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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

As he got off the phone, Dean smiled back down at her with a sigh. He glanced to the door as Nat called through to them and rolled his eyes, “Yeah it seems that way. I don’t want to deal with Nat throwing cold water on me again for missing breakfast. I’m up!”

He quickly shuffled to the edge of the bed, looking down at his torso, and then over to his clothes. He lazily picked his bloody jeans off the floor and slipped them over his legs, deciding that he would grab his bag and get dressed later. For now, he just wanted to get down stairs before he managed to piss Natalia off.

He then remembered something that made him smirk as he buckled his belt, “Sam slept in the vault last night, right? You don’t think he and Anna…Sweet little Anna.”

Dean shook his head, snickering at the thought of his brother being brave enough to even kiss her outside of desperation. Although, it wouldn’t be the first time they had been hot and heavy, just the first time they had been alone long enough to make anything out of it. He stepped over to Mika, and leaned down placing one sweet kiss on her lips, before reaching his hand out for hers, “Let’s go make a grand entrance, and no…I’m not putting on a shirt.”

Cason

Cason smiled as Esme kissed him back, and started to deepen the kiss against her lips just as she woke up and shoved him. He held his hands up to apologize and explain himself, but she punched him, causing a loud and defeated groan to leave his lips as he stepped back from the bed, sitting roughly on his ass on the floor.

“I’m sorry. Esme I’m sorry…”, he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, “You wouldn’t wake up and I tried everything I knew. Sarah tried. I tried. So, I had to improvise and…”

When Esme asked if he had talked to Dean, he sighed, relieved that she at least partially understood what he was trying to do, “Yes. Yes he did. I called him, because he’s the only one who knows you better than me, and he told me…to kiss you.”

Annabeth

Anna stared up at Sam and smiled. His skin was always so relaxing to her, for some reason. He was like a walking Xanax, even now, with the demon blood situation. She groaned outwardly at the idea of getting up coming up again. She had to admit after two days of not eating, she was starving. So, she simply nodded at his request for her to eat, “Alright. Let’s go.”

As Anna heard Natalia’s voice ringing down from all the way upstairs, she chuckled, glancing over at Sam to see his smile. She was glad he had woke up smiling this morning. Her mind flashed back to their time the night before, while chaos was breaking out around them, and she blushed a bit, standing from the makeshift bed.

Being already dressed, she stepped over to him, and slipped under his arm, leaning up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, “She’s playing mom, which means we have probably thirty seconds to get up there, before she starts throwing things at us…”

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Dean stared at the guy as he walked away from them, but shook his head at the idea of going after him in the car. Dean wasn’t in the mood to be polite, after watching someone lie straight to Mika’s face over a situation so serious. If the guy was a part of it, niceties were going out the window.

“I’ll grab him. You get the car…”, he muttered as he started to walk off. But Mika’s phone buzzing stopped him in his tracks, and he looked down at her, waiting to see what the phone call was about. When she met his eyes, and confirmed that their hair was from a bear, his face hardened a bit.

“Get the car…”, he spoke plainly, stepping away from her at a jog. He jogged up to Mr. Travers, closing the gap pretty easily before clapping a rough hand against the man’s shoulder, squeezing him hard, “Hey buddy! So we just got off the phone with someone, and um…I think you should come with us. We can do this the easy way…or my way.”

As he realized that Mr. Travers was just going to stand there, and be stubborn in his fear, Dean brought his arms up around his neck, choking him out slowly. He squeezed a bit tighter as the man fought against him, and slowly lowered him to the ground. Panting from the effort, he looked around. No one seemed to care that he had just choked this man out in the middle of the sidewalk. They simply walked on, which caused one of his eyebrows to raise.

Not having time to contemplate, He pulled Mr. Travers into a limp sitting position and bent down, hoisting his body onto his shoulders with a loud grunt and popping of his back. Adjusting him, he began walking back toward the parking area, hoping that Mika would catch up and give some relief before his back gave out under the man’s weight.

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Dean started to step forward, his hand coming out to grab the man’s jacket as he spoke to Mika with snark. But he refrained, letting Mika handle it as nicely as possible before he had to become the heavy. However, when he responded to Mika’s observation with deflection, Dean raised his nose into the air, staring down at Mr. Travers over his cheek bones.

He let his hands relax from the fists they were clenched into when Mr. Travers walked away, tempted to go and grab him. He knew something, or at least had a hunch. Either way, he was someone they could get more info out of with the right push of the buttons. He turned to Mika, relaxing his body language and sighed.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have let him walk off. He was terrified. I could have shaken it out of him, but I didn’t want to cause a scene.”, he muttered, flexing his hands from the tension of having them clenched so tightly. He looked around the street to see if anyone else had noticed the interaction, but no one was even looking at them.

“We either need to figure out where he’s headed, or we need to get more info on him. What do you think?”, he asked her, wanting to make sure she was at least partially in the lead on the case, “I can still get to him, if you want me to go knock him out. I just might need help getting him into the trunk…”

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Dean nodded his head at Mika’s plan, a bit impressed that she was taking such control of the situation. He stood from the booth with her and stepped up close to her, but smiled down at her face as she placed the keys in his jacket pocket. The small touch to his torso caused him to be distracted for a second, as he was semi fed, and his adrenaline was starting to rise at the idea of a hunt.

He cleared his throat and followed her out of the diner, headed for the car. As she mentioned jogging in heels, his eyebrows raised and he watched her as she stepped away from him. He kept them raised, watching her jog away in her impossible shoes, He shook himself from his thoughts, wanting to get back to her as fast as possible and pulled the keys from his jacket pocket. He opened the backseat drivers door, gently laying the food in the back seat, before clicking the lock and turning to jog back to Mika.

As Dean stepped back up behind Mika, he pulled his own badge, even though she was no longer holding hers, and flashed it to the man, before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, to loom over Mika’s back as an incentive for the man to be honest with them.

“Mr. Tavers, have you seen anything that would make you so nervous? We saw you talking to the cops. They probably didn’t believe you.”, Dean chimed in, pulling a hand from his pocket to place it on his chest, “We will. Trust me. We’re not average agents…”

He glanced to Mika, his face never moving from his intimidating expression and then turned back to Mr. Tavers, “Tell us what you told him.”

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.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

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.