JustAnna

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean

Dean almost didn’t believe Mika when she said she was fine. He picked up her arm, and began to look it over, making sure that it wasn’t more than a scratch. He looked up from her arm and searched in the darkness for Nat, his heart hammering in his chest at how quiet the night still seemed. It didn’t seem like there were signs of life anywhere around them. As if answering his silent prayer that Nat was okay, he heard her voice. He released Mika and spun around, his entire body numb with relief as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Nat! Oh my god…” He gasped, walking toward her as Esme began helping her to them. He reached out, wrapping a hand around her upper arm to help Esme hold her up, and began to look her over. He winced at the wound on the back of her head as his hand found it, and he pulled it back covered in blood. “Jesus. What…?”

Before he could get the words out Sam also appeared from the dark, and he breathed a quick sigh of relief. Sam was jogging. He seemed okay and at himself. He was okay. Doing a quick inventory of everyone that had shown up, Dean closed his eyes. They were missing three. A pang of worry hit his stomach, seeing that Duke was missing. Duke was known for being the most reckless person he had ever met. Of all the missing, Duke was the one who was most likely dead. The thought wasn’t even something he could entertain as he shook his head and listened to Sam.

When Sam said that they were outnumbered, and Cason was missing. Dean lost it. “Dammit! I knew that son of a bitch would bail on us. I knew it.”

He took some deep breaths, closing his eyes to calm himself, in an effort to not upset Nat more than he had to. He was over emotional. He was worried about Duke. He was lost as to how they lost. How did they lose? This was an easy hunt and they were ambushed. The demons had it all planned, beat for beat. He opened his eyes, and Esme met his gaze, which made things even worse. As she confirmed his suspicions on Duke, Dean gritted his teeth, his ability to contain his emotions almost bursting at the seams. He carefully released Nat, and stepped away from her, growling as he paced for a moment.

“We have to find him. DAMMIT!” He screamed, echoing through the silent empty farm as he failed to process his emotions. “We have to find all of them…and I better not see Cason again. I will kill him myself. I swear to God I will kill him…myself.”

Anna and Cason

Cason’s breathing was beginning to give Anna chills as she sat as close to him as she could. She held her hand over his shoulder, the knife no longer protruding from his skin, but lying on the floor beneath him. She was shaking with a mixture of fear, unease, pain and sadness as she put pressure on a wound he would have typically healed in less than a minute. As she sobbed, Cason weakly lifted his head and tilted it as far forward as he could, touching the side of her face with his forehead. Anna leaned into the touch and sobbed, squeezing her eyes closed as she listened to his rattling breath.

“Now would be a good time for one of your j-jokes…”, she choked out, her voice breaking into a desperate sob. Cason weakly smirked, and took a shaky breath.

“Imagine the look…on Alastair’s face…when your boyfriend sucks the life out of him.” Cason stammered out, nudging Anna’s face with his forehead. The statement didn’t exactly comfort Anna, as she wasn’t aware of Sam drinking any demon blood. Sam would be a pig to slaughter if he tried to take on Alastair, at this point. “He can do it. And it will be beautiful to watch. I’ll die…watching the boy king of Hell take out the son of a bitch who made me. Beautiful, right?”

“No. Sam would never be able to hurt him. I couldn’t even hurt him.” Anna whimpered, but Cason weakly shook his head.

“He’s more powerful than you know. T-trust m-me.”

“Okay. Just rest. Just rest. Please stay with me.” Anna sobbed, huddling even closer to him. Cason reached a bloody hand out and linked their fingers together, trying to comfort her as she cried. “Please just stay alive.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean

Dean waved his hand at Lexi when she insinuated that he should just text Sam about his location in the bunker. He didn’t want to harrass his brother. Who knew what was going on in Sam’s head? For all they knew, he was showing Anya every old book in the entire library to keep her busy, just calming the poor girls brain.

He sat down in the chair close to Lexi and glanced at the computer. He held his hand up and crossed his fingers, physically agreeing with her sentiment. The guy seemed obsessed and desperate. Maybe they could get lucky and get out of the bunker before Dean felt the need to go around and look for ghosts. He didn’t know how to tell Lexi what he was dealing with, because it was hard to explain. It didn’t quite feel like a haunting and how could anything haunt this place anyway?

Before he had the chance to think much further, the laptop pinged and he sat up straight, “There he is…”

He leaned in and read over the message before clapping his hands and scooting his chair back from the table. He was ready to go. “Yep! Let’s go…oh wait. We have to tell them we’re leaving?”

He thought about it with a frown and then sighed, dropping his head a bit, “Fine. I’ll go tell him. So help me if he’s doing anything stupid, I’ll kill him, Lexi.”

Dean reluctantly tapped his hand on the table, and then walked away, down the hall to look for Sam.

Anya

Anya laughed at Sam’s assessment of Dean’s fragility toward chick flicks, although, oddly enough, she wasn’t surprised that Dean had been suckered into enjoying Disney and other things that seemed out of character for him. Seeing him with Lexi, she could read that he was a pushover for pretty girls with pretty eyes…that he cared about.

For a while, while Lexi and Dean were in the war room setting up for their night out, Anya sat and watched the movie, laughing with Sam as they teased about some of the cheesier moments. But as the movie progressed, Anya felt herself tempted to reach out and wrap her arms around Sam’s arm. She was tempted to get closer. Maybe it was the movie. Maybe it was their closeness. She couldn’t really place it.

She pulled her phone into her lap, trying to decide what to type that would bridge a gap and make it less awkward if she did ask him to be closer. She had just met him. It wasn’t like the knew each other, or had a chance to really be attracted to one another. For all she knew, he saw her like all the other hunters did…some broken kid.

Anya sat up a little taller on the bed, and pulled her legs up to her chest, seemingly getting more comfortable. And then she decided to just…make a move. She leaned toward Sam, feeling a little awkward, and tapped his arm. As soon as he turned his head, she leaned in, and placed a simple, and impossibly gentle kiss against his lips.

“Seriously?!”

Anya flinched, so hard that she likely would have screamed if she was capable. Her head instantly turning to see Dean standing in the doorway, his hands on his hips in annoyance.

“I leave you alone, and you bring her to your bed?”

All Roads Lead To You

Dean and Duke

Dean and Duke had been on what should have been a very simple vampire take down, when things had gone horribly wrong. Dean twisted his body, pushing the weight of the dead vampire he had just killed. As it fell in a pile on the ground beneath the platform he was laying on. With a gasp of relief, he pulled himself back toward the center, suddenly realizing that he had almost fallen to his death from such a high place.

"Holy shit. Shit. Okay. You're okay. Duke?!" He called out to his best friend. The air was silent and he could no longer hear any sounds of tools or Duke's voice and the silence brought a familiar pain to his chest. Duke was in trouble. Duke was always in trouble. "DUKE! Can you hear me, man?!"

Nothing.

Dean groaned as he struggled to sit up, the pain in his ribs intense but the need to find Duke more intense. He scooted toward the edge of the platform, to the ladder, and then reached for his machete. He slipped the cord of his machete around his wrist, and began to climb down the ladder, dreading what he might come across when he reached the ground. As soon as his boots hit the ground, the silence seemed even louder.

"DUKE! Say something!" He called out in the darkness and finally, the sound of a struggle caught his ear, and he broke into a run, toward the sound. "Hold on! I'm comin'!"

"Aw. You've come to save your boyfriend! That's the most adorable thing I've ever witnessed. It's almost like a mo-" A blonde vampire stepped in front of Dean, and before she could finish her sentence, Dean whipped the strap of his machete into his hand, and sliced her head off.

"Shut up." He grumbled, and kept walking down the alley, to the sounds of Duke struggling to breathe. He had to hurry, because knowing Duke, he was an inch from death and still thought he was on top. Finally, the sight of flailing cowboy boots came into view and Dean sprinted toward a saw mill that was definitely on, and definitely close to sawing his best friend in half. "Hey! Care for some two on one?!"

Duke laughed while struggling to breathe, as soon as Dean came into view. He reached up and grabbed the giant man above him by the collar. Without missing a beat, he pushed him up as hard as he could, and Dean kicked the back of the man's head. Slowly, the man's grip loosened on Duke's throat and with a deep cough, Duke released him and rolled out from beneath his weight, leaving the giant alone on the saw mill.

"What about now?" Duke asked, referring to Dean's comment about 'two on one'. He leaned down, running his hand along the side of Dean's calf until he found the syringe he was looking for, just as the giant wrapped his arms around Duke's neck. Dean raised his machete, threatening he large vampire, but he just tightened his grip around Duke's neck. "See...this ain't workin' for me. You gotta squeeze a little harder...a little to the left...OH! oh there it is."

As Duke teased the giant vampire, he reached down and jabbed the syringe into the vampire's thigh, emptying every drop of the Dead Man's Blood into his system. The response was instant as the vampire dropped Duke roughly to the ground, dazed and nearly passed out. As the vampire stumbled, Dean pulled up a booted foot, kicking him onto the saw mill. He then used his machete to chop his head off.

Duke stood from the ground, groaning and chuckled while pointing, "He's so big, he's just sittin' there."

He and Dean both broke into laughter, until the giant body fell over, directly onto the running saw. Within a second, both Duke and Dean were covered in blood, as if they took a shower in it. Spitting a bit from his mouth, Duke turned to Dean and began to laugh all over again, but this time, Dean didn't echo his laughter. He simply rolled his eyes, with a growl, and walked away.

"C'mon man! You know that's funny." Duke called out to him, before picking up his now bloody white cowboy hat from the ground near the saw. He plopped the disgusting hat onto his head, grimacing at the squishing sound his hair made, and followed Dean down the alley.

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An Hour Later

"Don't say a word to Bobby about what you did." Dean ordered Duke as he attempted to unstick his dried bloody shirt from his chest and they walked toward Bobby's front door. He didn't even notice the other vehicle in the drive and he had no idea what he was walking into.

"Will he be that surprised though? He knows how I am. I ain't never said I'm smart..."

"No one has ever said you're smart, Duke." Dean grumbled, opening the front door and strolling in as if he wasn't covered in blood.

Bobby Singer stood from his desk with a start, nearly tripping over himself as he saw his boys, "Jesus Christ! What the hell happened to you two?!"

"Vampires!" Duke chimed, causing Dean to let out a loud sigh through his nose with his eyes squeezed shut. "We found the Vampire nest!"

"Yes. We did." Dean grumbled. And Bobby slammed his book shut on the desk as he aggressively crossed the room and stepped up to them both. Dean flinched, closing his eyes and standing a little straighter, as Duke seemed confused to his side. "But we took care of it, and this...this is not as bad as it looks. One of them kind of..."

"We accidentally sawed him in half. It was a mess. I mean...a mess." Duke chimed once again, his eyes big and excited as he beamed at Bobby. But the look that Bobby shot him, caused him to turn his own eyes to the ground, his cowboy hat covering his face as he straightened his shoulders and stood still and quiet.

"I have never told you what to do...but walkin' into a vampire nest half cocked without so much as a phone call, or backup nearby. How stupid are you, boy?!" Bobby practically yelled in Dean's face. It was then that Duke glanced past Bobby, to his desk and noticed two beer bottles sitting there.

"Bobby, you got company?"

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya laughed as Sam overexplained his own room. He was so self concious, she could only assume because of Dean’s teasing. But she found all of it rather endearing. She pulled her phone to her chest and typed a quick, “I think it’s great, Sam. Clean. Very…not gross bachelor pad of you.”

She read the message out with a laugh, and then stepped into the room to look over the movies he had obviously been collecting for a while. She pointed at a movie for a moment, and then pulled it and held it up to him. Her eyebrows raised as if to say, “What about this one?”

She turned the cover toward him to reveal that she had pulled “Dirty Dancing” which she was surprised he had. Handing him the movie, she kicked off her boots and stepped over to his bed, falling onto it and crossing her legs as she sat against the headboard casually. She pulled her phone onto her lap, and typed a message with a smirk.

“And no…you don’t have to sit in the chair. There’s plenty of room.”

Dean

Dean tapped his hands on the counter, once they had a plan. He still didn’t necessarily like the idea of running into this without sussing out if it was a trap or not. But he also had to trust Lexi as a hunter. He had to trust his own instincts and just be on guard. He stood quickly from his seat and walked over to Sam’s little computer area with the journal they had been reading from. He opened the scanner, and placed the journal onto the glass, printing out a detailed scan of the entry they had found.

As he did so, he felt a bit of a chill, and he looked up and scanned the room. He saw nothing, other than Lexi sitting in her chair at the table. He breathed out through his mouth, and saw no fog, and so he put the thought of being watched out of his mind…for the most part. But as the papers landed into the plate below the printer, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t alone.

He shook himself from his thoughts, and grabbed the papers and the journal, returning to the table. He tossed the journal on the table, and pointed at Lexi’s computer, “It should be there, but I have physical if we need them. I feel like we need a radio in here. I’m getting paranoid with all the silence and echoing. The mighty hunter…rawr.”

As he teased, Dean sighed also, showing that he really was feeling a bit weird in the bunker, these days. Maybe it was PTSD. Maybe it was false hope he had given himself. But something wasn’t normal…

“So, let’s get him that info, get his address and bail. I need some fresh air anyway.”

All Roads Lead To You

Obviously there's Dean. lol

No character sheet needed.

Also 24. Also reckless. Also a sweet boy. <3

All Roads Lead To You

Name: Duke Hatfield

Species: Human/Hunter

Age: 24

Appearance:

Relation to characters (optional): Basically Bobby Singer's kid after his parents were murdered by werewolves when he was seven years old.

Bio:
Duke grew up in the hunting life, unfortunately. His parents were ambushed by werewolves when he was seven, and the person that came to his rescue? None other than Bobby Singer. His life with Bobby has been a mixture of boring and rural to dangerous and life threatening.

But the best thing about his time with Bobby? Meeting the Winchester boys. They grew up close, tight knit and inseparable, particularly Duke and Dean.

He's more than competent in his hunting, but has a temper that tends to get him in trouble, along with a reckless spell. He lives for nothing in particular, and doesn't feel as if he has anyone who will miss him if he dies, other than maybe Bobby and Dean. So, decisions are made on the spot, from the heart, and quick and dirty...much to Dean Winchester's dismay.

Weapons:
A bag of various weapons like pistols, sawed off shot guns, lead pipes, iron bars, crosses and dead man's blood.
A silver knife that he learned by accident could kill a werewolf on the night that his parents died.

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!