couldn’t help draping his arms over her shoulders loosely, “You better. I’ll be elbow deep in a car engine by then, but I’ll go crazy if anything happens to you, again…”

He whispered his response, a sad smile on his lips as he looked her in they eyes, “I mean it.”

He leaned his head down and kissed her deeply, resting a hand on the back of her head, but being careful not to mess her hair up again. Although, that would keep her around longer…

‘No Dean.”, he told himself in his head, before pulling away from the kiss and kissing her nose.

“Now get out of here. And bring me some pie…”, he muttered, placing one more kiss on her forehead, before slapping her ass and shoving her toward the door, “I’ll be in the garage.”

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Dean Winchester

Dean held her hand tightly as they walked across the parking lot, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles gently. He still didn’t like the idea that she was coming along, only for the fact that he wasn’t sure she would be safe. But, none of them were safe, until this was handled. So, he had to push that down too.

He stepped up into the backseat and shoved her to the side a bit, deciding to ride with her, in case this was the last time he was able to. The entire ride, he fidgeted with his hands, moving them from his own leg, to hers, to her hands, the back of the seat, anywhere he could place them to keep himself moving.

As they pulled up to an old barn, he narrowed his eyes, looking at Bobby’s face in the mirror, “Bobby, where is this place?”

Bobby put the truck in gear and cleared his throat, waving his hand at the building, “Me and Rufus went through, before he bailed on my ass after I told him the dirty ‘I don’t know’, when he asked what all of it was for. We put up every damn sigil I could come up with in the books…”

Dean raised his eyebrows further, as the barn looked completely clean from the outside, almost boring. He opened his door and stepped out of the truck, stepping up in front of the door, as Bobby also exited and continued what he was saying.

“I got everything set up in there. It’s kinda an all over spell to summon every damn thing from any dimension we can…and I just need your hair to finish it. That should narrow it down.”

As Bobby finished, Dean sighed, flexing his fists with anxiety before turning to them both.

“Alright then. Let’s get started.”

Cason

Cason glared back at Natalia as he entered the room behind Sam, not honestly caring if she liked his presence. He was only there for one reason. As Sam laid Annabeth on the bed, he let out his own shuddered sigh, seeing her dead body. It was a lot to take in, after the time he had spent trying to keep her safe.

“How could you let this happen?”, he whispered in the silence to Sam. He stepped up behind him, fully ready for a fight, “How is it that the great Sam Winchester just…fails at everything, and loses the one key to all of this mess…”

Before he could launch much of an attack on Sam, a flutter of wings was heard, and another man stood next to him. An Angel. Cason stepped back in shock, pressing himself against a wall. He had heard about them, but he hadn’t seen one in person yet. The sigil…

Samael

Samael landed, furious, in the hotel room, standing over Sam Winchester and the girl’s body. His face was still, his jaw clenched as he looked at her with a growl. He quickly turned his rage to Sam, wanting to crush the worthless human to dust in front of him. But…that wasn’t the directive.

And judging by the boy’s response to the girl’s body, he knew that his petty nature would be punishment enough. More so than killing him. Sighing, he folded his arms and glared around at everyone in the room.

“They had one job.”, he spoke softly, “ONE JOB! This wasn’t supposed to happen. She dies at MY HANDS! Not some low life demon abomination…MINE!”

His screaming caused Cason to jump as he slowly cut his hand behind his back, dripping a bit of the blood on the bedside table, where he began running a single finger through it in a design.

“So, I guess…I’ll have to figure out another way to do it myself. She is beautiful, though, isn’t she?”, he asked Sam, running a finger along Annabeth’s forehead, a strand of her hair moving with it, “I mean…I can understand the sadness.”

He stepped back, not wanting to resurrect her just yet. He wanted the younger Winchester to hurt…badly.

“…because you failed. You’ll always fail. You…killed her…Samuel.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I’m waiting on my glasses and my prescription now and then I’ll be home within the hour ❤️

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded to Bobby, raising his hands in a way to say that he was excited about the work that needed to be done. All he needed was a jack and a tool box, and he could distract himself a bit, to try and not think about what Mika was doing, and where. He ran a hand instinctively down the front of his bare chest, and then stretched, “Alright. Well. Most of them are probably just cleanings anyway. So, it shouldn’t take much. I could probably knock out half your list, today.”

When Mika confirmed she was leaving, his stomach sank again for a second, before her kiss brought it back up. It was reassuring, but he was so used to her lying that he didn’t know whether to believe his own peace. He kissed her back quickly, watching her walk away with a slight smirk.

“She’s a child, sometimes, Bobby. You know that.”, he quipped at Bobby when he complained about her running up the stairs. He pushed off and followed behind her, careful to walk, instead of run, “I’ve alway been your nice child. I never do anything wrong…”

As he joked, he exaggerated his steps up. Stepping into the bedroom not too far behind her, he sighed, stretching again. He half wanted to work out in the yard in only his sweats, but he knew Bobby would complain about him being ‘half naked’. So, he stepped up to his bag, which was still by the foot of the bed and threw it up on to the bed.

“You sure you’re going to be okay?”, he asked Mika, without looking at her, “I mean…you’re at least taking a gun, right? And your phone?”

He threw a t-shirt and then sweatshirt over his head, pulling it to rest around his waist. It was a different way of dressing than he was used to, not hunting. This was a vacation, and he was going to enjoy every second of his loungewear. The thought made him smile a bit.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean cleared his throat once more, nodding his head. His voice was a little higher pitched when he spoke, “I’m fine. Um.”

When she touched his back, his eyes fluttered closed, a deep breath forming and leaving his lungs. His panic was over the idea that she could drive away, and never come back. Only this time, she wouldn’t be so close. She wouldn’t come back to Bobby, or anyone they knew. She would be gone for good. HIs shoulders tensed a bit at the thought, “Um. I’m fine. I just…”

Rage that normally followed panic was threatening to bubble up in his chest, as he stepped back from the counter, a fake smile planted on his lips.

“Sorry. Um…I think things are still a little raw from the fight with my dad. You know how he gets.”, he lied, giving a half smirk and a kiss to Mika’s forehead. He reluctantly turned to Bobby, raising a shaky hand, “How many car tickets you got out there, for repairs? I think I could use some time to get my hands dirty.”

He diverted his eyes back to Mika, thinking about her leaving again, as he pulled down the rage and fear in his head to try and not explode like a nuclear bomb. He honestly needed to hit something.

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@Wolvena I figure they are going to tell me that my right eye has gotten worse from a fighting injury back in my less chill days lol

I mentioned it to Wolvena but I just realized that Jack and AnnaBeth are super similar 😂 and I just met Jack a week ago.

Now I’m feeling like the writers stalked our RP back in the day. When she was first introduced, she had a lot heavier powers than I gave her in the reboot. And their personalities are almost identical. Probably why I love him so much.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean held up a hand like it was a puppet and mocked Bobby as he complained about his manners and the fact that he and Mika were nagging him about his health. He then smirked, “Ah. Shut up Bobby. If you didn’t have Mika, you’d probably be dead of something natural, which would be a damn shame…”

He raised an eyebrow, as if considering the idea of he and Mika finding their own place, but shook it off and took another bite of his sandwich listening to Bobby name off the tasks that needed to be done around the house. He thought about each individually, ticking off the ones he didn’t want to do in his head. That would leave…none of them.

When Mika mentioned going shopping, his head perked up. He stared at her from the corner of his eyes, taking the final bite of his sandwich. Wiping his hands on his sweats, he took a long and final drink of his coffee before hopping down from the counter.

“You don’t have to go by yourself. Bobby, make a list. We can get dressed and hit the market.”, he muttered, the pit in his stomach hitting a fever pitch again that threatened to cause a panic attack. Mika going out alone. The thought of watching her drive away caused his worthlessness to creep into his head, and his chest. Clearing his throat, he tried to push it away, turning to the counter to blink the random cloud of panic attack tears from his eyes, “Knife. Cannister. Coffee Mug. Cabinet. Window.”

He whispered the words to himself, while breathing deeply, trying to ground himself and prove to himself that their current situation was real.

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@Wolvenaglad to hear it ❤️

I kinda lied. I will be out for a bit tomorrow getting my eye exam done to figure out why I’m having chronic migraines again. But it shouldn’t take long.

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How is everyone? I've been out all day, and haven't been as active. But I wanted to check in, now that I'm home and I'm hopefully home for the next few days, if things go the way I want them to lol

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean savored her blushing as he pulled back from her with a smile. He then looked toward the living room, “And no Irish coffee! Come get you some protein.”

He was calling out to Bobby, who he knew would simply tell him to go to hell. He wanted to make sure Bobby was taking care of himself, now that Dean was around for a bit. The man barely slept, and he could only imagine how he had treated himself with the secrets and everything. Taking a long drink from his coffee, he reached carefully over Mika’s shoulder and grabbed a plate, walking it back over to the bar he had been standing at.

Bobby’s tables were practically unusable and dinner often had to be eaten either in a window or on a kitchen counter. Dean was used to this, and honestly was relieved to be allowed to eat in peace at all. He hoisted himself onto the counter, and grabbed his sandwich, taking a huge bite of it and smiling over at Mika.

“Mm…This is delicious…”, he murmured with a full mouth, his eyes completely lit up with relief. He chewed long enough to be able to speak clearly, and then spoke up again, “So, Bobby, have you found any cases lately, or are you on some kind of extended vacation? What needs to be done around here, if we ain’t working?”