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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

There was already a sort of spiteful plan to bring her back, and also bringing Cason back into the story.

Long story short, yes, angels can bring back humans. Lol

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@ActRaiserTheReturned Is anyone ever really dead?

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I edited my post for AB, now that I'm awake after my huge second birthday dinner lol

And yes. I did kill my main character. Oops...

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Thanks guys! It’s been a good day!

I’ll be back in mostly full capacity tomorrow morning, if everyone gets their posts made ❤️

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

As the last of the shampoo fell from her hair, and she asked him to forgive himself, Dean sighed, “You know I can’t just do that. I have to make things right, which…they feel pretty alright, right now. I mean, this is the first time we have had time alone to enjoy…anything, when we weren’t fighting.”

He smirked at the fights they had started with each other while she was Kenos, and even before, when she was Mika. He knew that fighting was just part of her personality, and possibly a part of her personality that was intensified by the attack and survival.

“I’ll try, if you’ll try…”, he finally whispered, running the sponge from her hair, down her back. He gently washed her back off and assessing the extent of her fresher wounds, “But you have to try and forgive yourself for what you’ve done. I’ll do my best to only hold a grudge when I’m really angry, and my words are out of my control…as you know. And you’ll do your best to forgive yourself, and not lie anymore.”

As he finished the sentence, he winced at how it sounded at the end, but also knew that she wouldn’t take it too personally, considering how bad the night could have become. He wrapped both his arms around her waist and pressed her against his chest, “I think you’re clean princess…”

He muttered the words playfully as he leaned back and rested his head on the back ledge of the bath, her against his chest and the world feeling a tiny bit safer, whether the people outside of this house realized it or not.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean flexed his hands, knowing that he probably shouldn’t, but he needed to make sure they still had feeling after all the numbing picking Mika had done to them. He smiled briefly at Mika as she spoke to Esme, approving of her working with her, even briefly.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little worried about this…”, he spoke up, looking down at his bloodied hands, “I mean…I’m top side. I don’t remember a thing. When has that ever gone well for us, trading a good for anything other than a bad?”

Annabeth

Gasping, Annabeth rolled onto her stomach and sat up, giving a few coughs from the blow to her throat as she moved. She heard Sam’s voice from near her, and turned her face to him, her eyes still white as she did so.

“Sam! I’m okay…It’s okay…”, she spoke hoarsely, standing finally, and running toward him, planning to help him with his ropes. As she started running, a force lifted her off her feet, flinging her into the floor. She groaned, attempting to analyze her injuries as she lay there and rolled around. Realizing that she was mostly just winded, and scared, she persevered. Standing to her feet once more, her stubbornness showing through like a beacon, she ran over to Sam, reaching him this time, “They only want me, for some reason. You can get out of here…”

As if it was a reflex, she leaned forward, brushing his hair behind his ear, slowly. Her fingers lingered against his skin as she did so, “It’s okay, Sam…”

She kept her eyes on him for a few seconds, trying to calm him if he was upset at her. But there was work that needed to be done, if she was going to try and save him.

She was saving him. The thought made her almost laugh internally. Shaking herself, she began untying his hands.
The demon stepped into the room, still smiling from ear to ear at his capture of them both. Annabeth had just finished with one of Sam’s hands, loosening the knot around his wrist with a sneer. She wanted him out of here, even if she had to stay behind.

The demon was going off script in not hurting the girl, because screw the angels, that’s why. She was flung once more, only this time, brought to her feet, where she skidded to a stop after a few seconds, feeling partially in control. She held both her hands out, a low scream starting in her throat as she pulled at the demon inside the vessel in front of her. Coughing black smoke, the demon stared at her with fire in his eyes, “You have GOT to be kidding me…”

As the demon taunted her, he walked toward her, closing the gap between them in just a few steps. There, he clapped a hand around her throat, lifting her over his head with a laugh as she struggled, finding no relief in the grip of her captor. What happened next was unexpected and so fast, as if done out of pure rage. The hand around her throat began to tighten as she fought against the hands.

“Sam…”, she choked out. Before a deafening crack filled the room, and her arms fell limp.

"That...was...easier than expected.", the demon laughed, throwing her limp body to Sam's feet without mercy. He then stepped toward the younger Winchester, "Now...what about you?"

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean squeezed a bit of the shampoo onto the top of her head, not quite sure how much to use. He then began gently lathering, trying to make sure if she had any wounds on her head that he didn’t irritate them further. He also couldn’t help leaning down to kiss along the back of her neck, in spite of the soap that ended up in his mouth.

He smiled softly against the back of her neck, “If I’m honest, I didn’t expect to be this calm. But you also know I have always come to bat for you, regardless of how bad it hurt or I had to hurt someone…to think that I have hurt you…”

He choked down the pain in his throat that threatened tears again.

“You have done some horrible shit. But…I’m so sorry about what happened when we were in Minnesota a couple of years ago. I dream about it every night…and now that I know, I can’t…”

He shuddered and kissed her shoulder again, picking up the sponge and pouring water over her head to begin rinsing the shampoo out.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@Wolvena@Chulance Thank you lovelies!!!!

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

As she stepped into the tub, he sighed in relief a bit that she wasn’t protesting about him helping her. He pulled his own knees up to his chest, making sure she had plenty of room. Before she could even dip the sponge into the water, he took it from her, “I mean, where else would I be?”

He squeezed the sponge above her head, wetting her hair down for shampooing. After wetting her hair, he slowly picked leaves and twigs from it, flicking them onto the floor outside the tub. He brought the sponge up and wiped the dried dirt from her forehead, and nose

“Turn around here…”, he whispered, gently turning her by her shoulders, making sure to clutch her to his chest as he helped her move, “It’s hard to wash this mane of hair with you all the way over there. And your back looks pretty sore…”

He reached around for the nearest shampoo bottle he could find, while trying to find the courage to ask questions. But she seemed more relaxed, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

“Feeling any better?”, he asked gently.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

He listened to her explanation for the hunt, wanting to chime in about not going alone to hunts, regardless of how easy they are supposed to be. But, then again…after hunting with her on a few trips since the accident, he knew she wouldn’t be too happy with him asserting that she couldn’t fend for herself.

Followed her into the bathroom, stepping up behind her as she looked into the mirror. He ran his fingers over her back lightly, now that the light was showing a bit more of the damage from the hunt. He kissed her shoulder lightly, before stepping around her to the bathtub. He turned the hot water on, adding a bit of cold to make sure she didn’t end up scorched.

“I think I’m going to stay…”, he muttered, taking off his jacket. He tossed it into the doorway followed by his t-shirt, “You look like crap. I feel like crap…and my dad’s mad at me.”

He shrugged his shoulders, while unbuckling his belt, “…C’mon…”

He then kicked toed his boots off his feet, stripping the rest of his pants off and climbed into the bathtub. It wasn’t the most effective method of bathing, but he was going to inevitably end up wet, anyway, if he was assisting.

“But no funny business.”, he chuckled, splashing a bit of water up onto his head to wet his hair.