As you lay down - Destiel

The City - 4

"Nothing, there is literally nothing!" Sam exclaims. "The biggest war ever is going on and it doesn't affect us at all how is that even possible?" Sam looks up at Dean. 

"Oh come on, there's gotta be something. Let me have a look." Dean turns the computer around so he can look at it. 

Sam turns to look at me "Do you know why it has no impact on us?" 

"Well, I'd assume it is because both angels and demons are using all of their resources on each other so they don't have the time to do something to earth right now," I reply, not entirely sure if I'm correct or not as I honestly don't really understand the war myself. 

"Speaking of which, where is it even fought?" Dean says and looks up from the computer. 

"Well, I'm not 100 percent sure but from what I've heard it is somewhere above heaven."

"So you're telling me there's something above heaven? Why didn't we know this before?" Sam asks me while looking moderately confused.

"I wouldn't say you don't know about it, but that it's not so much of a belief anymore." I stop my pacing that I barely even realised I was doing. 

"Come again?" Dean has stopped paying any sort of attention to the computer. 

"From what I heard, it was fought in Midgard."

"Midgard, like the belief in the middle ages in Scandinavia and Germany?" Sam says and grabs his computer. 

"Yes, it's empty now, though. Well, apart from the angels and demons. But none of the creatures from the legend is there. Nobody really knows where they went." I say and place my hands on a chair for a little support. 

"But how did the Vikings realise this?" Dean asks. 

"The Vikings used to fight, a lot, meaning the death number at the time was quite massive. When they died, they came to heaven. But at the time, Midgard was very loud and we had some issues with the security, allowing more people to come back as ghosts when they'd already been to heaven. So a few came down and spread the word about how Midgard existed and it got big with so many people travelling."

"Heaven had security issues?" Dean asks and lifts his eyebrows. 

"Yeah, we don't really talk about that time too much." 

Sam was still all up in his research. The northern mythology seems to have made something click in his head. 

Dean pulls me out of my thoughts by saying "Hey, you know what I just realised?"

"No?" I say, am I supposed to know what he's talking about?

"Your voice is changing."

"My voice?" 

"As far as I know, you had you angel voice where you talked very deep, the voice when you were Steve that had a small difference from your angel voice when Lucifer possessed you and you sounded nuts and another when leviathans possessed you which was a mixture of Lucifer and Steve." 

"What do I sound like now then? I ask, very confused what he's talking about. 

"It has become a mixture of all of them I'd say," Dean says and Sam nods in agreement. 

My voice? I don't really hear a difference. But humans don't tend to be able to hear their own voices. Your brain makes a small difference to get your voice more soothing to your ears and you get used to whatever voice you have. Not many others think about your voice, though. 

"I'm heading out then "Dean says and rises from his chair. 

"Where are you going?" Sam asks and looks up from his computer.

"To the local bar, mum. I swear I'll be safe. I'll call when I get there, okay?" Dean says in a sarcastic tone and laughs. Sam just sighs and goes back to his computer. While Dean leaves the bunker. 

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The cold air hits me the minute I get out. Fucking demons, they don't know when to calm down. But then again, they are demons. We still haven't heard anything from Crowley. None of us knows whether or not he's fighting or not. I'd assume that somebody has to watch hell, but who that is, is still a question. 

I look down on my feet walking. 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, I'm not sure if me doing this is a bad habit or just a normal habit considering I don't actually hurt anyone. But not looking up when walking may be a bit dangerous. Because you know, hunting demons and shit isn't. As I get goosebumps I realise that I probably should have put more clothes on. But as I see the lit-up sign from the bar I might as well just keep on walking. The city isn't too crowded today. Well, it doesn't really tend to be but some teenagers hang out here every once in a while. Especially since there is a big lake along the road. I've never really been there even though I've thought about it multiple times but I have always been busy. But now when angels and demons are gone, in Midgard apparently, I have more time. I'm still not sure if that's a good or bad thing, I mean for the world it's obviously great but hunting is my hobby. I'm fearing that if I don't keep myself occupied, I'll end up going insane. 

And with that thought, I'm at the bar. The same smell as always slaps me in the face. People really don't know how to keep their alcohol in. 

"Dean-o!" Henry says to me and waves. 

"The last person who called me that almost got killed," I say and Henry laughs as he obviously doesn't know about Cole. 

Henry walks up to me "Still only one drink?"

I think about if for a second "Nah, my buddy is getting better. But you know I'll start off with one and probably move upwards" 

"Gotcha, the usual I suppose?" 

"Always" 

"Coming right up!"

I sit down on a chair right in front of the counter next to a blonde I've never seen here before. She must be around, what? 25 something? I get my drink and continue looking at her. 

"Hello, handsome" She says.

"Hello to you too" I say and take a sip out of my drink. 

"What are you doing here?" She says while calling Henry over for an order. 

"My everloving taste for alcohol" I say and raise my drink. 

"Then we have one thing in common" She says and orders a drink. 

I give her a small smirk "So what's your name?" 

"Annabeth" Her drink arrives. 

"Well hello, Annabeth my name is Dean and I do believe we will have a nice time together" I say. 

"Cheers to that"

We continue to talk for a few hours, ordering more drinks and laughing more and more as time moves on. As usual, my tolerance of alcohol stays pretty high, and hers seems to do the same. What I've got to know about her so far is that she is 31 years old, born in Florida and is single. Her hair isn't naturally blonde either, she is a brunette but started dying it blonde by the age of 16 and that just kind of stuck around. I look at the clock and see that it has gotten quite late. 

"Look," I say and place money for my drinks on the counter "I've had a great time today, but I should be going now"

Annabeth picks a piece of paper up from her purse "You should probably call me sometime soon" She winks. 

"I probably should"

I exit the war and see the smoke from my breath when I exhale. The cold air makes me sober up a bit. On the paper she gave me it says "Annabeth Madison" and her number. I start walking home, not thinking about how I'm freezing anymore 

(A/N DON'T WORRY DESTIEL WILL COME SOON ENOUGH HAVE PATIENCE. I TRY TO MAKE THE ACTUAL PART OF IT HAPPENING AS EMOTIONAL AS POSSIBLE)