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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smiled, pleased that she agreed to take his hand. He pulled her to his side as she stood, seeing the nervousness on her face, “I promise…I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

He spoke the words with a serious look on his face, reaching a hand up to quickly brush his thumb down her chin in an attempt to elicit a smile. He then turned to the front door, bringing her along with him as he turned the door knob, and swung the door open.

Sarah quickly turned her head, and peeked around the door facing as they approached. She stood about a half a foot below Cason’s eye level, her smoky hair whipping around as the chilly night air washed over them.

“Hey, darlin’.”, Cason almost cooed to her as he stepped over the threshold of the door, and onto the small porch. She backed up as he pulled Esme through the doorway with him, bringing her in front of Sarah. Her appearance was akin to a Doberman Pinscher, made of smoke and glowing red eyes as she pulled her lips back to show her teeth, “This is Esme. I know…she’s a human. But you need to protect her, at all cost. No matter what you see. No matter where I go. You watch her.”

Sarah turned her gaze to Esme, stepping forward with a small thud and bowing her head. Cason didn’t stop his orders as she did so, bringing his hand to her snout, “And anything that tries to get into this house, or near her, that doesn’t smell like I do…destroy.”

Sarah growled, almost excited at the permission to kill something. She kept her bowed stance in front of Esme, as Cason reached down for Esme’s hand. He yanked her forward, placing her hand amongst the wisping smoke atop Sarah’s head, allowing her to pet the hellhound, something humans never were allowed to do, or they would be torn to shreds.

“She can’t hurt you now, even if she wanted to. Even the guy I stole her from, as a puppy, has no say, here.”

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.

@AnnaBeth

And since he's not logging on often right now...it seems like we're at a standstill. I haven't heard from him in a few days.

I'm going to ask that you maybe wait to introduce the character, and if we find a spot in the story, after this big battle, I can message you, if that's okay. If you're not interested after waiting like this, I understand that too.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s mind delayed Mika’s screaming, between being drunk and maybe a little turned on by how forward this girl was being. However, when Raven was suddenly yanked off his lap, he bolted up, confused. His eyes then fell on Mika, as she punched her and fell beside him. He honestly had no idea how to react to what had just happened, but his mind sobered really quickly from the chaos.

“Oh no. Oh God. Um…I…”, he stammered, trying to both assess the blood that was now flowing down her leg, but also explain himself for what she had just seen. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself into one of these situations, but it was the first time with Mika. As the concierge man from earlier came to hand Dean some bar towels, he picked Raven up from the floor, unsurprised by what had just happened. He shoved her toward a door at the end of the small corridor, and leaned in to Dean.

“We won’t press charges. This isn’t the first, and probably won’t be the last, sir.”, he explained to Dean, who simply nodded, confused. Dean pressed the bar towels against Mika’s leg, attempting to stop the bleeding without a word. He felt sick to his stomach. The odds of her staying around now, were completely void, and he couldn’t blame her, even if he didn’t fully grasp monogamy, or why it meant so much to people. As his brain struggled to sober up, he avoided her eyes. The concierge chimed in again, “You two have the conversation you need to have, and either I’ll go up after and help you pack, sir…or I’ll help the misses to your room.”

He then stepped away from them and left them alone. Dean still stayed silent, his stomach in his feet as he pressed on the wound, pulling the rag away to check the bleeding. He was satisfied that it was barely bleeding, which meant it could be simply wrapped and left alone.

“It’s not bleeding…”, he whispered finally, still not able to look her in the eyes. He ran his hand across his mouth out of stress, quickly realizing that he was basically wearing Raven’s lipstick, from his nose to the bottom of his chin, and his lip was bleeding. Taking one of the spare bar cloths, he wiped his mouth clean of the lipstick, as best he could and sighed, “I um…I had planned to come down and…and tell her to just leave me alone. And she came out of nowhere…”

As he tried to explain, he took another deep breath, wiping a drip of blood away from his bottom lip from Raven’s assault on it. There was no way to explain how he was, despite her already knowing him so well, that didn’t sound like excuses. So, he stood, and pulled the wheelchair back over toward her, engaging the brake.

“Let’s go…”, he muttered, swallowing heavily and looking around the bar area at the patrons who were staring at him. He smirked and nodded at a few of them to get them to change their gaze, “I have a feeling we need to have a talk about a few things.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean noticed the way she kissed him, becoming a bit interested in why she was being so forward all of the sudden. He didn’t press it, though, as she offered to allow him to help her with her clothes. Smiling a bit brighter, he reached up for the waistband of her shorts, hooking his fingers in her underwear as he went, “The side of the tub isn’t super tall. So, you should be able to prop your leg up there…”

He slowly and methodically pulled the shorts from her feet and tossed them into what was beginning to be a pile. He then stood from her briefly, toeing out of his boots, and undressing himself, as he didn’t have any plans to miss out on using this posh tub.

Throwing his hoodie into the pile, he flexed his muscles for a second, trying to dull out the pain in his back and bent back down to her, lifting her into his arms, “I’m going to be as careful as I can…”

He placed his tongue between his teeth as he slowly lowered her into the tub, once they were in the small bathroom, leaving both her legs hanging over the side to fix how she liked them. He then turned around, stepping back into the room long enough to grab the cart, and rolled it in behind him, “And we can’t forget the beer…”

He pulled two beers from the bucket, setting them on the side of the tub, and then stepped in with a small splash. He popped the tops on the beers, and leaned forward while waggling his eyebrows, handing one to her.

———-

Dean woke up from what was either too short of a nap, or an alcohol induced sleep. Judging by how drunk he still felt, he assumed it was the latter. He smirked at the flashing memories from earlier, looking down at his chest to find Mika sleeping. Despite their injuries, the night had gone like many with them, and alcohol.

He carefully slipped out from under Mika’s arm, quickly grabbing the robe that he had dropped on the floor earlier in the night and wrapping it around his body. In his alcohol induced fever dream, he had a strong urge to check in on the note from earlier. He would feel rude if he didn’t at least explain to the woman that he wasn’t interested. Yet, he also should have known that being drunk, and doing so was a bad idea, as well. He had most definitely drank more of the beers than Mika.

Concierge had brung their clothes back, earlier in the night. He only remembered because he was forced to give them a bit of extra money, to keep them from reporting him answering the door naked. The clothes were even folded, which made the place look even more fancy.

He lazily reached for a pair of jeans, a plain green t-shirt and a white flannel shirt, before stealing his belt from his other pair of jeans. His attempts to stay quiet were made difficult by his efforts to get into a clean pair of jeans while intoxicated, but he finally managed to do so…even tying his own boots. Without grabbing a key card, Dean left the room and walked down the hall, to the elevator.

While inside the elevator, he went over and over the speech in his mind, trying to remember how to turn down a woman. However, as he stepped off the elevator, Raven was seated on a sofa nearby, in the bar. It was as if she was waiting patiently for him to come down stairs, which struck him as odd. She happily stood from the sofa, and stepped over to him.

“Hey, there…stranger.”, she purred at him. He raised his eyebrows, noticing that shew as now in a cocktail dress and heels, instead of her uniform that he had seen her in earlier.

“Um. Hi. You left me a note…and um…about that…”, he started, nervously as she linked her thumbs in two of his belt loops, “Um. I’m not alone.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were alone, did I? You came.”, she said plainly, pulling him down a small hallway, and onto another sofa. None of the workers that passed them seemed surprised by her aggression, even seeming like they saw this often, with her. She quickly straddled his waist, and locked them into a kiss. It wasn’t in Dean’s nature not to kiss back, especially while drunk and stressed. Involuntarily, he tangled his fingers in her hair, even though his brain was screaming at him that this was bad, and this would end…badly.

But she was kissing him. And she was pushing his shirt up. What was he supposed to do? His brain was so confused that it felt on fire, as her hands ended up on his belt, an action that caused his hand to instinctively grab her wrist firmly.

“There’s the line…”, she whispered, biting his lip roughly as she pulled back from him for air, “Not everyone is comfortable in public. It’s okay. You’ll get over that with me.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled brightly at the reactions to his sleepover comment, until Mika brought up the times he had hidden from her mom and dad. He frowned, and raised his eyes to the ceiling briefly, before glaring at Mika for bringing up embarrassing stories. Only he was allowed to do that, “Yeah yeah. We’re not talking about me, here. We’re talking about Sammy, his love for facials and teddies…and keeping him safe for the night.”

He gave a small smirk and then laughed, “I’ll go grab the blankets and some sleeping bags. I know where everything is, Bobby…don’t worry about it.”

Bobby nodded to the boys, as Dean patted him on the back on the way out of the vault. His stomach hurt, the more he thought about this whole mess. It wasn’t a pang of optimism, but at the moment, they didn’t really have the luxury of worry.

“There’s a cabinet over there with guns, knives, and about a gallon of holy water. Hell, I think there’s even a few rosaries in there, if you want to give your lady friend some jewelry.”, he explained to Sam, giving him a ‘loving father joking with his son about a new girlfriend’ look, “I’m gonna go upstairs with the girls, and see what we can come up with for defense up there. I have a few ideas, but I need some extra hands.”

Annabeth

Annabeth stepped around the room slowly, as the room began to clear. She went over every crack in the wall, and what Bobby filled it with, as well as the paint of the sigils that were meant to protect her. She laughed lightly at a few of the things that were said, as she studied everything.

She finally made her way across the room, as one by one, everyone ended up leaving the vault, leaving only herself and Sam. She couldn’t help break the silence in the echoing room, even if it changed the mood a bit. It would possibly be the last time she could speak to Sam, before the timer started, and her words became muddled in anxiety.
“I think it’s time for us to have a talk, about how this should go. I’m going to put it bluntly…if this doesn’t work. If it doesn’t…you have to be able to let me go. I feel what you feel, like I’ve known you, missed you, and maybe even in some ways have been attached to you pretty much forever. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m ‘like you’ with whatever is going on with us…or…or maybe it’s something else that I don’t remember…But promise me that if I have to go, you’ll close your eyes, and let me go.”

She spoke the words with a bit of extra clarity, compared to her normal nervous demeanor. It was as if the nervousness and fear were bringing out a bit of clarity. She reached her hand up to Sam’s cheek, brushing her thumb down the bridge of his nose, and over his lips, “Promise me.”

Cason

Cason continued to scan Esme’s face, a bit worried that she was going to say ‘no’ to all of the above options. When she asked the question about being locked in the vault with Sam and Annabeth, he didn’t nod or shake his head, simply staying silent to let her know that his options for protecting her were very limited.

When she finally agreed to the dogs, he smiled, nodding his head, “I can take care of that. I can’t do it for the dogs I’m unattached to, but I can for those that are mine.”

He reached forward, carefully finding a bit of skin on her hand to place his finger on. As he touched her skin, a small black mark appeared, and he pulled his hand back, “I’ll have to talk to them, and you’re welcome to come with…but now, you’re basically marked. They can see you. You can see them. And anyone that comes near you, that doesn’t smell like this house, will be a pile of guts on the floor, before they know what hit them.”

He glanced toward the window, hearing one of his hounds howl, as she grew restless simply standing out in the junkyard. If he gave them something to do, any one of the five would be ecstatic.

“Let’s go get you acquainted with my girls. Sarah is sitting right outside the window over there, and I think Violet is nearby. They’re my biggest two, and I think they’ll love you.”, he joked with Esme, slowly unfolding himself and standing from the floor. He held his hand out to her, “And I’ll remove that mark when we’re through this.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean pulled his zippo from his pocket, and lit a couple of the candles that were against the wall, next to the tub. He was proud of himself for putting all of this together. They were in a nice place. He had Mika back. He was going to make sure he made the best of it, with her.

He stood and stared at the tub for a few seconds, before turning to Mika. He hadn’t even thought about the note. To him, Raven was just another in a long line of women who had taken his flirting more seriously than he originally intended. However, unlike that long line of women, he had no intentions of sleeping with Raven. He would simply go and explain everything to her, after Mika fell asleep. It would clear up any hard feelings, surely.

He glanced down at the cart, narrowing his eyes as he picked up the note and opened it. After reading the end of the note, he raised his eyebrows, surprised by how upfront Raven was about wanting to have sex with him. He swallowed heavily, but quickly looked away from the note and crumpled it in his hand. He tossed it in the trashcan, "Well that was forward..."

With a quick change of attitude, he smiled brightly at Mika unning over to her, he squatted and kissed her, excited and proud of himself for the romantic bath. He pulled back from the kiss, leaving his nose brushing hers lightly as he smiled, “So, um…do you need help with all these clothes?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean nearly rolled his eyes at Mika’s exclamation that he didn’t need to sleep with anyone, because she was with him. Of course not, but it was a pretty central part of his personality to flirt, something he had been fighting since he met back up with her.

“Meh. I guess…”, he joked, shrugging his shoulders. He laughed soon after, to make sure she knew he was joking. He knew that he could have just about anything he wanted, with the right hustle. Sometimes that hustle was pool. Sometimes it was sex. Either way, he tended to get what he wanted. The thought made him smirk as the knock on the door jarred him from his thought.

“Beer!”, he called out, standing from the side of the tub and running over to her, to pick up the clothes bag. He ran almost as quickly over to the door, swinging it open with a bright smile, “Hey!”

“Um. Hello, sir.”, the bell boy muttered, pushing a cart into the room and taking the bag of clothes from Dean’s hands carefully. He held the bag out in front of him as he stood, waiting for his tip.

“Oh. I forgot. Gotta tip the bartender, right?”, Dean asked enthusiastically, pulling his wallet out, and slapping a twenty onto the palm of the bell boy. He shoved the twenty in his pocket, pulling a folded piece of paper. He shoved it at Dean.

“And Miss Raven asked me to give this to you. No message.”, he finished, before turning and walking properly down the hallway. Dean held the piece of paper in front of his face for a second, before shrugging absently, and rolling the cart into the room and letting door shut.

“Beer’s here!”, he called out, as he noticed the tub was pretty much full. He stopped the cart in front of Mika, throwing the note beside the bucket without reading it, and stepped over to turn the water off, “And your bath is ready…”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean huffed a bit as he coped with the feeling of basically fear he felt every time Madison was near him, especially when she made any show of power. She was more powerful than they probably could fathom, and those little shows of power were just teasers. Shifting his gaze as he felt Esme’s hand against his cheek, he stared down at her and sighed deeply. She was right. The girl was just a kid. As much as he didn’t want her to latch onto them, and become their problem, she already was. He was still acutely aware that he would have to kill her, eventually, but until that time came, he had to hold himself together.

He closed his eyes for a second as she placed her hand on his chest and stepped away from him, thankful that she seemed to be able to get through to Madison, when he and Sam couldn’t.

Dean opened his eyes and sighed, as Sam stepped up next to him and explained what happened in the diner. He couldn’t help his eyebrows raising nearly into his hairline as he heard the words.

“And you think this was Angel radio.”, he muttered, as he realized what Sam was actually talking about. The angels were watching Madison. Great, “Wonderful. So, the angels are wanting to use our own little Superwoman as some sort of angelic weapon of God. That means the demons have to know she exists, right? Maybe even Michael. So, we’re in a deeper mess than we originally thought…”

He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he turned and kicked a bit of dirt with his boot. Now, he couldn’t let the girl go. He wanted to kill her, to end all of this, but in their experience, Angels had ways of making sure she either couldn’t die, or that her power could go somewhere else. And now that Michael had made a child, the Angels would be aware that they could just make another, with the right Angel.

Even worse, Lucifer could make his own, if he found out about her. Dean shuddered at the thought, “Alright, then. I guess we keep her from the Angels, until we figure this out..especially Lucifer.”

Madison

Madison didn’t even know how she had gotten to the statue. One second she was feeling sick to her stomach and the next, she was curled up on the base of the statue, glad to be away from Dean as he ranted at her. These people didn’t want her around, not even Sam. Dean hated her. Sam felt sorry for her. She was alone, and she didn’t even have her mother to care for her.

However, as Esme took a seat beside her, she jumped, not knowing any of them could see her. Hearing her voice, Madison sniffled and raised her head slightly, before wrapping her arms around Esme tightly and burying her face in her hair as she spoke.

Hearing that Esme had powers too, her shoulders relaxed just a bit, and she furrowed her eyebrows against her shoulder, “Really?”

She pulled away from her gently, enough to look at her face and scan her eyes as she explained what being an empath meant. Finding out about Esme’s powers made her feel more guilty for a brief second, and she felt the need to apologize, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this, then…I don’t know what to do. And I can’t stay with you, if Dean wants to kill me. I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, when he makes my brain angry.”

As Esme’s projection began to affect her, her shoulders lowered slightly and her face turned into a small smile, almost as if she was high. She leaned her head on her shoulder, and sighed.

“I don’t want to be God’s power, like the man in the restaurant said. I just want to learn about the world. I want my mom…”, she whispered quietly, her gaze falling on Dean as she spoke. She sighed as a flutter of wings blew both their hair aside.

“Hello, Esme…”, Castiel muttered as he landed. He had never met the woman, but like most humans, he was aware of her name, and her connection to Dean, “Madison…”
Madison’s head perked up, not instantly recognizing Castiel, until she took in his voice for a few seconds on her own, “Castiel? Castiel?!”

She stood from the statue, carefully removing herself from Esme and practically jumped onto Castiel, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. In shock, he simply stood, his arms at his side and stared at Esme, “Um. You called.”

“I did. I’m so happy to see you. Teach me everything about being an angel…go.”, Madison chirped at him, finally releasing him from her death grip. Castiel smirked lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder to bring her back down to earth.

“You’re not an angel. I can explain everything, but for now…we should all find a place to go where we can be more, discreet. The angels know of you. They’ll be circling almost anywhere you go.”, he explained, giving a glance to Esme, “And your…Esme can come with us.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked at her response to the laundry bag being dumped on her lap. He knew that she would react that way, but it amused him nonetheless. Sitting on the edge of the bath, he pulled the plug into the drain and turned the water on, holding his hand under the faucet to test the temperature before turning back to her with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah it’s going to be a struggle. I haven’t lived like this in my entire life…and I didn’t even have to sleep with anyone?”

He raised his hands, as if he had met his ‘aha!’ moment in life. He had to think that maybe it was because he didn’t have Sam with him, or that they had never honestly tried to get into anything too nice, in case they messed anything up. If he could get these rooms on sheer look alone, or a bit of a flirt, maybe they should try every time they went out.

“We ought to try this more often.”, he quipped, smiling proudly, “I can smile and talk up the desk clerk. You can do the same at the cafe, and voila! Free room. Free food. Free beer. All because we’re sexy.”

He laughed, standing from the tub and stretching, “Hopefully they hurry with those beers. I’m ready to jump in.”

He was visibly in a better mood, despite leaving an entire hotel of people to die. There was something about this place that just…spiked his dopamine. He almost wanted to call Bobby, now, and brag to him about the digs. But, he knew that it would be easier to tell him after they were no longer enjoying the luxury.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled a bit brighter than he should have as she reacted to the kiss. It was the exact response he was hoping for. He nuzzled against her nose, trying to play into her hand and confirm that they were on the same page, “You did say you were staying. I’m just not a very trusting person…so, I take out insurance.”

He laughed softly, before Sam’s voice rang out in his ears. He closed his eyes, letting a sigh leave his nose as his brother approached, and he turned from Esme, brushing his nose against hers as he turned his head.

“Hey! What…”, he called back, before standing suddenly at their appearance, especially Madison’s hair being in tangles all over her head, “What the hell happened to you guys? We were only gone for a few minutes. You look like you’ve been through a hurricane…”

Madison

Madison was relieved that Sam agreed with her praying to Castiel. So, Castiel was a good guy. Castiel wouldn’t hurt her. Castiel was someone she could confide in. Good.

She followed him, carefully running to keep up with his long strides, as he was a good foot and a half taller than herself. She took note of every aura and every being she passed, feeling different waves of power coming off people, as if they were a mixture of species.

As they arrived and Dean stood and asked what had happened, she reached her hand up to her hair, attempting to smooth it by patting it down. While she failed miserably, she was learning, and that made her smirk but dryly answer Deans question, “There was a loud bunch of voices in my brain. I panicked and caused a um…a scene in the restaurant. But don’t worry…I didn’t hurt anyone this time.”

As she finished, Dean’s face relaxed and he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze from Madison to Sam, “Well that’s a relief. We’re going to have to find a better way for you to deal with your crap, than just having random outbursts every time someone hurts your feelings, alright?”

Madison glanced down at the ground, suddenly feeling guilt in her stomach. Dean sighed, closing his eyes in frustration, and turned back to Esme. He tried to whisper so that only Esme could hear him.

“How am I supposed to be easy on her, when she can’t even have a meal without going nuclear?”, he whispered through gritted teeth. As he turned back toward Madison, she had disappeared, causing him to throw up his hands in exasperation, “Great…just great.”

Madison sat on the base of a statue behind Sam, just out of Dean’s eyesight but not out of Esme’s. She had tried to position herself to the back of the statue, and was hugging her legs, her face buried in her knees as she sobbed. She felt guilt. She felt like she wished she had never been born. It was obvious that everything she touched, exploded. And she didn’t want to be near Dean Winchester.