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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed through his nose at Mika’s reply about the others coming to drag them out of bed. He was tempted to pull a gun on them if they tried. He was comfy, and his head was pounding. He heard the tone of her voice as she mentioned taking mornings together for granted, something he had to agree with. In his forty years in Hell, he often thought about the fact that he would never be able to have these moments again. Having them back, he couldn’t help bask in them. He tightened his arms around her instinctively at the thoughts, and opened his eyes finally.

He stared down at her, flinching a bit at her fingertips against the bruised side of his face. Between her punch to his cheek and the fight, his entire face from his forehead to his lower cheek was bruised to hell. Both of his eyes were slightly blackened, but not too swollen, from the headbutt he had received to the nose, and honestly, he didn’t mind all of it. It was a stark reminder of his mistakes and anger problems that needed to be atoned for.

“Meh. I deserved it. I was surprised that you finally punched me again, after all these years, but I did deserve it…”, he muttered, kissing her back gently. He brought his lips up to kiss her nose and smirked, “But now I’m all bruised up. I remember someone having a bit of a soft spot for scars…”

Cason

Cason noticed that everyone was starting to roam around and stir from their sleep, but he hadn’t checked in on Esme in a while. He wondered if she was awake, and felt the need, after last night, to take her out for breakfast. At the very least, he wanted to apologize for causing another outburst from her.

He stood from the steps of the front porch, and disappeared, popping up at the foot of Esme’s bed. She was still sleeping soundly, but he couldn’t hear her breathing. Sarah’s head perked up when she heard him, and she didn’t instantly growl at him, which concerned him.

“Is she okay?”, he asked Sarah, who simply looked down at her, which Cason took as worry. He carefully walked over to the side of the bed where Esme was turned, sleeping like a stone and placed a hand carefully on her shoulder, his eyes raising to Sarah, “Dont…bite me.”

He gently shook Esme, but noticed that she wasn’t waking, which caused him to frown and pat her cheek. He pushed her hair back from her face, patting it a bit harder, and sighed. He needed to do something he wasn’t sure if he wanted to even consider. He had to call someone who knew her better than he did.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Dean’s number and held his breath until Dean answered.

Dean flinched as his phone rang from under his pillow, reaching up under the pillow and pulling it out. Seeing that it was Cason, he rolled his eyes and groaned, “What do you want?”

“Um. Trust me. I don’t want to call you either.”, Cason snapped at him in a whisper, his fingers still stroking through Esme’s hair, “But Esme won’t wake up. I figure you’ve been down this road before, with her…and unfortunately for me, I need your help.”

“Did you try kissing her?”, Dean asked, rolling his eyes once more.

“No…what?!”

“Snow White? You know. Kiss her. It always worked for me…”, Dean spoke carefully, “Look. The worst she’s going to do to you is blow your brains out again. Best case scenario, she likes it. I’m fine with either…good luck.”

Cason pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it with narrowed eyes, “Dean? Dean! Don’t hang…dammit.”

Tossing his phone onto the mattress, he stared at Esme for a few seconds, contemplating his options, before leaning in carefully and placing a gentle kiss against her lips with a sigh.

Annabeth

Annabeth sighed happily as Sam’s fingers moved through her hair and down her back, the simple and calming feeling almost making her want to go back to sleep. She rolled once again, wanting to watch his face in such a calm moment, as this was the first time they had ever woke up together, “I slept surprisingly well. You’re warm…”

She gave a small giggle, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she scooted herself to touch noses with him, and watch his smile. As he mentioned others being awake, she sighed, “I would honestly rather not. I’m gonna be cold, but I am pretty hungry. And I guess, now, you’re stuck with me anyway.”

She laughed softly, and placed a soft kiss against his lips. She also had noticed the door hanging open, which didn’t phase her, as she had never planned to escape. She felt safe with Sam, from herself and from everyone else. And she didn’t plan to allow herself to be separated from him again.

Anna couldn’t help but giggle lightly at Natalia’s screaming down at them, despite her not wanting to move from his warmth.

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Dean nodded to Mika reluctantly about taking their food to go. He was thoroughly enjoying his food, but he also knew that they had a very small window to get to the guys outside. So, he pushed his plate back, waiting for the boxes. Once the boxes were in front of them on the table, he placed his burger in one, and the rest of his pie in the other on his side.

“We’ll get a break tonight at some point. We’re unfortunately going to have to wait and see, I’m thinking. I don’t want to use the towns people as bait, but the odds of this thing just being easy to find are slim. It could be anyone in this town…”, he explained as he packed up his food, “And as far as the guys out there, we should definitely take the suited guy. If he thinks we’re FBI and actually willing to listen to him, he may be an open book.”

He realized that he might have to be the heavy hand in this situation, but that she had to be the boss. She looked a lot more professional, and not as young as he did. If they were going to convince this poor man they were above the police officer he was speaking to, she would have to stand on the front lines, with Dean behind her for support.

He smiled, closing his boxes and stacking them up, before meeting her gaze again, “I’ll let you do the heavy lifting with him. I’ll be there for incentive, if you need me, Agent Jett…”

Supernatural - After The End

Madison and Dean

Madison didn’t lift her face from Esme’s shoulder as she was asked about her powers. She only shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. I just thought about the fact that I wanted you to feel better, and my hands just did it. Maybe that’s how to control them. I just want it to happen.”

She pulled back from Esme a bit and scanned her eyes, seeing that she didn’t seem as tired as before. Madison sighed in relief, looking down at her hands as she pulled them around in front of her. They were no longer glowing, but Madison had to take pride in how powerful they were.

Dean stared in shock as Madison did what looked like Angel magic on Esme’s emotions and exhaustion. He couldn’t help but smile excitedly at the idea that they had two angels, in the group, now. That could definitely come in handy. But he also saw the good in Madison, at that point, and how much she cared for the people she knew.

It was something that he and Sam could both relate to. When they took someone into their little family, they tended to defend them to the death, and were willing to try anything to make sure they were safe. Madison wasn’t a part of their family, but at the rate she was going, Dean had some issues with hating her.

“That was unexpected. Did you just learn that?’, Dean asked, stepping back up to Esme’s side a bit, so he could judge Madison’s face.

“Not really. I just assumed that if I could be calmed by closeness and intention, by someone like Sam, I could do the same with closeness and intention.”, she spoke intelligently, which also caused Dean to raise his eyebrows, and look over to Sam. It was clear that Madison was connected to them both, but would use her powers without harming people, when she needed to. That was a hard pill for Dean to swallow.

“Well, we need to eventually see if you can heal exterior wounds. That could definitely come in handy, if you get to hunt with us.”, Dean chimed, his lazy smirk returning to his lips. He still expected to have to kill her, eventually, but he was willing to treat her as human, even if she was only half.

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Dean furrowed his brow at Mika’s worry about the case. He was worried about the same things, he just had more of an ability to turn that side of his brain off. He hadn’t taken that into account when he brought things up at the table, and it caused him to feel a bit bad.

He shook his head and waved his fork in front of him as she tried to protest his idea to be bait. There was no way in hell he could keep his head if she was going to do it, and he needed to be the muscle in all of this, bait or not. It was something he wasn’t going to budge on.

Dean followed her eyes while shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it. We’re here to do a job. It would be weird if we didn’t at least think about it, good food or not..”

As he watched the men outside, he narrowed his eyes, “They look like they’re disagreeing over what to do about something that affects them both, to me…Could be our kind of thing. It’s the only lead we’ve had so far, other than the bodies.”

He raised his eyebrows, as if asking her if she wanted to check it all out. Maybe they could suss out some info from the suited guy, considering they were playing FBI. If he was willing to speak to the cops, maybe he would be willing to speak to them.

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Dean Winchester

Dean didn’t honestly like being taken care of, but he was glad that at least Mika was willing to help him, and let him stay with her. As she doctored his wounds, he stayed as still as he could, following her hands from time to time, with his eyes to see where she was headed with the various tools from the first aid kit.

He stepped down from the back of the toilet as she finished up with him, “You’re a pretty good nurse…”

He smiled brightly, his eyes lazy as he stepped back into the bedroom and collapsed on his stomach on the bed. He kicked his boots off, letting them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed, and then rolled enough to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, also kicking them to the foot of the bed.

Turning back onto his stomach, he reached both hands up under his pillow and as Mika joined him, he draped an arm around her waist and passed out.

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled and nodded, scooting her body down against the makeshift bed. As he laid down shirtless, she scooted closer to him, turning her back to him and pulled his free arm over her as if it was a blanket, “Goodnight Sam…”

Cason

After a few hours of boring human sleep watching, Cason popped away from the lot, showing up at the foot of Esme’s bed silently. Sarah, however, raised her head just enough to growl at Cason.

“Shut your mouth. I’m just checking in…”, Cason hissed at her, but her growl didn’t stop, “Would you really hurt me?”

Sarah lowered her head even more around Esme, as if telling Cason that she would absolutely kill him if she had to. Huffing, he pointed a finger at her.

“You’re a traitor. I sent you to protect her, because I’m protecting her…You’re not supposed to turn on me.”, he hissed, before disappearing back to Bobby’s lot with a loud sigh. The hellhounds might have been a bad idea…

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The next day

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Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean groaned as Mika moved against his side. He pulled her closer to his body, and kissed her neck gently, “If we don’t go downstairs, they’ll never know we’re awake.”

He nuzzled further into her neck with small kisses, pulling the blanket up over his head to block out the sun.

Annabeth’s eyes fluttered open as she laid with her head resting against Sam’s chin, a pleasant sigh leaving her lips. She scooted herself back, pressing her back against his bare chest more, and smiled, “Good morning, handsome…”

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Dean shook his head at Mika with a mouthful of food, and carefully swallowed, “I’m gonna be ready for hunting, after this! As long as I fight the sleep off, I’ll have plenty of fuel, all night.”

He laughed, and pushed the burger away, deciding to take it with him, for after the hunt. He was always starving after a hunt, and there weren’t a lot of places in this type of town to get food late at night. He pulled the pie close to him, and dug into it, just basking in the pure sugary goodness as he paused, “I’m taking the burger with me. This is amazing. You okay?”

He noticed that Mika was in thought. He took another bite, and tapped the edge of his fork on the table, “I’ll be the bait…”

He knew that she was probably thinking about it. This was their first time hunting a skin walker together, and it would be all trial and error. That usually meant that one of them would have to draw the monster out. Dean watched her face and shrugged his shoulders. It had to be one of them, and considering everything she had gone through, he would rather take the heat.

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Dean smiled sweetly at the waitress as she mentioned apple pie. He barely even let her mention that it was what they had before he nodded his head, “That’s perfect.”

At Mika chiming in and essentially ordering for him, he raised his eyebrows and then laughed, himself at how well she knew him. There was rarely a time he turned down sweets, especially pie. He looked down at his burger and sighed, now only wanting the pie, but also wanting the burger.

“I’ll compromise, for pie. I’m a growing boy that listens to his gut. Right now…my gut is telling me to just…eat…”, he muttered, picking up his burger in both hands and taking a huge bite out of it. He sat the burger back on the plate and wiped his hands lazily on his pants, before groaning at how much the burger hit the spot in his hunger cravings, “And that burger is so amazing…Mm. I feel like I”m going to have to sleep off a food coma, tonight…”

As the waitress came by, she sat a small plate down with the biggest slice of apple pie Dean had ever laid eyes on, in front of him. He looked down at it with wide eyes, and then back up at the waitress.

“Look good?”

“Um….yes Ma’am. You’re an angel…”, Dean muttered around a mouthful of food, which caused the waitress to laugh as she turned to help another table.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Happy that Esme was even willing to speak to him, Dean couldn’t help but smile softly when he heard her voice. He knew that her answer was a half answer, but he would take it. He smiled warmly back at her, and nodded. Esme was someone that needed a lot of rest after a stressful situation. Dean remembered that well. Odds were, she would be more than ready to talk to him about everything, once she had rest and he didn’t look so rough.

He couldn’t help but smile proudly at Mika when she apologized, although he had plenty of apologies to dole out, himself. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it at the time, while he was doing his best to just not sit down and give into the sleepiness, now that his adrenaline was calming.

Dean turned his face to look at Mika, and nodded lazily, “Yeah. I think I’m about ready for bed. We all need some rest…finally. So, take me away, nurse!”

He chuckled, and held his arm out for her to grab as he nodded to everyone else to tell them goodnight.

“Keep an eye on him Meeko. I’m right here if you need me…”, Bobby chimed in, nodding to Mika as he leaned back in his desk chair.

Annabeth

Anna was sitting in the center of the room, on their little makeshift bed when Sam opened the vault door, causing her head to pop up, and a small smile to form on her face. She nodded at his explanation of the situation upstairs, “I’m just glad everyone seems okay…”

She situated the pillows on the floor and frowned as he gathered things from around the vault, “Sam, you can get a motel room. I’ll be fine…”

Anna knew that she could curl up almost anywhere and go to sleep, but with Sam being much larger, he would have some issues. And she knew he was doing it for her.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason tensed as Dean walked down the stairs with Mika in tow. Dean looked like hell, and Cason would have felt bad about it, if the man hadn’t attacked him first. Deserved or not, he defended himself against the most ruthless hunter on the planet. He wouldn’t apologize for that.

Violet wrapped herself tighter around him, but he quickly shoved her off, her paws gently padding the floor as she landed. He stood from the couch, and ran his hand up the back of Violet’s head to tell her to follow him. Cason didn’t want to stay in the house with Dean Winchester up and around, any longer than he had to, and he still hadn’t checked on the perimeter hounds.

“I’m going to go for a walk…”, he muttered to Esme, and walked out the front door with Violet huffing as the cold air hit her face.

Dean Winchester

Dean kept his possessive hold on Mika until the hit the bottom step, seeing everyone watching them. He realized then how worried everyone was that he was going to kill someone, after the nights events. He really needed to learn different avenues to release his stress, if this was the reaction he was going to get every time he got in a fight.

He instantly nodded to his brother, a silent gesture of ‘Everything is cool. Get some rest.’. He could tell that Sam took the message, as he decided to retire for the night. When he approached Dean, Dean wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist, clapping his hand simply against his back to tell him he loved him, and also a small apology for his actions. Sam understood. Sam always understood.

Dean turned back, seeing Cason step out the door, his Hellhound ruffling papers as it walked with him. He shuddered at the idea that he got lucky. The Hellhounds had let him fight with Cason, because Cason made them. Otherwise, they would have easily ripped Dean apart, a feeling he was intimate with, and didn’t want to feel ever again.
“Well, everyone looks pretty good, down here.”, Dean muttered, smiling. As he smiled, the blood on his nose cracked a bit, and Bobby sighed, pointing at him with the pair of scissors he was toying with.

“We’re all fine, but you look like shit, boy. That hole in the back of your head. Does it need stitches?”, he asked Dean, too which Dean shook his head and brought his hand up to check the wound again.

“No. It seems like it’s mostly a knot. It’ll be fine. I’ll wash my hair before I head to bed…don’t worry about bloodstains anymore tonight…”, Dean joked with Bobby, who rolled his eyes and waved the scissors at him.

“Better not get anything bloody. And Dean?”

Dean turned his head slightly, making eye contact with Bobby.

“We need to talk about those outbursts you’re having. You were in Hell for four months. That kind of anger…we need to snuff it. Deal?”

“Deal…”, Dean sighed, smirking at Bobby, “I’m just glad everyone is okay, for the most part. That was a shitty situation for everyone…especially…”

He turned to Esme, and waved his hand at her, “How are you doing?”

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Dean nodded at Mika’s agreement that the state of the town seemed a bit weird. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was going on here, other than maybe the towns people didn’t know. Outside of the newspaper article, that half the town probably hadn’t read, they didn’t seem too warned about the situation

“Maybe the mayor and his people aren’t coughing up any information to the townsfolk. That basically makes them sitting ducks, live bait…”, he muttered as he thought about the possibilities for the situation. The two situations that came up in his head were the mayor hiding things, or the cops spouting threats to keep things under wraps, to protect someone in town. It was something they would have to look into if they hit a dead end., “Could be the cops…”

As the waitress came back to the table, Dean sat back from the edge where he had rested his elbows and smiled, watching his plate land in front of him. His eyebrows raised at how big his burger was, versus Mika’s plate of food and laughed softly.

“I think we’re good. I’m good.”, he said with a smile, before putting the burger down on the plate and waving a finger around at the waitress, “On second thought. Pie. Do you have any kind of pie?”