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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded reluctantly at the idea of having to make it through another door, before they could even attempt to walk up the stairs of the house. So many ways to make noise. When she stepped over to the next door, and poked her head through it, he couldn’t help but poke his head through as well. Holding both his shoulders, he leaned in above her head to check and see if the coast was clear.

When she gave him a signal that the coast was clear, he pulled his head back and released her, placing a hand on her lower back and slipping around her to tiptoe toward the stairs. Before he could touch the first step, Bobby’s voice shook him to his core.

“You wanna explain to me why I just got a call from Jessica Mosby, telling me that you left her with a mess at the bar? I had to call Rufus.”, Bobby grumbled from across the room. Dean froze, staring over at him as he continued, “I can see you, you idjit. Where are your clothes? And where’s my niece? Jess said you guys were pretty beat up and wasted…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stood, waiting for her to exit the van, his hand held out. He grabbed her hand and took off across the lot after shutting the door of the bus quietly. He glanced around the lot, first looking up toward the attic, where he normally would just climb up. But he knew that climbing a ladder, while trying to be quiet, and while drunk was a horrible idea.

“What can I say? I like drinking if I’m in a bar. You’re a bad influence!”, he quipped at her, finally taking in her comment about his drinking for the night. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as he had been when they came back. He wondered how many random bruises they both probably had, considering he fell…a lot.

“I think we can go through the basement. The stairs are right next to the stairs to the attic. If we walk quietly, maybe take our shoes off? We might can get by him before he notices. His hearing isn’t the greatest…I hope.”, he explained, lowering his body and pulling him with her as they approached the house.

Stepping up to the door of the basement, he stepped inside, pulling her in behind him and closing the door slowly, with a face. As it clicked closed, he paused, holding his hands out toward it to listen for Bobby’s footsteps. Hearing none, he turned back to her and giggled.

“Door one…success…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shook himself from most of him thoughts, and smiled brightly in the dark, grabbing his jeans from the dusty floor of the bus. He didn’t really bother to look for his other clothes, figuring that if he wanted to come get them, he could come back out in the daylight and find them. He was more concerned about dressing decent enough to not cause Bobby alarm.

Laughing at the thought of walking into the house naked, Dean pulled his jeans on and then slipped his feet into his boots, looking around the lot that was now flooded with water in places.

“He’s probably going to figure us out, either way.”, he muttered, scooting closer to her to open the door to the bus. The rain was still lightly falling across the wet gravel and splashed a bit off the door as it hung open, “Or at the very least, someone has already called him about the vampire bodies. So, I fully expect a lecture about cleaning up our messes.”

Dean scooted toward the door, putting his feet down on the gravel heavily, and turning back to her, realizing that he was still pretty drunk. His head was swimming, and the rain was only making it worse as it fell on his bare shoulders. He stood straight and stretched, flexing his chest with a tiny hiss, “I’m still drunk…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean watched carefully as she traced the scars with a gentler touch, and seemed to be mulling over some emotions as she went. Although he repressed a lot of what happened to her, he couldn't help but wonder if she still dealt with it, and just didn't speak about it, which he knew from experience was likely the source of a lot of her anger issues, and withdrawal.

He smirked as she pulled away from the kiss, chasing her lips a bit, and letting both his arms drop in defiance. He wanted to say ‘no’ to going inside, as he knew it would possibly end with Bobby being incredibly pissed if they weren’t careful. He weighed his options visually on his face, before finally settling, “Yeeeeah. I think we should probably try to go and um…get a bath. I just hope I am as sober as I currently feel.”

He laughed, his eyes still swimming a bit if he turned his head too quickly, and pushed her back as he sat up carefully. Sitting up, he groaned a bit at how sore he was and scratched the back of his neck, “I think a few of those hits were spot on.”

He held up a thumb, congratulating the vampires for managing to actually hurt him a bit, chuckling.

“C’mon. Let’s sneak in. It’s gonna be a cold and wet trek, though…”, he quipped at her, still noticing how wet her hair was, “Think he’ll notice?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed, running his eyes all the way from Mika, across the garage, and then with a start, stepped away from her completely, walking across the lot toward where he left Esme. He was almost afraid to confront her again, but Bobby made it clear that he wanted everyone out of the house, other than the Sam and Cason, for a bit.

His heart leapt into his throat as she appeared in his sight, his feet hesitating against the gravel. Seeing her sitting on the hood of her car, her head buried in her journal brought up a lot of memories, once again, and he wasn’t sure why all of this was coming forward, now. Maybe it was because they were finally in a safe place together, or the fact that they had all almost died, and emotions were heightened. Either way, he felt like they were just meeting, again, after all this time, and he couldn’t deny that he still had love for her. He tried to find the words to approach her with as he continued forward, and eventually just settled upon a simple, “Hey…”

“Um…Bobby wants some alone time with the books, and has asked us all to leave. You too.”, he started, before kicking a couple of rocks and placing his hands on his hips to keep from touching her, in hopes of calming himself down. His hand shivered at the effort, “I can come with you to get a hotel, if you need me, or you can…come…to the bar with us? Mika will have Nat to keep her away from you, and I’ll…I’ll be there too. But, what to you say?”

He felt horrible at how the song had gone, and wanted to apologize directly, but he had to keep check of his emotions, or he was afraid a song might strike again. Reaching his hand out, he placed it gently on her knee and breathed a sigh of relief almost instantly, closing his eyes, “I’ll buy you your first drink…”

Cason and Bobby

Bobby stepped back into the house, as soon as he had confirmed with them that he wanted them to leave. He sighed loudly as he approached Cason, who was perched back on the couch, his eye now completely healed, other than some bad scarring around it. Bobby kicked at his feet, as he walked by and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, “Wanna get this party started? Start somewhere with love spells, blood magic, or things to do with wrecking relationships…like an anti-cupid.”

Cason’s head popped up at the term, and he glanced over at Bobby with a smile on his face, “Do you have an angel classification book? Say…1850?”

Bobby poured two glasses of whiskey, and pointed at Cason, “I’m starting to like you, boy. Let me dig…”

Cason smiled as if his father had told him he did a good job with something, taking his glass of whiskey from Bobby’s outstretched arm, as Bobby stepped over toward Natalia, “I don’t know if you heard what I said, out there to your brother, but we have a case right here looming over our heads. I need some time to work with our resident angel expert, in there.”

He gestured toward Cason, who was kicking back his glass of whiskey and fiddling with things on Bobby’s desk carefully, drawing his hand back as a bit of steam hissed from his fingers at the random salt Bobby had spread across everything. Bobby rolled his eyes, “So, use my tab at Rusty’s and you all go out. Get some fresh air. Try to get along, and keep an eye on those three for me until I have an answer?”

He heard her phone buzz and simply nodded to her with a soft fatherly smile. He patted her arm and turned back to go help Cason, and hopefully keep him out of his desk.

Annabeth

Anna pulled her wrist happily from the handcuff, but didn’t complain at having the other locked to the table. It didn’t hurt, if she didn’t fight against it. She fumbled for his hand, not even massaging her cut up wrist. Instead, she chose to just hold him.

When he agreed to help her clean up the demon blood that still covered her body, she nodded and her eyes lit up with hope, leaning her forehead against the top of his hand, pulling it to sit on top of her knee as he texted Nat.

When Nat arrived in the vault, Anna’s face perked up, staring at the hall outside the vault briefly, and then up at Nat, “Thank you…”

As she muttered the words, Nat closed the door,, and Anna’s face came back to look at Sam, happy that he didn’t seem to have been harmed in all the chaos. He was clean, for the most part, and it was the first time she had gotten a good look at him, “Thank you for coming down here, Sam. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with all of this with me. It must be insane to see all of this blood…and…you must think I’m a monster.”

She dropped her eyes back down to their hands, squeezing his, as she wanted to remember what his skin felt like, if anything happened during her detox. She then looked down at her body.

“Not to sound weird, but…I’m probably going to have to get out of these clothes, and I’m locked up. So, I’m going to need help.”, she whispered nervously, not wanting to sound as if she was trying to just take advantage of him.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean hissed a bit as she ran her fingers over the tender skin, as it was still healing under all the scarring. As she leaned down and kissed the scar, he couldn’t help his eyes drifting closed. The memories of the attack fluttered into his mind, and then slipped away as she touched his face. He smiled and nodded, “That we have…”

Thinking about the times together that they had almost died, one way or another was painful to remember, in a way. But he was thankful they were both still fine. Yeah, he had almost died horrifically, and mostly because his dad gave up on him, and it sucked…but now he was with her.

He then thought back to the night of her attack, and how everyone acted around him, when they broke the news of her death. He had stumbled out the door, and dropped to his knees for the first time in his life, screaming at the sky in the rain to the point that his throat bled. No one followed him, but Sam, confused and hurt to see him so torn up. He didn’t even remember how long he stayed in that position, not wanting to be around anyone as he punished himself, and verbally punished the universe for taking the one good. The one constant in his life. It was the single worse feeling he could remember, and coming out of the vision, he stared up at her face, her hand still on his cheek.

“But I’m still here…”, he whispered, reaching up to grab her own face, pulling it down to his in a thankful and passionate kiss.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed at her accepting the challenge of sneaking back into the house without Bobby noticing what they had been up to, or what little blood was still soaked into their hair and clothes.

He ran one of his hands down from the side of her face, down her chest and over her side, covering her wound with his hand, “We’ll have to clean you up in a bit. A warm bath would probably do you some good, before we start to stink…”

He smiled warmly and was about to kiss her when she asked about his injuries. He honestly hadn’t thought about them. He was so focused on her, and the way her body moved, and how well she knew every sensitive area and right things to say, that he forgot he was nursing a broken nose and a pretty gnarly bruise across his cheek bone.

“I’ve had worse. Trust me.”, he glanced toward his chest, and smirked, moving to let her do the same thing she had allowed, when they had first met back up. He picked up her hand, and placed it on his chest, just over the scarring gash that had almost taken him from her, letting her feel it.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed just before he dropped her on her feet, and she made a comment about his ass, “Don’t objectify me”

Dean thought over the idea that the elderly couple could possibly be seeing themselves in Esme and himself, which caused him to make a different face, pondering the idea of being elderly. It wasn’t something he could fathom in his mind, considering how he felt about going out hunting, or doing anything other than lying in some bed, in some picket fence neighborhood. He shook his head but smiled warmly back at her as her hand touched his cheek, causing him to flinch a bit. He scanned between her eyes, and raised an eyebrow, “You like…soft me…”

He started the words, before she kissed him, causing him to take a deep breath through his nose and kiss her back, a smile forming at the word ‘adorable’ humming against his lips. He chased her kiss until she met his lips again, and he was tempted to turn right back around and step back into the room, but he refrained, allowing her to pull away.

As her stomach protested loudly, he glanced down, “Oh…organs are complaining. We gotta get going. It’s a little mom and pop down by Bobby’s roadway. I used to eat there every morning when I was a kid. They have a pretty quick and efficient drive through. So, Sammy will be happy…”
He rolled his eyes, and reached a hand up to run his palm down the side of her face, before giving it a small pat and a happy sigh, “Let’s get going. Sam said Cas has a room…for us…I mean me.”

Madison and Castiel

Castiel simply nodded at Sam, slightly annoyed that Dean didn’t come back with his brother. There wasn’t much of a reason for Dean to have any kind of relationship that was longer term than a night or two. Cas knew that taking a girl out for breakfast meant that she would likely be staying with them. On one hand, he was thankful, because Esme brought Madison calm. On the other hand, she would absolutely be a distraction to Dean.

“Well. Let’s hope this doesn’t set him back with his duties…”, Castiel muttered, looking down at the table where Madison had been moving random objects, and bending things to her will. It was important in teaching her to not lash out.

Madison pulled away from Sam carefully, looking up at him with excited eyes when he asked about showing him what she had learned. She scanned his eyes for a second, “Really?! Okay. Watch this…”

She stepped away from Sam and ran over to the table. She decided to show him the exercise that had scared her the most at first, holding up a large knife. Without warning, she plunged the knife into the back of her opposite hand, a yelp leaving her throat.

Castiel held a hand up to Sam, in case he felt the need to move forward, and shook his head, signaling for him to wait and watch. A soft wind blew around the room, as Madison’s eyes lit up Amber once again, and she huffed. Castiel then stepped forward, pulling the knife from her hand, which normally would have caused her to explode, but she didn’t. Instead, her hand healed quickly, and she held the hand out to Castiel, carefully picking the knife up from his palms, and then causing it to stab into the table loudly.

She turned to Sam and smiled, “It’s a start. I don’t know how it will work if I get attacked, or if you get attacked, but it’s something I’m working on.”

Her eyes were still glowing as she looked toward him, and she lowered her face back to the table, holding a hand out and moving the quarter a few inches, like earlier, “And I can move the money!”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows high onto his forehead and smiled, surprised by her abandoned hospital suggestion, “Oh! Yeah…probably some beds and tables left over, and super echo-y.”

“You’re definitely…DEFINITELY alive.”, Dean whispered against her lips as she kissed him, his smile causing dimples, “And tonight was perfect. We should do this more often, maybe minus the rust and the dust. Having crazy wild, loud sex after a hunt is something I can get behind…every time. I’m drunk, but you definitely sobered me up a bit…”

He kissed her once more and then furrowed his brow, remembering that Bobby was awake. He looked up from her, looking out the dingy window and across the lot at the window, next to Bobby’s desk. The light was still on, and he had to assume that Bobby was still sitting at his desk.

“It’s going to be hard to sneak back in…”, he muttered with a scoff, “Whether we’re dressed or not.”

He laughed at the thought, and pushed a piece of wet hair away from her face, taking in how different she looked, soaked to the bone by rain, and filthy. But in a way, it just made her more gorgeous to him. Disgusting leather seats be damned, this was the most comfortable he had been in months. He flexed his chest a bit, judging whether he was getting sore, now that the alcohol had worn off just a bit.

“How is your side?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, his head not swimming quite as badly as when they had first arrived home. It could have possibly been the heavy and extremely cold rain that had sobered him up a bit, but he could actually see pretty straight and he too looked around the bus, realizing that they picked one of the more dilapidated vehicles in the lot to hide out in.

He smirked at her words, “I think this may be one of my favorites…”

As he muttered the words, he chuckled, adjusting himself a bit as he had somehow ended up on his back at some point. There was rarely a moment like this that wasn’t explosive for them, as intensely as they both felt every single emotion in their heads, but he had to admit, alcohol just made things that much better.

He chuckled again as she commented on the state of the place, “What? Why would we pick anything cleaner? I’m thinking next time…haunted house? Hmm…truck stop bathroom?”

He let out a toothy laugh, running his hand up the small of her back, over her scars gently, and ran it through her hair. Rubbing his chin against her forehead, he moved her head to look up at him, and placed a soft kiss against her nose, “Thanks for taking me out…a hunt and wet sex? What more could I have asked for?”