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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean sighed in relief as she started speaking to him. He was driving as fast as he could down the empty road they had used to come in, and had no idea what time it was. But the road was completely empty. He cleared his throat, to try and clear any signs of stress away from his voice, “I second that. These hunts are hunts he should be coming on with us, if he’s so eager to send us. I’ll have words with him when we find somewhere to stay, trust me…”

As he trailed off, he noticed she asked how he was doing. He flexed his shoulders, realizing that when he did so, the pain seared across and up to his neck. Reaching a hand back, he pressed a hand flat to the back of his head and brought it around to look at it in the dim lighting of the car. It should have been surprising, but honestly wasn’t, that his hand was covered in blood.

“I’m fine. We need to worry about that leg, first…”, he muttered, wiping the blood on his jeans and taking the wheel with both hands again. A roadside motel, their usually choice, came into view as they entered the nearby city outskirts. Without hesitation, he whipped the car into the parking lot and screeched the tires to a stop, internally cringing after he did so. He wasn’t used to driving carefully.
Without saying much else, he stepped out of the car, and sprinted with a pained expression toward the office. The woman at the desk jumped and looked him over with large eyes at the sight of his wet hair, and scraped up bare chest. Looking down at his appearance, he gave her a sheepish smile.

“Um…I know I look rough, but I spilled food all over myself in my car. So, I need somewhere to shower.”, he started explaining, relieved that she seemed to relax a bit, albeit staring a bit more now that she found him less threatening. She gave him a nod and turned to her computer, while holding her hand out, “Oh…yeah…”

He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, frowning at how wet it was. Luckily, his cards were pretty much waterproof. He pulled one of them, and handed it to her. Within a few minutes, she tossed a key across the counter and went back to her magazine. Smiling thankfully, Dean patted the counter and ran back out to the car, opening Mika’s side.

“I got you right up front…”, he smiled, making another joke to make sure she was calm, “So, I don’t have to carry you far…”

He then helped her turn to where he could pick her up again, and hoisted her with a loud grunt, walking quickly to the first room in front of the car. He opened the door as best he could with one hand, and pushed it open, not hesitating to walk her over to the nearest bed. He sat her down and stood up straight with a pained groan.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shushed her, turning as she spoke and jogging with her in his arms, back to where her bag had fallen. He had remembered seeing it when he finally found her. With a rough grunt, he dipped, not letting her go, and grabbed the straps of the bag. He hoisted it around his shoulder and straightened himself with another groan. He was in a bit of pain, himself but he wasn’t sure exactly what was hurting his back. Right now, he had a mission.

As he followed her instructions on where to check for a way out, he spied his bag, still zipped and lying against the small wall. Sighing, he ran over to it as well, going through the same painful motions and throwing it around the shoulder on top of her bag.

“You’re fine. You’re going to be fine. I don’t want to hear you talk like that, you hear me?”, he finally spoke, referring to her saying she was the one who messed everything up. He clenched her tightly, and closed his eyes, feeling the air flowing through the cavern, “It’s this way…”

He whispered the last words, turning to his right and running through a tight tunnel. He hugged her a bit tighter to his chest as he did, realizing that he was getting extremely winded, and his back was screaming at him. It wasn’t something he normally paid much attention to during hunts, but couldn’t take his mind off, this time. They were both injured, but she was bleeding badly. Huffing, he finally reached the dark open air and stopped as he reached the entrance to the cavern, finding it surprisingly open. He was just as surprised that he recognized most of their surroundings, once he walked out of the cavern a little further, and not far to their left was Mika’s car.

“Hey…silver lining. You parked the getaway car, right next to the cavern. Who would have thunk?”, he joked, attempting to keep her calm as he walked quickly through the wet gravel, closing the last few meters between them and the car. He quickly used his free hand to shakily open the car door, and sat her down in the passenger seat, realizing in the interior light just how much blood was on his hands. He carefully placed her legs in, raising the injured one up onto the dash, “Keep this up here…It’ll help with the bleeding. Hey…everything is fine.”

As he finished his sentence, he reached down and cupped her chin, leaning in to give her a small kiss. He pulled away with his eyes pressed closed tightly, showing his worry and then huffed and ran around to the drivers side. Starting the car with a loud rumble, he peeled out of the gravel, his free hand on Mika’s thigh.

“Just talk to me…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean let out a bit of a shriek as the spirit grabbed him by the throat again, shoving the back of his head into the ground as he fell. It pushed harder than he had ever felt, putting pressure on his skull as he groaned. As he attempted to swing his chain at her, she stomped on his wrist, showing that she was stronger than almost any ghost he had ever fought. Just as his lights started to go out, he heard Mika’s voice again, and the ghost flamed out, screaming.

Taking a loud and deep breath, he regained most of his conciousness, staring up at the dripping ceiling of the cavern. Bringing a hand up to his throat, he gritted his teeth and groaned, realizing he was alive. He then heard Mika’s voice again, and realized she may need help. The realization caused him to quickly sit up and bring himself to a staggering stand on his feet.

“Ya think?!”, he asked her, not realizing she was referring to an injury, at first. He finally caught a glimpse of her, sitting on the ground and his eyes turned into saucers, “Shit, Mika!”

He ran to her, sliding and falling on his ass near her. He finished crawling to close the gap between them, taking her injured leg into his hands with a groan.

“You have any idea how to get out of here? We need to get this patched up fast…”, he gasped, quickly pulling his jacket off, and then his t-shirt over his head. He used the t-shirt to press against her leg, hissing at how bad it must have hurt, “Hold this here…”

He then wrapped his jacket around her shoulders, before shoving his arms under her legs and around her waist and standing with her. His own body felt broken, but they had to get out of here, and he refused to lose her again.

“Just tell me where to go…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean barely looked up when Mika sat down beside him. The subjects she would likely ask about were not things he knew if he could talk about, out loud. He sent everything over to Bobby, and after the small conversation, he finally looked over at her, attempting to not portray too much annoyance at her asking if he was okay, earlier.

“I’m fine…”, he muttered, his voice not at all convincing. He placed his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes roughly with his thumb and fingers. He wanted to tell her everything, but even as the visions of Hell and the pain of the racks played over and over in his mind, just as he sat there with her, and every time he closed his eyes, he couldn’t say the words.

“I um…I’m just worried about Sam. You know. All this angel stuff is pretty intense.”, he explained, sighing heavily. He didn’t notice Bobby staring at him from across the room. Bobby pulled out his cellphone, fumbling around with his fingers, as he rarely texted. He shot a text to Mika.

I think this is about Hell. Take him outside. See what you can get out of him.

He pressed send and kept his eyes on Mika, waiting for her to receive the message as he took a drink of whiskey and kept peering over the images of Lucifer and hellfire. He had a sinking feeling that Dean remembered everything, in the pit. He couldn’t imagine that even angels would be able to scrub the demons influence from his brain.

Annabeth and Cason

Cason reached a hand out to Esme, trying to turn his attention away from the obsession Annabeth seemed to have with being near the younger Winchester. He helped her stand up, steadying her with both hands as he did so, “Let’s go back to the room and get your stuff. I won’t teleport us anywhere, just don’t drive like a maniac.”

He spoke the words with a warm smile, which caused Annabeth to narrow her eyes in confusion. There was no way for them to understand why he was clinging to Esme, almost as if she was a drug, or something. Annabeth reached out for Sam, grabbing her small backpack from the floor as he decided to walk her to the car.

She knew that the best option was to get to Sioux Falls, and meet with this ‘Bobby Singer’. If he could help, she would be safe there. They would all be safe there. As she sat down in the car, she leaned her head back, attempting to prepare herself for riding in a car with no eyes once again. In her head, a voice she didn’t recognize began to speak to her. Trying not to draw Sam’s attention to her noticing the noise, she bit her lip and listened.

Hello, love.
You haven’t met me yet, and I want to introduce myself formally.
Just know that I’m here. You only need to ask. And it’s best that you keep this away from Dean Winchester. I’m not sure he’s ready to see me again, just yet.
I can fix your eyes.
I’m your one ally, you’ll find.
Keep that in mind.

The voice almost spoke in a poem, before stopping completely and leaving her confused. She sighed and turned her face toward Sam as he entered the car, with her. Suddenly, the voice was all she could think about.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean gasped to keep his breath as he desperately searched in the dark for Mika, his biggest fear of this entire hunt coming true before his eyes. He swam a little further toward a back wall, still not seeing her as he tried to keep his composure, “MIKA?!”

Almost as soon as he cried her name out again, he heard her voice and sighed with relief, which was short lived. He turned toward her voice, which was hard to find with the echo, his heart pounding in his chest, “CAN YOU GET TO THEM?! I’M OVER HERE. FOLLOW MY VOI-“

He was cut off by the spirit wrapping its hand around his throat, causing him to gag and attempt to hit it with the chain that he still had wrapped around his arm. However, before he could get a good shot on the ghost, it flung him, causing him to land roughly on his back. He coughed, and rolled onto his stomach, grabbing the chain with his hand as he fought his way back to his feet.

As he got to his feet, he attempted to run and jump back into the water, but was flung once again, the spirit standing over him as he swung the chain once again. The spirit disappeared, but instantly reappeared, which caused a frustrated sigh to leave his throat.

“MIKA! IF YOU CAN HEAR ME…HURRY!”, he screamed into the darkness, swinging the chain at the spirit, which flickered and moved to another spot near him. He would have to hold off the spirit until she could gather the remains.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean continued to follow what he assumed was a possessed Mika or a specter of a dead Mika, which he wasn’t even ready to consider. When the door opened on its own at the end of the hall, he had every feeling to turn back, or to shoot the thing in front of him, as it was clear that Mika was not walking in front of him.

“What the hell are you?”, he asked, only to be greeted with no answer. Anger boiling in his stomach, he reluctantly followed, all the way down the stairs, carefully looking around with his gun and flashlight as he stepped.

Hearing a scuffle, Dean peered down to where the spirit was pointing, his eyes going wide at the panic that swept over him. He was slowly realizing what was happening. Sprinting, he ran toward the scuffle and splashing, finally running into the area where Mika was being manhandled.

“Hey! Over here, you son of a bitch!”, he screamed, looking around for anything he could use to get rid of the spirit. Seeing a chain against the wall, he narrowed his eyes in confusion, as this seemed to be somewhere people were chained up. Shaking the feeling, he took a chance and ripped the rusty chain from the wall, it breaking easily. He then swung the chain at the spirit, causing it to disappear briefly.

Panting, he ran through the water, rolling over the small wall, unexpectedly landing in water that he couldn’t touch the bottom in. The panic swept over him, as he realized Mika had fallen into this same pool of water. Taking a deep breath, he dove down using his flashlight to search for her. As his held breath ran out of oxygen, he came back to the surface, gasping loudly as he turned desperately in circles in the water.

“MIKA?!”, he screamed into the echoing darkness.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean narrowed his eyes in the darkness to stare at Mika as she gestured to him. He held his gun toward the floor, but kept his grip on it as he stared at her and stepped toward her. She wasn’t acting right, and he was terrified that she was possessed by a ghost, or worse.

“M-Mika? Hey…we need to regroup, okay?”, he whispered to her, following her slowly as she led him, “Where did they take you? Are you hurt?”

When she didn’t answer him, he sighed, fighting a tear that was threatening his eye. He wasn’t prepared for this. It was the reason that Sam tended to be his blindspot when they were on hunts. If Sam ever got hurt, he lost his mind. He was sloppy. He was lost. He felt that same familiar feeling creeping up in his chest as he watched her move, her hair blowing in wind that wasn’t there.

“You have to talk to me…”, he whispered, his voice breaking. He watched each room as they passed by, and some of the doors were now open, various scenes playing out inside of them. Some of them were just scapes, like rainfalls, a rushing waterfall, a forest with birds and butterflies, and in one, a raging fire, “What the hell is going on?!”

He screamed the words more at the ceiling, almost at God, as this was the most confusing hunt he had ever been on. What spirits could do something like this?

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.