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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed, ending the sigh with a low growl at how frustrating this hunt had become. He would honestly rather have fought a werewolf than a roaming gang of skinwalkers. They could be anything. He listened to Travers explain his wife’s actions, and the fact that she seemed to be involved in some sort of secretive group. He sent a frustrated glance over to Mika as she spoke about the gang out loud.

“Great. That’s wonderful.”, Dean scoffed, shifting from one foot to the other, “So, the cops are in on this. Any weirdo in this town can be part of this…”

He brought a hand up to massage his eyebrows, just as Mika turned to him once again. He opened his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation but kept his voice almost a whisper, “What do you want to do?! You want to fight a potential army of animals with just the two of us? I don’t know about you, but I don’t like those odds. This wasn’t supposed to be an ‘abandon all hope’ kind of hunt…”

He sighed, as Travers spoke up in desperation, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight before turning back to him, “I can’t promise you anything. I don’t normally help monsters…and she’s acting like a monster. But I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let her live. I won’t touch a hair on her head unless I’m forced to, but you’re going to give me the name of every single person you even suspect might be a part of this.”

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Dean sighed, relieved as Travers finally broke at the idea of having his kneecap blown off. He kept his gun pressed against Travers leg, making sure that he explained completely, before he backed off. Being called a bulldog, Dean smirked dangerously, until Travers spoke about his wife.

He removed the gun from Travers leg and stepped back, keeping the barrel pointed at him as he watched his face, his eyes narrowed, letting Mika ask the questions. Dean faltered, sighing and closing his eyes as he pressed the hammer forward on his pistol and shoved it in his waistband.

“I would do everything I had to do. But your wife is killing people, man.”, Dean sighed, stepping closer to Mika, “What do you think is wrong with her? You said she’s not normally like this. People don’t just snap and kill strangers.”

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she had any clue what was going on, and then back to Travers, “What changes have you noticed?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Dean turned to Natalia as Annabeth walked away from him, his pride hurt a bit. He gave her a scowl, and held his coffee up, “You’re a smartass, you know that? I’m gonna make you like me, one day. It’s only fair. I’m your big brother, after all. I’m supposed to take care of you, not…this. But, we are a lot of like, so it’s only right that you’re as big of an asshole as I am.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of coffee as he watched Anna walk away. He mocked Sam as he chimed in over the conversation with Anna but nodded his head, taking another long drink of coffee when he asked about Mika, “I think everything’s good. Honestly. My face is complaining, but she doesn’t seem to be. Stop laughing, Bitch.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself up onto the blank counter top to hover over his coffee as he watched his little family buzz around the kitchen.

Bobby had just pulled himself out of bed when Mika showed up at his bedroom door. He heard her familiar knock, and opened the door carefully, “Good morning, darlin.”

He took the coffee from her hand without being prompted, closing his bedroom door behind him as he stepped out into the living room. Snaking an arm around Mika’s shoulders, he hugged her to him briefly, before stepping over to his normal place at his desk, “How are you feeling this morning? They all sound mighty happy, considering what they went to bed to…”

Cason

“Okay. It couldn’t possibly be because…”, Cason started as he watched Esme’s body language. He stopped his words, as to not cause her to punch him again. He stood from the chair and stretched, his wounds from the night before mostly healed.

Sarah stepped up between them, seemingly happy that they were together and getting along. Cason couldn’t help but reach a hand down to pat her head, as he agreed that things were decent, and Esme seemed not completely against being near him, and wasn’t even mad about the kiss. It was a win for him, for the day.

He held his arm out, offering it to Esme, as he stepped toward the door, “Let’s go see what state your merry band of dicks is in, this morning?”

Cason moved his arm a bit, asking for her to grab it, while Sarah nudged between them both lovingly.

Annabeth

Annabeth giggled at Sam’s teasing of Dean. The whole room seemed totally different from the day before, and she was relieved. She was also relieved that no one had brought up the fact that she had just shown up back at the house drenched in blood. It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with anyone but Sam, at the moment.

She leaned forward, as Sam teased Dean, and ran her fingers through the back of Sam’s hair lovingly, pulling him back to lean his back against the counter between her legs. Even sitting on the counter, he was too tall for her to place her head on his shoulder. So, keeping her hand in his hair, she leaned to look around him as she smiled.

“Dean…if it will wipe the pathetic off your face, you’re my favorite.”, she teased, winking at Dean, who raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes up to Sam’s.

“I’m…her favorite. Wow. I’m flattered. Sam, I’m so sorry…”, he joked back, raising his hand before taking a drink of coffee. He lowered the mug and nodded, “Thanks Anna. That means a lot.”

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Dean snarled at Travers, tightening his hand around his gun as his other hand came across his face with a heavy punch, “I will be the last face you see, if you don’t talk…”

As he leaned back, shaking his hand, Mika took over long enough to warn Travers that this wasn’t going to go his way if he kept his mouth shut. He paced in front of him, before hearing him speak about hunters, which caused Dean to smirk, waving his gun at him, “There it is. So, you’re not stupid. I’m not just a hunter…”

Dean suddenly lunged forward, placing both his hands against the arms of the chair, over Travers’ arms, “I’m the most dangerous man you’ve ever seen, and I’m losing my patience. She’s the nice one, here.”

He shoved himself away, tilting the barrel of his hand gun down to rest against Travers’ knee, “Now. What do you know? Anything. This situation only goes two ways, and I’m itching with impatience.”

Dean’s face was deadly serious as he pressed the barrel harder against Travers’ thigh, his finger hovering over the trigger.

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Dean flinched as Travers began panicking. He stepped forward aggressively, pulled his gun forward, tapping it gently against Travers’ cheek as he brought his other hand up to press a finger to his lips, “Stop. Screaming. Just calm down, before I gag you. We’re not FBI, and if you lie to us, you’ll find out why we’re a hell of a lot worse than those guys.”

“We didn’t tie you up here for no reason. You’re not the victim here. So talk. We know…what you know.”, Dean nearly growled at him, removing his gun barrel from his face to stand in front of him, his gaze intimidating as he stood up straight, “How did you know about the bear?”

Dean slowly loosened his tie from his neck, slipping it free from his collar, before unbuttoning a few of the top buttons of his shirt. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, tossing it onto the table, as he stood in front of Mika, staring down at their captive.

Dean watched Travers face, glancing over at Mika with a look that said ‘he’s not going to break easily’, before bowing to look Travers in the eyes with his blazing green eyes. He scanned the man’s eyes and sighed, “What…do you know…about the bear? Just answer me. I’m not really in the mood to get my hands bloody, today…”

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Dean’s smirk turned into an intrigued pout as he nodded his head, before bobbling it back and forth, “Sounds like a good plan to me.”

When she stepped a bit closer, placing her hand on his arm before leaning in for a kiss, he smiled, kissing her back. He let the kiss linger for a few moments, before pulling away, “You act like the guy is gonna spring up and kill me, or something. Not that I’m complaining about you kissing me…like ever. But I’ll be fine.”

He turned his hand so that he could reach around and take her arm that was against his, sliding his hand down to hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Letting go of her hand, he pulled his pistol from his waistband and stepped up to Travers carefully. He also pulled a bandana from his back pocket, tossing it on the table close Travers, in case he decided to scream.

“Alright, buddy. Time to rise and shine.”, he chimed, picking up Travers’ chin with his fingers. When Travers didn’t wake up right away, Dean lowered two fingers to his neck, making sure he had a pulse, before pulling his hand back and slapping him across the face, “C’mon. Don’t make me beat you up…”

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Dean grunted, a small laugh leaving his lips when Mika told him not to break his back. He shifted Travers on his shoulders, and turned slightly to her as he walked, “As long as his ass doesn’t shift while he’s on my shoulder, if he’s our bear, I’ll manage.”

He entered the room, roughly throwing Travers on the bed, before he pulled a chair over beside him. He bent down, placing his hands on his knees to huff, before standing and stretching his back again as Mika stepped out to grab their bags. He pulled one of the other chairs to sit in front of the first one, just as she stepped back into the room.

As she pulled the rope from the bag and tossed it to him, he flinched but caught it, starting the process of tying Travers to the chair with skill. He layered the rope under Travers wrists, before lifting his arms and creating a triple wrap around each of his arms. He then wrapped the rope through the arms of the chair, and around Travers body several times, tying it tightly behind him.

As Dean stepped back, he cracked his back again, and stood near Mika with a huff, “So, now we just wait for him to wake up, unless you want me to play bad cop.”

He smirked, looking down at her.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean held Mika’s hand tightly, walking down stairs with her. He knew that they would probably get a few looks, coming down together, holding hands. The night before could have ended much worse than it did. But instead, they were on good terms, for the most part. The smell of coffee instantly hit his nose as they entered the living room, and he scratched his chest absentmindedly in anticipation for his first drink of the day, “Maybe she learned to cook…”

He muttered the words back down to Mika, before lifting his his head to glance over at Natalia, “Good morning, my lovely sister…”

As he said the words, Sam and Anna appeared from the basement, and Sam chimed in to Nat, who made her snarky comment about him, “Hey! I have never done anything to deserve what you do to me. Cold water. Turning the hot water heater off before my shower. Hiding my boots, my car keys, whatever else you don’t want me to get ahold of to leave…”

“And I can cook. Can Sam cook? I made one mistake before I saw how…fun…you are, and you hold it against me forever.”, he released Mika’s hand, stepping up beside Nat to sweetly kiss her cheek, “Thanks for cooking breakfast, sis.”

Cason

Cason watched Esme’s face carefully as she went through what he could tell were both good and painful memories of Dean Winchester. His heart sank, as he sat down in the chair by the window, crossing his legs. As she came out of her thoughts, and scooted off the bed to go and take a shower, he raised his eyes to meet her face, “I’ll be here.”

He chewed at the skin on his lips, waiting patiently for her to come out of the bathroom. Sarah jumped off the bed, coming over to place her head lovingly on his leg, as if to try and calm his nerves. He both regretted and didn’t regret kissing Esme. It wasn’t the ideal first kiss, but it was something he had wanted to do for days.

As she came out of the bathroom, and began collecting her things, Cason watched, his fingers on his chin with his elbow propped on the table. Her voice startled him a bit as she apologized. He brought his hand into the air and waved her off, “Don’t be…”

He let her finish and shrugged his shoulders, “Call me a civilized demon that’s smitten, I guess. Throwing water never occurred to me. You kissed me back, though…”

Annabeth

Anna giggled at Sam’s words about Natalia. She quietly hoped Nat would like her as well, considering her connection to Sam. She took Sam’s hand, carefully walking up the stairs, where they were met by a flurry of activity, from Natalia cooking, to the others showing up with their own loud talking. Anna couldn’t help but smile, her hand running up Sam’s arm as he joked with Nat.

She met Nat’s eyes and smiled politely, “Thanks Nat.”, she muttered to her, before turning to Sam, “Time for you to save the day.”

She laughed quietly, stepping away from Sam to go and pour a cup of coffee for herself. The coffee smelled amazing, and she was dying to have a drink. But Dean stepped up next to her, after finally leaving Nat alone. He stared down at her with a smirk on his face, causing her to scan up to his eyes, and shove an empty mug into his chest.

“Good morning Anna…”, he chimed, taking the empty mug from her to pour himself a cup of coffee, “How are you doing this morning?”

“I’m um…fine! I feel brand new. Apparently I hadn’t been high long enough to really make an impact that surpassed…Sam.”, she answered him back, which caused his eyebrows to raise.

“You don’t say…”, he turned toward Sam, catching his brother’s eyesight briefly with his eyebrows waggling and his tongue between his teeth.

“You’re so disgusting.”, Anna scoffed, slapping Dean hard in the chest, before walking across to sit on the counter behind Sam, as he helped Natalia cook.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed and nodded at Mika’s words, placing a hand over both his eyes as he closed them in nervous frustration. As they made their way to the motel, Dean tapped his foot impatiently against the floor, a bit nervous around the clones of the town, and the prospect of having a hostage to deal with that might be a skin walker.

As Mika stepped out of the car, Dean shook out of his daze, looking over to him as she gave instructions. He nodded, opening his door and stepping our to slip around to the back door near Travers to keep an eye on him. He stood with his back against the car, waiting for Mika.

As she came back out, spinning the ring around her finger, he smirked, “Awesome. Let me grab the cargo, and we’ll go. Just stay back, in case he wakes up. If he’s a skin walker, he’s gonna turn into a very pissed off, very confused Bear. No reason for both of us to get mauled…”

He opened the door, and leaned in, wrapping his arms around Traver’s waist again. He pulled him onto his shoulder and stood with a loud groan, turning to Mika.

“Get the door for me…”, he grunted, walking past her toward their room.

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Dean nodded his head as he went over the options for where to take the man. If he was involved with the skin walkers, there was no way they would be able to defend themselves properly in some unfamiliar area, if they showed up to rescue him, or if for some reason he was the skin walker. He stared through the windshield for a second, and then turned to Mika.

“We can take him to the motel, make sure he stays out until we get there. You can go in and take care of any stationary or anything that would tell him where we’re staying…I’ll tie him up.”, he spoke clearly, tapping his fingers on the dash with his words,. He turned back to her.

“But before we let him go, if we let him go, I’ll knock him back out and stow him in the trunk. We can let him go on the road, and get out of there.”, he explained with a sigh. He didn’t like the plan, as it wasn’t completely fool proof. If he woke up early, before they were able to get inside the motel room and get him tied up, all hell could break loose.

He shrugged his shoulders, sitting back in the seat to let her know he was ready to go, and ran a hand through his hair, “It’s the best bet we have…”