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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvena Well they will be back together traveling around to the seals, but there are things that have to be cemented…like Castiel and the army of angels roaming around. Lol

So, I figure the best two to deal with the first angel stuff and for them to know about Anna’s condition would be Natalia and Esme. Gives substance to post for, too lol

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvena I'm loving your posts as well.
I have something big planned for Anna, that's gonna be kinda sad for a second, but it involves the note Ruby left. There will be plenty to reply to with that, once I figure out which angle I wanna play with it.

The next move for Sam and Anna is supposed to be a milk run with a demon. I figure they will be alone, and we're going to shotgun the shit out of it (pretty quick posting between Furie and myself) to get through it if Natalia and Esme want to hang back, or maybe try and find a different hotel...all things considered.

The Castiel coming to them arc is going to happen pretty fast. Anyone want me to bring Samael to them? Natalia and Esme, I mean?

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

1.5 years later

John pulled the Impala to the side of the road, near a bridge and caused Dean to jolt forward with a groan.

“What the hell do you mean you want to leave?!”, he screamed as he shut the car off, opening his door to get out. Dean panicked, stepping out of the Impala to try and intercept his dad before he could reach Sam. He grabbed John the second he stepped out and started for the backseat door.

“Dad that’s enough! We can talk about this! As a family. We can talk about all of it, but you’re not touching him.”, Dean screamed, echoing through the empty darkness. John shrugged his arm off, raising a fist as if to punch Dean, “Do it, if it’ll make you feel better. But we’re going to talk about this…”

“If he wants to go to college, he can find one…while working. He doesn’t get to run away. That’s never been an option. This is the life. The job is HIS life.”, John screamed back, his rational brain obviously shut off by Sam’s request to be dropped off, for good, “And you…I don’t want to hear from you about how much this family means to you, after you specifically went against what I asked you to do with that girl. She poisoned your mind! “

Dean sighed, knowing that the attack was going to be on one of them or the other. He would rather it be him, than Sam.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean was shivering, the memory of digging himself from his grave flooding back into his head as the familiar sound pierced his ears. His ears were both bleeding, a small drip landing on Mika’s hand as she pulled him up. He groaned under her, trying to shake himself out of the intrusive thoughts enough to speak.

“I um…That was the same thing that happened to me at the gas station…”, he whispered, looking down at all the glass in both his and Mika’s hands and arms. He grabbed her hands, looking them over, “Oh no. Your hands…”

He was in shock, his hands shivering so hard that he could barely hold onto her hand, showing the trauma he was able to push down most of the time. He looked up at Bobby with questioning eyes.

“My guess? Whatever pulled you out is trying to get you back for some reason.”, Bobby replied, his face sympathetic, “The girls can clean up here…why don’t we go find out what this thing is? Take a second to get yourself together.”

Bobby knew not to baby Dean. Hell, he was the one who taught the boy to push down his emotions, if they got in the way, until he was drunk.

“I’ll go wait in the car.”, he muttered, crunching over the glass in the hall as he walked toward the door.

Annabeth and Ruby

Ruby quickly exited the diner, her boots clacking on the floor as she disappeared into the darkness without a single word more. Annabeth turned back to Sam, staring up at him and then at the paper.

“She seemed nice enough. At this point, I’m not really surprised that people don’t want to be around me. I almost killed my boyfriend.”, she muttered, shrugging her shoulders a bit. She smirked, and pointed at the paper, “Didn’t she want us to go…there?”
Her eyes faded to white suddenly as a small rumble was felt under their feet. It was a reaction she had no control over, as she looked toward the hotel. Flashes hit her mind, more flashes of a school, a man in a trench coat, black eyes, and then blood.

Gasping, she came out of the visions, and her eyes changed back to normal, “Um…Sorry…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother saying he’d be fine. He knew Sam would hold a bit of contempt, especially if this girl turned up dead or harmed. But, it was a risk he had to take for Sam’s well being. It was always Sam…

He looked up at Kenzi, and shrugged his shoulders, “I mean. Yeah. I’m fine.”

However, as he looked at her, he noticed that had bruised her chest. The bruise almost jumped out and slapped him in the face, causing him to grit his teeth and clinch his jaw. He wiped a hand down his face and shook his head, leaning both hands on the table to stabilize himself, “I’ll be fine.”

Within a couple of hours of sitting drowning them both out with his thoughts, Dean found himself collapse on his bed, asleep. He awoke to a pain in his stomach. Guilt. Probably from a dream, or rather nightmare about the altercation from earlier in the night. He sighed, running a hand down his face and stared over at Kenzi’s bed.

“Dammit Dean…”, he whispered to himself, reaching a hand up under his pillow to make sure his gun was still secure, before slipping out of his bed. He gently stepped over, lowering himself carefully into her bed, without looking around the room. He raised her blanket, and slipped his legs under, curling himself up around her and drifting off to sleep again, his face buried in her hair.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nodded and smiled, trying to relieve the tension with his brother before he was trapped in a hotel room with him all night. He shrugged his shoulders, walking close to Sam, “I was going to say ‘if she wants to’, but…sure. She can stay. It’s not like I’ve never slept on a couch before.”

His eyes wandered over to Kenzi’s as they began to see lights breaking through the trees, signaling they were close to being out of the woods. Cars were peeling out of the parking lot, he assumed to go an search for the missing girl, John was talking about. They were looking for Anna.

A pang of guilt crept back up into the pit of his stomach as he remembered her face, Sam’s face, and the look of excitement and worth leaving both of their faces before she ran out into the night, and into her likely demise. Shaking his head, he gritted his teeth for a few seconds, “Let’s go. We have cold pizza in the room.”

Leading them across the parking lot, careful to make sure the hunters had cleared the area, they ended up at the door of his hotel room. He hadn’t locked up, in the chaos of their search and rescue. He swung the door open, walking into the room while turning to Sam.

“Sammy. You gonna be okay, man?”, he asked, his eyes traveling to Kenzi’s and then back to Sam’s, as if to ask them both. He almost felt bad for her, too…almost.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvena I was asking because my mom swears wearing a hat is why my grandfather went bald lol
I'm super scared to do it, but at the same time, I feel a sense of rebellion. My hair has always been such a defining thing for me...from my natural red, to blonde, to blue, to pink, to back to blue, to lime green, back to blue, and now whatever color this red, brown, blonde combo is lol

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

This is random, but I feel the need to share:

My hair is damaged from using a lightener that was too strong, while trying to redo my blue hair.

Has anyone ever shaved their head? Will wearing a beanie all the time stop hair from growing? I've never even considered it, but I'm kinda wanting to lol

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

So, Furie will be back in the morning, as usual. I hope everyone is having a good day and stuff. <3. Things are about to get exciting, with the two stories going off on their own. it seems everyone has picked a car to ride in lol

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shoved Sam forward at his and Kenzi’s words, stepping out the door behind him. He allowed him to have his space, but kept his eyes square on the back of his baby brother’s head. A million thoughts went through his own head as they walked. What if Sam had run away? What if he had been successful? What if he had’ve died? What if this girl was leading him into some weird trap?

He shook the thoughts from his head, brushing shoulders with Kenzi as he walked close to her as well. He pulled his phone from his pocket, and dialed his dad. John picked up on the first ring, causing Dean to clench his teeth.

“Dean? Sam’s…”

“Missing? Nah. He’s with me, Dad.”, Dean answered, trying to sound casual and cheery behind his shaky voice. He faked a smile to make it sound more authentic, “You know how he is. He met some nerdy kid, and they ended up getting some drinks and chilling in the courtyard…”

“Really, Dean? Because I’ve searched this entire motel. There’s a girl missing. Her mother is terrified. I was going to go out and help her look for the girl, but I couldn’t find either of you. Where are you?”, John spoke quickly, telling Dean he was packing a bag of tools to go out on his own.

“We took a walk before it got dark and got a bit…tangled up in the woods. We’re fine. We’re actually headed back, now. If this is something you think you can handle, Dad…I can stay with Sammy.”

“Sam doesn’t need a babysitter. But, considering the company, it might not be the worst idea for you to hang back. Have you had any sleep?”, John asked, slinging his bag onto his back as he exited the hotel room, and nodded at a hunter outside.

“Um…no. That’s what I was thinking. He seems pretty beat. I figured we would just turn in for the night. I have plenty of room.”, Dean lied, glancing back up at the back of Sam’s head. He softened his face, still feeling a pang of guilt as they walked, “Check in, you hear?”

“I will. Don’t leave the motel on foot. We don’t know what’s going on here…”, John finished, before hanging up the phone. Dean sighed deeply, speeding up enough to slap the back of his hand against Sam’s back.

“You’re clear…And you’re staying with me."