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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Nevermind. I figured it out lol

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason stood from the side of the bed where he had been sitting, glancing down at Annabeth one more time, as Sam stepped up to be near her. With her chest wounds healed, she seemed a bit calmer than before. He pulled his bloody hands up in front of his face, before turning toward the bathroom.

“I’ll be back. I trust that you can handle her for five seconds, this time…”, he muttered at Sam, before entering the bathroom behind Esme. He raised an eyebrow at her appearance, almost wanting to reach out to make sure the poor girl didn’t smash her face on the tile, but his hands were covered in blood, “Um. I need the sink for a second. Are you gonna make it? I owe you one…”

Annabeth

Annabeth touched her chest, which was now just covered in blood with no real wounds visible to account for the blood. She took a deep and shuddered breath, thankful that most of the pain seemed to go away. Even the pain in her eyes seemed to go away, for the most part, other than the pain of her brain not understanding there were no eyes.

As she felt Sam’s presence and touch once more, she gave a weak smile, squeezing his hand, not quite aware of the amount of blood she was smearing on him.

“Hey…”, she whispered weakly, “Are you okay? I didn’t see much of what happened at the school, but they didn’t hurt you, did they?”

She sat up carefully, pulling her hand away from him long enough to place it on the bed below her and pull herself from the sticky sheets. Now that she was eye to eye with Sam (as much as she could be with his size), she could sense his shape in front of her. It wasn’t quite like seeing, but rather a faint shape of him, and his hair, and a bright blue illuminating behind him. Smirking, she reached out and ran a mostly dry finger down his cheek, to emphasize her worry for him.

Dean Winchester

Dean covered his head, staring as best he could through the damage coming down around them as the being forced the door open and began walking in. As each light shattered above, and the sparks began to reveal a man, Dean’s mind went into overdrive, attempting to figure out what weapon to attack this thing with first.

He shuddered with a slight fear, holding Ruby’s knife tightly in his hand. As the man approached him, and got close enough, Bobby shot the man in the back with a shotgun. The blast did absolutely nothing. Dean stared at Bobby with wide eyes.

Bobby nodded to him, with equally wide eyes, trailing his eyes down to the knife as the man spoke. Dean mustered up every ounce of courage he had, and stepped forward, shoving the knife into the man’s heart. Also realizing it wasn’t doing anything. He narrowed his eyes, before gasping.

“What the hell are you?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I feel like we need a discord chat for our active players to be able to catch each other in when we are online lol
I think I am going to hold off until at least Furie can get online in the morning and we can decide who goes first with both our characters being interacted with.

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This is actually nice.
It’s really nice.
And I feel great. :)

You guys are awesome, and thanks for letting me be your GM.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I can have her react to it, and we can do part of another round to flesh Sam’s next reaction out a bit.

Since we are all here, or will be eventually in the night, @Wolvena you can post one more time, since Sam isn’t standing with them. And then I’ll make a reply and Furie can hit Sam tomorrow.

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So, @ActRaiserTheReturned, to what extent did Benjamin heal her and can he perform the magic on the glasses she’s wearing.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Annabeth

Annabeth tried to keep hold of Sam’s arm, as he spoke to Cason. Cason growled, attempting to keep pressure on her chest as she cried and yelped at random intervals. He became a slight bit concerned by a trickle of blood that ended up falling slowly from her nose. That could have either been a result of an extreme explosion of power, or because of internal injuries. He begged for the former.

He looked up at Sam before he pulled away, “I know about angels…but when this is overwith, and she’s okay…me and you. We’re going to talk. Alone.”

He watched him move away from Annabeth, giving him a tear filled sneer as he watched him. His eyes were jet black, from stress and being so close to an angel. He sniffled, showing a slight bit of soul in the demon, to the others as he stared down at her.

“You’re okay, darlin’. I got you.”, he shushed her as he watched Esme start to work. Annabeth was reaching around, her hands trying to find Sam as she did so. Her brain was wanting his calm. Cason grabbed one of her hands, as Esme made her self known by touching the other. He kissed Annabeth’s forehead here and there, trying to forget that her eyes were completely gone, and hard for him to look at, in place of her normal baby blues.

Annabeth squeezed Esme’s arm, her palm heating up a tiny bit against Esme’s skin with every knot that was tied in her skin. Cason could feel his face heating up every time a knot was tied, as well, which was mostly because of Annabeth’s stress and pain.

When Esme began healing Annabeth a bit with her mind, he narrowed his eyes at her and asked, “What the hell are you doing?”

He then stopped the stare and glanced over at Benjamin, “Aren’t you a witch? Witches do healing stuff all the time, within their ranks. So, you wanna help…fix her.”

Wincing as he took his eyes down to her face, he kissed her forehead again and snapped his fingers, a pair of Ray Ban Wayfarers landing in his palm as he did so. He unfolded them, and gently put the mover her eyes.

“Now you look badass. Badass glasses. Badass scars…”, Cason joked with Annabeth as he waited for Esme to finish the second round of stitches or for Benjamin to decide to be useful. Either way, he was doing his best to keep her calm.

She smirked briefly, turning her head toward where she could feel Sam standing. With the healing Esme had done, she could see clearly the situation that originally put them in danger. She softly, and with a shudder, spoke, “It’s not your fault, you know…I don’t blame you.”

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@Chulance What's the ETA on that opening post, sweetheart?

@Wolvena I had a great time. I'm stuffed, slightly high, and in a great mood! I am posting as we speak.

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I went out to eat with my dad, and I've been away. sorry for the delays.

The Winchesters don't trust witches, especially at this point in the story. But with bigger fish to fry, I'm sure Cason will bring it up when this is all resolved and quieted down.

My reasoning for letting Wolvena go first is to kind of make sure I can make a hefty post, to move the characters forward before Castiel comes in permanently. There's heavenly work to do, once Cas gets here.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sniggered with her when she joked, “I have a clean and innocent mind…”

He stepped up behind her and watched every step she made as she mixed hair dye. He had no idea about these things, but he had never really been with women long enough to learn about them. As he watched her intently, zoning out, he jumped a bit when she asked him to help her out.

“Yeah! Anything!” He quickly said before realizing she was asking for something to put her hair up with. He dug through a couple of drawers, rummaging and feeling almost like was intruding, before coming up with a hand full of hair ties and a few things that looked like clips, “These? Do you need help putting it up?”

He had a soft and proud smile on his face from finding the items, and laughed a bit over how innocent this moment seemed.