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Supernatural - After The End

Madison

Madison slowly walked down the street, flinching at every sound. She could hear the gasps from people who walked by and witnessed her appearance. The majority were concentrating on her chest, causing her to cross her arms tightly over her torso, covering her chest. She knew her name. She thought she could communicate with these people, but they were running from her, almost like they were scared of her body.

As she continued to walk, the memories of her mother, and then the two men that she was afraid she had harmed were filling her mind. Those men had tried to kill her. But…she didn’t want to hurt anyone. An unfamiliar sensation was felt under her eyes, as she thought about it, and she pulled a hand up to wipe a tear from under her eye, staring at her hand with wonder.

Dean Winchester

The same realization Sam had, suddenly struck Dean. He whipped his head toward Sam and placed both his hands on his head, his gun still perched in his right.

“That was the baby?! Cass said that if she was able to grow…she’d be unstoppable. SON OF A BITCH!”, he screamed into the echoing room, “We have to find her. Sam, we have to find her now, and at least bring her back here. She could be out there panic blasting everyone in sight…”

Without hesitation, he bolted for the door, running out the back of the house to attempt to find what could be a nuclear bomb trapped in a human body…

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean knew he was acting like a baby, but he nodded his head and took a deep breath. He could handle almost any wound, but things being stuck in his body, and having to be removed after they had dried was one of his biggest fears. Luckily, he had mostly been able to avoid being shot, or ending up with those sorts of wounds, until now.

He felt her wiping his back and his body instantly tensed, but he stayed as still as he could, knowing that flinching or moving around would only make it worse, and could also make her pull some of his stitches, “I hate this type of injury, man…”

He spoke the words as if it was Sam patching him up, as he was most used to. Sam was surprisingly a good little doctor, and primarily, John really only ever let him stay back at the hotel and patch them up when he was younger. Her hands were much gentler than Sam’s, though, as she picked at the pebbles. Even so, he gritted his teeth and groaned.

When she mentioned his head, he nodded, but narrowed his eyes and almost spun around when she mentioned that she had been afraid she was going to lose him. He laughed, wincing at the pain in his back when he did so, “Me?! I’m fine. I have had worse beatings than that when wrestling with Sammy. It’s just a hole in the head and some rocks stabbing my back, no harm, right?”

He joked with her a bit, but let his voice go serious after a few seconds, sighing, “But you…You scared the hell out of me back there. If I had seen that blood puddle with no body, there’s no way I would have believed the person survived. I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed, wanting to tell her ‘no’ because he knew she wanted to take him outside to talk. He didn’t want to talk. He wanted to wait for his brother. He wanted to bury his thoughts in work. But he also knew Mika wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. So, he reluctantly stood from the table and started walking, stepping out the back door and onto the lot.

Once he was outside, he waited for her to step out the door and threw his hands up a bit, “What is it? Did Bobby say something? If this is about Hell, I don’t remember anything…and even if I did, I don’t want to talk about it.”

He brought up the subject of Hell without her even saying it, and didn’t even realize he had headed her off. His fear of her finding out what he did while he was in the pit terrified him. She would never look at him again, if she found out. If she found out that he was still thinking about it every single night, she might not trust him to be around her, or anyone. No one should have. Tears started bubbling up in his eyes, unprovoked, only run by his own thoughts as he stared at her with pleading eyes.

“I can’t…”

Cason

Cason sighed and adjusted himself as Esme asked about the phone call. He knew she would ask, and he honestly had to trust her at this point, if he was going to stay with her. So, he cleared his throat and looked over at her.

“You can’t say a word to any of the Winchesters about any of this…”, he muttered, rubbing his eyebrow a bit with his eyes closed, “There’s an old…friend of Deans that has found himself on the trail of all of this, like a hound. We’re not exactly on the best of terms, and I’m pretty sure that after Dean was able to pop himself out of Hell, for whatever reason, they probably aren’t besties anymore.”

As he explained, he waved his hand around, trying to get through the bulk of the information as easily as possible, against his better judgement.

“And this ‘friend’ of Dean Winchesters is also interested in Anna. We don’t know why, or to what extent. That’s why I’m keeping my guys back, and Dean Winchester cannot know that he is around. One false move from the over emotional, and this whole thing blows up in our faces…and she could potentially be used as some sort of fucked up weapon, her and Sam…”

He opened his eyes and looked at her, scanning eyes after the information dump. He knew it would be overwhelming, but he wanted her to know that she was safe, even if the others weren’t….for now, at least.

“But don’t worry. I’m sending my dogs to Bobby Singer’s place. They’ll take care of us…”, he finished.

——-

As they arrived in Sioux Falls, he smiled, seeing two of the Hell hounds he had broken free from Crowley following close to the cars. He knew the humans in the group couldn’t see them, but they gave him a breath of fresh air.

As everyone parked, he got out, trying to be covert as he walked over to his favorite girl Hellhound and scratching under her chin. He glanced around, trying to keep his motions small, even as she breathed hot air onto his face, and blew a bit of the hair on the top of his head as she did.

“Good girl. Stay here…but come get me if you see anything. Okay?”, he whispered to her, causing her to paw at his leg. He pulled away from her, and walked over to join the others, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Annabeth

Annabeth stirred from her daydream as Sam pulled onto gravel, and she felt a familiar wave come over her. This place was safe, she could feel it. As they passed cars, she also felt like they were passing beings, turning her head to them. She could see the faint outline of what appeared to be large dogs lining the driveway - around six of them.

She furrowed her eyebrows and watched them as they followed the cars, and then met up with Cason as everyone parked.

“That’s weird…”, she muttered quietly before Sam spoke up. She turned to him with her eyebrows raised and agreed with his words, “You can say that again. They are going to lose their minds at my eyes being missing. Your brother seems a little high strung to see something like this…”

She spoke her mind about Dean, having felt like he was either scared of her, or just wanted to kill her since the moment she met him. She couldn’t imagine what he would say about her surviving such a horrific angel attack. She stepped out of the car as they parked, waiting for Sam to meet her around the side.

As she stepped out, Cason joined them, and she had a million questions, but kept them to herself as the dogs seemed to all be following his orders.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

As Dean turned from the door and Mika made her comment to the poor receptionist, he gave her a look, shaking his head. He knew she could be possessive, but he also knew that she knew better than to think he would attempt some random hookup while she was down. He turned his frown into a smile, “You really have to…don’t you?”

He rolled his eyes once again, when she showed him that she had swallowed the pills, snatching the bag off the bed beside her. Inside the bag was a salad for her, which he pulled out and sat on the table beside her, before she had a chance to mention his back. When she did mention his back, however, his eyes lit up in terror, at the idea of her performing some sort of surgery on him.

“What?! It’s just a scratch, right?! There’s no way you’re digging in to my back…how bad is it?”, he asked, genuinely afraid that he had some sort of giant brick sticking out of the painful area of his back. He knew his head was in rough shape, as he still felt a drip of blood fall every now and then. Turning his back to her, he reached a hand up to his head, while he let her look over his back problem.

“How bad is it?”, he asked, shuddering at the idea that something could be sticking out of his skin, and he never even noticed it. It must have been the adrenaline. The back of his head was swollen to his touch, which caused him to wince and groan a bit. It seemed like it was just a small hole, which made him happy. There wasn’t much that could be done for that, other than to stop the bleeding.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

“I am done with the stitches…I just gotta bandage you up. Hold still for a few more seconds.”, he answered her, smiling gently at her. He then shrugged his shoulder at her concern about telling Bobby the news, “Well, it was his idea for us to come. So, it’s not like he can defend much. I definitely want to remind him that there’s no such thing as an ‘easy hunt’, after this…”

Dean took the vodka from her hand gently, bringing it down to her leg and pouring it over the new stitches for an extra protection. He sighed heavily and wiped his brow, happy to be done. He ripped open a roll of gauze and slowly wrapped it around her leg, making sure it was tight, but not tight enough to hurt them. Once finished, he taped it down, and cut the bandage, patting her on the foot.

“There. All better…”, he muttered, taking a drink of the vodka, himself. A knock at the door surprised him a bit, and he stood from the bed, trying not to move the mattress too much as he did so, and walked over to answer the door.

As soon as he opened it, the woman from the front desk met him with a warm smile, still staring at the fact that he was shirtless. He leaned an arm over his head, and against the doorframe as she held out the bag of supplies he had asked her for. He smiled brightly at her.

“Thank you, lovely lady. Let me…”, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket again, whipping it open and pulling out the least wet hundred dollar bill he had. As he handed it to her, she brushed her hand down his arm, starting at his elbow and ending at his hand, taking the money from him. He raised his eyebrows at her as she slipped the bill into her bra with a smile, “You have a good night, alright?”

He turned from the door, hearing a loud gasp from the woman as he turned his back to her, and closed the door. He furrowed his brow, recognizing the tone of that gasp as her seeing something she was terrified of. He simply shrugged it off and returned to the bed.

“Let’s sit you up and get some stuff down you.”, he smiled down at Mika, putting the bag on the end table and pulling the iron pills and a water from inside. He shook the pills at her and sat down beside her, opening the bottle and pouring two into his hand. He then unscrewed the lid of the water and held both hands out to her.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean laughed with her about the situation that led to one of the biggest fights he had ever had with John, which was a good memory for him, despite the stitches. He was just glad to see her smile, and hear her attempt to laugh. It meant she was cognizant and awake enough to hopefully not die on him.

He sighed heavily as she answered him about her state of mind, knowing that it was best to just get this done, so he could get her some iron and something to drink. Having a thought hit him, he placed the gauze over the rest of the wound, and stretched with a groan to grab the phone, calling the desk.

“Front Desk.”, the woman answered on the other end.

“Hello, Sweetheart. This is James from room 214…”, Dean started, causing the woman on the other end to speak up about how nice he was, and asked if he wanted to spend time with her, “Not quite…at least not right now, beautiful. But look, I have a crisp hundred dollar bill for you, if you can go grab me a few bottles of water, some iron pills, annnnnnd maybe a salad shaker, dressing on the side?”

He smiled and listened to the woman gush over him, and confirm that she would do it, but just for him.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll see you in a few, okay? Knock before you come in. I wanna make sure I’m decent.”, he joked with her, and then sat the phone back on the receiver. He turned back to the wound, starting back on the stitches, and smirked over at Mika briefly, still attempting not to address her concerns about him checking himself over. He finally decided to say something.

“I’ll, um…I’ll figure it out. Let’s just get you patched up. I will need someone to look at my back, alright?”, he muttered, tying off one of the final few stitches.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Nodding at Mika, Dean placed the gauze in his hand against the sides of the wound, pulling the open sides together as he approached with the needle. He smiled brightly at her joke about her back, and nodded once again, pushing the needle into the first side of the wound, “Yeah. Compared to how Bobby described your back, this should be nothing…aside from you being awake. But hey! Battle scars and a story to tell. Right?”

He joked with her as best he could, trying to calm his own nerves as he tied off the first stitch and moved to the next. He chuckled at his thoughts and tied off a second stitch, happy that at least the wound seemed to be coming together without much effort.

“You remember the time I had to have stitches across my nose, because a certain someone can’t hold their liquor….and pushed me off that deck in Muskogee?”, he asked her with a bright smile covering his nerves, “Dad was so mad. I was out for like two weeks because of that…”

He laughed, finishing up the halfway point of her stitches. He took a deep breath, and glanced up at her face, “How you doing?”

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.