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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Bobby smirked and shrugged his shoulders as Dean complimented him on the vault that he had built for his own safety, if he was honest. He shifted his eyes to Mika with a proud smile on his face as he stepped into the vault with Dean, allowing him to look around the place.

“Mika’s pretty familiar with the place. It’s got solid iron walls, coated in salted holy water. Devils traps on the floors. There’s warding for just about any thing that we’ve ever known how to ward against, other than angels. Even the ventilation is a devils trap. From 10 am to about 7 pm, the entire room is a devils trap, due to the shadow.”

He explained his handy work excitedly, pointing around at various things as he described them, “And there’s enough food, water and medical supplies in here to last a few months at least.”

He turned back to Dean who was still smiling brightly, as Natalia stepped into the room as well, seeming excited. For a second, Bobby forgot the reason he had needed to show them the vault/panic room in the first place, as he watched the ‘kids’ he loved freak out over something HE did. Then it struck him that they were on a time schedule, “I figure we can bring one of the mattresses down, if needed, or a bunch of blankets and pillows. I don’t figure many of us are gonna be sleeping in the next day or so.”

Dean nodded to him, his smile fading just a bit as he thought of Sam being essentially locked in a cage, waiting for the worst. He ran his finger along the salt crusted walls as Sam stepped into the room and made his comment.

“Yeah, well…this is your home for the next 24 hours.”, he responded to his brother, giving him a cheeky smile as Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder, “Let’s get started on the prep, I guess. Like Bobby said, this sleepover party is going to need a bunch of blankets, some beer, some food, and maybe something for you guys to do…”

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled softly at Natalia as she passed, appreciating the small gesture of good faith and kindness. She realized at that moment that the understanding of what she had done was slowly sinking in for everyone, which caused her shoulders to not be quite as tight. She glanced up at Sam, listening to him explain that they would figure out the angels. She gave him a sad smile, almost telling him with her eyes that what he was saying wasn’t possible.

But she couldn’t help go along with his optimism, nodding to him as he at least admitted that this might not work. She sighed, before they turned to go down stairs, “As long as you’re realistic, Sam…this might not work. I need you to prepare yourself for that.”

She kept hold of his hand, walking down to the vault and stopping at the door, releasing him as they arrived, so he could join Dean and Bobby inside. She peered around the room, noticing how blank it all was, but after listening to everyone talk about the protective properties of the room, she felt instantly safer. As Dean spoke about a sleepover, she couldn’t help laugh quietly, and look down at the floor.

“Sam doesn’t strike me as the sleepover type…”, she spoke up, catching Dean’s attention as she did so. For the first time, since they had met, Dean smiled at her. He was amused, and cut his eyes to Sam, and then back to her.

“You have no idea. Sammy used to LOVE sleepovers. Little pillow forts and flashlight stories. Oh the works…”, he told her brightly, stepping over to slap Sam on the chest as he finished, and Annabeth laughed.

Cason

Cason kept his hands on Esme’s arms as she adjusted herself, sliding them back down to her hands as she got comfortable and asked if he had figured out her secret. He nodded with a small frown, before turning up the corners of his lips into a sad smile.

“Yeah. You could say that. Believe it or not…when I was human, I was a bit of an empath. Being around people like Dean, for example would have put me out for days at a time.”, he muttered, as he concentrated a bit of heat into her hands, “To answer the burning question of how I went to Hell, way back in 1785…I sold my soul, like most, to a demon. When talks of revolution started in New York, I was just a 30 year old drunk.”

He turned her hands over, happy to see that their hands were a bit connected, as he worked what little magic he had cared to remember, in terms of helping people.

“I met this guy in a pub. He was spouting off about helping with freeing the colonies, but he needed payment. I was too drunk to really know what I was doing, and I signed up. The looks on the faces, when a handful of drunk grown men kissed the stranger…phew. I became one of the fighters on the front line, right along side Alexander Hamilton and the other big dogs.”, he smirked, “All was well, the war was won…and then my time came up, and what was it all for? I assume that the nature of why, lead to me being a piss poor demon with a flicker of a soul.”

He gave a small laugh, pulling his hands from hers. He placed her hands gently on her lap and pulled his legs up to wrap his arms around them in front of her.

“But yes. I know you’re an empath.”, he admitted. He then sighed, as he readied himself to tell her his plans for her, in the next 24 hours, “I um…I would like for you to be guarded. I know how most of the people in this house feel about Hellhounds, but my girls answer to me. They would never hurt you. They won’t even come near you, if you would rather they stay away. But I would be a lot less distracted when the demons show up, if you were safe with the dogs.”

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Dean brought the robes over to the bed, and laid them at the foot. He unfolded the laundry bag afterward, and smiled, “Oh we are definitely snatching those in the morning…”

He stepped over beside her, bending at her request to help her out of the wheel chair. He noticed that one of the “bags” he had brought in with them was the tied up bath towel from the other hotel, full of various pieces of weapons and first aid supplies. He smirked at how ironic it was to have it in this swanky hotel. But he unfolded it, and dumped everything out on the bed, before laying it across the couch for Mika to sit on.

Dean turned to her with a smile, slipping his arm under her legs, while throwing her arm over his shoulders. He placed her gently on the couch, running his hands down her legs to her ankles, lifting them onto the foot stool in front of her, “There you go, princess. I have never been happier with a life or death decision than I am right now. We deserve this…”

He smiled, leaning in to give her a long kiss. He then sat the laundry bag on her lap.

“And you can do laundry, while I run us a bath…”

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Dean laughed at her telling him she was going to wash up in the bath one way or another. He had figured that would be her answer. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking about their options for getting clothing. As an idea clicked, he walked quickly over to the phone, snatching a piece of chocolate from Mika’s lap. As he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, he also groaned, “Oh god. Can we just live here?”

He picked up the phone while chewing, and dialed the front desk, almost relieved to get a male on the phone.

“Front desk!”, the man said cheerfully, as Dean swallowed his mouthful of chocolate.

“Hey, man. Do you guys do laundry or anything? And does your bar deliver?”, he asked the man on the phone, looking around the room to make sure there wasn’t a hidden beer keg somewhere. The man paused, and then Dean could hear a smile in his voice.

“Certainly. I’ll send someone up. Just place your clothing in the bag we have left in the closet, and we’ll get that laundered and returned to you in a couple of hours. As for the beer, how many bottles would you prefer?”, the man asked, clacking on his keyboard. Dean smiled, and clapped a hand on his thigh.

“A dozen should do.”, he answered, hearing the man gasp lightly, “We had a long drive. So, I’m thinking a good night cap, you know?”

“Um, certainly, sir. We’ll be right up with that.”

“Thank you.”, Dean said brightly, slamming the phone down on the receiver. He turned to Mika, smiling just as brightly, and then ran to the closet to grab the laundry bag. As he grabbed it, he also grabbed both bath robes that hung on a hook in the closet, holding them up, “LOOK AT THIS! And there’s slippers!”

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Dean shrugged his shoulders as he ran back into the main room, honestly not knowing what the honeymoon suite would look like in a place like this. He figured if she had booked him the honeymoon suite, it was in hopes that he would call her up, when she was off her shift. But he wouldn’t dare say that out loud, with Mika being as jealous as she tended to be. Snatching the chocolates off the bed, left the bedroom.

He ran into the bathroom, checking it out and laughing loudly, “The toilet is in a separate room from this huge ass shower! You could fit like five people in here, and there’s a seat.”

Running back into the main room, where she was sitting, he held up the chocolates and smiled, “We’re living like royalty tonight, baby! Bobby would be so pissed if he saw this room. I don’t think we ever stayed in anything this nice. Silver lining to all of this. I take back anything bad I’ve ever said about Minnesota…”

He laughed loudly once again, walking over to the jacuzzi tub that sat next to the bed, his instinct telling him to climb in. Instead, he turned on the water to make sure it worked, and then turned it back off and turned to Mika with a bright smile, “You have stitches, so you can’t take a full bath, but I’m going swimming in here, later. You can watch.”

He waggled his eyebrows, realizing that they didn’t have a lot of fresh clothes left, considering how wet their bags had gotten. An idea popped into his head, and he turned to the phone, staring at it.

“Think they would bring us clothes?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@HEAVY METAL We are waiting for our other Co-GM to come online. Since his characters are some of the ones who are having trouble finding a home in the RP, right now, I'm wanting to give him final say over whether we bring in anyone new.

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Dean rolled his eyes at Mika being grumpy about the free room. He pushed her down the corridor as people watched them, narrowing their eyes as they passed. He decided to defend the woman at the counter, knowing that doing so could go terribly wrong, “I don’t think she saw you. And for people like these? I’m exciting.”

He gave a small chuckle, and also a questioning look down the corridor as he thought over how weird it was that rich people found him so interesting. He had to admit that it was probably the “good girl/bad guy” trope come to life. Shaking the questions from his mind, he reached the door of their room.

“Here we go, madam…”, he quipped, sliding the key card into the door and shoving it open. The light came on automatically, showing that they not only had a king bed, but they had a whole suite to themselves. The room was massive, sporting a jacuzzi tub, a king sized bed, and a whole living room, “Whoa…and all this on account of being a fixer upper? There are chocolates on the pillows!"

He rolled Mika inside, parking the wheelchair near the couch, in case she wanted to try and transfer. Though, he had plans to help her, as soon as he was finished checking the room out. He felt too dirty for the white sheets, and stainless steel sinks. He touched anything he picked up with two fingers, making sure to not smudge the shine on anything in the room.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help himself as she smiled brightly at her joking. It was refreshing. His smile almost hurt his face, as his body wanted to reject it, after so much heartbreak and anguish over the last several months. But to his mind, it was an absolute relief. In a moment of ‘fear of missing out’, he leaned forward quickly and stole a kiss, taking a deep breath at the complete and total calm that washed over him as he did so.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still pressed closed and bit his lip gently before opening his eyes and smiling softly at her, “Sorry. I needed to make up for letting you run off without that, last time. You know…just in case you run off again.”

He chuckled at his own words, brushing his nose against hers as he waited for her response. He decided to add a last little joke to the moment, “And now…you have to stay.”

Madison

Madison noticed that the daylight was coming back, outside the windows as she calmed but assessed the damage to the restaurant. She could barely believe that she was able to create such a scene, but she also had to remember that apparently she could blow things up with her mind.

She slid out of the booth as Sam did, reaching for his hand as she found her way to her feet. Even though the light from outside was peering in, it was still rather hard to find where to step, and avoid glass. So, she didn’t bother. She simply stayed close to Sam and nodded, “Hopefully they aren’t far. I think I need help to control this stuff. I prayed to Castiel…”

As she spoke about praying, she heard Castiel’s voice in her head and smiled softly as she and Sam walked out of the diner.

“Stay with the Winchesters.
I will find you guys, if you let me.
I can help with things, but I’m tied up, right now.
Stay safe with the Winchesters

His voice was distant and broken up in places, but it brought her calm. Castiel felt like someone who would understand her, and she knew his name from her mother as someone she could trust.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean was a bit surprised when she pulled away from him and began scanning his eyes. He smiled nervously back, keeping contact with hers. Her next words made him smile a bit brighter than he would have preferred to let people see, in public. Dean was happy for her to stay, to be safe.

“I’m stuck with…”, he started to protest as she spoke, before laughing as she finished. Part of what she said was serious, but he couldn’t help feel the banter she was giving in her jokes. It was also kinda true that if she really wanted to, she could take him. He shrugged at that notion, smiling widely back at her. He reached forward and picked up a stray strand of her hair.

“Fine…”, he muttered, carefully placing the strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb brushed quickly along her jaw line and he added another smirk, “I guess I’m stuck with you…”

Madison

The wind inside the diner whistled as the entire diner went pitch black, even the exterior lighting not working. The entire building groaned with the power that blasted through it, due to the interference in Madison’s head. She was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t even hear Sam’s heartbeat, but tried to latch onto his voice as she fought through the episode.

Madison continued to scream against Sam’s chest, before suddenly, the voices stopped and all she could hear was his heartbeat. Although fast, it had a rhythm that soothed her. Soon, the wind began to calm, before stopping completely and she and Sam were left, virtually alone as she gasped for air.

The man in the suit, that had been sitting at the bar, suddenly vanished with another gust of air, proving that he was an angel, watching them. Madison barely noticed as she pulled her head up from Sam’s chest, her nose brushing against his chin as she stared at his eyes, her own red and puffy and scared.

“There were so many voices. They were loud, and it felt like my brain was…hot…”, she explained, as she looked around at the deserted diner, “Did I do this?!”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

As she spoke, he shook his head, “No. I still should have known. You’re enough like me that I should have known. I’m not good alone.”

As she leaned into him, he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her hair, a motion he saved for those he cared about most, even if he couldn’t say the words out loud. He closed his eyes, his cheek pressed against the top of her head as she explained that she knew he would have come to her. She was right. Their brief time together had made Dean question a lot of things, as her presence genuinely calmed him.

“I don’t know how long you want to stick around, this time. But I’m telling you, I’m always around. I go to people I don’t even know. I damn sure wouldn’t have left you hanging…know that, okay?”, he muttered, wanting to make sure that she never worried about calling him again, although, he couldn’t imagine she would be leaving at this point, considering the way they had met again.

He opened his eyes, staring out toward the water, and hugged her carefully, “You’re here, now. It’s rough, with me and Sam. We have gained a bit of notoriety since you were with me last. Lucifer…knows our names. But I promise you, if you want to tag along, I’ll do everything I have to do to keep you safe…even if that means going easy on the girl, Madison.”

Madison

Madison continued to stare at the man who sat at the bar, her eyes narrowing in curiosity and her head tilting to the side, much like Castiel when analyzing something. She began to hear a high pitched squeal, followed by the faint sound of voices in her head as she stared, barely hearing her name slip out of Sam’s lips. However, at hearing her name, she turned her face to him, and shook her head.

“I’m okay. There’s a man, and his thoughts are about power. Someone in his head just said ‘Gods power remade’…”, she explained. Suddenly, the voices became overwhelming, causing her to cover her ears. At first, she could make them go away with just her hands over her ears, but then the voices pierced her hands. They were voices and noises Sam couldn’t hear, and no one in the diner could hear, but it felt as if her head was going to explode as she leaned into Sam’s chest and began to whimper.

Her anguish caused the lights above them to flicker, and a slight wind to blow within the diner as she sheltered her head and ears, “Stop it! Shut up!”

Patrons within the diner asked questions, confused by the napkins and styrofoam cups flying about, as the lights flickered. One by one, each lightbulb burst, sparks falling onto the ground, and prompting a sort of stampede as everyone in the diner, except Sam, Madison and the strange man tried to run from the building.

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Dean kept his look on his face, watching her eyes as she told him that she felt she had managed to keep all her stitches. He was making sure that she was truly okay, and not lying to him to make him feel better. However, when she mentioned the comfortable beds of the hotel and alcohol, he smiled, “I feel ya there. Let’s go. I just gotta grab our stuff…”

He stood, leaning into the car and rummaging in the glove box, finding her wallet. He handed it to her carefully, before shutting the passenger door, and running around to the back. He popped the trunk and grabbed the blanket he had promised her, to cover her legs. Since she hadn’t been able to take a shower, he figured the blood covering her legs might be a bit jarring for some of the patrons. He smirked at the thought.

“Here. Throw this over your legs…”, he started, laying the blanket on her lap, as he opened the passenger door again, grabbing their bags. He dropped them on the ground and grabbed his half torn jacket from the seat as well, making a mental note that he would need to grab a new one. He held it out to her, kicking the door shut with his heel, “And you can put this on. Might help cover some of the blood. I got a little luckier than you did, on that side.”

“Now…”, he said brightly, clapping his hands, “Let’s go enjoy some luxury…and locking doors.”

He ran around behind her, letting the brakes off the wheel chair and pushing her toward the elevator. They were already getting a few stares from the swankier people in the parking garage, but considering the reason they were here, he didn’t care much. He pressed the button on the elevator and waited patiently.

As soon as the elevator came, he wheeled Mika in, using her chair to block the door from the others entering, and hit the lobby button. He laughed a bit at the groans that came from the other side of the door as the door shut and the elevator rose what felt like five feet, to the lobby and the doors opened once again.

“Good evening, sir. Checking in?”, a bell boy asked him, trying to take his bag from his shoulder. Dean stared the man down, not saying a word until he backed up a bit. He then pushed Mika past the man and to the desk.

“One room please.”, he muttered to the woman at the desk, putting on his best ‘sexy drifter’ face. The woman bit her lip and smirked at him, typing on her computer. She didn’t ask for a card, or an ID. She simply handed him a key card, and a slip of paper with her phone number and a small note, twirling her hair on her finger, “Oh…um. Thank you, Raven. That’s a beautiful name.”

“My shift is over in an hour…”, she muttered, before turning away from him, which caused his eyebrows to raise. He slowly turned from her, and back to Mika, his peppy look fading as his eyes met hers.

“Her shift is over in an hour…and she forgot to charge me!”, he said proudly, his tongue between his teeth as he ran around behind her again, and pushed her toward the corridor to their room.