In which Dean makes a hospital visit

[Cowritten with failuretotrust. Set after THIS and THIS. Max = by_thatmuch.]

With Max's help, Dean managed to get up to the floor where they were holding Beth relatively easily. Max got him through most of the checkpoints, and when they got to Beth's room -- 'Helen' as she was being referred to by the hospital staff -- Beth was asleep in the bed. He quietly closed the door behind him, starting to make his way towards her slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching her for a moment.

He was worried about her. He knew that they both had crazy jobs and one of them was bound to get hurt eventually, but that didn't mean he had to like it any. Taking a deep breath, he reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing it gently as he waited for her to wake up.

When she did come to, the best she could, she groaned. "Bruuuce," she whined. She pulled her hand away from Dean. "Go away."

He chuckled, before moving a hand up to brush his hair out of her face lightly. "Try again, sweetheart."

Her breath caught at that. Not that breathing was easy as it was at the moment, but...she knew that voice. She opened her eyes and stared at him. She let her fingers cling onto his, needing that touch more than she had realized. "What are you doing here?"

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In which Dean attempts a father-daughter conversation

[Cowritten with totallydid_it and failuretotrust. And sorry for the crazy posting -- catching up with things I need posted.]

Maddie headed home after having coffee with Anna and slid her fingers through her hair. She was kinda hoping she'd be able to slip in the door and go up to her room. One because of the hair and two...she just hadn't been up for talking to her parents in the past couple days. With avoiding Jimmy even more and the letter she'd written to Ben sitting in the drawer by her bed...she just need alone time.

She pushed the front door open and glanced around, biting her lip, then tiptoed for the stairs.

"Freeze," Dean said, looking up from the newspaper he was reading, and folding it back into his lap. He raised an eyebrow slightly at the new color of his daughter's hair, then just shook it off, gesturing for her to come closer. "We gotta talk."

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[TWP] Will Rogers quote

[Response to THIS (WARNING: Major character death). Because apparently my Dean can’t let her Sam do anything without commenting on it. Go figure. Not binding on any other canon muse.]

“We don’t know what we want, but we’re ready to bite somebody to get it.”

This was—odd.

Once he died the second time, he didn’t really think he’d be the haunting spirit type. But this time around, he didn’t really think he was a—spirit. Because he wasn’t exactly bound to anywhere, and he didn’t exactly feel angry, he was just kind of—there.

As he said, this was kind of odd.

“So what am I supposed to be doing again?”

Tessa looked back at him with a smirk, before rolling her eyes. “You’re watching.”

They were both perched on the edge of Bobby’s couch, watching as the people moved through the house slowly. There weren’t many people—mostly Sam and Bobby with the baby on occasion, or the spare hunter or two coming by to express their condolences. It was a bit weird at first, until Dean figured out that he was actually dead, but there was a bit more zen to it, this time around. He was—surprisingly at peace with the whole deal. And he didn’t think that was quite of his own doing.

Then Tessa showed up.

“You know, I’ve never been all that good at watching stuff,” Dean said with a sigh, a brief smile crossing his face as he watched Bobby with his son. “I’ve always been more of an action kinda guy.”

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[Commentary] for absit_omens

[Umm—I had so much fun writing this one. Dean is usually at his best when he’s being a little shit, and Anna, unfortunately, definitely brings that out in him. He’s a smartass and such a teenage boy, and he likes it when he annoys her. He has fun with it, and after the summer he had, I tend to let him have as much fun as he wants.

This fic was written for the kiss meme—I don’t think I put this one up for general consumption, because I was so way far behind with requests and things, but if I requested, I offered to reciprocate. And I needed to write more of Dean anyway because he’s just that awesome. So yes, I requested for Anna, and her mun requested back. Now, despite the fact that Anna is a Buddhist now, she still has great respect for her mother religion of Catholicism—at least for the holy places—while Dean? He kinda lacks a little more respect on that end.]

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[Commentary] for absit_omens

[Yay for smut memes!

These memes are always fun, because despite the fact that they take me forever, I always get some interesting situations and scenarios to write out, and they keep the muse talking. Now, Dean I managed to get done relatively quickly because, well, he’s Dean, and porn is his favorite part.

He also insisted that he and Anna have angry sex. He likes variety with his sex but angry sex is his favorite kind, because it applies to all different kinds of situations. He tends to like women who won’t take his shit—which is great on some levels, but really sucky on others—like where physical harm is concerned.]

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