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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

“Mika…”, he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t stop unless he told her what he was thinking. But saying the words out loud was not something he was prepared to do. It was something he hadn’t even admitted to himself, other than in dreams, since he had been back. As she touched him, he flinched, knowing that it would be even harder to lie to her, while she was so close to him. It was her greatest weapon, against him.

“I don’t want you to see me the way I see myself…”, he muttered, still trying to talk himself out of telling her anything. But once the levy was broken, it was broken. He let out a long sigh, as tears stung at his eyes, “Um…I remember everything.”

He waited a few seconds after the admission, feeling a bit of weight lift off his shoulders, just at that tiny statement. Taking another deep breath, he kept going.

“I ended up on a bunch of meat hooks. Every day, they sent someone, or sometimes hellhounds to tear me apart…slowly. And after I was dead…I would regenerate and they would start again. After a while, they realized I wasn’t going to beg them for anything. So, they called a demon named Alastair.”, he explained, gasping and sighing as he tried to fight back a sob, “Alastair would put me up there. Every day, he would flay at me, burn me, stab me, whatever got him off. And every day, he would tell me that I could come down. I could stop all of it, if I would put souls on…”

He scanned her eyes, also scanning the garage in case Bobby was near. Then he blinked away a few tears that fell down his cheeks, “And one day…after a few decades…I did. I ran off those racks. I was proud to be off. But it was instant. He made me do all of it to them…I can still hear their screams. I can still smell the blood, and the burning flesh.”

He took one more deep breath, “And what screws me up, and should make you run a million miles away from me…is I liked it. I was proud of it. And then out of nowhere, I’m in a pine box…like some kind of punishment. I had to claw and dig, and push my way out of the grave.”

He finished the summary of his experience, not going into more detail than he needed to, but instantly felt lighter. He placed both hands over his eyes, running them down his face as he let out a small sob. The sound of cars on gravel shook him from his thoughts as the others pulled up. He simply stared at Mika’s face, scanning her eyes for any kind of reaction.

Cason

Cason heard Esme step out of the car, and reached an arm out to her for her to join the rest of the group. He followed Sam inside the house, but stopped right at the door, staring down at his feet.

“You have GOT to be kidding me…”, he groaned, seeing the bright orange devil’s trap on the floor below him. He couldn’t scuff the devil’s trap himself, and he knew that Bobby Singer was a hunter. This wouldn’t be the most pleasant experience ever.

As Bobby realized they were there, he stood from his desk, smiling at Sam. He approached him quickly and threw his arms around him, giving him a tight hug, “It’s good to see you boy! They are out in the yard…talking about some stuff. The usual for them… You’re here in one piece, so that’s a win, right?”

He spoke the words brightly and then glanced to Annabeth, his smile fading a bit as he stared at her. From the side of her glasses, he could lightly make out the burn scars that had healed themselves, where her eyes used to be. He gave a sad smile to her, wanting to apologize but not even knowing where to start.

Cason sighed and cleared his throat with his arms out to the side as he watched everyone reacquaint with their father figure. He, however, was trapped. He couldn’t even introduce himself properly, considering how they last met.

“Um. Can someone help me?”, he asked. Bobby simply narrowed his eyes, refusing to help a demon in his own house. But after realizing that he seemed to be with them, Bobby stepped toward him.

“If you try anything. Anything at all…I’ll pump your ass so full of rock salt, you’ll think I’m trying to attract a prize deer with your innards.”, Bobby threatened, placing a boot on the outside of the devils trap and scraping a piece of it away, releasing Cason.

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled as Sam took her hand, trying to talk her into trusting his brother. She wanted to. Dean hadn’t done anything to her that was dangerous, yet. But she was still a bit worried to be around him, considering how volatile he seemed from her brief time with him.

His hand in hers caused an instant calm, as with all the times before, and she linked fingers with him as they walked into the house. She was surprisingly happy to feel Bobby Singer’s presence in the living room as they stepped through the door. He greeted them, and she could feel his eyes fall on her. She gave a small, but dismissive smile as he looked at her, telling him that no words were needed on her behalf.

However, Cason being trapped in another devils trap made her giggle lightly, a little intimidated that Bobby didn’t think it was funny. She knew Cason wasn’t stupid enough to try anything too horrible while they were all there. Most of them seemed pretty well versed in demons.

“Um. Since we’re all here…are we safer?”, she asked, as Bobby scraped the paint off the floor behind her. He chuckled, stepping back over to his desk, and popped the top on a bottle he found there.

“You’re as safe with us as you’re ever going to be. That might not help your nerves much, but…I promise.”, Bobby explained, seeing a lot of Mika’s childhood in the girl.

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Dean hissed at the feeling of the needle piercing the back of his head for the second stitch, glad that it was the last one. If not for the impact, the skin trauma hadn’t been so bad. He had definitely had worse, as far as stitch count to the head. He listened to her respond to his inappropriate bringing up of her former life, and was a bit relieved that she didn’t seem angry, only concerned.

“I know you’re not that person, anymore. I just don’t like for you to see me all beaten down. Hell, I don’t even like Sammy seeing me like this. It makes me feel weak.”, he muttered sleepily.

As she placed the bandage against the back of his head, and tapped him on the shoulder, he sighed in relief, slowly turning over toward her as she grabbed her food. He was indeed happy to see her willing to eat, considering how messed up the night had been.

“I um…I love…”, he whispered, “You too…”

He could barely get the words out, between the delirium and his aversion to saying the three words together. So, he did the best he could. Rolling his eyes at the idea of calling Bobby at all, he half agreed with her that Bobby would be easier to force into an apology, and possibly a bribe if he was in his right mind.

“You’re right. What should we do while we rest, hmm? I need to stay awake for a couple of hours. Sam says it’s in case I have a seizure or something.”, he muttered, his stomach hurting at saying his brother’s name again. In this emotionally heightened state, he missed him more than ever.

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Madison

Madison leaned in close to Esme as they walked, feeling safe, for once. When they stepped inside the diner, Madison’s stomach growled fiercely again. She covered her stomach with her hand, biting her lip at the smell that flooded the building. As she sat down in the booth, she looked around at all the people eating their food. The food seemed to make them happy, a sensation she really wanted to experience.

She stared across the table at Esme, shaking her head at the question of what she wanted to eat. She honestly didn’t know. She was almost embarrassed that she didn’t know what she wanted, or even really what the things on the menu really meant, but when Esme stated she was going to have a turkey burger, Madison gave a happy smile.

“I think I’ll have the turkey burger, as well.”, she muttered innocently, her smile staying on her face until she felt a familiar presence. Her face dropped slowly as Sam and Dean approached the table.

Dean Winchester

Dean nodded at Sam’s questioning, stepping into the diner with intent, “Yeah. She’s one of the only hunters I trust, but it’s been a while. So, I’m not sure what she’s doing or anything. Keep your guard up. Let me talk first…”

He knew the idea was breaking Sam’s plan of confronting the silver haired girl, but he wanted to be the first to approach Esme, after all this time. Stepping up to the table, he carefully slid himself into Esme’s side, trying not to make eye contact with the young girl across from her.

“So, you um…you were right. This is something I would be interested in…”, he started, making a small eye contact with the girl, then turning to Esme, “What um…what are you guys doing?”

Madison glared at Dean, her breathing growing a bit faster as she sat, trying to keep from exploding again, so soon. She realized that Esme had no ill will toward her, and so the contact had been innocent. But seeing Dean was incredibly traumatizing after what he had done to her, and after lying to her mother. He met her eyes briefly, raising his eyebrows at her glare.

Dean then motioned with his eyes for Sam to sit down. He desperately needed backup and the girl was scaring the crap out of him. He pointed with his eyes to the free space beside her in the booth.

“Sammy, join us. We have a lot to talk about.”

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Dean scoffed at how dramatic he felt like Mika was acting, but he started to get a small pang of fear creeping up in his stomach at her tone. Obviously something was wrong, other than a small scrape to the head, if she was being so harsh with him. He held out the vodka bottle with a heavily shaky hand, and took a deep breath.

“Okay. Okay! I’ll be good.”, he muttered, the fear not leaving his stomach as she told him to start counting. He counted in his head to one, before she started the stitches. He gasped, his body tensing. He almost flinched his head away from her, but thought it a bad idea. So, he simply stayed where he was and gripped the duvet tightly.

“That hurts, you know…”, he muttered through gritted teeth, “I don’t like you to see me like this. I’m not helpless. I don’t need a babysitter. If your leg wasn’t screwed, I’m sure you would just run away…”

In his delirium, he spoke the quiet part out loud to her, and cringed as he did so. He bit his lip, trying to stop the verbal diarrhea from slipping from his mouth. He had already said enough.

“I didn’t mean…”

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Madison

Madison smiled as Esme offered to help her with the pants. Esme was nice. She seemed to care about Madison. Listening intently, she managed to button the shorts and pull the zipper up, smiling proudly. She then threaded the belt through, glancing up at Esme’s pants every now and then to judge how the belt was supposed to go, finally buckling it with another proud smile.

“I did it!”, she announced happily, before sitting down and pulled the shoes Esme had provided onto her feet. She didn’t even pay attention to the fact that they magically fit, because she didn’t honestly know how shoes were supposed to fit.

She stood again and closed the door gently, joining Esme. She felt better, wearing the clothing. No one was staring at them when they walked by. No one seemed to find her a problem at all, and she was blending. She nodded at the idea of eating, stepping up close to Esme.

“I would like that.”, she whispered.

Dean Winchester

Dean shook his head at Sam, not believing what he was hearing. Sam wanted to walk into this with no weapons, and just his puppy eyes and hope. Dean sighed loudly, “I don’t think this is going to go the way you think, Sammy. I really don’t.”

As he spoke, his phone buzzed. Stopping at a stop sign, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and stared at it, “Esme? What the hell?”

He let the message play over in his brain before looking up at the road, seeing the street they were on. He had driven these streets enough that he knew they were close. So, he turned a sharp left and drove for a couple of blocks, slowing down only when they reached the diner. He glanced across the road from the diner, and recognized Esme’s car, causing him to turn into the diner parking lot, and park.

“Esme might have something for us. I don’t know if it’s the girl, but if there’s a chance, we should check it out, right?”, he asked Sam, putting the car in park before opening his door.

As he stepped up to the door of the diner, he peered in and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Esme…had the girl.

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Madison

Madison followed Esme to her car, feeling grateful that the woman had found her. After what had happened to her back at the house she was born in, she didn’t know who to trust. Maybe there were a lot of people in the world who wanted to kill her. She could hurt people with her mind. Maybe she was perceived, by people who didn’t know her mother, as evil. She followed Esme’s instructions and sat carefully on the edge of the back seat, clutching the blanket a bit tighter around her body.

“Thank you.”, she whispered to Esme as she walked around to the back of the car to fetch clothes. She glanced around the car, making sure that no one was coming to kill her while she was alone. As Esme returned with the clothes, she smiled softly at her, thankful, but also not quite sure how they worked.

She stared at Esme, taking in how her clothing was worn on her own body. She then looked down at the pile of clothing as she took it, having a small hint of how to put the clothes on her body. She turned and dropped the blanket a bit, pulling the t-shirt over her head. Once she realized where the arm holes were, she slipped her arms through and pulled it down around her waist with a proud smile. She then took the underwear and the shorts, staring at them both. She gathered, from seeing Esme in her denim, that the underwear must go first. So, she leaned against the front seat, and carefully stepped into them, before unbuttoning the shorts and slipping them on the same way.

Realizing she didn’t know how to reattach the button to itself, she turned to the window, holding the belt that was added in one hand. She sighed, realizing she was going to need help, and pushed the door open.

“Um. Esme? I um…I don’t really know how this works.”, she said quietly, holding the belt up, while trying to hold the pants button together with her other hand.

Dean Winchester

Dean glanced over at Sam, noticing how quiet he was, and sighed softly, “I know you want to try and save this girl. But you need to come to grips with the fact that you might have to kill her. You realize that?”

He asked the question to calm his own nerves about his brother going near this girl after what she had done to them. Whatever that power was, it was something they had never seen from a demon or an angel. It was something new. It was something scary.

“I want you to carry an angel blade with you…”, he finished, still searching for the girl. There were no signs that she had lost her temper, or that anyone around had seen a random naked girl running around.

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Madison

Madison gave a small smile at the idea of getting food, although she wasn’t entirely sure what went into food, other than what she had heard her mother speak about when describing cravings while pregnant. She nodded gently and repeated the woman’s name as well, attempting to learn as she went, “Esme. I like your name too. And I would like food. My mother liked food. She would tell Sam and Dean about her cravings, and her favorites…”

She trailed off, as saying their names upset her stomach. Crossing her arms over her chest, she fought back tears and emotions that she didn’t understand. They were supposed to protect her, not hurt her. They were supposed to keep her safe.

“Um…Esme…I think I would like those clothes, now.”, she spoke properly, stepping up beside Esme, still clutching her stomach and chest as what is best described as heartbreak continued washing over her.

Dean Winchester

Dean sighed heavily in regret for shooting at the girl, his stomach lurching at the idea that she now would see him as an attacker, rather than her savior. He didn’t respond to Sam, because he knew Sam was right. Instead, he got into the drivers seat and slammed his door shut, starting the Impala with a roar.

“You sure you want to approach her? I mean, you were with me. She might see you as just as much of a threat as me. And the only person who has been able to see her thoughts or anything is Cas.”, he started, pulling away from Bobby’s and out onto the road, “And he’s a little…predisposed at the moment. He didn’t even answer my prayer this morning, when all this started.”

As they drove into town, Dean scanned the sides of the road for anything that looked suspicious, or anyone who seemed out of place. He loosely remembered what the girl looked like, and decided to remind Sam as they were driving.

“Her hair is like…silvery, and she’s tiny.”, he spoke, before realizing his description was incredibly vague, “And she’ll probably be nude…”

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Madison

Madison flinched as a strange woman approached her, telling her that she could help her. She didn’t know if she could trust this woman, since Sam and Dean tried to kill her. They were so nice to her mother, and her mother had convinced her that Dean Winchester would keep her safe. But he tried to shoot her!

She almost panicked, and attacked the woman, until she noticed how soft she spoke, like her mother. Her eyes softened from the scowl that had appeared on her face when she first approached, and she stepped closer to the woman.

“I um…I am not really alright. I am confused. I am alone.”, she spoke very clearly, but slow and calculated. She wrapped the blanket around her own shoulders, pulling it tight to her chest with a small but forced smile, “If you aren’t going to hurt me, then why do you have that gun? The last person to have a gun tried to kill me…”

As she made sure the woman knew that she could sense the gun on her body, she never let her face turn to anger or worry. Rather, her expression simply stayed calm, and her stomach rumbled loudly.

“My name is Madison…”, she introduced herself.

Dean Winchester

Dean rolled his eyes when Sam asked him if he had a plan. Of course he didn’t. He just wanted to figure out how to kill her, and go from there. He stopped before he opened the drivers side door of the Impala, staring at Sam with a furrowed brow over the roof.

“What else are we supposed to do? She’s not human, man. If the angels aren’t willing to help with her, even now, what are we supposed to do? I know what I’m going to do. I’m going to take that angel blade in the trunk…and do what I have to.”

Even as he spoke, he didn’t believe himself, that he would be able to kill an innocent girl. She was scary, but she would probably be no more of a threat, if they took her, than Cas. But that wasn’t something he could afford to test out. He was sure Bobby would agree with him, and possibly even Cas.

“I promised to keep her safe, when I thought she was going to be a baby…and I could help her, with Cas. But now? I don’t know if I can do that, Sammy.”

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Dean shook his head as Mika commanded him to lie down. He waved his hands around in front of him a bit, “No. Nah…you need to rest and take care of y-yourself.”

He realized then that he felt a little tired. He shook his head a bit quicker, opening his eyes and slapping his cheeks. He was determined not to give in to what was probably a bit of head trauma. He paused and then sighed.

“Fine. But I’m fine. I didn’t even hit my head that hard…I don’t think.”, he muttered, sliding himself backward on the bed and carefully lying down on his side, with his back facing her. He couldn’t even really feel the pain in his back, at that point, and only felt the need to sleep, “It’s just a bump, Mika…really. You need to worry about yourself. You need to eat and…and sleep. And I need to call Bobby, and…”

He finished the sentence with a bit of a jerk and a noise, waking himself up from almost falling asleep, “And if I lay here long, I’m gonna fall asleep, not gonna lie. Maybe I had too much Vodka."

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Dean nodded as she explained that the wound was worse than she originally thought it was. He understood that. The one time that he had almost died from an injury, one that John brushed off, was when he fell on his own knife and didn’t realize it. The knife had been in his bag, and when he was thrown, it pierced the canvas and stuck into his side. He nearly lost a kidney, but John kept insisting it was just a bruised rib.

He shuddered at the thought of the memory and reached his hand carefully behind him, running the top of his fingers over her thigh, “I know. But I was there. I will always be there, because I don’t want you put in those positions, no matter how simple of a hunt. Things go south, and you have no backup, and you end up banged up. No one is going to ask you if you’re alright, in this business…”

He took a deep breath and continued, “In fact, in this particular situation, I would have been toast too. I don’t make good decisions when I’m alone. Why do you think I’m so scared for Sammy? Or to be away from my Dad? I’ve never been on my own…”

As he spoke, he barely noticed that his eyes were starting to flutter closed. He stayed in the upright position, but he was now starting to feel the effects from the head injury, a bit more acutely, now that his adrenaline was fading. He swayed a bit, but pulled his hand forward and placed it on the bed to straighten himself. Concussions were nothing, but they made things a little complicated when trying to care for someone else.

“But now it’s me and you…”, he spoke with a tiny slur and a smile.