Prompt 13.8.5 - A Fine Balance
[Dean Winchester is hasperkynipples and is used with mun permission. Dean's dialogue was based off a meta conversation with his mun.]
There's a fine balance in any relationship. After years of trial-and-error with her heart, Anna's learned this lesson well. Dean hasn't quite learned the lesson, it seems, but she's more than willing to show him the way to enlightenment. It's not something that can be learned overnight, but something that comes with experience and a little heartbreak along the way.
Sometimes, she honestly doesn't think she can do it. Maintaining balance seems like such a daunting task. And then, there are the demons inside her head telling her that this will never work. That she's destined to live and die alone. That she's wasting her time with the infamous, trigger-happy, sarcastic womanizer that is Dean Winchester. However, her heart disagrees. Deep down past the scar tissue and the bruises and the rotted caverns of her soul, there is hope. A flame that doesn't always burn bright, but at the same time never burns out. It can be dampened easily by insecurity and doubt; her own defenses against the pain she fears threaten its existence.
Through the fear and the doubt, she soldiers on with her head held high against the darkness that threatens to consume her. There is nothing like her drive, her sheer stubbornness to resist succumbing to the memories of failure and heartbreak. She is so much stronger than she'll ever know.
But with him, she becomes a rare and beautiful bird. Her beauty envies the brightest peacock; her grace that of the swan; and yet she is swift like the hawk and proud like the eagle. This woman is a sight to behold. For within her lies strength, passion, and an inner beauty that outshines everyone else. Dean Winchester knows this well, for it is why he cares for her as much as he does. She heals his soul in ways no one else could -- and someday? Someday, he will see it too.
Sighing, Anna plops down on the bed behind Dean, her arms running up and down his arms as she kisses his neck softly. They've had this conversation many times. Granted, the words were different but the message was always the same: Dean was a good person, regardless of what he'd done in the past. But he refused to believe that. So here Anna was again, trying to make him see what she saw. "You don't deserve to be punished, Dean. Not by this Trickster you mentioned, or by demons, or by the Angels, or by anyone."
Silent, he rose his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. He really didn't wanna talk about this.
"I know you disagree."
"Sometimes people need to be punished."
"Hey." Frowning, Anna shifted and cupped Dean's chin, turning his head slightly to look at her. "You don't need to be punished for anything, Dean. You're saving people. Fightin' the good fight and all that jazz."
More silence. But this time his gaze fell and there was a shadow of self-disgust in his expression.
"...There's something you're not telling me. But that's okay. Whatever it is, you don't deserve to be punished."
And there it is again. That agonizingly soft, loving tone of voice. How could she possibly be so caring toward a monster like himself? If only she knew - the things he did in Hell, the way he felt doing them... She wouldn't talk to him that way. "Yeah, I guess." He muttered, wanting the conversation to stop there.
Shifting once more, Anna spreads her legs and pulls Dean in close - his back against her chest as she nuzzles the side of his neck in understanding. This motion gets him to relax slightly and he scoots back more to get closer while resting a hand over hers.
"I'll always be here if you want to talk." Whispering, Anna brushed her lips against his temple lovingly, hand resting over his heart.
"I know."
"I'll always be here. Whenever you need me." Her words are soft - God they're soft and sweet like her lips and it touches something inside of Dean. She knows this because he turns against her and slides a hand to cradle the back of her head. Pulling her closer, he curls his fingers in her auburn locks and kisses her forehead.
"I know."
A small smile graces her lips, "Let me know if you need anything."
Resting his forehead against hers, Dean nods and gives her hand a light squeeze. "I will."
There's a fine balance in any relationship. After years of trial-and-error with her heart, Anna's learned this lesson well. And if you were to ask her right now, she'd tell you that she's got it down to an art.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
776 Words
There's a fine balance in any relationship. After years of trial-and-error with her heart, Anna's learned this lesson well. Dean hasn't quite learned the lesson, it seems, but she's more than willing to show him the way to enlightenment. It's not something that can be learned overnight, but something that comes with experience and a little heartbreak along the way.
Sometimes, she honestly doesn't think she can do it. Maintaining balance seems like such a daunting task. And then, there are the demons inside her head telling her that this will never work. That she's destined to live and die alone. That she's wasting her time with the infamous, trigger-happy, sarcastic womanizer that is Dean Winchester. However, her heart disagrees. Deep down past the scar tissue and the bruises and the rotted caverns of her soul, there is hope. A flame that doesn't always burn bright, but at the same time never burns out. It can be dampened easily by insecurity and doubt; her own defenses against the pain she fears threaten its existence.
Through the fear and the doubt, she soldiers on with her head held high against the darkness that threatens to consume her. There is nothing like her drive, her sheer stubbornness to resist succumbing to the memories of failure and heartbreak. She is so much stronger than she'll ever know.
But with him, she becomes a rare and beautiful bird. Her beauty envies the brightest peacock; her grace that of the swan; and yet she is swift like the hawk and proud like the eagle. This woman is a sight to behold. For within her lies strength, passion, and an inner beauty that outshines everyone else. Dean Winchester knows this well, for it is why he cares for her as much as he does. She heals his soul in ways no one else could -- and someday? Someday, he will see it too.
Sighing, Anna plops down on the bed behind Dean, her arms running up and down his arms as she kisses his neck softly. They've had this conversation many times. Granted, the words were different but the message was always the same: Dean was a good person, regardless of what he'd done in the past. But he refused to believe that. So here Anna was again, trying to make him see what she saw. "You don't deserve to be punished, Dean. Not by this Trickster you mentioned, or by demons, or by the Angels, or by anyone."
Silent, he rose his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. He really didn't wanna talk about this.
"I know you disagree."
"Sometimes people need to be punished."
"Hey." Frowning, Anna shifted and cupped Dean's chin, turning his head slightly to look at her. "You don't need to be punished for anything, Dean. You're saving people. Fightin' the good fight and all that jazz."
More silence. But this time his gaze fell and there was a shadow of self-disgust in his expression.
"...There's something you're not telling me. But that's okay. Whatever it is, you don't deserve to be punished."
And there it is again. That agonizingly soft, loving tone of voice. How could she possibly be so caring toward a monster like himself? If only she knew - the things he did in Hell, the way he felt doing them... She wouldn't talk to him that way. "Yeah, I guess." He muttered, wanting the conversation to stop there.
Shifting once more, Anna spreads her legs and pulls Dean in close - his back against her chest as she nuzzles the side of his neck in understanding. This motion gets him to relax slightly and he scoots back more to get closer while resting a hand over hers.
"I'll always be here if you want to talk." Whispering, Anna brushed her lips against his temple lovingly, hand resting over his heart.
"I know."
"I'll always be here. Whenever you need me." Her words are soft - God they're soft and sweet like her lips and it touches something inside of Dean. She knows this because he turns against her and slides a hand to cradle the back of her head. Pulling her closer, he curls his fingers in her auburn locks and kisses her forehead.
"I know."
A small smile graces her lips, "Let me know if you need anything."
Resting his forehead against hers, Dean nods and gives her hand a light squeeze. "I will."
There's a fine balance in any relationship. After years of trial-and-error with her heart, Anna's learned this lesson well. And if you were to ask her right now, she'd tell you that she's got it down to an art.
Anna Morasca
Supernatural [OC]
776 Words