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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean took a deep and shaky breath, feeling his nose brushing close enough to hers to touch. He tilted his head to close that gap, inhaling sharply as he felt her nose against his. He felt pathetic, and weak. He felt as if the world had fallen out from under his feet, and he was reacting the worst to it. If only his dad could see him, at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and fought off the urge to cover her mouth, to stop her words. But he didn’t. He simply took them in, and shook his head.

“I didn’t say that…”, he whispered, in response to her speaking about her PTSD pushing him away. While it was the case on one hand, it wasn’t the sole reason.

Bobby stepped through the kitchen, stopping his steps as he noticed both his kids on the couch. He let a sad smirk hit the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the ticket he was bringing to Dean. Not wanting to interfere with what looked like progress, he simply turned on his heel and stepped back into the garage with a sigh.

Dean released her hair, quickly pushing the sides of her hair away from her face. He kept his nose pressed to hers, trying to reign in the tears before he could find the words to say.

“I know…”, was all he could muster, at first. He took a deep breath again, sniffling loudly before brushing his lips against hers. It wasn’t a kiss, but he wanted to kiss her so badly. It wouldn’t fix things, but at least it would make things seem more normal, “I know. I know…”

Even though he was shaky, he kissed her with a sigh. He was still devastated. He still felt as if she had punched a hole in his gut, with her lack of faith in him. He still resented the fact that she wouldn’t set her boundaries or things she would like him to do, to keep her, and keep her sane. But the time without her had proven to him one thing.

It had always been her.

He pulled back from her, helping her to sit up straight on the couch by her arms, before positioning himself in front of her again with a deep kiss, which he allowed to linger and continue for a while. He then broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers once more, with a whisper, “I’m sorry…”

Bobby glanced through the kitchen window and smirked, although he didn’t agree with them being so close, so fast. Their relationship was toxic, and he couldn’t necessarily agree with all of it, but when they were good…they were good. He couldn’t help but root for them. He wiped his hands and resigned himself to the garage, to allow them the space they needed to at least get over this one hump.

“Yeah. They’re gonna be alright…”, he muttered.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Esme

- Collab between Annabeth and Wolvena to not clog the thread. :)

Cason raised his eyebrows as Esme caught his eyes. He wasn't used to her being willing to have a conversation with him. For that reason, he didn't know how to answer her question. He rolled the question over in his mind, coming up with answers that made him cringe, and others that made him glance down briefly at her gun.

Peering back up at her eyes, he scanned the length of her face and shrugged, "You're a tad intoxicating, honestly. I noticed it the first time we were in a room together."

Esme watched him, waiting for him to answer the question. She could see his wheels turning on how to answer the question and even caught the glance at her gun. Had he learned to choose his words wisely yet? She wouldn’t know until he answered her, and he soon did. “Intoxicating?” she repeated the word with one eyebrow raised. Was this supposed to be some sort of pickup line? She inwardly cringed at the thought as her face slightly changed to a look of ew.

Cason was taken aback by the look on her face, as she realized what he said. He had to admit, it hadn't come out the way it probably should have, but it wasn't completely untrue.

"Um...yeah, intoxicating is a good word. It's like a drink of whiskey or a cigarette. You know?", he explained, scanning her eyes to see if her facial expression changed at all. He hadn't wanted to have this conversation just yet, with her.

Esme’s face changed very little as Canson explained what he meant by she was intoxicating. Was he comparing her to whiskey and a cigarette? If anything, his entire explanation confused her even more, and it was showing on her face. She felt like he was trying to avoid the question and was dancing around it.

“So, are you saying you get warm and tingly?” she asked, as one brow raised again. After she said it, she felt strange. A demon getting warm and tingly around a human, especially one that was a hunter, was just plain strange. She stood there, trying to wrap her head around it.

Cason rolled his eyes at Esme's retort, feeling oddly self-conscious as she continued to look at him as if he had three heads. He shrugged heavily, leaving his shoulders raised as he tilted his body to the side and looked away from her eyes.

"That's a very human way of putting it. I feel worried, all the time, like now. I want to kill everything and everyone near you, when there's actual danger...just in case.", he explained with a slightly higher-pitched voice, "So, I guess you could say it's warm...and tingly..."

Esme watched him, taking in his eye roll to her retort, his shrug, and the way he averted his eyes from her. Was that it? Was that how he was feeling while around her? That sounded like he was…… No, he couldn’t be. She focused back on him as he spoke, her eyebrows raising as she listened. It was just as she had thought.

His voice going to a slightly higher pitch said it all. It now explained why he had become so possessive and clingy towards her. She sighed and shook her head with a little laugh. “Dude, you got it bad,” she whispered softly. “And I was the one that brought it on, lucky me.” she sighed. She then looked over at Sarah and rubbed her shoulder. “Did you happen to catch on to this?” she asked her.

Cason sighed heavily and placed both his hands on his hips as she laughed at him. It was a far cry from shooting him in the head, but ouch. He narrowed his eyes at her and bit his lip, "Shut up. You're lucky to have me..."

He continued to stare at her, scanning between both her eyes when she made her little quip and then turn to Sarah, "Don't bring her into this. You're deflecting..."

However, as Esme turned to her, Sarah nuzzled against her side, basically giving her the answer of 'yes' as she accepted the petting. Cason rolled his eyes with a loud groan, "Great. So, what...you use this against me? I make a nice comment, and it totally makes me seem like some sort of junkless sap, right?"

Esme almost laughed again as Cason said she was deflecting by asking Sarah the question, but she held her composure as she waited to see if she would really answer her. When Sarah nuzzled against her in an answer of basically yes, she almost wanted to hug her. It seemed that her laugh and asking Sarah her question had struck a nerve. Esme collected herself more before she looked back at him, and she gently shook her head at his questions.

“No, but I could if I was that type of person.” She sighed as she thought about his other question. “No, it doesn’t make you look like junkless sap. It shows that you actually have a heart,” she told him. It probably wasn’t something a demon, like Cason, wanted to hear, but it was the truth. She looked back at Sarah for a moment to scratch her head and behind an ear. This was an awkward conversation to have with Cason, especially with the upcoming fight that was on its way.

As Esme spoke about his weakness for her as a human, as if he had some sort of soul, Cason scoffed, "It shows I have a heart. I protected Annabeth for a reason...a pretty selfish reason. I actually feel relieved that she's safe with Sam Winchester."

His eye twitched as he spoke the words, turning back to her. The way she scratched Sarah's ear made his lips turn up into a smirk. It was strange to see a human interacting with such a vicious creature, as a Hellhound, but something about it was endearing, also.

"Since we're all going to die tomorrow, I might as well go out on a redemption arc, right?", he quipped, still smirking fondly at her. He was being a realist about his odds of not going out in a blaze of glory.

Dean chimed in from nowhere, crawling up the stairs to point at Cason, as his head rounded the corner, "You watch your mouth. That's my line..."

Cason narrowed his eyes in confusion, as Dean slid back down to sit next to Mika once again. He then realized what he had said, and laughed, "I'm um...not...seducing you or anything, contrary to what your ex says."

Esme sighed a bit as Cason scoffed. Her smile faded a bit as he talked about what it was like with Annabeth. Though she couldn’t blame him for being relieved that Annabeth was safe with Sam. That should have been more proof of what she had said. “That just goes to show that you care for her,” she told him. “There is nothing wrong about caring for someone.” She looked at him to see his reaction to what she said. Then turned back to Sarah.

“But there is a point where caring turns into obsession,” she added. “I’ve seen it and I’ve experienced it before meeting up with this group. It wasn’t pretty,” she admitted with a small shiver. She shook her head lightly to keep the memory from invading her thoughts. It was in the past and should stay there. She could feel him watching her with Sarah, and could almost feel his smirk. She then whirled around to face him at his words, her eyebrows almost in her hairline.

That was a line Dean would use if she ever heard it. Esme looked at the stairs at Dean’s sudden appearance, then smiled and held back a laugh at his words to Cason. She then saw the realization hit Cason after Dean slid back down the stairs. Her eyebrows lowered as he spoke. “Yeah, sure you 're not,” she said with one raised eyebrow. She didn’t even bother to comment about him calling Dean her ex. She told him before that he wasn’t, and that the last time they met it was brief.

Cason lowered his eyes to the ground, realizing she was warning him a bit about his obsession. She was right, honestly. He needed to stop treating her like the fragile human she was physically. No matter how much he cared about her, she was capable, and wouldn't be under his wing constantly, whether he liked it or not.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison and Castiel

“That man hurt me…”, Madison explained to Sam, her glowing eyes turning sad as she stood with her feet firmly planted, a tear falling down her cheek. When her eyes met his, she studied his face, taking a deep breath, “Am I going to die?”

“No…”, Castiel answered simply as he rejoined them, allowing Sam to take control. He could sense that she was connected to Sam, which meant that other than Esme, Sam was the only person who could control this outburst. That is, if she didn’t erupt and kill him, “You can’t be killed that easily. But now that the angels know, they'll come up with another way. It’s hard to understand, but listen to Sam…”

The wind calmed a bit at the confirmation that she wasn’t dying. She continued to analyze Sam’s eyes, seeing the calm, care, and peace behind them. She studied how his eyes were two different colors, one a sort of green and the other a shade of blue, and let out a sigh. The wind completely stopped, as she jolted herself forward, wrapping her arms around his waist, clinging to him for dear life.

Dean Winchester

Dean’s head was swimming as his entire humanity wanted him to care for Madison, and make sure she’s okay. Even Castiel’s reactions to everything swayed his mind a bit. He also wanted to know where the Hell Castiel had been this whole time. He was supposed to help them with the whole birth situation, and dealing with whatever came next. Instead, he had disappeared, dealing with the situation in Heaven.

He reluctantly watched Sam step up, after he begged him to. He didn’t want his brother in the middle of what could be a bomb, as he watched him take Madison’s face in his hands. He raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that she allowed him to touch her. Apparently they had bonded pretty heavily while he and Esme were away.

Dean held up both his hands in front of him, as he stepped over to Esme and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his chest. He wasn’t completely convinced of Madison’s good nature, yet, and he was not going to let Esme get hurt in this scenario.

He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself as he watched Sam work on the girl. As the wind calmed a bit, he took the opportunity to pull Esme’s face up to meet his as he scanned her eyes, “You okay?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason rolled his eyes at Esme as she told him exactly what he expected, which is why he had mentioned that she would probably fight with them. He knew she wouldn’t let him just lock her up, but he wanted to…badly.

“I’m half tempted to lock your ass in the vault, but…the dogs can’t help you, there. I know the Winchesters are more than capable of handling a few demons. But you have to think…”, he stopped, nodding his head toward the basement, “They aren’t strongest, when they’re apart. And they’re going to very much be apart during all this.”

He sighed, reaching a hand up to brush his knuckles against her cheek briefly, giving a small pout and letting his hand drop back to his side.

“But if you want to be out here, fine. Just be careful. I would probably kill everyone in this room, if you ended up dead, alright? I’m going to be honest with you.”, he rolled his neck a bit, “I kinda like having you around. So, let’s not ruin that…”

He then reached over and scratched the bottom of Sarah’s chin as he caught a glimpse of the sigil Bobby was pointing out to Nat. He recognized it intimately, as he had nearly stabbed through his hand to make it back at the hotel.

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“I know…”, Dean whispered simply, extending the first olive branch of understanding of the day. He took a deep and shuddering breath after, and wiped his hand down his face. Tensions were high, and a moment that should have been something a normal couple would brush off had literally torn them apart. He didn’t say anything else, he simply stood from the couch again.

He thought about leaving, while Bobby wasn’t in the room. There were plenty of other ways out of the house, other than the garage. But the more he thought about leaving, his feet wouldn’t move. He was shaking, his teeth almost chattering as he tried to talk himself into leaving. The thoughts even came into his mind to steal a car, and drive to California, to find Sam. Maybe he could talk him into letting him stay for a while, or he could get Sam to go with him, and ditch college. They could be on the road together.

But even the thoughts of snatching Sam from college didn’t budge his feet, as his mind forced him to stay. He let out a deep sigh, turning toward Mika. He watched her cry, which tore him apart. He wasn’t good with people crying, anyway. As a couple of tears fell from his own nose, almost deafening as they hit the old hardwood floor, he reluctantly stepped forward and squatted.

As his knees hit the floor, he leaned his forehead against the top of her head, bringing a shaky hand up to tangle in her hair.

“I can’t leave…”, he whispered, his own voice almost muffled by the cushion she had buried herself into. He was defying everything he had told himself in his mind, about not getting too close. Making up wasn’t necessarily in the cards, in his mind, considering how massive of a misunderstanding and reaction they had both had. Neither of them knew what they were. Neither of them really knew what they wanted. And for Dean, this was all so far off the reservation for a hunter…he didn’t even know if he was ‘allowed’ to feel this way about anyone, “But…un-until you’re ready to t-tell me what you want, I can’t do this. It’s a hell of a lot of baggage and change, Mika…”

He let her name slip off his tongue and the floodgates opened to the tears, and he pushed against her with his head, nuzzling his head into her hand.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean reached down and grabbed the other half of the blankets, slapping Mika’s ass as she stood from her squat. He placed his tongue between his teeth with a small laugh, “You can’t just go squatting like that all over the house…especially when it could be our last night on earth. You know the line.”

He laughed a little harder, brushing past her to get down the stairs first. However, he skidded to a stop just outside the door, and pulled himself back, reaching an arm out to hold Mika back with a small smirk. He had seen his brothers look for the past few days, that look of familiarity, attraction, maybe even a bit of love or something. Seeing him this close to Anna was something he couldn’t barge in on, as much as he normally would.

He turned to Mika, “Um…we should hang out here, for a few. I don’t mess with goodbyes.”

He gave Mika a look, knowing she would understand what he meant after all these years. He then took a seat on the bottom step of the basement, trying not to sit too close to the door and intrude.

Bobby Singer

Bobby had just reached his desk when Natalia perched in front of him. He had to admit, she was his favorite to have around. She was thoughtful, and as much as she probably wouldn’t want to hear him say it…kind. He picked up the lore book on demons he had been reading earlier in the day, and only glanced up when she asked him how he was doing.

“I um…I’m a bit tired, if I’m honest.”, he spoke clearly, flipping to a page in the book with a sigil that caught his attention. He brushed it off, to speak to her, “I just want you kids to be safe. There’s so many of you. I don’t have enough brains to be able to protect you all. So, I’ll do the best I can, but I ask that you all do the same. You all need to prepare yourself for the loss that is probably coming…”

Bobby stepped over to the door and opened it, letting Benjamin in with a huff. Great, another kid to protect, added to the pile. He stepped back over to his desk, picking up a book and holding it out to Natalia, pointing to a sigil that Cason had used to expel angels. He tapped his finger against it with a wide smile, not believing that he had true angel lore in his house all long.

Annabeth

As she thought over what was happening, and the memories that continued to flood her mind. Everything about him suddenly felt the most familiar thing she had been able to know in the past several months. It wasn’t new, but it was exciting. She didn’t remember what the man who had kidnapped her looked like, only his voice, and the feeling of wanting to go back to Sam, in that moment, even at sixteen.

She closed her eyes as his fingers ran through her hair, the soft touch sending a jolt of electricity down her spine, as she listened to his words and breathed deeply. She had to admit that his idea for a tracking device was a wonderful idea, if something like that existed.

“It’s like the universe doesn’t want us anywhere near each other…”, she said sadly, as he spoke Alastair’s name. It was sad to admit, but considering everything they had been through, just being around each other, it truly seemed like the universe had some screwed up plan to make sure they weren’t able to know each other, or knew they were dangerous, together.

Not able to contain the emotional reaction to the memories, and the situation anymore, she closed the tiny gap between their lips, reaching her hands up to tangle into his hair with a pleasant sigh. His touch was relaxing, but this…this was familiar. This was safety, in the midst of the end of the world.

The thought nearly broke her heart as she kissed him, continuing to remind herself that this would likely be the last time they were ever in the same room, together.

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Dean kept his hand over his eyes, still not wanting to hash all of this out, after last night. His mind hadn’t even come to terms with the fact that he left, that they ‘broke up’, and here Bobby was, making them hash this out. His bottom lip quivered as Mika spoke, every bone in his body wanting to go over to her, and to hug her. He wanted to tell her it was all okay. He wanted to take her back, and just ignore everything. But he couldn’t do it. They both needed space…right?

As she spoke about being the one in the wrong in this whole thing, and not wanting him to leave, he let a small sob escape, which he choked back as best he could, catching Bobby’s attention. Bobby sighed, standing from his chair and stepping over to Dean, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“Neither of you is shouldering this whole mess…”, Bobby muttered, gripping Dean’s shoulder and pulling his head against his side, “Mika, you reacted the way you reacted, and I don’t see him runnin’ do you? And you, son…I ain’t seen you like this since you were a kid…That’s enough.”

“I don’t know what to do…”, Dean croaked out, pulling his other hand up to join the hand over his face. He didn’t want either of them to see him losing his shit. But everything from the last couple of days, along with Mika blaming herself for all of it, was hitting him all at once, “I can’t…”

Dean stood, and started walking toward the kitchen, causing Bobby to step forward and grab his shoulder once again. Bobby knew exactly where Dean was going. He was going to run straight out the back door, and to God knows where.

“Dean…”, he started, “I don’t know if you noticed, but the only person who is beating you up, here, is you. Sit on the couch. I need to run out and grab some tools out of the van, and you can help me with that old Corvette out there. Alright.”

Reluctantly, Dean stopped when Bobby touched him, and he didn’t nod. His shoulders dropped, knowing Bobby wouldn’t let him just leave, and turned to sit at the far end of the couch from Mika, his face blank but his eyes were puffy from crying.

“I’m not saying make up. It ain’t none of my business if you do, other than where you go while your daddy wants you here…but mingle. I’ll be back.”, Bobby finished, not actually going anywhere but the garage, to leave them alone.

Dean was shaking, nearly vibrating as he sat there, staring at the floor.

“I can barely look at you, after last night…”, he whispered, his voice cracking, “I’ve never felt so horrible about anything in my life. I’ve never felt so disgusting, in my life. I shouldn’t have left you there…”

He broke the sentence, realizing he was going over the same points all over again, but didn’t know how to truly apologize for what he had done, since he only had a slight grasp on why it hurt her so bad. As he thought the whole situation over again, he leaned his elbow on the end of the couch, and covered his face again, his lip quivering.

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Dean sighed, taking in Mika’s words as badly as he didn’t want to listen. He rolled his eyes at her first few words, seeing them as just another reasoning for being aggressive over something he could have easily explained to her. However, when she spoke the next words, his face softened a bit, and his eyes hit the floor. He regretted bringing up the time that they had spent apart, or the lies that he had almost killed her over, in the past. It was something he had promised himself he wouldn’t relieve anymore.

At the question as to what they were, Bobby raised his hands, nodding his head as Dean also agreed with his small nod. No one in the room knew what they were, other than together…but not official. It was a confusing dynamic that sometimes complicated things.

“I said that I wouldn’t let you out of my sight, because I didn’t plan to. I didn’t plan for you to trust me so little, regardless of what we were…which is damn confusing, by the way. I didn’t plan for a psycho bitch with a grifter fetish to jump me, in the most aggressive way, and practically rape me in the middle of the bar…”, he explained, before holding his hands out in front of him, exasperated.

“And I didn’t expect you to not understand that I can’t let stuff like that go. She gave me a free room. I was afraid she would call the cops and with the money that place had, we could have been screwed! And instead of letting me explain what had happened, you exploded on me, and her, which I care less about.”, he finished. He looked up as Bobby sat forward to say something.

“Dean’s ability to say ‘no’ to offers of vice are limited. It’s something I’ve worried about, for him, for years…especially since he turned 18. I’m not speaking for the boy, but that’s something that needs to be discussed. You guys have no titles, no boundaries, no limits…but you both seem to want something out of the other…”, Bobby explained, sitting back in his chair and grabbing the scotch from his end table, “And I can tell you from experience, that relationship ain’t gonna work long term. You’ll always be possessive, because you’re scared to lose what little you have.”

He pointed at Mika with the bottle.

“And you’ll always be a whore, because you don’t know any other way to be. When that girl jumped you, you had a decision to make…and you didn’t, because you couldn’t, in your mind. Set…boundaries…”, he pointed to Dean with the bottle, and then took a long drink.

“I left the note because I didn’t plan to see you again…”, Dean muttered, leaning back in the chair and placing his hand over his eyes, “I didn’t ask to be here.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Dean nodded to Mika, glad to have the company as he went up the stairs slowly to go fetch blankets. He noticed the front door open, hearing Cason’s voice and feeling a familiar presence he couldn’t quite pin down.

He stepped over to the linen closet Bobby kept downstairs for himself, since he often passed out on the small bed in the window, and his room was nearby. He opened the closet and was relieved at the piles of blankets inside, “Bingo…”

He grabbed an armful and dropped them on the floor behind him, reaching in for another as he waited for Mika to help him cart them downstairs.

Bobby grumbled on his way up the stairs as well, “Damn house full of kids and not a single one understands the basic concept of closing doors. It’s not like we’re waiting for an apocalyptic attack or anything…and you better clean up your damn mess…”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Bobby as the older man went to close the door, before realizing it was open because Esme was outside with Cason. Bobby grumbled again, sitting down at his desk, clearly stressed.

Cason

Cason smiled a bit brighter at Esme’s sudden acceptance of the Hellhounds being near her. He had hoped that she would warm up to them quickly, but hearing her thank them, already was reassuring. He stepped back into the house, the dogs following him slowly. Violet sat patiently outside the door as Sarah followed him inside, just ahead of Esme.

“So, what’s the plan here?”, he asked, as the door shut behind Esme. However, a knock at the door caused him to raise his eyebrows, as he had just walked through. He turned, at the same time that Bobby stood and Sarah began growling. If Sarah was worried, why wasn’t Violet attacking?

Bobby opened the door, looking surprised as Benjamin stood in front of him. He had only briefly met him, before, and couldn’t for the life of him understand how the boy had slept so long in a car, but he stood aside and let him in.

“Shh…”, Cason hissed at Sarah as she continued to growl at Benjamin. She ceased her growling, and stood a bit closer to Esme. He turned to her, “With her in the house, I recommend staying near the center of the house…or maybe there’s a room that you can chill in. I don’t mind you fighting with us, but if you don’t have to, don’t. The game plan will likely involve all of us, at certain points around the house. Center for you…so I can find you, and she doesn’t break anything.”

He smirked and winked to her.

Annabeth

Annabeth sighed, staring at Sam’s lip as she brushed it with her finger. Her sigh was that of relief as he confirmed that he would let her go, if he was forced to. The thought of him making a decision to keep himself safe, if the demons managed to get to her caused her shoulders to drop a bit of their tension.

However, when he confirmed that they had met before, the flashbacks that she had pushed aside as daydreams came flooding her mind.

Them meeting beside the vending machines, and how badly he wanted to get away…
The running and laughing through the woods.
The moments in the cabin that were interrupted by Dean, who now made sense in his familiarity.
Then the moment that she was kidnapped.

“I was kidnapped…”, she whispered, her stomach flipping a bit as their noses touched, pulling forward that familiar calm that Sam’s skin gave her, “I don’t remember anything in between…but I remember you. I’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. If I go…I’ll do whatever I have to do to get back to you, like I should have done the last time we met.”
She glanced up at his eyes, taking a deep breath of overwhelm as she did so, “You’re the only person in this house that could talk me out of it, and I’m locked up with you…how appropriate.”

She smiled softly, soaking in the feelings from simply touching his nose, and barely able to contain the urge to relive those memories in the cabin while she had him so close. But she knew if she kissed him, she would never leave…and chances were, that wasn’t an option.

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Dean had just sat in the desk chair, as far away from Mikas he could get. At Bobby’s words, he rolled his eyes, leaning back with his hands on his lap. He had figured Bobby was planning something like this, when they were in the kitchen.

However, at Mika’s words, his ears perked up and he sat forward in the chair, rubbing his eyebrow roughly. Bobby noticed, and took a deep breath, “Oh boy…”

“Me?!”, Dean nearly erupted, losing his temper a bit. He leaned forward, pointing his finger at her, now sober enough to not only defend himself, but seemingly to attack. Bobby leaned forward as well, ready to moderate the argument, “Who the hell was it that said, no matter what we go through that she would always be there?! Who’s the one who said that she wouldn’t throw everything I’ve ever done in my face, if I agreed to do the same?!”

Bobby closed his eyes, knowing Dean was going to go for the jugular out the gate. It was what he was hoping for. Clear the room, and get it out, but he had to slow him down, “Dean…”

“AND WHO WAS THE ONE WHO MANIPULATED ME, TWISTED ME, AND…”, he took a deep breath as the tears started to form from pure rage and hurt, and dropped his hand, “And made me believe that I was crazy for MONTHS! You got to walk away from all of it. You could have come back to me…and you didn’t…”

Bobby sighed again, his eyes moving to Mika as Dean erupted, “Okay. That’s enough…”

“I’m not used to all this. I made one…ONE mistake, and you have the nerve to say that you wished you were dead?! Do you have any idea what that means, in my head?”, Dean asked, finally settling from his eruption, his eyes finally meeting her as he glared, and Bobby cleared his throat.

“I think what we’re failing to address here, is who you both have become, since the attack.”, Bobby explained, trying not to feed into Dean’s insecurity by commenting on the statement Mika had made that hurt him so bad.