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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean flinched when Mika mentioned that Nick had licked her. He scrunched his nose up and glanced at her, “Now he has to die. Licking you? He beat you up AND licked you? Disgusting little…”

He shook his head as they walked back to the motel. His stomach rumbled as he saw the food in her hands. He was dying to get some food and some alcohol in his system, and just relax for a bit with her, before they had to make a solid decision. As she placed the food on the table, he instantly reached out and pulled his two boxes toward him, popping them open.

“How are you feeling, other than hungry? Anything I need to look at, or ice? I tried to get to you sooner, like…as soon as I heard your voice on the phone, I tried to jump. But I had to steal a car.”, he said as he waved his takeout fork around in the air, before digging into his pie first, “And holding someone hostage while trying to steal a car is delicate business.”

He smirked, his eyes scanning over her face. He didn’t want her to know how gutted he was that he wasn’t able to stop her from being touched in any way, especially since he had come out unscathed, holding his own pretty easily with just a gun.

“Sorry about that…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester, Annabeth, and Bobby Singer

Dean couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and wipe a frustrated hand down his face as Castiel rambled detailed responses to the references the group made. Working with angels was going to be a blast, especially this one. Castiel was the driest person Dean had ever met, and didn’t understand a lick of humor, something that Dean normally would actively avoid.

“You’ll find out, the longer you stay with us…family is a bit different, around here. We take in people who need help. We keep them around. We take care of them. That’s family.”, Dean explained, genuinely trying to explain to Castiel that he didn’t mean ‘blood family’. He had to admit that the little trench coat wrapped child with wings was amusing.

However, Dean raised his eyebrows at Cas’ words about Annabeth. Dean had already heard a bit of the information from Cason, back when he first met Anna, but considering he had known of Anna for years, and she and Sam had come back together like opposite sides of a magnet, snapping back into place as if they had never left each other, Dean couldn’t help but wonder if part of it was manipulation. The thought caused his stomach to twist into a knot as Cas continued, speaking of the demon blood, which Dean had NOT been told about.

Anna barely looked at Castiel, before sinking back behind Sam, not able to meet Dean’s eyes. He had just started coming around to the idea of her staying around, and now this…The odds of Dean not throwing an absolute fit to get her out were low.

“Demon blood? Sam, did you know about this?”, Dean snapped, his eyes suddenly burning into his brother’s face as he stared at him, and then glanced down to Anna. He didn’t have much time to discuss it with Sam, before Castiel continued, and Dean simply gave Sam a ‘we’ll talk about this later’ glare.

Dean’s attention dropped from his brother’s face to Castiel’s hand as he pulled a note and handed it to him. Staring at the information on the note, Dean raised his eyebrows, “So, we just go here…find whatever freaky thing is going on and stop it, and no seal pops? That sounds easy enough. Right guys?”

He looked around to everyone in the room, knowing that they would be just as overwhelmed as himself, but he needed backup. He needed to know he wasn’t alone, and reassurance that they were at least coming with him.

Bobby stood finally, having been quiet while Dean dealt with the angel. Dean was the only one that Castiel was technically supposed to protect, from what Bobby gathered from his body language and even his use of his powers around Dean. The last thing he wanted to do was get in between an angel and a demon that he wasn’t quite sure they should even be working with.

He walked over to the table, and snatched the sticky note from Dean’s hands, his eyes trailing up to Castiel, “What’s the seal? A little more information might help us get to it faster…”

Bobby stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a beer for Dean, one for Castiel if he wanted it, and one for himself, before signaling to Nat, “Sweetheart, there’s more in the garage if any of you want one. This is gonna be a hell of a day.”

Dean eagerly took the beer from Bobby’s hand, and took Castiel’s too, opening it and handing it to the angel. For Dean, offering Castiel a beer was a sign that he didn’t mind his company, as long as he was chill., “Drink up…”

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Dean nodded. They were on the same page about Travers, from what they had both found out. He was mostly just desperate to be left alone. If Nick was taken care of, Travers would likely leave them alone if they wanted to leave. Just this once, Dean was fine with letting him live, under the condition that he and his pack stopped the hunting that Nick had let get out of control.

He watched the motel come into view, but turned his head to raise an eyebrow harshly when Mika mentioned having a tranq gun in the car. Where the hell had she picked that up? And what did she think she was going to use it on, in a hunt that they originally thought might be a werewolf? Did they even work on werewolves? He would have to try that out sometime, just to check.

He shook the self destructive thoughts from his head long enough to nod his head at her again, “I need a drink, and I happened to pack a good bottle. So, yes. Let’s get inside, and regroup. We need to prepare a plan for if Travers followed us back to the motel. Being an animal…man-thing, if he wanted to find us, he would. Doesn’t do me much good to talk him down, if he kills us in our sleep.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a matter of fact way, and reached out to playfully pinch her chin quickly, before opening the passenger door of the car, “And I’ll judge a lot of whether I kill all of these bastards by how bad those bruises look in a few hours.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

As soon as the angel turned to him, Cason disappeared with a ‘pop’, leaving Esme standing alone in the kitchen. He wasn’t going to risk his ass with an angel, not this early in the war. Annabeth was on her own, and had a Winchester shield. The angels had orders, from what he gathered, not to hurt either of them, yet.

He landed on the gravel in the junkyard, and walked around to the garage, leaning against Dean’s Impala, while lighting a cigarette as he rode out the angel storm.

Dean quickly reached out for Castiel’s harm, pulling down roughly, as he stepped close to Cas’ back, “Don’t…purge anyone. Assume that if they’re in this house…they’re family, alright?! You too. They won’t hurt you, and you don’t hurt them. Look at me. What do you need me to do, right this second, that doesn’t involve SMITING ANYONE?!”

Dean’s voice raised and he leaned in close to Castiel’s face, keeping his hand wrapped around the angel’s wrist. Realizing he was still holding on to him, he shoved his arm away and sighed, clenching his jaw at his own disrespect, “Please. No smiting.”

Annabeth allowed Sam to push her further behind him, her hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his back, her hands heating up a bit against him in her fear. She squeezed her glowing eyes tightly shut as she waited for Castiel to take them again, but when he didn’t right away, she furrowed her brow, glancing under Sam’s raised arm slightly to see Natalia shielding her, and Cason was gone.

“I’m just like Sam…”, she muttered quietly from behind Sam’s back, “I don’t want to hurt anyone. In fact, if the angels are good, I want to help, too!”

Dean closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face, before pointing a hand toward Anna and opening his eyes at Cas, “See? Just like Sam. You haven’t blasted Sam into the next life, so why her?”

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“Did he bite you or anything?”, Dean said almost absentmindedly as he looked her over, before she chimed in that she was fine, and mentioned what she was able to get over on her captor. Dean couldn’t help but smirk, “That’s my girl…”

His smirk faded a bit as he thought about a game plan for what they should do next. He wanted to run, for the first time in his life, knowing that if a werewolf was able to almost kill him, a bear could definitely do some damage, even if he was just a man that turned into one. Somehow that made it worse.

He groaned, “I don’t know what to do. But I do feel like we have to make sure the cop dude is dead. He has to die, if he’s not already dead. We can swing back to the motel, regroup and decide whether to swing back round.”

Dean wiped a hand down his face, before he turned back to her again at her question about Travers, “I think I can talk to the guy. He’s a bold face liar, but I don’t think he’s a ruthless killer. If we can find him, and get close to him, I’ll try to talk him down before he can turn into a giant Care Bear, and worst case…I’ll shoot him in the head.”

Dean shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and leaned back in his seat, reaching his hand over to rest on her thigh as he watched the weird quiet people pass by the window.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Cason

Dean gasped lightly as the flutter of Castiel’s wings blew around the room, and he felt a presence dangerously close to his face. He clenched his jaw, and turned his face toward Castiel, almost brushing noses with him, “Cas. We really need to work on personal space, with you.”

The second Castiel popped into the room, Cason stepped instinctively closer to Esme, quickly grabbing her hand. None of the information about Lucifer was exactly news to him, as he had learned most of the information he had about angels from the defective angels that were trying to break the seals, in tandem with Demons.

Dean stepped back and listened to Castiel’s matter of fact speech, and raised his eyebrows, nodding incredulously. He waved his hands in front of him, urging Cas to go on. As he explained the seals, Dean turned his eyes from Castiel to the rest of the room, his mouth hanging open to say something, but then pressing closed.

Bobby simply stood nearby and narrowed his eyes as Castiel paused, and then kept speaking without allowing Dean to say anything. As he finished with a question, Dean turned his gaze back to Castiel’s face, and he brought both hands out in front of him, palms up, “Well thanks for the information! How do we save them? Do the angels have some sort of weird biblical map to these things?”

Across the room, Annabeth tightened her grip on Sam, practically hiding behind his large frame as she watched Dean interact with another angel. She just hoped this time, the angel wouldn’t notice her, or her similarity to Sam.

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Dean pulled Mika out the door, and refused to let go of her hand as he ran, until she pulled away to grab her keys. He turned, as they ran, listening to Travers growling and snarling behind them. He paused, and then turned as Mika screamed at him to get in the car.

Flinching at her voice, he ran to the passenger seat of her car and threw himself inside, quickly slamming the door behind his legs. He placed his hand on the dash as they sped away, Travers narrowly missing them as Dean sighed, and leaned his head forward against his chest.

“That was a new one…”, he said with a nervous smirk and a loud sigh, “I haven’t had a chance to look at you yet. You okay? That son of a bitch better be glad I only had time to get one shot off…”

Dean’s eyes scanned over Mika’s body, settling on her face as he reached out and brushed his fingers across the bruising red mark across her cheek. He gently stroked his finger across the skin, trying to convince himself that she was fine. The thought of anyone putting their hands on her made his blood boil, but she knew that. Likely, she used it against her captors, easily.

“We need to head back to the motel and regroup, or grab our stuff and get out of town. I don’t know how much Travers knows, at this point.”, he said more relaxed now.

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Dean gasped as he noticed his gunshot actually affected the dog. But Travers’ growl from beside him sparked desperation in his chest and he shoved his gun in his waistband, running around behind Mika. He started pulling at her ropes, eventually wiggling them free from themselves in absence of a knife, “Thanks for the deduction, Lady Sherlock”

He rolled his eyes at her words, finally managing to get the main knot completely untied. Throwing the ropes over her back, they fell in her lap, the ropes around her arms and legs loosening. He ran around to her front, and pulled with one strong tug at each arm, pulling her arms free, and then did the same to her legs, reaching his hand out for her to grab.

“As much as we’re going to finish this hunt, I’m not fighting a damn bear in a house.”, he said quickly, pulling Mika from the chair. He held her hand with one hand and pulled his gun from his waistband with the other, taking one more wide eyed look at Travers, before running for the door, tugging Mika behind him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Annabeth

Dean stared at Cason for a few moments as he stepped through the kitchen and perched himself against an empty counter, far away from most people. He didn’t want to start a fight this morning, but it did make him a bit angry that Cason looked so clean and uninjured, while Dean felt like a train had hit him in the face. Demon healing powers…ugh.

Dean’s eyes then scanned over Esme, his gaze softening as he stared at her, hoping to catch her gaze as she stood in the kitchen. He could feel the familiar wave of calm that she tended to project onto him before or after a hunt, and he sighed wistfully, dropping his shoulders.

Annabeth watched Sam, trying not to make eye contact with Cason as she sat behind Sam. When Sam confirmed that he was already watching Dean, Anna sighed, letting go of his earlobes and letting her hands fall from his shoulders as he stepped up grabbed some food for both of them. She took the sandwich from his hands and smirked, “Thank you sir.”

Reaching a hand out as she took the sandwich in one hand, she placed her hand against his hip, finding it hard to lose contact while they were in a room full of people, especially Cason. Apparently, she was still in the last few stages of detox, because he smelled amazing, like food. She shoved her finger behind Sam’s belt, forcing herself to hold onto him.

But her head perked up, at the same time as Dean’s when Nat answered her phone and began talking to someone in a confused but intrigued tone. When Sam spoke up, asking what the phone call was about, Anna’s eyes followed his to Nat and she raised her eyebrows, just as Mika chimed in, “What’s the rising of the witnesses?”

Dean watched Mika leave the room to go and find the book he knew she already had in her sights when she stood. He slid off the counter to step over near her, wrapping his body around her back as he leaned over the book above her, “Breaking seals? Bobby? What does that mean?”

“I was hoping I was wrong.”, Bobby chimed from the living room with a huff. He stood from his chair, and walked over toward them, throwing a large book onto the center of the table near the food, and opened it, “If what I’m reading is right, the seals are keys to a door. And I don’t think we want to see what’s behind that door. We might want to call your angel friend.”

“He’s not my friend.”, Dean snapped, glaring up at Bobby.

“Alright. Then your angel aquaintance. Call him what you want, but if anyone’s going to know about the damn biblical apocalypse, it’ll be an angel.”, Bobby snapped back at Dean, picking his book up from the table and walking off with a grumble.

Anna carefully pulled Sam closer to her and swallowed her bite of food, “We’re gonna bring angels here?”

“An angel. He seems like a good guy. Wears a trenchcoat. Tiny little thing.”, Dean answered, before lowering his head toward the table with his eyes closed, “Castiel. You said you would be around. Well, we got questions that we think you have answers to. So…if this prayer works or whatever, I don’t know how to do this…please come help?”

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Dean snarled like an angry animal when the officer spoke about harming Mika. And pulled his gun from the back of Travers’ head, to train it on the man in front of him. Travers asking the man to let Mika go, and calling him by his name made Dean smirk, “Yeah, NIck. Why don’t you make the right decision here, and let the girl go, before I put a silver bullet in your brain?”

He flinched however, when Nick told Travers to shut up. He had walked in here thinking that Travers was ultra important to the gang of walkers, and that he didn’t have to worry about much, as long as he had him as a human shield. Pulling away from Travers completely, now that he knew the relationship of the two men in front of him, he pointed his gun with both hands at Nick, “Yeah, well…Hunters are hard to kill. At least this variety is. I could leave, but then you’ll just terrorize the poor people in this town, and well…I can’t have that on my conscience.”

Dean spoke with his normal gravitas, now feeling confident that he could win this easily, and well, he might as well have a bit of fun with the monster of the week. He smirked, a dangerous and angry smirk, and glanced to Mika, a giving her a wink, before his face fell to a serious one at Nick’s next words.
“I would choose my words very carefully, officer.”, Dean muttered through his teeth as Nick’s hands landed on Mika in front of him. Snarling his nose at the contact, Dean pulled his gun, squeezing the trigger slowly as the hound appeared in front of him. His narrowed angry eyes turned to surprise as he hesitated, and reached out for Travers, “Not a bear. He’s not a bear!”

Pulling his gun back up to point at the giant dog, Dean fired a hail mary shot into the dog’s chest, hoping for the best.