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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

1995

Dean furrowed his brow a bit at how much the bullying had affected her, to the point that she was missing class, simply from losing track of time. It worried him, and honestly made him want to be violent, if not just to keep her from hardening up, like Sam. He slowly lowered himself to the gravel, beside her, staying leaned forward a bit, to remove his jacket as she sighed.

The air on the roof was a bit colder than the crisp air on the ground. If he was cold, he knew she was probably cold. He wrapped his jacket loosely around her shoulders, before leaning his back against the wall, “Mika…”

He let her name roll of his tongue in the middle of a sigh, trying to find the words to make her feel better about the situation, one that he helped cause. He wasn’t the best at handling flirting or telling girls ‘no’ when they flirted with him. That’s how all the problems started.

Since he had lost interest in making out with the more popular girls in school, or hiding out behind the bleachers with them, it had become an obsession for most of them. Not that he wasn’t flattered, but it was honestly pathetic. But Mika. Mika was exciting. She had been exciting to him since the day he had met her, six or so months prior.

In fact, just his hand brushing the back of her neck as he pulled away from giving her his jacket caused a jolt to hit his heart, taking his breath for a second. He decided to speak up, to hopefully reassure, as best he could.

“I could take care of that.”, he said plainly, turning his face to hers briefly to smile, “But seriously, stand up to them. A lot of them are only doing this crap because you’re friends with me, and they’re boring. Hell, if I hadn’t gotten under their skin out the gate, here, they would probably be beating me up, too.”

He knew it was vague advice, and every part of him wanted to just tell her to kick their asses, or bust their skulls. But he knew that wasn’t Mika’s way, either. She was more gentle than he was, and it was part of what made his heart jump out of his chest, when she looked at him.
“But I’m here now. Your knight in shining armor…”, he finished with a laugh, glancing down at her lips briefly.

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Dean smirked as she toyed with the baby hairs on his neck, one of his favorite habits of hers, when shew as feeling loving. It caused goosebumps to run down his arms and neck, with a small shudder, “I’m not that special…”

As he uttered the words, she kissed him, and he couldn’t help kissing her back, his eyes fluttering closed and his heart beating fast in his neck against her arm. He could hear her words of encouragement echoing in the background of his mind, as his mind went to the past again with a sigh through his nose.

October 21, 1995 - William McKinley High School - Buffalo Ride, South Dakota

Dean opened the heavy door to the school roof. He had a feeling that she was here, after what had happened in the yard. True, he had diffused the situation, but he couldn’t help but feel to blame for the torment she had gone through, earlier in the morning.

It also wasn’t like her to skip class, which had him a little more than concerned that he had messed up, by not looking for her sooner. His feet hit the gravel, and he attempted to tiptoe, but found it no use as he stepped around the stairwell dome and found her parked against its side. With a sigh, and a sad look, he stepped up beside her and smirked.

“You know skipping school is my thing, right?”, he quipped. He nudged her leg gently with his boot, “You okay?”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smirked when she told him that she couldn’t hate him, but it made him wonder if she had thought about killing Madison as well. The thought of her being forced to do it, with how much the girl seemed to like her made him a little sad. At her offer to drive, he had to smile, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t much of a highway rider, but considering they were just going to be going a few blocks over, he would deal with it.

His attention was turned to Sam as he walked over and handed Esme the address Cas had given him, shooting his brother a look to tell him to ‘be careful’. He was uneasy with Sam being alone with Madison, even with Cas there. But Cas seemed to understand her power better than any of them, and Cas would never put Sam in unnecessary danger. He knew the price he would pay, if he did.

Sighing with worry, Dean turned back to Esme and gave her a nervous smile, “I definitely am ready for that drink.”

He pulled her with him as he started walking toward her car, taking her hand and linking his fingers with hers.

—

They had arrived at a dive bar in town, something that was impossible not to see as his style. As they sat at the end of the bar, he raised his hand, smiling that the female bartender seemed to remember his order, from his time spent at Bobby’s. This bar was where he went to get away from everyone, during their days and weeks of research, and he was almost nervous to bring Esme here, considering his relations with basically every female in the building.

He was thankful that the bartender didn’t seem in the mood to play games. She smirked as she took his drink order, and turned to Esme, “And what would you like, sweetheart?”

Dean smirked, wrapping his arm around the back of Esme’s barstool, “Why don’t we start her off with my usual. We’re relaxing.”

The bartender smirked, giving him a small wink as she nodded and turned to grab a bottle of top shelf whiskey and two glasses. She poured a triple in each glass, and slid them in front of Dean and Esme.

“So, about what happened in the park, earlier…”, he started, deciding to get the awkward out early in the alcohol, “Do you pick up where you left off, after nearly a decade with all the guys?”

He smirked as he joked bringing both his hands up to cradle his glass of whiskey.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean furrowed his eyebrows at hearing Esme speak about being exhausted. He then lifted his eyebrows, noting the prospect of a drink, which was exactly what he needed, at the moment. He continued to stroke her hair, until she pulled back from him, almost surprising him.

He scanned her eyes, his own growing a bit wide. He stammered for a second, his lips not forming words. He wasn’t used to caring about his own well being, especially since his trip to Hell a little over a year prior. He gave a nervous laugh, his head tilting to the side as he tried to find the words to brush her off.

“Um. I’m…Not too good, actually.”, he admitted, noticing how his hand was shaking in hers. They had lost so much. They had been through so much, in the past several months. He had almost lost Sam to the demon blood…to Ruby. And now, Lucifer was circling, trying to get a vessel and he was stuck with Michaels kid. Yeah. Things weren’t the best.

“I’m tired. I can’t even look at the kid, without wanting to take a machete to her throat and hope for the best. I don’t even know how to begin thinking about that…”, he started again, releasing her from the last of the hold he had and placing his free hand on her cheek, running a finger under her eye, “Let’s get a drink. Then I’ll make you hate me…”

He gave a small smirk, but made sure his eyes were honest in letting her know that he still fully planned to kill Madison if she hurt anyone.

Madison and Castiel

Madison glanced down at her chest, running her fingers over the small hole with no wound behind it and shrugged her shoulders, her eyes raising back up to scan Sam’s. She watched his facial expressions, noting the concern he was harboring, but the care.

“I’m fine, Sam. Just glad I didn’t hurt anyone.” , She reached a hand up, brushing some of his hair that had flown into his face behind his ear, which caused Castiel to clear his throat.

“Um. Madison we should go.”, Castiel muttered, stepping forward and placing a hand on her forearm. She furrowed her brow, dropping her hand from Sam’s face and turning to Castiel, who was giving her a disapproving look.
“Did I do something wrong?”, she asked him, recognizing that look from Dean. Castiel half shrugged, making a face that said ‘not necessarily’.

“No. You’re just learning…affection, and you don’t understand ‘boundaries’.”, he held his hands up in air quotes. Dean had taught him what personal space was, and which humans to imitate and which humans not to. This was something Madison didn’t understand, yet. And he didn’t want Sam to be led down a path of possible heartbreak.

“Um. I’m sorry?”, she whispered as a question. Castiel shook his head, never wanting her to apologize for not understanding. He stepped forward and picked up her hand. With his free hand, he handed Sam a piece of paper with an address.

“You can meet us here. I’ll fly her, for your safety.”, Castiel finished, and he and Madison disappeared with a flutter of wings.

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Dean sighed, a smile finally meeting his eyes as she spoke. He felt a wave of relief washing over him. His more immature side wanted to cringe at how sappy he was being, and how sappy she was being back. It was something they had avoided and made fun of other people for, when they were younger, and mostly saw each other as friends.

Only he never really saw her as a friend, all the way back on the first night they met. He was smitten. He was already possessive and found himself wondering what her hair smelled like when she slept, or what kind of music she listened to. They hadn’t introduced themselves, other than with looks, and he still couldn’t stop his mind from wondering what her hand felt like, or what sounds she made when she was happy or sad.

As he zoned out and thought about them when they were young, after her mentioning her old self, he went back into cringe sappy mode in his head, outwardly smirking and furrowing his brow.

The way his heart jumped into his throat when she introduced herself, and her name rolled off her tongue.
The way her hand felt so small in his own when they first shook hands.

He remembered her hair, and the way the moon seemed to hit it in a way that made her glitter, and his heart want to die. He couldn’t help kiss her that night. It was the only way to stop a heart attack. It was exciting and new. She was innocent, but strong.

And finally, his mind brushed over them in her room, sneaking around while her parents were asleep, feeling her heart racing in her neck when they kissed, hearing the television blaring downstairs.

Coming out of his memories, and back to reality, he smiled, his eyes a bit teary, “I believe that. And you’re still that girl. You should feel your heart, right now.”

He pulled her up his chest a bit to kiss her nose, “I’m not going anywhere. I wanted to…but that would be stupid. I would just…”
He pecked her lips, “End up.”, another peck, “Back here.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Smirking sadly, Dean swallowed, pursing his lips at her words. He was happy to hear it. But something inside him still believed that they shouldn’t have even been allowed to be near each other, much less convince each other of something as heavy as love. He glanced down at her lips, and then back into her eyes as he admitted his train of thought, “But you shouldn’t. Isn’t that what the problem is?”

He didn’t want to kill the mood, but he also wanted to make sure the at they weren’t pretending everything was perfect too soon. He brushed his thumb down the side of her face, smiling sadly once again. This time would be different. This time, he would keep to himself, shoulder what he needed to shoulder, and let go anything that he would normally explode over.

At least that’s what he told himself, in his mind.

“I never say the words…not because I don’t think it.”, he explained, “But because of what it means, to other people. I love you…more than any person in this world, save Sam. But that means the world ends, when you’re in trouble. When you cry, I feel like my heart is ripping out of my chest and being run over by a train, or something.”

He laughed sadly, peering into her eyes, “And while I want this…I know what this means, for you. It means if something happens to me, you’re alone. It means that every time I mess up, and forget that I’m not supposed to grift anymore, that I don’t have to, we’re going to end up tearing each other apart.”

He spoke honestly, which was rare. But he had to get some of this off his chest, before he exploded. His fleeing brain wanted him to kiss her, and just get back to business. But enough was enough. She needed to hear it from his mouth.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared at the ceiling as they laid there. He knew that they were going through this cycle, time and time again. It was part of who they were, together. Even when she was Kenzi, they still went through the same cycles. He sighed, and brought his hand up to pick up her fingers. He brought them up to his lips, and kissed them gently.

He didn’t honestly know that he was ready to be back in this scenario with her, but feeling her skin against his lips caused his rational brain to fall away, like usual.

“We always end up here…”, he finally muttered, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head before kissing her hair, his gentle way of telling her she was safe with him. He squeezed her hand, sighing. He didn’t want to live, waiting for their next cycle to begin. That would cause him to be more paranoid, and for her, it would be twice as bad.

“I do love you.”, he finally muttered, between thoughts. He blanked his mind out after the words slipped through his lips, hating the way the ‘L’ word sounded coming out of his mouth. He cringed externally, his eye twitching, and he shrugged under her head a bit to make her look at him, so he could judge her face.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean raised his eyebrows a bit at Mika, when she mentioned she felt like they knew Anna from somewhere. He had been having the same thoughts. It’s why he had stayed away from her. He was afraid she was…

“Hey, wasn’t that girl that Sam hooked up with back in Minnesota’s name Anna?”, he asked, thinking hard into the air, randomly. He then responded to Cason’s ‘last night on earth’ comment, raising his eyebrows as he came to sit back down beside her, leaning his own head against hers, before realizing she also gave him the line.

“Last night on earth, huh?”, he asked, leaning over enough to make her raise her head as he waggled his eyebrows at her. In his gut, he knew it was likely going to go south. There was no telling what Alastair was bringing with him, not including himself. Not to mention his history with Alastair would complicate things on his end, and make him a likely target. He didn’t let his face fall, wanting to keep her on task, and not letting his mind wander too far down a rabbit hole of scenarios. He knew there was no coming back from that, and he would be distracted.

Bobby Singer

Bobby smiled at Natalia’s offer to help, clapping her on the shoulder without much of a response. Although, the offer was tempting. Just having her on the phones would be better than being alone.

His smile grew a little brighter as she realized what he was showing her, “Right. One of those bad boys, and all our troubles are solved if the angels show up. I don’t want to mess with the panic room too much, while Sam and Anna are stuck in there, but if we make it through this…maybe we can find more of these.”

As he explained, he read the text directly to the side of the banishing spell, realizing it needed to be made in human blood.

“We might have to draw straws for that part…”, he muttered, pointing at the text and glancing over to Cason and Esme briefly, to make sure they were both still in the room. He didn’t really trust a demon in his house, but given the circumstances, he was almost relieved.

Annabeth

Annabeth sighed as Sam pulled away from the kiss, her eyes closed for a few seconds as she processed what had just happened. Her stomach dropped, when she thought about the fact that she was likely setting him up for an even harder fall, when she left. However, she matched his slight smile, leaning into his hand and letting her hands fall to his neck, as a stray tear betrayed her and fell onto his thumb.

“I hope so.”, she whispered, not believing him. She knew how this would go, in her gut. But Sam was so damned optimistic. It was hard to take that from him, with her own realism. She bit her lip and stifled a small giggle remembering the last time they were together, and how much smaller and innocent he seemed.

“I am too. It’s hard to believe that I used to be the tough one, dragging you away and nearly kidnapping you.”, she muttered with a smirk. She nuzzled his nose briefly, furrowing her brow a bit in sadness, “This feeling in my gut is incredibly familiar. Like we have cycled around…to be right back in this situation, and someone had hoped I wouldn’t remember any of it.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean brought a hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek, whipping away the tears that had run down. He gritted his teeth as they sat in his state, not wanting to move because it meant that he either had to leave or agree to try and move on. He took shook his head at her words, as his lips brushed against hers gently.

There was nothing that he wanted to control about her growth. That was always something that was the quickest way for him to run: control. But this was a start, toward the communication they needed. None of this had to be this serious.

Apparently, there was a part of his mind that wanted to be civil, and just show her how much he loved cared about her, regardless of the mess they had both made, “I just need to know what you want. And while you figure that out…we have to be realistic.”

He just wanted to tell her he was sorry, and kiss every inch of her face, until she took him back. But he also was aware that he had control, in this situation, in some ways. She would never let him convince her that all of this wasn’t her fault. So, he did what came natural, when they were fighting. He conceded. He sighed and closed his eyes, “Then don’t…”

As the words left his mouth, he crushed their lips together again, this time pulling her body closer to his possessively. He pulled away only briefly, glancing around the room to make sure Bobby was still outside before he turned back to her, his puffy eyes scanning hers.

“C’mon…”, he muttered quietly, standing to his feet and wrapping his arms around her to pick her up. He lifted her into his arms, bridal style and started toward the stairs, just wanting to take her into a neutral space, with their current situation. He took the first couple of steps, gaining a rhythm, before kissing down her jaw line as he walked. And the cycle of Mika and Dean goes on…

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean had noticed Esme’s flinch when he touched her, but was thankful that she relaxed a bit. He continued to scan her eyes, needing to focus on anything he could, except the chaos that was going on around them. He smirked and nodded when she told him that her emotions were hinging on Madison calming down, and pulled her head against his chest, stroking her hair as the wind began to calm.

He gave a small relieved sigh as Sam’s attempts began working on Madison, as he was truly afraid she was going to explode again, but this time there was plenty that she could hurt them with, around them. Not to mention, her sonic blast seemed to stop blood flow, something he never wanted to experience again.

When Madison rushed Sam and everything stopped as she hugged him, Dean’s shoulders dropped in relief and he let out an audible sigh, “Oh thank God…”

He looked down briefly at Esme as she placed her forehead on his chest, sighing again in relief that they were both okay, and that he was so close to her. He glanced back up at Sam, and nodded, confirming that both he and Esme were fine, just rattled, while he brushed his fingers through Esme’s hair, “I got you…”

Madison

Castiel also let out his own sigh of relief as Sam managed to divert an absolute emotional disaster for the boys and anyone who dared to get near, while she was self destructing. He still didn’t know the full spectrum of Madison’s power, only that the lore stated she would be more powerful than Michael or Lucifer. The thought of that kind of power was almost hard to conceive.

“This is good to note. She has made multiple bonds with humans, which makes it less likely for her to want to smite them…”, he muttered dryly, his attention suddenly coming to Dean as he stood there, “Dean, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Focus on them.”, Dean said simply, as he cradled Esme. Castiel pressed his lips together and nodded, half knowing he was telling the truth, and half knowing that Dean was good at covering up his problems.

Madison continued to listen to Sam’s heartbeat, learning more about him with every beat. Everything she knew, was something she learned from a human. As she concentrated, her heartbeat slowed to match his, almost as if her heart was learning from his.

She calmed enough to pull her face away, raising it to look at Sam as the light slowly faded from her eyes, pulling them back to normal. She let a slow sigh leave her lips as she attempted to match his breathing, as well.

“Are you okay?”, she asked, causing Castiel to roll his eyes. Even after being attacked, she was still concerned about hurting people. Maybe she was more human than he had given her credit for, something that would definitely anger Michael, if he ever showed up.