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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean matched her smile, letting go of his body weight to roll over top of her, his nose touching hers, “You’re so bossy…”

With a soft giggle, he kissed her deeply, before trailing kisses down her neck and biting her collar bone gently, his hand reaching behind him to pull the covers back over his head.

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The next morning, after they had basically stayed in bed all evening and night, Dean opened his eyes to the sun shining directly into his eyelids. He squinted and rolled onto his back with a groan, and a slight smile at how sore he was.

He was pleasantly surprised when he felt a weight against his side, and Mika was still there. Smirking, he slid an arm under her neck, pulling her head onto his chest as carefully as he could. He was tempted to let her sleep, but he also knew that by now, Bobby was probably thoroughly ready for them to get out and do something…other than make noise in his house.

He brushed some hair from her face, and kissed the top of her head before whispering a simple, “Hey…”

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Dean sniffled and stared at her eyes as she spoke about what she would do if he died. The thought of her getting into a mess trying to bring him back hurt his chest a bit. But the thought of her going insane like he himself had gone through hurt even worse.

Hearing the words “there’s no me if there’s no you” raised his eyebrows as a small smile threatened the corners of his lips. He couldn’t help the fact that he felt like bad luck. It seemed like anyone who got anywhere near he and his dad ended up dead. If they didn’t die, their life got turned upside down and they became hunters. Mika was already halfway down that road. He couldn’t help but think that he was pulling her down a road to die…right along side him.

“Hey don’t say that…”, he whispered when she called herself poison, like his dad had when she was Kenzi. He brushed her hair from her face as she plead with him to be kinder to himself, which was something he honestly didn’t even know how to do. He only knew work, and pain…and work.

He kissed her back as she finished, closing his eyes tightly as he savored the timing of the kiss, “I’m sorry to lay this on you, especially now…We’re rekindling afterall.”

He smiled a bit brighter, and leaned forward, kissing her lips again, a bit deeper. He then pulled back and stared at her with smiley eyes, “Not to be a broken record, but I’ll never let you out of my sight again. You’re right…There’s no me if there ain’t no you. Everything else, we’ll figure it out. That’s a normal thing, right?”

He gave a small laugh at the idea of them trying to be normal.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Just popping in this morning to say I am LIVING for the Cason and Esme dynamic!!!! Legit shipping them already hahaha!

@FuriePhoenix

I think we accidentally turned them into a ship. Like...one that will be kinda an issue later lol
Cason being shot by a woman he didn't even sleep with. He's probably in love, now XD

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Dean Winchester

Dean kept his arms out, reaching to make sure Mika didn’t fall to the ground again, with her head inury. He hadn’t exactly had a chance to look over her head and make sure she was actually okay. When she patted him, and began dusting herself off, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get you back to the truck.”, he whispered, wrapping an arm around her waist and beginning to run with her. Bobby turned his back to the door as they ran out, holding a shotgun up, as if it would work against the man who had just attacked them.

The ride to Sioux Falls was a long one. Dean almost wished they had’ve just waited until they got back to make this call, but he also knew that it wouldn’t have made much of a difference other than a shorter drive. He kept Mika pulled close to him, as a mixture of images from Hell and the Angel flashed through his eyes with every street light that passed.

He offered his shoulder to her, if she needed to sleep, but in the meantime, he played with her fingers like a stress ball. It almost seemed surreal when they pulled into the junkyard, and Dean released a breath that he assumed he had been holding the entire time. They were home. They were safe. This old junkyard was the most peaceful place he could think to come, and it was safe….

“Well. Welcome back home…”, Bobby quipped from the front seat. He stepped out of the truck and threw his hands up, “I need coffee for this crap…”

Annabeth

As soon as they got into the room, Annabeth changed out of her ruined clothes, tossing them into a trash can, tied her hair up and pulled out a scarf tying it around her head - to cover her missing eyes while she slept. She then laid down on the bed closest to the far wall. She didn’t even notice when Sam had gotten to bed, after settling. She was still having to get used to not having eyelids, or eyes rather, and so sleep would be fleeting at best. As soon as she idled her brain, her mind wandered from situation to situation and pain, causing her to jolt awake.

In the dark, at some point in the night, she could hear Sam snoring quietly. The room was pitch black. She could tell, because she couldn’t feel him when she put the glasses on her face. However, she could hear him. Standing from her bed, she carefully tiptoed across the room, gently putting her hands down in order to walk herself around to what felt like the empty side of Sam.

She lowered herself onto the bed, crawling across to sit close to his back. She reached her hand out, touching his back as it rose and fell, deep in sleep. Sighing in relief, she lowered her head to his pillow, curling into a ball against his back, her face buried in his hair.

She felt safe. Her brain was clear. Once again, even wearing a makeshift blindfold, Sam Winchester was as good as Xanax.

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Cason

Cason raised his eyebrows in utter confusion at Esme’s screaming. He knew she was pissed, but hearing that she was pissed about human touch confused the hell out of him. He glanced over at the gun and then back at her as she continued, “Wait wait wait…that’s not what people do?!”

He screamed back at her, nearly as loud, reaching to try and grab her arm as she passed him. He failed and turned to follow her, stepping up close again, “Listen to me for a second, before you get the giant Winchester in a panic over all the noise. I don’t know how all this works. All this…saving people crap. But I have to stay…where the big one goes. I can’t help that I met you, and now I’m stuck with you…”

He spat the last words through gritted teeth, reaching forward and grabbing her upper arms so she couldn’t punch him. He scanned both her eyes, trying his best to get her to look at him.

“I brought you here, and you had nightmares. They seemed to tear you apart. Now, I’m not a huge fan of, nor am I an expert on humans…but you needed someone to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. So, I did what I knew to do. Whatever you gathered from that, is your problem…”, he licked a bit of blood that had trailed down his face off his upper lip as he spoke to her, his breath hot on her face. The bullet was still attempting to wiggle its way to his forehead as he spoke, causing his head to bleed pretty badly.

“Now. If you think you can deal, for five seconds without trying to get yourself killed…or kill me, I’m going to smoke, and do some damage control from your tantrum. You should take a shower…”, he muttered, stepping away from her with a small shove and stepping out the door, slamming it behind him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I wanted to post here in case anyone checks here and isn’t online in Discord.

The down time at the hotel for a bit before they leave for Bobby’s is a decent time for conversations, questions and answers and character development. Use it for that, and then we will move onto Bobby’s for the witnesses. Sam kinda needs to be there lol

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nearly flinched when she touched his cheek, leaning into her palm with his eyes closed. He listened to her explain away both the one thing he knew for certain in life, but also his one biggest fear: dying violently as a hunter…alone. As she spoke, his heart fluttered. He had never had anyone in his corner. He was the rock. He was the foundation that Sammy’s personality was built on, and from the day he turned four years old, he was on his own. His emotions were his own. His reactions were his own. Having someone to shoulder some of that weight was completely foreign.

Opening his eyes, he continued nuzzling into her hand as he sighed, “Chances are, for someone like me, I die bloody. And then what does that leave you? My car? I mean, what would you do if I died?”

As he asked the question, he held now ill will in the tears that were starting to form in his eyes, as a lot of the weight from the past few days crept into them. Maybe it was because he was relaxed, but he felt the need to get some things off his chest.

“Because I can tell you what I would do. I would do exactly what I have done for the past few years. I would go insane…I would chase ghosts, and I would not rest until I could get you back here.”, he muttered, his lip quivering, “And that’s not something I’m prepared to do again, honestly. When I think about settling down, I think about the fact that no matter where I am, or who I’m with…I’m the poison. I’m the bad luck.”

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Cason

Cason had teleported carefully back under Esme’s head, clutching her to him a bit as she fought another nightmare. This time tears fell from her eyes, which caused him to raise an eyebrow, before whisking them away with his thumb. He gave a sad glance and then rolled his eyes, placing his hand against the side of her hair as he stared into the darkness of the room.

It seemed like an eternity before the sun came up, as he wasn’t used to going this long without a cigarette, or doing something to keep himself busy. Not sleeping had its perks. He could always finish a job, and never had to stop to sleep or eat. But, it had a downside….boredom.

Before he knew it, Esme was stirring in what he thought was another nightmare, and he pulled her closer to him, stroking her hair. However, she was actually awake. He smirked, somewhat happy the human wasn’t dead or injured to the point of a coma. When she scrambled from the bed and pulled a gun on him, he simply sighed, figuring this was like all the other times humans had the idea of killing him with a gun. He simply held his hands up and smirked.

“Good mo-“, he started, as a bullet pierced his vessel’s head and brain causing a sharp scream to leave his throat. He flipped off the bed and onto the floor, holding a shaky hand over the bullet hole in his forehead. He had to admit it was a good shot, “What the hell is wrong with you?! You can’t just shoot people!”

He heard her continue to yell at him as she stood against the wall. His only instinct was to rush her and snap her neck, but he chose not to. She still had a damn gun. The bullet had lodged just in front of the back of his skull, which caused him to groan loudly, and slap the back of his head, moving the bullet to a spot where his body could expel it.

“You um…ah dammit! You passed out in the hotel. There was no one there that would have been able to keep you safe, while they scrambled all over the place. So…I brought you here.”, he explained, wiping a bit of blood from his nose with another groan. He stepped forward to her, holding his hands out, “I didn’t do anything to you if that’s what you’re worried about. But why the hell would you shoot me?! What have I ever done to you?!”

He reached forward and took the gun from her hand carefully, clicking the safety back on as the blood flowed down his face, his body having issues pushing the bullet out. He slammed the gun down on the table beside her, grabbed his pack of cigarettes at the same moment, “I told you. I owe you.”

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Dean smiled briefly at the absurdity of someone trying to get through to his dad, if he had his mind made up. In times like that, Dean could sometimes say his opinion, but most everyone else was just a mental casualty of John Winchester’s temper and chip on his shoulder.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at the thought of Sam being in some upscale school on the West Coast. He probably wasn’t even working cases. Hell, he probably didn’t even have a gun with him. Opening his eyes and looking at her, he quickly diverted his eyes to the bed, “I don’t know. Sam’s really smart. And if he finds out I’m spying on him, or anything…he’d freak out so bad.”

He looked back up at her and sighed, “But, eventually he’ll figure it out. He was meant to be a hunter…it’s just…how it is. As much as I would love to settle down, drink my whiskey by a fire place and go to bed with a beautiful woman in my bed every night…I already know that’s not how my story ends.”

He gave a sad smirk, and bit his lip.

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Dean smiled at her expression, continuing the movement of his finger against her jaw. He loved the little faces she made, and the way she closed her eyes when her cheeks were touched. He even loved the way she looked cross eyed when he kissed her nose or got too close to her face without warning. It all made him smile.

He cleared his throat, rolling onto his stomach so that he could get a better view of her eyes, and brushed more hair from in front of her face, “Dad thinks Esme is poison. And he thinks your memory is poison. He’ll understand once I tell him everything…well…as much as I can.”

He whispered the words with the softest voice he could muster, “You’re the only constant thing, other than Sammy, I have ever had. And now, it’s just you. Sammy’s gone, and for how long…I don’t know.”