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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean almost didn’t hug Mika back when she hugged him. He felt like she should have run a million miles away from him, and that the hug was what she felt would make him feel better. But it did make him feel better. He needed someone to tell him that what he did wasn’t his fault, and that he deserved to be in the position he was in. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and buried his head in her shoulder, letting out a small sob that he wouldn’t dare let anyone else hear. Every word she said caused more tears to come, “Thank you…”

When she pulled away and wiped both their tears, he gave a sad smile, doing what he was best at, pushing things down. In this case, he was pushing it down so the others wouldn’t think anything was wrong. He nodded briefly, glancing up at the sky for a second and then shaking his head roughly.

“I’m good. But Sammy can’t know…Mika I mean it. I don’t know if I’ll tell him, but right now, with everything going on, I need him to think I have it together. If he found out about any of this, he would want to lock me up, or at least would be so paranoid about my head that he wouldn’t want me to do anything.”, he explained, hearing the voices coming from inside the house, as one of the windows in the kitchen was wide open. He smiled a bit at the thought of Sam being safe, and at the house.

There was never much time to cry, anymore. Things happened so fast, that stopping to mourn, or just to feel any emotions seemed like a waste of time. This felt like one of those moments, as he started to walk back to the house, before stopping and reaching a hand out, “Whenever you’re ready…”

Cason and Bobby

Cason stepped out of the demon trap happily, simply nodding his head at Bobby. This was Bobby’s house. If anyone was going to make him wish he was dead, it was this old drunk. He stretched his shoulders, glad that the power of the trap was no longer weighing down on him, and turned to Esme as she spoke to him.

“I’m well aware. There’s no telling what kind of traps and sticky bits are around this house. I think I’ll take a human with me everywhere I go…”, he wiggled his eyebrows at her, leaning in close to speak to her, “Good thing I have a human, right?”

He then turned toward Bobby as the old man walked back to his desk and poured himself a drink, snatching the bottle out of Natalia’s hands. Bobby smirked at Natalia, shooing her away from his desk as he took the bottle from her, “Now don’t you come up into my place drinking all of my booze. I’ve got one drink tank already living with me…costing me a fortune with his self pity…”

He spoke with a smile on his face, before reaching up to Nat’s cheek and running a hand along her jaw bone, followed by a soft pat, “Good to have you here, kid…There’s food in the kitchen, if you’re hungry. Mika’s a picky eater. So, I’m sure you’ll find something.”

He then turned to Sam and sighed at Nat’s question of them finding anything, “Oh we found a few piles of shit, honestly. The summoning turned out pretty eventful. I was asleep through most of it, but Dean can tell you everything. Or he wrote it down, here…”

He handed Sam a manila envelope of Dean’s notes about Castiel, “It feels like the end of days, if I’m honest. Angels. Demons scared half to death of angels. Something big is coming, and you guys are right in the middle of all of it.”

Annabeth

Annabeth stood close to Sam, feeling a bit safer, since he trusted Bobby. She only broke her attention away from the group when the voice from earlier flashed through her brain again.

Hello, love.
I think we should speak. There is a crane in the back of the house. No dogs, no men. But if you don’t come speak with me, I might have to show you how much I don’t like the word, ‘no’.
You have five minutes.
Or Sam’s femur goes…pop.

Annabeth gasped, pulling her hand away from Sam sharply as she took in the words in her mind. She knew she couldn’t tell him what was going on. She didn’t even know, herself. But she knew that the person who owned the voice would kill Sam.

Plastering a fake smile, she glanced over at Bobby and cleared her throat, “Um…is there anywhere outside I can take a breath? That was a long drive and…with…my eye situation it was a bit stuffy.”

Bobby nodded lightly, and gestured toward the back door, on the other side of the yard from where Mika and Dean were talking. Smiling at him she thanked him silently, not touching Sam as she walked away and out the back door. Almost as soon as she stepped out the door, she felt a warmth step up to her side, breathing against her cheek like a dog. She brushed it off, figuring it didn’t speak and kept walking, until she saw a tall man in a designer suit standing near a tow truck. He stood motionless, his hands behind his back until she approached.

“Who are you?”, she asked him, causing him to give a relieved smile and turn around to greet her. His eyes were bright white, with no irises. His smile was more of a sneer and he reached a hand out.

“There’s my little girl…”, he sang to her, stepping up to brush her hair from her face and behind her ears. As he pulled his hands away from her ears, he took her glasses from her face, his face turning to sadness and empathy, “Oh dear. Oh, my poor baby. What did those mean old angels do to you?”

Annabeth didn’t know how to respond to the man. She could feel that he was different, and smelled familiar, but his touch didn’t give her any feelings at all. She took a step back from you.

“Oh. Have you talked to Dean? I’m sure he has just the nicest things to say about me…”, he continued, “But you. My sweet, little murder machine. I need you in one piece, before we can start our work…and there’s just one thing I need in return.”

“And what is that?”, she asked innocently, now not able to see at all, only to follow his voice.

“I need you to realize your worth to the Winchesters is your allegiance to me.”, he started, elaborating, “They want you, because you may be a weapon. Oh yes. Even Sam. But I want you to be great. I want you to fix all of this. The apocalypse? That’s no fun, right?”

Annabeth sneered at him, part of her chest feeling like was right. The thoughts had been in the back of her mind the entire time she had known the Winchesters. But, she couldn’t leave them…

“And what if I don’t?”, she whispered, causing Alastair to close his eyes and groan.

“Then I kill them all. Right now. I’ll make sure to save your Sammy for last, of course. But hey! I’ll let you say your goodbyes, before we go. What do you say? 24 hours? Get all that lovin’ in that you can, and then we’re out of here.”, he finished, causing Annabeth to pause. She knew that Sam would come after her. They all would. But she did want her eyes back. Maybe she could tell Sam, and they could fix this whole thing.

“Deal…”, she blurted out, which caused Alastair to simply step forward, brushing his hands over her eyes. When he pulled his hand away, and disappeared, her blue eyes were perfectly intact, and working, “Oh my god…”

She turned and ran back to the house, both scared to death and excited as she stepped back through the door, and ran back through the house. She had no way to explain to them what had just happened, and now she didn’t have her glasses to cover her eyes. She skidded to a stop, audibly before she reached the group, and tried to decide on what she could tell them…simply hoping Sam wouldn’t turn or Bobby wouldn’t catch a glimpse of her standing there.

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Dean laughed gently, trying not to shake her too much while she was eating. He remembered vividly his need for cowboy boots. Hell, he still wanted cowboy boots, even if they were uncomfortable to run in.

“I swear, I’m going to work a case one day that requires cowboy boots for the undercover stuff. I need them…”, he quipped, pointing his finger to make a point, “And I think I would look sexy, like Dr. Sexy…I can’t believe you don’t agree.”

He laughed again, his eyebrows raising as one of the nurses came up and kissed Dr. Sexy. As he pushed her away, she seemed offended and began sobbing, “That poor woman. Can you imagine being turned down by a man like that? Devastating…”

After a few minutes, he smiled at a random thought, again, “So, do you remember that time, at your house, when I got stuck on a ladder outside your window? We didn’t want to put the ladder right under the window, in case I needed to hide, and my legs weren’t long enough…”

He laughed a bit harder at the memory, “I was so stubborn to make it work that I almost broke my damn neck, but ended up having to climb down after your parents went to bed. I don’t know if you remember, but it was like…three-ish hours. I was so sore…”

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Dean smiled warmly at how similar they really were in their obsession with keeping their pain from others. It was something he would probably never get over, as John hand planted it firmly in his mind that he had to be tough for Sam. He had to bottle it all up, and pretend to be fine, as long as it meant that he was ready to fight and that Sam was safe.

He leaned his head a bit to the side onto the side of hers, reaching his arm with some effort behind him to the other end table. He grabbed the tv remote, and pointed it at the mounted tv on the wall separating the bathroom from the main room. It had felt like forever since he had just watched tv, but there wasn’t much else he could do, feeling drunk, high, and exhausted all at the same time.

“You’re right about that. It might be hard to explain if I had to have someone carry me out of here, because you’re running on half a set of legs…”, he joked back with her, placing his left hand on her stomach as he flipped through channels, “You know…I have been thinking about letting Dad take things on his own, for a while. I know he would be super pissed about it, but I like this. Head trauma and all…I like actually being able to exist without being fed bullshit about how much I complain.”

He spoke the words as he landed on ‘Dr. Sexy M.D.’. He then laughed and pointed at the tv, “I love this show…It’s been forever since I’ve actually seen it.”

Even though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, his demeanor was begging for her to talk to him, just to distract him from how badly he just wanted to go to sleep.

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…”