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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“Did he bite you or anything?”, Dean said almost absentmindedly as he looked her over, before she chimed in that she was fine, and mentioned what she was able to get over on her captor. Dean couldn’t help but smirk, “That’s my girl…”

His smirk faded a bit as he thought about a game plan for what they should do next. He wanted to run, for the first time in his life, knowing that if a werewolf was able to almost kill him, a bear could definitely do some damage, even if he was just a man that turned into one. Somehow that made it worse.

He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. But I do feel like we have to make sure the cop dude is dead. He has to die, if he’s not already dead. We can swing back to the motel, regroup and decide whether to swing back round.”

Dean wiped a hand down his face, before he turned back to her again at her question about Travers, “I think I can talk to the guy. He’s a bold face liar, but I don’t think he’s a ruthless killer. If we can find him, and get close to him, I’ll try to talk him down before he can turn into a giant Care Bear, and worst case…I’ll shoot him in the head.”

Dean shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and leaned back in his seat, reaching his hand over to rest on her thigh as he watched the weird quiet people pass by the window.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean gasped lightly as the flutter of Castiel’s wings blew around the room, and he felt a presence dangerously close to his face. He clenched his jaw, and turned his face toward Castiel, almost brushing noses with him, “Cas. We really need to work on personal space, with you.”

The second Castiel popped into the room, Cason stepped instinctively closer to Esme, quickly grabbing her hand. None of the information about Lucifer was exactly news to him, as he had learned most of the information he had about angels from the defective angels that were trying to break the seals, in tandem with Demons.

Dean stepped back and listened to Castiel’s matter of fact speech, and raised his eyebrows, nodding incredulously. He waved his hands in front of him, urging Cas to go on. As he explained the seals, Dean turned his eyes from Castiel to the rest of the room, his mouth hanging open to say something, but then pressing closed.

Bobby simply stood nearby and narrowed his eyes as Castiel paused, and then kept speaking without allowing Dean to say anything. As he finished with a question, Dean turned his gaze back to Castiel’s face, and he brought both hands out in front of him, palms up, “Well thanks for the information! How do we save them? Do the angels have some sort of weird biblical map to these things?”

Across the room, Annabeth tightened her grip on Sam, practically hiding behind his large frame as she watched Dean interact with another angel. She just hoped this time, the angel wouldn’t notice her, or her similarity to Sam.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean pulled Mika out the door, and refused to let go of her hand as he ran, until she pulled away to grab her keys. He turned, as they ran, listening to Travers growling and snarling behind them. He paused, and then turned as Mika screamed at him to get in the car.

Flinching at her voice, he ran to the passenger seat of her car and threw himself inside, quickly slamming the door behind his legs. He placed his hand on the dash as they sped away, Travers narrowly missing them as Dean sighed, and leaned his head forward against his chest.

“That was a new one…”, he said with a nervous smirk and a loud sigh, “I haven’t had a chance to look at you yet. You okay? That son of a bitch better be glad I only had time to get one shot off…”

Dean’s eyes scanned over Mika’s body, settling on her face as he reached out and brushed his fingers across the bruising red mark across her cheek. He gently stroked his finger across the skin, trying to convince himself that she was fine. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her made his blood boil, but she knew that. Likely, she used it against her captors, easily.

“We need to head back to the motel and regroup, or grab our stuff and get out of town. I don’t know how much Travers knows, at this point.”, he said more relaxed now.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped as he noticed his gunshot actually affected the dog. But Travers’ growl from beside him sparked desperation in his chest and he shoved his gun in his waistband, running around behind Mika. He started pulling at her ropes, eventually wiggling them free from themselves in absence of a knife, “Thanks for the deduction, Lady Sherlock”

He rolled his eyes at her words, finally managing to get the main knot completely untied. Throwing the ropes over her back, they fell in her lap, the ropes around her arms and legs loosening. He ran around to her front, and pulled with one strong tug at each arm, pulling her arms free, and then did the same to her legs, reaching his hand out for her to grab.

“As much as we’re going to finish this hunt, I’m not fighting a damn bear in a house.”, he said quickly, pulling Mika from the chair. He held her hand with one hand and pulled his gun from his waistband with the other, taking one more wide eyed look at Travers, before running for the door, tugging Mika behind him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean stared at Cason for a few moments as he stepped through the kitchen and perched himself against an empty counter, far away from most people. He didn’t want to start a fight this morning, but it did make him a bit angry that Cason looked so clean and uninjured, while Dean felt like a train had hit him in the face. Demon healing powers…ugh.

Dean’s eyes then scanned over Esme, his gaze softening as he stared at her, hoping to catch her gaze as she stood in the kitchen. He could feel the familiar wave of calm that she tended to project onto him before or after a hunt, and he sighed wistfully, dropping his shoulders.

Annabeth watched Sam, trying not to make eye contact with Cason as she sat behind Sam. When Sam confirmed that he was already watching Dean, Anna sighed, letting go of his earlobes and letting her hands fall from his shoulders as he stepped up grabbed some food for both of them. She took the sandwich from his hands and smirked, “Thank you sir.”

Reaching a hand out as she took the sandwich in one hand, she placed her hand against his hip, finding it hard to lose contact while they were in a room full of people, especially Cason. Apparently, she was still in the last few stages of detox, because he smelled amazing, like food. She shoved her finger behind Sam’s belt, forcing herself to hold onto him.

But her head perked up, at the same time as Dean’s when Nat answered her phone and began talking to someone in a confused but intrigued tone. When Sam spoke up, asking what the phone call was about, Anna’s eyes followed his to Nat and she raised her eyebrows, just as Mika chimed in, “What’s the rising of the witnesses?”

Dean watched Mika leave the room to go and find the book he knew she already had in her sights when she stood. He slid off the counter to step over near her, wrapping his body around her back as he leaned over the book above her, “Breaking seals? Bobby? What does that mean?”

“I was hoping I was wrong.”, Bobby chimed from the living room with a huff. He stood from his chair, and walked over toward them, throwing a large book onto the center of the table near the food, and opened it, “If what I’m reading is right, the seals are keys to a door. And I don’t think we want to see what’s behind that door. We might want to call your angel friend.”

“He’s not my friend.”, Dean snapped, glaring up at Bobby.

“Alright. Then your angel aquaintance. Call him what you want, but if anyone’s going to know about the damn biblical apocalypse, it’ll be an angel.”, Bobby snapped back at Dean, picking his book up from the table and walking off with a grumble.

Anna carefully pulled Sam closer to her and swallowed her bite of food, “We’re gonna bring angels here?”

“An angel. He seems like a good guy. Wears a trenchcoat. Tiny little thing.”, Dean answered, before lowering his head toward the table with his eyes closed, “Castiel. You said you would be around. Well, we got questions that we think you have answers to. So…if this prayer works or whatever, I don’t know how to do this…please come help?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean snarled like an angry animal when the officer spoke about harming Mika. And pulled his gun from the back of Travers’ head, to train it on the man in front of him. Travers asking the man to let Mika go, and calling him by his name made Dean smirk, “Yeah, NIck. Why don’t you make the right decision here, and let the girl go, before I put a silver bullet in your brain?”

He flinched however, when Nick told Travers to shut up. He had walked in here thinking that Travers was ultra important to the gang of walkers, and that he didn’t have to worry about much, as long as he had him as a human shield. Pulling away from Travers completely, now that he knew the relationship of the two men in front of him, he pointed his gun with both hands at Nick, “Yeah, well…Hunters are hard to kill. At least this variety is. I could leave, but then you’ll just terrorize the poor people in this town, and well…I can’t have that on my conscience.”

Dean spoke with his normal gravitas, now feeling confident that he could win this easily, and well, he might as well have a bit of fun with the monster of the week. He smirked, a dangerous and angry smirk, and glanced to Mika, a giving her a wink, before his face fell to a serious one at Nick’s next words.
“I would choose my words very carefully, officer.”, Dean muttered through his teeth as Nick’s hands landed on Mika in front of him. Snarling his nose at the contact, Dean pulled his gun, squeezing the trigger slowly as the hound appeared in front of him. His narrowed angry eyes turned to surprise as he hesitated, and reached out for Travers, “Not a bear. He’s not a bear!”

Pulling his gun back up to point at the giant dog, Dean fired a hail mary shot into the dog’s chest, hoping for the best.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nearly gasped when the door opened in front of him, shoving Travers through when the cop stepped aside to let him in. He nearly ran to Mika, forgetting all about keeping Travers in front of him, but instead he just stared over the shorter man’s shoulder at Mika, “Traffic was bad.”

He quipped the words with a small smirk, and a wink, but taking in her state, his eyes began to turn into a deadly venomous glare as they scanned back up to the police officer’s face in front of him. He pushed Travers out in front of him, keeping his gun trained on the back of his head and gritted is teeth as he glared at Mika’s captor, “I thought I made myself clear that if you hurt her, you wouldn’t want to see me.”

Dean’s words dripped dangerously from his tongue, as his eyes glanced back to Mika, his hand on his gun tensing, fighting the urge to blow both men’s brains out right where they stood. The silver bullets in his pistol should be plenty enough to do the job. But he resisted and instead just kept the dangerous gaze as he spoke, “So what do you want?”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison’s stomach rumbled at the idea of eating food, almost like it was telling her that she definitely wanted to try the burrito as Esme offered it. She nodded her head carefully, and walked with her hands crossed in front of her, linking her fingers together, over to the chair. She sat down in the chair, just as Sam chimed in about Esme’s decision to let Madison eat some of her food. Madison paused.

But Esme’s answer, and the excitement to try human food, and act like a human made Madison’s heart stutter with excitement. She reached forward, having watched Esme eat and mimicked how she picked up the other half of the burrito, holding it up to her face and staring it over. Sighing, she brought it to her mouth and took a bite, her face instantly turning up into a smile as she chewed.

“This makes me very happy.”, she chimed, chewing a large mouthful. She turned to Sam, holding up the burrito and smiled widely around her food, “I like the food!”

Dean Winchester

Dean’s face fell a bit when Sam asked about letting Esme get away. It wasn’t something he had really pondered, and even though his brother meant his words as a joke, it stung in the pit of Dean’s stomach, a bit. He didn’t have an answer for the non-question, because it wasn’t really his choice to ‘let’ Esme do anything. She just…didn’t come back. He smirked, giving a small and fake chuckle when Sam clapped his upper arm, and shook himself out of the thoughts he had begun having again.

He turned his attention back to what was happening at the table, watching Madison dig into the burrito, extremely happy with the results of her first meal. Dean couldn’t help but smile proudly at her, giving her a thumbs up as her face turned to Sam. The kid was already growing on him, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He had a soft spot for orphans, especially girls that were on their own in the world.

If he wasn’t careful, he would end up absolutely attached to her, like a father. As Esme threw his burrito at him, Dean’s reflexes barely stopped it from hitting him in the face. He caught it with one hand, and narrowed his eyes at her, “Really? Is this something I have to look forward to again? I thought we had grown out of that, by now.”

He laughed and walked over to the table, glancing at Madison as he sat down in another free chair, gesturing for his brother to follow them. He turned his eyes back to Madison, and reached across to tap his fingers on the table, “Slow down there, kiddo. You’ll end up with heartburn…and I don’t want to see what your body tries to do when it has indigestion."

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kept his gun on Travers the entire drive, watching him closely as he drove to his house. He didn’t know if this was an ambush or just a poorly planned attack that the skin walkers didn’t know was going to end badly for them, but he wanted to be prepared for anything as they drove.

As they pulled up to the house, his eyes instantly fell on Mika’s Impala, his eyes softening into a scared sigh as he took in the paintjob, and how distinct the car was sitting there. He half hoped he would find her in the drivers seat, and this was all just a hoax. No one had her. She was fine. But seeing the police car nearby, Dean knew that wasn’t the case, and time was running out.

He opened the door to the car carefully, walking around to the drivers side. He ripped the door open next to Travers and reached in, his free hand pulling a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Clasping one of the handcuffs on Travers left hand, he pulled him from the car, wrenching his hand around his back, before reaching out and grabbing his right hand, handcuffing them together.

“You keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you…or you die.”, Dean growled in his ear, picking his pistol up from the roof of the car, and shoving the barrel against Travers back, while his other hand grabbed his arm roughly, shoving him forward. He walked him aggressively up to the front door of the house, wrapping on the door with his pistol.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean stared around the parking lot anxiously as Travers walked around to the different cars. He was beginning to lose his patience with trying to find a car the easy way, and had begun to prepare himself to shatter a window, to get into one. But Travers popped one of the doors, and Dean let out a quiet and relieved sigh.

Keeping his gun on his lap, he opened the car door and quickly sat in the passenger seat, bending under the dash to pull the power panel as Travers recognized the address on the back of his hand. He held up the hand, “This is your house? Well. Lucky day for you, right? They’re holding my girlfriend, in your house.”

As Dean sneered the words to him, he ducked back under the dashboard and pulled two of the power wires from box, pulling his knife from his pocket and flipping it open. He stripped the rubber from the two wires and began pressing them together. After a few moments, the car roared to life, with Dean pressing the gas as a helping hand.

“Get in the car and put on your seatbelt. We’re in a hurry.”, Dean said simply to Travers, as he picked his gun back up and pointed it at him, dropping the wires to hang below the dashboard, “Get in the car!”