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"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean raised his chin in a slow nod as Sam explained away why Lexi was there. He pursed his lips, believing his brother, deep down. Sam didn’t connect with people on the same level as Dean, especially the opposite sex. He tended to take them under his wing, sometimes, and if they were pretty enough and Sam was distracted enough, he would bring them home for some fun. But judging by how stressed Sam seemed, and offended at his question, Lexi wasn’t one of those women.

He leaned against one of the long tables of the office area, and crossed one leg over the other, watching his brother closely. As Lexi stood from her chair and randomly asked for the bathroom, Dean couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt, on top of his already aching stomach. He watched her closely, as she strolled away from the table and down the winding hallway of the bunker, to find the bathroom.

“I don’t think she likes me.”, Dean muttered softly, glancing down at the coffee mug in his hand. But Sam began speaking again and that pang of guilt in Dean’s stomach deepened at hearing that her situation was very similar to his own. She was just better at dealing with it, after the time she had spent alone. He took a deep breath and stepped away from the table.

“She seems pretty well adjusted for someone who lost their fiance. Or maybe I’m just not…”, he couldn’t finish his words as that knot in his stomach tightened once again, almost pushing all of the breath from his lungs as he stood. He cleared his throat to stifle the tears that almost welled up in his eyes, and pushed completely away from the table.

“Apologize to her for me? And call me for dinner.”, he said simply, strolling back toward the hall as he blinked away a couple of tears. He really felt like a mess. He usually handled grief so well, considering that losing people wasn’t exactly something he hadn’t become accustomed to. But Mika was someone he had made his life work to take care of. He saw her as almost immortal, unbreakable. She was supposed to outlive him, and go on to have a happy and normal life after he died.

Honestly, she wanted the same thing for him, as much as he could manage. Yet, here he was, day drinking and eating when he remembered to, or when Sam actually cooked something for himself. He hadn’t showered in days, and sleep came when it came. Some nights, he was able to go to sleep without nightmares, because he was so black out drunk that his body had no energy to muster dreams. Other nights, he saw her face. He went over her death, and watching her body burn in her funeral. And he would wake with a start, and go through the cycle again: wake up, drink, munch on something, and drink until he passed out.

Dean walked slowly down the hallway, his feet shuffling as he stayed close to the wall. Sometimes that knot in his stomach turned into what Castiel had so bluntly stated as: Panic attacks. They brought him to his knees, and he was half afraid that he would have one right there in the hallway, and Sam would have to come and pick him up, again. Taking a deep breath, he clutched the whiskey bottle tighter, and kept walking.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean dropped her hand, stepping around to the back of her car. He popped the trunk open, and tossed their bags in, taking a deep breath at how lucky they had managed to get on this super failed hunt. He smirked as one of his jackets caught his eye, and he reached into the trunk and pulled it, leaving behind the small duffel that it had covered. Holding it in his hand, he shut the trunk and walked around to the passenger side of the car.

“And for my best girl.”, he teased, shaking the jacket out roughly, before stepping up close to Mika’s back. He draped the shoulders of the old leather jacket over her shoulders, and leaned in to place a soft kiss against the back of her neck, “And if you call me sweet, I swear to God I will pull the car over…”

He chuckled and reached down to unlock her door. Once unlocked, he pulled it open, and held his hand against the top of the door frame to give her room to sit down in the seat. Once he was happy that her legs were in the car, he shut the door carefully and walked around to the drivers side, instantly looking over at her with a smirk.

“And you always did look better in my clothes than I did.”, he said with a slightly cheerful smile. He started the car, putting it in drive and then brought his hand over to rest against her thigh as he pulled out of the motel parking lot, to head back to what would likely be a very angry Bobby Singer.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean sighed, mocking his brother lightly as he walked down the steps slowly. He stopped, just shy of the table and tapped his hand lightly against it, “I have you know that there is water in alcohol, and I happen to remember someone leaving the bunker yesterday, for a run. So, mind your business.”

His eyes landed on Lexi, finally, raising his chin to look down at her. He took in her features, and scanned over her hair, the painful knot in his stomach rearing its head again as he had a stray thought of how pretty she looked. He closed his eyes and shook his head, before opening his eyes with a small forced smile, “Hi Lexi.”

Stepping back from the table, Dean brought a hand to rest over his stomach as the overwhelming panic knot planted itself firmly, and he was reminded of the alcohol he so desperately needed. He started his trek to the kitchen, again, and rolled his eyes at Sam’s comment about his clothes, knowing exactly where his brother was about to go with his sentence, before he broke it off.

“I’m not going anywhere, Sam. Why would I change? I hate doing laundry.”, he called over his shoulder sarcastically. He stepped into the kitchen, and instantly made his way over to the island, where the various bottles of alcohol were neatly stored along the shelves underneath. Spotting yet another bottle of whiskey, he picked it up and cradled it to his chest, before grabbing a coffee mug.

Hanging the coffee mug off one finger, he stepped back toward the war room, strolling across quickly and back up the small flight of stairs to the office area, “What are you guys working on, anyway? I’ve never known you to bring home women. Not that I’m complaining. Have fun while you can, and all that. But is she a hunter?”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean sat on the edge of his bed, as he did every afternoon when he finally decided to get up for the day. Not that he did much. He sat around, scrolled through his phone, read newspapers, and sometimes watched tv just to have noise. But for the most part, he stayed in his room. Most of the time, he felt as if he couldn’t even breathe, until he reminded himself that he wasn’t underwater. It was just a wave of grief that he had never processed like this before.

At that moment, he wrapped his arms around his stomach as another painful wave of grief swept over him, and images of Mika’s smiling face flooded his mind. He groaned, wiping a hand down his tired face as images of her death, and her cold body flashed the second he closed his eyes.

“C’mon, Dean. C’mon…”, he whispered desperately to himself, his voice shaky as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, and he fought to control his breathing. Even months later, the pain swept over him every single morning/afternoon, until he was drunk enough to forget what emotions were.

Standing from the bed, he rolled his shoulders and shook himself, strolling over to his desk to grab a bottle of whiskey. He shoved empty bottles out of the way, searching for one that had even just a glass in it. But, every bottle was empty.

“Really? When did we drink all the booze?”, he asked himself, slamming his fist down on the desk. He glanced to the door, and then back down at the table, closing his eyes as he sighed and prepared himself to possibly face his brother. He had avoided contact with Sam, to try and avoid the usual questions about his wellbeing. He didn’t want to be okay. He wanted to mourn, and mourning meant drinking, and being alone.

He groaned again, and stepped toward the door, opening it and slowly stepping out into the hallway. Dean looked down at his clothes and sighed, knowing that Sam would likely have something to say. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms that he had worn for at least five days straight.

Running his fingers through his hair, he wiped his hands over his sleepy and bloodshot eyes, and strolled slowly down the hall. He tiptoed into the war room, somehow hoping that Sam wouldn’t notice him as he passed, but Sam’s voice wasn’t the only one in the room. There was a female voice that caused Dean to both raise his eyebrows and scowl almost in unison. He tripped on the bottom step and caught himself loudly on one of the old chairs as he came to stand right at the top of the stairs leading to the war room.

“Um…”, he muttered, straightening up with a small wave, “Just coming down for something to drink.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean pulled the door open and shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s request, “I’ll go easy on him if he doesn’t lie to me. I’ve never given him a reason to hide anything, and yet somehow he still manages too.”

He stepped through the door and walked down the stairs with her. As he turned the corner from the stairs and into the kitchen, he could hear voices having a rather tense conversation, but their voices weren’t raised. So, they weren’t fighting at least. As Mika asked the question that was burning his mind, he sighed and stepped closer to her, scanning between his brother and Nat.

Dean listened to Nat’s explanation of the phone call she had had with Josiah, and his frown deepened when she mentioned that Josiah knew of her real identity. He would have a conversation with her later on how dangerous that could be, especially now that they had angel hits out on them.

“So, witches, vampires and demons fighting to open seals with a handful of rogue angels!”, Dean beamed sarcastically, “It most be friggin’ Tuesday!”

He dropped his hands to his side and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose. He didn’t know what their first move would need to be against the barriers they were likely going to have to fight through. And it was up in the air on whether they would have a demon with them, while their angel sat out and literally watched.

“Well, I’m gonna head to the car. Everyone make sure to pack machetes and any demon-y supplies in the cab of your car, don’t rely on your trunks. It probably wouldn’t hurt to put spares under the seats and…you all know the drill.”, he explained as he leaned in toward Mika’s face. He pulled her to him, giving her a kiss on the temple, before pulling away from her completely, “Be safe.”

Annabeth

Annabeth listened to Natalia’s explanation of what she had heard on the phone. Shockingly she wasn’t all that worried about the demon side of things, possibly because she was very aware that she and Sam could both take care of them, and they would be done fighting relatively quick. She wrapped her hand around Sam’s, planning to at least walk him out to the cars before they inevitably separated.

The thought of separating from Sam caused her to glance over at Mika. She felt a bit better about riding with her, as she thought of how worried Mika would be about Dean being in a separate car. If anything, it was something they had in common, and Mika would also be watching the Impala like a hawk, while the boys duked it out inside.

“C’mon. I’ll walk you to the car. I need to get my backpack.”, she muttered softly up at Sam, lacing her fingers in his.

Cason

Cason waited for Esme to get inside the car and shut the door, before he placed the car in drive and they slowly made their way down the alley, and toward the front gate of the junkyard. He pulled out onto the dead highway that Bobby Singer lived on, and kicked his foot against the gas a bit aggressively to speed them up quickly.
As Esme spoke, he was shaken from just staring at the road in silence and he shot a glance over at her with a nod as she started with ‘be honest with me’, the most anxiety inducing words he had ever heard, “Alright…”

Hearing the actual question she was wanting to ask, Cason frowned, tightening his hands on the steering wheel as he watched the road. He narrowed his eyes and then bit down on his lip, before he finally blinked and tilted his head to the side.

“I think that the Winchesters are surprising…able to handle just about anything. So, because of that, I would say ‘yes’, we do have a chance. But I also know that if this is about Lucifer, our chances go down with every demon they add to the mix. So, honest answer? Yeah. We have a chance, just not a good one.”, Cason explained honestly, shooting another glance toward her face.

He took a deep breath, “I’m going to back off a bit, from you. I can see that something is going on in your head, and it’s something you don’t want to talk to me about, which I get. I had never noticed it until today. Don’t my words against me later, but I’m sorry.”

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Dean buckled his belt and then stepped into each of his boots, not bothering to lace them up. He sighed and stepped over to the table to pick up his jacket. Shrugging it over his shoulders, he reached out and grabbed the strap of Mika’s bag from her shoulder, pulling it onto his. He then picked up the duffel he had brought in after they had returned to the motel, and slung it over the same shoulder, sitting it on top of hers. Running his hands through his hair, he flattened it down as best he could and reached out to take her keys from her.

“After how groggy you seemed when we got back yesterday? Yeah, I’m definitely driving.”, he muttered softly, swinging her keys around a finger, and catching them in his palm playfully. He stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, before turning to the door.

“Are we ready to blow out of here, before we get eaten?”, he asked as he opened the door and stood in the doorway, scanning the nearby parking lot carefully, “I don’t see any animals other than birds out here. We should be able to get out pretty safe, and then I promise we can continue cuddle time.”

He chuckled and reached a hand out to grab hers, pulling her through the door with him. The hunt may or may not have come up bust, but it gave him plenty of reasons to touch her, and for that he was thankful to the monsters in town.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean leaned forward, not catching Sam’s glare but worried about Madison’s sudden outburst of worry. He reached a hand across the table to try and say something to her to potentially calm her, if not just to prevent the entire house from exploding. But Sam got to her first. He watched how gentle his brother was with Madison, and couldn’t help but soften his gaze.

When Sam turned back to him, after seemingly handling Madison’s panic easily, Dean raised an eyebrow and barely noticed his brother speaking to him, until he shook himself from his thoughts and shook his head at Sam.

“It’s been years, but I don’t remember her ever reacting that way to a facial expression. I mean, maybe it was because I didn’t laugh fast enough? Is she scared of me, because I went to Hell?”, Dean asked, completely confused by the sudden change in demeanor. He was definitely a different person than he was the last time she held his hand, but his personality hadn’t changed that much, had it?

Madison

Madison flinched a bit as Sam’s hands came to hers, taking her food away before holding her hands so gently. She took a deep breath as Sam looked into her eyes, just trying to concentrate on his demeanor, and how unmoved he seemed by Esme leaving. She wrapped her fingers around his, nodding her head slightly, but the light in her eyes didn’t completely fade, only flickering as she stared at him.

She was so afraid Esme was really gone, and with Dean, she didn’t know if she could trust Sam to protect her. Castiel would be her only hope without someone there to calm Dean when he got paranoid and angry, which she had gathered he would do often.

When he leaned in and whispered in her ear, the amber light in her eyes completely faded, as if turning down a dimmer switch and she took another deep breath, nodding, “I believe her too…”

Madison watched Dean as he spoke and she frowned, wondering who Dean was before his trip to Hell. Was he more fun? Was he more understanding, and gentle, like Sam? The questions buzzed around in her head until Sam said that he was getting up, and left to go to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry I scared you, okay?”, Dean apologized honestly, tapping his knuckles on the table in front of him, just as Sam returned with the beers. Dean leaned back in his chair, patting Sam’s arm as he patted his chest, and nodded absentmindedly. He hadn’t tried to do the whole relationship thing in so long that he wasn’t even sure what giving someone space looked like, anymore.

Madison trailed her eyes up to Dean’s face, watching him pick up his beer and take a drink. She sighed, and crossed her arms, waiting patiently for Esme to hopefully walk back through the door.

Later

Madison

Madison’s head perked up at the sound of a car door closing, at the same time that Dean’s did. As Esme stepped into the house, Madison’s heart fluttered with excitement, turning to smile widely at Sam as Dean stood from his chair and followed her. Madison reached a hand out and took Sam’s hand, “You were right! Like always, you were right.”

She spoke excitedly, buzzing with excitement that she had everyone back in one place. Well, everyone but Castiel, but he was off doing angel stuff, whatever that was. She let his hand go awkwardly, and pushed her hair behind her ears, shrugging her shoulders, “Sorry I got so scared and almost blasted you. But I can help you with the rest of the stuff in the car!”

Dean Winchester

Dean’s ears perked up the second that the car door closed, standing from his chair quickly to run to the door. He had held out hope that Esme would definitely be back, but there was still a clenching feeling in his stomach that he could quite swallow down as he waited. He reached for the doorknob, just as Esme stepped through and he gasped at her appearance, following her.

Shooting a glance back at Sam, he silently told him to take care of the rest while he checked on her and followed her into the kitchen. Reaching a hand out, he took the bags from her, and sat them down on the floor beside the refrigerator, taking her hips in both his hands and pushing her back toward the counter.

“What the hell happened? Let me look.”, he asked with slightly widened eyes, the panic evident on his face. She hadn’t been gone long, but he hadn’t been there to protect her from whatever had happened and his stomach ached thinking about someone or something laying hands on her, like the old days.

He reached a hand up and grabbed for the hand that held the bandana to her face, peeling it away, and taking the bandana between his fingers to look at the cut on her face, “Esme. Dammit. What did this? Was it a human? I’ll run back right now. You just tell me where and I’ll give them a nice dental makeover. Are you hurt anywhere else.”

In his panic, he hovered his hands along her torso, glancing around as if he could see through her shirt. It was a mixture of actual worry, guilt, and anger that someone would even do that to her face, much less any other part of her body. He took a deep breath and rested his hand against her uninjured cheek, closing his eyes to calm his nerves as he stood with her, giving her a chance to speak.

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Dean tilted his head to the side as if he was thinking, and then he shrugged, “I’ll work on dad. Don’t worry. His problem with you is more with my inability to work when you’re around. You’re capable of taking care of yourself, now.”

He kissed her deeply, fighting to keep his hand from tightening around her hip, and starting things all over again, like they were known to do. If they didn’t get up soon, they would likely be run out. So, putting his dirtier thoughts on pause, he carefully pulled away from the kiss and pecked her lips, “But for now, we need to put a pause on this, and get dressed. I don’t want to, but I don’t want to tempt whatever timer they have us on.”

Dean frowned and brushed a bit of hair from her cheek with his hand, leaning in to place one final kiss against her lips before tearing himself from her. He rolled off the bed and stood up, stretching his sore muscles, raising his arms high above his head with a groan. He stepped back from the bed and walked over to his clothes that were scattered around the end of the bed, gathering them as he started getting redressed.

“I’m kinda ready to get back to our own bed anyway.”, he teased, shooting a toothy grin over to her.

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Dean leaned down and kissed her stomach again with a wide smile, thinking about Bobby’s reactions to them having ‘fun times’ in his house in the past. It was always nice to go on hunts, because they were free to do whatever they pleased in between business, without having to worry about disturbing the old man from his research.

“I don’t wanna move. You’re a good pillow and I’m comfortable too.”, he grumbled, wrapping his arm further around her waist to pull her close to him. He laid his head down on her stomach once more and nuzzled into her, “But unfortunately, they’re probably waiting for us to leave…and I’d hate for them to break in on us, like this. It’s a bit harder to defend yourself in the nude.”

He chuckled, lifting his head before crawling up the bed to lay beside her. Now nose to nose with her, he pulled her face to his for a gentle kiss, pushing all of the small strands of hair stuck to her face away. His hand came to rest gently against her hip, and he smiled against her lips, “But if things go well with my dad, maybe we can have our own room. God knows I’m not going to want to stay with the old man, if you’re around…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled brightly against Mika’s neck as she stroked his hair and agreed with him. His shoulders fell as he thought about a normal vacation, maybe with an ocean and some drinks. Mika in a bathing suit wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. As she turned to him, he leaned into her hand with his cheek, pulling her closer to his body, “I’ll hold you to that. I love you too. Let’s get ready to go before I get used to this again…”

He smirked and leaned in, kissing her deeply for a moment. Pulling back, he nuzzled her nose, pecking her lips one more time, “I have a really long drive ahead of me.”

Dean reluctantly pulled back from her, bringing his hands to her arms. He slid his fingers down her arms and into hers, holding one of her hands while his other reached over for her bag. He shifted it to his shoulder, leaning down to pick his up, and turned toward the door, pulling her behind him.

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled gently at Sam’s attempt to reassure her about his time with Dean. She had to admit that she was worried about what Dean was going to say, and whether he would bring up the fact that she was both a distraction, and something someone could use against Sam. Then again, he had his own distractions to worry about, between Mika and Esme. She nodded, but when he mentioned he would be texting her, she raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re smitten on me…”, she giggled, but glanced up at Natalia as Sam did, her eyebrows furrowing. Hearing the news, she turned her eyes back to Sam’s face, confused as to what exactly the barricades would consist of.

“So, its worse than just stopping some super powerful demon. Now we have to fight our way through?”, she asked, turning from Sam to Nat, and back to Sam.

Cason

Cason took a deep breath as Esme spoke, knowing that she was ready to argue with him, until she noticed his touch. He waited for the punch, or slap, but she was calm and simply asked him the reason for his particular method. His reasoning? He wanted to touch her. That was it. And it was a lot more conspicuous to touch her near bundles of clothing than it would have been to just pick up her hand.

“Your hip was more convenient.”, he whispered back to her, just before she pulled away from him. Sighing, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and watched her finish her beer, before turning back to him as she walked toward the door. Raising his eyebrows, impressed that his plan had actually gotten through to her, he turned and followed her like a puppy.

As Cason walked behind Esme, he jogged to step up near her, running a single finger down her bicep all the way to her hand with her keys. He dug between her fingers and snatched her keys from her, kissing her cheek quickly before jogging around to the drivers side of her car, “I’m driving. I felt your vibe back there and you could use a bit of time to get your shit together. Let me help. Get in.”

Shooting her a bright smile, he opened the drivers door and sat down in the seat, turning the engine over without a chance for Esme to complain too much. If she wouldn’t let him in personally, he would just protect her until she made him leave or killed him…either were options, at this point.