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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean leaned against the counter, his palms holding his weight, and turned the sink on angrily and filled a nearby glass with water as Mika stepped into the kitchen. His hand was shaking badly as he filled it up, and he sat it down roughly on the counter to stop anyone from potentially see his shivering. Blinking heavily as a stray tear escaped his eye.

He heard her footsteps, and carefully glanced over at her as she opened the cupboard to fetch the painkillers she needed. He turned his head back to the sink and placed his chin against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s not the girl…it’s what she is. It’s what…Sam…is. If Alastair figures out how to activate whatever it is that makes her tick, he’ll use her and then use her to get Sam…”

He muttered the words quietly, opening his eyes and glancing over at her again. He realized she was having issues with the labels, and let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the glass of water and bringing it to where she was standing. Dean sat the glass of water on the counter in front of her, and snatched the box out of her hands.

“Give that to me. Did anyone check you over? I was dead…they should have…”, he muttered just as angrily, easily finding what she needed and tossing it next to the glass of water. Sitting the box next to everything, he turned back to her, the tear on his face falling from his chin as he put on his business face and turned her face toward the light with both his hands. He moved her face side to side, watching her eyes, “Shockingly, your pupils look pretty good…but you got rocked. Can you take five seconds to think about yourself? Please?”

He turned back to the counter, letting her go and popped the pills out of their packaging, before picking up the water in his other hand and holding them both out to her, “Here…”

Annabeth

Annabeth let out a hard sob as she stepped back into the warehouse to see the demon that had been watching her dead on the floor, his body wrecked from some sort of torture. She let out a shaky breath, and saw the set of feet standing beside him, her eyes closing in regret.

“I thought…I made things clear.”, Alastair groaned, a group of demons stepping up beside him. They all glared at her as he spoke, but were smirking, “And now, unfortunately I’m going to have to kill Sam Winchester…I’m sad about it, honestly!”

“He didn’t have anything to do with this. I just needed to…”

“STOP LYING TO ME! I saw the overgrown piece of flannel pulling away from here in that rust bucket. He was here. He came to your rescue, right?”, Alastair snapped at her, causing her to flinch, “What plan did you hatch with him?”

Anna stood, not saying a word, until Alastair stepped forward and raised his hand with a wide smile, “How does it sound to you? No angels. Just a hoard of demons while the Winchesters are trying to patch themselves up. And I have on good authority from a…source, that their little demon bomb? She’s out cold. Spent.”

As Anna listened to Alastair, she began to shiver, her hands balling into fists, and the lights flickering around them. Cupid flew in, a small gust of wind blowing Anna’s hair as he did so. Alastair looked up toward where he was sitting and smirked.

“An angel?”, he whispered, as music started to play again. This time the music was heavy, and the walls of the building began to shake, “Anna….don’t do anything you’re going to regret…”

The Song

“Ooh…Heavy!”, Anna suddenly smiled, her eyes turning white as the room quivered and the demons began stepping forward. Alastair turned to them, yelling something that Anna couldn’t hear over the music. She slowed her breathing and thought of Sam, visions of them running through a field, holding hands, happy.

“I wanna love everyone. Empty every bullet out of every gun. Please take me back to where we began. Ba ba ba ba….”, she started to sing, causing the demons to stop approaching for a second and stare, confused. The music hit a heavy note again and she rushed forward, squeezing their heads with her powers, each of them popping with a gush of blood, “Get me, get me bloody please get me bloody…”

She shoved one of the demons to the ground, her foot on his chest, “You can get down on your knees if you’re naughty…”, bringing her hand into a claw, his head exploded.

“PLEASE get me bloody!”

She then began dancing in a circle, frolicking as Alastair screamed behind her, realizing he couldn’t blast her with his white light, but the light caused another vision, “Maybe we can save the world. From every evil boy and dangerous girl. Please make me believe in harmony….”

As she touched Sam’s face in the vision, she came out of it and the evil smile reappeared on her face as she threw her hand out in front of her, causing more blood to splash onto her white t-shirt, now completely saturated and dyed red. The song turned heavy, running through the verse again, as the gravel became puddled with blood. It was then that she realized Alastair was on his own.

She stepped up to him, “Please get me bloody!”

His hand broke backward, causing him to scream, at the same time both his legs snapped and he fell to the ground. She smiled brightly and began dancing around the room as the softer part of the song played, Cupid staring on in horror at what he had made her do, by just helping her stand up for herself.

“I wanna love everyone. Empty every bullet out of every gun.”, Sam’s bright eyes shined in the sunlight in her head as she danced, “Maybe you can save the world for every boy and every girl! Take me back. Take me back. Take me back to the place where we began…”

As the song ended, she came out of her trance, her eyes fading back to normal and gasped. Somewhere close to thirty demons were piled in various states of dismemberment around her, a hoard of black smoke frantically making its way out of the warehouse from the dead meatsuits.

“Holy shit…Oh my god…”, she gasped again as two angels appeared in front of her with fear and concern in their eyes, grabbing both of Alastair’s arms and disappearing with him. She turned toward the door, panicking and made a break for Bobby’s house.

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Bobby shook his head, “John doesn’t really want Dean to know. He’s going after this on his own. He said if he doesn’t come back, to follow his bread crumbs to get the Impala, and to let Dean down easy. Of course that falls on me…”

He sighed, and started writing a spell down on a piece of paper as the phone rang. The thought of having to pick up Dean’s pieces, again, had Bobby a little on edge, explaining why he was so hard on him earlier. He sat his pencil down harshly and turned around, grabbing the ATF phone, “Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, this is agent Steele…”

Dean grunted loudly as he pulled on a wrench, his foot against the frame of the car and his face scrunched up, “C’mon on, you bastard…”

As the wrench came loose, he stumbled backward into the work bench with a yelp and a groan. As he stood up, he briefly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper sticking out of the locked drawer, where he kept the parts specifically for his dad’s Impala, should they ever need anything. The only two people who had a key to the drawer were Dean and Bobby, so Bobby could throw the odd part into it if he scrapped a car.

He narrowed his eyes, pulling his keys out of his pocket, thankful they were still there after his pants were thrown around the bedroom. He flipped to the key to the drawer and quickly opened it, seeing that the piece of paper was actually an envelope, with his name scrolled across the front.
Pulling the envelope out of the drawer, Dean ripped it open, shaking the contents into his hand. A set of keys, and a note.

He didn’t recognize the keys at first, being two plain GM keys on a keyring that held a silver bullet. He stared at them, before turning his attention to the note.

Dean,
If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead.
I’ll be leaving the Impala at 2228 County Road 128 in Lawrence.
Take care of her for me, and tell Bobby I’m sorry.

I love you, son.
(signature) John Winchester

Looking up from the note with wide eyes, he turned his gaze to the keys and back to the note, as Bobby’s worst fear at the moment came true. He sprinted back to the door of the kitchen, and through the living room, holding the note in his hand as he looked at Bobby.

“Did you know about this?”, he asked, holding the Impala keys up in front of Bobby’s face. Bobby sighed, and nodded, but held his hands up.

“You weren’t supposed to find that. It’s more of a contingency plan, for if you dad doesn’t come back from a hunt.”, Bobby explained, looking Dean in the eyes as he hung up the phone from his call.

“So he’s okay?”, Dean asked, with a partially relieved sigh, when Bobby nodded, “Well what is he doing that he thinks he’s going to suddenly die?!”

“Hunting a demon…well, demons. He has plenty of help and he didn’t want you involved. So, I promised him that if you came back to me, I would keep you.”, Bobby explained causing Dean to hang his head, an angry smile on his face as he turned and stormed back through the kitchen, “Dammit John.”

“Perfect. Just PERFECT!”, Dean yelled as he reached the garage and slammed the back door.

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Dean stepped out into the garage, slipping his feet in his spare boots that he always kept by the door in case of emergencies at Bobby’s. With Bobby being involved with basically every hunter in America, he always stashed random jackets, boots, and weapons around the exterior of the house in case he needed to bail quickly. He didn’t bother tying them as he stepped up to the first car with a ticket under the wiper, and peered around the garage at the other six sitting around in various states of repair.

“A little money, Bobby?”, he scoffed, noting that with all six of them together, they could easily fetch a few thousand dollars, depending on what was wrong with them. He reached into the grill of the Pinto in front of him, popping the hood and propping it before grabbing the ticket from the windshield and stepping away. He walked over to the radio, and flipped it on to the last station he had listened to when he was home, noting that Bobby had been listening to the same music. As Kashmir by Led Zeppelin began playing, he bobbed his head, grabbed a shop towel and turned back to the car.

Bobby smirked as Mika and Dean flirted with each other, secretly finding it amusing that they were so adamant about acting out around him. He sat down behind his desk and propped a book up on a coffee cup that sat on top, flipping it open to the page he had marked. He tilted his head side to side at her question, “Somewhere around a dozen…”

He took the beer from Mika’s hand and took a drink, before placing it on the mason jar lid he used as a coaster on his desk, “Things went south pretty quick when the omens started and the phones have been going crazy. I don’t wanna tell Dean, but his daddy is right in the middle of all of it. Best he doesn’t know, alright?”

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Dean carefully cradled Mika between his legs as they walked down the stairs. When he kissed her neck and she reacted with a pat, he raised his eyebrows and huffed, “I’m in control. Control yourself…”

He chuckled, and stomped onto the living room floor with her still walking between his legs he had spread for stability. He reluctantly let her go, as she stepped away from him and over to Bobby, scratching his abs a bit as he straightened up and stretched.

Bobby gave Dean a slight glare, as his gaze fell on his bare chest, and rolled his eyes, leaning into Mika’s kiss on the cheek, “Good afternoon, lazy bones.”

He gave her a warm smile, showing her that he wasn’t really upset, just aggravated but still loved her. He wrapped his arms around her in a hug, rubbing her arm, before pulling away and digging in his pant pocket. He pulled out a crumpled couple of twenties, handing them to her, and then turned to Dean.

“Meeko, you can wait for the food…but you…”, he pointed at Dean, who was absentmindedly rubbing at a scratch on his chest, “Dean!”

Dean snapped out of his trance and looked up at Bobby, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows raised.

“To make up for the show I was forced to view earlier, you’re going to take the garage. You’re faster than me, and if I’m going to feed both you idjits, we’re gonna need some money. Make yourself useful for a change, will ya?”, he commanded Dean. Dean frowned, almost confused, “Now!”

“Oh! You mean like…right now.”

“Yes dumbass, before I send you back to your daddy on principle.”, Bobby finished. Dean flexed his pecs at Mika with a smirk and his tongue between his teeth, which caused Bobby to clench his fists, and Dean’s face to drop before he rolled his eyes and took of through the kitchen to the garage.

“I have to man the phones for a while. We got some activity over in Kansas, and there’s a lot of FBI calls coming in…looks demonic. Just, get the food, get me a beer, and I’ll be in my office.”, Bobby explained to Mika, before patting her arm and stepping over to his ‘office’ which was really just his desk he had planted in the living room.

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Dean groaned when Mika slipped out of bed, causing him to reach for her with a pout as he pressed his face into the pillow sleepily. He rolled over onto his back and smirked, “Yeah..I’ll work on spoiling him a bit, maybe pick up some phone calls or a few cars, but he’ll be okay. I think he’s getting used to it.”

He laughed softly, grabbing his jeans that were now draped onto the side of the bed. Without bothering to search for wherever his underwear ended up, he slipped them over his legs while on his back, arching to button and zip them and then swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand up.

He turned his gaze to Mika, as she walked over to the door, smirking at the fact that she wasn’t covered up at all. Luckily, Bobby was long gone down the stairs, or all hell would have broken loose again. He watched how she pulled the fabric down her back, sighing with contentment.

“You’re always worth the scolding…”, he muttered back to her, scratching his head and ruffling his messy hair. He didn’t bother to put a shirt on, and simply stepped away from the bed, over to her. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he shoved her toward the stairs, not letting her go as they walked down to hopefully cheer Bobby up a bit.

“Time’s wasting, you two!”, Bobby called as they stepped, causing Dean to roll his eyes and turn his head to not yell in Mika’s ear.

“We’re coming, Bobby! Chill!”
He leaned back into her ear and chuckled, kissing her exposed neck.

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Dean kissed her forehead, smiling at her words. He could tell she missed him, as she was very snuggly, and needy, which he loved. Keeping his lips against her head, he closed his eyes once again, and drifted off to sleep.

———

A heavy knock on the door caused Dean to open his eyes, but not turn to the door as somewhere during their nap, he had ended up hugging Mika, his face buried in her hair. He assumed it was Bobby, coming to tell them some news that could wait. What he didn’t expect was for Bobby to step into the room when they didn’t answer him.

“I ordered lunch and…”, Bobby froze at the door, looking down quickly and taking a deep and frustrated breath as he stomped his foot, “Dammit boy! You’ve been back in this house not six hours and already I have to stare at your bare ass?!”

“You’re the one who walked in the room. What else did you think was taking so long?”, Dean grumbled into Mika’s hair, still not moving. His words caused Bobby to cover his eyes and grab Dean’s jeans off the floor, throwing them, belt and all at his bare back, which caused Dean to flinch and yelp, “Hey! What the hell, Bobby.”

“Get up. Both of you. I need one of you to come downstairs and watch for the food that I was nice enough to order…and pay for. Stuck at the hip as you are, I figure the answer is both of ya.”, Bobby growled, before reaching down carefully and throwing a blanket toward Dean as well, who quickly pulled it over his lower body and turned to face Bobby.

“Alright! Alright. Sorry, Bobby…”

“Yeah, yeah. Get dressed!”, Bobby shouted as he left the room, leaving the door open on his way back down the stairs.

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Dean caught his breath, his arm snaked under her head and his hand resting in her messy hair. His eyes were closed in a mixture of laziness and contentment as he wiggled his fingers against her scalp and scoffed at her words. He opened his eyes and glanced down at her, just taking in the way she looked against his chest at that moment. His heartbeat had begun to slow, and her fingertips against his sensitive skin was almost enough to put him to sleep.

He kissed her back just as briefly, his eyes showing the love that he didn’t know how to express, but he did it on accident, at times. He laughed at her words, raising his eyebrows and leaning his head back onto the pillow with his eyes closed, “I mean…I can go right now. Just casually slip out of bed and disappear for a couple of weeks, just to get you all worked up like this again.”

He didn’t remember a time that he had ever been that excited or aggressive with her, or anyone else. So, he couldn’t make fun of her too much. The thought of her hair brushing across his face when they had somehow made it to the floor caused goosebumps to form under her fingertips.

Dean chuckled giving a toothy smile. He lowered his hand that had been in her hair down to her upper back, stroking the skin gently, to illicit goosebumps from her, as well.

“I missed this too much to stay away that long again…”, he whispered, snuggling her a little closer to him.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean was relieved that Esme was smiling, and agreed to get dressed and come with him. He was half afraid she would want to run far away from him, after what had happened between him and Sam in front of her. But she didn’t seem to want to run. He sighed in relief and nodded.

“I think I can make food happen too.”, he whispered, scrunching his face up as he leaned in close to her face. When she kissed him, he almost forgot Sam was back in the room, making a small and content sound as he brought his own hand up to brush her hair back and cup her cheek, before she pulled back from him, causing him to chase the kiss a bit, with his mouth open.

“I guess I can go get them for you…”, he whispered, his eyes still closed and his eyebrows raised, “If I can find them all…”

He stood from her with a laugh and ran his hand down to pinch her chin gently before turning to the door and opening it. He stepped out into the room, looking around for all of her clothes, stopping to glance over at Sam.

“You alright?”, he asked, as he bent and picked up Esme’s underwear and jeans. He stepped over in front of Sam, snatching her bra and shirt from the chair opposite his brother with two fingers. He then snatched her shoes off the floor and turned back toward the bathroom, thankful he was able to find pretty much everything on his own. As he waited for Sam to answer him, he bent and grabbed his own jeans from the floor, stepping behind the partition wall to pull them on over his legs, dropping the sheet nearby, “You’re being quiet. I don’t like when Sam’s quiet…”

He pushed the bathroom door open and threw Esme’s clothes toward her feet before walking back out to join Sam.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

“I get that…”, he muttered as she explained that things hadn’t changed for her, as far as feeling other’s feelings pretty intensely. She had told him she was an empath, but it was something that hadn’t come up again, really. But he should have known that she still dealt with those emotions, because of the way she acted when Madison was lashing out at them, “And I wasn’t planning to fight him. Sammy didn’t want to fight me. He just needed something to punch and..well I was something. I wouldn’t have ever put you in the middle of all that.”

When he finished explaining the situation, he flinched as she blamed herself and cleaned the blood from his nose, which he appreciated, but he shook his head, “No. You didn’t do anything. I’m the one who got wasted and brought you here.”

He gave a little smirk, looking down at her hand, before flinching again when she touched his cheek. His concern turned to relaxation as he leaned into her hand and closed his eyes, a small smile coming up on his face as she kissed his nose.

“I think my nose is broken…”, he muttered as he opened his eyes, staring at her lips briefly. He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, turning the hand that was in hers over and squeezing her hand in his palm gently, “And we should probably get dressed. Sam’s cool, now, I think.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean was relieved to hear that Sam had calmed enough to apologize for the punch, even though he deserved it, if he was honest. It was always an unwritten rule for them to make sure the other knew where they were at all times, because they were a team. They took care of each other and disappearing was usually pretty scary. He had to admit, if Sam had just up and disappeared overnight, with Lucifer looming and now them dealing with a Nephilum and all of her enemies she didn’t ask for, he would have flipped too.

He didn’t like the way Esme responded when he called out to her. Out of instinct, he walked to the bathroom door, gently pushing it open as to not scare her half to death, or accidentally walk in on anything that needed privacy. When he saw her sitting there, he tightened the knot he had on the sheet around his waist, and stepped carefully into the room.

“Hey…you okay?”, he asked gently, reaching a hand out to her as he squatted slowly in front of her. He placed the hand on her knee, rubbing his finger back and forth to try and comfort her, “I’m sorry about that. Things have been a little crazy for us, lately. We’re both on edge, Sam most of all.”

He tried to catch her eyes with his, to hopefully show her that he was calm, and that the situation had passed for the most part. His nose was bleeding a bit, which he barely noticed, although there was a good chance his nose was broken from the punch Sam managed to land. His nose twitched when he realized it still hurt, but he never moved his eyes from hers.