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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean was thankful that Esme didn’t curl away from him, but rather invited his taking of her arm, like she always did when he was uncomfortable, and struggling. He needed to be near her, romantic or not, and needed the touch to keep sane as a million images rolled through his mind.

“I won’t let her attack you, or anything. Her beef is with me. I initiated everything, tonight. She knows that…”, he muttered, realizing that Esme was at least partially scared of Mika’s mental state. He couldn’t lie, he was too. He half expected to show back up at Bobby’s to more vicious and drunk violence at the hands of the love of his life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, as they hadn’t been physical in ages.

Dean heard the soft melody playing as Esme tensed up on his arm. He was just about to ask her what was going on, now, when his eyes were pinned straight forward. He couldn’t turn. He couldn’t stop walking. He could only look forward or to his feet as the music continued and Esme started singing.

It was as if she was singing to a memory of him. He felt her arm fall from his as he took in the words she was singing, swallowing hard. He wanted to turn to her as she sang, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

He still remembered the December day, just after Christmas, when she left him. Just a note, all of her things missing, no warning. He remembered her voice on the phone, as he listened to her voicemail greeting play over…and over…and over.

His breath hitched in his throat as she admitted through song that she had missed him, as well as regretted their time apart, and how she realized what she lost. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting against the force that made him move forward. Once again, Dean wanted to run to her, shut her up with anything he could, but he kept walking.

“I swear I’d love you right."

The words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he was finally able to break the trance enough to turn his body slowly, shifting his weight to one foot as the final chorus played. He swallowed heavily, and stared at her with his sad teary eyes, waiting for her to close the gap between them.

He walked backward, but then stopped in the middle of the roadway. As she approached, he stepped up to her, taking her face in both his hands, and kissed her forehead. He then pulled her into a desperately tight hug.

Bobby

Bobby groaned at hearing that Mika drove back drunk, and nearly killed herself. He wasn’t all that surprised, considering how she and Dean tended to be in the midst of their many fights with one another.

“Well, you took her keys, I assume…”, Bobby sighed, looking around the room to make sure he had what he needed for a quick sober up drink for Mika, if she needed it. She would eventually be in front of him, and he would pick up the pieces of Dean’s mistakes like every other time.

“Let her have her space, if she needs it. After a good cry, I’ll sober her up…”, he muttered once more, leaning back in his chair, “You want a drink? We ain’t got much else to do, until Dean comes busting that door down.”

Cason

Cason saw cupid land on the roof, staring down at him with a gleeful smile, as the music began playing around him, “I was right! You son of a bitch…”

His eyes clicked to black, just as Mika began singing. His eyes coming back to normal out of the pure confusion on his face as she sang the lyrics to him, he glanced around him, wondering where Dean Winchester was, in all of this.

“Mika…wait a second. Mika, please. Dean is on his wa-“, Cason shook his head, holding his hands out to her as she approached him. If he had learned anything about tonight, it was to take the song at face value. She wanted to have sex with him…hard. He gulped as her hands grabbed his jacket, pulling him to her.

“Mika. This is a horrible idea…”, he whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers as she kept singing, and his chest tightened. He landed harshly against the leather back seat, looking up at her with a terrified but turned on look as she crawled onto his lap. Seeing that he was fighting back, Cupid snapped his fingers, forcing Cason to run his hands up her thighs and to the button of her jeans, before sitting up and kissing down her neck, onto her collar bone as she removed his jacket.

He pulled away from her with a gasp as she whipped his shirt over his head, “Holy shit…Dean Winchester is going to kill me…”

He kissed her hungrily back, his fingers making quick work of her jacket and shirt. At least if he was going to die, he could get off with someone who seemed to want him badly.

The windows of the pretty blue Impala fogged quickly as Cupid smiled, satisfied at the situation, although he had a pang in the pit of his stomach that said this was all wrong. Was he wrong?

Annabeth

“At least now you have someone who understands what you’re going through. I’m not judging you. I would do it all over again, if it meant keeping you safe. All of you.”, she whispered, leaning against his hand.

“But, I’m scared for you, and I’m scared to lose you, at this point. I wish I had never left you, all those years ago. I didn’t go with my gut, and I’ve missed you every day since that day…believe it or not.”, she explained, bringing a hand up to place it over the back of his hand on her face.

“The fact that you trusted me enough to come down here tells me everything I need to know.”, she leaned her face up close to his, now that the demon blood was cleared, and pressed her lips against his gently, letting the kiss linger with a sigh.

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Dean sighed in relief along with Bobby, in unison as she agreed to let them help her. Dean’s face fell into a gentle smile as she downed the last of her drink. He was more than relieved that she seemed calm, and willing to work with them. He glanced over at Bobby and gave him a smiling nod.

As Mika spoke again, however, Dean sniffled, showing that his nose was at least trying to open, and shook his head, “There’s nothing you can do about the night terrors. We all know that. But if there’s something that you can do to tone them down, just enough to not hurt…yourself.”

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her head down to rest on his shoulder as he rubbed her back and Bobby leaned back in his recliner, thankful more than ever to have Dean in the house. This was something he had been worried for Dean to see, only because he knew how much Mika wanted to keep it from him.

But Dean reacted, and took the bump in the road like a champ, only responding with the love that was unmistakeable. It was against his tough exterior, and Bobby knew how uncomfortable Dean would be if anyone outside of the house saw him being a kind caretaker. But here, his secret was safe.

“I’m gonna throw on a Western, and get ready to hang the phones back up…”, Bobby quipped, taking another drink of his Scotch, “You two are more than welcome to join, or head back to bed. I know Mika will be out like a light in about twenty minutes.”

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean watched Esme’s movements as she brought his hand to her lips, causing a shudder to leave them as they parted. He felt the need to kiss her, but they needed to move. But if he kissed her, it wouldn’t hurt, right? No. They needed to move. He reminded himself internally that she was going to be sharing a room with him at the safe house. The second he got her alone…

He bit his lip as his hand sat flat against her thigh, curling his fingers to grip her leg a bit, as he responded to her words about calming him,“Please do…”

Dean smiled brightly with his eyes, almost showing teeth as he sat back in his seat and squeezed her thigh again, “Well. You’re going to need energy, if you’re running with me…I mean…us.”

Madison and Castiel

“i’ll be willing to work with the girl…um…Esme, if it means keeping Madison safe.”, Castiel said simply, “And I’ll find out if she has any powers. It shouldn’t be too hard to, how do you say…suss out.”

As Sam stood, Castiel watched him walk, a bit concerned for his safety, but needing to test a theory. He nodded simply at Sam as he entered the bedroom to wake Madison.

Madison didn’t dream. She fell into an empty darkness in her sleep, until that dark quiet was interrupted by a familiar voice. Her eyes opened, calmly at the sound of Sam’s voice, and she looked up at him, jolting a bit with concern, “Sam? What’s wrong?”

She scanned his face, wondering if something had happened, for him to be waking her up, or even how long she had been asleep for the first time.


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Bobby sighed, more worried than angry and looked up at Mika, “Then you let me look over them. I can tell you anything I find, if anything. We never have, but I’m willing to try, if it means you are safe.”

Dean nodded his head, both at Mika’s explanation of why she’s reading the books, and Bobby’s words, pointing a finger toward Bobby’s direction, “He’s right. I understand what you’re trying to do, but it’s not helping you. You’re coming up blank. Let us take it over…alright? I told you, I’ll do anything you need me to do.”

He watched her become lost in thought for a second, and pulled her face to stare into her eyes, “Listen to me. I’ll do anything, I need to do. I’m sure there’s something out there. We can find it together, and I’ll take on the load, alright? You deserve that much. I don’t want to see you hurting and hurting yourself like this, darlin…”

Bobby smirked at Dean’s words. He was consistently relieved to have the boy back in his house, helping care for Mika. As hard as Dean’s exterior was, he had a soft spot, and sitting right in the center of that soft spot, was Bobby’s niece. He took a drink of his scotch, and grunted, “Let him help…The boy actually wants to help…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean slowed his pace a bit, when he realized he was stomping away from Esme. None of this was her fault. It was his own stupidity that led to this. He could feel the bruise on his cheek pulsing with every heartbeat as he turned his head to look at her with sad eyes, “I just don’t want you to go alone, if you don’t want to. Your mental state is just as bad as mine right now. This is going to take forever to fix, if it can be fixed…”

He sighed, fighting back tears again as he instinctively reached over to her, and pulled her arm into his, a comfort move for him. The gravel was loud as they walked, slowly approaching the junkyard lights.

Cason and Bobby

“What have you heard about Cupid?”, Cason asked Bobby, as they sat across from each other at Bobby’s desk. Bobby raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“Nah. Cupid wouldn’t be doing this. Isn’t he like a cute little fat thing with a bow? He’s the love cherub…”, Bobby groaned just as Natalia stepped through the door calling out to them. Bobby’s head jerked upward, his shoulders falling in a defeated sigh to hear that the worst had happened, and probably because he sent them out, “Dammit, boy…Where are they now?”

Cason stood, book still in hand as he scanned his eyes over the darker side of Cupid, the side of Cupid that could be violent and erratic when stressed, or if his prophesies were screwed with. He thought back to Sam and Anna being separated, and the fact that it happened at the hands of an Angel, wondering if it had anything to do with the hunch.

“I have an idea…I’ll be back.”, he muttered, snapping the book shut and walking through the front door without another word. He stepped onto the porch and jogged down the steps, slowly making his way around the house with his eyes on the roof. As he stepped around the back lot, he noticed Mika still sitting in her car, and carefully passed it, turning his eyes back to the roof.

Disappointed, he sighed, “Dammit. Where are you?”

Annabeth

Anna narrowed her eyes at Sam, as he explained that the situation was truly complicated, but that she couldn’t say anything to anyone. She didn’t typically share much with the group anyway, and she nodded quickly, watching his eyes as he spoke with regret and shame, but resolve. The look on his face calmed her nerves a bit. She didn’t judge. She couldn’t judge, but she also noticed that he spoke about the addictive properties of the demon blood.

“I’ll say nothing…but you have to let me help you kill her. She did this to me. She needs to see what she’s done, to both of us, and to Dean.”, she sighed and reached her shaky hand up, her wrist now dried with blood from the handcuffs. She brushed her hand gently across his skin, wondering if it was as sensitive as her own, with the demon blood in both their systems, “Are you dealing with the addiction? I know how powerful you can feel, but I also know how hard it is to come down. You seem so adjusted, Sam…”

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Bobby nodded to Mika gently, shrugging his shoulders, “You’re probably feeling some things that you’re not used to feeling, all things considered. It’s been a lot having Dean back with us, with everything that has happened.”

Dean nodded at Bobby’s words, bringing the towel up to his nose, and wiping at some of the drying blood with his free hand. He brought his other hand to the side of her face, rubbing her cheek with his fingertips as he held her to him, “I know you were worried but…”

When she mentioned the books, Bobby nodded his head back onto his shoulders, in a complete understanding of what had caused the night terrors this time, “Ah. I thought we had had a talk about those books…If I remember, they’re what caused the last big one, right?”

Dean watched Mika drink the dark liquid in her cup, as he nursed his nose, wondering what books they were talking about that could have caused these kind of night terrors in a hunter, like Mika, even with the trauma.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean pouted a bit deeper and he shrugged, “If people are a little scared of me, they don’t test my patience.”

He laughed softly, staring down at their hands after a few seconds, as she drew shapes on his palm. The gesture was incredibly relaxing, and Dean fought his eyes trying to close as she moved, “Only you get this side of me. I told you that a long time ago…that hasn’t changed.”

He smiled pleasantly, staring at her eyes as the woman came back to the window and handed their food out to them. Dean took his spare hand, leaning up again, and took it from her with a sweet smile, shaking the bag in front of Esme as they sat there, “So, I’m feeding your belly, and you’re giving me a chill pill, with that…”

He gestured toward his hand that Esme was playing with, and cleared his throat, still fighting not to close his eyes.

Castiel

Castiel sighed almost in unison with Sam, and finally nodded, “And then there’s Dean. You gained her trust. You didn’t try to kill her. You made her love you. Dean, on the other hand is still not convinced.”

He fidgeted with his fingers, feeling bad for talking about Dean in this way, behind his back, considering their bond, “I recommend that, for the time being, we do our best to keep you near her, as close as possible, even if she’s just eating around Dean. Any hint that she’s losing control, and I can’t even predict what your brother will do to a non-human. But I do know he would never forgive himself, if he hurt you.”

He leaned back in the chair, his hand on his chin as he patiently waited for Madison to wake up. Usually Nephilums could survive on short hour or less bursts of sleep, which is part of the reason Castiel had brought her here, to be in a house he could mediate her powers within, instead of having her roaming around a Motel, possibly coming across all sorts of rage inducing humans.

“Speaking of you being near her. You should probably check on her…as I may scare her. We have a bond, but not on the level of protecting myself from her suddenly waking up.”

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Bobby turned as they reached the bottom of the stairs, stepping into the living room with three glasses in his hand. Two of the glasses contained an amber liquid, which was likely some scotch or whiskey. The other glass held a darker liquid, which Dean noticed and assumed was Mika’s special drink.

“You two both okay?”, Bobby asked sitting the glasses down on the coffee table carefully as Dean brought Mika over to the couch and sat down, leaving her on his lap. He rested his hand on her thigh, and brought his other hair up to her hair, running his fingers through gently.

“Theoretically, I think so…”, Dean quipped as Bobby’s eyes fell on his nose.

“She re-break it?”, Bobby asked, stepping back into the kitchen briefly, before returning with a wet rag, handing it to Dean. Dean didn’t bring it to his nose yet, but shook his head at Bobby, which caused his shoulders to drop, “Sometimes, alcohol brings these on, I’ve noticed. Looks like you came out unscathed, considering.”

Dean smiled, and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m good at wrestling, I guess.”

“Meeko…you okay?”, Bobby asked, sitting in his recliner as he watched her face.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean continued to pour his emotions into the passionate and rough kiss with Esme, his hands holding her head firm as he let out a small whimper against her lips. But what came next was completely unexpected, Mika’s voice. He abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his eyes shooting toward Mika’s approaching frame as he held his hands out in front of him.

“Mika…wait…I can…”, he started as she pulled her fist back, and as if in slow motion made contact with his cheekbone. Stumbling, he fell roughly onto the ground and stared up at her, holding his face, “Mika wait. MIKA! Dammit…”

As Natalia ran after her, and turned to scold him, he sighed, rolling onto his stomach a bit to push himself off the ground, a bit dizzy from the mix of alcohol and his girlfriend’s impressive right hook.

“Nat…”, he started as she flipped him off, causing another sigh to leave his throat as he stood to his feet, “NATALIA!”
Throwing his hands up, and letting them fall heavily to his sides, he turned back to Esme, his eye already swelling as he stared at her. He didn’t say anything, just let his eyes apologize for the whole situation. He gestured for her to follow him, and started the semi short walk home.

As they walked, he received a text message. He opened his phone and growled, placing the phone against his forehead as he closed his eyes tightly, “Esme…I’ll um…I’ll drive you to that motel in a bit, and we can…we can talk hopefully tomorrow about everything, and where to go from here. Right now, I’ve gotta go diffuse a bomb.”

He continued to walk beside her, although his pace picked up as he fought back frustrated tears, or hold outs from the heavy crying earlier in the night.

Annabeth

Anna peered between Sam’s eyes as she heard his calming words, feeling a wave of relaxation take over her body as he touched her face. She had almost forgotten about how calming his skin was, when she wasn’t covered in blood and ravenous.

She simply nodded, pressing her nose into his chest and breathing deeply, just wanting to take in the surreal moment of being near him again, until he asked the question she had wanted to avoid bringing up the whole time. She didn’t move her face initially, but then turned it on its side, resting her cheek against his chest.

“He said that she was…using you as some sort of weapon against Lilith. He um…he said you had drank the demon blood, too, and if I would stay with him, and do my part…I could take your place.”, she explained, her face expressionless from reliving the trauma of Alastair’s words, “And if I take your place, Lilith won’t kill you. He said that if you continue, you’ll be unstoppable. You’ll be inhuman.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean shook his head, “Me forgiving you is not your decision. Trust me…I know how scary the thought of leaving this all behind is. Hell, I was scared, just thinking about it, before I opened my big mouth.”

“So forgive yourself, for me?”, he asked, but the music had already started, and he narrowed his eyes before letting them go wild. He sighed in relief, when he realized he wasn’t starting to sing, and the lyrics to the song weren’t flooding his mind, like before. But then her eyes softened, and his heart sank. She was about to spill her entire heart in a song, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

As her voice began singing the melody, he let out a pained sigh, tears coming to his eyes almost immediately, knowing she didn’t want to do this, but as her hand brushed his cheek, he leaned into it gently, pressing his eyes closed. His arms still reached for her a bit as she pulled away and kept singing.

He let his eyes flutter open, watching her painfully as she sang the words that he had feared she was feeling, the entire time they had been back in each other’s presence. He loved Mika, more than anyone on earth, but he couldn’t lie about the lack of closure making it hard to let Esme go. He could sympathize with every word she sang as he shivered, and watched her look back at him. He was speechless…

As she took the outstretched hand that he had forgotten about, he looked down at their hands, her smaller fingers feeling so familiar against his skin. His emotions were at a level he hadn’t bothered to feel in a while, letting a few extra tears fall from his eyes as she met them with her own.

He sniffled roughly, shaking himself from the pain of hearing the words leave her mouth, and brought his free hand up to her cheek, helping her to wipe away the tears. Dean was still speechless, just staring at her, taking in everything she had sang, and weighing his options and consequences.

He let out another loud sigh, overwhelmed by the decisions flooding his mind, and did the one thing he was good at. He placed a hand on either side of her face, pushing her hair back with his fingers, and turned her toward the side of the building. Gently pushing her back against the brick, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing his body against hers as his breath hitched in his throat.

Dean didn’t know what else to do. He wanted to make her forgive herself. He wanted to drive home the fact that he forgave her, but he also just wanted to have the closure of being with her one more time. Cupid blissfully watched them, as he orchestrated things, forcing every ounce of emotion Dean had into the kiss. It was organic. It was a longing Dean had. He just needed a tiny push, to pull himself away from Mika long enough to act on it…