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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Sam and Annabeth

Annabeth sighed, looking around at the auras of everyone around her. Sam's remained a bright blue, while Natalia's was more of a magenta. Her aura seemed a little less threatening than the color would suggest, and it made her smile lightly, as Natalia spoke to her.

When Sam went over the game plan, she held onto him, following him out of the room and carefully down the stairs. She was surprised by how well she took the stairs, even if most of her weight was on Sam's side.

As they reached the car, she felt around for the door handle, determined to help herself.

Sam made sure to not ever go too quickly and just take their time so Annabeth wouldn't feel like she was being rushed. He too was surprised at how well she was taking the stairs but was very much thankful for it. When they got to the cars, he walked Annabeth as close to the passenger door and to the handle as he could that wouldn't be an issue for her once she got it opened.

He waited for her to be able to open the door and safely get in, which he helped with before he even thought about walking round to the driver's side, opening the door, and getting in as well. "you okay and ready to go?" he asked her, glancing in his rearview mirror to wait for the a-okay from Natalia. He knew she would absolutely complain if he didn't wait as she didn't have the address and he certainly wasn't Dean who would jokingly start to drive off without her because he thought he was funny.

Annabeth roughly plopped herself into the passenger seat, turning her head toward the driver's seat as Sam got in and asked if she was okay. Nodding, she pulled her seatbelt on, and smiled, "I'm good to go. I'm honestly just ready for a bed, and some quiet time. To say it's been a long day is an understatement."

As she muttered the words, flashes of what had happened earlier in the night caused her to start crying silently. Her eyes being gone stopped the tears from forming, but she felt it nonetheless.

Sam smiled softly but sadly as she told him she was basically more than ready to go, as he read between the lines of her reply. "that it has, I'm certainly ready to move on" he replied to her, seeing Natalia make it to her car, chuck all the bags in the trunk then get in and give him the signal to get moving. Her signal was always a simple gesture of circling her hand in the air then giving the thumbs up. It was a gesture she only ever seemed to give him which brought a small smile to his face.

He started the ignition and began driving out of the parking lot, and as he made sure Natalia was always in eyeshot of him in his rear views, he drove to the next hotel in question that Cason found, whilst also hoping that Esme was indeed alright and the demon hadn't done anything to her.

"We won't be too long then you can hopefully relax in a more comfortable room," he spoke up, hoping that the odd little bit talking to her would keep her calm enough and not so lost in her thoughts as she processed her lack of sight.

Annabeth smiled softly, reaching over to touch his bicep, the small touch of the skin causing her heart to slow and her mind to relax a bit. 'At least that still works, she thought with a soft sigh. She leaned her head onto the seat and turned her body toward him, attempting to figure out how sleeping would work.

As they pulled into the new hotel parking lot, she jolted awake by a bump and gasped lightly, turning her head to Sam. She gave a small smirk and stared out the windshield to see the shape of the hotel.

“Well. We’re home…”, she muttered, suddenly excited by the idea of a clean bed, and hopefully no angels.

Feeling her touch his bicep he smiled, letting he do whatever she needed to feel some kind of calm as they drove. It wasn't like the simple touch would get in the way of him driving. It didn't take long before he was aware of her falling asleep during the ride, smiling to himself he continued driving in silence until they reached the hotel, accidentally going over a speed bump at the entrance of the parking lot a bit too harshly.

When it woke Annabeth up he felt a tad bad that she got woken up in such an abrupt way but he knew he'd have to wake her anyway. Finding a spot that had two spaces next to each other, he pulled into one whilst seeing Natalia pull into the other. Killing the engine he smiled at her little remark, "that we are. At least for tonight" he added, putting his car key into his jeans pocket and opened the door, getting out and jogging round to her side opening the door for her. "here, I'm here to help" he told her, holding his arm out to her to feel for whilst using his other hand to shield the top of the car so she didn't whack her head.

Annabeth carefully got out of the car, holding onto his arm for stability as she did. Once both feet were on the ground next to him, she straightened her clothes and sighed.

"I can't stay long...", a familiar voice rang out next to them as Cason carefully stepped up. His hands were raised, from the shape Annabeth could make out and he handed both Sam and Natalia a key, "I have to get back and make sure...um...Esme is still asleep."

Annabeth gave a confused head tilt to him mentioning the girl with some sense of emotion. She reached up in the direction of his left hand and took the key from him, which caused him to roll his eyes.

"Before you ask, Room 112...Sam can get you there.", Cason quipped, before turning around and walking back to the hotel where he and Esme were staying.

At the sound of the familiar voice, Sam instantly looked around and saw Cason standing there giving the universal sign for 'I'm not here to fight'. He rose an eyebrow at Cason's wording toward Esme wondering what he was on about but decided he wasn't going to call him out on it just yet. That conversation can wait until later.

He couldn't help but smirk as Annabeth still insisted on taking the room key before he could as Natalia got out of her car and took the other key. "keep us updated on Esme's condition" he told Cason in a tone that showed him he wasn't asking... But telling as he then watched Cason walk back to the hotel room he had Esme in. "well, at least he's truthful about having got us rooms" Natalia quipped with a shrug. "true, I'll get Annabeth to our room then I'll help you with the bags" he told his sister, gaining a nod of approval from Nat and then walked to room 112 with Annabeth.

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Dean smiled a bit brighter, rolling to the side and leaning up on an elbow as he stared at her. Love was a literal four letter word for him, usually. He had trouble saying it to even Sam, or his dad. It always felt like a word that came with weakness. But he couldn’t help express it, if not only through the grateful feeling of her being back with him, bringing it to the top of his throat.

He pulled the blanket up over them and stayed in place, running a finger up and down the contour of her jaw as he stared at her. He knew his gaze was fixed, but he had to just soak in the peacefulness.

“I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I hope you know that.”, he whispered, cringing in his own head at his words, “I mean never. I’d go crazy if you went on a hunt without me, now. It’s not even something I want to think about. Dad or not…”

He said the last words to make sure that she knew that regardless of what John had to say about their relationship, she was with him now. John could screw off and stay on his own. Dean would help him with his hunts, if not just to keep him alive, but this was the one part of his life John wouldn’t control anymore.

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Dean smirked as he stared down at Mika after some time, silently hoping Bobby was out of the house as he laughed internally. He smiled brighter, and pushed her hair away from her face as he leaned on his elbows above her. He kissed her sweetly, nuzzling her nose with his, just taking in everything that had happened in the past twenty four hours. It was surreal. Good things didn’t happen to him, often, without a catch. But this. This seemed right.

The only question was, at what point would his Dad manage to ruin all of it. He shook the thought a bit and running his thumb gently along the side of her face, “Don’t tell anyone…but…”

He kissed her sweetly again, pulling at her lip with his teeth and a smile, “I think I love you…”

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Dean jerked his head back in an almost confused and surprised way, when she wrapped her arms around him again. He wrapped his arms around her torso and looked up at the ceiling, “Um. Well…Rekindling can mean a million things, you know. I mean…there’s exploration. There’s therapy stuff. There’s sex. We all know that one…”

As he spoke, he kept his eyes on the ceiling, while smiling. At the word sex, he waggled his eyebrows and placed his tongue between his teeth while looking down at her.

“Whatever…”, he pecked her on the lips, “Shall…”, another peck, “We do?”

With the last tiny kiss, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. In his mind, flashes of the times he and ‘Kenzi’ had gone down this road decided to sweep through, and while they were good-ish times, he missed the more gentle nature of himself with Mika. Everything was always so gentle, and patient.

Thinking about it, he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist with a giggle and ran with her over to the bed, with a thud, knowing that Bobby probably heard the noise below them. He cradled her face as he crouched over her on the bed and laughed, “That was loud…”

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Dean put on a fake scowl, trying to be as threatening as possible as he clung to her and pressed her nose with his, “Never.”

He let the scowl fall and swept her off her feet a bit, twirling her to the other side of the room, before dropping her with a small kiss on the lips, “But in all seriousness, this is nice. And I don’t even know what I want to do with my day now…with you looking like this.”

He realized how sexual the comment was, and rolled his eyes before nodding his head to the side to say ‘ya know’. And then his smile turned into a devious smirk.

“Bobby hasn’t found a hunt. We haven’t found anything to do. So, what would miss Mika Chambers like to do for the evening, now that our chores are done?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason sat the stolen phone on the small table by the window, turning in the darkness to stare over at the human on the only bed in the room. He chewed at his lip, as he watched her chest rise and fall, a small tuft of her hair blowing and falling again against her lips. It wasn't in his nature to care for humans, but he did have some weird morals toward other demons. If a demon risked its eternal free life for him, he would owe them until he repaid the same debt. But the Winchesters brought something out in humans or at least found humans with the ability to pull at his 'being a bad demon' side.

He took a deep breath, not needing to sleep, and slowly stepped across the room. As he walked, he was thankful the room was carpeted. He wasn't the best at staying quiet. He approached the edge of the bed and stared down at her for several minutes, before reaching a handout and holding it over her mouth. She was breathing. She was sleeping. He had seen Annabeth sleep plenty of times, and even faked the process himself while with her. But, the action of sleeping still amazed him at times, after all these years of not sleeping.

He sighed, not even really knowing how long someone as tired as Esme would need to sleep. Was she in a coma? Should he try to save her?

As he pondered her mortality, her face scrunched into anger. She jerked a bit and Cason furrowed his eyebrow because this seemed familiar. Without warning, her hand came up to greet his chin as she fought whatever was now making her whimper in her sleep. Grabbing her wrist, he placed it on her chest and tried to hold it there, "Hey. You're having a bad dream...you're..."

He sighed deeply at the relentlessness of the nightmare and stood from the bed, stepping around to the empty side and climbing on. He could still hear her whimpering in the dark as he grabbed at her flailing hands, and pulled her upper body onto his lap, stroking her hair.

"This is going to be annoying...", he whispered, stroking her hair gently. There was nothing to do but wait for the others, or for daylight to come.

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Dean kissed her knuckles one more time, peering up at her as he bowed. Hearing her real name come from her lips, his breath hitched in his throat quietly and his smile showed all his teeth, still holding her hand in his. He pulled her close as he stood up straight, throwing her hand over his right shoulder and pulling her close.

“A beautiful name for such a beautiful woman. Stunning really…”, he tried his best to feign a British accent, before kissing her lips sweetly with a smile.

He pulled back from the kiss, suddenly forgetting that he had questions. He had them, but they were pushed to the back burner, behind staring at her, and realizing that everything he had lost was back in front of him. He didn’t even let the intrusive thought of ‘things that come back always sour’ break his smile as he pressed his forehead against hers and stared at her eyes.

“If Sam ever finds out I’ve been romantic, I’ll have to kill him.”, he laughed, brushing a strand of her new hair to the side with a finger, “And I guess I’d have to take care of you too, if you were to tell him…”

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Dean continued to watch her as she applied the dye to her hair, his hands coming forward now and again to try and help her if she was having issues with a spot. When she was done, he ran out into the room and sat on the bed, thinking about everything. He had a bit of time to think, since she had to wait to remove the dye.

When all was said and done, he was still staring into space, thinking over everything that had happened in the past few days. Hell, he was going all the way back to a few years back. His decisions. His obsessions. Leaving his dad. Letting a girl die…

He covered his face with his hands for a few seconds, seeing the face of the blonde girl from a couple years back flashing in front of his face, a nightmare he had gotten over…until he thought back on it. It was the last serious moment that he and Mika had been in, as Kenzi, where they actually spoke about things.

Other than that night, it had been mostly sex.

As she walked back into the room, he quickly blinked a tear away that he almost hadn’t noticed was there from his self deprecating thoughts. He smiled widely, his face showing his relief and excitement at her new hair.

“I think it looks fantastic.”, he stood from the bed, bowing slightly and taking her hand, “Hello, ma’am. My name is Dean Winchester, and who’s hand do I have the honor of kissing tonight?”

He joked a bit, also being honest about how she seemed like a different person as he kissed each of her knuckles gently.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean nodded at Mika, as he looked her over, running his thumb lightly around the outside of her head wound. He was concerned about it, but it didn’t seem to need stitches. He brought her face to meet his eye line, by holding her cheeks to look her over, and make sure her eyes were reacting fine as he muttered, “We’re fine. Are you okay?”

“I’m good!”, Bobby yelled from across the room, brushing dust and grime off the front of his shirt and pants. He looked around at the warding, and then at Dean, who seemed to be the only one not knocked out by whatever the hell that thing was, “If you got any good information, now would be the time to spill it.”

Dean shook his head lightly, “I need to confirm what the guy said before then…Why don’t we pack up and head back to your place. We can figure it out there, where we have plenty of booze and a safety net.”

Bobby couldn’t help but agree, staring down at his niece with worried eyes, “You doin’ alright? I mean…are you good to ride, kid?”

Cason

As Esme snapped at him about being fine, he rolled his eyes as well, seeing that she was becoming more pale by the second. He listened to Sam’s plan and shook his head lightly, “I don’t sleep. So, I think I’ll hang out between rooms. I can just walk around, or I can hang out with anyone who can’t sleep. I don’t want you….alone. And I don’t want her without…”

Cason stopped his sentence, as he was speaking about Esme when she fell. He reached his arms out, catching her, and gently lowering to the ground with her. He did his best to make sure he took most of the fall, and groaned.

“…without someone to watch her. I owe her a debt for trying to save Annabeth. None of you could understand what that means.”

He pushed Esme’s hair out of her face, and quickly vanished with her. After settling her in a room, near St. Louis, Missouri, he pulled out his phone and texted Sam’s number on a phone he had lifted from Bobby Singer’s car.

1113 Sycamore Drive
Arnold, Missouri
—-Already checked in, Samuel.

Annabeth

Annabeth gave a relieved smile, leaning her head against Sam as he spoke, listening to his voice vibrating his chest. She honestly didn’t care where everyone else went, but she didn’t trust him to be alone, and she didn’t feel safe alone…especially now that her eyes were gone.

She also had her powers to deal with, and try to figure out, and Sam seemed the least afraid of her. He was the one who treated her most like a human. And she was starting to have tiny flashes of a past life, where they were together as teenagers, but it felt brief. He was a lot more angry, in her visions. He was more stressed, but just as gentle and kind. The thought made her smile against his chest.

“What about the angels? What do we do to stay away from them?”, she asked honestly. She thought about her powers and then Cason disappeared, his absence something she could feel, after being with him for so many months, “I guess we’ll just have to hope for the best…”

Her words came out almost as a chuckle, as she scooted back from Sam, wanting to try her legs so they could get out of there. She swung her legs over the bed beside him, and stood carefully.

“This is going to take getting used to, the whole…no eyes thing.”

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Dean mocked her with his face in the mirror, before laughing at her words and his faces, “I would say I’m slightly domesticated…like a feral neighborhood cat.”

As she mentioned how much his help meant to her, he felt the need to kiss her cheek or neck, but with the brush coming toward her hair, he decided against it. Instead, he simply placed a hand on her hip and pressed up against her back with a smile, “I wouldn’t miss this. After this, we can work on moving forward. No more lies. No more acting. Just me, and you taking on whatever it is that we are forced to.”

As he spoke, he noticed the tears in her eyes, watching her move from one piece of hair to another. He kept close to her back, watching her in the mirror carefully, trying to be as there for her as possible, without getting in the way.