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Supernatural - After The End

Dean paced in the basement hallway of Bobby’s house, taking a deep breath as he pinched the bridge of his nose. This was insane. They were running out of time to kill this thing, but at the same time, they didn’t really want to. Who wanted to kill a baby? Even worse, who wanted to kill a pregnant woman?

As another scream left Amy’s mouth, from the next room, Dean flinched and closed his eyes tightly. What was he supposed to do? They had spent the last few months staying with Amy. They made sure she was safe, until they could figure out what to do. But there was nothing to do. She refused to give the baby up, no matter what they told her. Castiel refused to kill her. Bobby had all but checked out, agreeing to let them use the basement for her room, but that was about it.

He was alone, except for Sam. And now? Sam was panicking almost as bad as he was. They had managed to get Ellen to come over, if anything to assist in the birth. It was something that the three men knew absolutely zilch about. Another scream rang out, with a small rumble, this time.

“Dammit…”, Dean whispered to himself, picking up a bottle of whiskey from the staircase and kicking back a long drink. As Amy screamed again, a bright light showing through the door of the safe room, and everything went silent, before Ellen stepped out of the room, her face horrified, “Ellen?”

Ellen simply shook her head, a tear running down her cheek. She gave him a sad look, glancing down at her bloody hands briefly, and then ascended the staircase. Dean took a deep breath, his eyes wide as he realized what she was saying. They had both died. He didn’t want to check, alone.

“Sam?!”, he yelled up the staircase, staring at the cracked open door in front of him.

Supernatural Stories Please!

I'll keep you in mind, as I have a lot of SPN Rps going on right now lol.

If any of them drop off or I get more time to join another, I will PM you. <3

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean had just stepped into the room and under the rain. He turned briefly to Mika as she spoked about taking photos and nodded, “Yeah. If anything, we can send them to Bobby and figure out what all of this is.”

As she did exactly what he suggested, he squinted his eyes and continued into the rain which was now permeating his jacket and hair. It was just water, much to his surprise. He almost smiled and soaked in the rain, as it was the first time he had felt the rain hitting his face, in a long time. As he bathed in his thoughts, Mika cried out, causing him to flinch and turn to her.

“MIKA!”, he screamed back, trying to run toward her. As he chased her, the door slammed in his own face, causing him to smash against it, and bang his fists against the wood, “Son of a bitch. MIKA!”

The door slowly creaked open as Dean sloshed through the water, and found her phone. Thankfully it still worked, and they might have still had the photos. He pulled his gun, and stepped toward the slightly opened door, hooking the end of his gun against the side of the door and pushing it the rest of the way open. Silence in the hall, aside from the sound of footsteps.
“MIKA!”, he shouted out into the hall. As he stepped into the hall, his body completely dried instantly, even his hair. Holding her phone up, he realized it wasn’t even wet, “What the hell is going on?!”

His scream echoed down the hall, as the walls seemed longer, and the narrow passage seemed to end in pitch black darkness.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gritted his teeth at every single step as he ascended them. They might have looked perfectly sound, but they didn’t sound it. He was half expecting one of his large boots to fall straight through any second. Much to his relief, he eventually reached the top of the staircase and took a deep breath, just as he noticed the flicker of the lights as well.

“Great. Now we’re trapped up here, if they decide to ambush us. Joy joy…”, he groaned, also jumping when the figure crossed the hall in front of them. He stood still, holding his gun in front of him, and reaching behind him to hold Mika close to his ass, “Yeah. I would say we’re not alone…eh?”

Realizing it was just a ghost, he stepped forward, continuing down the hall. He found an open door, as he jiggled each one. Turning his face to Mika, he stopped what he was doing as the doorknob turned with ease. Gritting his teeth, he carefully pushed the door open. The second that he entered the room, he noticed the strangest thing he had ever witnessed in a ghost hunt. It was raining…in the room. The water didn’t seem to be pooling on the floor, at that moment. Just rain. Stepping back into the door frame, he looked around the room, watching the lights flicker as the rain came down.

“What the hell is going on here?”, he asked Mika, his voice both excited by something new and terrified of something…new.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean watched Mika’s wheels turn as she debated what to do first. He had a feeling she wanted to split from him, but he was thankful she didn’t ask. He couldn’t do it. He sighed and stood close to her, hearing out her plan and gripping his flashlight. When she found the entrance, he turned his own flashlight toward it, keeping it there as they approached.

He, too, pulled his gun from the back of his belt, holding it over his flashlight. He wanted to allow her to take control of the entire situation, but also to keep her safe. If he could let her make the calls, but keep her from running away, he was going to take that deal, any day.

As they stepped into the house, Dean’s mouth fell open at how clean everything seemed. He also noticed as they stepped in that there was a certain level of electricity still running through the house, lighting the fake torches that were scattered about the walls in the corridors. The place almost looked cared for.

“Yeah this is…not something I expected.”, he muttered, still mesmerized as he ran a finger across one of the dustless bannisters. He looked all around the room, shutting his flashlight off and tucking it into the interior pocket of his jacket. Pulling his gun in front of him with both hands, he opened a couple of cabinets, inspecting the clean dishes inside.

“Are we sure we aren’t trespassing?”, he asked quietly, noting that other than the place caving in on the outside, it seemed like someone was still living here, and comfortably at that. He stepped back up close to her, as the noise sounded upstairs. His gun instinctively pointed toward the point of origin for the noise, the center of the ceiling. He furrowed his brow and pointed silently with his head, toward the stair case, stealthily gliding over to the bottom step and tiptoeing onto it with a slight creak. The sound made him cringe, and stop for a second, before biting the bullet and slowly making his way up the stairs.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued giggling as she called him an idiot, but quickly turned his flashlight to the ground for seeing when she stepped away from him. He followed her, shining his light against the back of her legs, since she was leading the way. As they came up to the hole in the fence, he also rolled his eyes and groaned at fitting his body through yet another tight space.

“Ugh. My shoulders are too wide for this…”, he groaned again, pushing the fence open with his own hands as he crawled through the hole with his bag in his hand, tossing it at her feet when he finally got it free of the sharp edges of the fence.

He stood up straight and checked his shirt and pants for holes, although he figured he would end up with a few anyway while they were hunting. He was hard on clothes.

“The notes said the cavern was the, quote, ‘scariest and most traumatizing’. So, I’m torn. On one hand, I want to get the trauma out of the way. On the other hand, maybe the house is where the bad stuff is and we can just get rid of it and go into NO cavern.”, he explained, attempting to chicken out of ending up in a potentially claustrophobic situation in the caverns. But he also knew they would end up there. They always did.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Annabeth

Cason released Esme as they landed, his face turning to concern when she seemed to be ill from the teleport. He wasn’t used to taking humans along with him, as he hadn’t done so in a while…well not full blooded humans, that is.

“I’m sorry…”, he muttered as she stepped away from him and sat down. He continued to stare at her, with concern, until Sam spoked up and he rolled his eyes, glaring back at him, “I’m not being bossy. I’m being proactive. We have work to do…”

He ignored the thanks for the food, or even that he was speaking about eating before they left, although it caused a small eye roll. He then turned his attention to Annabeth, pointing a finger at her.

“Can we talk? Bring your food if you want, but I need to talk to you.”, he almost whispered to her, trying to keep his annoyance at a level that was less threatening.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow behind her sunglasses, turning her face to Sam before back to Cason and then gave a small nod. She knew that they needed to talk about everything that had happened, considering how fast their lives had changed in less than two days. They went from a couple that hung out with their friends, and shared an apartment, to strangers.

She stood, holding her sandwich in her hand as she followed him toward the door. Taking a bite of her sandwich, she stepped through the door as he opened it. He then closed it behind her and stepped up close, so she knew where he was.

“Is there anything that I can say, that will make you leave, right now?”, he asked her, as she munched on her sandwich. She shook her head at him and he sighed, “I get it, some weird connection is happening with you and Sam Winchester. But you have to understand that he’s going to get you killed. He gets everyone killed. He already got you killed!”

“He didn’t…”, she muttered, between bites, shaking her head at him. He lightly stomped his foot in frustration, and placed his hands on his hips.

“There are things coming that they don’t understand. They are things you can’t possibly comprehend. Now, I’m not leaving, if you’re not leaving, but I need you…to go.”, he begged her, which caused her to frown visibly.

“I’m not leaving him, Cason. I’m not leaving any of them. If I’m some sort of weapon…or some sort of key to something, I want to be with people who won’t hide from it. They accept me. They don’t lie to me…”, as she spoke to him, his face melted into regret but understanding.

“I’m sorry, I lied to you. I’ll tell you what I know, when you’re ready to hear it.”, he explained softly. He was disappointed when she just simply nodded, standing as if she just wanted to go back into the room. He sighed and reached behind him, opening the door for them to enter, as the others should have been finishing up their meals by then.

Annabeth stepped back over to Sam, reaching a hand out and running it along his shoulder for support as she sat back down beside him, causing Cason to run a hand down his face in frustration.

“Well, if we can head to Sioux Falls, now…that would be great. One of my guys mentioned something, earlier at the diner, about more angels coming down. I don’t know if they are with you, or against you…but I would figure you would want to be with your Bobby Singer, when they come. He seems to be at least competent…”, Cason rambled, before reaching down and picking up Esme’s hand, “Are you okay?”

Dean Winchester

Dean pushed back against the visions he was having, and brought a shaky hand up to get a drink of coffee. He turned around and slowly stepped back into the living room, grabbing his laptop off one of the tables almost silently. Until Sam arrived, he didn’t really have much to say. He wanted his brother, within arms reach, to be safe.

He stepped back into the kitchen and sat at the table, flipping the laptop open and sitting his coffee cup down on the table top. As he pecked away at the computer, a few things popped up, on church websites. There were people who had seen things, they couldn’t explain. Faith healers popping up in random cities, shooting stars with no sign of rubble after they hit the earth, and the demon omens were few and far between over the entire Earth. The angels were clearly scaring the demons.

Printing a few of the articles to the printer behind Bobby, he clicked over to another tab and began looking at the more brutal books of the bible, and interpretations of those parts. He sighed when he came to Lucifer, staring at a painting, and trying to figure out why it struck him in a strange place in his chest. The painting almost made him nauseated. He remembered Hell. He had never seen Lucifer, only Alastair. It had always been Alastair.

“Printed off a few news stories for you to look at…”, he muttered across the room to Bobby. Bobby barely looked up from his book, turning and grabbing the pages off the printer behind him. As he shuffled through them, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are you insinuating that the demons are running? Why would demons run from angels, if they have always known about each other?”, Bobby asked. Dean shrugged his shoulders, peering at Bobby over the top of the computer.

“Maybe they’ve never met on a plane that they are equals? Or…maybe…angels can kick their asses on earth?”, Dean replied, which caused Bobby’s eyes to widen, “But the angels are most definitely not on our side. So, it seems like we’re screwed in the middle…again…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smiled at Mika putting on Bon Jovi. She knew him so well. Bon Jovi was a comfort band for him, when things seemed to be going south. He tapped his fingers on his knee, handing her M&M’s when she asked for them, while stuffing his mouth with salty snacks, as well. Maybe the drive wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

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As they arrived to the mansion, Dean looked up at it through the windshield, almost bending in half to get a good look at the place. He placed his hands on the dashboard and scoffed with a “huh…”

“This place looks like the beginning of a horror movie…”, he muttered, when Mika spoke up. He leaned back in his seat for a second, before reaching for the door handle, “I mean, more than usual, for us.”

Stepping out of the car, he ran around to the back of the car to meet her, and grab his own bag. They nearly banged heads as they dipped into the oversized trunk to grab both their gear. Dean slung his bag over his shoulder quickly, and pulled his military grade flashlight out of the side pocket, flicking it on. He took a deep breath and turned to Mika, holding the flashlight under his face with a wide smile.

“It was a daaaaark and stormy night…”, he started, chuckling with the words, “And a beautiful girl stepped out of her rumble monster car, looking for a view into the afterlife…”

He laughed, waggling his eyebrows at her, with the flashlight still shining under his chin.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean bit his lip, reaching out for the door and closing it as Mika stepped into the drivers seat. He was glad that they were getting moving, as he couldn’t stand much more of socializing at this time…even from afar. When she caught onto what was bothering him, he cleared his throat and nodded his head, thinking about Sam’s few hunts he had been on, and how well he did. He continued nodding, glancing over at her, “I know he will be. He’s tougher than I ever was…”

At the words, he cleared his throat once more and opened his Pork Rinds, taking a bite with a small smile. He knew Sam would be safe wherever he was, and that most things they hunted wouldn’t be near him, as they were usually more concerned with John. Sam was better off without them both.

He sighed and leaned back in his seat, before cheering, “Ghosts in Minnesota!”

Supernatural - After The End

So, the basic idea here is that Lucifer has been released from his cage. Michael has been up to some bullshit on earth, while trying to find and keep a temporary vessel. During said bullshit, he played "husband" to a woman that he had stolen her husband's body, by promising to protect her and her kids. What he didn't know, or didn't think about, was the fact that having sex with a human, even while undercover, makes scary things.

That scary thing is: The Nephilum.

So, now there's a baby coming, while the apocalypse is trying to come. Sam, Dean, and Cas are aware of the baby, but not quite aware of what it's capable of. The baby already knows of them. She has heard her mother speak of/to them, and she knows that they have considered killing her, but they don't feel like murderers.

(Like Jack 8 years later) Madison's mother has told her the world is a dangerous place, and she has heard of monsters from Sam and Dean, many times. So, she fully plans to alter her body, and become a young adult/older teenager as soon as her body is no longer protected by her mother's.

There's no way to know which fish is bigger - Lucifer or the Nephilum.

So, what would happen if in 2009 the brothers came across Michael's spawn, 8 years before they encountered Jack. How would it have changed the apocalypse?

That's the basic gist. I felt the need to post it here lol <3