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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason sighed, pushing some of Esme’s hair out of her face for her as he adjusted to sit himself on the floor near her. He knew that the plan to hide Annabeth and Sam would only be a temporary bandaid solution. If they were lucky, the Angels would come and take him, or harm him, and forget Anna was there. On the other hand, the angels could come, get in, and kill her.

“I agree, for now. But we need to try and find a plan B. The odds of the angels coming for him are decent. The odds of the angels showing up and only dealing with Alastair are slim. They’ll most likely come for Anna, and we’ll all be collateral, all but Sam.”, he explained, as he stared around at all of them. He turned to Dean, who was surprisingly willing to listen to him, “We are going to have to make her untouchable, somehow…”

Dean Winchester

Dean watched his brother with Anna, his brain recognizing the girl from her mannerisms, the way she looked with Sam and just the general vibe they had toward each other. But even hearing her name, the full memory of her being with them was so faded, he couldn’t bring it up fully in his mind.

But seeing how committed Sam was to her safety, he couldn’t help but find himself rooting for her. She seemed to just be naive, or potentially brainwashed. Something was off about her situation, and it was something he could probably get out of Alastair, if he could get him alone.

He turned to the Demon on the floor, before the others had a chance to chime in on the idea. He nodded to him, turning to everyone in the room as they declared their support for locking them in a vault. However, he had to wonder if the vault was out in the barn.

“And Bobby, just where is this vault?”, he asked Bobby, now satisfied that they could at least buy some time.

“It’s in the basement. Duh. You think I would live in a house without some protection? I had a weekend off, and I built a panic room. C’mon. I’ll show ya.”, Bobby said proudly, strolling past all of them to head downstairs. Dean allowed everyone to finish calming, stepping toward the basement stairs.

Annabeth

Anna gave Sam a sad smile, feeling as though she wouldn’t have much of a choice, regardless what they decided to do. She let her hand fall from the side of his face, down to his hand, her much smaller fingers linking with his as the familiarity of the current stance mesmerizing her brain.

“I’ll stay and try. That’s all we can do.”, she muttered back to him, not truly believing it, but wanting Sam to.

As Nat approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she simply nodded. She was feeling the self sacrifice angle would be best, and she silently wished that she had just gone with him straight away, and none of this would be an issue. She could have just disappeared, and none of them would have known what happened. Cut and dry.

“I can bring two of my dogs in from outside. Yeah, Dean. I know.”, Cason started, glancing over at Dean as he spoke and seeing how scared he looked, “They won’t hurt you, unless I ask them to.”

“And what about Angels?”, Annabeth asked, looking up at Sam with a bit of fear in her eyes. She was much more worried about the Angels than the demons. She started walking toward the basement stairs with the others, holding Sam’s hand tightly.

Bobby was already at the bottom of the stairs, and had opened the giant iron door to the vault, causing Dean’s eyes to turn into saucers as he saw the door, “Bobby. You’re awesome!”

Cason turned his head to pull Esme's face toward him, so he could look her over. He was happy to see that she wasn't injured from the energy blast, only emotionally tired, and looked like she had been through Hell again. He felt slightly helpless as he scanned her eyes. He wanted her to hide in the vault, too, even if he couldn't get to her, or at least to sleep somewhere where his dogs could keep watch under her window.

He decided to strike up conversation to try and get her to smile, but also to check on her, "So what's going on with you? It seems like you're just sucking up all the negative in the room, or something. Being around this group, that'll be pretty much a full time job..."

He smirked, dropping his hand to pick up hers, seeing if he could transfer some of his 'chill' into her, only for her, it wouldn't cost her anything, like so many of his clients.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes at her insistence on getting out of the car herself. He knew she probably couldn’t put much, if any weight on that wounded leg, and he stayed close to her. He held an arm out, ready to catch her if she was to fall or find too much pain.

As she cursed her leg, he rolled his eyes once more, seriously wanting to grab her arms or at least her waist as she made the decisions that finally ended with her in the wheelchair. He scoffed, “Don’t ask for help. No. That’s not Mika’s thing…”

As he made fun of her, he waved his hands around. He then looked at her with sympathy, squatting down in front of her and placing both his hands on her thighs. He wanted to make sure she was good before they went to check in. Being here, in a hotel that was normally pretty overpriced for a hunter, he knew they were safe. They weren’t in a hurry, really. He quickly rubbed her thigh, before making eye contact with her, “Are you good? You didn’t pop a stitch, did you?”

He smiled warmly, his eyes scanning to find her mental state.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s eyes lit up as he realized he had a pretty stiff drink in the back of the car. He hadn’t even remembered the bottle of whiskey since they left Sioux Falls. He had to admit that while he would rather be in a bar, mingling with people to try and take his mind off the job, he wanted to be safe, for Mika’s sake.

“I think I’ll do both…”, he muttered, glancing over at her with a small smile. He knew she would probably agree to a cold beer after all the trouble. He stared off toward the elevator at the wheel chairs that sat by the doors and nodded to her, until she mentioned he was shirtless. As if he had forgotten, he patted his bare chest and laughed.

“I don’t know…it might get us a discount.”, he laughed, wiggling his eyebrows as she reached his long arm into the back seat and reached around for the hoodie. His hand finally landed on fabric and he pulled it toward him, slipping his arms into the hole and throwing it over his head, his sore abs flexing when he did so.

He pulled it to rest around his waist, noting how weird it was to wear a hoodie, as he was used to denim and t-shirts, with the occasional leather jacket thrown in.

“I’ll be right back…”, he said with a smile, opening the door. He left the door open as he ran over to the elevator, grabbing the house wheel chair and bringing it over to the passenger side. He parked it near the back of the car, and opened her door, “Do you need help?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed a bit, his smile reaching his eyes when Mika joked with him. His body was beginning to calm as he drove, his shoulders coming down from the tension. He needed a beer, or some whiskey. He was no longer in the mood to just sleep off what had happened to them. There was way too much adrenaline, and excitement flowing through his blood.

“After we find a hotel or something, I wanna get a beer. We might have to jack you a wheel chair…”, he joked on, thinking about how much Mika would hate being wheeled around. He already had a feeling she hated him carrying her to the car, but they didn’t have a choice, anyway.

Once Dean saw streetlights, realizing they were headed toward down town, he slowed down the car, passing all of the small businesses along the way. Everything was closed, other than a gas n’ sip and an attached hotel wedged between two boutiques.

“And I think you’re going to stay in style, tonight.”, he started, pulling into the parking garage, and driving up the ramp to find a parking spot, “I don’t normally go for hotels like this, but this should be pretty vamp proof. The doors lock from the inside.”

Pulling into a parking spot, he stopped the car and put it into park, “If you want, I can go up and get our room, and come get you…or I can grab one of those wheel chairs beside the elevator and a blanket. Your call."

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean noticed the small squeeze to his arm, and gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand, letting her know that it wasn’t anything she should worry about. At this point, he had come to terms with a lot of what had happened to him, and just used it as more fuel.

He gently sat them down on the nearby bench as she spoke, gripping his arm tightly. He knew this was something that bothered her greatly, and it was something he wanted to dispel from her mind. He listened intently, but pulled his arm from her, wrapping it around her shoulders. He couldn’t remember ever saying anything that would make Esme feel like a burden, but she did. Asking for help, felt like something she should have felt bad for. He sighed, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared out over the water, not knowing how to straight up tell her that she was wrong. A lot of the time, he would have loved the company, and the extra work.

When she brought up the way that things left off, he let out a sigh he had been holding in, shaking his head while looking at the ground, “No. No don’t be sorry for that. I mean, it’s not like I tried too hard to tie you down…”

He gave a small laugh as he mentioned tying her down to keep her with him, “I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder enough to be…around. I should have known you needed someone.”

Madison

“I do feel what I think is happy. I’m not alone…”, she explained when Sam mentioned that he wanted her to be happy. She then got an answer she didn’t want, but she was trying to stay calm. Michael wasn’t with the Winchesters, and had left her alone, and let her mother die.

Her eyes tried to glow a soft white as she processed the information with anger on her face. Realizing she was about to lose control again, she closed her eyes and then looked at her fingers, taking a deep breath. Hearing that she could live with them, her eyes raised to his, the small white light still dimming behind her blue eyes.

“Then, everything is going to be alright.”, she whispered, a small smirk threatening the edges of her mouth. She wanted to meet Castiel, and she wanted to be able to hunt, like her mother had conversations about with the brothers. She wanted a family, most of all.

“And I’m happy I found a family…”, she muttered, not truly understanding the meaning of the word, but that she had heard it before. She let out a long sigh, and her ear perked up, turning to stare at a man that had just sat down at the breakfast bar. She didn’t say anything about him, but his power aura felt similar to hers, and her curiosity raised as she stared at him.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“Trust me. I don’t like the idea of leaving them, either…”, Dean muttered as the hotel got smaller in his rearview mirror and they headed West. He was very jumpy, finally pulling his gun out of his pants with a bit of effort while trying to keep the car straight on the road. He sat it on the seat beside him, with the safety on, the top of the slide resting against his thigh.

“Judging by how many different rooms seemed to be buzzing and how much blood there was, this was a nest attack. I wouldn’t have wanted to take them with two fully able people, much less the state that we’re in.”, he continued to explain, possibly more to himself than Mika.

He wanted to put as much road between them and the hotel as possible, but he also knew that with his head injury that it wasn’t the brightest idea to drive all the way to Sioux Falls at this very moment.

Not to mention, he had a lot to say to Bobby, and the only way to get it all out before Bobby tried to beat his ass over Mika’s leg was to ambush him mid afternoon, right before he started day drinking.

“So, survived being manhandled by a ghost, and now you’ve survived a nest of vampires with a gimp leg. What’s next, Disneyland?”, he joked, trying to lighten the mood and ease his own pounding heart. He had just realized he was still panicking, even though they were safe. Knowing Mika was basically bait scared the crap out of him.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean gave a small frown to her saying that she hadn’t had it easy on his own. He wished he had known. He could have helped her out, or at least met up with her to try and get her to come to them, which wouldn’t be unheard of. He jumped and laughed at her calling him a giant, pulling away from her for a second before taking her arm back into his, placing his hand on top of hers, “Well, that’s just a meaner way of saying you got shorter…”

As the came up on a small park, with a lake in the center of it, Dean stepped up to the small fence beside the water. He too was enjoying the normalcy of being with her, again. It was as if they had never been apart. They were the exact same people, despite all of the messed up situations they had both been involved with.

When she broke the small bit of silence, he raised his eyebrows and turned his head to smile at her, shrugging, “Um…well that’s a more complicated answer, I think. I went to Hell, literally. Came back because the angels needed a gopher, and Sam let Lucifer out of his cage. Then we got involved with all the angel stuff out of guilt, mostly…and we’re here.”

He smiled, trying to let her know that none of it was anything to be sad about, at this point. It just was, what it was.

“But, I’ve been hunting too. You could have called, if you needed anything.”

Madison

Madison narrowed her eyes at Sam’s words, making the make sense in her mind. Dean was extremely impulsive and he had shot at her because she scared him. She seemed to scare anyone who knew anything about her, which caused her mind to wonder if she would always be shot at, or stabbed. That thought didn’t bring her much joy as she accepted Sam’s confirmation that Dean did want her safe, “So, don’t scare Dean and I won’t get shot…I think I can do that. I understand my emotions a little better. I don’t feel fear, right now, or anger.”
She shifted herself in her seat, turning toward him and crossing her legs like a child on a stool. She looked into his eyes, earnestly, and asked, “Why wasn’t my father with you guys, when I was born? I felt Dean. I felt you. I felt my mother’s soul leaving the room, but not my father. And can I stay with you? I don’t really have anyone else, and you’re nice.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason, Dean and Annabeth

Annabeth took a deep breath, gasping for air after the outburst as the entire room seemed to be scolding her for something she didn’t even know she had the choice to say ‘no’ to. She closed her eyes, letting their voices wash over her, to get the brunt of it off their chests as she stood still.

Cason, on the other hand, crumpled to the floor beside Esme, pulling her to him and rubbing her back to try and get the worst of the shockwave out of her system, before a question burned his mind. He let Natalia scold her, as Annabeth seemed to respect her, and he hoped maybe she could pressure some answers out of her. But when no answers came, and Annabeth stayed silent after Sam finished speaking, he decided to ask the burning question.

“What did it cost?”, he asked her. His voice exasperated and heartbroken. She didn’t answer him at first, only keeping her eyes closed, “Tell me! What did it cost…your soul?”

“I have to…”, she started, opening her eyes and peering up at Sam before letting out a small sigh of panic.

Dean had gathered himself by then, standing up straight and glaring at her. He didn’t want to hear what was coming next, but he almost knew the answer.

“I have to go with him. He gave me 24 hours.”, she whispered. Cason’s gasp and groan pierced the near silence in the room as he ducked his head again, “He threatened horrible things. There was nothing any of you could do. Sam would have just broken into pieces in front of all of you, if I had said no. This wasn’t a ‘go get the others and see what they can find’ situation. He didn’t even explain why he needed me, only that my choices were stay here…and Sam dies horrifically. Or I go with him, and you’re all safe, as long as you don’t come after me.”

She looked over at Natalia, her eyes heartbroken and red, “I didn’t make a deal for my eyes. That was just his first good faith payment or something. I made the deal because he could have snapped his fingers at any second…and blown any of you to pieces.”

Dean cleared his throat, “She’s probably right. Alastair is someone I have heard of, recently…and lets just say he’s Lilith without the moral compass. If she says he would have killed you, Sam…he would have, in a heartbeat. He’s creative, too.”

Annabeth sighed with relief that Dean understood her motives, if nothing else. She looked up at Sam, knowing that this news wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear, and brushed his hair behind his left ear, “You can’t come after me. You hardly know me, right? This way…you guys won’t have me to worry about. I’ll be his problem. And if I get the chance to run, I’ll run.”

Bobby took a deep breath, now that everyone was starting to simmer down and held his hand up, as if he was in class, “We can use my vault, to buy us time, but I can’t guarantee he won’t come and kill all of us anyway. If we protect Sam and the girl, maybe we can find a way to kill Alastair?”

Dean raised his eyebrows, holding a hand out toward Bobby to see if the others agreed with him, as he did.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean reached under her torso and her legs, careful to not put any pressure on her new wound, despite the hurry. He pulled her up with a bit of a groan, considering the bandages on his back and turned toward the door. Whipping it open, he pulled her body close to his, getting a firm grip on her, “You got it. There’s no way I can take them all on my own with just one machete. I mean, I could try, but if I don’t make it out, you’re a sitting duck.”

He sprinted to the car, pulling her keys off the top of the pile he had placed in her arms. He kneeled low to the ground with effort, sitting her gently on his knees as he unlocked the passenger door. Happy that it opened easier than John’s, he slowly stepped back, her still balanced on his knees and opened the door, before standing with effort, hoisting her back into his arms.

“Look at me, using logic, right?”, he joked, as he sat her down on the edge of the passenger seat. He helped her shove her legs inside the car, carefully placing both her feet on the floor, and then shut the door as a woman ran out of her room screaming and covered in blood, “They’re going to take this whole place…”

He got into the drivers side of the car, and turned to her, panic on his face, “We’ll get out of Minnesota, and find another place to rest, until we can get back to Bobby’s…but they’re going to take this whole place. Put your head down…”

With that, he started the engine and quickly reversed before peeling out of the parking lot, the bloody woman trying to chase them, begging for help.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean nearly rolled his eyes again at Sam as he shooed them, but turned to Esme anyway and pulled her arm to link with his. He then walked them out the door, keeping a smile on his face, “So, what have you been doing all this time, while we’ve been out on the road?”

He decided to get straight to the burning questions he had, as it had seemed like forever since she had even called or texted him. He had to admit, he was happy she did, today. No only could he and Sam use an extra set of hands, but he was genuinely happy to see her again, after all this time.

“And you’ve gotten short.”, he quipped, looking down at her with his toothy smile. It was his attempt to try and show her that he was the same Dean, with more baggage, but an alcohol induced good sense of humor. He carefully crossed the road with her, strolling along a sidewalk in what felt like the most normal thing he had done in years.

Madison

Madison realized from Sam’s surprise that holding people’s hands when you first meet them is not normal. She slowly and carefully placed her hand on the table, still bucked up against his. She sat very stoic and quiet as Dean and Esme left them. She didn’t know how to start conversation, especially with someone that she still felt might be a threat to her safety.

“So. About me…”, she started, finally gaining the courage with a small sigh, “I saw your brother shoot at me. And I ran away, because I’m supposed to be safe. That’s why I’m in this body.”

She finished the words with a small glance down at her own body, “I like…Esme, and whatever you call this thing.”

She pointed down at her belt, and ran her fingers across the buckle.

“And I like that woman over there, because she’s polite. I heard her say something about a husband leaving her. Isn’t that sad?”, she asked him, not understanding the point of them ‘answering each other’s questions’. To Madison, what had happened in the last few hours was her entire knowledge of the world.