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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean grabbed the other towel, next to hers and wrapped it around his waist after helping her out of the shower. He turned and watched her step out of the bathroom, half fearing she would slip and fall. When she didn’t and reiterated how much they needed and deserved the date night, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, “We do. God knows I need to get you out of the house…for both our sakes.”

He carefully walked out of the bathroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to grab his cleaner pair of boots. He placed them neatly on the floor in front of him. His eyes carefully raised to stare at her bare back, as she started to get dressed, smirking before grabbing his underwear. After pulling them on, he clumsily wiggled into his slightly tighter pair of jeans, remembering why he didn’t wear them on hunts very often, unless he was specifically trying to get information out of a woman.

He chuckled at the thought, buttoning his jeans and buckling his belt before turning to his shirt, sneaking glances at her back. As he slipped his arms into his overshirt, Mika turned to him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Um…if I didn’t know better, I would say you’re trying to impress someone tonight…”, he muttered with a smirk, rolling his sleeves to rest around his elbows. He leaned his head back, just watching her, as he pulled his socks on, and shoved his feet in his boots.

“The gun is for protection, not…protection.”, he chuckled, fighting the urge to reach out for her while she stepped around to put on her boots. He sat on the end of the bed and wrapped his boot laces around both ankles, before lowering his pants over them and standing back up, holding his arms out, “How do I look?”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed, shaking his head, “I honestly have never been sober with you. Maybe that’s how you talk me into crap…a little pool, a little alcohol, and I let you manhandle me…”

He watched her as she searched for her gun. It had fallen out of her pants when he pulled them from her legs, and he had kicked it under the bed. The thought of her holding him at gunpoint caused him to raise an eyebrow and cock his head to the side, as if to say ‘that’s kinda hot', “Maybe we can try that next time, eh? I mean…make sure it’s not loaded, of course. But gun stuff is a trail untraveled for me.”

He placed his tongue between his teeth and gave a charming smile, his eyebrows high until he heard Sam’s voice, and his head snapped to his brother, finally remembering he was in the room. It was something that happened when he was with Esme. Sam was right, in what he had said earlier. She could be a distraction, easily.

He stepped up to Sam and patted him on the chest, “You be careful getting back to the safe house. I think we may grab drive-thru…and I hope you saved me a decent room if we’re gonna be there a while.”

He stepped away from Sam, and over to Esme, picking her up and spinning her. His mood had shifted in the past twenty-four hours into something that he didn’t even recognize. Part of it was the alcohol that drove them the night before, but also the fact that he missed her, a little more than he would admit. He lowered her to the ground, touching foreheads with her, and smiled brightly, “What drive-thru shall we hit, while I nurse this hangover?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean chased her kiss when she pulled back, his eyes still closed as he sighed. But he opened his eyes when she said that Bobby was paying for the date, raising his eyebrows, “Really…”

He pursed his lips, looking off to the side. Bobby must have really wanted them to get out of the house for a while, if he was willing to let go of cash for them. Either that or he knew that Mika really needed some fresh air. Either way, it was really cool of him.

Dean frowned at her mentioning of getting out of the shower before she stayed. But he nodded, and smiled softly, loving the calmness of her fingers wrapped up in his hair, especially after his moment of panic before she showed up. It felt safe and calm, and he couldn’t help craving it a bit.

His chest flinched, his eyes almost fluttering closed as she ran her hand down his chest. He glanced down at her hand and took a deep breath through his nose, seeing how she lingered over the newer ones, “Let’s get dressed.”

He kissed her back briefly, reaching back and turning the water off, to force himself to leave the shower. He was honestly just excited to not kill anything for a change and just be with her. He pulled away from her, and stepped out, before reaching his hand out to her.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“I love you too. Don’t get into any trouble, alright?”, Bobby muttered, standing from his chair as she left him. He carefully made his way to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking what seemed like the first nap in years. Within minutes, he was snoring.

Dean had his head pressed against his chest, letting the water run down the back of his head and onto his slightly scarred back. He was wrapped up in his thoughts when Mika stepped into the shower behind him, gasping lightly at her touch. His face then twisted into a small smile, his muscles flexing a bit from the tickle of her fingers against his stomach.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people…”, he muttered, pulling his chin from his chest and letting the water hit his face for a second before turning around in her arms, his hands coming to cradle her face as he looked down at her, “I mean, I never said we were saving water.”

He laughed and kissed her gently, letting his lips linger on hers for a few moments. This was going to be a good night. Other than his worry about John, there wasn’t much to stress over. He was healed up enough from the werewolf attack, that happened to him on night one back with his dad, to handle going out with her, without hovering. It was his biggest worry coming back. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t feel she was able to take care of herself.

But part of him still wanted to hover. It was the first time he had ever lost a fight, other than when she was with him, and even then, the hunt was successful. He and John had to run away, because John thought Dean was going to die from blood loss, and two kids died…

He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he kissed her, and enjoyed the hot water on his back.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean had a small pang of guilt hit his stomach as he thought about her trying to protect everyone, after he stupidly ran at the demons with nothing other than a knife. He should have known better. He got himself killed, because she was another weakness, just as much as Sam.

He gave a small smile to her being happy he was back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know, but it was good to hear her say it. He was, however, curious about where the hell his brother was. He hadn’t heard a peep from Sam since he came to. He shook the thought from his head, as Mika kissed him, closing his eyes and bringing a hand to wrest on her cheek, gently.

As she pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing deeply through his nose as he stared into her eyes, “You better be. I don’t want to have to kick your ass. And you still owe me for skipping out on our last night on earth…”

He laughed, kissing her again briefly as a knock at the door caused him to flinch, and gasp. He pulled back from her, “You stay here…”

Dean pulled away from her, quickly running to Bobby’s desk and grabbing the handgun Bobby kept there for safety. He knew that if it was a demon it would do no good, but he could at least slow them down. He stepped up to the door, carefully placing his hand on the doorknob, the gun pressed against the glass at chest level, and whipped it open.

What he saw on the other side of the door made his eyes go wide, taking a step back, and lowering the gun.

“Sam?!”, he asked, his eyebrows almost in his hairline as he stared at his brother, and Anna covered in blood.

Cason

Cason yelped and let out a groan at the impact of Esme’s forehead against his, falling over onto the couch as he assessed whether he was in for more healing time. He kept his arm wrapped around her waist until she pushed him back.

He shook his head, trying to get a sense of how hard she hit him, and then worried about her, more. He leaned forward, staring at her face, as she leaned back, “I’m fine. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Cason didn’t even expect an answer. He just wanted to ask, since he was the one that scared her, which was never his intention. He made a mental note to stop scaring her. It wasn’t romantic, and half the time it ended in one of them bleeding.

As she turned her gaze back to him, and asked about the situation earlier in the night, he simply nodded, gesturing to his almost regenerated eye. It was black, at the moment, but was doing its best to heal, along with the skin and hair of his eyebrow. He shook his head, reaching out to gently touch her hand that rested on her temple, working a tiny bit of his magic again, to hopefully help with the pain.

“I um…Sarah, actually. Sarah reacted, and realized she had to help one of us. Seeing as you were going to blow either way, she chose to save me.”, he explained, his face intently staring at her, showing the level of care he was being forced into. He then glanced over to Sarah, who was fast asleep at his feet, “She’s a good girl.”

At the sound of a knock at the door, Cason sat up a little straighter, still concentrating on Esme’s head while he watched Dean. His eyes turned black at the smell of demon blood, however, and he held his free hand out, “Dean stop! It’s a…”

His eyes turned to saucers as the door opened.

Annabeth

Annabeth flinched at Sam’s touch, nodding at his question of ‘all?’. As far as she knew, the angels had killed Alastair as soon as they took him. Why wouldn’t they? She could barely stand as he helped her up, her legs quivering under her weight from the amount of demon blood her body was craving. What little demon blood was running through Sam’s veins assaulted her nose the second she came close to his chest, taking a deep breath as her eyes flickered between blue and white.

She held onto him for dear life, though. She was so thankful to be safe with him, and she knew she was. She didn’t have to run ever again, unless she chose to. When he sat her down in the back seat, her hands came up, begging him not to leave her, even though she knew he had to in order to drive them.

“I’m dying…”, she whispered out of fear, as his heartbeat rang through her mind. Covering her ears, as if she could keep the sound out, she laid down in the back seat and curled into a ball, holding her shins tight to her stomach.

It didn’t seem long before they had rolled to a stop, Anna smelling Cason the second Sam opened his car door. She lay still, not knowing if she could walk on her own, and waited for Sam to come and help her.

As soon as she had stability to do so, she scooted out of the car, keeping her head down and her face buried in Sam’s side as he walked to the front door of the house and knocked. She heard Dean’s voice, but didn’t raise her head, until Cason’s scent hit her nose.

“Dean close the door. DEAN CLOSE THE DOOR!”, Cason suddenly screamed into what seemed like an echo chamber around her. She didn’t even realize she was growling against Sam’s side, her fingernails digging into Sam’s arm. Cason stood from Esme, and stepped back, falling onto the ground with a thud, scrambling to get away from her. Dean seemed confused, until she lunged, shoving Dean harshly against the wall and pounced on Cason, her eyes white and her teeth snarling, dipping down toward his neck…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean climbed the stairs quickly, and hopped onto the top step, like a child. He stepped into the room, finding his bag sitting near the end of the bed. He didn’t have many nice clothes, but he had some nice fitting jeans. Unzipping his bag, he pulled the jeans and a white t-shirt, as well as a hunter green button-down. He tossed them on the bed and turned to the bathroom. He kicked his untied boots off his feet and reached into the shower, turning it on before turning to the mirror over the sink with a sigh.

“Keep it together. This trip wasn’t about the k-…about that.”, he explained to himself in the mirror, before ducking his head a bit as he ran his hand over his chest with his eyes squeezed shut. He huffed, and shoved his pants down his legs before turning and stepping into the shower.

As he washed the grease from himself, his mind began playing tricks on him, almost immediately. He saw it coming, the second the kids he couldn’t save started flashing in his mind every time he closed his eyes. He scrubbed quickly, hurrying to get out of the shower, and hopefully calm himself down as his heart began to race. It was then that the water at his feet started to look like blood, slowly turning a deeper shade of red.

“No no no…no…NO! Stop it…”, he groaned, closing his eyes tightly, his fist clenched at his side, “C’mon Dean. You can’t save everyone, remember? C’mon…”

Bobby looked up from the book he was staring at, wiping his eyes roughly from lack of sleep and eye strain. He smiled at his niece, watching her stand in the door way, offering to go out, “I think it sounds great for you to get away for a bit. You can both be out of my hair, and I can get some work done.”

He yawned loudly, “Or, while it’s quiet, I can take a nap…in peace.”

He smirked at Mika, finishing off his beer and placing the bottle back on his desk as he leaned back in his chair.

“Go. Get out of here. Take some money out of the lock box. My treat.”, he finished, waving his hand at her to go. He wanted her to have some fun, be normal for a bit. She needed it, and judging by the state of Dean’s zoning out and rage fits, Dean could use it too. He had no sooner leaned his head back, until he was dozing off, jarring himself out of his nap.

He leaned forward, slapping his book shut and stood from the desk. He made his way across the room, patting Mika on the chest as he walked by her and into the kitchen for a nap time beer.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked at the idea of watching a movie that reminded them of being kids. They were a lot more subdued back then, laying around watching chick flicks, dodging her parents, and just being peaceful and happy. There were plenty of good memories of them just having a simple existence, before she found out about what he did. Before the world made them both harder.

“I would love to freshen up with you…”, he muttered, nearly silent taking another bite of his burger. As he chewed, he muttered again, “And I was taking the gun either way. So…”

He could see that she was excited to go out with him, figuring that the worst case scenario would be lead to him getting drunk, and being forced to be both drunk and in control around the billiards tables at the bar. The movie would just be relaxing, and surprisingly vanilla. He felt like he would be out of place in a movie theatre, and pedestrians.

But the thought made him smile as he wiped his hands, finishing his burger. He glanced over at her and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with a smirk, “Do I need to wear something sexy? This is a date. Sexy clothes ends to sexy times at the end of the day…”

He laughed, and stood from the chair, leaning over the table to give her a kiss on the forehead. As he stepped away from the table, he called to her over his shoulder, “I’ll be in the shower.”

He was excited to take her out on their first date in a very long time, and seeing her face light up about it made him smile. He honestly just wanted to take his mind off of how much of a crumbling mess the other parts of his life seemed, at times.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam telling him he was fine, “Well with you, of course it means you’re mad. C’mon Sammy…”

After he gathered Esme’s clothes and rejoined Sam, he heard his question, and shrugged his shoulders, “She seems good, honestly. She just seems like she might stay. I don’t know if you think that’s a good thing, or a bad thing, right now.”

Dean watched her, as she came into the room, just standing back with his arms folded as she searched for her socks. He smirked, knowing they were near the foot of the bed, where she had peeled them off in the middle of the night. He did his best to cover the proud smirk on his face, as he was still hung up on the drunken fun that he could remember…

Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and ran a hand across her shoulder blades, stepping around the room to try and find his shirt. He found his jacket lying behind the chair nearest to the door, and snatched it off the floor, tossing it at Sam playfully.

“Where are my shirts?”, he asked himself out loud, scanning the room. Suddenly, his mind began flashing small images of the night before.

The car pulling up.
Dean waiting in the lobby while Esme did the checking in.
Trying to rob the vending machine.
Kissing Esme, ending up at some point with her holding him against the hood of her car.
His jacket, and both shirts ending up on the hood at some point, until he got cold trying to open the door, and put his jacket over his bare shoulders.
The underwear bet loss…where he lost a game of pool, after having a few drinks, and what did she bet him? If he lost, he had to do a little dance for her…in her panties.

He whipped around at the memories, and squinted at Esme, “I think we um…need to talk about your aggression.”

He spoke the words and his eyebrows raised as he opened the door, and stepped out, snatching his shirts off the hood of her car that was just outside. He came back inside, holding the shirts up in one hand, “On the car? Really? And panties?!”

He barely paid attention to Sam in the room, as he questioned her, and then chuckled, straightening out his t-shirt. He pulled the shirt over his head, slipping his arms into it. He gave her another look, and shook his head, laughing as he picked up his flannel and started shoving his arms through it.

“Next time…I’m staying sober…”, he muttered, pointing at her with his knife as he pulled it from under the pillow. He laid the knife on the table, and shoved his feet into his boots.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean took another massive bite of his burger after asking his question, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he savored the greasy goodness of his favorite food. Bobby definitely knew how to speak to his stomach when he was upset. Dean wasn’t a stress eater. He was a stress every-activity-er. When Mika answered his question, he tilted his head to the side, still chewing.

He then swallowed before taking a drink of his beer with a smirking nod, “Meh. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all actually. Find us something…chick flick-y to watch.”

He heard the words come out of his mouth before he could stop himself, but then he remembered that Mika loved certain chick flicks. So, his suggestion would probably be welcomed. But did she still like them? He pondered the question in his mind, his eyes nearly on the ceiling, and then took another bite of his burger.

“The movie theatre is dark, though. So, I’m bringing a gun.”, he mumbled with his mouth full, his eyebrows raised and his face completely serious, despite how ridiculous the request was, “And I gotta get dressed. You left me half naked…and now I’m disgusting. How dare you?”

He chuckled, glancing down at the same scratch on his chest, now lightly covered in grease. They had both been so smitten with each other, since he had returned to the house that Mika thankfully hadn’t asked about the scratches, specifically the deeper of them. Truthfully, it was a lot better than when it first happened, and his chest was covered in scratches from the hunt he and his dad had failed at.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s face softened even more when Mika told him not to apologize. She always did that. She always put her feelings last, even when he knew that he was in the wrong. Or maybe he did.

His shoulders flexed under her hand as she rubbed his back, closing his eyes briefly, before nodding. He knew Bobby was probably still in his feelings about what had happened earlier, but he honestly hoped he didn’t want to talk about John. At that moment, thinking of John being out on his own with a bunch of strangers, instead of trusting his oldest son was insulting…

He sighed and almost leaned into kiss her, before noticing how clean she was, and how disgusting he was in comparison. He stepped into the kitchen behind her, not saying a word as he walked over to the stainless steel sink and washed his hands, using the black stained towel over the back of the faucet to wipe as much of the grease as he could off his face.

Bobby simply looked at them across the room, and decided against saying anything to Dean, in case he was still angry with him. At this point, he likely was. He took a bite of his food, and continued taking notes for the spell John had called for earlier in the day.

Dean opened his plate and smiled, seeing a burger and fries in the box, “Oh yeah. Hello beautiful…”

He smiled widely, as his grumbling stomach called out for the burger, pulling it up to his mouth and taking a huge bite. He turned his eyes to look at Mika, giving her a sweet smirk from behind his full cheeks as he chewed. He felt bad about the garage, and throwing a fit. He was just incredibly angry, and there were only so many ways to take out that anger without hurting anyone, for him. And there was no one in this house he would dare lay a hand on.

As he swallowed his first bite, he raised his eyebrows and looked over at her, “I know I’m on vacation, but what do you wanna do with the rest of the night. I’m grounded. Dad said so apparently…”