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NATALIA

As much as Nat wanted Cason to stay home away from the new threat that was Duke's rage, she knew it was the right thing to do to go after him and bring him home. She knew Mika would want him home and he deserved to say goodbye to her properly if they convinced Dean to burn her body. She looked up again when Cason came over to her and she listened to his words, reassuring her that he was going to come back. As he leaned in and kissed her deeply, she kissed him back, closing her eyes causing a couple more tears to fall before Cason pulled away and wiped away her tears. She let the feeling of his forehead on hers to linger as she looked at him, knowing the look he was giving her. ā€œI know you willā€ she whispered to him, to show she did indeed understand the look he was giving her before letting him go and find Duke. When he disappeared, she let out a breath, hoping that Cason and eventually Esme could bring Duke back from the edge of whatever suicide mission he had bolted to. She didn't know Duke as well as the others did, but she still liked him and he always had made Mika happy, which made Natalia happy. He was also always so nice to her and didn't judge her for her outbursts. So she wanted him to come home.

She barely had a moment to register that Cason had momentarily popped back in the room when he had taken Esme to what she presumed was Duke's location. If he had come back for Esme then there was still hope that Duke could be brought back alive, so she forced herself to focus on the others left in the room and finally seeing that Dean let himself mourn and accept the facts. As much as he terrified her, she felt so sorry for him seeing him feeling this hurt and distressed. She watched as Dean just crumbled on Sam, crying uncontrollably into Sam's shoulder as he gripped onto him tightly, and Sam held him tightly in place, feeling glad that his brother was finally letting it all out. Nat glanced over at Anna as she spoke up about getting a bed ready for Dean so he could rest up, thinking it was a good idea. Dean needed to get this grief properly out of his system alone and not by sitting beside Mika's body in the panic room. ā€œI'll bring the ice packā€ she told Anna, wanting to help them get Dean upstairs. She unwrapped herself from the throw and got off the couch, power walking to the kitchen and opening the freezer to grab one of Bobby's ice packs he always kept in there with the frozen veg bags that Mika had always insisted he have. Any other time she would have grimaced at the frozen broccoli, but she didn't even give it a second glance this time. Her brother needed her and Sam and that's all she could think about right now.

Walking back into the room, she stood in front of both her brothers, looking up at Sam. ā€œLet's get him upstairs, I'll helpā€ she told him, getting a nod in response as she led the way to the stairs and up the staircase.

SAM

Sam kept a tight hold on Dean as he got onto his feet, seeing and feeling how unsteady Dean was on his feet. ā€œI got youā€ he told him softly, letting Dean just take in all their other words. He knew that Dean would want to argue their requests but he also saw how much weaker Dean was after the fight with Duke and he just didn't have the energy to argue. Only able to finally agree to burning Mika's body. He held Dean close to him as Dean finally broke down, letting himself feel all the pain and grief he had been holding back these last three days. He let Dean just sob onto his shoulder, grip onto the back of his shirt, anything to just let it all out. ā€œLet it out brotherā€¦I got youā€ he cooed before looking past Dean's shoulder to Anna when he heard her words break through the silence. ā€œThanks Annaā€ he replied, then glanced over at Natalia who offered to get the ice pack. He gave her a soft sympathetic smile to say thanks for helping, knowing how much she was scared moments ago, but still being able to be a sister to Dean.

He waited for Natalia to come back with the ice pack then when he thought Dean was ready to move, he began the slow careful walk towards the staircase and helped him up, letting Natalia always be two steps ahead of them both. He knew it would be risky taking Dean into Mika's room, but he also figured Anna would take care of any triggers for Dean so he could focus solely on resting up. Once at the door to the room, he paused for a moment so Natalia could open it for him, letting them in and he brought Dean to the bed, laying him down. He let Natalia step up and hand Anna the ice pack so she could play nurse. ā€œNeed either of us to stay with you to help?ā€ Sam asked Anna, hating seeing his brother in such a state. He watched as Nat perched on the edge of the bed and took Dean's bloodied hand into her own without saying a single word. Just wanting to give him some kind of comfort as the baby sister. It brought the tiniest of smiles to Sam's face seeing Nat wanting to be there for Dean.

ā€œSomething tells me Nat wants to stay hereā€ he remarked to Anna, with Natalia nodding and looking at them both. ā€œI doā€¦I wanna be here for himā€ she commented.
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Anna and Dean


Dean cried quietly into Samā€™s shoulder as everyone seemed to be preparing to get him cleaned up, around him. He barely even heard them as they spoke, through the roaring in his head as a lot of hard truths sunk in. Dean unwrapped his arms from Sam as he felt him begin to walk after a few moments, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he tried to help his brother with his own weight. Dean was exhausted, and he was emotionally spent. He honestly felt like he was going to pass out from a mixture of lack of sleep, the fight, and finally getting his emotions out of his system. But he took each step slowly.

Anna stepped back into the bathroom, when she heard Nat and Sam bringing Dean up the stairs. She took an extra towel out of the small linen closet, and quickly wetted it under the bathroom faucet, before stepping back out into the room, just as they walked through the door. As she expected, the second that Sam lowered Dean onto the bed, Dean basically passed out, and Anna sighed sadly, dropping her shoulders.

ā€œPoor guy.ā€ She sighed, turning to look up at Sam as Nat picked up Deanā€™s hand and Sam asked if she wanted them to stay. Anna shrugged her shoulders, walking to the small dressing chair Bobby kept in the corner of the room, by the window. She picked it up, and turned it where Sam could straddle the back the way that he preferred. She sat it down on the floor and patted the seat, ā€œThen why donā€™t we all stay for him. Until Duke comes home, I think we should focus on keeping Dean sane and restingā€¦ā€

Anna didnā€™t like taking control of situations, especially after what had happened with Dean, but she couldnā€™t just let him bleed and suffer because she was angry with him. Whether he saw her as family or not, she was his family. Anna unfolded the towel in her hand and she stepped up to the bed, sitting on the edge near Deanā€™s head. She reached across and began cleaning the blood from his nose, forehead and cheeks. As she wiped the damp towel across his busted eyebrow, he opened his eyes and frowned, ā€œAnna?ā€

ā€œShh. Be still. Iā€™m gonna clean you up.ā€ Anna stopped him, shaking her head. Dean scanned her face and his own melted into sadness all over again, but Anna shook her head once again. ā€œDonā€™t even think about apologizing while you look like this. I want you in your right mind before you bother with groveling.ā€

Anna smirked softly, brushing the wet rag over the last of the blood near Deanā€™s ear. She gave his earlobe a slight tug, and shrugged her shoulders, watching as he seemed to almost smile before closing his eyes. Anna brushed the wet towel over his neck, cleaning up the drips of blood that had trickled down, and then reached across, handing the towel to Natalia.

ā€œIf you want to clean up his hands, Iā€™m about to start working on his face. He doesnā€™t need stitches. A few butterflies and an ice pack and he should be alright. But heā€™s gonna sleep like a rock and be sore tomorrow. I would ask if we should undress him, but he looks like dead weight right now.ā€ Anna explained. She reached her hands down and lifted Deanā€™s t-shirt up, brushing her fingers over his stomach gently, trying not to wake him as she checked for any sign of bruises or pain. Other than some bruising on his elbows, knuckles and probably his knees, he seemed pretty unharmed. ā€œI think heā€™ll be alright until he can shower tomorrow.ā€

Anna opened the first aid kit, and she pulled a hand full of butterfly bandages and some ointment. She then started to work on Deanā€™s eyebrow, which seemed to be the worst wound.

Cason and Duke


Cason sighed and gritted his teeth so hard he thought they would shatter out of his mouth when Esme instantly uttered the words he was hoping she wouldnā€™t. Of course she wasnā€™t going to do anything he was asking of her. It was the way of practically every human he had come in contact with in this dysfunctional little self sacrificing mess of a family. He almost reached his hand up to choke her, but remembered that it wasnā€™t the way he handled his problems anymore. So, instead, he closed his eyes and let an angry sigh leave his nose as he contemplated his next words to convince her not to run the clock out on Duke, by arguing with Cason.

ā€œFine. Fine you canā€¦ā€ Cason paused, looking around as he tore his eyes away from Esmeā€™s and attempted to find some way that she could go in with him safely. But the longer he scanned the building, he couldnā€™t find a single way to guarantee her safety. Her next words took him off guard, and he turned his eyes down to look at her once again, furrowing his brow at the mental image of Nat even getting herself into a situation like the one Duke was in. He didnā€™t even want to fathom the things he would do to get her out alive, and unfortunately, Esme had found his weak spot, ā€œI would kill every single one of them in five secondsā€¦and I would bring her home.ā€

He sighed, and glanced around the warehouse once again, pointing to the demons that hadnā€™t seen or heard them yet, perched around one of the entrances, ā€œIā€™ll need you to fight your way in. I wonā€™t be able to save you, if Iā€™m trying to pull him out. So, donā€™t get overwhelmed or knocked down. Take out as many as you can, and meet me inside the door, quietly, in the dark, until I can take care of the rest. Mess this up and you die. I donā€™t know any other way to explain it to youā€¦ā€

Without saying another word, Cason disappeared, and he reappeared in the warehouse, directly in front of the head demon. Cason stepped out of the shadows and Dukeā€™s eyes instantly flashed with fear as he recognized him, and began to glance around for Esme. Cason snapped his fingers at Duke, causing his eyes to turn back to his, and Cason simply shook his head, telling Duke that he wasnā€™t stupid enough to have brought Esme with himā€¦at least inside.

ā€œCason. I never thought Iā€™d see you with my own two eyes again. Wow.ā€ The demon in front of Duke called to Cason as he stepped into the light with a smirk.

ā€œYeah, yeah. Lilith wants my head on a pike. We can skip the chit chat. Iā€™m here for the Cowboy.ā€ Cason quipped across the room, his voice echoing off the walls, almost as clearly as the laugh that followed.

ā€œSee, he came for us. I figure heā€™s fair game. The Winchesters would understandā€¦and wait a second.ā€ The demon released Duke, stepping forward while pointing the long silver blade in his hand at Cason. Cason didnā€™t flinch or move, still smirking, ā€œWhy would the Winchesters send a demon to pick up their strays? Which one of the hot little pieces are you rolling with, hmm? The blonde one? No. The tall drink of water? See last I saw, she wasā€¦ā€

Duke growled, and the demon chuckled as Casonā€™s eyes darted to Dukeā€™s teary eyes and Cason shook his head.

ā€œThe sister? Ohā€¦oh this is good. This is real good. Two Winchesters bedding down with demons. Wonā€™t Hell just be tickledā€¦ā€Ā 

ā€œYou know. You always did talk too much, Sal. So, why donā€™t we get this overwith. You and me. I win, Cowboy comes with me. You win? Well, the Winchesters have a couple more bodies to burn.ā€ Cason offered, holding his hands out to his sides. The demon spun the blade around his hand, causing Cason to watch every move of the bright silver. ā€œWhat do you say old buddy?ā€

ā€œDeal.ā€ Sal growled, and rushed forward, swinging and missing Casonā€™s face by centimeters. Without missing a beat, Cason caught his hand, turned the blade with a crack of Salā€™s wrist and shoved it through his sternum with a bright light and a scream from Salā€™s burning body. Casonā€™s eyes widened, and he stared at the blade for a few seconds. Another weapon that could kill demons?

Footsteps alerted him that demons were moving in. So, he dropped Salā€™s body and turned, slicing two demons throats before they could fully approach him. From across the room, he could hear Duke fighting his own battles, demons being killed. So, he decided to turn and back his way toward Duke. The mission was to get Duke out of here, not to kill every demon in the building. As soon as he and Duke touched, their shoulders bumping together, the demons stopped coming, realizing that they had no weapons to use against Cason and Duke bothā€¦who had weapons that could fully kill demons.

ā€œDonā€™t you smoke out nowā€¦Cā€™mon!ā€ Cason screamed at them, but the remaining six demons began tilting their heads back, smoking out of their bodies with a chorus of screams. With a growl, Cason stepped forward, chopping one of their heads off. And then it was quiet as the bodies dropped to the ground around Cason and Duke.Ā 

Cason turned to Duke, expecting him to just come with him, ā€œLetā€™s go.ā€

ā€œNo!ā€ Duke screamed out of nowhere, turning his exhausted teary eyes up to Casonā€™s face as he pulled the knife out in front of his body, pointing at Casonā€™s chest.

ā€œDukeā€¦I promised them I would bring you home, and I will bring you home, one way or another. I donā€™t want to hurt you.ā€ Cason explained slowly, and Duke simply chuckled. Cason held the blade out in front of himself, and dropped it to the sandy floor at his feet, holding his empty hands up. ā€œI donā€™tā€¦want to hurt you.ā€
ā€œWell thatā€™s the mistake right there, ainā€™t it. Iā€™m DONE losing people. Iā€™m DONE runninā€™. And Iā€™m real sick and tired of beinā€™ savedā€¦ā€ Duke choked out, his voice rising as he spoke and distraught tears falling down his cheeks, over his nose and off the tip of his chin. Cason nodded and kept his hand out toward Duke.

ā€œI know. As a demon, youā€™re not gonna believe me, but I know. I know that right now, this feels hopeless. You just lost the one person who believed in you, no matter what. She was the one person who never pointed out your faults, she never picked you last, even when it came to Dean. I knowā€¦ā€ Cason attempted to explain, stepping forward slowly. He placed that outstretched hand on Dukeā€™s shoulder, and Duke reacted immediately, stabbing the knife into Casonā€™s stomach with a sob. Duke quickly removed the blade as Cason sparked a few times and stepped back with a gasp, holding the open and sparking wound.

ā€œNO! You donā€™t get to talk about her!ā€ Duke screamed, rushing Cason. He tackled Cason to the ground and pointed the knife down at Casonā€™s face, trying to force the tip into his eye socket. Cason grabbed both his hands, resisting as they both growled loudly, Dukeā€™s growls a sob of mixed emotions. Cason almost managed to flip Duke, but in the process, Duke buried the knife deep into Casonā€™s shoulder, causing Cason to scream, echoing through the warehouse as he sparked, his skeleton showing behind the brilliant gold. Duke removed the blade and held it in his hand, so tight that his knuckles were white.
Duke leaned back, beating at his forehead a couple of times as he growled out a regretful sob and Cason took the opportunity, throwing a heavy punch that landed against Dukeā€™s temple, knocking him almost completely out. Duke slumped over onto the dusty floor, the knife still clutched in his fist as Cason gasped for air, growling between ragged breaths. This felt nice and familiarā€¦

Duke groaned, rolling onto his back as Cason rolled over onto his stomach, standing from the ground as quickly as he could. Now on his feet, Cason stepped away from Duke, trying to put some distance between himself and Rubyā€™s knife while his wounds began to slowly heal.

ā€œIā€™mā€¦Iā€™m takingā€¦ā€ He inhaled a breath, barely able to fully breathe in, and then spit some blood onto the floor. ā€œIā€™m t-taking you home.ā€

ā€œNoā€¦ā€ Duke groaned, slowly rising to his knees and then his feet. He stumbled, but stood on confident feet as he squared up. ā€œKill me. Letā€™s go.ā€

ā€œIā€™m not going to kill you and I donā€™t want to hurt you, kid. Thereā€™s a girl who is likely about to walk through that door and she wouldā€¦wellā€¦she wouldnā€™t survive that. Iā€™m done losing people too....ā€

Duke punched Cason across the face, breaking his nose instantly, which Cason reacted to by punching Duke in the stomach, doubling him up before connecting an uppercut to his chin, knocking him completely back like a tree falling in the forest. But as soon as Duke hit the ground, he rolled onto his stomach, coughed, and began to rise again, causing Cason to sigh and roll his eyes.

ā€œStay down. Iā€™m not going to kill you, idiot.ā€ Cason groaned, standing over Duke. Duke swiped the knife from the ground as he stood to his shaky legs and turned to swipe it at Casonā€™s throat. Cason tilted his head back and the blade barely missed but somehow ended up lodged in his thigh, straight to the bone. With a growl, Cason started to reach for the blade, trying to take control, but Duke grabbed it first, twisting and pulling it from Casonā€™s thigh. Cason reached out, catching Dukeā€™s wrist and snapping it with one flick of his own. Duke cried out, the knife slipping from his hand. Cason caught the knife, and quickly pulled Duke to his chest, jamming the tip of Rubyā€™s knife into Dukeā€™s chin, small drops of blood pouring down the sides.

ā€œThe next round? Iā€™ll break both your legs. Youā€™re human. That armā€™s gonna take long enough.ā€ Cason growled in Dukeā€™s ear, his eyes black and his head holding Dukeā€™s still on the tip of the blade. Duke whimpered, trying to pull away, but Casonā€™s other hand reached around, caging Duke to his body, while putting pressure on his broken wrist. ā€œStop it!ā€

ā€œJust k-kill me!ā€ Duke cried out, nudging his own chin against the tip of the blade, but Cason turned the blade, pressing the sharp edge against his throat instead. Cason nudged himself a little closer to Dukeā€™s ear, and softened his voice.

ā€œIā€™m not going to do that. You have people who love youā€¦still. There are people at that house who are depending on me to bring you home. I know this hurts. I know that everything in your body is screaming at you to run away, to do something stupid. But would your sister want you to tear yourself apart and get yourself killed because she died? Weā€¦will kill Lilith.ā€ Cason almost cooed in Dukeā€™s ear, feeling the poor guy nearly melting in his arms from grief. As he felt him relax, he kept the knife in place, but loosened his grip on Dukeā€™s broken arm, ā€œI will stand there with youā€¦side by side if thatā€™s what you want. I will hold her, while you drive this blade through her heart. But I will NOT let you dieā€¦here. I will not kill you and I will not let you continue down this path, because they need you. Esmeā€¦needs you. As much as youā€™re angry with your brother, he just lost the love of his life.ā€

ā€œThey donā€™t need me. They got each other.ā€ Duke whimpered, now nearly limp against Casonā€™s chest.Ā 

ā€œAnd they donā€™t need another loss. None of them. Dean barely made it out of that room by the skin of his teeth. Your sisterā€¦she died. Sam fried half his brain killing Alastair and may be hanging on by a thread. Anna is trying to take care of everyone and hold them together. Youā€™re the only oneā€¦the ONLY one that managed to come out of this situation fullyā€¦human and whole with someone on your side. Iā€™m bringing you back as close to that as I can. I have to, man.ā€ Cason whispered to Duke, and for the first time, Cason heard an emotion come out of Duke that wasnā€™t just rage screams and growls. He whimpered, and then a sob broke from his chest, deflating him as Cason loosened the hold on his neck. Cason shifted his arm, wrapping his arm around Dukeā€™s neck to hug him to his body, ā€œThere you go. Esme?! A little help?!ā€

ā€œI donā€™t know what to doā€¦ā€ Duke sobbed, and Cason nodded against the side of his head.

ā€œI know. And thatā€™s where the others come in. Let themā€¦let them help you. Come back with me, and let them help. I got youā€¦ā€ Cason cooed to him, and even though Duke wasnā€™t entirely sure why, he tilted his head back on Casonā€™s shoulder and just cried, no more fighting. Cason sighed with relief, and just let him for a few moments before shifting his body to drape one of Dukeā€™s arms over his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. The poor guy was almost limp with exhaustion and grief. But at least he was going home, and Esme wouldnā€™t have to burn his body along side of Mikaā€™sā€¦

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