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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean attempted to take in everything Castiel had said, even just in that last few sentences. He took a deep breath, and furrowed his brow, trying to maintain his look of defiance in the face of…well…God and his angels. It was something that almost made him laugh, internally.

Stepping forward, he planned to get a bit closer to the angel, maybe against his better judgement. However, as he stepped, the angel finished talking and disappeared with a loud flutter of wings. Dean raised his hands in defense of his face, briefly, before turning back to where the angel had stood.

He could barely breathe, after this insanity. He noticed Mika on the ground, turning toward her and then back toward Bobby. He decided on grabbing Mika first, as he saw Bobby stirring on his own.

“Bobby, you alright?”, he called out across the room at him. Bobby simply nodded as he sat up, checking his body for wounds or bruises. He was fine, but you can’t be too safe.

Running over to Mika, Dean skidded the last few feet on his knees, grabbing her face in his hands and lifting her head in front of his face, “Hey hey hey…Mika, you good? Look at me…”

They needed to regroup with Sam, and Natalia. Maybe even bring some of the strays into the group, as they could use all the hands they could find. He gripped a hand around the top of Mika’s arm, helping her up a bit, while also hugging her to him. He pressed his palm lightly against the cut on her forehead, “I got you…”

Cason

Cason watched Esme stagger around as he stepped into the small bathroom. She looked awful. But then again, human hunters always seemed to look under the weather. They were fragile, and thus, the reason he usually chose not to get close to, or really interact heavily with humans. He finished washing the blood off his hands, as best he could, and turned to her with a grin.

“Yeah. I feel like I owe you.”, he muttered, staring at her with a serious look. He cleared his throat after realizing he was staring, and felt a bit more relaxed than he had before, “I’m protecting that one you were sewing on, in there. Sadly…I think I’m attached to her, you know, human emotions. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but consider me in your debt.”

He shrugged, pressing his lips together to let her know he was serious, but didn’t know what she wanted to do with the information.

“Now. I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom, his hand out in front of Esme to try and help keep her from falling.

Annabeth

Annabeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly when Sam told her that he got out safely, and the demons were gone. She hadn’t been able to lay a good set of eyes on Sam, after what had happened. So, she wasn’t completely sure he was physically alright, until he confirmed it.

As he began cleaning the blood from her chest, she looked down at where he was wiping, instinctively. Once again, it hit her that she was mostly blind. In fact, she was blind, in the true sense of the word. But she could feel shapes and colors. She could feel Sam’s touch most of all.

She leaned her head back, allowing him room to clean her off as best he could. Hearing familiar footsteps, she reached out and touched his wrist as Cason lightly leaned through the door way of the bathroom.

“Because I would hate for everyone to die a horrible and mundane death, I am going to suggest that we pack up our shit…and go to a different hotel. This one isn’t in the greatest of shape.”, Cason spoke matter of fact, and raised his eyebrows, “I could get….say….two rooms? Three rooms? Sam what do you think?”

Annabeth held Sam’s wrist a little tighter as Cason spoke about leaving the hotel. She knew the room was in terrible shape, but she also knew that leaving could mean being split up, and she didn’t know if she was prepared to be alone with anyone…except Sam.

“I’ll ride with you.”, she whispered to Sam.

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Dean stepped back into place behind her putting the items he had found into the sink, keeping a couple around his wrist with clips attached. It was like a toolbox. He nodded at her instructions, taking the piece of hair she had in her hand from her and tying it up with one of the hair ties. This seemed like something that was going to be overly complicated, but that he knew meant a lot to her.

If he was honest, it meant more to him than she could know. Having some similarity to a starting over point or a do over was something that his paranoid mind could get behind. She was officially allowing him inside her mind, to a degree. He still didn’t have all the answers he wanted. He still had questions, and a few things he needed to get off his chest.

But dammit this break from all the sadness, fighting, and toxicity was something he was having trouble letting go of.

“I’m almost domesticated, around you, now. It’s disgusting…”, he joked, making a silly gagging face, and then continued on with a fake grimace as he picked at another piece of hair, “Got me over her doing hair…”

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@Chulance @Wolvena @ActRaiserTheReturned @FuriePhoenix @SirensCall

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.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

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

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

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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.

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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.”