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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason furrowed his brow, glancing over to look at her face as she spoke. He was tempted to wipe the tears that fell from her eyes, but he refrained, wanting to make be less possessive and on top of her, like she asked. He knew she was right about the fact that her nuclear moment could have been bad for everyone, or at the least, as bad as his injuries. Only the others couldn’t heal the way he could. He sighed, kicking his heel against the step as she kept explaining.

His head shot up when she mentioned leaving, “No. Esme…Don’t say that. You just need to find a way to calm yourself, around people that feel things a little too much, you know? I mean, when I was younger, I had moments, and if it wasn’t for…her.”

He broke off, not wanting to talk about the woman he had been with, before the war. She was a British girl, an empath like himself. He could still see her blue eyes and bright blonde hair as it shined off the ocean, while they snuck around in her father’s mansion. He shook her out of his mind and continued, “I would have probably killed…”

He then noticed that she had fallen asleep on Violet, who was being as protective as ever, simply letting her lay there. Cason’s face fell into a sad gaze, as he reached a hand over, brushing his thumb down her cheek, slowly, his one working eye squinting to avoid the rush of emotion he was suddenly feeling as well. Being a demon, and dealing with human emotions was rough, and most of the time he could turn them off, like he figured Dean was able to do in Hell. You do what you have to do to survive.

But with Esme, he felt everything. He felt her loss, her remorse, her guilt, and though he wanted to shoulder all of it, due to his unfortunate feelings for her, he had promised her he would stay back a bit.

“What are you doing to me?”, he asked in a whisper, backing himself off the steps to stand. With Violet’s help, he was able to lift her into his arms, placing a small and almost automatic kiss against her temple as he carried her back to the door. Shoving it open from the broken door frame, he re-entered the house, careful to step around the broken salt line and over to the couch.

He caught Bobby’s attention, causing him to raise his eyebrows as he laid her down gently on the small couch, careful with her head as he lowered it onto the pile of pillows near the arm. He stepped back, painfully pulling the jacket he had conjured himself from his arms with a groan, and sighed as he stared at her. She wasn’t going anywhere…

He covered her upper body with the jacket, tucking the collar under her chin and then brushing her hair away from her face gently with a sigh. Stepping back from her, he picked up her legs, and flopped onto the other end of the couch, laying her legs across his own, with his arms draped over them. He had nothing to do but heal, and he could do just that, while making sure Esme was safe, no matter what agreement they had.

Violet nudged him as she finally made her way into the house, her body moving his legs to the side. She carefully pushed herself up against the couch and laid down, her head nuzzling under Esme's hand with a huff.

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Dean watched her intently as she stepped around to the drivers side, and sat down behind the wheel. She looked healthy. She looked rested, for the most part. He was happy to see that she had at least attempted to take care of herself while he was gone. When she started the car and it roared he let out a happy and loud laugh, clapping his hands, “HAHA! I still got it! Hey sweetheart…I’m back for a while, but you gotta be good.”

He then caught the second part of Mika’s confirmations, meeting her eyes with a smirk. He took in her eyes for the first time, letting out a sheepish sigh, like a childhood crush, “I think I’m here for a bit. I told my dad the weekend, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, until he gets bored on his own.”

He then cleaned up the mess under the hood, patting the top of the motor as he wiped things. Shutting the hood, he gave it two small taps and stepped around to her side of the car, standing in front of the open door, “But you can’t dress like that the whole time I’m here. It’s not fair. See…I’m a growing boy, and I have hormones..”

“That’s enough, boy…”, Bobby scolded him, as he came out to check on Mika. He hadn’t even noticed that Dean had arrived until he heard Mika’s car start. He came out to see what she had managed to figure out to make it turn over, considering he had sabotaged the starter. He should have known it was Dean, “Don’t make me regret saying this, but it’s good to see you, kid. I missed ya.”

“I missed you too, Bobby.”, Dean replied, smiling warmly at his father figure. He glanced back at Mika and sighed once again, relieved to be back with his chosen family. It was true that he would follow John’s orders without question, every time. It’s why he ran away without asking, and didn’t allow John to talk much. But truth be told, he had wished Bobby would adopt him since he was a kid.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean frowned in confusion as Mika flung her body over him. She seemed frantic and confused but also relieved. He listened to her words and frowned even deeper, “What? What do you mean I’m back?”

He sat up a bit, pulling her with him, and wrapped his arms around her in a groan, bringing a hand up to touch the wound that was now healed on the back of his head, but still ached as it finished healing.

“What the hell happened? I was fighting the demons and everything just went black and…did I die?!”, he gasped, staring at Mika with wide eyes, before staring around at everyone else with a terrified look, “DID I DIE?!”

He turned to Bobby, his wide eyes not changing a bit as he tried to process how he was alive, considering all of their faces. Maybe God did have big plans for him, or something. He hugged Mika a little tighter with a sigh, realizing that sometime while he was dead, the battle had ended.

He then pulled back to look around and see if they had lost anyone. Cason looked rough as he sat on the couch, over half his body was burned and visibly regenerating. Esme spoke to him and his head snapped to her with a warm smile, “You look like crap…”

He then glanced to his brother, “The girl. Did we win?”

Cason

Cason’s body had had an entire hour to begin repairs, and it was working fast, to his relief. His hair had almost all grown back in, and apart from a few deep burns to his right cheek and down his arm, he was relatively healed. He stood with some effort from the couch as Dean panicked and the others seemed relieved. He couldn’t lie, he was relieved to see Dean Winchester back in the game, especially now.

Seeing Sam in the room, and noticing that he hadn’t gone back down stairs caused his heart to skip a beat. Annabeth was gone. She was truly gone. He let out a shuddered sigh, and scanned over the group as Esme stepped outside, “We could have used your help Dean. Good to see you up and moving…”

As he got to his feet, he headed for the front porch as well, stepping quietly out the door behind Esme. He didn’t approach her, just watched Violet take over, wrapping herself around her to try and calm her. He knew she had to be blaming herself for losing control, when in reality, she had saved them all.

Well. Not so much Cason, but everyone else. He stepped forward toward the wide set of steps she was sitting on, and took a careful seat next to her, his knee bumping hers to show that he was there on good terms.

“You okay?”, he asked, now able to fully check her over, “You realize you saved the day, right? Like…we’re all alive because of you.”

Annabeth

“That’s enough…”, Alastair groaned, as Annabeth sat shivering on the floor. She had drank nearly three gallons of demon blood within the past several hours, and she felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and run away. Her head was swimming, and she couldn’t see much of anything, other than Alastair’s eyes as he bent down and helped her off the ground, “You’re strong enough to kill just about anyone you want to, now. I’m really impressed.”

“So I can go?”, she asked, and Alastair’s face changed to pure sadness as he peered into her blue eyes. He shook his head sadly, and stepped away from her, stepping over dead demons as he did so.

“I actually need you to go back into your room. I have to make a supply run for more blood and…well…I don’t trust you not to kill the non angels in the building and bleed them dry.”, he quipped, gesturing for the large male demon that was guarding her to take her back to her room. He then stepped out the door of the warehouse, and disappeared.

The demon grabbed her arm, pulling her as her feet skidded across the ground. She protested, trying to wrench his arm away from hers, as well as concentrate through her headache on exorcising him. But her nerves were too high for her powers to work properly as he drug her. He finally stopped and coughed a bit of black smoke, sneering, “You’re not supposed to do that, remember? I have permission to break both your hands into pieces if you do so. So, which finger first?”

“No! No wait. If I could just get some air, and calm down…maybe I could come back and be better?”, she asked the demon, who laughed, not making eye contact with her. He then accidentally caught her glance, and she concentrated harder, staring into his eyes, “You will let me go, and give me your phone…”

“Um. Okay.”, the demon whispered, his eyes dazed as he pulled his phone from his pocket, and gently released her wrist. Annabeth sighed, relieved that one of the powers Alastair had mentioned was real. She snatched the phone from his hand, and sprinted to the door, the demon simply standing there with his hands at his sides.

As soon as she stepped outside, she took a deep breath in the chilled air, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. After several seconds of absolutely worshipping the fresh air in her lungs, she snapped back to reality and pulled the demon’s cellphone in front of her.

Fumbling, she closed her eyes to remember Sam’s number that she had memorized before they ended up in the vault. He would come for her. He would meet her, and she could tell him everything, before coming back. If she stayed with him, tonight would happen all over again, but she could at least warn him, and give him the command to kill her, if the time came that he needed to.

After the number was punched into the phone, she pulled it up to her ear and closed her eyes, “C’mon Sam. Answer the phone. Please be okay…”

As she waited for him to answer, a gust of wind caught her attention and the smell of…roses? The faint sound of music could be heard from the warehouse, as the demon inside sang a hair metal ballad, seemingly to no one.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Maybe write me off without killing me. That way I can return if things change.

@ActRaiserTheReturned

Happily. In the midst of everything, we can just say that he left.

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Dean smirked in response to Mika’s excitement when she saw him. He dropped his bag to the ground as she ran to him, quickly wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around as the gravel crunched under his feet, “Yeah. I ran away like the good old days…”

He laughed and brought both his hands up to her face, staring at her and looking over her face for any changes from his time away. He didn’t really see any, other than she seemed happy and relaxed, other than being worried about her car.

“Have you checked the starter?”, he asked, reaching down and wrapping his fingers up in hers as they walked to her car. He was a little surprised that Bobby’s workload had gotten so bad that he would let a perfectly working car go dead in his lot. He didn’t mention it as he pulled his hand away from her briefly, to walk over to the work bench. He opened the top drawer, where Bobby kept the parts for his Chevelle, that he had pieced out from other cars in the lot. Rummaging, he found a Chevy starter, and a pair of pliers.

“Chances are, it’s a starter. I drove it a little rough and rowdy last time we were together, and if you put it up wet…well…”, he muttered as he loosened a few pieces and stripped a wire before diving under the hood of her car. He loosened the old starter and sat it on the top of the motor and then installed the new one with a grunt as he tightened it in.

“There. Let’s see if she fires up…”, he finally said proudly, stepping back from the car and wiping his hands, “Hey…I missed you.”

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PRESENT DAY

Dean had reluctantly gone to help his dad with a hunt, considering that no other hunters wanted to touch John with a ten foot pole. They had turned him down almost instantly, and so he turned straight to Dean, who he saw as being lazy, and reckless by staying away. He savored every phone call he got from Mika, the texts, the photos, all of it, and tried his best to get the job overwith as quickly as he could.

However, the job ended up being a long one. It turned into multiple cases, in what Dean didn’t realize was John keeping him busy. As he packed his things in the small hotel room he shared with John, his voice rang out, causing Dean to flinch.

“Going somewhere?”, John asked, tossing the Impala keys on the table beside him. Dean shrugged his shoulders, continuing to roll up his clothes and toss them in his military duffel. John didn’t move from his place at the door, and didn’t say anything, which meant he was going to put up a fight.

“I wanted to go check in on Bobby for a few days. Just a few days…”, Dean muttered, throwing his old flask in his bag and zipping it up.

“And you’re just going to run out on a job? Dean…”

“Look. I’ve done everything you ask. I never tell you no. I never do anything for myself. I’m asking for the weekend, dad. Just the weekend. I’ll call you.”, he explained, throwing the bag over his shoulder and stepping up to the door, which John blocked.
“If I find out…that you’re with that girl, we’re done. Do you hear me? You want to be like your brother, and walk out on this family…fine. But be a man and tell me. Don’t lie.”, John snapped, his teeth gritted as he talked about Sam. Dean narrowed his eyes in a glimmer of anger, which caused John to sigh, “Don’t lie to me.”

“Move. Dad move! I’ll be back.”, Dean almost growled at John, stepping around him with a shove and walking out the door.

—-

A stranger dropped him off, just down the road from Bobby’s junkyard. He didn’t want to go against Bobby’s wishes, and have anyone pull into the drive, in case he was being followed by something he had hunted. As he walked down the long gravel driveway, his heart fluttered a bit. He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was back in his teen years, excited to see the familiar face he had missed.

Stepping around the side of the garage, where he figured he would find Bobby, he saw a familiar set of legs out to the side of the Impala hood and smirked, stopping his stride to simply watch her move. After a few moments of staring, he smirked a bit wider and called out to her, “Need a hand?”

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Dean breathed a sigh of relief, hearing her confirm that none of this was on him. He still felt the guilt. He was with her. Her father hated him. He should have known better than to keep her out so late, even if she was being punished like a normal teenager. If nothing else, he was risking her freedom. He smirked, looking back up at Sarah when she said he basically had her permission to punch her husband in the face, permission he hadn’t asked for.

“Thank you, ma’am…”, he whispered, his throat a bit tight at the second half of permission, the permission to date Mika. It wasn’t something he had really thought about in his mind. Dating was an odd topic for Dean, as he wasn’t really sure he believed in the whole ‘one person for the rest of your life’ concept that his parents had tricked themselves into. But Mika seemed like she could break that mold a bit for him. He didn’t know if he believed they could last forever, but he knew that he wanted to know her for the rest of his life, and that nothing would ever happen to her, while he was around.

He sighed, wiggling out from under Mika’s head, gently laying it on the pillow beside him as he turned to face her when her mother left the room. Staring at her face as she slept, his stomach fluttered. He leaned forward and gently placed a kiss against her lips, placing a hand under his cheek as he stared at her, and eventually drifted off to sleep…

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Dean didn’t have the best grasp on normal adult relationships, considering his parents' situation. His mother was dead, and his dad handled it worse than even Dean could see himself handling the same situation. But his dad wasn’t a saint. He went out, screwed around, and still, Dean never ended up with a female role model at all. Bobby had conversations with him often about how a lot of his issues with showing emotion were from only having a damaged father as someone to look up to, other than himself.

As she explained the complications, his mind wanted to hear them as excuses, causing his eyebrows to stitch together in a bit of rage, worry, and protectiveness. He didn’t accept that someone could hurt the people they loved, no matter the reasoning.

Dean turned his gaze from Sarah to Mika’s face, trying to find in his mind a time that he would ever hurt her. He went over several scenarios that were what he considered the worst, and he realized that she would be his weak spot, if she was ever taken, or it came to him being forced to hurt her.

He turned back to Sarah as she spoke about Mika not wanting him to see her when she was bruised or down. He couldn’t remember a time that he even had a hint that this was going on, other than the one near fight he had been involved in with her father, that Bobby stepped in for. Bobby seemed really protective of Mika that night, and now Dean knew why.

“I um…I hope you understand why I can’t let him hurt her again if I’m around.”, he finally muttered, meeting her eyes with a serious and almost possessive look, “I don’t want to hurt your husband. I trust you, when you say you see good in him. I do. But what happened today is on me. All of it is on me.
I can’t…let her go through this. I’d take a bullet, ma’am.”

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Dean relaxed a bit, settling back down under Mika’s head, half scared he would wake her up with his racing heartbeat alone. He listened to her, hearing something he didn’t know about Mika for the first time, as he spent most of his alone time with her, and they were rarely apart, aside from night time when they spoke over the computer or on the phone, much to Bobby’s disdain.

He looked down a bit, not wanting to make eye contact as she explained that Mika’s dad had done this before. He felt a familiar pang of anger boiling in his stomach as she spoke, wishing that she would let him have a go at her husband, but he knew it would probably only make things worse for Mika, contrary to his instincts. Humans weren’t much of a problem, for him, anymore.

As she stepped across the room, he smiled at her thanks, feeling validated by her appreciation for his small gestures of friendship that she had witnessed. He figured that Mika’s dad had mentioned the kiss, if he had gotten there early enough to witness it. At the least, he probably mentioned that they were closer than normal. He furrowed his brow and tried to muster up the respect that he had for her, but the also the bravery he needed to ask the question that was burning in his mind, “Why do you stay? How could you stay, knowing how he is with her?”

He swallowed heavily, knowing that the question was going to be one that was hard to answer, but it had to be asked. Mika couldn’t just leave. She didn’t have to luxury, like he did, to simply run away. Every cop in the state would be after her.

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Dean smiled in relief, repositioning himself under her as she brushed off his being tongue tied. His smile turned into a small laugh as she reassured him there was action in the movie, to keep his attention.

He couldn’t help notice how much more relaxed she was, now that he was holding her. She had seemed calmer since the moment that he showed up, which made his mind up…he was staying. He would stay around as long as she asked him to, John be damned. He reached up, as she slept, and brushed his fingers across the black eye that they had both nearly forgotten about, in their peaceful time together.

It turned his stomach into knots that someone could do that to a person he found nearly perfect. How could someone hurt her, and bruise her face…specifically her eyes? He furrowed his brow as he thought about it while the credits rolled, a sappy love song he had heard many times over the radio in Bobby’s car playing in the background.

He barely heard the door open, as he stared at the side of her face, but when his eyes peered up at the slight click, he froze, staring at the door as her mother stepped into the room.

“Um…Mrs. Chambers…”, he started, taking a deep breath, but not moving, “I-um…why are you smiling? I can g-go…”