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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean tilted his head in agreement with his eyebrows raised at Mika’s annoyance with witches. Witches could be tricky, and with the careful placement of a hex bag, or even just one of your hairs, they could totally screw everything up or even kill you. He furrowed his brow and thought about the possibility that a teenager could be doing all of this.

“She just seems a little young to be doing this on her own.”, he muttered, as he approached the Impala and tossed the hex bag on the hood. He ran a hand across his eyebrows as Mika mentioned a solid plan of regrouping. He reached down and untied the leather strip around the hex bag, “I think that’s as good of a plan as any. Take pictures of this stuff. We can take them back to Sam and see if we can figure out what we’ve got.”

He flattened the fabric and gestured for her to take photos, as he pulled his keys and his zippo from his pocket, laying them beside it.

Annabeth

Anna nodded slowly as the Don answered her question, and she stepped close to Sam as Natalia finished up with him. She followed his gaze toward the furnaces and watched as he managed to get some of the small bones from the tray inside. She turned from him, waving politely at Don and then a few of the male students, before leading the way out of the classroom.

Once she was in the hallway, she turned to Sam and raised an eyebrow, “You think the teacher knows more than he’s telling us? I mean, its possible that this girl is just an angsty teen, but it’s just as possible that she’s doing some kind of weird magic with those bones, and hiding them in plain sight? Or Don…”

Duke

Duke stayed still as Esme confirmed she wanted him to stay. Her hand resting on top of his sent his heart racing a bit, just at the deliberate touch. He raised his eyebrows a bit further as she made it clear that she wanted to spend time with him, not just have him as an extra set of hands while hunting. As she kissed his cheek, he took a deep breath, his heart stuttering, but he nodded his head, “O-okay. Yeah. I’ll stick around for a bit. I don’t see no harm in that. If anything, I can do my best to make sure you don’t get yourself killed tryin’ to keep up with the Winchesters.”

He laughed softly, watching the side of her face as she stared at the ceiling, but as he took a deep breath, so did she and turned back to him. He furrowed his eyebrows at the mundane date night sound of her plans for them. He nodded excitedly and rolled his shoulders back, “Yeah! Yeah I think that sounds like as good a plan as any. We’ll go find your car in the mornin’ if we can’t talk one of the others into going to get it when they get back.”

Duke could feel that the water was getting a bit cool, as they sat there, losing track of time. He stretched his leg out and hit the lever to release the water from the tub and scooted her forward on the slick tile of the tub. He stood carefully, and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He reached back and grabbed a second towel, holding it in front of him for her to stand so he could grab her. He laughed softly, trying to keep the mood light, “Can you stand up without help? I know sometimes that’s touch and go with you.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean watched Mika hand the widow her business card, wondering if she had managed to get any info from her. He didn’t ask. Instead, he stood still until Mika turned to leave and the widow showed them out. As soon as they were outside, Dean glanced to Mika expectantly, waiting for a light briefing. He shook his head sadly at her comment about the woman’s grief, “Yeah, I can’t imagine losing someone like that. Wake up in the morning and everything’s fine, and then by night fall, your spouse is just dead.”

As Mika brought up the name of the babysitter, Dean narrowed his eyes in deep thought and he tilted his head to the side, “Wasn’t that the name on the other paper? The girl Sam and Nat are going to talk to?”

He pulled the hex bag from his pocket and held it up between two fingers, “Think she could be our witch? I found this, behind the fridge.”

Annabeth

Anna smirked at Sam’s comment about having trouble keeping himself professional around Dean and Nat’s shenanigans. Though, he didn’t seem particularly excited about Anna going off to chat with the gawking students. He still seemed to understand it might be a plan, if they needed some info from the kids.

She followed Sam and Nat down to the classroom, and as Sam and Nat pulled their ID’s to show the teacher, she also pulled hers, but stood back from them a bit to look over the artwork on the walls, and the different clay pieces. She frowned at a few of them, seeing a lot of dark and potentially disturbing masks.

When Nat signaled to her to take photos quietly, Anna pulled out her phone, and she stepped closer to them, looking over the disturbing art as she pretended to text, while taking photos, “Her mood changed suddenly. Almost like she might be possessed by something? Like something snapped?”

She asked the questions in a way that Sam and Nat could pick up on what she was getting at, wondering if the girl was possessed by a demon, but keeping it vague enough that the teacher would just think she was simply mentioning hormones, or maybe trauma causing the outbursts.

Duke

Duke relaxed a bit as Esme actually reacted to his embrace and his words. He tilted his head to the side as she leaned back against his shoulder, and turned her face toward his neck. Glancing down at her, even though he couldn’t see her face, he smirked, his smirk turning into a wide smile, “I guess that’s a compromise…for now.”

Duke tightened his arms around her as she forgave him for the question and then apologized for unloading on him, as if he didn’t ask for it. He shook his head and turned his head to place a soft kiss to her hair, “You got no reason to apologize. You can lay all that stuff on me. I got plenty of room for it. But, we gotta…make that go both ways. Let me ask questions and…be here, while I can.”

He reached his free hand up to brush her hair back, brushing his thumb down the side of her face as he took a few deep breaths to calm himself the rest of the way, in hopes that it would help her own nerves if she was dealing with them, “I’ll hang around a while, so we can work on that…if you want me to."

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean smirked and shrugged at Lexi’s teasing about his ability to put away food. He was a bottomless pit, and he would admit it. As long as he wasn’t devastated and mourning, anyway. During the several months since Mika had died, he had eaten when he remembered to, or when he left enough room in his stomach after the whiskey for the night. So, being hungry was a welcome sensation.

“I’m a growing boy.”, he quipped back at her, picking up a bag of chips from the bed and removing the bag clip to shove his hand in the bag. He mocked her as she demanded that he start the movie, and he gave a small laugh, picking the remote up from beside the pillow behind him. He turned the tv on and pressed play, settling back against the head board, and leaning his shoulder against hers.

“It’s also a long enough movie that you should be able to head to bed if you ready after…or I can pick the next one and you can spend more time with me.”, he teased, picking up another piece of chocolate for her, and placing it in his palm, before holding it out to her with a dazzling smile. The temptation to flirt was strong, but he didn’t want to push his luck, either with her own hang ups or his. But he couldn’t help feeling a tug at his heart having her in his bed, snacking on chocolate, wearing his clothes, and seemingly open to at least being touched.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean stepped out of the Impala, smoothing out the front of his suit jacket, before buttoning the single button in the front, and reaching an arm out to Mika’s lower back as she straightened her skirt. He was careful to keep the touch light and professional, closing the Impala door. He glanced down at Mika’s face, raising his eyebrows with a small smirk and then followed her up the drive to the front door.

He pulled the sides of his jacket up, and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting impatiently for the widow to come to the door, but when she did, his gaze softened, seeing her face. She was in absolute mourning, and obviously wasn’t the culprit…or she was an incredibly good actor. Dean pulled his own ID out of his pocket and showed it to the woman, which caused the woman to step to the side and open the door wider.

Dean wasted no time stepping past her and into the kitchen, where he stepped over the police tape and grimaced at the bloody candy wrappers all over the bar. He picked one up, staring at it closely, before dropping it and wiping his hands on his jacket. Nothing seemed weird about the candy wrapper. It was a mass produced brand and not some weird creation specifically for this one victim. He stepped up to the cabinet and found the bucket for the candy, pulling a couple of pieces out, and squishing at them with his fingers.

“No blades…”, he muttered to himself, pocketing the candy and turning in a circle to try and find anything out of place in the kitchen. After a few moments, his eyes found a scrape mark in front of the fridge, as if it had recently been moved. He stepped up to it, and wrapped his arms around the side, pulling it forward in line with the scrape, and as the gap between the fridge and the wall grew bigger, a small cloth bag fell to the floor, “Son of a bitch. Witches…great. Just friggin great…”, he muttered to himself, quickly bending to pick up the bag.

He pocketed the bag and pulled the fridge back into place before walking back into the living room to stand near Mika’s side.

Annabeth

Anna walked close to Sam’s side as they walked up to the doors of the school. She peered around the front of the school at the kids that were staring at them, and whispering to one another as they approached. A few of the boys were sizing her up, and she simply smirked, deciding to potentially use their gaze as a conversation starter later on, if they needed an in with the kids.

“They seem to be excited enough to see us. I’ll try to talk to a few of them, later on, if we need it.”, Anna muttered back to Sam with a smirk, as she flirtatiously through her hair over her shoulder and followed Sam and Natalia inside. She pulled her ID from her bra, and waved at one of the older boys that passed them in the hallway, shooting him a polite smile, before showing her ID to the receptionist along with Sam and Nat.

She leaned in close to Sam and smirked, “So, the outfit was a good choice. I could have them eating out of my hands. If we find out who she’s friends with, I can work on them, if you think you can handle your professionalism.”

She laughed softly, and slapped his chest playfully with the back of her hand.

Duke

Duke furrowed his brow in confusion as Esme’s face turned straight to hurt. As she pulled away from him, he let her, but leaned forward, pulling his knees up on either side of her, making sure she couldn’t run away from him as he stared at the back of her head and swallowed heavily at her words, “I didn’t mean it like that. And I have never, and I don’t think I could ever see you as a monster. I should have…worded that differently.”

He sighed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration with himself as she continued and Cason was mentioned. He didn’t know much about the demon, but he obviously cared for Esme, and saw her as somewhat of an equal to him. He had wanted to take care of her after Duke showed up, and Duke’s possessiveness took over and prevented it.

As she finished by calling herself a ‘tool’, Duke clenched his jaw and he leaned forward with a sigh, placing a soft kiss against the space between her shoulder blades, resting his forehead against the back of her head, “Well, I might have stuck my foot in my mouth, but I’ll tell you this. I’m not afraid of you. I’m not bothered by you, and I’m not leavin’ you alone again.”

Duke brushed his fingers over her ribs and around her waist, wiggling his fingers between her stomach and her bent leg to hug her to him as he pressed another kiss to her back, “And no more being a tool. No more livin’ in the past. You breathe and you let it go. I’m sorry. I should know better by now than to ask questions like that…”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean watched from the corner of his eye as Lexi rummaged through his clothes in the closet and finally settled on a flannel to wear. He climbed onto the bed slowly as she sat on the end, and removed her boots. He was careful not to stare too much as she removed her top, and replaced it with his shirt. He swallowed heavily, and bit down on his bottom lip at the way it fit her, almost baggier than when Mika had worn his clothes.

He turned his eyes from her, and looked down at his lap as he shoved his legs under the blankets and leaned against the headboard. As she stood up, thought back to the feelings of having Mika in the room, before Lexi and Sam had shown back up from their hunt. It was like Mika was trying to push him toward something that wasn’t sadness and angst. Same with Sam. He seemed to be pushing Dean toward anything that would seem normal, and fun. Lexi was far from normal, but she was definitely fun.

When Lexi pulled out Se7en, Dean’s eyebrows shot up and he stared at her as if she was insane, “You haven’t seen it? But it’s a classic. Anyone who claims to like thrillers is lying if they haven’t seen Se7en!”

Dean gestured to the tv, and he waved his hand around, “Put it in. You’re getting an education tonight. It’ll definitely keep you awake, and I’m dying for snacks. If anything, we should have ordered a pizza.”, he said with a frown, scooting to one side of the bed so that she could join him when she was ready. Though, his heart picked up its pace at the idea of having her in the same bed with him, no matter how casual. They were just watching movies. They were eating snacks and watching movies, but still, the implications of her staying in his room, potentially all night, swam in his mind as he fought against zoning out.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s mentioning of the guy choking down razor blades while eating candy, “We find out where he bought that candy and we just avoid that place, I guess. I will not have Halloween ruined by some razor blades. I’ll just…check my candy. You know…like a normal human being.”

But he couldn’t help love the idea of just grabbing some burgers, telling the Angels to go and screw themselves, and kicking back with some junk food and his lovely girlfriend in a locked motel room. The thought caused him to tilt his head with a small smile. But Mika’s last words caused his eyebrows to shoot up, “Well damn. If that’s not an incentive to go in guns blazing, I don’t know what is. I hope it’s a witch. Kill the witch. Burn the body. Flip the bird to the angels because we win. Get a burger and a ton of candy. And me and you are hunkering down for the night.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, turning his eyes to her with a sly look. As they pulled onto the street they were looking for, he carefully looked for the street number, until they came up on a house with yellow tape wrapped around the trees and the mailbox, as if gift wrapped for them, “This must be it. Suburbia, and it doesn’t look plastered on enough to be a Halloween decoration, and doesn’t really fit the rest of the decor. Let’s go talk to a grieving widow!”

Dean pulled up to the curb, and he put the car in park, turning the engine off before opening his door.

Annabeth

Anna sighed as Nat mentioned having a bad gut feeling about the job. She too felt uneasy, working for angels after an angel had quite literally burned her eyeballs out of her head just for existing. They still had no leads on what that meant, or why a demon was able to give them back to her. She shook her head and tried to push the memory down, while speaking up.

“I have a horrible feeling about this job. I’m not the biggest fan of angels, for obvious reasons. Hopefully this is the only time we’ll be under their thumb. I like my eyeballs.”, she said quietly, leaning over the front seat close to Sam.

As they pulled up to the school, Anna stretched her arms, and adjusted her dress, before stepping out of the car and standing near Sam’s door as she looked up at the school. It didn’t look that scary or ominous. It was just a school. If there was something going on, it likely wasn’t attached to the building, or it was…and it was one of the most bizarre and unsurprising cases they had worked together, all wrapped in one.

“Just talk to the teachers…and we’ll be out of here in no time.”, she muttered to herself, adjusting the top of her dress to make sure she wasn’t showing too much skin around a bunch of teenagers.

Duke

Duke frowned, thinking back to all of the times he felt extremely jealous around Dean with Esme. As she explained that she had trouble regulating her own emotions around him, his frown deepened, although he heard the laugh in Esme’s voice. He relaxed his face, realizing that she wasn’t upset about the situation, despite the discomfort she had experienced. He rinsed the cloth and brought it back up to wash more soap from her hair, keeping his grip around her.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders as she spoke about Flagstaff, “Honestly? I didn’t mind being chained up. I was a little nervous when I barked at Dean, just to be a smartass and he almost shot me, though. But being chained up, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but talk to you while I waited to not turn into a werewolf was honestly a bit of a break I needed.”

Rinsing the cloth one more time, he glanced down at her eyes as she asked him if he was truly not bothered and he shook his head with a small smile, “I mean. I’ve heard different things about Empaths. Powers and such, depending on how good they are at controllin’ their anger. I’m more concerned that you can basically read my thoughts, even if it’s only emotions and such. I mean, that can get complicated. But I know you won’t hurt me. You’ve had plenty of chances in the past, babydoll.”

Duke took a deep breath, “Do you want me to be bothered?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

“Testing my patience…”, Dean grumbled with a scoff, looking out the windshield as he drove and adjusted in his seat uncomfortably. As she mentioned that they needed to calm themselves down before they met with wife, but made sure to make another little quip, Dean raised his eyebrows with a wide smile, a bit astonished that Mika was behaving so overtly. Something had witched in her and she was in rare form, which he hated to waste on a hunt. It was another reason he wanted to just turn around and go back to the motel, just to take advantage of her mood.

“Yeah. We wouldn’t want her calling our supervisor to report any sort of sexual harassment stuff. Bobby would be furious…”, he laughed, as they passed a few children in their costumes. He was tempted to just reach out the window and snag a few bags of candy, but he restrained himself, and grumbled again.

“And I’m ready to dig into some Halloween candy. How is it this late in the day, and I haven’t had so much as a snickers? Halloween is one of my favorite friggin’ holidays and I can’t even enjoy it because the angels want me to work a stupid job.”, he grumbled as he watched another kid walk by with a bucket of candy, “But yes. I hope the wife is cooperative. I want candy and a burger. I can’t be held accountable for things I break when denied food and sex.”

Annabeth

Anna cringed at the idea of Dean eating a ton of candy, as keyed up as he typically was without the sugar. She almost felt sorry for Mika, in that moment as Sam and Nat chatted by the car. As she sat down in the back seat, and Sam stepped into the passenger seat up front, Anna crossed her arms and leaned back against the leather seat, only for Sam to turn to her with a smile. She laughed softly, and blushed as he mentioned the reaction she would likely get to her dress. She could almost hear a slight edge of jealous or possessiveness in his voice, and it excited her heart a little more than she would have expected.

“I will make sure to remind them of that. Wouldn’t want my very large and very ‘mean’ partner beating up any 14 year olds, yeah?”, she laughed, adjusting her dress. As they left the parking spot, she sighed, remembering how Castiel looked at her, and how he casually talked about killing her when they were back in Bobby’s kitchen. If this hunt went wrong, there was no telling what the angels had in store for them, specifically her and Sam. She shuddered at the thought and leaned her head against the window as they drove, staying relatively silent.

Duke

Duke raised his eyebrows as Esme explained why she was able to calm him so well with just a touch. He had heard of Empaths, in the past, and heard of a few of them having powers outside of just their feelings and ability to project them. It wasn’t a new term, but it did concern him as he thought over some of the powers he had heard about. He pouted his lip and nodded, as if it made perfect sense, but he had to think it over.

“So, that whole time, you knew that I was jealous and stuff? Wow…”, he muttered, his eyes widening slightly at the realization. He had spent well over a year with her and Dean, watching them from afar, or rather, trying not to watch them when they were together. They were so damn good together, but Duke couldn’t help the irrational jealousy (that he now knew she could feel) when he was near them, “That had to be awkward. I mean…I was a mess back then.”

He picked up the cloth he had wet her hair with, and dipped it in the water before brushing it over her soapy hair to wash the shampoo out. As he did so, he tightened his arm around her, and smirked, “You know what’s funny? I’ve been in this business so long that all I can really say to that is ‘there are worse things you could be’, I guess. I mean, I believe it was you that was whole heartedly convinced I could be chained up like a guard dog when we thought that werewolf in flagstaff had turned me. Remember that?”

He squeezed another stream of water over the top of her head, sliding the cloth over her head to keep the soap out of her eyes, “I don’t see where this is any different.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean raised his eyebrows and he tilted his head back in surprise when Lexi stated that she hated chick flicks. After almost two decades with Mika, the idea of a woman liking anything BUT chick flicks took him aback. He turned his eyes briefly to Sam, showing his surprise, but he quickly turned them back to Lexi as she mentioned that she liked action flicks and thinkers. He placed his hand over his chest to feign swooning, and smirked at her, “I think I can work with that.”

He turned his eyes to Sam as he all but dismissed himself, while shooting him a look to convince him to explore things with Lexi. Dean swallowed heavily at the thought, and he nodded to his brother, giving him a sheepish nod as he watched him stand and walk over to Lexi for an awkward hug. Once they were left alone, Dean fidgeted with his coffee mug on the table, as Lexi’s eyes fell back on him, and her voice broke the silence like an air raid siren in his awkward staring.

“What? Oh! Yeah. Sorry. I zoned out for a minute. Not really used to Sam going to bed so early.”, he laughed, standing from his chair. He pushed his chair back up to the table, and grabbed another cup of coffee, before stepping up close to Lexi, and leading the way to his room. Inviting her into his room, after the conversation he had just had with Sam was something of an awkward experience. While they were gone, he had picked up a bit, and so his normally trashed room looked a bit more like a bachelor’s room after the maid had left, than a two week old pizza on the dresser type room.

Stepping into the room, he gestured his hand toward the bed and smirked, “That’s the bed. I got a sweet little 20 inch tv and if you need something to sleep in, there’s a lot of t-shirts and flannels in various drawers and the closet. I have a lot of clothes for someone who wears the same thing practically every day.”

He laughed awkwardly and walked over to his desk, sitting his coffee mug down, and quickly peeled off his flannel. He then unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down, stepping out in only his boxers and a t-shirt with an awkward smirk, “Habits. Now, what kind of movie are you thinking? I have a whole box right…under…here…”, he grunted as he bent over and pulled a long cardboard box of movies from under his bed, sitting them on the desk for her to go through, “Dealers choice.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows when Mika mentioned that takeout and a movie sounded nice for them to unwind with. It had been a while since they had just had a lazy night, eating junk food in bed and watching some stupid movie or tv show. Dean was honestly excited for the idea, as foreign as it seemed, now days. He raised his eyebrows even further when Mika agreed to pizza, even going as far as to say that she was craving it.

“You’re sure you’re not pregnant…”, Dean muttered with his eyebrows raised, and then his face broke out into a wide smile, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I think we deserve a quiet night in. I think pizza sounds good. We can do half and half, since you like all of your veggie stuff and I like all of my meat stuff, and then we’ll snuggle and canoodle in bed while we rest…until Bobby finds something for us to do, is more likely.”, he smirked and stood from the couch. Without asking, he reached down and picked up her hand, pulling her up with him, and against his chest, “You call for the pizza. I’ll get our bed ready for movie night, and I guess if you want to pick the movie, I’m fine with it. You came out a bit worse on this hunt than I did.”

He laughed and kissed her nose, before planting another firm kiss against her lips for emphasis, “I love you”

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy

I kinda like the post apocalyptic feel.

I almost feel like making a Mandalorian scavenger for this one. <3 Hard maybe.