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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean barely looked up when Mika sat down beside him. The subjects she would likely ask about were not things he knew if he could talk about, out loud. He sent everything over to Bobby, and after the small conversation, he finally looked over at her, attempting to not portray too much annoyance at her asking if he was okay, earlier.

“I’m fine…”, he muttered, his voice not at all convincing. He placed his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes roughly with his thumb and fingers. He wanted to tell her everything, but even as the visions of Hell and the pain of the racks played over and over in his mind, just as he sat there with her, and every time he closed his eyes, he couldn’t say the words.

“I um…I’m just worried about Sam. You know. All this angel stuff is pretty intense.”, he explained, sighing heavily. He didn’t notice Bobby staring at him from across the room. Bobby pulled out his cellphone, fumbling around with his fingers, as he rarely texted. He shot a text to Mika.

I think this is about Hell. Take him outside. See what you can get out of him.

He pressed send and kept his eyes on Mika, waiting for her to receive the message as he took a drink of whiskey and kept peering over the images of Lucifer and hellfire. He had a sinking feeling that Dean remembered everything, in the pit. He couldn’t imagine that even angels would be able to scrub the demons influence from his brain.

Annabeth and Cason

Cason reached a hand out to Esme, trying to turn his attention away from the obsession Annabeth seemed to have with being near the younger Winchester. He helped her stand up, steadying her with both hands as he did so, “Let’s go back to the room and get your stuff. I won’t teleport us anywhere, just don’t drive like a maniac.”

He spoke the words with a warm smile, which caused Annabeth to narrow her eyes in confusion. There was no way for them to understand why he was clinging to Esme, almost as if she was a drug, or something. Annabeth reached out for Sam, grabbing her small backpack from the floor as he decided to walk her to the car.

She knew that the best option was to get to Sioux Falls, and meet with this ‘Bobby Singer’. If he could help, she would be safe there. They would all be safe there. As she sat down in the car, she leaned her head back, attempting to prepare herself for riding in a car with no eyes once again. In her head, a voice she didn’t recognize began to speak to her. Trying not to draw Sam’s attention to her noticing the noise, she bit her lip and listened.

Hello, love.
You haven’t met me yet, and I want to introduce myself formally.
Just know that I’m here. You only need to ask. And it’s best that you keep this away from Dean Winchester. I’m not sure he’s ready to see me again, just yet.
I can fix your eyes.
I’m your one ally, you’ll find.
Keep that in mind.

The voice almost spoke in a poem, before stopping completely and leaving her confused. She sighed and turned her face toward Sam as he entered the car, with her. Suddenly, the voice was all she could think about.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped to keep his breath as he desperately searched in the dark for Mika, his biggest fear of this entire hunt coming true before his eyes. He swam a little further toward a back wall, still not seeing her as he tried to keep his composure, “MIKA?!”

Almost as soon as he cried her name out again, he heard her voice and sighed with relief, which was short lived. He turned toward her voice, which was hard to find with the echo, his heart pounding in his chest, “CAN YOU GET TO THEM?! I’M OVER HERE. FOLLOW MY VOI-“

He was cut off by the spirit wrapping its hand around his throat, causing him to gag and attempt to hit it with the chain that he still had wrapped around his arm. However, before he could get a good shot on the ghost, it flung him, causing him to land roughly on his back. He coughed, and rolled onto his stomach, grabbing the chain with his hand as he fought his way back to his feet.

As he got to his feet, he attempted to run and jump back into the water, but was flung once again, the spirit standing over him as he swung the chain once again. The spirit disappeared, but instantly reappeared, which caused a frustrated sigh to leave his throat.

“MIKA! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME…HURRY!”, he screamed into the darkness, swinging the chain at the spirit, which flickered and moved to another spot near him. He would have to hold off the spirit until she could gather the remains.

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Dean continued to follow what he assumed was a possessed Mika or a specter of a dead Mika, which he wasn’t even ready to consider. When the door opened on its own at the end of the hall, he had every feeling to turn back, or to shoot the thing in front of him, as it was clear that Mika was not walking in front of him.

“What the hell are you?”, he asked, only to be greeted with no answer. Anger boiling in his stomach, he reluctantly followed, all the way down the stairs, carefully looking around with his gun and flashlight as he stepped.

Hearing a scuffle, Dean peered down to where the spirit was pointing, his eyes going wide at the panic that swept over him. He was slowly realizing what was happening. Sprinting, he ran toward the scuffle and splashing, finally running into the area where Mika was being manhandled.

“Hey! Over here, you son of a bitch!”, he screamed, looking around for anything he could use to get rid of the spirit. Seeing a chain against the wall, he narrowed his eyes in confusion, as this seemed to be somewhere people were chained up. Shaking the feeling, he took a chance and ripped the rusty chain from the wall, it breaking easily. He then swung the chain at the spirit, causing it to disappear briefly.

Panting, he ran through the water, rolling over the small wall, unexpectedly landing in water that he couldn’t touch the bottom in. The panic swept over him, as he realized Mika had fallen into this same pool of water. Taking a deep breath, he dove down using his flashlight to search for her. As his held breath ran out of oxygen, he came back to the surface, gasping loudly as he turned desperately in circles in the water.

“MIKA?!”, he screamed into the echoing darkness.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean narrowed his eyes in the darkness to stare at Mika as she gestured to him. He held his gun toward the floor, but kept his grip on it as he stared at her and stepped toward her. She wasn’t acting right, and he was terrified that she was possessed by a ghost, or worse.

“M-Mika? Hey…we need to regroup, okay?”, he whispered to her, following her slowly as she led him, “Where did they take you? Are you hurt?”

When she didn’t answer him, he sighed, fighting a tear that was threatening his eye. He wasn’t prepared for this. It was the reason that Sam tended to be his blindspot when they were on hunts. If Sam ever got hurt, he lost his mind. He was sloppy. He was lost. He felt that same familiar feeling creeping up in his chest as he watched her move, her hair blowing in wind that wasn’t there.

“You have to talk to me…”, he whispered, his voice breaking. He watched each room as they passed by, and some of the doors were now open, various scenes playing out inside of them. Some of them were just scapes, like rainfalls, a rushing waterfall, a forest with birds and butterflies, and in one, a raging fire, “What the hell is going on?!”

He screamed the words more at the ceiling, almost at God, as this was the most confusing hunt he had ever been on. What spirits could do something like this?

Supernatural - After The End

Dean paced in the basement hallway of Bobby’s house, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. This was insane. They were running out of time to kill this thing, but at the same time, they didn’t really want to. Who wanted to kill a baby? Even worse, who wanted to kill a pregnant woman?

As another scream left Amy’s mouth, from the next room, Dean flinched and closed his eyes tightly. What was he supposed to do? They had spent the last few months staying with Amy. They made sure she was safe, until they could figure out what to do. But there was nothing to do. She refused to give the baby up, no matter what they told her. Castiel refused to kill her. Bobby had all but checked out, agreeing to let them use the basement for her room, but that was about it.

He was alone, except for Sam. And now? Sam was panicking almost as bad as he was. They had managed to get Ellen to come over, if anything to assist in the birth. It was something that the three men knew absolutely zilch about. Another scream rang out, with a small rumble, this time.

“Dammit…”, Dean whispered to himself, picking up a bottle of whiskey from the staircase and kicking back a long drink. As Amy screamed again, a bright light showing through the door of the safe room, and everything went silent, before Ellen stepped out of the room, her face horrified, “Ellen?”

Ellen simply shook her head, a tear running down her cheek. She gave him a sad look, glancing down at her bloody hands briefly, and then ascended the staircase. Dean took a deep breath, his eyes wide as he realized what she was saying. They had both died. He didn’t want to check, alone.

“Sam?!”, he yelled up the staircase, staring at the cracked open door in front of him.

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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean had just stepped into the room and under the rain. He turned briefly to Mika as she spoked about taking photos and nodded, “Yeah. If anything, we can send them to Bobby and figure out what all of this is.”

As she did exactly what he suggested, he squinted his eyes and continued into the rain which was now permeating his jacket and hair. It was just water, much to his surprise. He almost smiled and soaked in the rain, as it was the first time he had felt the rain hitting his face, in a long time. As he bathed in his thoughts, Mika cried out, causing him to flinch and turn to her.

“MIKA!”, he screamed back, trying to run toward her. As he chased her, the door slammed in his own face, causing him to smash against it, and bang his fists against the wood, “Son of a bitch. MIKA!”

The door slowly creaked open as Dean sloshed through the water, and found her phone. Thankfully it still worked, and they might have still had the photos. He pulled his gun, and stepped toward the slightly opened door, hooking the end of his gun against the side of the door and pushing it the rest of the way open. Silence in the hall, aside from the sound of footsteps.
“MIKA!”, he shouted out into the hall. As he stepped into the hall, his body completely dried instantly, even his hair. Holding her phone up, he realized it wasn’t even wet, “What the hell is going on?!”

His scream echoed down the hall, as the walls seemed longer, and the narrow passage seemed to end in pitch black darkness.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gritted his teeth at every single step as he ascended them. They might have looked perfectly sound, but they didn’t sound it. He was half expecting one of his large boots to fall straight through any second. Much to his relief, he eventually reached the top of the staircase and took a deep breath, just as he noticed the flicker of the lights as well.

“Great. Now we’re trapped up here, if they decide to ambush us. Joy joy…”, he groaned, also jumping when the figure crossed the hall in front of them. He stood still, holding his gun in front of him, and reaching behind him to hold Mika close to his ass, “Yeah. I would say we’re not alone…eh?”

Realizing it was just a ghost, he stepped forward, continuing down the hall. He found an open door, as he jiggled each one. Turning his face to Mika, he stopped what he was doing as the doorknob turned with ease. Gritting his teeth, he carefully pushed the door open. The second that he entered the room, he noticed the strangest thing he had ever witnessed in a ghost hunt. It was raining…in the room. The water didn’t seem to be pooling on the floor, at that moment. Just rain. Stepping back into the door frame, he looked around the room, watching the lights flicker as the rain came down.

“What the hell is going on here?”, he asked Mika, his voice both excited by something new and terrified of something…new.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean watched Mika’s wheels turn as she debated what to do first. He had a feeling she wanted to split from him, but he was thankful she didn’t ask. He couldn’t do it. He sighed and stood close to her, hearing out her plan and gripping his flashlight. When she found the entrance, he turned his own flashlight toward it, keeping it there as they approached.

He, too, pulled his gun from the back of his belt, holding it over his flashlight. He wanted to allow her to take control of the entire situation, but also to keep her safe. If he could let her make the calls, but keep her from running away, he was going to take that deal, any day.

As they stepped into the house, Dean’s mouth fell open at how clean everything seemed. He also noticed as they stepped in that there was a certain level of electricity still running through the house, lighting the fake torches that were scattered about the walls in the corridors. The place almost looked cared for.

“Yeah this is…not something I expected.”, he muttered, still mesmerized as he ran a finger across one of the dustless bannisters. He looked all around the room, shutting his flashlight off and tucking it into the interior pocket of his jacket. Pulling his gun in front of him with both hands, he opened a couple of cabinets, inspecting the clean dishes inside.

“Are we sure we aren’t trespassing?”, he asked quietly, noting that other than the place caving in on the outside, it seemed like someone was still living here, and comfortably at that. He stepped back up close to her, as the noise sounded upstairs. His gun instinctively pointed toward the point of origin for the noise, the center of the ceiling. He furrowed his brow and pointed silently with his head, toward the stair case, stealthily gliding over to the bottom step and tiptoeing onto it with a slight creak. The sound made him cringe, and stop for a second, before biting the bullet and slowly making his way up the stairs.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued giggling as she called him an idiot, but quickly turned his flashlight to the ground for seeing when she stepped away from him. He followed her, shining his light against the back of her legs, since she was leading the way. As they came up to the hole in the fence, he also rolled his eyes and groaned at fitting his body through yet another tight space.

“Ugh. My shoulders are too wide for this…”, he groaned again, pushing the fence open with his own hands as he crawled through the hole with his bag in his hand, tossing it at her feet when he finally got it free of the sharp edges of the fence.

He stood up straight and checked his shirt and pants for holes, although he figured he would end up with a few anyway while they were hunting. He was hard on clothes.

“The notes said the cavern was the, quote, ‘scariest and most traumatizing’. So, I’m torn. On one hand, I want to get the trauma out of the way. On the other hand, maybe the house is where the bad stuff is and we can just get rid of it and go into NO cavern.”, he explained, attempting to chicken out of ending up in a potentially claustrophobic situation in the caverns. But he also knew they would end up there. They always did.