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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched the chaos going on around him after his back slammed roughly into the wall, crumpling on the floor briefly. He rolled and backed himself to lean his back against the wall as he shook the shock off his head, and Esme came in, seemingly in slow motion. As her face came into clear view and she placed her hand on his arm, he turned his hand over, holding her arm in his palm as well.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. What the hell was that?!”, he asked, subtly checking her over for any injuries too. In his mind, he wasn’t sure if she had just started beating everyone up in a rage, or if Cason was the only target. He pushed himself into a position where he could stand, and as he stood, pulled Esme to him and close to his side.

As Sam came back up the stairs, Dean sighed, glancing down at Esme. He gave her arm a squeeze before letting it go at his side, collecting his emotions so he didn’t go down memory lane. He gently placed the hand on her lower back, showing his submission for her to step away if she wanted to and nodded to his brother, “I think we’re good. What the hell was that, Sam?”

His eyes then fell on Mika, and the facial expression on her face. He let his face fall, tilting his head to the side to push her out of the thoughts he knew she was running through. She didn’t know about he and Esme, but she was incredibly intuitive with his body language, which, when stressed, betrayed him at times.

Cason

Cason sighed in relief when Natalia was able to get Annabeth off of him. He had never seen her like this. He knew about the demon blood with Sam, but never in his life had he seen Anna even give a hint at wanting anything to do with it. It told him that Alastair had fed her a ton of blood, in order to make her a literal vampire.

He scrambled off the ground, turning to check on Esme, only to see her getting off the ground with Dean. He threw his hands up, letting them fall roughly against his legs with a ‘slap’, and narrowed his eyes.

“Good?! Good?! She almost ate me! Where the hell did you find her, like that? She’s covered in a river of demon blood, which means…”, he stopped his words, giving Sam a look to let him know that he knew about the demon blood but wouldn’t give the secret away, just yet.

“What’s the plan with this? You just leave her to rot in the basement?”, he asked, not even sure how to begin caring for someone addicted to demon blood, but he figured this was a good trial run for the giant across from him, when he inevitably lost control of everything.

Annabeth

Annabeth screamed when Natalia wrapped her arms around her, thrashing and attempting to headbutt the taller woman’s face. She kicked her feet, wiggling and throwing her body weight around. Her head was on fire, at every breath Cason took, the smell of his blood filling the room like a gas. She just needed a few drops…

“LET ME GO! GET OFF OF ME!”, she screamed, until Sam grabbed her legs and began running downstairs with Natalia. She kicked at his chest, pushing off his chest and against Natalia’s chest as they carried her, trying to knock them apart so she could get to Cason.

“Please let me go!”

When they sat her down, still holding her and handcuffed her to the steel table in the vault, she looked down at the handcuffs, trying to grab for Sam’s hands in desperation. Sobbing when he released her, and simply walked to the door and looked back at her, she pulled roughly on the handcuffs, placing a booted foot against the wall under the table to use as leverage.

“SAM! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE! SAM, PLEASE!”

Her screams rang out through the house as Sam and Natalia walked back upstairs, realizing she was alone, and more imprisoned here than she was with Alastair.

“GUYS PLEASE! SAM! I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE. SAAAAAAAAM!”

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Dean shrugged his shoulders at her, in a way to say ‘I can never be too careful’, even though he knew that while they were together…she was the only one that needed to worry. His eyes were known to wander, as he had always seen everything in life as temporary. He didn’t know if that would ever change. He found himself being more reckless every day, especially when angry or stressed. It worried him any time they were together out and about, because it took her letting him know he was acting out for him to really realize it - with girls or with monsters.

He hugged her arm in his, as he resigned himself to stick to her like glue, especially when drinking. As he continued to enjoy the rainy air, he smiled, “I’ve tied you down…made you soft. But who would I be, without you? Hmm? A raging lunatic…That’s who…Hell, you’re the only constant in my life, as much as we butt heads.”

As they walked down the street, he kept his ears sharp, while waiting for her answer. It was a safe area, for the most part, but as a hunter, he couldn’t help himself. Call it PTSD. Call it paranoia. Call it protectiveness. Either way, nothing bad was going to happen, tonight. He had a good feeling.

The tiny one screen movie theatre, built into the side of a bar came into view in the distance as their feet crunched along the gravel side of the road. It was a welcome sight, with all its neon. He did narrow his eyes a bit at the sight of a row of motorcycles parked out front. The normal customers around here were either friends of Bobbys, drifters, or locals…not bikers.

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Dean’s heart fluttered a bit, in his heightened emotion to hear the words slip out of her mouth. He pressed his elbow to his side, pinning her hand in his elbow as the walked downstairs. He let her go briefly as she went for the money and her jacket, grabbing his own leather jacket from the arm of the couch. He was careful not to wake Bobby as he did so.

Giving Bobby a sad look, at how hard he was sleeping, Dean reached over him, taking the throw he kept on the back of the couch. He carefully unfolded it, and laid it over him, tucking it around his neck, before patting him on the shoulder gently with a small smile.

He then turned back to Mika, quietly jogging to her and wrapping her arm in his again.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night. I will most definitely be drinking tonight…”, he quipped, opening the front door for her, and stepping out with a bit of happiness in his step, “And with you looking like that, I may need to bring out the pickup lines. You know…to make sure you come back home with me.”

He laughed, and then took a deep breath through his nose as the fresh air flooded in, smelling like rain.

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Dean raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised that he had made her laugh so hard, but also glad to hear it. His heart fluttered at the sound of her giggles, and the smile on her face, his eyes softening completely as he simply took it in, and basked in how happy he seemed to make her in that moment.

He had craved her laughter for the weeks he was gone, especially during the nights after that first hunt, where he felt that none of it was worth it, anymore. The pain he felt was worse than almost anything he had ever experienced, with nothing and no one to distract him from any of it. He was bleeding out, while John frantically tried to patch him up. He half expected to die, and it tore him apart that he was going to die in some dingy motel room, far away from those eyes…

He shook himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to swim out of her eyes and back to reality for a second, “I’m ready when you are…”

Dean then leaned forward, feeling the intense need to just show her appreciation for her existence, in this moment. Closing his eyes, he kissed her lips, lingering for only a second and then pulled back, “I love you. You know that? I don’t want to talk about things tonight, but…I just needed to say that before we head out.”

He then pulled away from her, standing from the bed and turning to offer his arm. If he sat there too long, he would get emotional, and ruin the night. So, he chose to not…ruin the night, “Now. Enough of that…let’s go party.”

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Dean grabbed the other towel, next to hers and wrapped it around his waist after helping her out of the shower. He turned and watched her step out of the bathroom, half fearing she would slip and fall. When she didn’t and reiterated how much they needed and deserved the date night, he couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, “We do. God knows I need to get you out of the house…for both our sakes.”

He carefully walked out of the bathroom, stopping at the foot of the bed to grab his cleaner pair of boots. He placed them neatly on the floor in front of him. His eyes carefully raised to stare at her bare back, as she started to get dressed, smirking before grabbing his underwear. After pulling them on, he clumsily wiggled into his slightly tighter pair of jeans, remembering why he didn’t wear them on hunts very often, unless he was specifically trying to get information out of a woman.

He chuckled at the thought, buttoning his jeans and buckling his belt before turning to his shirt, sneaking glances at her back. As he slipped his arms into his overshirt, Mika turned to him and he raised his eyebrows.

“Um…if I didn’t know better, I would say you’re trying to impress someone tonight…”, he muttered with a smirk, rolling his sleeves to rest around his elbows. He leaned his head back, just watching her, as he pulled his socks on, and shoved his feet in his boots.

“The gun is for protection, not…protection.”, he chuckled, fighting the urge to reach out for her while she stepped around to put on her boots. He sat on the end of the bed and wrapped his boot laces around both ankles, before lowering his pants over them and standing back up, holding his arms out, “How do I look?”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean laughed, shaking his head, “I honestly have never been sober with you. Maybe that’s how you talk me into crap…a little pool, a little alcohol, and I let you manhandle me…”

He watched her as she searched for her gun. It had fallen out of her pants when he pulled them from her legs, and he had kicked it under the bed. The thought of her holding him at gunpoint caused him to raise an eyebrow and cock his head to the side, as if to say ‘that’s kinda hot', “Maybe we can try that next time, eh? I mean…make sure it’s not loaded, of course. But gun stuff is a trail untraveled for me.”

He placed his tongue between his teeth and gave a charming smile, his eyebrows high until he heard Sam’s voice, and his head snapped to his brother, finally remembering he was in the room. It was something that happened when he was with Esme. Sam was right, in what he had said earlier. She could be a distraction, easily.

He stepped up to Sam and patted him on the chest, “You be careful getting back to the safe house. I think we may grab drive-thru…and I hope you saved me a decent room if we’re gonna be there a while.”

He stepped away from Sam, and over to Esme, picking her up and spinning her. His mood had shifted in the past twenty-four hours into something that he didn’t even recognize. Part of it was the alcohol that drove them the night before, but also the fact that he missed her, a little more than he would admit. He lowered her to the ground, touching foreheads with her, and smiled brightly, “What drive-thru shall we hit, while I nurse this hangover?”

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Dean chased her kiss when she pulled back, his eyes still closed as he sighed. But he opened his eyes when she said that Bobby was paying for the date, raising his eyebrows, “Really…”

He pursed his lips, looking off to the side. Bobby must have really wanted them to get out of the house for a while, if he was willing to let go of cash for them. Either that or he knew that Mika really needed some fresh air. Either way, it was really cool of him.

Dean frowned at her mentioning of getting out of the shower before she stayed. But he nodded, and smiled softly, loving the calmness of her fingers wrapped up in his hair, especially after his moment of panic before she showed up. It felt safe and calm, and he couldn’t help craving it a bit.

His chest flinched, his eyes almost fluttering closed as she ran her hand down his chest. He glanced down at her hand and took a deep breath through his nose, seeing how she lingered over the newer ones, “Let’s get dressed.”

He kissed her back briefly, reaching back and turning the water off, to force himself to leave the shower. He was honestly just excited to not kill anything for a change and just be with her. He pulled away from her, and stepped out, before reaching his hand out to her.

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“I love you too. Don’t get into any trouble, alright?”, Bobby muttered, standing from his chair as she left him. He carefully made his way to the couch and collapsed onto it, taking what seemed like the first nap in years. Within minutes, he was snoring.

Dean had his head pressed against his chest, letting the water run down the back of his head and onto his slightly scarred back. He was wrapped up in his thoughts when Mika stepped into the shower behind him, gasping lightly at her touch. His face then twisted into a small smile, his muscles flexing a bit from the tickle of her fingers against his stomach.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people…”, he muttered, pulling his chin from his chest and letting the water hit his face for a second before turning around in her arms, his hands coming to cradle her face as he looked down at her, “I mean, I never said we were saving water.”

He laughed and kissed her gently, letting his lips linger on hers for a few moments. This was going to be a good night. Other than his worry about John, there wasn’t much to stress over. He was healed up enough from the werewolf attack, that happened to him on night one back with his dad, to handle going out with her, without hovering. It was his biggest worry coming back. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t feel she was able to take care of herself.

But part of him still wanted to hover. It was the first time he had ever lost a fight, other than when she was with him, and even then, the hunt was successful. He and John had to run away, because John thought Dean was going to die from blood loss, and two kids died…

He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he kissed her, and enjoyed the hot water on his back.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean had a small pang of guilt hit his stomach as he thought about her trying to protect everyone, after he stupidly ran at the demons with nothing other than a knife. He should have known better. He got himself killed, because she was another weakness, just as much as Sam.

He gave a small smile to her being happy he was back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t already know, but it was good to hear her say it. He was, however, curious about where the hell his brother was. He hadn’t heard a peep from Sam since he came to. He shook the thought from his head, as Mika kissed him, closing his eyes and bringing a hand to wrest on her cheek, gently.

As she pulled away, he pressed his forehead against hers, breathing deeply through his nose as he stared into her eyes, “You better be. I don’t want to have to kick your ass. And you still owe me for skipping out on our last night on earth…”

He laughed, kissing her again briefly as a knock at the door caused him to flinch, and gasp. He pulled back from her, “You stay here…”

Dean pulled away from her, quickly running to Bobby’s desk and grabbing the handgun Bobby kept there for safety. He knew that if it was a demon it would do no good, but he could at least slow them down. He stepped up to the door, carefully placing his hand on the doorknob, the gun pressed against the glass at chest level, and whipped it open.

What he saw on the other side of the door made his eyes go wide, taking a step back, and lowering the gun.

“Sam?!”, he asked, his eyebrows almost in his hairline as he stared at his brother, and Anna covered in blood.

Cason

Cason yelped and let out a groan at the impact of Esme’s forehead against his, falling over onto the couch as he assessed whether he was in for more healing time. He kept his arm wrapped around her waist until she pushed him back.

He shook his head, trying to get a sense of how hard she hit him, and then worried about her, more. He leaned forward, staring at her face, as she leaned back, “I’m fine. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Cason didn’t even expect an answer. He just wanted to ask, since he was the one that scared her, which was never his intention. He made a mental note to stop scaring her. It wasn’t romantic, and half the time it ended in one of them bleeding.

As she turned her gaze back to him, and asked about the situation earlier in the night, he simply nodded, gesturing to his almost regenerated eye. It was black, at the moment, but was doing its best to heal, along with the skin and hair of his eyebrow. He shook his head, reaching out to gently touch her hand that rested on her temple, working a tiny bit of his magic again, to hopefully help with the pain.

“I um…Sarah, actually. Sarah reacted, and realized she had to help one of us. Seeing as you were going to blow either way, she chose to save me.”, he explained, his face intently staring at her, showing the level of care he was being forced into. He then glanced over to Sarah, who was fast asleep at his feet, “She’s a good girl.”

At the sound of a knock at the door, Cason sat up a little straighter, still concentrating on Esme’s head while he watched Dean. His eyes turned black at the smell of demon blood, however, and he held his free hand out, “Dean stop! It’s a…”

His eyes turned to saucers as the door opened.

Annabeth

Annabeth flinched at Sam’s touch, nodding at his question of ‘all?’. As far as she knew, the angels had killed Alastair as soon as they took him. Why wouldn’t they? She could barely stand as he helped her up, her legs quivering under her weight from the amount of demon blood her body was craving. What little demon blood was running through Sam’s veins assaulted her nose the second she came close to his chest, taking a deep breath as her eyes flickered between blue and white.

She held onto him for dear life, though. She was so thankful to be safe with him, and she knew she was. She didn’t have to run ever again, unless she chose to. When he sat her down in the back seat, her hands came up, begging him not to leave her, even though she knew he had to in order to drive them.

“I’m dying…”, she whispered out of fear, as his heartbeat rang through her mind. Covering her ears, as if she could keep the sound out, she laid down in the back seat and curled into a ball, holding her shins tight to her stomach.

It didn’t seem long before they had rolled to a stop, Anna smelling Cason the second Sam opened his car door. She lay still, not knowing if she could walk on her own, and waited for Sam to come and help her.

As soon as she had stability to do so, she scooted out of the car, keeping her head down and her face buried in Sam’s side as he walked to the front door of the house and knocked. She heard Dean’s voice, but didn’t raise her head, until Cason’s scent hit her nose.

“Dean close the door. DEAN CLOSE THE DOOR!”, Cason suddenly screamed into what seemed like an echo chamber around her. She didn’t even realize she was growling against Sam’s side, her fingernails digging into Sam’s arm. Cason stood from Esme, and stepped back, falling onto the ground with a thud, scrambling to get away from her. Dean seemed confused, until she lunged, shoving Dean harshly against the wall and pounced on Cason, her eyes white and her teeth snarling, dipping down toward his neck…

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Dean climbed the stairs quickly, and hopped onto the top step, like a child. He stepped into the room, finding his bag sitting near the end of the bed. He didn’t have many nice clothes, but he had some nice fitting jeans. Unzipping his bag, he pulled the jeans and a white t-shirt, as well as a hunter green button-down. He tossed them on the bed and turned to the bathroom. He kicked his untied boots off his feet and reached into the shower, turning it on before turning to the mirror over the sink with a sigh.

“Keep it together. This trip wasn’t about the k-…about that.”, he explained to himself in the mirror, before ducking his head a bit as he ran his hand over his chest with his eyes squeezed shut. He huffed, and shoved his pants down his legs before turning and stepping into the shower.

As he washed the grease from himself, his mind began playing tricks on him, almost immediately. He saw it coming, the second the kids he couldn’t save started flashing in his mind every time he closed his eyes. He scrubbed quickly, hurrying to get out of the shower, and hopefully calm himself down as his heart began to race. It was then that the water at his feet started to look like blood, slowly turning a deeper shade of red.

“No no no…no…NO! Stop it…”, he groaned, closing his eyes tightly, his fist clenched at his side, “C’mon Dean. You can’t save everyone, remember? C’mon…”

Bobby looked up from the book he was staring at, wiping his eyes roughly from lack of sleep and eye strain. He smiled at his niece, watching her stand in the door way, offering to go out, “I think it sounds great for you to get away for a bit. You can both be out of my hair, and I can get some work done.”

He yawned loudly, “Or, while it’s quiet, I can take a nap…in peace.”

He smirked at Mika, finishing off his beer and placing the bottle back on his desk as he leaned back in his chair.

“Go. Get out of here. Take some money out of the lock box. My treat.”, he finished, waving his hand at her to go. He wanted her to have some fun, be normal for a bit. She needed it, and judging by the state of Dean’s zoning out and rage fits, Dean could use it too. He had no sooner leaned his head back, until he was dozing off, jarring himself out of his nap.

He leaned forward, slapping his book shut and stood from the desk. He made his way across the room, patting Mika on the chest as he walked by her and into the kitchen for a nap time beer.