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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean knew that everything Nat was saying was true, as he laid with his hands on his stomach. He closed his eyes as she essentially washed over most of the emotions he had, himself. He knew Mika was crazy about him. Hell, she had almost died for him a few times, in the past. Their breakup was so explosive that he went down the worst path of self destruction, he had experienced in his life.

“Esme saved my life.”, he muttered to Nat. This was the first time he had truly opened up to his sister about anything this personal, and it almost felt like he needed it, desperately, “After Mika and I broke up, Esme found me, at one of the lowest points in my life. I was needy. I was constantly drunk, and I had nightmares…violent ones. She never judged. She never fought against my nature.”

He had started to hear the music playing upstairs, “I need to tell Mika, but how do I tell her that the person I kissed back at the bar is the only other person I’ve ever been in love with, other than Mika? I don’t figure she’s gonna take that much better…”

Dean turned his head, peering up at Mika’s bedroom window as she started to sing. He sat up slowly, just watching her as she sang. Much to his surprise, he could hear every single one of the lyrics. It wasn’t forgiveness. It was simply her wanting to feel like he still saw her as the girl he fell in love with, changed with, and worked so hard to keep.

He slipped his legs off the side of the Impala, and without missing a beat, ran toward the house. He swept past Esme and Cason, and straight up the stairs, causing Cason to groan as he continued painting the sigil. Without answering Esme, Cason slapped his bloody hand against the sigil, causing a loud scream and a bright flash of light to flood the exterior of the house. Cupid was gone.

“Now…and I don’t know exactly how close you have to be. Apparently, just within the same property. So, yay! No more cupid…”, Cason gasped out, pulling a bandana from his back pocket and wrapping his cut hand in it tightly, “No more singing…”

Dean came to a stop, skidding into the door frame of Mika’s bedroom, to see her sobbing on the floor. A pained look washed over his face as he carefully crept into the room, his boots easily giving him away as he stepped slowly, and finally crouched, sitting on his knees beside her and pulling her body against his chest.

“Shhh. Hey. Just relax.”, he whispered, falling back on his ass against the wood floor. He wrenched her arms around his waist, and held her tightly against him, “I’m right here…”

Annabeth

Anna nodded softly, not wanting to stay in the vault, but knowing that if she left, it could stir up a whole new set of trouble. She reached out and brushed her fingertips down Sam’s arm, before stepping over to the bed and sitting down with a small sigh.

“Go. Help your brother. I’ll be here, when you get back.”, she murmured, a small reassuring smile on her face as she watched him, “I promise…”

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As the reached their destination, Dean watched Mika pull out her ID box out of the glove box, smiling warmly at how similar they were in where they stored things, and how. He wanted to go through the box, and look at all of the IDs, but he knew there was no time, and fully planned to do so later on.

He patted his chest and then his sides, feeling his FBI wallet that Bobby had made him, since his was still in the Impala, in the right side pocket. Reaching his hand into his pocket, he pulled it out and flipped it open, laughing with a bright smile.

“Agent Seger!”, Dean mused, running his finger over the fake badge, before snapping it shut and stuffing it back into the pocket inside of his jacket, “Bobby knows me so well.”

“I’m ready when you are…”, he leaned over and read the name on her ID, smiling brightly again, “Agent Jett. Has anyone told you that you look fantastic in blue, Ms. Jett?”

He placed his tongue between his teeth, and opened his door to leave the car.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester and Castiel

Dean chuckled at her little comment, not having seen himself as particularly fun, other than maybe in bed. He raised his eyebrows at her, and turned to look at her face as he chuckled.

Dean squeezed her hand back, as she asked if he was ready, “I guess as ready as I’m going to be. The quicker we settle in and figure out what we need to do, the quicker everyone can loosen up, and you’re definitely bunking with me…”

He smiled brightly, releasing her hand to get out of the car. As he opened his door and stepped out, he stretched, feeling a bit of his normal numbness take over. Dean scratched the back of his head, and walked around to Esme, picking up her hand and lacing his fingers with hers.

“Now, Castiel is really easy to get along with, as long as you’re firm with him. He needs to be stood up against, or he tends to steamroll his way past your thoughts, to do whatever the hell it is that he has on his mind. For some reason…he listens to me. So, don’t be afraid to just give me a look, if he’s being an idiot.”, Dean explained as they walked up to the door and he knocked.

Castiel opened the door, almost the instant Dean’s knuckles touched the wood, “Dean…Esme…”

“Cas? How is she?”, Dean asked, looking past Cas into the small two story house.

“She’s fine. Sam is waking her from a nap. Come in.”

“She sleeps?”, Dean asked with a confused look. Cas simply rolled his eyes and walked away from Dean, toward the middle of the living room.

“Of course she sleeps. She’s half human.”, Castiel explained as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, “And I wanted to test a theory with Sam. So I sent him to wake her up.”

“What kind of theory? Cas?”, Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I wanted to see if she would kill him. When Madison sleeps, she goes to a blank slate environment. With very few real world experiences, she only remembers what she heard in the womb. So, she doesn’t dream. Black…silent…waking her could cause another explosion.”, Castiel explained, too which Dean scoffed and held a hand out toward Cas.

“And you used Sam…as bait?”

“Not bait. I used Sam as a defuser. She trusts him. She trusts Esme. Only one of them was here.”, Castiel muttered, pointing his finger at Esme knowingly.

Madison

Madison flinched as Sam took her hands, taking a second to realize that he was being affectionate, and not aggressive. She read his face and her shoulders fell at his words, her face softening. He was speaking to her honestly, and actually being incredibly compassionate. She could feel it vibrating off his skin.

“I know you won’t.”, she whispered at his promise to not leave her alone, “I know. Because you promised. I’m still sorry I hurt you back at the house, when I was scared.”

She leaned forward suddenly, her face meeting his chest and her arms around him as she gave over her trust to him, in a tight hug. She didn’t quite understand hugs, or when it was appropriate to give them, but she felt the need, after his words.

“Thank you for trying, Sam…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching visibly as Natalia refused to leave him alone. She was so much like Sam that it hurt, but with his grit. Damn stubborn woman…

As the back of the Impala dipped a bit with her sitting beside him, he sighed and placed his head in his hands. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just fighting hard to control the rage that he had been so good at keeping control of, until he ended up in Hell. But he couldn’t tell Nat about Hell, not yet.

Keeping one palm on his forehead, he turned his head toward her slightly, just staring at her, before turning his sight back toward the ground behind the Impala, “They slept together…”

It hurt to even say the words out loud. His stomach cramped and he fought the urge to run straight back into the house, to finish the deed. Instead, he turned his head back to Nat, just looking at her, “And while I know it was probably Cupid, I can’t help but see a demon, hitting her at her most vulnerable place. And I caused that.”

Dean pressed his lips together tightly, and gave a sad laugh, “Because unlike what she went through, I kissed Esme willingly…”

His anger was slowly fading to a horrible guilt, one that he was intimately familiar with, with Mika. It’s not like this was the first time he had let her down, and either caused her to do something stupid, or to be injured in the process. This was just the first time that the situation had started with a lie…

He leaned back, laying his head against the back glass of the Impala as he closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “Nat, I don’t think we can come back from this one. I can’t look at her without wanting to kill him or feeling like an absolute piece of shit for what I did…”

Cason

Cason glanced to Esme, and simply threw his hands up, “We might have…Well cupid might have made us…have sex…”

As the words left his mouth, Violet’s head landed in his lap, and he hugged her tightly, taking a long drink from the open whiskey bottle. There was still a chance, if he stayed, that he would end up killed, tonight.

Unless.

He heard a faint melody playing from upstairs, as Cupid landed on the eve, just outside Mika’s window, keeping himself invisible to her, but drawing her to the open window to look down at Dean, tears streaming down his face to see the pain the both of them were in.

He could fix this…

Cason stood quickly, as the music played and looked around Bobby’s desk, until he found the large hunting knife Bobby kept under one of his books for protection. He pulled it, quickly slicing a deep cut into his hand and ran to the nearest closet door, taking the blood from his hand onto his finger, and began painting the same sigil from the hotel they met in.

No one else was singing tonight, especially Mika.

Bobby Singer and Annabeth

Anna stood from the ground, searching around for her shirt and shorts, quickly shimmying into the shorts once she had them in her hands. She then threw the t-shirt on, trying not to flash Bobby in the process and joined Sam, to make sure Bobby could get a good look at her face.

Bobby gave Sam a look, still concerned about the idea that Anna might have seduced Sam just to get him to let her go, but rolled his eyes at his younger son’s inability to keep to a plan, if his feelings were involved.

“What happened?! Oh, well while you were off frolicking, your brother almost killed Cason. Apparently, from what little I could gather from the situation, you’ve all been singing your songs. Where yours was happy, apparently, the others were not so much.”, Bobby explained, his expression exhausted, “And Cason and Mika ended up rolling around together. So, there’s a whole ass can of worms open, up there. I don’t even know where Dean ended up…”

Bobby got as much info as he could out of his system, before turning and walking back upstairs. He was aggravated, tired, and honestly fed up with the whole song and dance that they couldn’t seem to break out of.

Anna’s eyes widened behind Sam, “Cason and Mika?! I would have never guessed that one…”

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Bobby sighed as she kissed his cheek, “Love you too, darlin’”

He was a worry wart. She was the only family he had left, and her safety was his top priority, along with his boys. Seeing two of the three off to work a job that he wasn’t even sure of was a little scary. As he thought about them, he remembered that he had forgotten to check in on Sam, that week.

Dean shrugged his shoulders when Mika spoke about Bobby, a goofy smile on his face, “I think it’s kind of adorable, really. He loves you a lot. I think you’re the only person he’d kill me over…”

He laughed, and tossed the bag he had grabbed from the kitchen into the trunk, before running over to the passenger side, “Honestly, we should probably hit the hospital soon. Check in at the motels is usually around 4 pm. We got time. And I wanna see you work your sexy work place outfit for the suckers at the hospital.”

He gave a sheepish grin as he opened his door and dipped down into the passenger seat. He was in a ridiculously good mood, considering they were going into this hunt blind. It wasn’t werwolves, and as far as they knew, it wasn’t vampires. Today would likely be a good day, one way or another.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean shrugged everyone off, stomping off the porch and onto the gravel. He had barely noticed the pain in his nose, as the blood began to dry in the night air, his face a mess. However, as he heard Natalia’s footsteps behind him, he knew exactly who was following him, just by her step.

He couldn’t believe that Mika would be able to be seduced by someone she barely even knew. At least with Esme, they had a past. They were in love at one point. It made sense that she would be his weakness, considering the lack of closure in their relationship.

Cason was a demon. He was a demon that she barely knew, and Dean only knew in passing, but the guy knew a lot about all of them. The odds that he was fully effected by Cupid was hard for Dean to wrap his head around. He still felt like killing him. Just turning around and marching back into the house, and plunging a knife into his heart.

But for some reason, everyone in the house was protecting Cason, which just made the rage bubble up in his stomach even more. Climbing up onto the trunk of the Impala, he sat panting, and didn’t turn to Natalia.

“Go back to the house, Nat…”, he said simply, as he stopped short of his Impala, just standing beside it, trying to take deep breaths to calm down from the rage that was still flooding his body, “Now…”

Cason and Bobby Singer

Cason sat up, his body still shaking as Bobby approached him and wrenched his body from the ground, with a slap to his back. Bobby was thankful that Cason was still alive, considering he was the only person in the house who really seemed to know what to do about Angels. He felt his phone vibrate against his side, and quickly pulled it with a hand still on Cason’s shoulder.

He flipped it open, tapping Cason and pointing to the couch, which Cason took as instruction and sat.
“I’ll be down in a second…”

He turned from Cason, “You gonna heal?”

Cason simply nodded, and Bobby nodded back, walking toward the stairs of the basement. He approached the door, and turned the heavy wheel, before wrenching the door open.

“So this is where you have been the whole time your brother has been losing his damn mind. What’s she doing uncuffed?!”, he asked Sam, looking over he and Anna, who was still sitting on the floor, a blanket up around her chest.

Sarah and Violet, hearing Esme screaming, reacted, wanting to protect her and their dad from a possible explosion. Running across the yard, they entered the house, snarling and fighting with each other as they tried to enter at the same time. Eventually, they managed to squeeze past each other, with Sarah hopping up, placing both her paws on Esmes chest to knock her back onto the floor, then placing her body weight against Esmes legs.

Violet ran over to the couch, seeing that Esme was cared for and jumped onto the cushion, curling up on Cason’s side, her head on his lap, as if to tell them both to calm down…

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Dean rolled his eyes at her encouragement but happily returned her quick kiss as she messed with his tie. He was happy to be her ‘bad cop’ while she played the angle of the more experienced agent, keeping him in check. It fit his personality, and gave him a chance to be as rough as he needed to be with any questioning they had to do.

But he still hated how young he looked. He ran one more set of fingers through his hair as she stepped around him and grabbed an extra set of shoes, turning to follow her down the stairs. He watched her as he walked, swallowing harshly at the way her skirt moved with every step, and her legs in those heels…

Shaking his head, he cleared his throat and jogged down to catch up with her, finding Bobby at the bottom of the stairs, holding his black jacket out to Dean. Dean walked up to Bobby, letting him help get his arms in. Bobby hoisted the heavy jacket onto Dean’s shoulders, smoothing it and giving him a pat on the back.

“You both look good. Just remember your badges, be careful with your body language, and make sure that you have an extra change of clothes in the car. I called ahead and got you a motel…Roadhouse Inn, just down the road from the hospital.”, Bobby explained as he smoothed the lines on the back of Dean’s jacket and turned to Mika, handing her a credit card, “You be safe, now. You hear me? Take care of each other…”

Dean sighed, knowing that Bobby was a bit nervous about them going out on a hunt with no definite master to prep for, but he nodded to Bobby and turned to face Mika with a small smirk.

“Ma’am…”, he muttered, stretching his arm out to her.

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Dean raised his eyebrows as Mika slipped her skirt on, having to bite his lip, in order to start getting dress. He pulled on his pants carefully, struggling to keep his eyes on her, while tripping into his pants and then zipped them and started working on his belt while she did her hair and makeup. She was a hazard to his health, when she wore clothes like that, and a bit of a distraction. But it was a distraction he took willingly.

By the time she was done with her makeup, he was attempting to tie his tie, twisting it one way, and then the other, before finally figuring out the formula for tying it properly. He pulled at it, standing in his starched white shirt and black pants and black tie in front of her, taking in his “partner”.

“I’m glad I have a thing for older women…”, he muttered, with a smirk. He noticed her height change as she stood in front of him, still shorter than himself, but a lot closer to eye level.

“I look like a kid going to church…”, he complained to her, holding his arms out, before bringing his right hand up to spike his hair a bit. Without makeup or any real way to make himself appear older, Dean looked like a young and scrappy renegade cop, which likely was the angle he was going to have to play, in this whole thing.

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Dean laughed and shrugged his shoulders proudly at her comment about his charm. He kissed her back with a wide smile on his face, just staring at her as she pulled back from him, eating her breakfast. Something as simple as her chewing had him smitten, distracted, and all around not in the mood to work.

When she suddenly stood from the table, got rid of her mug and brushed past him, he watched her intently, all the way to the stairs, his eyebrows raised. As he sat there, mouth slightly open wondering what she would potentially come back down with, Bobby cleared his throat from across the room.

“Do you need a suit?”, Bobby asked Dean, after snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Um…yeah. Yeah I actually do.”, Dean muttered, “Just the jacket.”

He then stood from his seat, leaving his mug on the table and ran up stairs to retrieve his dress shirt and pants. Bobby sighed and stood from his desk, walking over to his bedroom to grab one of his old black suit jackets for Dean, having already updated his FBI badge. What would these kids do without him?

Dean stepped into the bedroom carefully, walking over to Mika’s closet, where he had hung his clothes to keep them from being wrinkled, “So, what sexy get up are you going out in today, to woo all the men?”

He smiled brightly, pulling his FBI outfit from the closet and tossing it on the edge of the bed.

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Dean nodded happily at the fact that Mika had managed to get some sleep. He had been concerned, from the second he woke up, considering he fell asleep before he remembered her passing out, “Glad to hear it…”

As Bobby dropped the newspaper on the table in front of him, he sighed, “I can’t get one cup of coffee in me before you’re sending me to work?”

But Bobby simply started to walk off, patting Dean on the shoulder, “The only info I have is that the bodies are located at St. Mercy hospital, city central. It’s a thirty minute drive. No one else will talk to me.”

Bobby walked back over to his desk and sat down with a sigh, just as the FBI phone rang. Dean stared at the upside down news paper with his eyebrows furrowed, looking back up at Mika and shrugging his shoulders, “It depends on what kind of neck injury it is. If it’s the whole ass throat, then we know exactly what we’re dealing with. I’ll just let you handle it, while I drive the getaway car, since you’re such a skilled Vamp hunter, now.”

Dean chuckled, picking up his own piece of toast, “But we can check out the bodies, and see. The description is vague. Sensibilities of the people, and all that. Time for us to play doctor…and you have to wear something nice, Ms. FBI agent.”

He took a large bite of toast, and then spoke around the bite, “But you look a little young for FBI…”