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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled at her shared disdain, currently, for his dad, “Yeah. I figure he’s already started drinking by now. Between Sam talking his head off and begging to go….he’s definitely already at least one sheet to the wind. No worries for now. And I believe, with that tiny body, you could always hide under the bed.”

He chuckled, picked up the controller to the TV and flicked it on, before throwing himself onto her bed, his hands behind his head.

“Dr. Sexy M.D…a pizza, and you not running off the first chance you get. That sounds peachy. Hell, I might be going off on my own. But what I know is that I’m going to get to the bottom of all of this, and I refuse to let you run off, when we have a lot to talk about…and…I kinda like you, a little bit.”

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Biting her lip with a bright smile behind it, she handed him his soda back, “So, tell me about Sam…”

She started walking, gesturing for him to follow her. Something about him made her curious, and not in a romantic way. She was genuinely curious about this boy. He seemed to be her age. He didn’t seem phased by the life they seemed to live together, and maybe, just maybe, he knew what her mom did for a living that made her move so much.

“I wanna know everything, Mr. Enigma.”, she giggled, acting completely out of her own nature.

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Dean shook his head, “I don’t know, man. I mean…I thought maybe it was a demon, but I’ve never heard of a demon that brands your ass while he rides you out. Whatever it is, it can’t be anything good.”

He ran an exasperated hand down his face with a sigh, “I’m wondering if maybe we could summon this thing. You know, a little razzle-dazzle with every symbol we can find…surely something will pop out of the veil.”

Bobby showed up from behind the wall, waving them both off when Dean turned to him, about to ask for privacy, “Don’t start, princess. I’m in. Maybe there’s word on the street about what’s going on out there. It’s been radio silence…until yesterday. So, demons must be talking. Hell, all the biggest and baddest must be talking.”

Dean nodded, “Yeah. I’ll go with Bobby to figure out what we can find…you go and see what you can suss out of a demon or two. You cool with that?”

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“Um…y-yeah. I’m fine. Um…s-so you know those visions?”, Annabeth started, blinking really fast and then glancing back toward the wall the brothers were standing behind. She shook her head, like shaking off a bad feeling and then turned back to Natalia.

“I um…I died. S-S-Sam was there and the voices…”, she stammered a bit, flexing her hands to further prove to herself that what she was seeing was real, “They said it’s the end. I don’t have visions. I don’t…see…things. I hear them.”

She shrugged, “Maybe it’s nothing."

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled warmly at the joke about her hair and then shrugged, playing into it. He released her, stepping back before they ended up in trouble again. It was the path of least resistance but a path that should be barred if they were going to work together.

“Just stay...that’s all I’m sayin’. It’s my first time alone in a while. The monsters under the bed might get a little rowdy.”

He raised his eyebrows and held out his hands to try and be convincing.

“Plus, I have a cable package. We can handle the business with Mi-...with um ghosts later.”

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“That sounds super familiar.”, she scoffed, looking out toward the parking lot. She noticed the Impala and pointed.

“Your dad even drives the same type car as my mom and her friends. I’m not really allowed to go anywhere with her either. Apparently her job is like...top secret or something.”, and there it was, the connection. The pity for Sam came creeping in, like other kids she had met while traveling. She frowned slightly, having broken her own rule about talking to strangers.

“Hey um...I’m gonna head back. Wanna hang out?”, she asked against her better judgement. She wanted to learn more about this job, but also, she just didn’t wanna be alone. Her pouty blue eyes turned upward from under her hair as she asked, before she reached forward and grabbed his soda, popping it open and taking a drink.

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AnnaBeth and Dean

Dean was surprised by the small kiss but smiled anyway. At least one thing seemed sane, in all this. He followed Sam away from the girls, wanting to reach out and grab the younger, yet much larger man as he pushed them both toward their conversation area. Once there, he placed his hands on his hips.

“What the hell is going on, here, man? I mean...that was a lot. I just came back from Hell and that still made my head hurt.”, he closed his eyes tightly only to open them and peer up at his brother, “Something ripped me out of Hell. And...whatever it was left this.”

He pulled his arm from his jacket, pulling his tshirt sleeve up and revealing the handprint scar.

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AnnaBeth watched Sam walk away, her hands fidgeting as she did so. He looked oddly familiar, on top of everything. But considering she remembered very little about her childhood, even if they had met before...she probably couldn’t pinpoint it. Tearing her eyes away as he disappeared with his brother, she turned to the girls and took a deep breath.

“I’m AnnaBeth...um some people call me Anna. I’m sorry for what happened back there. Believe it or not...that’s new.”

She gave a nervous laugh. Just as she did so, her face went blank as a vision came across her mind. She was in a school, and she couldn’t breathe. The face in front of her, belonging to the person holding her off the ground by her throat, was not familiar. But the voice ringing out her name in the back ground was...

Sam.

She heard a snap, before her mind pulled her out of the vision like a wormhole, whispering the entire time.

“Should have known...Destruction follows the Winchesters...The end. This is the end.”

Coming out of the vision completely, she realized she was breathing heavy and her eyes were burning. Blinking, she looked around at the women. She was still safe...

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Dean stood and grabbed her bag, ripping it from her hand. He then grabbed her arm, his hand sliding down to her own, “I didn’t mean you couldn’t stay…The door is locked. My dad doesn’t know and probably won’t care to check on me. He knows I’m pissed. So, you’re fine here until morning. You’re more likely to be seen out there trying to get your own place…so sit…”

He tossed her bag back onto the floor and pulled her toward him. He then thought about her question, biting the skin on his lip. He shook his head.

“I don’t know what to believe. I mean…I can’t keep living like this, but if there’s some weird cosmic douchery going on, and she’s alive, I feel like the universe owes it to me. But yes…I feel like she’s still around, in one way or another. I’m just not sure what to do with that feeling…”, he pushed a loose hair behind her ear, smirking.

“In the meantime, I guess you’re her ghost…”

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Anna felt his name ring out like a bell. It was the first human contact, outside of her mom and the people they traveled with that she had been privileged to in a long time. She laughed lightly, still checking him over as she stood. She then pushed away from the machine, moving over for Sam, “Three weeks, actually. And judging by the fact that she’s not back yet, I’m assuming mom is dumping me here for another week.”

She smirked and nodded her head about his family, “Families…Don’t you ever wish you could just get away from it all? I mean…are their problems really ours? I think I do…but…here I am. Still eating the same delivery pizza and cheap vending machine food. I guess it’s not that easy to take care of yourself…without hope that someone else is there for you.”

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Dean groaned, shoving the note back into his pocket as he leaned in a little closer, “I’m aware that humans don’t just walk away from Wendigos. I’ve relived it…over…”

He paused and turned around walking back toward the bed a bit, “…and over. But haunting me? She may not be a monster, but dammit Kenz…that would be the cruelest joke the universe has ever friggin’ played on me!”

It was probably true. The world had a funny way of treating him, punishing him. But this was horrid. Wiping a hand down his face, he turned back to her and pointed toward the door, “By the way, judging by the way my dad talked about our last meeting in the car…you might wanna lay low.

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Anna noticed the boy walk up to the machine. She barely turned as she picked up her chips from the machine. Something about his demeanor made her smile when he spoke. She stepped back against the soda machine next to her and looked him over, trying to judge him quickly, “Hey. I’m Anna.”

After watching him for a couple of seconds, she pointed to the machine, “You know…the candy in these things is as old as this dumpy hotel. Might wanna stick to the salty foods.”

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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“I figured…”, he started, before taking a deep breath and sitting on the bed closest to the door. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously and shook his head. He figured Sam wouldn’t stay away for long, which could pose its own issues, “I figured you wouldn’t show, considering how fast you bolted, and how…limited that conversation was on the phone. Sorry about my dad.”

He thought about how to approach his next words as he stared down at his hands. He stood, as nervously as he had sat and pulled the note that was left at the previous hotel, “I called you here, because my dad isn’t planning to go out until after midnight. I can’t sleep, now that we are here…and…well it’s just vampires. We either die, or they do. There’s really no in between or guess work.”

He stepped over to her, and held the note up in front of her face, “…and I wanted to talk about this in person, so there’s no lies. No secrets. I can read your face, and you can tell me everything you know. Either I am being haunted, which poses a whole new kind of hunt, or you’re an escape artist, and she…is still alive.”

His eyes were tearing up as he spoke to her, his lip trembling slightly. A small obsessive glimmer shown behind the green irises as they pleaded with her own.

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Anna stepped out of her room at the hotel, groaning at the idea of living off vending machine food for another week. Her mother moved around from hotel to hotel, combing from town to town to figure out what had happened to her father. She was too young to even remember him, but wore his dog tags around her neck. He was a good man, an honorable man. The house fire was pegged as a freak accident, one that she and her mother barely survived when she was only six months old.

But her mom had never let it go. She had these mysterious people that she spoke to every now and again, moving from town to town in search of...something. Sometimes she came back after a day or so, and they would move to another town. Other times, she would be gone for a few weeks, always coming back seeming older, slightly more scarred than before.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts, she thumbed a few quarters into the snack machine.