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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

As Cason panted in a laugh, almost pressing the knife into his own throat by leaning up into it. Dean couldn’t help the growl that left his throat, even as Bobby held the back of his neck, driving his fingers into Dean’s veins, threatening to choke him out from lack of blood flow.

“Let me go, Bobby…”, he sneered quietly. But Bobby’s grip just tightened as Mika stepped over to him and he heard Esme’s heightened and very angry voice pierce through the room. He didn’t budge, but when Cason flinched at Esme’s voice, the demon’s skull flashed beneath his skin, showing that the flinch had caused the knife to cut him pretty deep.

The red in Dean’s eyes started to fade just a bit and he turned his head to stare at Mika, flinching as Nat touched his hand, which tightened around the knife under her fingers.

I love you

Cason had begun to shiver at that point, under Dean’s weight. He was almost just as afraid of Esme’s anger heating up the room as he was the certain death that sat on him. If she exploded again, he was going to burn, and there was nothing that could stop it. Only this time, there was a chance that everyone in the room was coming with him. He closed his eyes, giving in and hoping that Dean would listen to the rest of the room so he could vanish, or at the very least get as far away from the hunter as possible.

Turning his face toward Mika’s, Dean glared at her, his nose dripping blood from his chin as he did so, like a man possessed. He didn’t even realize how much he was sneering, until he kicked his elbow out against Nat’s arm to shake her hand off of his and pushing Bobby back with the force, raised the knife high in the air, crashing it down with a loud ‘crack’ and a growl.

“Dean, no!”, Bobby screamed, as he slammed the knife into what Bobby had assumed was Cason’s chest. Instead, when Cason’s face came back into view over Dean’s head, he was still very much alive and the knife was stabbed into the wooden floor, still wiggling.

Dean had driven the knife into the floor, just centimeters from Cason’s face, and sat there, panting and growling. Bobby released his neck with a relieved sigh, moving his hand down to Dean’s back as Dean stood carefully from Cason’s hips, and with a huff started to walk away.

“Dean…”, Bobby called to him as he approached Esme, “Dean where are you going?!”

Dean didn’t answer him, only kept walking, shrugging himself past Esme and out the door as Cason groaned, his eyes still on the knife by his head.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, stepping back from her with his jaw clenched as she confirmed what he was half afraid was the answer. He ran his right hand slowly down his face, trying to wipe away the rage that was filling his chest at that moment, “He’s a demon. Things don’t affect him the same way they would you…”

He muttered the words slowly, not looking at her as he thought over his next move. He had felt so guilty about everything that had happened over the course of the night, only to come home to this. He couldn’t even cry about it. He just huffed in the cool night air, and thought over his options.

“He’s a demon, Mika. He’s a…”, he shook his head, pulling Ruby’s knife slowly from the back of his pants, twisting it to hold in his palm, blade down at his side. The light caught the metal blade and glinted as he started his way back up to the house, not caring if Mika followed him, at that moment.

Cason shook his head at Natalia’s question, still staring at the wall as he finished his drink and sat the glass on the table, “Dean Winchester is going to kill me, tonight.”

As if on cue, Dean opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen, his eyes burning as soon as he caught Cason in his sights. Cason sighed again and held up his hands, standing from the couch to step back from Dean’s burning glare.

“Dean…don’t do anything stupid…”, Bobby said softly, seeing the knife in his hand, “Dean!”

Like a pouncing animal, Dean punched Cason in the face, knocking him to the ground. He drug him toward him, dropping the knife on the ground next to him as he straddled Cason’s body, holding him up by his shirt, and wailing on him.

“Dean stop! Whatever this is about, we can talk about it! There are Hellhounds outside, you idiot!”, Bobby screamed at him, trying to find an angle to grab Dean and pull him off Cason. But Dean never flinched, just landing punch after punch against Cason’s face.

He pulled Cason’s face up to his, “You knew what you were doing…I let you in. I never said anything about you being a demon. I trusted you. And now this…”

Cason head butted Dean in the nose, causing the larger man to fall back on his ass against the floor, with a groan as Cason stood to his feet and squared up.

“Get up. Get up! If I’m going to die like this…I’m going out on a high. Blaze of glory, baby!”, Cason laughed almost maniacally, as he realized Dean’s emotions had made him tired. But Dean stood, spearing Cason’s torso with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Before Dean could throw a punch with his control over Cason, he was flipped onto his back, Cason’s fist connecting with his sore cheek, and then gripping his jaw, Cason slammed Dean’s face against the floor once…twice…and three times, which subdued him enough for Cason to stand, wiping his mouth as he stood over Dean’s groaning frame.

Dean groaned roughly, trying to shake the ringing from his ears as his fingers slowly creeped his hand over toward the knife. Grasping it, he drove it into Cason’s ankle, taking the demon off his feet. He then straddled him again, panting as he ignored his now bloody nose. He rested the knife against Cason’s throat, driving the blade into his skin with bright orange sparks.

"Do it. Coward...", Cason seethed at him, his eyes jet black as he leaned his head back to give Dean better access to his throat, "You took from me...I took from you...finish it, between us."

“Dean stop!”, Bobby screamed, his hand coming to grip the back of Dean’s neck tightly, “Stop…No one is dying in this house tonight.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean’s eyes went wide with a mixture of anger and surprise at how quickly Mika exploded. He opened his mouth to speak after her first set of words, but quickly closed it as she continued.

“I deserved that…”, he whispered, when the punch to his face was mentioned. He was honestly surprised she hadn’t hit him harder, or kept hitting him, considering this wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a scene like that. He flinched as she continued, saying the words that he had worried she would say, bringing up their past, and how dishonest he could be when he was stressed.

“Mika…”, he started, flinching again at her final words, and pushing off the back step of the house to follow her, “MIKA! Stop walking. You’re not a saint either, you know! I only met her because…”

He didn’t want to bring up their last big breakup, as closed the gap between the house and her car, slowing to a creeping pace as he caught up with her and watched her climb up onto the trunk. He stepped up to her, refusing to give her space this time, as he needed her to hear him out.
Placing his hands on both sides of her face to lift her eyes to him, he nearly growled, but softened his voice as best he could.

“Let me explain what’s going on. Alright? I’ll tell you everything, but you have to listen…to me…and try to relax.”, he said to her, carefully. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling his nose against hers as he started to hum their song, just breathing with her through the humming. Cupid had nothing to do with this one. It was just Dean, trying to save what little of a relationship they had been able to keep up, over the years.

As he finished the humming, his lips coming up to kiss her forehead, hoping that she was calm enough to speak to him, he narrowed his eyes. Dean’s eyes had fallen on Cason’s jacket draped over the back of the passenger seat, through the back window, which was still fogged around the corners.

“That’s not mine…”, he muttered against her forehead, before taking a step back from her, just studying her face, “Mika that’s not mine. I recognize that jacket…”

Cason

Cason threw his hands up as Esme pulled her hands from him and stepped away. He wanted to follow her, but knew that if he did, it might just start the singing back up, which none of them could handle, at this point. So, he did what he knew how to do.

He sat down on the couch beside Natalia, and took the bottle of whiskey from the table in front of her, “Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t even need him to say anything, he picked up another glass from beside his desk and tossed it to Cason who caught it skillfully, and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “Here’s to everyone’s fucked up little relationships, and cupid, am I right?”

“You’re still thinking it’s cupid?”, Bobby asked as if Cason was insane. But Cason nodded, convinced, and Bobby’s eyebrows fell, “So how do we get rid of him?”

“We don’t. The only thing we could feasibly do is to blast him back to heaven, and get him out of our hair, but who knows for how long?”, Cason replied, taking a drink of his whiskey with a quivering hand.

“You seem on edge, boy…”, Bobby sighed, watching the demon in front of him shake like a leaf about something on his mind. But Cason didn’t answer, only stared at the wall, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Annabeth

Anna giggled into the kiss at his words, her giggle only growing a bit louder at the sound the bed made as he sat. She straddled Sam’s waist, leaning back to let him remove her shirt, before her hands came up under the hem of his, making quick work of it over his broad shoulders and head. She tossed it to the side and pressed their bare chests together, sinking into his kiss.

Her fingers coming back up to tangle in his hair, her heart began to beat hard enough that it was visible through he vein on her neck, the overwhelm causing a small and happy sigh to leave her nose as they finally made up for all the lost time…
——-

Laying on the pile of blankets Dean had brought down for them earlier in the night, Anna leaned up, still panting a bit from the ‘exercise’ and traced circles on Sam’s bare chest, “Wow…”

She giggled at the only word that she could come up with in her mind and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips with a bright smile. She felt almost normal, in that moment. The demon blood was likely reeking havoc on her system, but it had caused a perfect moment with Sam, that ended up causing a few bruises and scrapes, but was a long time coming.

She just watched his face, safe with her, wrapped up in what seemed like a sea of blankets, and content. The image almost made her wonder if there could be happiness in this cycle of torture she had been in, down the road. Hopefully, with Sam.

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Dean smiled and pulled her with him as he sat up. He let go of her to give her room to stretch and stretched his own arms above his head as he walked, ignoring Bobby’s grumbles about putting on clothes. Dean had barely realized he was still waltzing around Bobby’s house in his underwear.

“It’s my house too, right now, Bobby!”, he called playfully over his shoulder as he stepped into the kitchen behind Mika. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned to join her, sitting carefully at the table in front of her while cracking his neck.

“So, how you feeling this morning?”, he asked her intently, taking a long drink of coffee. His eyes were slightly blackened from the night before, mostly from the broken nose he had sustained at the bar, “You seemed to sleep pretty good. I woke up exactly the same as we went to sleep, which means you didn’t even roll over.”

He took another drink of his coffee, as Bobby stepped over and threw a newspaper in front of him, tapping it with his fingers.

“Here’s where you’re going. I trust you can handle it?”, Bobby muttered, shoving the news paper toward Mika as Dean shrugged.

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Dean smiled down at Mika’s sleepy face, thankful that she seemed to get some actual real sleep, after the events of the early morning. He was also glad she had been able to wake up so close to him, with that smile. Before Dean could say anything to her, Bobby chimed in from across the room.

“Mornin’. Breakfast is in the kitchen and I have a possible job for you guys in the Delbi Springs…close and safe, except a bunch of people coming up dead from ‘unexplained injuries to the neck’.”, Bobby called from his desk. Dean flinched a bit at the explanation of the job, worried it might be werewolves. Bobby cleared it up, “From what I can tell, the hearts aren’t missing…”

Dean sighed, releasing the breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. He opened his eyes that had fallen shut, and smiled down at Mika, “Wanna get dirty, today?”

He nuzzled her nose a bit, and pulled the blanket from their shoulders, “But first, breakfast. I just heard your stomach complain at me.”

He laughed lightly, his smile bright and relaxed, slowly pulling away from her and sitting up, offering an arm to help her.

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Dean’s eyes fluttered open in the sunlight, hearing Bobby yelling at someone on one of his phones. As Bobby angrily hung the phone up, Dean pulled the blanket down from his arm and leaned up just enough to see him, “You alright?”

“Yeah. Just idjits not listening to what I tell them about their covers. Makes it harder on me when I have to improvise.”, Bobby grumbled, taking a drink of coffee and not looking up at Dean at all. Dean smirked.

“But you’re the best improviser I know, Bobby. Maybe they just want you to know how much they appreciate your skills.”

“Shut up, and go back to sleep…or get up and help me. I made you breakfast, but it's probably cold by now. Coffee's fresh...”, Bobby grumbled causing Dean to let out a long yawn and lay back down, his lips pressed lightly against the bridge of Mika’s nose as he tightened his grip on her, to see if she was in light enough sleep to wake up with him.

He kissed down the bridge of her nose, onto the tip of her nose, and craning his neck slightly, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, his fingers coming up to her cheek to brush her hair back as she slept, “Good morning, beautiful…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean clenched his jaw at his sister’s smartass remark. He deserved it and he knew he did, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear from Nat of all people. He glanced down at her face and glared at her, “You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve been with her to some degree for the last fifteen years. I know her better than anyone…I need to talk to her. I can convince her to…”

Bobby sighed and sat his glass roughly on the coffee table, standing from the chair, and stepping up to Dean menacingly, “You let her have her space. If…and that’s an if…she decides to talk to you, that’s her choice. It’s not like you’ve never been a stupid dickhead before, like this, Dean.”

Dean flinched at Bobby’s words, watching his father figure’s eyes as he tore into him. His eyes turned from Bobby’s face to the window of the kitchen, seeing Mika and Cason both standing there, “No.”

“What the hell do you mean, no?”, Bobby snapped.

“I mean no, Bobby. Things are good, with us. Things have been good! I’m not going to sit back like the rest of you and let whatever this thing is win! Whatever this is, it ends tonight…”, Dean snapped back at Bobby, staring him down for a brief second and then stepping away from him to stomp through the kitchen.

“Dean…”, Bobby called after him, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, “And around and around we go…”

Dean stepped up to the back door, opening it and stepping through the light weight metal, standing in front of Mika. Tears almost immediately pricked the corners of his eyes as he watched her face, “Talk to me…please?”

Cason

Cason stood close to Mika’s back as she turned to him. He nodded his head quickly, knowing that she was right. Dean was incredibly good at reading people. The nervous pit in his stomach knew that there was a really good chance that he would find out either way.

As Dean came through the back door, Cason’s breath stopped in his chest, taking all of his will power to not let his eyes turn black from the panic in his chest. There was the man who was likely going to kill him, brutally. The great torturer of Hell, Dean Winchester…great…

He raised his eyes to the window, and stared at Esme, just standing there. She was so beautiful. And that’s when the guilty feeling in his stomach felt different. It tasted different. He had poured his heart out to the poor girl, and now, he was complicating her life even more.

Cason almost wanted to tell her the truth, but as close as she was to Dean, it was a horrible idea. But he needed to touch her. He pushed carefully past Mika, and then around Dean’s back and stepped through the door of the house. Closing the gap between himself and Esme, he reached out and carefully picked one of her hands up, kissing her knuckles.

“I heard what happened…”, he whispered, glancing up to meet her eyes.

Annabeth

Anna smiled against his lips as they kissed each other. The familiar urgency was exciting, and although he was taller, he was just Sam. Feeling his hands pulling her close to him, she sighed and pushed slightly against his chest, to turn him back toward the small bed in the room. It wasn’t the most glamorous space for them to rekindle what the had lost so many years ago as teenagers, but at the same time, neither was their last meeting place. At least the panic room had less dust and more security.

As he lifted her, she hopped up a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair as she kissed him a bit rougher, biting at his bottom lip As she pulled away from the kiss briefly, his lip tightly between her teeth, she whispered, “Sit down.”

Anna knew that the others could walk in on them, but from the sounds of the conversations up stairs, they were definitely occupied. Right now, they could just be. She didn’t know if it was the demon blood spurring her on, but she felt incredibly bold, in that moment.

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Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help the loud laugh that left his throat at her words, squeezing her thigh playfully as he sat back in the passenger seat. He road most of the way to the safe house quietly, just feeling her skin against his, and trying not to nod of to sleep with a content smile on his face as she rubbed his hand. This was nice. This was something he never thought he would have again with her, and honestly, had pushed back so far he didn’t know he needed it.

He smirked at the sound of her stomach and her words, “I think Sammy can get over it. He’ll probably just be glad we’re not out and about leaving him to babysit anymore. Now Cas? Let me handle Cas…”

He and Cas held a bond that most people couldn’t understand. Dean was usually the only human that Castiel would listen to, unless he wasn’t around, and Sam could talk him down. But Cas didn’t put a lot of faith in Sam, after the situation with Ruby. He mostly just tolerated him.

“He’s been alone with Sam for hours. There’s no telling what his attitude will be like, especially if he’s bored out of his mind.”, he rolled his eyes and glanced over at her, his face staying soft and light.

Madison

Madison took a deep breath as she saw the smile on Sam’s face. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to be there with any bad news. He was just…checking on her? Even after protecting her, in spite of himself at the diner, the idea that a Winchester was simply checking on her scared her a bit. Her eyes flashed gold for a second, before turning back to blue, almost instantly.

“I don’t know…”, she answered his question, “I have never been asleep before. It was dark. No light or things my mother would see in her sleep. Just dark.”

She reached out and picked his hand up off the mattress, playing with each of his fingers, “This is all really scary. I see how everyone looks at me, like I’m going to kill them, and like I’m something to be afraid of. Even Castiel looks at me that way. I just don’t know how to do all of this yet, but I would never, ever hurt any of you…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean held her tighter with every shiver of her body, stroking the back of her hair lovingly, “Shhh. Just breathe…”

He whispered the words against her hair, just as he had done any time she had ever had moments of painful reflection near him. He was always able to calm her down, but this was intense. He pulled her as close to him as he could, “Just breathe for me baby girl…”

Dean was still fighting back his own emotions as she cried against his chest, her violent shaking tearing his heart from his chest. As she calmed, he leaned his head down, rolling it against her forehead as he took her face in his hands, “Hey. Let’s get back to the house and figure out where we want you to stay for the night, okay? If nothing else, I’ll drive you back…”

He whispered the words, his forehead pressed against hers and then pulled away before he could make any more rash decisions. He pulled her arms from around him, wrapping her left arm in his right, and kept walking up through the front of the junkyard lot.

——

As Dean walked with Esme up to the door of Bobby’s house, he sighed, not knowing what he was walking into, with Mika. He half expected her to be inside the door, waiting to ambush him with hatred and anger, but when he stepped in, he was surprised to see only Bobby and Nat sitting there.

“Where’s everyone else?”, he asked simply, mostly to Natalia, “Where’s Mika?”

He glanced up toward the kitchen, just as he saw her pass the window, and tilted his head to the side. She had left the bar nearly two hours prior. Where the hell had she been?

Bobby Singer

Bobby smirked at Nat, reaching for what he had noticed was her favorite drink of his stash. Sitting the whiskey on the table, he pulled a couple of half clean glasses from his desk, and sat them near the bottle, “Well, have at it. Your quick work tonight is why you’re my favorite, kid…”

Hearing her talk about how the night had gone from good to shit, Bobby shrugged his shoulders, glancing toward the door, “I had half expected it would happen. I didn’t want it to happen here. This is a safe place for Mika and if she was going to have her heart ripped out, I wanted it to happen away. Let’s just hope Cason finds what it is he’s looking for, and kills the damn thing…”

Cason

Cason lay against the sticky leather seat, his arms snaked around the back of his head as he caught his breath, Mika against his side. He looked down at her, just in time for her to realize what she had done and like clockwork, scramble away from him, “Relax! Relax…Mika…”

He reached out, his fingers almost touching the scars on her back as he traced them beneath her tattoo. As she dressed, he sighed, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt on over his torso, trying to catch up to her pace. Cason grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car, and with some effort pulled them on as she apologized, “…he can never know about us. He’ll kill me, and you’ll never see him again.”

He warned her, knowing that the last sentence would mean more to her than the first, as he pulled his boots onto his feet and followed her out of the car, his jacket still on the floor of the back seat. He closed the car door behind him and followed her, but hesitated to follow her into the house, not wanting to be too close to her when they caught up with the voice he could hear inside, through the kitchen.

“Shit. SHIT! What the hell are you gonna do now…”, he muttered to himself, kicking gravel. HIs mind went to Esme, and the intense feelings he felt every time he was around her. What would she think? How would she react? Would she be jealous? Grossed out?

He sighed and ran his hand through his messy dark hair.

Annabeth

Anna smiled at his words, the thought of him remembering her at random times throughout the years they had been apart caused her heart to flutter with excitement. She saw him in her sleep, every single night. Even before she knew who he was, after her temporary memory wipe, she still dreamed of his face, or at least the face she remembered.

As she kissed him, her fingers came up to trace the sides of his face, committing the feeling of his skin to memory as she did so. The fact that she could see him, after being without eyes, and now could stand in front of him without worry was an almost intoxicating thought as she pulled back from the kiss briefly, just to nuzzle her nose against his and then kissed him again, slightly more aggressively.

The longer their skin touched, the less of the effect of the demon blood she felt, and she wanted to not feel the blood in her system at all…ever again.

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Dean adjusted himself under Mika to allow her to settle better against him, curled up in his lap. He moved his hand down around her lower back and held her to him, smiling and shaking his head at Bobby, “I think I’m going to catch some Z’s here. If you need me, don’t hesitate to throw something…just don’t hit the girl.”

Bobby laughed, walking over to the phones on the wall, “Just no snoring. If I can hear you over my tv, broken nose or not, I’m kicking your ass out into the rain…”

Dean chuckled, moving Mika off his legs slightly. He leaned over onto his elbow, and then lowered himself down onto the couch, pulling the blanket carefully from the back. Wrapping his hands around her waist gently, he pulled her down with him, snaking an arm gently under her neck to pull her into the underside o his chin.

“Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up…”, he whispered, not even answering her asking his permission. He kissed her forehead, closing his eyes, before bringing the blanket up over their shoulders, his hand stopping to rest against her bicep, tracing small calming circles, “I promise…”

As Bobby watched Dean slowly drift off to sleep, with his lips pressed against Mika’s forehead, he let out another relieved sigh, sitting in his desk chair and picking up his tv remote. He clicked the power button to turn the tv on, and leaned back with another happy sigh, “And all is right in the world…for now."