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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped as the vampire above him seemingly exploded. He closed his eyes and mouth tightly, trying to avoid any blood from getting into them, before quickly scrambling to his feet. Wiping a hand down his face, he smeared the blood and looked even more like a maniac as he smiled with his teeth covered in his own blood that was funneling in from his cheek. He spat to the side, and grabbed the knife roughly from the back of the struggling female’s neck, swinging twice to hack her head off her shoulders.

As her body fell to the ground with a ‘thud’, he turned to see Mika being overtaken briefly by two vampires. His instinct kicked in and he started to run to her, before realizing she literally had everything under control. He gave an impressed look, almost just wanting to watch her work, as a larger male picked him up from behind and slammed him on the nearest table.

“Why the face?!”, he yelled out in defiance, as he felt the vampire’s teeth gently pierce the skin on the side of his neck, gearing up to rip the skin and bleed him out. Shifting his weight, he swung the knife over his shoulder and pierced through his eye, pulling the knife out with a splatter, “See? It’s not so fun when it’s you, is it?”

He turned and started hacking violently at the vampire’s neck, eventually taking his head off as he gasped for air, his nose now completely swollen shut. He turned toward Mika, running over to her as she fought the last of the two vampires, or at least the ones that were still there with them.

“This night didn’t turn out the way any of us planned…”, he quipped, a bloody mess in front of all of them.

“You live up to your name, boy…”, one of the vampires muttered, glancing between Dean and Mika and trying to think of a plan, now that the tables were even, “But now you’ve taken care of my family. It’s only fair I take care of yours. And she's got more blood on her hands than you...”

Dean growled as the man stepped forward, reaching out to grab Mika..

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued glaring at the man as he stayed close to Mika, not budging after Dean’s threat. He bowed his head a bit, closing his eyes, and sighed. He hadn’t planned to get into any fights tonight. The bar was supposed to be empty. On a good Tuesday night, this place was actually peaceful. When Mika spoke up and called him her boyfriend, his heart fluttered and his glare reappeared on his face, this time with a smirk, “What she said…”

And then the woman showed up, her voice jarring him from his thoughts a bit as he turned his eyes to her, raising his eyebrows. He then laughed, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you’re her type either. And what is this, a swingers convention?”

He said the words with not an ounce of laughter behind his eyes. The look he was giving them was a dangerous one. Even the bouncer had noticed, and was moving the older gentlemen into the dining room of the theatre next door, to keep them from getting hurt.
He noticed the way the woman was looking at Mika like she was food, giving a disgusted look at how tasteless both of them seemed to be, but also, they seemed a little too eager, compared to most bar patrons.

The man brought a hand forward and tried to pick up Mika’s hand, which caused Dean to lash out. He clapped a hand on the man’s wrist aggressively, peering at him angrily, his chin almost in his chest. The man looked down at Dean’s hand and smiled, taking it as permission to attack, and suddenly punched him in the face with more strength than a normal human.

Dean fell backward at the woman’s feet, bringing a hand up to wipe a bit of blood from his nose. He stood with a smirk, blood covering his teeth as his nose gushed and punched the man back, the man spearing him and slamming his back against the floor once again, now sitting on him.

Dean blocked one punch which his forearm, protecting his face, but then as he started to punch up at him, he noticed the man’s teeth snarling, “A vampire…”

He whispered the word and instantly knew they were screwed. This could be an entire nest, considering how many people were hanging around the bar. He struggled under the man’s weight, as the woman came down to him and smiled, ruffling his hair.

“Mika. Vampires!”, he called out to her as another hard blow was landed against his cheek bone. He groaned, kicking his feet up to try and arch his back against the guy, “They’re vampires…”

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Dean had polished his first beer off, staring at Mika’s face as she savored her own. He couldn’t help stare, just at how peaceful she looked, the neon reflecting off her skin and her hair. He kept his hand on her thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth as he got lost in simply staring, until a figure brushed past her and leaned over the bar.

He came out of his thoughts and focused his eyes on the guy’s face as he peered down at her chest. Dean’s eyes followed his field of vision, his hand gripping her thigh a little harder as he glared, simply wanting the guy to not try anything stupid. The man had been staring at him as if he wanted to fight, the entire time they were sitting, and now he was coming over to do this?

Dean met the guy’s eyes again, as he reached out and tapped Mika’s shoulder, Dean’s glare deepening a bit as the guy spoke. He leaned forward in front of Mika, even though she shrugged the man off, his paranoia and possessiveness taking over, “She’s with me, and I drink alone…”
He gave the man a sheepish smile, with a threat behind his eyes causing the man to smirk and chuckle, “It’s not like we can’t all share. There’s no harm in a little fun, is there?”

Dean couldn’t help his fists balling, as he didn’t move from his position, and shook his head, “No harm at all, but she said move along…So, move along.”

“C’mon princess. There’s no need to be rude, right? Have a drink. I’m sure your friend will be fine.”, the man quipped again, ignoring Dean completely at this point. Dean stood from his barstool, slamming a hand down on the bar in front of her.

“You have two choices here, bud. You can either turn around, and go back to your friends, and you get to go home tonight. Or you can stay, and we’ll figure the rest out from there…but I have a feeling you know what happens next.”, Dean threatened with his jaw clenched. As soon as he stood, the bartender pulled out a shotgun, and laid it on top of the bar, pulling the expensive bottles of alcohol from the bar top in case Dean started yet another of many fights.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Sam nodded at Dean confirming they were all okay, or at least physically okay anyway. At the question about what the hell that commotion was, he sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and looked at Dean, then to Esme, Mika, and then Cason.

"Alistair made her drink gallons of demon blood. Something happened down there, it was weird as hell Dean. There was singing, mysterious music playing, then when I left she said she killed them all. I don't know if she meant Alistair as well, but she killed every demon in the warehouse up the road where she was kept." he explained to his brother and to the rest of the room.

"I thought she was alright, but clearly not. So we had to put her in the vault to detox" he added, aiming the last sentence more at Cason to let him know that they didn't like what they did, but they had no other choice. He got the hidden message from Cason and couldn't help but wonder how he knew his secret. "We'll keep an eye on her the whole time Cason...but she's gotta remain cuffed in the vault for her own safety as well as all of ours," he said.

Dean stared at Sam as if he had ten heads. Everything his brother was saying was insane, "Demon blood? Drinking demon blood makes you turn into a singing, dancing, demon-slaughtering nightmare? That doesn't make any sense. Wait a second...does that mean you would be like that? She's like you, man.", he rattled off, his eyes wide as he tried to rationalize what was going on.

He hadn't had a good feeling about Anna in the beginning, but now, knowing who the girl was, he couldn't help but feel like they were torturing someone in the family. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as a loud scream came from downstairs followed by loud banging, as Anna tried to get free.

"She stays in there until she's better...or...", Dean broke off the sentence, not able to say 'dies' to his brother's face. But Cason dropped his head, placing a hand over his face.

Sam could visibly be seen to wince every time Annabeth shouted up at them to beg them to let her go, but he knew in his heart he couldn't do it and he trusted absolutely everyone in the room to not cave into her pleas. he didn't like the fact his brother was insinuating that if she didn't get better they'd have to kill her, giving him the look that said everything he was thinking.

"I don't think the demon blood was making the singing be a thing...I think it's something else," he said with a shrug, hoping it would be a one-off.

Dean also shrugged, actually glad that he didn’t have to worry about Anna singing, in her current state. The thought of her singing about killing people, especially considering the blood he saw dripping from her hair caused him to shudder. But had she actually killed Alastair? He pondered the idea, not truly believing it but feeling a mild pang of optimism in the back of his mind.

It was then that his eyes turned toward where Esme had been standing. He turned toward Mika, his eyes questioning since she was the only one that hadn’t spoken, in a while. At that same moment, he heard a faint footstep on the gravel out front.

“Esme?”, he asked, closing his eyes as he realized why she had left, again…

“Esme wait…”, he said softly, jogging out the front door and down the steps quickly. Closing the gap between them, he reached for her and grabbed her arm, turning her toward him, “Hey don’t go…You’re safe here. Alright? What’s going on in there will be over as soon as we all relax.”

His mind was racing as he searched her eyes, but his eyes narrowed as a soft melody began playing out of nowhere.

Cupid, sitting gently on Bobby’s roof smiled, leaning his face on his hands that rested on his knees. He had put Mika and Dean together himself, and the years had not been kind to their mental health together. When they broke things off, permanently all those years ago, Cupid felt as if he may have made a mistake…There was no harm in testing a theory, right?

The Song

“I know it’s late…”, Dean began to sing softly, his hand falling to pick up Esme’s, “I know you’re weary. I know your plans don’t include me…Still, here we are, both of us lonely, longing for shelter from all that we see. Why should we worry? No one will care, girl. Look at the stars…so far away…”

Dean peered up briefly at the sky, and then back into her eyes, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb running from her nose to her jaw, “We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight babe…why don’t you stay?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean approached barstool that his initials were still carved into from one of his crying fests, after Mika had ‘died’. He flinched when he saw the carving, but pulled the stool out and sat on it, his mood only shifting enough to cause him to put both elbows on the bar, his hands over his mouth. He zoned out for just a second, working through the bad memories for a brief second, before Mika’s voice pulled him out of this thoughts and he gave a relieved sigh.

He didn’t need to think about any of that. She was here. That stage of his life was hopefully completely behind him. He turned to her, and raised his eyebrows, “For this little bar? It’s packed. I’ve never seen more than two or three people in here at any given time…”

He turned on his stool, bringing his beer to his lips and peered around at the men and women in the bar. The few that were still looking at him, almost seemed like they wanted to pick a fight with them. He showed no submission, simply stared at them one by one.

“And apparently I’m not the most loved person in the bar, tonight…”, he muttered to Mika. Several of them turned away from him, talking amongst themselves. He turned to her as they turned away, and smiled, “But I’m here with you, and we’re on a date. You look too nice for me to end up in some petty bar fight. Dean Winchester is off duty…”

He gave a small chuckle, leaning in to peck her on the lips, a pleasant sigh leaving his throat as he placed his free hand on her thigh and gave a squeeze of possessiveness.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled sweetly at the lady at the counter of the movie theatre. He was still thinking over their conversation during their walk, enjoying that they were slightly more open with each other, like when they were teenagers. It felt new and fresh. It was nice. It almost felt as if they could put aside all of the fights and the crying, and not cycle through everything all over again.

He wrapped his arm around Mika as soon as they sat down, snuggling up to her and once again feeling like a teenager again. He even looked down at her hand in his, almost seeing his as much thinner and not as scarred. He smiled, and turned back to the screen as the movie started.

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Dean stretched as she did, cracking his neck as he stood up. He had almost forgotten how stiff he got when they were cuddling while sitting up, especially when he decided to wrap his arms around her. He reached his hand out and took hers, kissing her knuckles quickly and then began to drag her down the stairs of the movie theatre, “I’m more than ready for that. I didn’t think the movie was so bad! I mean…we’ve definitely watched worse, while you cried into a bowl of ice cream…”

He laughed and elbowed her a bit, “This is nice…”

As they stepped out of the theatre and through the connecting door way of the bar, Dean looked around the smokey establishment with a pleased look on his face. It was his familiar little dive bar, full of cigar smoke and drunken idiots…and women that he knew a bit too well from his brief time away from Mika back in the day.

Bobby would never let him stay at the house while she was hiding out there. To say that he was a nervous drinking mess before he was even old enough to drink, was an understatement. A waitress spotted him, instantly smiling brightly and running toward them, “Dean Winchester!”

As soon as she said his name, a dozen or more heads perked up, staring at them.

“Great…Oh hey Diana!”, he turned his frown into a wide smile that didn’t meet his eyes, allowing her to hug him briefly.

“What can I get for you guys?”, she asked, looking Mika up and down, her face unmoving as she took in who Dean was hanging out with, now.

“Um…I think we’re coming to you. I figured we would hang out at the bar for a bit, if that’s alright.”

“Sure! Your stool is still empty. Has been since the last time you strolled through here…what…a year ago?”, she asked, causing Dean to bob his head side to side as he calculated. She smiled brightly at him again, playfully slapping his chest with the towel in her hand and gestured for them to take a seat.

“Phew. Um…let’s go get a drink.”, he laughed to Mika, uncomfortable at the interaction, but thankful that Diana realized everything was strictly platonic, and Mika was obviously more than a friend.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched the chaos going on around him after his back slammed roughly into the wall, crumpling on the floor briefly. He rolled and backed himself to lean his back against the wall as he shook the shock off his head, and Esme came in, seemingly in slow motion. As her face came into clear view and she placed her hand on his arm, he turned his hand over, holding her arm in his palm as well.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. What the hell was that?!”, he asked, subtly checking her over for any injuries too. In his mind, he wasn’t sure if she had just started beating everyone up in a rage, or if Cason was the only target. He pushed himself into a position where he could stand, and as he stood, pulled Esme to him and close to his side.

As Sam came back up the stairs, Dean sighed, glancing down at Esme. He gave her arm a squeeze before letting it go at his side, collecting his emotions so he didn’t go down memory lane. He gently placed the hand on her lower back, showing his submission for her to step away if she wanted to and nodded to his brother, “I think we’re good. What the hell was that, Sam?”

His eyes then fell on Mika, and the facial expression on her face. He let his face fall, tilting his head to the side to push her out of the thoughts he knew she was running through. She didn’t know about he and Esme, but she was incredibly intuitive with his body language, which, when stressed, betrayed him at times.

Cason

Cason sighed in relief when Natalia was able to get Annabeth off of him. He had never seen her like this. He knew about the demon blood with Sam, but never in his life had he seen Anna even give a hint at wanting anything to do with it. It told him that Alastair had fed her a ton of blood, in order to make her a literal vampire.

He scrambled off the ground, turning to check on Esme, only to see her getting off the ground with Dean. He threw his hands up, letting them fall roughly against his legs with a ‘slap’, and narrowed his eyes.

“Good?! Good?! She almost ate me! Where the hell did you find her, like that? She’s covered in a river of demon blood, which means…”, he stopped his words, giving Sam a look to let him know that he knew about the demon blood but wouldn’t give the secret away, just yet.

“What’s the plan with this? You just leave her to rot in the basement?”, he asked, not even sure how to begin caring for someone addicted to demon blood, but he figured this was a good trial run for the giant across from him, when he inevitably lost control of everything.

Annabeth

Annabeth screamed when Natalia wrapped her arms around her, thrashing and attempting to headbutt the taller woman’s face. She kicked her feet, wiggling and throwing her body weight around. Her head was on fire, at every breath Cason took, the smell of his blood filling the room like a gas. She just needed a few drops…

“LET ME GO! GET OFF OF ME!”, she screamed, until Sam grabbed her legs and began running downstairs with Natalia. She kicked at his chest, pushing off his chest and against Natalia’s chest as they carried her, trying to knock them apart so she could get to Cason.

“Please let me go!”

When they sat her down, still holding her and handcuffed her to the steel table in the vault, she looked down at the handcuffs, trying to grab for Sam’s hands in desperation. Sobbing when he released her, and simply walked to the door and looked back at her, she pulled roughly on the handcuffs, placing a booted foot against the wall under the table to use as leverage.

“SAM! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE! SAM, PLEASE!”

Her screams rang out through the house as Sam and Natalia walked back upstairs, realizing she was alone, and more imprisoned here than she was with Alastair.

“GUYS PLEASE! SAM! I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE. SAAAAAAAAM!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shrugged his shoulders at her, in a way to say ‘I can never be too careful’, even though he knew that while they were together…she was the only one that needed to worry. His eyes were known to wander, as he had always seen everything in life as temporary. He didn’t know if that would ever change. He found himself being more reckless every day, especially when angry or stressed. It worried him any time they were together out and about, because it took her letting him know he was acting out for him to really realize it - with girls or with monsters.

He hugged her arm in his, as he resigned himself to stick to her like glue, especially when drinking. As he continued to enjoy the rainy air, he smiled, “I’ve tied you down…made you soft. But who would I be, without you? Hmm? A raging lunatic…That’s who…Hell, you’re the only constant in my life, as much as we butt heads.”

As they walked down the street, he kept his ears sharp, while waiting for her answer. It was a safe area, for the most part, but as a hunter, he couldn’t help himself. Call it PTSD. Call it paranoia. Call it protectiveness. Either way, nothing bad was going to happen, tonight. He had a good feeling.

The tiny one screen movie theatre, built into the side of a bar came into view in the distance as their feet crunched along the gravel side of the road. It was a welcome sight, with all its neon. He did narrow his eyes a bit at the sight of a row of motorcycles parked out front. The normal customers around here were either friends of Bobbys, drifters, or locals…not bikers.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s heart fluttered a bit, in his heightened emotion to hear the words slip out of her mouth. He pressed his elbow to his side, pinning her hand in his elbow as the walked downstairs. He let her go briefly as she went for the money and her jacket, grabbing his own leather jacket from the arm of the couch. He was careful not to wake Bobby as he did so.

Giving Bobby a sad look, at how hard he was sleeping, Dean reached over him, taking the throw he kept on the back of the couch. He carefully unfolded it, and laid it over him, tucking it around his neck, before patting him on the shoulder gently with a small smile.

He then turned back to Mika, quietly jogging to her and wrapping her arm in his again.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night. I will most definitely be drinking tonight…”, he quipped, opening the front door for her, and stepping out with a bit of happiness in his step, “And with you looking like that, I may need to bring out the pickup lines. You know…to make sure you come back home with me.”

He laughed, and then took a deep breath through his nose as the fresh air flooded in, smelling like rain.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that he had made her laugh so hard, but also glad to hear it. His heart fluttered at the sound of her giggles, and the smile on her face, his eyes softening completely as he simply took it in, and basked in how happy he seemed to make her in that moment.

He had craved her laughter for the weeks he was gone, especially during the nights after that first hunt, where he felt that none of it was worth it, anymore. The pain he felt was worse than almost anything he had ever experienced, with nothing and no one to distract him from any of it. He was bleeding out, while John frantically tried to patch him up. He half expected to die, and it tore him apart that he was going to die in some dingy motel room, far away from those eyes…

He shook himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to swim out of her eyes and back to reality for a second, “I’m ready when you are…”

Dean then leaned forward, feeling the intense need to just show her appreciation for her existence, in this moment. Closing his eyes, he kissed her lips, lingering for only a second and then pulled back, “I love you. You know that? I don’t want to talk about things tonight, but…I just needed to say that before we head out.”

He then pulled away from her, standing from the bed and turning to offer his arm. If he sat there too long, he would get emotional, and ruin the night. So, he chose to not…ruin the night, “Now. Enough of that…let’s go party.”