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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason moved his head side to side on his shoulders, mocking her for telling him to stop worrying. His smile never left his face as he did so. He really was concerned for her driving, but he also knew that she wouldn’t shut up if he drove. They might have made strides in the past day, but not that much progress.

Smiling brightly at the waitress, he took the packages of food from her as she reached them out to him, “Thank you, love…keep the change.”

He handed her a hundred dollar bill, and turned back to Esme, “Well, let’s go pass out the food and get going. I’m eager to see how Dean Winchester reacts to all this. It’ll be better than the movies…”

He wrapped an arm around her waist, making sure she had a good grip on her drink, and disappeared, reappearing in Sam’s room again, where he sat the bags down in front of Annabeth.
“Dispersal time. I’m going with Esme. You guys should hurry…”, he quipped, releasing Esme from his other arm.

Annabeth

Annabeth smirked at how everything seemed so calm, considering. Although, Sam and Natalia talking about Cason had her attention. She noticed how weird he was acting, too, and it made her wonder exactly what his angle was…all over again.

She smiled at Natalia’s offer to take her in her car, but shook her head lightly, “I think I’ll stick with Sam. For some reason, he seems to chill me out. With no eyes…you know…riding in a car is weird.”

She gave a small chuckle just as Cason appeared in the room. She could feel him, and Esme as they arrived. She straightened herself on the bed and turned her face toward them as Cason spoke. Her eyebrows furrowed behind her sunglasses and she turned, as if looking at Sam and shrugged her shoulders a bit.

“You’re bossy…”, she muttered to Cason, which caused him to give her an exasperated look, “You’re bossy, and we’ve already figured out the rides. I’m going with Sam…”

Cason nodded, giving Sam a look like ‘what happened to her’ at her confidence.

Dean Winchester

Dean knew Mika was right about killing them being the worst case scenario. But he also knew the worst case scenario tended to find them, every single time. He put his legs down on the floor, taking his book with him as he quickly strolled into the kitchen.

“I need coffee, and they need to hurry up…”, he muttered to himself, but loud enough for them to hear. Bobby sighed loudly, putting his pencil down and rubbing his eyebrows.

“Dean.”, he started, “They’ll be here when they get here. For now, you need to concentrate. Being scared is one thing, but being reckless is something I ain’t lettin’ you dive into. Get your coffee, and either go work on something in the garage, or come help us find something. Take these notes if you need to and work it out with Mika…on a computer or something.”

As Bobby gave him a small speech, Dean looked down at the coffee pot and swallowed heavily at the thoughts of Castiel’s presence and what he could possibly want. Those thoughts mixed with memories from heaven, and he began blinking heavily, resting a hand on the counter to attempt to not cower on the floor.

“I’ll um…I’ll get on the computer here in a second. I just need a minute.”, he answered Bobby, and poured a cup of coffee.

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When Mika squeezed his hand, Dean closed his eyes for a second, before clearing his throat and stepping out of the car completely. He leaned over the roof of the car, and made a face to let her know he was thinking about her question, of snacks. He then pointed, “Pork Rinds and Coke…”

He usually drank very little other than beer and maybe the occasional club soda. But something about fat and cola just struck him as perfect road food, and less chances of needing to make pit stops. He gave her a smile, before running around to the back of the car and lifting the fuel hatch, similarly to John’s.

As he filled up, he looked around the parking lot. He caught a glimpse of a young boy with shaggy hair, and flashes of Sam’s smile burned his brain as he sighed and watched the young boy laugh. Maybe time away from his brother wasn’t what he needed, just time away from John. He turned his head back toward the interior of the shop while the gas pumped, watching Mika’s every move as she walked around.

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Annabeth

Annabeth shrugged her shoulders at Cason when he asked about breakfast. She could tell that he was softened up this morning, which meant he was having a nice conversation. That much she knew about him from dating him. She sighed and shrugged her shoulders at him, “I guess I’ll just take what Sam got…”

“Yes, ma’am…”, Cason muttered with a smile, remembering the orders. He pointed a finger around the room, “I’ll be right back. Get your stuff together.”

Cason seemed ultra worried and bossy this morning, and his mind only seemed to be on Esme. Anna could help but noticed how obsessed or possessive he was acting. But at the same time, he wasn’t her problem anymore.

As he disappeared again, she sighed.

“What are the car arrangements this time around? We have an extra car, so we don’t have to cram up in two this time.”, she gave a light laugh.

Cason

Cason disappeared from Sam’s room and showed up in front of Esme at the diner with a piece of paper in his hand. He smiled at her, and pushed a loose hair behind her ear, before stepping up to the counter and giving the orders to the waitress working it. He stepped back over to Esme and smiled.

“So, your car is outside the hotel, officially. I’m grabbing food for the others, to try and extend and olive branch, if you will. Then, we are headed to Sioux Falls, so that the brothers can do their…thing. So, I guess we are headed out after the food comes up. Are you good to drive?”, he asked her, looking over her with concern.

Dean Winchester

Dean felt ganged up on, as they both shot down his idea of spell casting and his complaints about reading. Everyone in this house knew that he hated the books. He loved the information Bobby could find in them, but he himself hated books. A lot of times, the books came up with dead ends or such huge gaps that ended up almost getting people killed. But no one had died yet…

He sighed, reading through his book about Angels. As he did so, things from the conversation with Castiel flooded into his brain. Castiel had brought him back from Hell, brain intact, body intact. Castiel needed him for a God Mission.

“He said he had work for me…”, he muttered, reading over a paragraph of text about nephilums and humans within the context of the Bible, “What if the work has something to do with Sam, or that girl Anna? What if heaven wants me to murder my brother, or some kid…”

He didn’t even know how close to right he was at that time, but as the thoughts swirled around in his head, he stared at the pictures in his book and frowned, before glancing back up at Mika as Bobby spoke.

“It wouldn’t be that shocking, honestly. There’s sibling murder, parents murdering kids, and all kinds of junk along those lines in the Bible. But typically, there’s a reason for all of it…like some type of evil being stopped or a part of a grand gesture to God.”, Bobby explained, taking a drink of whiskey, “And we haven’t exactly seen much proof of the big man, or what his plans are…just an angel in a trenchcoat who was feeling grabby.”

Dean stared off a bit as Bobby explained what he had read. Bobby finished off by pushing the book he was reading across the counter with a sigh, “At the moment, until Castiel decides to show back up, there’s not much we can do. Maybe your brother knows something. Missing eyes sounds like something.”

Dean nodded, his eyebrows still furrowed as his eyes traveled to Mika. He pulled his book back up toward his face, but put it down again directly after, “Fighting angels to keep from killing my brother. This is not something I expected, when thinking about my life…”

He gave a small laugh, and bit his lip.

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Dean thought about pulling over, and glanced for the first time in a while down at the gas hand. Considering how low the gas mileage was on these old cars, he tilted his head to the side in surrender to stopping at a gas station.

“I’ll stop up here at the next Gas n Sip. She could use a drink.”, he muttered, carefully leaning forward to stare through the windshield closer. He sighed at the thoughts of what had happened the last time they were in Minnesota. He didn’t answer her after she finished explaining that they were okay. He knew they were, but it was something he would never truly get over, when he looked at her.

Pulling into the gas station, he put the car in gear and turned to her, “I just need you to be careful. I’ve said it before, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you, simple hunt or not.”

He muttered the words while rubbing his eyes, and opened his door to step out. It wasn’t that he was in a bad mood, as much as he was worried that them being on a hunt together could go south super quickly. He knew he couldn’t leave her if she was in trouble, but he damn sure knew she wouldn’t leave him, if he asked her to. And the simplest hunts could end bloody.

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Dean nodded with a small smile, closing the door after her legs were safely in the car. He tapped the window gently, as he always used to do when putting Sam in a car, and sighed at the memories, before quickly walking around to the passenger seat and getting in, himself. Her car was slightly nicer than John’s, and much cleaner. He gripped the steering wheel, rolling his hand around it before shoving the key in the ignition and starting it up with a rumble.

“It’s a ghost hunt…and we don’t hate each other. How bad can it be?”, he joked, as they pulled out of Bobby’s place and out onto the open road.

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Dean was a bit quiet for most of the first part of the drive, watching the mile markers as they got closer and closer to Minnesota. The town they were headed to was closer to the border, which meant he didn’t have to be there long, if they could finish the job quickly. He turned to Mika a bit as they reached the halfway point.

“You wanna drive at some point? I’m good, if you’re good.”, he muttered, blinking his eyes from watching the road for so long. He did his best to both watch the road and also trail his eyes down to her throat as more memories flooded in from their last run in. The thought made his stomach drop a bit, and he swallowed heavily.

“I um…I can’t help but think of the last time we were here. I mean…the last two days have been spectacular, you know? But, regardless of who you were at the time, I hurt you, and I was so mad. I shouldn’t have let myself get to that place.”, he explained, sighing heavily with a shudder, “I mean, at least Sam’s not here to add to things, right?”

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Annabeth

Annabeth smiled at the fact that everyone seemed to at least be able to joke this morning. After the trauma filled day, before, it was welcomed. She pushed her sunglasses up on her nose, and looked to Nat, “Nat, then. Hi! Call me Anna…”

Saying her own shortened name caused a flash to hit her in the face, a vision of a dark cabin washed through her head. Someone screaming, that sounded like Sam’s brother, and at the end of the vision was a smiling Sam, looking a good decade younger, but with the same smile. She smiled at the vision, but also furrowed her eyebrows and sighed as she came out of it.

“On second thought, I’m not going to lie…I just had a vision.”, he whispered, her hands shaking as she pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and turned to Sam, “Maybe a quick breakfast before we hit the road?”

Right as she finished the sentence, Cason showed up, smiling and clapping his hands.

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed and threw his hand up at Mika’s running to grab a book. He was so tired of books. He just wanted to kill something. This called for killing something, right? Surely something that could remove eyes was something to kill. Unless it was an angel. Then they didn’t know how to kill them. He worked over the thoughts in his head, calculating slowly on the outside as Bobby cleared his throat.

“Don’t hurt yourself, boy…”, Bobby muttered, stepping over to his desk slowly with a groan and a sigh. He sat down and leaned his elbow over the desk, flipping the page in the book he had been reading before.

Dean rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Mika, much to the complaint of the old piece of furniture. It popped with his weight but he ignored it, throwing his legs over Mika’s lap and grabbing one of the discarded books lying on one end.

“You sure there’s not a spell we can do? Like…isn’t there something that we can call for and try to figure it out. Maybe something in the veil, or another hunter has heard of her, and what’s going on?”, he asked Bobby. Bobby simply looked up at him with a scowl and shook his head.

“After the nap Mika and Me took yesterday, you want to start summoning things, again? Read the damn book, and help me find something, if you want to help your brother…idjit.”

Dean frowned and leaned his head against the back of the couch with a loud groan. Hopefully, Sam showing up would make this less painful.

Cason

Cason smiled a bit brighter at how nice Esme was suddenly being. It was welcomed, and he felt as if he had made strides with her, and now maybe she would trust him. As he stared at her, and stood beside her when she asked if he was ready to go, he caught a sound in his head. One of his demon goons was calling him. Rolling his eyes, he spoke aloud, “Get out of here, and leave the keys in the seat.”

Turning back to Esme, he smiled and pointed a finger at her, to tell her to wait, “I’m going to check in with the others, since Samuel isn’t answering my text. Be right back.”

He disappeared and reappeared in front of Annabeth’s chair in Sam’s room, straightening his jacket as he did so.

“So, while I’m at the diner…would anyone like a sandwich? Esme’s car is here, and I think we’re headed out.”, he explained, without explaining his popping in. Annabeth’s head perked up, which caused him to look down at her with soft eyes, before glaring at Sam subtly, “I figure you want to get back to your brother as soon as possible, right?

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Dean pushed off the side of the car as she approached, watching her walk toward him. He kept his eyebrows raised, but kept a scowl on his face as he stared into space, or rather, her body. He flinched a bit at the trunk slamming and turned to her, matching her smile.

“You would trust me to drive your car?”, he asked, more rhetorical than anything. Every now and then, John would let him drive his own Impala, if he was injured or it was a long drive. But he usually just camped out in the large passenger seat.

He held the keys in his hand and shrugged, “I think this car could use a little exercise, after dealing with your driving for the past several years. After I get ahold of her, she’ll never be the same.”

He waggled his eyebrows with a small laugh, and turned to open the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in. He wasn’t looking forward to the drive to Minnesota, or even staying in Minnesota. Nothing good happened in Minnesota, for him, and it was infested with Vampires. He sighed again, and let the smile return to his lips as he came out of his thoughts and held the door frame.

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Annabeth

Annabeth smiled at Natalia, nodding her head lightly when she asked her how she was doing, “I’m honestly fine. I slept well…”

If she had eyes, she would have cut them over to Sam, which she attempted to do with her face. When she heard Sam’s phone beep at sending the text message to Dean, she shrugged at his question, “I could eat. And the eye problem isn’t getting any worse, so…we could go eat. Most of these one story hotels tend to have restaurants nearby.”

She wasn’t sure how she remembered that, or why the layout of the hotel in general felt familiar, almost like being around Sam. She felt a small smile creep onto her face, at the smirk she heard in his. She liked seeing him smile, what little time she was able to see his face.

“And we can’t have Natalia hungry the entire drive…”, she joked, saying Natalia’s name for the first time.

Dean

Dean reached out and ran a hand against Mika’s side as she started to the door, sighing at her words. He was almost afraid to know what Sam needed to tell him, after what they had experienced with the angel in the barn.

When the ping came in, he almost jumped, opening the message and hanging the phone down at his hip as he kissed her back quickly and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m assuming so. He’s been up all damn night, and since when does Bobby pull an all nighter without an Irish?”

He chuckled a bit, now alone in the room and read the text message with a gasp, “Lost her eyes…?”

He whispered the words to try and understand what the hell could have been happening, but he knew he wouldn’t get answers until Sam arrived. He stared at the message for a few seconds, running over the words again. The girl was alive, but without her eyes. What the hell could have happened in the short time he was gone, that would have caused that?!

‘No eyes is a little more than not okay, Sam.
Get here as fast as you can.
And keep her alive until she gets here.’

He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran out the door and down the stairs quickly, needing to tell someone what Sam had said. He was met at the bottom of the stairs by Bobby and a cup of coffee.

“Found something about angels.”, he muttered, shoving the cup of coffee into Dean’s hands. Dean took it gladly, but narrowed his eyes as Bobby continued, “But nothing on any Castiel…yet.”

Dean rolled his eyes, and spoke loud enough for both of them to hear him, “Well, Sam’s got his own issues, apparently. Turns out, little blonde girl…um…Anna, yeah she lost her eyes.”

Bobby’s eyes widened, “What the hell?”

“That’s what I said…he should be here in a few hours. In the meantime, do we know of anything that would do something like that?”, Dean took a drink of coffee before sighing at Bobby’s shake of the head. He threw his hands up, “Books…again. Nice."

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Dean nodded lightly, his bag thrown over his right shoulder as he assessed in his mind everything they needed. He assumed that since Mika was going, Bobby had probably packed her up, to make sure they didn’t forget anything. He spun on his heel after the small kiss to his cheek and walked over to the coat rack, rummaging his hands through her pockets.

Finding her keys, he twirled them on his fingers and caught them in his palm with a ‘hmph’. He turned to Bobby and held the keys up, “Keep your phone on. I’ll text you when we get there and everything. Take care of yourself, while we’re gone…”

He wanted to make sure that Bobby was thinking of himself while they were gone, but also was on call, because at times he was all they had to fall back on. He then opened the door and made the small walk to Mika’s Impala, running his hands from the hood, all the way down the side of the car and then around to the trunk before slipping the key into the lock. He opened it with a smile, at how similar it was to John’s Impala, despite being a different year. Throwing his bag in the trunk, he turned back to the house, and leaned against the side of the car, waiting for Mika.

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Dean smiled brightly and clapped his hands, before standing up from the table finally, “YEAH! I actually got something I wanted…Today’s going to be a good day.”

He scooted over to the liquor cabinet, rummaging through the bottles carefully. His eyes finally landed on the cheap scotch Bobby always saved for the end of a good hunt. Considering Dean never seemed to be there when Bobby came back, whether with Rufus or some other hunter. He pulled the bottle out and danced back across the room with it in his hand, just as Mika confirmed they were taking the Impala.

He ran up to her with the Scotch clutched above his head and wrapped his arm around her, giving her a kiss on the top of the head, “Yeah, yeah..salt, iron, maybe some holy water just in case…”

As he confirmed what they needed to get, he waved Bobby off. Then he realized Bobby wouldn’t let them leave until they packed. So, he sighed and stepped out of the kitchen, “Fine…fine. I’ll go grab my clothes. Make sure we have salt and iron. You guys are no fun, not being happy for me…”

It was one of Dean’s babyish pouts he tended to have out of rare bouts of selfishness. He knew it got his way with Sam, but not typically with Bobby. Sighing, he threw his hands up and ran up the stairs to get his bag. By the time he got back down the stairs with the bag, his pout was gone.