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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

The sun peeked into the window, assaulting Dean's face with its brightness. He squinted, trying to stay asleep, despite his retinas burning behind his eyelids. He was so comfortable, and his head was already pounding.

Dean opened his eyes with some effort, blinking away the sleep from them as he woke up. He raised a hand to his forehead, realizing one arm was pinned down and that he had gone back for a few extra drinks between his overexcited ‘relaxation time’ with Esme pretty much all over the bar, judging by the slightly drunk feeling he still suffered.

He was determined, throughout the night, and had been vocal about not going back to Sam, at that time. He needed a break, from the angels, the demons, his brother, and everything that came with being a Winchester. It was a break that he didn’t have time to take, but he had to, or he would go insane.

He smirked, remembering that the bartender cut him off out of pure annoyance, and he had come to get this room, with Esme, who he assumed…

Glancing down at his chest, he smirked seeing her blonde hair and realizing she was the weight against his right arm. Despite the massive hangover, he would likely be nursing all day, he felt well-rested for the first time in a long time. Really, for the first time since he had come back from Hell. He snuggled her closer to his bare chest and sighed, closing his eyes and just existing for a moment.

But as if his mind had it out for him, the situations surrounding him popped into his head, causing his eyes to pop open. He brought the hand that had been resting on Esme’s shoulder up to stroke her hair, not really wanting to wake her up, but knowing they needed to check in on Sam.

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Dean took in her sigh of relief, breathing his own tired sigh as she explained her father’s reasoning for not fighting him. He still felt guilty that he didn’t lay the first blow on him. He deserved it, and he was always good for a fight. What was one more scar?

When she pulled away from him, just asking him to simply stay with her, he nodded, his eyes a bit confused as to how he would help by simply existing. He didn’t find himself that calming. He was chaotic, irrational, and full of rage. It was the most confusing thing about Mika, was how she seemed so chill. She seemed like she genuinely enjoyed being near him, despite all of those things. He hadn’t told her what he did or even the things he had seen and done, yet. When that conversation came up, he would have a lot to explain, and a lot of things would likely go south for him, quickly.

But he nodded, wiping an odd tear from her face with one of his fingers, “I don’t know that I’m the best cuddler. I’m a bit…not cuddly. But I can do my best.”

He gave a small smile, looking into her dark brown eyes as he softened his gaze. He then glanced down, and glanced back up, the green of his eyes catching the moon that was coming in through the window, “What are you in the mood to watch? A girl like you? I’m sure you have a chick flick or two to make us cry…”

He laughed softly, standing from the floor after a few moments and crawling onto it, all the way to her pillows, where he flopped down and brought his hands up to rest behind his head.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean scrambled from the floor, groaning a bit with how hard he had fallen down the stairs. He shook himself and looked up the stairs to where Cason had run with his knife, “DAMMIT!”

After yelling, he looked to Mika as she shouted for him to take the shotgun, his hand instinctively coming out to grab it, and open it in front of him. He took the shells from the table, and slipped them into the gun one by one as she ran away from him. It wasn’t the best weapon to have against a hoard of demons, but it would be better than nothing.

He turned the gun toward the back door of the basement, planning to shoot anything that stepped through, but the demons at the top of the stairs caught his attention as they focused on Mika. He saw red pretty instantly, stepping up to the base of the stairs and pointing the shotgun at them just as Mika was flung, “Mika! You good?”, he yelled across the room. Her gunfire told him his answer, and he fired a salt round into one of the demons chest.

Through the back door, another five demons came through, all running for Dean as he fired blasts at them, and eventually emptied the shotgun with a groan. Throwing it to the side, he bent down, pulling a punch knife from his boot and squared up on the demons with the knife between his fingers.

As they rushed him, he stabbed at random points, a couple of them in the eye to slow them down, another in the throat, fighting with every ounce of energy he had left in him to make sure they stayed away from Mika. He wasn’t concerned about the door behind him, as the demons couldn’t cross the threshold of the panic room. But he could protect what was his.

However, even though he fought valiantly, a demon stepped forward with the crowbar Mika had dropped near the stairs, and with one swing to the face, took Dean down. It made a ‘crunch’ as it connected with his ear, causing him to see stars, before everything went black, and he crumpled to the floor. The demons around him laughed, turning their attention toward the panic room.

All of them sneered at Sam through the open door, knowing they couldn’t get in, but knowing he would eventually have to leave the room. Everyone was fair game tonight.

Cason

Esme grunted when she connected with the floor after being thrown through the door. When Cason appeared at her side, she had to admit she was glad to see him at that moment. She ached all over from the beating she received outside. She slightly rolled to her side with a groan to look at him.

“I’m okay.” she told him, forcing herself to sit up as Bobby splashed the demon with holy water. She then looked around for her knife, finally spotting it a couple of feet away from her. She was thankful that it actually made it inside the house. She crawled over to the knife. Once it was in her hand, she forced herself to her feet. Once on her feet, she staggered a bit, but it was clear she could still hold her own.

Cason sighed in relief when Esme answered him, picking up his knife he shoved her up onto her feet and pushed her forward toward the demons she was fighting. He turned and stabbed a demon through the chin, watching it spark out before removing the knife and turning to another.

The demon punched him in the face with a force he wasn’t used to, grabbing his hand as he tried to slash her in the face. She squeezed at his wrist, his bones starting to crack, and ripped the knife from his grip, turning him around to face Esme with the knife pressed against his throat, “STOP! All of you…stop…”

Sarah attempted to come to his rescue, running toward him, but he held a hand out to her, nodding toward Esme, to keep her focused.

It was then that Cason peered over and noticed that Bobby had been taken as well, during the chaos, a large knife pressed to the side of his neck as the demon held him, despite his protesting.
As he glared around the room at demons who were his lessers, winning, he heard steps coming up from the basement and turned his head to see something that made his stomach lurch. A large male demon was carrying Dean Winchester’s body, or what seemed to be his dead body into the room. The demon tossed Dean onto the floor in front of all of them, and stood over him proudly.

“Good. Now…we have one more to gather down stairs, the feisty cutie this one is canoodling with. Once our boss has the tiny one in the vault, we’ll be out of your hair, and everything can go back to sunshine and rainbows…well…maybe not for him.”, she quipped, giving a fake sad look to Dean, whose head was now bleeding a nice puddle on the hardwood from his ear.

Annabeth

Annabeth didn’t want to stay back. She wanted to kill the demons, which she knew she and Sam were both extremely capable of doing. She stepped forward, raising her hand at the demon fighting Dean, before Sam pulled her behind him and Dean went down hard.

“DEAN! We have to help them. Sam…we have to…”, she complained, fighting against his arm a bit. She was cut off however, by an unfamiliar voice and a gust of wind.

“Sam Winchester…you’re just as cute as I thought you would be.”, a tall male angel with black hair and blue eyes, similar to Castiel’s stepped in front of both of them, causing Annabeth to flinch as he interrupted her, “Lucky for you, I’ve been instructed not to harm a hair on your head. Well…maybe one or two.”

“What do you want?”, Annabeth calmly asked, stepping around to Sam’s side. The angel laughed, echoing inside the large room, and pointed straight at her face.

“Demons can’t come in here and I show up in the heat of the battle. Who do you think I am? Castiel? That pathetic, weak, attached excuse for an angel. No…I’m…”

“I didn’t ask who you are. I asked you what you want!”, Annabeth snapped at him, her eyes starting to fade to white. The angel laughed again, stepping forward and looking closer at his eyes, before raising his hands in front of him to feign being scared.

“Are you going to go nuclear in the room with your boy toy? Or do you even know what you’re capable of? We’re going to make you a soldier for Lucifer! You should be grateful! You’re coming with me…one way or another.”

Annabeth sneered at him, before giving up and dropping her shoulders. She knew what he would do, if she didn’t go with him. She knew that he would hurt Sam as badly as he was able, without killing him, and wouldn’t stop from hurting her just as badly. He would probably kill everyone in this house.

“I know…”, she whispered.

“Then say your goodbyes and lets go. I’ll call everything off, and your friends get to live. But right now, Dean Winchester is dying. The others are subdued…or will be, and there’s only one way out. It’s you, or them…”, the angel explained, holding his hand out to her.

She turned to Sam, a sad smile on her face as she stared at him, knowing that he was going to be devastated, but she couldn’t let his brother die. Not to mention this was going to end the same way, only on one hand it would end with them all dead and the other hand would end with her going, and they could survive.

“Sam…”, she whispered, almost flinching at her own voice, “I have to go. I have to. Don’t…please don’t argue.”

She broke off, and reached a hand up to his cheek, playing with his sideburns for a few seconds before standing on her tiptoes and giving him a lingering, deep kiss. She pulled away, pressing her forehead against his briefly, “Close your eyes. Sam…close your eyes.”

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Dean hugged her to him tightly as she pulled away from the kiss and buried her face in his shoulder. He didn’t know what to say, as he didn’t take John’s physical anger badly, anymore. He kinda just took it. But for her, he never wanted that. No one should ever have laid a hand on her. This was Mika Chambers. She was the most non-confrontational, kind person he had ever met in his entire life, and for someone to hurt her over nothing?

He stroked her hair gently, letting her cry and get things out of her system, asking questions he didn’t have the answer for, “Shhh. I know. He takes it out on you because he’s a coward. There is nothing…nothing you could do that will ever make it okay for someone to put their hands on you like that.”

As he finished trying to answer the question that bothered him the most, she continued and his heart hurt for not knowing about all of this. How had he missed the signs, if they were there? It could have been because the only person he had noticed her dad being aggressive toward was himself, when the man would threaten him. But if he had known about this?

He sighed at her asking him not to leave her alone, which wasn’t something he was planning to do. From the second she invited him over, he had planned to stay until at least they left for school the next morning, if not just hide in her closet until she could run away.

“I’m not going anywhere…”, he whispered against her ear, kissing her neck just below, “I shouldn’t have let you go back there. I could have taken him, if he had just been man enough to fight me…but I’m sorry I didn’t stop him.”

He let his own floodgates open a little. Seeing like this broke pieces off his soul, little by little, and made him feel as if he was having a heart attack from the sheer gut wrenching pain. He also didn’t know how to deal with people who were upset. His method was typically to pat them on the back, and tell them they were okay. However, he wanted to fix every problem in her life, even the big ones.

“What do you need me to do?”, he asked, still petting her hair as he hugged her.

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As Dean waited for her to turn around, offering a small smile that quickly dropped as he caught on to the swelling of her eye. As she opened the window, he watched her face intently, his eyebrows stitched together in worry as he reached out for her. He crawled through the window carefully, being as quiet as he could, and closed it behind him.

He could hear her mother downstairs, and was thankful that she was at least distracting Mika’s father from coming up the stairs and bothering her. He wanted her to be able to rest, tonight, and he didn’t want to have to potentially kill her father. He turned his eyes from the door, to her face, and sighed.

“Is that from…”, he started to speak as he stepped up in front of her and hit his knees, placing his hands on her knees. But he stopped himself, knowing the answer, “Mika, I’m so sorry…”

He croaked the words out, gently wiping a tear away from her black eye. He stared at her face, wanting to find that same glimmer of happiness or hope that he loved seeing, but he found none. She was broken. She seemed nervous around him. He didn’t want to make her flinch, or for her to think that any of this was on her.

He leaned back from her, pulling his jacket from his arms, and spread her legs slightly to situate himself close to her body as he wrapped her back up in her leather safety net. After the jacket was there, he kissed her nose, whispering to her, “I’m here, now. Alright? You’re okay…”, before leaning in and kissing her carefully.

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Dean walked down the road, his head hung low as he kicked every rock on his feet came across. He was half tempted to storm into her house, right at this moment and steal her away. Who was going to go up against Bobby Singer to bring her back home? But the more he thought about it, the more his mind went back to the punch he had seen smash her jaw. He clinched his own jaw, shrugging his arms into his jacket with a growl and kicked the ground a little harder.

He could feel his anger issues boiling up again. It was something he had worked on, since being arrested and spending time at a ranch for those same issues. He was calm, and reserved most of the time, save the odd fight with his dad, which is what had brought him to Sioux Falls semi permanently, in the first place.

In fact, Bobby had taken him in, with one condition: No outbursts or breaking things.

It was something that hadn’t been that hard to keep under control, since he had met Mika. She calmed him, made him feel human, and most days, made him feel relatively normal. But her dad not wanting to fight him, punching her in the face after refusing was touching a chord that he had suppressed for a long time.

He approached the junkyard gate, shrugging through it aggressively, and up the steps of the tattered house. He opened the door to the house, and aggressively slammed it behind him, which perked Bobby’s head up, as he sat at his desk.

“Dean-o?”, he called, standing carefully as Dean stomped toward the stairs, not saying a word. He ascended the stairwell, stomping the entire way, “Dammit boy, what have you gotten into, this time?”

Bobby noticed there wasn’t any blood on his face. He didn’t look roughed up and as far as he could tell, the skin on his knuckles was a normal color. So, he made the decision to not follow him. Instead, he sat down at his desk, and let him have his space, something he did, while Dean worked through his rage.

Dean entered the bedroom at the top of the stairs, slamming the door behind him and tossing himself into the small rolling chair in the corner. He wanted to send her a message, hoping that she wasn’t banned from her computer or anything, and when he moved the mouse, he noticed her message and sighed with relief.

“Don’t worry about it.
I’ll be there as soon as I can get out of here.
I promised.
-Dean

He pushed away from the computer, and practically sprinted for his bedroom door, before barreling down the stairs and through the living room. As he passed Bobby again, he raised a hand, “I’ll be back in a bit. Don’t wait up!”

Bobby didn’t have time to respond, before Dean was out the door. He just shook his head, rubbing his eyebrow at the whiplash, and took a drink.

Dean practically ran to Mika’s house, sneaking around the side, and stepping in behind the bushes below her bedroom window. There was still a ladder there, from the roofing work. Her father wasn’t the best at getting anything done, other than being an angry bastard. Dean was oddly thankful for that. He carefully pressed himself against the wall, to get to the ladder without being seen through the living room window, and then started to climb the ladder, carefully stepping onto the eve beneath her window, once he reached the top.

He reached a hand out, squatting by her window, and tapped on the glass gently with his silver ring.

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Dean’s eyes moved from Mika’s dad’s face to Mika’s face briefly as he held onto the man, his eyes telling her that he was both sorry and worried about her all in one look. When her father responded, Dean flinched at his words, wanting to punch him so bad it hurt, but he knew it would just make things worse for Mika. He reached, chasing her Dad’s freed wrist with his hand, and followed them as he yanked Mika toward the truck.

“Hey! No stop…”, he muttered, still following them. When he realized that her father wasn’t going to take a crack at him, and instead had thrown her into the truck, he ran up to the passenger side window, slapping at the window, “Hey. I’m going to come get you…I’m going to co-.”

His words broke off, as her father’s punch connected with her face, his heart nearly stopping. He couldn’t even form the words to scream, or try to stop them from driving away as the truck engine turned over with a roar and it began backing up to leave. He kept his hands on the window as she looked back up at him, gritting his teeth in rage, “I’m sorry. I’ll be right here. Hey! I’ll come get you. MIKA!”

As the truck peeled away from him, he raised his hands to his hair briefly as he tried to decide what to do with himself, or rather, about the situation. He punched the air, hating the helpless feeling that he was starting to notice as a pattern, and screamed in an echo through the park, “SON OF A BITCH!”

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Dean’s heart fluttered as she spoke to him. It was the most she had admitted so far, and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her again. He mirrored nearly everything she was saying, except that for him, her romanticism of life was what intoxicated him, when he was around her. She saw the world as a rosier place than he ever could, and he couldn’t help want to keep that world view safe, making her stay in her books. As she hugged him, he released her hips, wrapping her up tightly in his arms.

He smiled, “And for me it’s the opposite. You’re the most romantic…”

Dean’s words were cut off by Mika’s father screaming at them. He flinched, releasing her just as reluctantly, and almost pushing her behind him out of instinct. He squeezed her hand tightly, as he realized how bad she was shaking when she touched him. The fear she was feeling caused his eyes to narrow, wondering if her dad would truly lay hands on her, while he was there, which would be a mistake.

Dean was caught off guard as Mika was pulled away from him, and his jacket was flung into his chest. He looked down at the jacket, as her dad screamed at him, his mind moving a million miles a minute. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, telling him that Mika was in for a rough night, physically. The thought caused his hand to come out, grabbing her father’s wrist before he could step too far away.

“Hey!”, he yelled, stepping more in line with the man, “Let go of her. We can talk about this man to man, but don’t…hurt her.”

He breathed heavily, a bit nervous about what her father would do next. He had had the crap knocked out of him by John plenty of times, for not following orders, but he couldn’t ignore the feeling that things were going to go south, real quick.

“I mean it. If you want to throw punches…throw them at me.”, he sneered back at him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason had just finished his last sigil, wrapping his hand tightly in a bandana. He wiped the blood from Bobby’s knife on his jeans, and handed it back to him, handle first.

“There.”, he muttered, pressing his lips together tightly in a sheepish smile, and then walking back over to stand near the window. He was patiently waiting for Esme to think over whatever it was that she needed to, and come back to him. He wanted to work on the whole ‘not keeping her prisoner’ thing, but this was a situation that was a bit out of the norm…honestly.

His ears twitched a bit at the sound of one of his younger hellhounds howling in the distance.

“Singer, do you have what you need to ward off demons?”, he asked Bobby, not looking at him as his breathing quickened. Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean, all the usuals. Why, what’s going on?”

As soon as Bobby got the words out of his mouth, gunshots rang out from the junkyard. Bobby stared at Natalia with big eyes, as Cason sprinted toward the basement stairs, headed for Dean.

“Take this…”, Bobby told Natalia in a bit of a panic, bending down to grab a gallon of holy water off the floor. He stood and handed the gallon to her, “And take the kitchen. They’ve all been salted, but you can’t be too sure. We gotta protect that basement. Be careful, you hear me?”

He then kissed Natalia on the forehead, and shoved her away from him, toward the stairs Cason had just sprinted down.

As Cason practically flew down the stairs of the basement, he smashed into Dean, both of them falling to the ground. Cason began patting Dean’s body down, as he got up first, causing Dean’s face to twist into a ‘wtf’ look, staring down at him as he made it to his hips. Cason finally found what he was searching for, and pulled Ruby’s knife from Dean’s pants, shoving away from him.

“Bring that back! We’re sitting ducks down here without a weapon!”, Dean screamed up the stairs as Cason ran away from him, sprinting toward the front door. His mind was in tunnel vision, as it raced through scenarios for Esme, not the greater good.

As he hit the center of the living room, Esme’s body was flung through the door, causing Cason to slide to a stop and then run to her, dropping the knife beside her head, “Esme! Hey…heyheyhey…I got you…”

As the demon entered the living room, Bobby splashed his face with holy water, smirking as he sizzled, “Everyone be on the ready! We don’t have much way to kill them but don’t forget your Latin!”

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There was never a kiss Dean had had, that felt like this. He wasn’t sure what the new feeling was, but he almost felt sick from excitement as she kissed him back. He noticed every touch, from her gripping the back of his shirt, to their chests brushing together, to the cold air biting through the thin flannel covering his arms.

Dean took in how small her face felt in his hands, and it made him press his fingers a little harder into her jawline as they kissed. His thumb brushing across her cheek made his heart flutter even faster. He had touched her face, before, but for some reason, the smooth skin against his hand was electrified. Her lips weren’t covered with layers and layers of fruity chapstick, they just tasted like Mika.

His mind wandered to her heartbeat against his fingertips, speeding up with his and skipping in unison with his own. When she pulled away, he chased the kiss, leaning forward with his mouth hanging open slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He kept his hands resting on her cheeks as the heat of her blush hit his palms, causing him to smile brightly.

“Um…”, he laughed nervously, catching his breath as drew a thumb along her jaw, and then dropped the hand to her hip, to keep himself separated from her, with their bodies. He wanted to show restraint, compared to other girls he would normally be with. Thinking about the idea of making her cry caused his chest to hurt a bit, as he leaned forward to place a kiss on her nose for the first time.

“I’m um…not sure you want to sign up for this.”, he muttered with a sigh, “Dean Winchester isn’t really known for his romance.”

He gave a small laugh, squeezing her hip a bit.