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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean shook himself out of his own pain, shaking his head and slapping his face when he noticed how badly her words were slurring. He dipped to sit on the floor beside her on the bed and reached up to grab her face in both his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey…You’re going to be fine. Look at me…”, he sighed, patting her cheeks lightly. He reached his left hand down and moved hers out of the way, to hold the t-shirt to her leg tightly. It was then that he realized he didn’t have any supplies to patch her up. Bringing a now bloody hand up to pinch his eyebrow, he thought about his next moves, as he had never had to do this on his own.

He stood, and quickly ran over to the small table that was in the room, grabbing one of the chairs on a hunch. He brought it back to the bed and sat it on top of the mattress. He then removed his shirt from her leg and gently unscrunched it, before tying it around her leg tightly with a slight hiss. Lifting the leg, he placed it on the chair for elevation and turned to her, taking her face again, “Mika. Hey…I need you to stay awake. I need you to…I need to go to the car and grab some things. You gotta stay awake. Sing a song, anything.”

He patted her face, still ignoring his own pain as he took a chance and climbed off the bed, sprinting back out the door to the car. When he arrived at the trunk, he popped it open, and rummaged through his bag, his hands shaking. He stopped for a second and closed his eyes, his teeth gritted at how dire the situation possibly was, but he wasn’t going to let her down again…

Finding the army field medic kit his dad made him carry and a bottle of vodka, he quickly closed the trunk and sprinted back to the room, where the door was still hanging open.

“Hey. Listen to me, sweetheart. Let’s get this stitched up. I need you to stick with me…”, he stammered out, sniffling as his shaky hands fumbled with the zipper on the bag. He laid it out on the bed and took a deep breath, before reaching for the waistband of her pants. He knew that cutting them would be hard, at this point, with only bandage scissors. So, he pulled them gently down her legs, struggling a bit with the material, especially when it came to the area around the wound. He was forced to remove the t-shirt and peel the pants off her legs, finally arriving at her boots. He looked up at her and smiled, trying to keep himself calm as much as her, “Any other day, you’d like this…”

Pulling her boots from her feet, he managed to get her pants the rest of the way off, and lowered the damaged leg to the bed. He was pleased that it had almost stopped bleeding, which usually could be a good thing or a bad thing.

Finding a clean section of the t-shirt she had been holding (which surprised him), he tore it off, holding it in one hand while he unscrewed the vodka with the other, turning it on its side and bathing her wound with it. He hissed at how badly it must have hurt, but was also pleased with the fact that she would probably be more alert, he always was.

“There we go. See…not bad.”, he whispered to her, patting the area around the wound to clean the blood from the outside, and allow him to see better, “Talk to me for this next part. I need you awake, but it’s gonna suck. I’m not going to lie to you, babe…”

As he spoke, he began unpacking bandages and a long curved needle that was already threaded.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean stared petrified at Sam as he came down the stairs. Hands were shaking and he flinched as Sam touched his arm. He wasn’t honestly ready to see what was behind the door. He didn’t know how the baby would come out, or if it had survived. He didn’t want to see Amy, or what was left of her after pushing the monster out into the world. He didn’t want to go in at all.

But he nodded, and reached forward to grip the door. Reluctantly, he pulled the heavy iron door and stepped into the room. He was honestly shocked as he stepped in. There wasn’t blood on every wall, or even much on the floor. It actually took him a second to see any blood anywhere. There was no baby to be seen, but Amy was lying on the tiny bed in the center of the room. The table of medical supplies still sat beside her, and the only blood in the room was spread across a sheet laid over her, and the floor below the table.

He stomped his foot gently on the floor and closed his eyes, “Dammit…”

His mind was everywhere. Was the baby born? Maybe it was born with wings. Maybe it got up and ran away. Maybe it never came out at all, and they both died. He sighed, stepping around the bed, to stand next to the counter.

“Dammit Sammy…”, he started, bowing his head, “This wasn’t supposed to happen like this…I…”

He trailed off as his eyes, scanning to room, caught the glimpse of a figure in the corner of the room, just out of the darkness. The figure appeared to be a young woman and she was rocking. He tapped Sam’s arm to alert his attention toward the woman. He stepped forward toward the girl as a shockwave sounded within the room, catching Sam and Dean both in slow motion.

Dean attempted to pull his gun and shoot at the girl, his hands were moving too slow to make it to the gun, and they were suddenly dropped. Dean shot toward the corner, hitting the brick and chipping it. As he landed on his feet, he shuffled around, attempting to find the woman, but she was nowhere to be found.

“What the hell was that?!”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason stayed close to Esme as she stood up and began walking out the door. He smirked at her retort to him, and shrugged his shoulders, “Noted. No teleporting, unless it’s an emergency…And the way you shoot people…and punch people…I have a hard time believing you’re a safe driver.”

He chuckled lightly, following her out the door. He stayed as close to her as he could, without making her uncomfortable. He wanted to make sure that if she was still feeling any effects from him popping them into the room, he could keep her from hurting herself. As she gathered her things in their room, he held his arms out several times with a ‘I’ll get that’ but noticed that she never asked for his help.

Crossing his arms, he let her finish picking up all of her things and then followed her like a shadow out to the car. He smiled a bit at the internal dialogue that skated through his head, thinking about her being super independent, but stuck with a demon guard dog.

As she entered the car, he stepped into the passenger seat, closing the door after he had both his legs in. His brain lit up with a bit of noise as he did so, and he placed a hand on his forehead, rubbing it lightly. Usually that only happened when Annabeth was having one of her visions, or hearing voices. He stared ahead, looking through Sam’s back window as Esme started the car and asked if he was ready. Turning back to her with a bit of a flinch, he nodded, “Yeah. I’m good to go when you are. I just need to make a phone call, on the way…”

He pulled out his phone, and dialed one of his underlings. As the man answered, Cason sighed and spoke, “I need you to help keep an eye on Sam Winchester’s car…yeah the one in the front. Oh is that right? Alastair is topside…great.”

He paused as he thought about what the man had said on the other side. He had asked if they should tell Dean Winchester about Alastair being on earth. He shook his head gently.

“No. Don’t say a word to him, until we figure out what’s going on with the angels. Worst comes to worst, we let the feather dusters have it. Absolute worst case scenario…I believe Anna might can handle it. But, we won’t know until the Angels figure it out.”, he explained, before closing his phone and turning to stare at the car in front of them again, no words spoken. He fully expected for Esme to ask questions, which he would answer the best he could.

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?