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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Esme - collab

Cason wiped his hands on his pants, with a grossed-out look on his face. He looked over at the mugger's body and shrugged his shoulders.

"I mean, there's no better lesson than Hell, right? I'm not the 'let a guy insult someone and live' kinda guy.", he explained, as she ran away from him to the diner. He sighed and ran to catch up with her, "I mean...right now the odds are against me not killing more than one person on any given day. You are like a chihuahua covered in honey. You attract trouble, it seems...but you want to fight all of it alone."

Esme sighed at his words. She knew he was right in what he said. She shoved her hands in her pockets once again as they walked to the diner. “A chihuahua covered in honey?” she scoffed, cutting her eyes over at him. She looked down at the ground as she thought about how trouble seemed to follow her wherever she went and balled her fists in her pockets. “You’re right. I do attract trouble.” she sighed before looking back over at him. “Over the years I’ve become accustomed to it, it’s nothing new,” she told him. “Fighting it alone…….. It’s nothing new either. No one has wanted to stay around long with everything that comes around.” She then looked away and towards the diner.

Cason cringed a bit at the fact that he had obviously hit a small nerve by mentioning that she wanted to fight her trouble alone.

He gave a sympathetic look he wasn't even sure he was capable of when she looked at him.

"Sorry I um...that I brought it up. But I'll tell you this...as long as I'm around, and you're stuck with me for now, you're pretty safe, love.", he explained as they approached the door to the diner. He stepped around in front of her and opened the door, ushering her in.

Esme shrugged her shoulders as he apologized for bringing it up. It really didn’t bother her all that much. Hell, she’s been alone, fighting a good fight for years. She never really thought that she’d ever meet back up with Dean or join a group of hunters.

She couldn’t help the small smile that came to her lips at Cason’s words. Feeling safe was something she never truly felt. “Thanks, I think,” she replied. After he opened the door for her, she stepped inside and looked for an empty table. There were plenty of empty tables. She made her way over and sat down.

As he sat down across from her at the table, he placed both his hands together on the top, looking her over to make sure she wasn't bothered by her body language.

He noticed he had made her smile. That was a start! Trust always seemed to start with a smile.

"So, you seemed to be making some eyes at the older Winchester, back at the hotel in Illinois...", he started, wanting to probe more while he had her captive, "What's up with that?"

Esme took her hands from her pockets and leaned back in the chair as she watched Cason take a seat across from her. By the way, he was looking at her, she knew he was trying to read her. When he spoke about making eyes at Dean, she couldn’t hold back the little laugh that escaped her. “I wouldn’t really call that making eyes,” she told him.

She then reached over and grabbed a menu that was sitting on the table and opened it. “I was a teenager the last time I saw him,” she said, looking over the menu. “I was just trying to figure out if he recognized me or not. Come to find out, he did.” Esme then tilted the menu down slightly to look at Cason, she had a feeling she knew what his next question would be. “And before you say it. We’re just friends.”

Cason tilted his head to the side and smirked when she said that she wasn't making eyes at Dean. He loved the drama of all of it, but he had also watched Dean with the other girl...Mika. So, he understood it.

He picked up a salt shaker, fiddling with the top carefully, as to not burn his hand with it as he stared at the contents. He sighed, glancing back up at her as she explained their connection and that they were just friends, "Well that's boring. But, I guess that makes me being around less...stressful. Dean Winchester is particularly possessive. Our arrangement wouldn't go unnoticed, or appreciated, I assume."

He sighed once again and adjusted himself with a frown, "You know the little blonde one...missing eyes and all that? I cared for her for months. She doesn't have a clue who she is...aside from what I've told her. And now she won't even look at me."

As he complained, he realized he needed a drink, pouting at the thought of Annabeth not wanting to be near him, but clinging like static to Sam.

Esme watched him as he carefully fiddled with the salt shaker as he spoke. “You would think that boring,” she said with a laugh. “Less stressful with you around. Are you sure about that?” she questioned, not really expecting him to answer. She hadn’t been around Dean long enough to see his possessiveness, so she couldn’t really give an answer to that. Though she was sure that Dean wouldn’t be too happy about their arrangement, as Cason put it, she only nodded to the statement.

When Cason’s demeanor changed when talking about Annabeth, she brought the menu down to rest on the table. She nodded as he spoke about her. She could feel the change in him. “You really do care for her, don’t you?” she asked in a soft tone. She wanted to ask him what he knew but knew that question would most likely come later.

“Can you really blame her for not looking at you?” Esme asked in the same soft tone. “You lied to her for some time. Then she learned the truth in a pretty shocking way.” She watched him to see how he’d react to what she said, hoping that she didn’t strike a nerve with her words. The last thing she needed this morning was a pissed-off demon.

Cason nodded lightly at the question of his caring for Annabeth. He had to admit, he had become a little attached to her, even if she was a means to an end at first. He turned the salt shaker to the side as she continued and watched the grains fall against the glass.

"Honestly? I can't blame her. I'm the one who tracked her down, after hearing buzz about her. I'm the one who convinced her to move me in...and just never got around to telling her the truth.", he explained, furrowing his eyebrows. He then sat the salt shaker down and shrugged, "But, now that she's near Sam Winchester, who undoubtedly can do no wrong, as long as they're connected, that's all...just done."

He smiled sadly at her, as the waitress came to the table to bring water and take their order.

As Cason spoke, Esme’s features softened as she listened to what he said. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for the guy as he explained what happened between him and Annabeth. She sighed as he talked about how Annabeth was with Sam. She had no words as if they caught in her throat. She felt a pain well up in her chest as she looked at him and saw his frown and furrowed eyebrows.

When she found her words, the waitress had come up to their table. She looked away from him and to the waitress with a small smile. After clearing her throat, she gave the waitress her order. Eggs over easy, turkey bacon, and toast. She looked away and down at the menu as she closed it and put it back where she got it from. She took in a breath to rid her chest of the pain, then grabbed the glass of water and took a drink.

After setting the glass back on the table, she brushed some hair away from her face and looked down at the water glass. As she looked at it, she rested her arm on the table and hovered her hand over the glass, then moved her finger around the rim of the glass. She became lost in thought, not even hearing if Cason ordered anything or not.

Cason had watched her while she ordered, and became overwhelmed with her thoughts. He didn't address it while she ate, and he never ordered anything. He didn't really need to eat unless he felt like it. When it seemed she was finished with her food, he smirked over at her, looking down to text Sam,

"At a diner with Esme. About to head back."

He glanced back up at Esme, and clapped his hands, "Ready to dive back into Winchester-mania?"

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Dean continued pouting as Bobby told him to stop. He didn’t want to go to Minnesota…again. He never wanted to drive that far again. He sighed, looking up at them both as Bobby offered a choice of cars, and plenty of bribing to get them to take the case. He did like the sound of that. The bigger the car, the more space they would have if they started fighting.

He perked up a bit, after that and slapped a hand on the table, “Throw in a bottle of scotch just for me, and I’ll do it. I hate Minnesota…I’m gonna need booze.”

After he offered his side of the bargain, he looked over at Mika as she finished her food and winked at her, letting her know that he was willing to go, if she was. He then clapped his hand on the table one more time to offer another piece of bribery, “And I want to take the Impala, hers, I mean.”

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Annabeth

Annabeth smiled at Sam’s chuckle, happy that she could make him laugh, after everything. She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Cason had managed to get himself shot, although, Esme didn’t seem like the panicky violent type, to her. She thought it over, and mentally shrugged at the idea that Cason seemed at least contained, and entertained with her.

Hearing Sam’s phone vibrate, her interest was heightened, as she could feel his concern for his brother just in the air. She stood from her chair and walked over toward the bed, where her glasses were sitting on the table, next to the clock. Untying the scarf from the back of her head, she picked up the glasses and slipped them back onto her face. She was thankful, because she could see light and she could see Sam.

When Natalia showed up, she turned her head toward the door as Sam answered it, and waved at her subtly when she stepped inside. It was the first peaceful moment she had been in the same room with her, but she sort of remembered what she looked like.

“It seems like everyone’s awake, this morning.”, he whispered.

Dean Winchester

Dean grunted at the idea that Angels were something new to deal with. The very thought of it made his skin crawl, as he still didn’t believe it himself. He and Bobby had a long conversation the night before over the existence of Heaven and God. The conversation hadn’t gone well, and the very thought of either of them made him feel sick.

He sighed with relief as his phone vibrated, from Sam. Reading the message, he narrowed his eyes, wondering what could have happened while his brother was away from him. When he had left them, things were relatively calm, and Sam was away.

“Huh. Apparently something happened to Sam and the others, too. He didn’t elaborate, but he’s on his way here, I think.”, he explained to Mika as she finished dressing. He typed a message back to Sam, with a sigh.

“Is everyone okay? Do you still have the girl?”

He then turned to the door and opened it, “If Sam’s coming, maybe he has some info we don’t.”

Cason

Cason rolled his eyes once again at her, watching her put on her jacket after shoving him. He watched her intently, only shifting his gaze when she mentioned the diner ahead of them. He snapped his head to it and shrugged, “It doesn’t look too terribly gross, considering everything else around.”

He snarled his nose a bit at the idea of eating in this town, considering most of the shops were dead and it was quiet. To him, this meant either the food was really good, or really bad. Neither really mattered, to him, as he didn’t need to eat, but alas: Esme was a human.

As he was thinking, he noticed that Esme became suddenly uncomfortable, and he turned to look behind them, his eyes and ears scanning. He knew, just from being around her when she was with other humans, that she was intuitive in some capacity. So, if she was feeling off, there was probably a reason.

And the reason showed itself, with the click of a hammer being pulled on a gun. Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned around, pushing Esme behind him with his hand pressing against the small of her back. He held a hand out to the man, “Hey. It’s a little early in the day to get yourself killed, isn’t it?”

The man held the gun with a shaky hand and pointed it directly at Cason’s face as he stammered, “I n-need your car keys…and your wallet.”

“Well, I’m so sorry, but that’s not going to happen today. And you really shouldn’t point that thing at someone you’re not willing to kill.”, Cason explained to the man, making sure Esme was firmly pressed to his back. The man stepped forward, shoving the gun at Cason’s face.

“Who says I’m not?!”, the man screamed. Cason simply smirked, until the guy uttered the next words.

“And now…the things I’m going to do to her…”

Before the man could react, Cason growled and closed the gap between them, snapping his neck with one quick motion. The man’s body dropped to the ground with a thud, and Cason turned to Esme, huffing a bit before smiling.

“There. That’s better.”, he quipped before grabbing one of the guys legs, and dragging him over near a dumpster, and rejoining Esme with a sigh.

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Dean finished his breakfast as Bobby explained the job, half listening to everything. It sounded like a run of the mill ghost hunting trip, and nothing they couldn’t knock out in a couple of hours. However, he knew that those trips usually were the ones he ended up injured on. So, he took mental notes to carry extra weapons, if the took this case.

“This thing isn’t hurting anyone, so why is it our type of case?”, he muttered, as he leaned forward and glanced over the file of notes that Mika was flipping through. As he looked at the situation with the kids that had gone into the house, he saw a few occurrences of them being touched, or slightly injured which caused him to sigh, “Okay, it is our sort of thing…”

“But Minnesota? Bobby…”, he groaned, leaning back in his chair and whining at the idea of having to drive all the way to Minnesota for a ghost hunt. There was no telling which car Bobby would force them to take, or whether he and Mika could stand each other that long, locked in a car. Sure, they were sexually explosive and they loved each other…and were nice to each other…but a lot comes out in the wash when people ride in cars.

“It had to be Minnesota. Why not send us to friggin Canada…”, he complained again, his face pouty.

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Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika, ready to defend himself to her with a scared look before Bobby chimed in and said that he didn’t believe him anyway. Sinking in his chair a bit, he stabbed his fork into his food and took a bite with a pout.

As he chewed, he glanced up at Mika who was looking at him and gave a small smirk, kicking her leg under the table. While he regretted upsetting Bobby, and potentially being extremely disrespectful after he took him in, he also didn’t regret anything. It was just easier to…handle these situations in a hotel, where people didn’t listen, or pretended not to hear. He took another massive bite and raised his eyebrows at Bobby when he mentioned a case.

“Oh yeah? What kind of case? I need the work out I’m sore…”, he muttered, closing his eyes tightly as he instantly regretted saying the words. He recovered and stammered, “…y-you know…from working on the cars.”

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Annabeth

Annabeth was still sitting at the table with her hands on Sam’s bag when he walked back in. She turned her head toward the door to acknowledge him and sighed, “So, what was that all about? I’m assuming either a murder, or it was Cason.”

She didn’t honestly know what Cason was up to, but she knew that he had a way of rubbing people the wrong way. Someone shooting him, or him losing his temper and shooting some random guy wouldn’t surprise her at all.

She raised her hand up to the scarf still around her head and smirked, deciding to joke with Sam about her mostly blindness, “By the way…you look handsome today…”

Cason

Cason rolled his eyes heavily at Esme refusing to take his hand after not reacting to his abs in her face. He was truly playing games with her, testing limits. Normal stuff. He noticed she was looking for her jacket, which he kinda remembered Sam mentioning earlier.

“I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, disappearing from the room. He reappeared in Natalia’s room, next to her table. Without much hesitation, he grabbed the jacket, and smiled briefly at Natalia as she dressed, “Good morning!”

He then disappeared and reappeared in Esme’s room with her jacket in his hand. He held it up with a bright smile, just as she walked over to him. He stepped up close to her and shoved the jacket into her chest, “You might need this…”

Watching her brush past him again, he rolled his eyes and grabbed his own coat, jogging to catch up with her as she left the room.

“You pick. I’ll pay.”, he spoke, jogging up beside her and brushing his arm with hers, “I’ll just make sure to hide the knives.”

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled at her sleepy state, moving to allow her to sit up as he shrugged, “We didn’t find much. There’s not a lot of magical winged things in the world that don’t lead back to what the dude said…”

He stopped his words and sighed with his eyes closed, “I think he might be an Angel, like he said. But Bobby’s still looking.”

He opened his eyes and noticed the cut for the first time in the conversation, reaching a hand up to touch around the outside of it, happy that the swelling had gone down. At her last question, he shook his head.

“Nah. I’m gonna check in on Sammy here in a few. It’s not like him to be this quiet, honestly. And we need to fill him in on what happened last night. Hopefully, he had a good break.”, he joked a bit, wondering if his brother had been relaxing while they were gone, since he hadn’t heard from him, and he was surrounded by people when they left him. He stood from the bed and pulled out his phone, texting Sam.

“Hey. We need to talk. Where are you?”

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Dean stayed in his place, chewing like a child until Bobby snapped at them. The look on his face made Dean swallow his food loudly, nervous at what the hell could come next. He glanced around Bobby to make sure there wasn’t a gun or a knife on the table, with the look he was giving them. He obeyed Bobby, trying to reach for Mika as she walked away, but followed her to the table and carefully sat in an empty chair, close to the countertop.

He could barely raise his eyes from the top of the table as Bobby glared at them and started to rant. Dean couldn’t help but smirk at what he took as a type of praise for his efforts, despite Bobby’s tone. But as his volume rose with every word, Dean began to flinch, closing his eyes tightly and trying to hide a smirk.

“Um. Yeah, Bobby…”, he started, not even knowing how to respond to someone he viewed as a father giving him a talk, even worse that it was Bobby’s niece he was…having fun with.

“I told her it would probably be a bad idea, but you know how she is…”, he muttered, giving a sheepish smile as he threw Mika under the bus.

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Dean stared around the kitchen, looking at all the food as if it was sent by heaven. He smiled widely, stepping in slowly and carefully, in case Bobby was in a throwing mood. It wasn't uncommon for Bobby to throw things at him when he was frustrated, especially if he had been drinking. On that thought, he glanced over at Bobby's coffee cup sitting on the counter and winced at the fact that it was probably Irish.

He picked up a piece of bacon from a plate nearby, and quickly made his way back to Mika for protection while shoving it in his mouth. Wrapping his arm around her waist he smiled brightly at Bobby again, his tongue between his teeth and decided to speak, "Good morning...Bobby. The bacon is um...it's good!"

He glanced toward Mika with a small shrug, his mouth full of bacon as he spoke.

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Cason

As Cason finished buckling his belt, he glared over toward the table at her little smartass threat. He rolled his eyes, and shoved his feet into his boots. He knew she would shoot him if he didn’t stop, but he was having a lot of fun. What’s another bullet hole?

He picked his shirt up and fiddled with it in his hands for a bit as he approached and stood in front of her, taking in the response to his questions, finally. He shrugged his shoulders, “I could eat. I mean, it could be dangerous, you running around a town you don’t know. I might as well come along…you know…”

He reached his arms up, pulling the t-shirt over his head, his abs twitching as he did so. He inwardly laughed as his head popped through the neck, and he slowly pulled the bottom over his stomach and finally to rest around his hips.

“So, wanna go for a walk? Same town, greasy spoons…we can go find food.”, he quipped, reaching a hand out to her.

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Cason

Cason scoffed when she mentioned she was only violent around him. In his eyes, he took that as almost a sweet little nod to his efforts. Although, he should have known better, considering how rough things had been. The thought kind of made him smile. She was scared of him, in ways.

As she walked back into the room, he looked up at her after a couple of seconds, his eyes trailing from her clean face, over her body, down to her bare feet, “You look…better.”

He watched her sit down, and shrugged his shoulders at her question. The demons picking up her car wouldn’t screw him over. They knew better. How good they were with driving, he didn’t really care, as long as the car got there in one piece. Sighing, he stood from the bed and stretched with a groan, “They won’t screw up, if that’s what you’re asking. Your car will get here in one piece, and if it doesn’t, I’ll kill them in front of you…you know…for damages.”

He said the words casually, snapping his fingers and causing a pile of clothing to land on the bed beside him. He rolled his eyes at the fact that his mind had conjured a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans. It was so…pedestrian. Sighing, he picked up the jeans and laid them out, before stripping his own long sleeve shirt over his head.

He paused, glancing over at her to see if she was looking at him, before causing his pecs to jump lightly. He chuckled with full teeth, and pushed his pants down, stepping out of his boots at the same time that he stepped out of them. He quickly whipped the belt from his old pants, and pulled the new ones on, hopping a bit to get them over his legs.

“And where do you plan to go?”, he asked her, buttoning his jeans and starting on his belt, “What are your plans today?”