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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled down at Esme, keeping his face empathetic and gentle as she explained that she was okay, with an earnest look. He brought his hand down to fiddle with her hair as she turned from him.

“Well, then why don’t we take a walk? The food won’t be up for a bit.”, he muttered, looking over to Sam for approval, though he got it without much time between, “That sounds like a good idea. Madison, what do you think?”

He asked the question while standing slowly from the booth, after pushing himself out. He reached a hand out to Esme, keeping his eyes on Madison for a second to wait for her response.

Madison

Madison smiled in relief when Esme told her that she was okay. It was all she really cared about at the moment, with everyone at the table. Although, Sam was growing on her. She shrugged her shoulders, looking over to Sam, “I wouldn’t mind talking. I don’t know much except what I’ve learned today, but I can try. I have questions too.”

She turned back to Esme, “You should spend some time with Dean. He’s missed you. Maybe you can convince him not to shoot anyone else…”

When she spoke, Dean raised his eyebrows before narrowing his eyes at her in a scowl, rolling his eyes to Sam in a way that said ‘she’s never going to let that go’.

“So go. I’ll be okay with Sam…”, she finished. Smiling up at Sam while taking his hand on top of the table, eliciting another weird stare from Dean.

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Dean kept his smile, until a loud thud and a scream perked his head up. He sat up, a little too quick, judging by the dizziness, and sat silently. He tried to listen to see if there was more noise, and much to his disappointment, there was. Dammit.

He slid off the side of the bed, holding a hand out to Mika with a finger raised, “Don’t…move…”

He reached for his gun that he had laid on her end table, checking the magazine. He then slid the magazine back into the gun, and pulled the slide to engage a round. Letting a deep sigh leave his mouth, he stepped up to the door, still shirtless, and pulled it open just as another scream rang out through the air.

Outside the door, it was chaotic as random strangers from other rooms left the safety of their doors to check on the commotion. He quickly gestured to a woman who approached him, “Go back to your room and lock your door. Do it now!”

Terrified, but seeing his gun, she nodded and ran back to her room. He shoved people into their rooms as he passed, attempting to find the source of the screams. Getting to the end of the motel row, he found his first clue, a body of a young girl. The girl was blonde, and looked to be no older than sixteen, but her throat was completely ripped out. It seemed the assault had happened recently, because even though she was dead, the blood was still pumping out of the wound. Frowning, Dean realized he wasn’t prepared, “Dammit. Of course it’s vampires. It’s always vampires, in Minnesota…”

He weighed his options, thinking over the fact that he didn’t have backup, with Mika laid up. He didn’t know how many vampires there were. He didn’t even know where to start, aside from grabbing a machete and hoping for the best. So, he did something rare. Gritting his teeth, he cursed himself for the decision, “It’s for Mika…”

He justified it out loud, an intrusive thought of Mika being helpless in the room flooding his rationale. He huffed and ran back toward their room, quickly opening the door. He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him and turning both locks before turning to Mika.

“We have to go…right now.”, he told her, quickly running around the room to gather their things. He shoved them into her arms, wrapped in a towel from the floor and held his arms out, “I’ll carry you, but just trust me. It’s Minnesota, and we gotta go.”

Supernatural (the show) - 1x1 Canon/non-canon

I'm surprised Crowley wasn't listed, Besides Dean being the best choice, Crowley is definitely 2nd in line before Sam and Castiel. 😎

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I usually play Crowley. So sometimes I forget others can a well 😂

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester and Madison

Dean placed his free arm on the back of the booth behind Esme, loosening up as they spoke and ordered food. Shockingly, the only thing he ordered was a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. He wasn’t the hungriest after everything that had happened this morning.

“Well, now that you’re here with us…I guess we can share efforts on the whole apocalypse situation.”, he muttered, glancing over at Madison to read her demeanor. He was happy that she seemed a lot more relaxed near Sam. Maybe he was the good luck charm with wayward monsters. He chuckled silently about the statement.

When Sam asked if Esme was alright, he leaned forward, just enough to see her face. He wasn’t quite used to her being so quiet around him, but he figured it was just the awkwardness of being back with him, but Madison spoke up.

“She’s overwhelmed. But she’s excited to see you…”, Madison spoke softly to Sam, and then turned her eyes to Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows at her, and then turned to Esme.

“Are you overwhelmed? I can give you some space…um. I know it’s been a while.”, he quickly stammered out, his eyebrows raised as he did so. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, now that it seemed like the nuke had been disarmed, momentarily, “Or if you want, after we eat, we can take a walk?”

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Dean raised his eyebrows, remembering that they got a new bed out of this whole thing. It only took a near broken leg and a hole in the back of the head to achieve. Nice! He thought about the fact that Bobby was a better father than either of them had realistically ever had, even if he did have his blow ups. He had leaned on Bobby since he was a teen, to bail him out of trouble with his Dad if he didn’t feel like doing something stupid that John wanted him to.

He smiled gently at the memory of her mom always liking him. He liked her too, truthfully. She took care of him, with the only rope tied to it being that he never let Mika get hurt, or ever made her cry, “She was someone that I felt pretty safe around. I think she could have taken your dad, if he had laid a good hand on me.”

He laughed a bit, adjusting himself with a small hiss as he forgot about his head. He was starting to feel like he could get through this without much more help, as far as needing a hospital. His tension was fading, from the fear of passing out or having seizures, something John would have seen as a weakness. When she mentioned John, right as his face flashed in Dean’s mind, Dean smirked, “I always kinda wanted you to slap him. He couldn’t have disapproved of you, less. And honestly, it would have been hot…”

He laughed a bit harder, “I would have taken the beating for that…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled softly, still fighting a lump in his throat as Mika reassured him. He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles as they walked back toward the house. He couldn’t justify in his mind why she didn’t just run away from him. In his mind, the things he had done in Hell were unforgivable at best, and at worst, he definitely didn’t deserve to leave the pit.

“Let’s go see what my brother has brought home…”, he muttered with a smirk, finding exactly what he was afraid of when they stepped into the room. The tension and panic made him raise both his eyebrows, holding Mika’s hand a bit tighter as he looked between the people in the room, “Yeah um…is everything okay with you guys? Sam? You good?”

He asked his brother if he was okay knowing he most likely wasn’t, but he wanted Sam to know that now that they were back together, he had his back, if anything crazy was going on.

Cason

Cason frowned at Esme still shooting him down every time he decided to shoot his shot and flirt with her. He stepped over close to her as the others discussed what was going on. Most of the information they were churning out, were things he had heard through the grapevine anyway. So, none of it really surprised him.

However, when Annabeth skidded into the room, a familiar smell flooded his senses, and he turned to her. Before he could go over and shake her for being an idiot, Sam was there, checking her over.

“What the hell did you do?”, he asked, the tone of his voice portraying the full devastation he was feeling at seeing her eyes magically back, while she smelled like literal Hell. His eyes turned black, as the smell was no longer something he could just get past and growled.

Annabeth

Annabeth stared at Sam, surprised and thankful to see his face again, as he checked her over. She let him, almost smirking, until she realized that the look on his face and everyone else’s faces was not that of happiness, but worry or fear.

“Um…that’s hard to explain.”, she whispered, her large blue eyes staring up at Sam, begging him not to test her ability to keep a secret. She knew that with him, she would fail miserably.

When Cason asked her what she had done, she closed her newly repaired eyes and looked down at her feet, which caused him to sigh in another show of his devastation, throwing his hands up and then bending as if he couldn’t breath, placing his hands on his knees.

“Listen…I didn’t know what else to do!”, she pleaded with the entire room, barely acknowledging that Dean and Mika were back in the room, until Cason spoke up again.

“She made a deal…with a demon…”, he gasped, feeling sick, “After all this time. Why didn’t you come get me? I have half a dozen dogs out there. They could have ripped Alastair to shreds…”

“You did what?!”, Dean erupted, causing Annabeth to jump, her hand instinctively coming to Sam’s arm as she forced her eyes closed again, “You made a deal with Alastair?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“HE WAS GOING TO KILL SAM!”, she finally snapped, knocking the wind out of Dean’s lungs with her sudden outburst of frustration, and causing him to clutch his chest as she gripped Sam’s wrist, “He was going to kill Sam. I didn’t have a choice…”

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Dean smirked at the memories flooding his brain. He had been so reckless as a teen, but it was what ended up making him an almost more reckless adult, if he was honest. He shrugged slightly, “I kept it because it seemed like the only way to hold onto you, you know? I have pictures of my mom…”

He stopped when he thought about Mary, but pushed the thought to the side and plastered the smile back onto his face, thinking about them sneaking and how things hadn’t really changed all that much, “I mean, we almost got kicked out of Bobby’s house for our…noise. It’s almost like sneaking again, if you think about it. Be careful of the bed creaking. Be careful of breaking anything. Be careful of pulling your face out of the blankets.”

He gave a soft laugh and remembered the night she was referring to of her dad losing his mind after realizing he was right, and Dean was indeed in the house. Dean was sure he was dead that night, and nearly broke his neck getting away, “I thought he was going to shoot me, or something. He came at me so fast…I ran like I was running from literal bullets. Didn’t make me come around any less, though.”

He continued running his fingers up and down her arm, sighing in contentment and honestly feeling a bit better.

He furrowed his brow, and smirked, “I mean, it’s not like my dad appreciated me having anything that lasted more than a night or two, either. There were times I was afraid he was going to choke me, especially after finding our food scraps in the back of his car. Woof…Sammy had to make up so many excuses to keep my head.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

“The fact that you’ve managed to get through the entire past year without finding out about the angels…”, Dean muttered with his eyebrows raised, to Esme. There was a small scoff behind his words as well, considering he had been elbow deep in angels since the beginning of the previous year when he returned from Hell.

As Madison set her terms for coming with them, Dean almost wanted to tell her she didn’t get to make demands. But that wasn’t true. She had the control here. She was the nuclear bomb, here. So, he simply nodded to her and snapped his fingers in the air to get a waitresses attention. An older waitress smiled sweetly at his attention grabbing, which he returned, and she made her way over to them.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t mind having a conversation with Esme, after all this time. There’s a lot to figure out, with the angel stuff, and now this…”, he muttered, smiling sweetly at Esme without making eye contact with Madison.

Madison

Madison smiled a bit at Sam noticing she was hungry. He was being so kind, although he had no real reason to, aside from knowing her mother. She nodded lightly, and listened to both Sam and Dean confirming that Esme would probably be staying with them. This set her mind even more at ease, as she turned to Esme and smiled.

“We have decided on something called a Turkey Burger.”, she announced to him proudly, her nose in the air. She was proud of herself for learning a food item. She glanced at the menu on the wall next to her, realizing she could read some of the words, or at least make out the sounds from listening to her mother through her eyes, “And a D. R. Pepper.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed, knowing this was a lot for Esme to hear. She didn’t understand what they had been through in the last few months, or even the last two days. But he did want to explain. When she closed her eyes and mentioned him not wanting to explain what was going on, he sighed.

“I’ll explain. I just have to figure out how…”, he started before Sam broke his train of thought, scolding him and then speaking to Madison, again with his textbook empathy. He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his eyebrow, turning to Esme, “Since he just spilled the beans, I’ll just come right out and say it…she’s a Nephilum. But she’s not just any Nephilum. She’s Michaels daughter.”

He let the words fall out of his mouth, trying to ignore the look that Madison shot him as he spoke up.

Madison

As Sam explained that her actions had scared them, she felt a pang of guilt come across her hungry stomach. She matched his gaze, taking in his words with an almost apologetic look, “I’m sorry I scared you…”

She then changed her gaze back to Esme for a second, peering between her eyes and Dean’s eyes as Dean explained who her father was. She had never heard her mother speak about her father by name. She narrowed her eyes, curious if they knew him.

“Do you know my father?”, she asked Dean, who quickly shook his head.

“No. No, we don’t. We do know that he’s an an Archangel…”, he explained, not expecting her to understand what he was saying. But he also had decided not to lie to her.

Madison turned to Sam, studying his features, “I’ll go with you, after Esme eats food. And then she comes with us. I want to make sure she’s safe, too.”
She had become attached to the first parental figure she had been in contact with. Of course she was. Esme was the first human to show her kindness, and she planned to repay that kindness.

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