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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Annabeth

Cason released Esme as they landed, his face turning to concern when she seemed to be ill from the teleport. He wasn’t used to taking humans along with him, as he hadn’t done so in a while…well not full blooded humans, that is.

“I’m sorry…”, he muttered as she stepped away from him and sat down. He continued to stare at her, with concern, until Sam spoked up and he rolled his eyes, glaring back at him, “I’m not being bossy. I’m being proactive. We have work to do…”

He ignored the thanks for the food, or even that he was speaking about eating before they left, although it caused a small eye roll. He then turned his attention to Annabeth, pointing a finger at her.

“Can we talk? Bring your food if you want, but I need to talk to you.”, he almost whispered to her, trying to keep his annoyance at a level that was less threatening.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow behind her sunglasses, turning her face to Sam before back to Cason and then gave a small nod. She knew that they needed to talk about everything that had happened, considering how fast their lives had changed in less than two days. They went from a couple that hung out with their friends, and shared an apartment, to strangers.

She stood, holding her sandwich in her hand as she followed him toward the door. Taking a bite of her sandwich, she stepped through the door as he opened it. He then closed it behind her and stepped up close, so she knew where he was.

“Is there anything that I can say, that will make you leave, right now?”, he asked her, as she munched on her sandwich. She shook her head at him and he sighed, “I get it, some weird connection is happening with you and Sam Winchester. But you have to understand that he’s going to get you killed. He gets everyone killed. He already got you killed!”

“He didn’t…”, she muttered, between bites, shaking her head at him. He lightly stomped his foot in frustration, and placed his hands on his hips.

“There are things coming that they don’t understand. They are things you can’t possibly comprehend. Now, I’m not leaving, if you’re not leaving, but I need you…to go.”, he begged her, which caused her to frown visibly.

“I’m not leaving him, Cason. I’m not leaving any of them. If I’m some sort of weapon…or some sort of key to something, I want to be with people who won’t hide from it. They accept me. They don’t lie to me…”, as she spoke to him, his face melted into regret but understanding.

“I’m sorry, I lied to you. I’ll tell you what I know, when you’re ready to hear it.”, he explained softly. He was disappointed when she just simply nodded, standing as if she just wanted to go back into the room. He sighed and reached behind him, opening the door for them to enter, as the others should have been finishing up their meals by then.

Annabeth stepped back over to Sam, reaching a hand out and running it along his shoulder for support as she sat back down beside him, causing Cason to run a hand down his face in frustration.

“Well, if we can head to Sioux Falls, now…that would be great. One of my guys mentioned something, earlier at the diner, about more angels coming down. I don’t know if they are with you, or against you…but I would figure you would want to be with your Bobby Singer, when they come. He seems to be at least competent…”, Cason rambled, before reaching down and picking up Esme’s hand, “Are you okay?”

Dean Winchester

Dean pushed back against the visions he was having, and brought a shaky hand up to get a drink of coffee. He turned around and slowly stepped back into the living room, grabbing his laptop off one of the tables almost silently. Until Sam arrived, he didn’t really have much to say. He wanted his brother, within arms reach, to be safe.

He stepped back into the kitchen and sat at the table, flipping the laptop open and sitting his coffee cup down on the table top. As he pecked away at the computer, a few things popped up, on church websites. There were people who had seen things, they couldn’t explain. Faith healers popping up in random cities, shooting stars with no sign of rubble after they hit the earth, and the demon omens were few and far between over the entire Earth. The angels were clearly scaring the demons.

Printing a few of the articles to the printer behind Bobby, he clicked over to another tab and began looking at the more brutal books of the bible, and interpretations of those parts. He sighed when he came to Lucifer, staring at a painting, and trying to figure out why it struck him in a strange place in his chest. The painting almost made him nauseated. He remembered Hell. He had never seen Lucifer, only Alastair. It had always been Alastair.

“Printed off a few news stories for you to look at…”, he muttered across the room to Bobby. Bobby barely looked up from his book, turning and grabbing the pages off the printer behind him. As he shuffled through them, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are you insinuating that the demons are running? Why would demons run from angels, if they have always known about each other?”, Bobby asked. Dean shrugged his shoulders, peering at Bobby over the top of the computer.

“Maybe they’ve never met on a plane that they are equals? Or…maybe…angels can kick their asses on earth?”, Dean replied, which caused Bobby’s eyes to widen, “But the angels are most definitely not on our side. So, it seems like we’re screwed in the middle…again…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled at Mika putting on Bon Jovi. She knew him so well. Bon Jovi was a comfort band for him, when things seemed to be going south. He tapped his fingers on his knee, handing her M&M’s when she asked for them, while stuffing his mouth with salty snacks, as well. Maybe the drive wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

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As they arrived to the mansion, Dean looked up at it through the windshield, almost bending in half to get a good look at the place. He placed his hands on the dashboard and scoffed with a “huh…”

“This place looks like the beginning of a horror movie…”, he muttered, when Mika spoke up. He leaned back in his seat for a second, before reaching for the door handle, “I mean, more than usual, for us.”

Stepping out of the car, he ran around to the back of the car to meet her, and grab his own bag. They nearly banged heads as they dipped into the oversized trunk to grab both their gear. Dean slung his bag over his shoulder quickly, and pulled his military grade flashlight out of the side pocket, flicking it on. He took a deep breath and turned to Mika, holding the flashlight under his face with a wide smile.

“It was a daaaaark and stormy night…”, he started, chuckling with the words, “And a beautiful girl stepped out of her rumble monster car, looking for a view into the afterlife…”

He laughed, waggling his eyebrows at her, with the flashlight still shining under his chin.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean bit his lip, reaching out for the door and closing it as Mika stepped into the drivers seat. He was glad that they were getting moving, as he couldn’t stand much more of socializing at this time…even from afar. When she caught onto what was bothering him, he cleared his throat and nodded his head, thinking about Sam’s few hunts he had been on, and how well he did. He continued nodding, glancing over at her, “I know he will be. He’s tougher than I ever was…”

At the words, he cleared his throat once more and opened his Pork Rinds, taking a bite with a small smile. He knew Sam would be safe wherever he was, and that most things they hunted wouldn’t be near him, as they were usually more concerned with John. Sam was better off without them both.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, before cheering, “Ghosts in Minnesota!”

Supernatural - After The End

So, the basic idea here is that Lucifer has been released from his cage. Michael has been up to some bullshit on earth, while trying to find and keep a temporary vessel. During said bullshit, he played "husband" to a woman that he had stolen her husband's body, by promising to protect her and her kids. What he didn't know, or didn't think about, was the fact that having sex with a human, even while undercover, makes scary things.

That scary thing is: The Nephilum.

So, now there's a baby coming, while the apocalypse is trying to come. Sam, Dean, and Cas are aware of the baby, but not quite aware of what it's capable of. The baby already knows of them. She has heard her mother speak of/to them, and she knows that they have considered killing her, but they don't feel like murderers.

(Like Jack 8 years later) Madison's mother has told her the world is a dangerous place, and she has heard of monsters from Sam and Dean, many times. So, she fully plans to alter her body, and become a young adult/older teenager as soon as her body is no longer protected by her mother's.

There's no way to know which fish is bigger - Lucifer or the Nephilum.

So, what would happen if in 2009 the brothers came across Michael's spawn, 8 years before they encountered Jack. How would it have changed the apocalypse?

That's the basic gist. I felt the need to post it here lol <3

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued watching Mika as she paid and left the small station, smirking slightly at her as she stepped up to the car and dispersed the snacks. Just as she did, the gas pump clicked, telling him he had topped off the tank and they were ready to go. He sighed, stepping around the back of the car to pull the pump out and return it, “She ain’t almost full. She’s stuffed”

He gave a small laugh at his own joke, and clapped his hands before strolling up in front of Mika. He noticed her giving a small wave to the clerk inside the store and laughed, as he reached his hands out to grab her hips. He gave her a quick kiss, still snickering a bit.

“I don’t know if I can trust you to drive…”, he joked with her, lightening his own mood with humor, “But I really….really want some pork rinds.”

He continued laughing a bit and pushed away from her with another quick kiss. He opened the passenger door, grabbing the snacks from the seat, and sat down, waiting for her to get in before he would close his door.

While sitting there alone, he glanced back over at the shaggy haired boy and sighed. The idea of stalking his brother was looking more inviting every time he let his guard down…

Supernatural - After The End

Name: Madison (Maddie/Grace)

Age: Newborn/Body of a 21 year old/Grace in the thousands of years

Species: Nephilum - spawn of Michael

Photo:

(I know Billie was a child child here, but I’m using her as a general idea of Madison’s pouty eyes and face with white hair)

Bio: Madison’s mother didn't know about Michael's vessel being her husband. He had never talked about the deal he made with Michael, to take care of him and his family, in exchange for his body.

When the other angels came for her, and tried to take the baby, even before it was born was a sign, as they slaughtered her other children. Michael, never showed. Now her mother is getting ready to give birth, and the child will be great. She could be a goddess. Her powers are immense, and the person she sees as her parent, is Dean Winchester.

But his brother...He's different. He smells familiar. He feels familiar. The baby is already having visions of Sam Winchester, and the great things he could do. But she's also having apocalyptic visions of him, and Lucifer.

Powers: Pausing Time. Sonic blasts. Snapping her fingers to get her way (she isn't aware of this yet). In fact, she's not really in control of any of her powers.

Supernatural - After The End

Wanted to go ahead and put up our place holder. No huge story needed, really outside of the CS's. :)

@Wolvena

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason moved his head side to side on his shoulders, mocking her for telling him to stop worrying. His smile never left his face as he did so. He really was concerned for her driving, but he also knew that she wouldn’t shut up if he drove. They might have made strides in the past day, but not that much progress.

Smiling brightly at the waitress, he took the packages of food from her as she reached them out to him, “Thank you, love…keep the change.”

He handed her a hundred dollar bill, and turned back to Esme, “Well, let’s go pass out the food and get going. I’m eager to see how Dean Winchester reacts to all this. It’ll be better than the movies…”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, making sure she had a good grip on her drink, and disappeared, reappearing in Sam’s room again, where he sat the bags down in front of Annabeth.
“Dispersal time. I’m going with Esme. You guys should hurry…”, he quipped, releasing Esme from his other arm.

Annabeth

Annabeth smirked at how everything seemed so calm, considering. Although, Sam and Natalia talking about Cason had her attention. She noticed how weird he was acting, too, and it made her wonder exactly what his angle was…all over again.

She smiled at Natalia’s offer to take her in her car, but shook her head lightly, “I think I’ll stick with Sam. For some reason, he seems to chill me out. With no eyes…you know…riding in a car is weird.”

She gave a small chuckle just as Cason appeared in the room. She could feel him, and Esme as they arrived. She straightened herself on the bed and turned her face toward them as Cason spoke. Her eyebrows furrowed behind her sunglasses and she turned, as if looking at Sam and shrugged her shoulders a bit.

“You’re bossy…”, she muttered to Cason, which caused him to give her an exasperated look, “You’re bossy, and we’ve already figured out the rides. I’m going with Sam…”

Cason nodded, giving Sam a look like ‘what happened to her’ at her confidence.

Dean Winchester

Dean knew Mika was right about killing them being the worst case scenario. But he also knew the worst case scenario tended to find them, every single time. He put his legs down on the floor, taking his book with him as he quickly strolled into the kitchen.

“I need coffee, and they need to hurry up…”, he muttered to himself, but loud enough for them to hear. Bobby sighed loudly, putting his pencil down and rubbing his eyebrows.

“Dean.”, he started, “They’ll be here when they get here. For now, you need to concentrate. Being scared is one thing, but being reckless is something I ain’t lettin’ you dive into. Get your coffee, and either go work on something in the garage, or come help us find something. Take these notes if you need to and work it out with Mika…on a computer or something.”

As Bobby gave him a small speech, Dean looked down at the coffee pot and swallowed heavily at the thoughts of Castiel’s presence and what he could possibly want. Those thoughts mixed with memories from heaven, and he began blinking heavily, resting a hand on the counter to attempt to not cower on the floor.

“I’ll um…I’ll get on the computer here in a second. I just need a minute.”, he answered Bobby, and poured a cup of coffee.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

When Mika squeezed his hand, Dean closed his eyes for a second, before clearing his throat and stepping out of the car completely. He leaned over the roof of the car, and made a face to let her know he was thinking about her question, of snacks. He then pointed, “Pork Rinds and Coke…”

He usually drank very little other than beer and maybe the occasional club soda. But something about fat and cola just struck him as perfect road food, and less chances of needing to make pit stops. He gave her a smile, before running around to the back of the car and lifting the fuel hatch, similarly to John’s.

As he filled up, he looked around the parking lot. He caught a glimpse of a young boy with shaggy hair, and flashes of Sam’s smile burned his brain as he sighed and watched the young boy laugh. Maybe time away from his brother wasn’t what he needed, just time away from John. He turned his head back toward the interior of the shop while the gas pumped, watching Mika’s every move as she walked around.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Annabeth

Annabeth shrugged her shoulders at Cason when he asked about breakfast. She could tell that he was softened up this morning, which meant he was having a nice conversation. That much she knew about him from dating him. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders at him, “I guess I’ll just take what Sam got…”

“Yes, ma’am…”, Cason muttered with a smile, remembering the orders. He pointed a finger around the room, “I’ll be right back. Get your stuff together.”

Cason seemed ultra worried and bossy this morning, and his mind only seemed to be on Esme. Anna could help but noticed how obsessed or possessive he was acting. But at the same time, he wasn’t her problem anymore.

As he disappeared again, she sighed.

“What are the car arrangements this time around? We have an extra car, so we don’t have to cram up in two this time.”, she gave a light laugh.

Cason

Cason disappeared from Sam’s room and showed up in front of Esme at the diner with a piece of paper in his hand. He smiled at her, and pushed a loose hair behind her ear, before stepping up to the counter and giving the orders to the waitress working it. He stepped back over to Esme and smiled.

“So, your car is outside the hotel, officially. I’m grabbing food for the others, to try and extend and olive branch, if you will. Then, we are headed to Sioux Falls, so that the brothers can do their…thing. So, I guess we are headed out after the food comes up. Are you good to drive?”, he asked her, looking over her with concern.

Dean Winchester

Dean felt ganged up on, as they both shot down his idea of spell casting and his complaints about reading. Everyone in this house knew that he hated the books. He loved the information Bobby could find in them, but he himself hated books. A lot of times, the books came up with dead ends or such huge gaps that ended up almost getting people killed. But no one had died yet…

He sighed, reading through his book about Angels. As he did so, things from the conversation with Castiel flooded into his brain. Castiel had brought him back from Hell, brain intact, body intact. Castiel needed him for a God Mission.

“He said he had work for me…”, he muttered, reading over a paragraph of text about nephilums and humans within the context of the Bible, “What if the work has something to do with Sam, or that girl Anna? What if heaven wants me to murder my brother, or some kid…”

He didn’t even know how close to right he was at that time, but as the thoughts swirled around in his head, he stared at the pictures in his book and frowned, before glancing back up at Mika as Bobby spoke.

“It wouldn’t be that shocking, honestly. There’s sibling murder, parents murdering kids, and all kinds of junk along those lines in the Bible. But typically, there’s a reason for all of it…like some type of evil being stopped or a part of a grand gesture to God.”, Bobby explained, taking a drink of whiskey, “And we haven’t exactly seen much proof of the big man, or what his plans are…just an angel in a trenchcoat who was feeling grabby.”

Dean stared off a bit as Bobby explained what he had read. Bobby finished off by pushing the book he was reading across the counter with a sigh, “At the moment, until Castiel decides to show back up, there’s not much we can do. Maybe your brother knows something. Missing eyes sounds like something.”

Dean nodded, his eyebrows still furrowed as his eyes traveled to Mika. He pulled his book back up toward his face, but put it down again directly after, “Fighting angels to keep from killing my brother. This is not something I expected, when thinking about my life…”

He gave a small laugh, and bit his lip.