JustAnna

All Roads Lead To You

A bit of a place holder for now <3

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Anna and Cason

Anna pulled her face back from Cason’s wrist, growling as the blood poured from her bottom lip, spattering on the floor beneath her. Her skin was hot, and Cason was very thankful that the demons had placed gloves on her hands, or his arm would be burning to a crisp at that moment. She released him and sat back gasping for air as the demon blood in her system overwhelmed her senses, and took her breath away. Her head was burning. Even with the microdosing, she had just practically drank Cason dry.

“My head!” She cried out and Cason shushed her immediately, reaching out to touch her leg, but pulling his hand back as soon as he remembered that any open skin would burn him.

“You’re fine! Anna look at me. You’re fine. It’s a lot of blood all at once. The pain will settle, but we may not have time for that. Take a deep breath…” He cooed to her, breaking into a voice that she would hopefully be calmed by, considering he hadn’t used that voice with her since their breakup. She seemed to follow orders, though, and took a deep breath, while clutching her head hard enough to pit the skin on either side of her face. She growled and cried out again, causing the lights in the barn to flicker, which caused Cason to smirk. “Okay. So, I was right…”

“W-what do I have to do?” She whimpered, as Cason’s ears perked up to the sound of footsteps outside. Cason reached his leg out toward her and nudged the side of her thigh with a groan and the flickering lights in his body reappeared briefly.

“You focus. You focus on them when they come for you. You focus as hard as you can and you channel all of that pain into them. I don’t know how exactly it works, sweetheart, but if I’m right, you’re a nuke. You can blast them and we can get out of here.”

“But the iron…” Anna protested, and Cason shook his head, sizzling the skin of his neck.

“Don’t worry about me. You focus. Get out of here. I’ve dealt with worse.” He explained calmly as Anna shook her head. “Yes! You get out of here and you find the others. I’ll find a way out.”

“You can’t get out! That’s the point! You’re sitting in a devils trap with iron around your neck, Cason!”

“And if I die, I die! If I die, at least you get back to the others. You’ll survive and you can bring this whole shitshow down with me. Alright?” Cason did his best to comfort her. “And you find Nat. You tell her…you…”

“That’s why you have to get out of here. How am I supposed to tell her that I left you behind?” Anna whimpered, realizing exactly what Cason was trying to say. He loved her. He loved Natalia, and he couldn’t die. Not here. “You tell her yourself. You’re going to tell her yourself. Please.”

“Anna…”

“I’m not LEAVING YOU!” She cried out, but as she finished her sentence, the door of the barn slid open and the demon lackies walked in.

“You’re not…leaving at all, princess. Your friends are gone. Do you hear them? Are they looking for you. You…What the hell?!” The large demon in the front of the group began to tease Anna, but suddenly his arms were both engulfed in flames, followed by his torso, and with a loud scream, the flames burned him to ash that fell to the ground. The other demons stared with wide eyes at the pile of ash in front of them, and then their eyes landed on Anna. She sat, her hand balled into a fist and a trail of fresh blood flowing from her nose as she glared at them. Her eyes were glazed over in white, and slowly, an evil smirk washed over her face.

“Get her! Go get her!” A smaller demon screamed at the hellhounds in the corner. But they stayed still, whining in defiance, which only caused Anna’s smile to spread.

“They can’t touch me. We have a problem…princess…” She growled, suddenly turning and pressing both her feet to the floor near the chain anchor. With less effort than before, one of the bolts broke free from the wood floor. With an animalistic growl, she kept pulling until another bolt came loose and then she was hit across the back of the head by what sounded like a shovel.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” Cason screamed at them, as they approached Anna and one of the demons stopped shy of her head, to point a pipe at Cason.

“I’m about tired of being told what to do by people like…AH!” Cason flinched when the man broke his words and screamed, but the fire that followed his legs up to his neck told Cason exactly what was happening. He turned his eyes down to see Anna biting the man’s ankle, the fire avoiding her as if she was covered in ice cold water. She released him, and spit a bit of his blood on the floor beside him, before turning her attention to the man next to him. As the man’s arm caught fire, he and the remaining demon ran from the room, trying to avoid becoming ash. The room fell into silence once again, and the only thing that could be heard was Anna’s growling gasps for air as she sat on her knees, blood dripping from her chin like a lion fresh off a hunt.

“Anna?” Cason spoke softly, flinching when she turned to him suddenly, that same look on her face. He held both his hands up, and softened his eyes, “Hey! Hey…you’re okay. You’re alright. We’re okay.”

“So, this is the respect I get…” Alastair’s voice chimed from the open door. He strolled in, and clicked his tongue against his teeth. “I wanted to be nice to you, little one. I wanted to be friends. Why can’t we be friends?”

“Now you don’t have your slaves…” Anna growled, focusing all of her energy on Alastair, who cracked his neck, shaking his leg casually to put out the tiny flame around his ankle. He rolled his eyes and Anna concentrated harder, her nose pouring blood until she couldn’t handle the pain in her head anymore, and she collapsed onto her hands and knees, gasping.

“And you…are out of juice. Poor thing. I wish I could have seen you in action again. It was…riveting the first time!” Alastair sang, walking over to a table that Anna could barely see in the dark corner. “But there are consequences for misbehaving. You know that. Dire…unfortunate consequences.”

With the flick of his wrist, he tightened the chain around her wrist, and like a snake, it coiled into the floor, no longer simply bolted there. He strolled across the room, appearing to be headed straight for her with a decanter of water and a knife, causing Anna to tense, and try scooting toward the wall. But before he got to her, he turned to Cason, grabbing him by the jaw so tightly that the bones cracked beneath his touch, and Cason’s mouth was forced open.

“No! No stop! Leave him alone!” Anna cried out, as Alastair began pouring what she could only assume was Holy Water down Cason’s throat. She closed her eyes as Cason began to choke and scream, the sizzles from his body turning Anna’s stomach. “Stop! Please!”

“Shhh. It won’t kill him. But we will learn a lesson. Oh yes. We’re learning…lessons.”, Alastair spoke softly, punctuating his teasing by stabbing the silver knife in his hand into Cason’s shoulder, twisting it slowly as he finished off the bottle of Holy Water.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Anna and Cason

“Ow…”, Anna groaned as she came to. There wasn’t much light around her and her vision was fuzzy as she tried to bring her hand up to her head. The jangle of chains and the resistance against her wrist told her that she was chained to something, and as she flexed her fingers, she realized she had gloves on. “What the hell?”

“Be still.” Cason’s whispering voice rang out in the darkness, causing Anna to flinch. She turned to him, only to see that he was sitting right next to her. At that moment, she scanned his body in the dark, to see that he was bolted to the wall by a bracket around his neck, a bracket she could only assume was made of iron. If he was tied down, and her hands were covered, they were being held by demons. Great. “There are Hellhounds guarding us…”

“Hellhounds? Who the hell has us?”

“That part hasn’t been made very clear. But I don’t think I have to tell you that we’re in trouble.” Cason groaned, tossing a rock toward the Hellhounds Anna couldn’t see. Both the giant invisible dogs growled and stepped forward, their steps kicking up dust as they came to stand at her feet.

“Cason. Where is everyone else?” Anna asked cautiously, watching the Hellhounds footprints appear at random on the dusty floor in the moonlight. Cason groaned at the question, and it was only then that Anna’s eyes grazed over a white cowboy hat in the glare of the moon. There was a smear of blood along the rim, and Anna’s stomach fell. “Duke?! DUKE!”

The hellhounds nearly roared as she lunged forward, testing the strength of the bolts that held her chains. She shuffled backward as the hellhound in front of her breathed against her face, snarling and ruffling the hair on her forehead. Duke didn’t answer. She couldn’t see him and he didn’t answer.

“He was alive last time I saw him.”

“When was that?” Anna asked with a defeated sigh. But Cason didn’t answer. He simply put a finger up to his lips, and held his other hand out to her as the barn door opened and a man came inside. In a quick reach above his head, he pulled a chain and light flooded the room, causing Anna to close her eyes and duck her head for a moment. As she opened her eyes and looked around the room, she noticed Duke’s body in a pile in the corner, near his hat. He wasn’t moving. The scene caused her to stomp her foot and struggle against her chains. The others were nowhere to be found, and from what she could tell, they had killed Duke.

“Oh sweetie. I hate that we had to meet back up like this…” The man in front of her spoke, kneeling in front of her, but far enough away from her feet that she couldn’t kick him. She snarled and fought against her chains, her fingers stretched out as if begging to burn him to a crisp. “But after the little incident last time we met, I couldn’t take any chances. You understand. But won’t she be happy to see…you…”

As he finished teasing, he tapped his finger against her nose, sizzling his own skin in quick taps and with a bright smile, “Ah! No touching, see?”

“I will kill you. Which one are you, hmm?”

“Oh you don’t remember me?!” The man cooed at her, and Anna’s stomach dropped, as Cason called out the man’s name before she even had to shape her lips.

“Alastair.”

“You son of a bitch!” Anna cried out, yelping in pain as the cuff around her wrist tightened suddenly, and the chain wrenched back toward the wall, stretching her shoulder joint. Cason leaned forward, the iron bracket around his neck sizzling his skin which seemed to only make Alastair more amused.

“Oh, you guys are so over protective of one another. I’m not going to hurt any of you! That’s a job for my favorite boys. I just want to have a talk…make a proposition.” He laughed, shushing Cason. “No need to be her attack dog. She could have that handled all on her own, if not for my smarts.”

“I’m not making any deals with you. Where’s Sam?!”

“Oh Sam Sam Sam. All you think about is Sam. It would be awfully adorable if it wasn’t so pathetic. I mean…considering the prophecy and all that. You realize…your purpose…” Alastair began but Cason growled and called out to shut him up before he finished.

“Stop! Stop it right now. They will be here any second and you’re finished, you dumb bastard…”

“And not a word about your sweet, beautiful, fiesty pet human, hmm?” Alastair teased Cason, illiciting a low growl from his chest. “I’m working on that. She seems to have slipped through the cracks. Alive, yes. For how long? Who knows. If you’re a good boy, maybe we will just play with her a bit, and leave…the scraps. It’s not like you’re ever going to see her again anyway, right?”

“What?” Anna whispered in a small and weak voice as she realized the implications of Alastair’s words.

“Oh no..You thought we would let a filthy disgusting traitorous thing like him stay top side? No no no. You, I can’t hurt…much. Him…” He turned to Cason with a sneer, and showed every single tooth as he grinned, “He’s coming home with daddy, sans the pretty body.”

“So you’re going to let me go?” Anna asked innocently and once again Alastair laughed in her face, giving his best fake pout and then shook his head.

“Not exactly, pet. I’m helping you live your destiny! You have known for a while. Lilith is going to take your body and then offer herself…to Sam. I just have to hold you long enough for the Winchesters to fail at saving the seals! Until the time is right. You understand.”

“Sam will never kill me.” Anna whispered, shaking her head as she tilted her head down and stared at Alastair’s chest.

“Maybe not!” Alastair sighed, standing to his feet and wiping his hands on his pants. He then turned, and began to pace around the room as he spoke, “But to choose between a fleeting, bolting, uncommitted, two month relationship or the life of his brother and everyone he has ever loved before her…hmm. That’s a tough one.”

“Anna don’t listen to him.” Cason muttered, and in a blink of an eye, Alastair was on top of him, stabbing a fire poker through his entire body. The iron of the poker caused Cason to scream, his entire body sparking as Anna had only seen when demons were killed.

“NO! Stop it! Stop it please. Please don’t kill him.” Anna begged, struggling against her chains as she kicked her feet at Alastair’s legs. Cason’s desperate growls tore her heart from her chest as she began to cry and Alastair simply turned and smiled at her.

“I won’t kill him, yet. This is adorable, though. The girlfriend of a hunter, pleading for the life of a demon. It’s almost a book that writes itself.” Alastair gave another shove of the poker, wedging it into the wooden wall behind Cason, and then stood once again and walked toward the door, “I need to go check on the others. But when I come back, I’m expecting a bit more cooperation from you, princess. That, or we do things the hard way.”

With that, he left the room and Anna scooted as close as she could to Cason, listening to him breathe, “Are you okay?”

“No. I’m not okay. I’m skewered to the wall, Anna.” Cason’s sarcasm sent a spark of hope through Anna’s heart as she let a quiet sob leave her throat, a mixture of relief and anguish. There was literally no way for them to get out of this. Not a single way. Their only weapon was chained to the wall, sitting in a devils trap. Duke was presumably chained to the wall across the room, but he hadn’t moved in a while. He was likely dead and there was no way the others were nearby. They were probably dead. With another small sob, Anna tried to assess their situation.

“How are we going to get out of here? I don’t think I can break these chains, Cason. Even if I could, I couldn’t get that thing off the wall around your neck. I’m not strong enough. I don’t know what to do.” Anna sobbed, picking up the chain from the floor and following it to the loop it was attached to.

“Try.” Cason choked out, swallowing heavily as his body sparked again. “Just try.”

Anna wrapped the chain around her gloved hand, and then gripped it with her free hand, pressing her feet tightly against the dusty floor. A hellhound nearby growled at her, but she still pulled with every ounce of energy she had left in her body, until she began to hear the wood floor crack beneath the bolts. Suddenly, the Hellhound rushed forward and aggressively bit her shoulder, causing her to scream, echoing through the barn as she fell back and the giant dog released her, its mouth sizzling with its cries. As Anna lay on the floor crying, clutching her shoulder, Cason smiled and let out a chuckle.

“They can’t touch you, either.” He laughed, before coughing. “Come as close to me as you can.”

“Why?” Anna sobbed, sitting up on her elbows and crawling over to Cason, as her shoulder bled through her shirt and the blood began to spatter on the dirty wood floor. Cason didn’t answer, he just kept smiling at the dogs across from him.

“Because it’s time for you to learn a new lesson about your powers. Bite me.”

Dean

Dean furrowed his brow as the two demons he had been furiously fighting with suddenly turned, saw something and then ran away as if they had been startled by something in the dark. As far as he could see, there was no one there. He was alone, and the crickets were the only sound he could hear in the pitch black darkness of the farm. He turned in a full circle, trying to catch a sound of anything that could point him to the girls. But instead, he heard absolutely nothing…until…

Esme’s voice called out to him from the dark. His shoulders fell with a small bit of relief, just hearing another voice in all the silence. But that relief was only slight, as he only heard one set of footsteps. “Esme?! Where’s…?”

He broke his words off as she came into view, alone and seemed to have the same questions he did about everyone else. Sighing, he held his hands out and shrugged, “I don’t know where anyone is. One second we were getting ahead. The next second we were ambushed and then it was just quiet…like this.”

Dean looked around a bit, and then settled his eyes back on Esme. Her shoulder seemed pretty messed up and from the looks of it, things on her end had gone just as bad as they had for him. As she elaborated on what happened, however, Dean stepped closer to her and dipped his head, “What?! Duke got stabbed? What about the others. Did you see the others? And are you okay…that’s the big one. Your shoulder.”

His brain was now moving at a pace that caused a buzzing in his ears. The world seemed to be in tunnel vision as he watched Esme step away from him. He watched her with vague vision as she popped her shoulder back into place, and then walked back over to him. What if Mika was gone? Nat? Duke? Sam…

He took a deep and shaky breath as he heard Esme’s voice through the haze in his brain and nodded. “Yeah. Lets um…lets…lets go find the others.”

Dean took the lead in their mission, at least in his stride, walking as fast as he could without running and potentially running them right back into problems. They didn’t know how many demons were still out there, or what they wanted. They didn’t know if this was an ambush, or just a coincidence, but what HE knew, was that the others HAD to be alive. As if fate was answering their questions all at once, he turned the corner of the barn to see Mika, also alone, with demons scurrying off into the night all around her. The sight nearly took the air from Dean’s lungs as he reached down and grabbed Esme’s hand, pulling her along.

He dropped her hand as he reached Mika, and quickly brought both his hands up to her face. Any other time he would have worried about her seeing the blood and nastiness all over him, but right now, he was just happy that at least…the three of them were alive.

“MIKA! Holy shit. Are you okay? What the hell happened?! Where’s Nat?”

Tempted To Try Again (Fandom stuff)

I have been gone for a while to try and get some mental health stuff in order and I know I left a couple of people hanging before. Before I start this, I would like to say that it won't happen this time. <3 I am going to try and keep as active as I can and I am in a much better place now, both with my schedule and my mental health.

Onto fandom ideas!

Here's the fandoms I am interested in at the moment. They are pretty limited but I'm willing to discuss some adjacent fandoms:

Supernatural (prefer with canon characters but willing to discuss)
Interview With The Vampire (tv show)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Vampire Diaries
The Walking Dead (early series)
(And as I said: I'm open to adjacent series and spin offs)

And non-fandom ideas:

Vampire stories (romance or otherwise)
Post Apocalyptic Stories of almost any type that's not super space themed.
AU Fandom stuff that doesn't include canon characters - this one is hit or miss.

I only request that you post every day or two, write in complete sentences...at least a couple of paragraphs (depending on the scene). I enjoy OOC talk and I like to make friends with the people I RP with. So, if you're up for that, great!

You can either comment here, or PM me.

AND! If you have contacted me before and our conversation fell off, I am open to discussing again. I may not be interested in the same ideas I was six months ago, but I'm willing to talk!

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya shrugged in a joking but sweet gesture when Sam asked her if she really thought he was sappy. Obviously the answer was ‘yes’. Sam seemed sweet, and he seemed like the type of person that could love deeply when he got to know people. If he wasn’t into the idea of a love story, Anya would have been super suprised.

Her face dropped its smile for a moment when he mentioned heading to his room. On one hand, she trusted him explicitly. He hadn’t given her any reason to feel otherwise, yet. On the other hand, getting close to someone, in their space, on their terms was risky. She knew a little bit about the life, and the job. She also knew that, at the moment, she wasn’t exactly safe in the world. Getting close to someone…just wasn’t high on the agenda.

But after Sam went into a long explanation, letting her know that he was fine moving to another room, Anya’s face settled into a bit of pity, and adoration as she smiled at him and shook her head. She tapped her hand on the table and then typed on her phone.

“Your room is fine, Sam. Just…keep your hands to yourself.”

As the phone read the message, she stood from the table and stepped over close to him with a giggle, shoving at his chest. He seemed to be treating her like she was a breakable thing that he had to be super careful around, which she appreciated. But she also just wanted him to relax. As they stepped into his room, she stopped just over the threshold of the doorway and looked around the room. If she could speak, she would have uttered an unsurprised “wow”. But instead, she leaned against the doorway and smirked, typing on her phone.

“Why is this exactly what I expected for you? You’re easy to read, Sam Winchester.”

Dean

Dean shrugged his shoulders with a ‘hmph’ at Lexi’s turning down his idea for passing time. Who knew how long this guy would take to get back to them?! But he didn’t know what he was trying to keep his mind off of more, the fact that they were in the bunker, after the kiss in the car…or Sam and a mute girl they didn’t even know galavanting around the bunker. But Lexi responded to that just as quick as it crossed his mind and he raised an eyebrow.

“Sam’s also a softie when it comes to helpless women with big blue eyes. If you haven’t noticed, there’s one with him, right now.” He explained, trying to justify his own bored paranoia. After a moment, he dropped the idea, and glanced around, as if he was looking for Anya and Sam. Then the computer pinged and Dean sat up straight, gesturing toward it.

“These internet nerds…”, he started as Lexi opened the computer and he chuckled, “I wonder if he thinks you’re one of those mysteriously sexy girls in a chat room full of dudes. Let’s roll the dice on whether you’re a forty year old man in a basement.”

He chuckled at his own joke and scooted close to Lexi so he could read the message on the screen as she read it off. Furrowing his eyebrows, he read it again, just to make sure he read it right and brought a hand up to his mouth. If the guy was too eager, this could be a trap. Or he might be eager because he was stupid, which was the more likely case. He was probably some teenager who was in way over his head in things he couldn’t possibly understand. Sighing, Dean fanned his fingers out nonchalantly and pointed to the computer.

“We can just send him a scan of the journal entry. I mean, it’s not like it gives him much info about us…where we are or anything else about the gun. All it says is that some dude had the gun and then obviously we had it…and it was given to another human most likely. If he knows anyone who has talked about the gun, we can shake him down for a name, follow the name to the next and so on.”

But after he finished his sentence, he sighed again with frustration, “But what if this is just some kid that doesn’t know what he’s getting into. Will he have a name or is he just a gun nut who wants the Colt, and thinks it’s a myth? Shaking him down might turn up nothing…or it’s a trap.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya’s face lit up a bit when Sam agreed that watching movies with her sounded like an actual fun idea. Even though she was pretty sure he was just excited to have someone to hang out with that wasn’t just his brother. She didn’t care. She was just excited to get to know him, and it’s not like she had anything better to do in the near future. She was “stuck”.

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her chest at his description of Dean’s movie taste, but she also shrugged as if to say ‘it could be worse’. His question of her taste caused her to glance up at the ceiling with a thoughtful frown, and she chewed at her lip for a moment, before coming up with a few things. She furiously typed on the phone, and then pressed the send button causing the phone to read out her thoughts.

“I’m honestly into whatever shows up. I like the old horror shows of the 90’s and lovey dovey movies. I’m down with anything where the guy gets the girl against all odds, especially if they seem perfect for each other but are from completely different lifestyles and all that. So, I guess…horror and romance? Nerdy stuff mostly includes Star Wars and super hero movies. You know, the usual. So, I’m literally good with whatever. You seem sappy enough to relate.”

As the phone finished reading, she chuckled and scanned his face.

Dean

Dean sighed in relief that Lexi seemed back on task as she typed out her message. He read the message over before she sent it and tilted his head to the side, impressed by how simple her take was. The guy did seem a little too eager. So, the simple message was probably for the best and the odds of him responding and giving them everything they wanted were pretty high.

“And waiting means…sitting here…”, he muttered awkwardly. He ran both his hands down his face and looked around the room, before awkwardly stretching his arms above his head. As he settled, he turned his eyes back toward Lexi. “So, what do we do while we wait for him? I mean, in any other situation, I would say strip poker, but we’re on a job so…that might not be best…”

At that moment, he realized he was leading himself right back into trouble, teasing Lexi when he was barely calm, himself. Knowing that she was attracted to him not only felt wrong, being in the bunker, but it also made it incredibly hard to keep his hands and his eyes to himself. He cleared his throat, and brushed his hands through his hair before smiling.

“Or we can both cool down before I have a stroke. Work. You know…we gotta work. I wonder what Sam’s up to!”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Anna and Cason

Anna glanced over as Nat and Cason spoke, sighing to herself. She knew that Cason was the most careless of all of them, due to him being extremely hard to kill. But with her limited knowledge of demons, she also knew that demons definitely knew how to take each other out. The thought made her nervous, and she turned her head away from them, toward the open field and the barn of chaos they were about to walk into.

Cason tilted his head to the side, not quite convinced by Nat’s words, but her request stuck with him and he took a deep breath through his nose, turning his eyes from her to nod his head. He couldn’t promise her that he wouldn’t come out of this worse for wear. He was already a target to most demons that he knew, and from the smell of things, he knew at least half of the assholes inside that barn.

“I will do the best I can.”, he answered bluntly, with a soft smile, reserved only for Nat. He resisted the urge to pull her back to him, as she stepped away, a gut feeling telling him that she was safer with him, than not. He had to remove whatever this human worry was, and focus. She would either be okay, or she wouldn’t. At this point, there wasn’t much of an option to change any minds.

As she came back, with her weapon of choice, squared up and ready to go, he once again took a deep breath through his nose, part frustration and part concern. But instead of stopping her, once again, he nodded with a fake attempt at a confident smile, “I’ll see you on the other side. Be smart. Don’t get yourself killed.”

——-

At the base of the hill, Cason stepped up in front of the building, in plain view of the demons there. At first they didn’t notice him, and Anna reached out a hand, grabbing his arm and hissing at him, “Don’t. Follow the plan.”

Cason glanced down at her hand, and smirked with a nod, stepping back out of their eye sight, until he turned to look around the side of the building and saw Nat land a good shot against a demon, drawing attention to herself. With gritted teeth, his eyes turned black and an unnatural panic settled in his chest.

“Hey boys! How’s it goin’?! Pretty night we got here!” He called out to the distracted demons in the front. To his surprise, they didn’t immediately attack. Instead, they stood, their knees slightly bent as they watched him closely, waiting for him to attack, or do something. “I think you got a real nice place here. Party? Wake?”

He fake pouted, as he joked, and one of the demons recognized him, growling a little more audibly. Anna, though momentarily frozen in place by Cason’s stupidity, slipped away from him, and behind a tractor nearby. She walked as gently as she possibly could, before jumping onto one of the demon’s back. She covered his mouth and with both hands, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fell onto his back, directly onto her body. The fall knocked the wind out of her, and she saw stars, but she didn’t loosen her grip, as his skin melted and eventually, he wilted into nothing but bones and boiling blood.

She laid there, relaxing her body for a moment as she tried to regain the breath that was knocked out of her. As she laid there, she hadn’t realized the chaos that was beginning to unfold around her. A body entered her field of fuzzy vision, and she reached her hands out to try and defend herself, but the body slumped and fell to the ground, smoke flowing out of its mouth and into the night sky. Cason stood there, nudging Anna’s leg with his foot, “Get up. C’mon! I can’t do this on my own, and neither can your boyfriend…”

Anna growled in frustration and shoved herself off the ground, standing to her feet to get back into the fight. She didn’t even have time to attack anyone, as she was tackled, right back onto her back again.

“What a pretty little thing Cason has picked up and you can melt demons?!” The demon teased her as he wrapped his hands around her throat. His palms began to smoke and he growled in anger, pulling his jacket sleeves over his hands and going right back to the grip around her throat, tightening down to the point that she couldn’t even begin to feel breath trying to enter her lungs. She slapped at his face, trying to make contact with her bare hands, but her arms weren’t long enough as he pressed her harder into the ground. Before she passed out, she felt a glove being placed on each hand, and then everything went black.

Dean

Dean reached a hand out, as Nat pulled her bow string back, ready to tell her to wait until they were all in position. When the arrow made the sickening thud, Dean winced, but lifted an eyebrow. It was a good shot. He would have to tell her about it later, as he didn’t want to yell out to her across the barn. Much to his dismay, several demons turned at the sound. The farm was super quiet, and so even the sound of a body dropping onto the gravel was enough to echo throughout the barn.

“Dammit.” Dean groaned, and then heard Cason’s voice echo through the night, like another arrow piercing the air. Dean closed his eyes tightly, having known it would be Cason that would ruin everything. He waited a moment, hiding behind a wall, and a demon passed him, right on cue. “Hey…dickhead.”

And before the demon could even get a good look at him, he reached into his jacket pocket and tossed a handful of salt into the demons eyes. The demon backed up, pawing at it’s eyes while groaning, and Dean stepped forward, pulling another handful of salt. He wrapped his arm around the demon’s neck and shoved the handful of salt in his mouth, holding his mouth shut as he fought like hell.

After a moment, Dean removed his hand, and the demon smoked out, running like a coward. The body fell to the ground and Dean ran toward the girls, not even sure where they ended up. It was then that he remembered he had Ruby’s knife in his hand, as he was tackled to the ground by a large demon. This demon had to have been a football player in a former life. No matter what Dean did, wiggling his body around, he couldn’t free himself from the weight that held him to the ground, until the demon pushed off to draw a punch and Dean acted quick, shoving the knife through his heart. He twisted the knife with his teeth clenched together, as the demon sparked out, and luckily landed to his side, an arm draped over Dean’s chest.

Dean groaned again, hearing the chaos on the other side of the building, and shoved the demon’s arm off his body. But when he stood up, there were two demons standing in front of him, and no sight of anyone else. Most everything around him was quiet, and a sinking feeling began to settle in the bottom of his gut that something wasn’t quite right.

Duke

Duke felt relatively confident as he followed Esme behind the rest of the group. All he had to go with was an iron bar, but as long as he was quick on his feet, that wouldn’t be an issue, it never was. As Nat killed the first demon they came across, Duke smiled ear to ear. Maybe this would be successful.

Just as the thought ran through his mind, a female demon ran up and swiped across his face, out of nowhere with a knife. “Holy shit. Jesus…”, he gasped, taking a few steps back from her, before swiping back at her with his iron bar. The woman turned and took a swipe at Esme, which Duke attempted to catch with his hand. The knife slashed Duke’s palm, and he cried out, pulling his hand to his chest with a growl. “Hey! Me and you, sweetheart…me and you!”

The demon woman turned to him, and sneered, her creepy smile sending a chill down his spine as a larger demon speared Esme out of Duke’s eye sight, making it impossible for him to help her with her own battle. He dug his feet into the ground, his heart fluttering as the woman lunged forward with the knife, barely missing his face, and they began a dodge and weave battle of wit.

“That was close…a little slow…but…”, Duke teased as he continued backing up, dodging all of her slashes and attempts to kill him with the knife. He swiped at her hand, a sparking gash forming against her elbow as she growled and stopped her slashing for a moment, “And we found the weak spot.”

“You’re so cute, cowboy. You’ll be even cuter all bloody and yelling my name…”

“Sweetheart…you ain’t my type. I like my girls alive and a little less forward. I’m also not the yellin’ type.” Duke chuckled, but his smile dropped as she screamed and lunged at him with the knife once again, barely missing his chest. The swiping continued until Duke backed up against the side of the barn, and like clockwork, the knife plunged into his abdomen, wedging itself into the wood behind him. The demon, with her strength, pulled the knife from him, and turned, without saying a word, toward Esme. “Esme! Ah…dammit…RUN!”

Duke was reminded mid sentence that he had a gaping hole in his stomach, placing his hand over it, to try and stop some of the bleeding. It was then that Sarah caught onto what was happening, and pounced on the female demon, causing her to scream out, piercing the quiet night air. After a few moments of thrashing her around (which Duke could only see the poor demon’s body flailing and ragdolling) Sarah bit the woman’s head, causing it to implode, and dropped her sparking body on the ground below her, before returning to help Esme.

Duke leaned his head back against the side of the barn, his vision beginning to fade as he stared at the tree tops, trying to count each one. The last thing he could remember seeing before he lost conciousness was Cason’s face, the demon’s voice seemingly far away as he screamed at him.

“C’mon! We gotta group up. Come on. Dammit, that looks bad. You’re alright. Let’s go group up.” Cason shouted at him, before hoisting him off the ground, and attempting to run toward the others with him.

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Dean and Anna

Dean nodded his head at Sam, thinking at first that his brother was agreeing with him to send Cason in, whether on his own or with Anna. But then it hit him that Sam was wanting to protect the feelings of pretty much everyone, regardless of how good Dean’s idea was. He placed his hands on his hips and held out a hand toward Mika, acknowledging that he was giving her idea some thought.

“Fine. We can split into groups. But the groups have to be smart. They have to play on strengths. Nobody gets left behind.” He grumbled, and then nodded with a sigh at Mika’s repeat of the plan, but with specific groups. He preferred her idea of keeping herself, Dean and Nat together. Both girls would be able to back each other up, and would have Dean as a buffer.

Anna furrowed her brow, a little nervous to go with Cason. He was absolutely careless with his own body, and she didnt particularly trust him to protect her, even if she was a powerful weapon against the demons. She started to speak up, but Nat began to ask about which group was going to take which demons. Anna turned her eyes up to study Sam’s face, wondering if he would be okay with letting her go, or if he would want to come with them.

When he spoke up, she breathed a sigh of relief and finally nodded her head, “I’m okay with that plan. I feel better having Sam with us. We could use the muscle and knife skills, in case someone gets taken out.”

Cason and Dean both winced at her words, but Dean reluctantly nodded as well. “I don’t like any of this, but the plan does sound like it will work. Let’s get moving.”

Cason

As the group began stepping away from each other to prepare and grab their respective weapons, Anna approached Cason, who shook his head at her immediately, “You are plently juiced up. Any more and your head won’t be in this. You will be more interested in eating them than you are killing them. Keep your head on, and I’ll give you more after we are finished here. Alright?”

Anna opened her mouth to speak, but Cason shook his head again. Anna grumbled under her breath and walked over to Sam to prepare together for what was coming. Cason turned to Nat and scratched the back of his head in annoyance, holding his arms out after, as he brought forward his humor, “Well, it looks like I’m going into this with a pig sticker, a giant idiot…no offense, and a demon melter. Hopefully, they didn’t screw me, here…again.”

Duke

Duke sighed as Esme stepped off the tailgate. It seemed that they had finally come to an agreement and honestly, he felt as if he was mostly there for hunter backup anyway. He was a capable hunter but he now had a distraction again. With Esme in the fold, and with her not having full control over her powers, around demons, he was concerned. He glanced up at the sky, the stars seemingly taunting him with how peaceful and clear the blackness was. After a moment, he slipped off the tailgate and began rummaging through his bag in the back of the truck.

He slipped a couple of knives, a pistol, a flask of holy water, and another flask of salt into his pockets of his jeans and his jacket. The last thing he pulled out was an iron pole, that he twirled around in front of his chest like a baton.

He then turned to Esme and gave a mischevious smirk, “You ready to go play with some demons? Might as well get this overwith…”

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About ten minutes later when everyone was grouped and ready.

Dean

“Alright. Nat…Mika, we’ll take the back. We can ambush them faster that way. Sam, you, Cason and Anna take the front. Duke and Esme can…” Dean barked orders, before Duke held up his iron bar and smiled.

“We’ll roll in to assist whichever group seems to need it. Just like the old days, eh?”

“Just like the old days. Let’s go.” Dean muttered with a smirk. He nodded to Cason, urging him to say his goodbyes or whatever he felt the need to do, giving his sister at least that much respect, while holding his arm out for Mika to join him as he stepped into the tall grass on the side of the hill, with Ruby’s knife clenched tight in his hand.

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Cason, Dean and Anna

Cason picked at his fingers, lazily leaning against the side of Nat’s car as the rest of the group scouted the farm across the way, from them. He was rather annoyed that they weren’t working efficiently. But he was the one who made the whole ‘be careful’ thing happen. So, he had to do ‘be careful’ their way. Becoming fed up with standing around, staring at the demons, he stepped up next to Mika, and placed his hands in his pockets.

“Want me to take care of the guys in the front? It could give you an in…” He offered, pulling his favorite knife. After looking at the knife, he sighed. “Actually, I need a weapon. I need someone or something that can kill demons.”

He turned, and raised an eyebrow to Anna, who was standing as close as possible to Sam, her arms folded and her expression disassociated. However, when Cason turned to look at her, she shook her head.

“I don’t want to burn them.”

“Look. I can cover their mouths. You can burn them out. My burns will heal within a few seconds, and we will have a quiet in. What do you say?” Cason explained to her, but Dean cleared his throat, shaking his head.

“I don’t like it.” Dean muttered.

“Then what is your plan, hm? Run in their with guns and knives that won’t touch these guys? We have one person here that can take care of them…quickly…” Cason started, but Dean spoke up again and interrupted him.

“You go and smoke them out. Take some salt. Kill their meatsuit and take care of it. It will take a while for them to come up with another body.” Dean explained and Anna also shook her head.

“I don’t like that either. We shouldn’t kill anyone.”

“We don’t have a choice right now! Sam? What do you think?” Dean turned to Sam and held out his hands, desperately wanting his brother to agree with him. Cason’s ability to disappear and reappear anywhere he wanted made him a good weapon for at least expelling the demons, and if he did it the right way, he could take care of them quietly.

Duke

Duke sat on the tailgate of his truck with Esme and Sarah. He didn’t know what to say to her, knowing that she had fallen apart after the situation in the room with the others. He hadn’t done the best job of taking care of her after the fact, as he had to be the even head that helped bring the conversation to a close. But they were together, now. His job, at this point, was to help her hold it together, and to keep her safe.

“They’re arguing about who the sacrificial lamb is going to be in this one. I can’t imagine that Nat’s going to be very happy with the idea of it being Cason. But there’s no way that Sam is letting Anna go. I’m tempted.” He admitted. He then sighed and shook his head, “But I’m just a human. I don’t know how much damage I could do against four demons on my own. And here I was hopin’ this would be a quick one.”

He chuckled and placed a hand on Esme’s thigh. As good as he was at getting rid of demons, and as outnumbered as the demons were, with all the hunters coming after them at once, Duke had a feeling that they weren’t the ‘main show’ and that a bigger bad was waiting, hoping that the group would tire themselves out so it could attack.

Seeing the rest of the group fighting, Duke called out to them as quietly as he could while also making sure they could hear him.

“I agree with Mika. We outnumber them. We take small groups and we take out as many as we can at once. If one of us is better off than the rest, then you kill as many of their meatsuits as possible…but keep energy.” Duke rambled with a shrug, tilting his head to Mika to silently agree with her, by tilting his hat.

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Cason, Dean, Duke, and Anna

Dean growled softly under his breath as literally, everyone in the room seemed, in his mind to take Cason’s side. If this was just demons, and he was the only one who was seemingly in danger, that was a risk he was willing to take. He glared up at Sam, as he randomly chimed in on behalf of Natalia, but as they continued, he began to see their point. In the past, they hadn’t exactly taken their time. And in that same past, they lost people…good people.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at Mika and scanned her face to see if she was just trying to appease his worry. But he saw nothing there except logic and reason. Of course, Mika was showing logic and reason. She was the second most logical person in the room, after all this time. He dropped his hand on the table in a fist and shifted to stand closer to Mika, as Nat reasoned exactly what he expected Mika to say. Maybe they were more alike than he originally thought.

“Alright.” He conceded with a grumpy shrug. Cason’s shoulders relaxed and Duke mirrored him, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans as the tension diffused. But then Anna shifted in her seat and spoke up.

“If this has to do with me, then they are there for me, right? Like at the airport? You could just drop me off.” She said flatly, honestly exhausted with all of this, at this point.

“That’s not an option.” Cason suddenly snapped at her, shaking his head. “Demon blood or not, whatever this is maybe bigger than you could handle on your own.”

“And if they get what they want, they’ll leave you guys alone.”

“Or they will have exactly what they need to kill us all. We don’t know why they want you. We have a hunch to go off of, and even the hunch is vague. Even if you could take them all, a hundred more will come, and if you’re some sort of contingency plan, giving you up will just play into their hand.” Cason explained the strategy of demons perfectly, almost reaching over and patting her arm, before reminding himself that she could fry him in an instant. “You’re going. But you’re not going alone. I think everyone will agree with me.”

“I agree,” Dean muttered reluctantly. Agreeing with Cason made him want to vomit. But Cason was right. “For all we know, you could be a weapon against the angels. You’re not a weapon. You’re…you. If we can keep them away from you, we’ll do the best we can for as long as we can. No more playing into their hand with the demon blood…”

Anna quickly glanced at Cason as Dean finished his sentence. Dean noticed but said nothing, simply watching their silent interaction, as Cason shook his head, his eyes locked with hers. Dean wasn’t sure what it meant, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to imagine what they were saying with their eyes. He had a feeling Cason was already feeding her. Little did he know, he was right.

“So we pack up and roll out?” Cason finally asked, looking around at every member of the group.