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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s comment about everyone seeming happy. He was feeling at least relieved, and he felt the need to joke around with everyone, as much as he could. He watched her grab her coffee, and continued intently watching her as she sat down at the table and dug into her food. He couldn’t help the wistful smile on his face, as he watched her face.

Hearing the back door open, his ears perked up but he kept his gaze on her, until he heard the voice coming through the kitchen, and his chest tensed a bit, drawing his chin away from his chest to stare at Cason.

Cason shrugged his shoulders at Esme, when she mentioned that Cupid was able to control him. It was something he wasn’t quite sure of, either. He knew that he wasn’t in control of much, while Mika was on top of him, but he was aware of everything that was happening. He had moved against her. He had made decisions with her. Sighing, he shook his head, not sure what to say.

As Esme offered to essentially protect him, Cason’s head perked up, his gaze softening as he scanned her eyes with a small smile, “Well. Worth anything or not, I’ll take you back to your motel. Don’t worry. I just can’t believe you care enough to try and keep them from killing me.”

He gave an awkward laugh, reaching out and taking her hand, before pulling her away from her car, and starting the trek across the parking lot. He stepped through the garage with her, passing Dean’s black Impala on their way, and with a shaky hand, he opened the kitchen door, stepping into the room silently with Esme.

Annabeth

Annabeth laughed brightly at Natalia’s praise of her as Dean struggled to find words to get back at her with. She kept her hands in Sam’s hair, pooling all of it onto the top of his head as they laughed. She watched Mika walk into the room, and honestly was happy to see her seem so calm and normal.

“She seems okay this morning…”, she leaned forward to whisper in Sam’s ear with a smirk, before Cason stepped through the back door and her head snapped toward him, dropping Sams hair and bringing her hands down instead to nervously play with his earlobes, “And in walks trouble. Watch Dean.”

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Dean quickly released the single rope that was holding Travers to the chair, pulling his pistol and pointing at the man’s face. With his free hand, he whipped the ropes around, and completely freed Travers, stepping back from him, his eyes deadly, “Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll drop you before you can raise your hand…”

He shot a glance toward the door, in a way to tell him to walk, and stepped forward. His heart was racing at the fact that Mika was in trouble, because they were out numbered. There was no way either of them would have been in a safe situation, no matter which side of this they took. Unfortunately, he had made the wrong call, and now she was a hostage.

He tried to blink away the thoughts of what might be happening to her, as he stoved Travers with his hand, “Move. Take me to them. And if they’ve touched a hair on her head, you..and all the other freaks in this town are going to die, TONIGHT!”

Dean was seething in fear and rage, showing the darkest side of himself in that moment. He would tear this town apart, until he had Mika back safely.

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Dean sighed, his face showing sympathy for Travers as he stared at him. It seemed the man really loved his wife, if he was willing to just stay with her after finding out she was a skinwalker. Dean could relate. As he answered his phone, he stepped away from Travers and turned his face toward the bathroom.

As Mika explained to him what she had found, he narrowed his eyes, listening. Slowly, his face began to turn to anger, as she explained that Travers had indeed been lying to him. He turned back to Travers, his eyes burning holes into him as he stared and continued to listen.

“Alright. Get out of there and get yourself back here…”, Dean started, before he heard the other voice on the line, “Mika? MIKA?!”

Hearing the phone hit the ground, after her voice broke off, Dean pulled his phone from his ear, holding it to his forehead and squeezing it to the point that it made a sound, straining against his grip. He clenched his jaw and let a sigh leave his nose.

“You’re going to take me to them.”, he whispered to Travers, slowly opening her eyes and turning toward him, with rage in his eyes, “Wherever the solicitors are…You’re going to take me to them. My partner just got ambushed, while she explained to me that YOU ARE A LIAR!”

Dean roared, his body falling forward to place two angry strong hands on Travers thighs. He was now in panic mode, as well as ‘tired of the bullshit’ mode. Mika was in trouble and they still didn’t know exactly what the hell was going on. He wanted answers….now.

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Dean took the photo from Travers’ hand, gazing at it with interest. He took in every feature, every recognizable thing about the area around the two people in the photo and glanced up at Travers, with a small smirk, “She’s pretty. But if she’s a skinwalker, and you’ve always known about it…what does that make you? You a skin walker too? Dog, maybe?”

He asked the question intently, pulling hard against the rope that still rested around Travers’ legs and chest to make sure he couldn’t break free from the restraints. He stared down at the photo for a few moments, and then back up at Travers, trying to figure him out. Dean had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that there was more to the man, than what he was telling him. He just couldn’t put his finger on the source of his paranoia. Maybe it was just the stress of such a hunt, considering that almost anyone could be a skin walker. Until they changed, there were really no ways to identify them. Just then, his phone buzzed. Flinching, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, seeing Mika’s number.

Dean turned away from Travers, and placed the phone up to his ear, “Mika! What’d you find?”

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Dean lowered his eyes to the ground as Travers spoke about his wife. Their story was similar to his and Mika’s causing his stomach to ache a bit. If Mika was in the same situation as Travers wife, Dean wouldn’t have the heart to hurt her, either. He would do anything he had to, in order to keep her safe, even if she was a monster. He knew that. He had given it thought before.

“Carrie.”, Dean started, putting a name to a description finally, which made him feel even more terrible for the guy. He pulled his gun back, looking him over briefly, before making a decision he hoped he wouldn’t regret, “I’m going to release your arms. If you try to run, I promise I will shoot off both your knee caps before you can make it to the door.”

Dean stood from the bed, and stepped around behind Travers, pulling the release slip on the knot he had tied, and started to pull he ropes from Travers arms carefully. He kept his gun trained against Travers back, walking his way around to his front, “Show me a photo of Carrie…”

He sighed and stood over him, holding his gun down toward his legs as he tapped his fingers against the grip, patiently waiting for Mika to return. He knew it could be a while, and he was taking a risk, but he could handle a human.

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Dean watched Mika leave, reluctantly, as he didn’t want her out there on her own. But he knew that they had to get every bit of info they could, while they had a chance. And Travers had to stay put. Dean’s head perked up when Travers started to speak again, looking down at him with a bit of a glare, “Well, we’ll untie you once we check things out. Then, you can show me the picture of your wife, and hopefully she hasn’t killed anyone by then. Until then, you sit.”

His breath hitched in his throat a bit when Travers mentioned Mika being his girlfriend. He shook his head at first, “Hunters don’t really do relationships. You know about us. You should know that.”

But after a few moments, he sat on the bed, keeping his gun trained on Travers’ legs and sighed, “We’ve been close for a while. Started out high school friends, and circumstances made us hunting partners. I have to warn you…she’s just as tough as me, just nicer.”

Dean scoffed, but continued his words, “But if anyone, or anything touched a hair on their head, they would be dead before they could drop their hand. Wanted to let you know, in case you were digging…”

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Cason

Cason smirked at Esme’s retort to him, but sighed happily when she took his arm. He reached across and took her bags from her, walking out to the car.

When they arrived back to the junk yard, Cason’s stomach knotted a bit, wondering if anyone would actually want him in the house after what had happened the night before. He dreaded seeing Dean’s face, or even the reactions to his presence. He hoped he wouldn’t ruin the morning when he walked in.

Turning to Esme before they got out of the car, he sighed, “Are you cool? I mean I doubt anyone’s going to hold anything against you. Me on the other hand…”

He shrugged his shoulders, before opening the passenger door and stepping out. He closed his door and walked around quickly to hers, Sarah following close behind him. Opening Esme’s door, he offered a hand to her, being extra sweet this morning.

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a way that said ‘you’re not wrong’, when Sam mentioned that Mika liked him covered in bruises. It was a weird hunter couple thing, with them. Give Dean a black eye and Mika was all over it, not that Dean minded at all.

As Sam feigned being hurt at Anna and Dean’s joking, Dean brought his hands up to his face pretending to cry for Sam and then gave Anna a wink as she hugged Sam’s waist. There was something about them, all cuddled up against the counter that gave Dean the warm and fuzzies. His brother rarely latched onto anyone, or really allowed anyone close to him, anymore. Not that Dean could blame him, with his track record of dead women. He laughed, at Nat’s reaction waving his hand around, “Yeah, yeah. I’m Mika’s favorite for more than one reason…and I’ve always had two sisters. One of these days? You’ll let me cut that Disney Princess hair.”

Anna laughed, ruffling her fingers roughly through Sam’s hair as she shook her head at Dean, “I disagree. I’ll chop off your hands.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, shocked at sweet little Anna protecting his gigantic brother, “Wow, Sammy. Your hair has a very tiny, very mean bodyguard. Hey…HEY BOBBY!”

As Dean finished his sentence, he turned to wave at Bobby in the living room, and caught Mika as she stepped by, “We were just talking about favorites and she walks through the room…”

Bobby Singer

Bobby sighed contently, at the sound of laughing coming from his kitchen. It was a more than welcome sight after all the fighting. He waved Mika off, “Well, go enjoy the quiet. Dean’s laughing, the little girl is laughing and talking. Might not last long.”

He spoke honestly as he sat down with his coffee, and placed it on his makeshift coaster, kicking back in his chair to watch the kids. Hearing Sam’s greeting, Bobby lifted his head from his chest and called back to him, just as Dean chimed in as well, “Morning boys!”

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Dean narrowed his eyes, raising his nose into the air just a bit as Travers asked to be untied. He pulled his gun back out of his waistband and held it at his side, while shaking his head, “No. You can stay here, while one of us goes out and tests everything you just said. I let you go, and if you’re lying, we’re back where we started.”

Dean was glad at that moment that he was so paranoid. He knew that if he wasn’t there were unlimited opportunities for Travers to get away, and go and tell all of his contacts about the hunters in town. Being that there were only two of them, he couldn’t take that chance.

“Mika. You can go into town, or go out and make some calls, whichever you feel like, and see if you can track down any information about his wife. We need pictures, workplace, birthday, all the info.”, Dean explained to Mika before turning back to Travers. He stepped over to the table and pulled the extra chair, before sitting, his gun resting gently on his thigh.

“I hope, for your sake, you’re telling the truth.”, he muttered softly, his eyes trained on Travers’ face.

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Dean sighed, ending the sigh with a low growl at how frustrating this hunt had become. He would honestly rather have fought a werewolf than a roaming gang of skinwalkers. They could be anything. He listened to Travers explain his wife’s actions, and the fact that she seemed to be involved in some sort of secretive group. He sent a frustrated glance over to Mika as she spoke about the gang out loud.

“Great. That’s wonderful.”, Dean scoffed, shifting from one foot to the other, “So, the cops are in on this. Any weirdo in this town can be part of this…”

He brought a hand up to massage his eyebrows, just as Mika turned to him once again. He opened his eyes and threw his hands up in exasperation but kept his voice almost a whisper, “What do you want to do?! You want to fight a potential army of animals with just the two of us? I don’t know about you, but I don’t like those odds. This wasn’t supposed to be an ‘abandon all hope’ kind of hunt…”

He sighed, as Travers spoke up in desperation, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw tight before turning back to him, “I can’t promise you anything. I don’t normally help monsters…and she’s acting like a monster. But I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll let her live. I won’t touch a hair on her head unless I’m forced to, but you’re going to give me the name of every single person you even suspect might be a part of this.”

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Dean sighed, relieved as Travers finally broke at the idea of having his kneecap blown off. He kept his gun pressed against Travers leg, making sure that he explained completely, before he backed off. Being called a bulldog, Dean smirked dangerously, until Travers spoke about his wife.

He removed the gun from Travers leg and stepped back, keeping the barrel pointed at him as he watched his face, his eyes narrowed, letting Mika ask the questions. Dean faltered, sighing and closing his eyes as he pressed the hammer forward on his pistol and shoved it in his waistband.

“I would do everything I had to do. But your wife is killing people, man.”, Dean sighed, stepping closer to Mika, “What do you think is wrong with her? You said she’s not normally like this. People don’t just snap and kill strangers.”

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she had any clue what was going on, and then back to Travers, “What changes have you noticed?”