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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason, Dean and Annabeth

Annabeth took a deep breath, gasping for air after the outburst as the entire room seemed to be scolding her for something she didn’t even know she had the choice to say ‘no’ to. She closed her eyes, letting their voices wash over her, to get the brunt of it off their chests as she stood still.

Cason, on the other hand, crumpled to the floor beside Esme, pulling her to him and rubbing her back to try and get the worst of the shockwave out of her system, before a question burned his mind. He let Natalia scold her, as Annabeth seemed to respect her, and he hoped maybe she could pressure some answers out of her. But when no answers came, and Annabeth stayed silent after Sam finished speaking, he decided to ask the burning question.

“What did it cost?”, he asked her. His voice exasperated and heartbroken. She didn’t answer him at first, only keeping her eyes closed, “Tell me! What did it cost…your soul?”

“I have to…”, she started, opening her eyes and peering up at Sam before letting out a small sigh of panic.

Dean had gathered himself by then, standing up straight and glaring at her. He didn’t want to hear what was coming next, but he almost knew the answer.

“I have to go with him. He gave me 24 hours.”, she whispered. Cason’s gasp and groan pierced the near silence in the room as he ducked his head again, “He threatened horrible things. There was nothing any of you could do. Sam would have just broken into pieces in front of all of you, if I had said no. This wasn’t a ‘go get the others and see what they can find’ situation. He didn’t even explain why he needed me, only that my choices were stay here…and Sam dies horrifically. Or I go with him, and you’re all safe, as long as you don’t come after me.”

She looked over at Natalia, her eyes heartbroken and red, “I didn’t make a deal for my eyes. That was just his first good faith payment or something. I made the deal because he could have snapped his fingers at any second…and blown any of you to pieces.”

Dean cleared his throat, “She’s probably right. Alastair is someone I have heard of, recently…and lets just say he’s Lilith without the moral compass. If she says he would have killed you, Sam…he would have, in a heartbeat. He’s creative, too.”

Annabeth sighed with relief that Dean understood her motives, if nothing else. She looked up at Sam, knowing that this news wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear, and brushed his hair behind his left ear, “You can’t come after me. You hardly know me, right? This way…you guys won’t have me to worry about. I’ll be his problem. And if I get the chance to run, I’ll run.”

Bobby took a deep breath, now that everyone was starting to simmer down and held his hand up, as if he was in class, “We can use my vault, to buy us time, but I can’t guarantee he won’t come and kill all of us anyway. If we protect Sam and the girl, maybe we can find a way to kill Alastair?”

Dean raised his eyebrows, holding a hand out toward Bobby to see if the others agreed with him, as he did.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean reached under her torso and her legs, careful to not put any pressure on her new wound, despite the hurry. He pulled her up with a bit of a groan, considering the bandages on his back and turned toward the door. Whipping it open, he pulled her body close to his, getting a firm grip on her, “You got it. There’s no way I can take them all on my own with just one machete. I mean, I could try, but if I don’t make it out, you’re a sitting duck.”

He sprinted to the car, pulling her keys off the top of the pile he had placed in her arms. He kneeled low to the ground with effort, sitting her gently on his knees as he unlocked the passenger door. Happy that it opened easier than John’s, he slowly stepped back, her still balanced on his knees and opened the door, before standing with effort, hoisting her back into his arms.

“Look at me, using logic, right?”, he joked, as he sat her down on the edge of the passenger seat. He helped her shove her legs inside the car, carefully placing both her feet on the floor, and then shut the door as a woman ran out of her room screaming and covered in blood, “They’re going to take this whole place…”

He got into the drivers side of the car, and turned to her, panic on his face, “We’ll get out of Minnesota, and find another place to rest, until we can get back to Bobby’s…but they’re going to take this whole place. Put your head down…”

With that, he started the engine and quickly reversed before peeling out of the parking lot, the bloody woman trying to chase them, begging for help.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean nearly rolled his eyes again at Sam as he shooed them, but turned to Esme anyway and pulled her arm to link with his. He then walked them out the door, keeping a smile on his face, “So, what have you been doing all this time, while we’ve been out on the road?”

He decided to get straight to the burning questions he had, as it had seemed like forever since she had even called or texted him. He had to admit, he was happy she did, today. No only could he and Sam use an extra set of hands, but he was genuinely happy to see her again, after all this time.

“And you’ve gotten short.”, he quipped, looking down at her with his toothy smile. It was his attempt to try and show her that he was the same Dean, with more baggage, but an alcohol induced good sense of humor. He carefully crossed the road with her, strolling along a sidewalk in what felt like the most normal thing he had done in years.

Madison

Madison realized from Sam’s surprise that holding people’s hands when you first meet them is not normal. She slowly and carefully placed her hand on the table, still bucked up against his. She sat very stoic and quiet as Dean and Esme left them. She didn’t know how to start conversation, especially with someone that she still felt might be a threat to her safety.

“So. About me…”, she started, finally gaining the courage with a small sigh, “I saw your brother shoot at me. And I ran away, because I’m supposed to be safe. That’s why I’m in this body.”

She finished the words with a small glance down at her own body, “I like…Esme, and whatever you call this thing.”

She pointed down at her belt, and ran her fingers across the buckle.

“And I like that woman over there, because she’s polite. I heard her say something about a husband leaving her. Isn’t that sad?”, she asked him, not understanding the point of them ‘answering each other’s questions’. To Madison, what had happened in the last few hours was her entire knowledge of the world.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled down at Esme, keeping his face empathetic and gentle as she explained that she was okay, with an earnest look. He brought his hand down to fiddle with her hair as she turned from him.

“Well, then why don’t we take a walk? The food won’t be up for a bit.”, he muttered, looking over to Sam for approval, though he got it without much time between, “That sounds like a good idea. Madison, what do you think?”

He asked the question while standing slowly from the booth, after pushing himself out. He reached a hand out to Esme, keeping his eyes on Madison for a second to wait for her response.

Madison

Madison smiled in relief when Esme told her that she was okay. It was all she really cared about at the moment, with everyone at the table. Although, Sam was growing on her. She shrugged her shoulders, looking over to Sam, “I wouldn’t mind talking. I don’t know much except what I’ve learned today, but I can try. I have questions too.”

She turned back to Esme, “You should spend some time with Dean. He’s missed you. Maybe you can convince him not to shoot anyone else…”

When she spoke, Dean raised his eyebrows before narrowing his eyes at her in a scowl, rolling his eyes to Sam in a way that said ‘she’s never going to let that go’.

“So go. I’ll be okay with Sam…”, she finished. Smiling up at Sam while taking his hand on top of the table, eliciting another weird stare from Dean.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean kept his smile, until a loud thud and a scream perked his head up. He sat up, a little too quick, judging by the dizziness, and sat silently. He tried to listen to see if there was more noise, and much to his disappointment, there was. Dammit.

He slid off the side of the bed, holding a hand out to Mika with a finger raised, “Don’t…move…”

He reached for his gun that he had laid on her end table, checking the magazine. He then slid the magazine back into the gun, and pulled the slide to engage a round. Letting a deep sigh leave his mouth, he stepped up to the door, still shirtless, and pulled it open just as another scream rang out through the air.

Outside the door, it was chaotic as random strangers from other rooms left the safety of their doors to check on the commotion. He quickly gestured to a woman who approached him, “Go back to your room and lock your door. Do it now!”

Terrified, but seeing his gun, she nodded and ran back to her room. He shoved people into their rooms as he passed, attempting to find the source of the screams. Getting to the end of the motel row, he found his first clue, a body of a young girl. The girl was blonde, and looked to be no older than sixteen, but her throat was completely ripped out. It seemed the assault had happened recently, because even though she was dead, the blood was still pumping out of the wound. Frowning, Dean realized he wasn’t prepared, “Dammit. Of course it’s vampires. It’s always vampires, in Minnesota…”

He weighed his options, thinking over the fact that he didn’t have backup, with Mika laid up. He didn’t know how many vampires there were. He didn’t even know where to start, aside from grabbing a machete and hoping for the best. So, he did something rare. Gritting his teeth, he cursed himself for the decision, “It’s for Mika…”

He justified it out loud, an intrusive thought of Mika being helpless in the room flooding his rationale. He huffed and ran back toward their room, quickly opening the door. He stepped inside, slamming the door behind him and turning both locks before turning to Mika.

“We have to go…right now.”, he told her, quickly running around the room to gather their things. He shoved them into her arms, wrapped in a towel from the floor and held his arms out, “I’ll carry you, but just trust me. It’s Minnesota, and we gotta go.”

Supernatural (the show) - 1x1 Canon/non-canon

I'm surprised Crowley wasn't listed, Besides Dean being the best choice, Crowley is definitely 2nd in line before Sam and Castiel. 😎

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I usually play Crowley. So sometimes I forget others can a well 😂

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester and Madison

Dean placed his free arm on the back of the booth behind Esme, loosening up as they spoke and ordered food. Shockingly, the only thing he ordered was a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. He wasn’t the hungriest after everything that had happened this morning.

“Well, now that you’re here with us…I guess we can share efforts on the whole apocalypse situation.”, he muttered, glancing over at Madison to read her demeanor. He was happy that she seemed a lot more relaxed near Sam. Maybe he was the good luck charm with wayward monsters. He chuckled silently about the statement.

When Sam asked if Esme was alright, he leaned forward, just enough to see her face. He wasn’t quite used to her being so quiet around him, but he figured it was just the awkwardness of being back with him, but Madison spoke up.

“She’s overwhelmed. But she’s excited to see you…”, Madison spoke softly to Sam, and then turned her eyes to Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows at her, and then turned to Esme.

“Are you overwhelmed? I can give you some space…um. I know it’s been a while.”, he quickly stammered out, his eyebrows raised as he did so. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, now that it seemed like the nuke had been disarmed, momentarily, “Or if you want, after we eat, we can take a walk?”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean raised his eyebrows, remembering that they got a new bed out of this whole thing. It only took a near broken leg and a hole in the back of the head to achieve. Nice! He thought about the fact that Bobby was a better father than either of them had realistically ever had, even if he did have his blow ups. He had leaned on Bobby since he was a teen, to bail him out of trouble with his Dad if he didn’t feel like doing something stupid that John wanted him to.

He smiled gently at the memory of her mom always liking him. He liked her too, truthfully. She took care of him, with the only rope tied to it being that he never let Mika get hurt, or ever made her cry, “She was someone that I felt pretty safe around. I think she could have taken your dad, if he had laid a good hand on me.”

He laughed a bit, adjusting himself with a small hiss as he forgot about his head. He was starting to feel like he could get through this without much more help, as far as needing a hospital. His tension was fading, from the fear of passing out or having seizures, something John would have seen as a weakness. When she mentioned John, right as his face flashed in Dean’s mind, Dean smirked, “I always kinda wanted you to slap him. He couldn’t have disapproved of you, less. And honestly, it would have been hot…”

He laughed a bit harder, “I would have taken the beating for that…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled softly, still fighting a lump in his throat as Mika reassured him. He pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles as they walked back toward the house. He couldn’t justify in his mind why she didn’t just run away from him. In his mind, the things he had done in Hell were unforgivable at best, and at worst, he definitely didn’t deserve to leave the pit.

“Let’s go see what my brother has brought home…”, he muttered with a smirk, finding exactly what he was afraid of when they stepped into the room. The tension and panic made him raise both his eyebrows, holding Mika’s hand a bit tighter as he looked between the people in the room, “Yeah um…is everything okay with you guys? Sam? You good?”

He asked his brother if he was okay knowing he most likely wasn’t, but he wanted Sam to know that now that they were back together, he had his back, if anything crazy was going on.

Cason

Cason frowned at Esme still shooting him down every time he decided to shoot his shot and flirt with her. He stepped over close to her as the others discussed what was going on. Most of the information they were churning out, were things he had heard through the grapevine anyway. So, none of it really surprised him.

However, when Annabeth skidded into the room, a familiar smell flooded his senses, and he turned to her. Before he could go over and shake her for being an idiot, Sam was there, checking her over.

“What the hell did you do?”, he asked, the tone of his voice portraying the full devastation he was feeling at seeing her eyes magically back, while she smelled like literal Hell. His eyes turned black, as the smell was no longer something he could just get past and growled.

Annabeth

Annabeth stared at Sam, surprised and thankful to see his face again, as he checked her over. She let him, almost smirking, until she realized that the look on his face and everyone else’s faces was not that of happiness, but worry or fear.

“Um…that’s hard to explain.”, she whispered, her large blue eyes staring up at Sam, begging him not to test her ability to keep a secret. She knew that with him, she would fail miserably.

When Cason asked her what she had done, she closed her newly repaired eyes and looked down at her feet, which caused him to sigh in another show of his devastation, throwing his hands up and then bending as if he couldn’t breath, placing his hands on his knees.

“Listen…I didn’t know what else to do!”, she pleaded with the entire room, barely acknowledging that Dean and Mika were back in the room, until Cason spoke up again.

“She made a deal…with a demon…”, he gasped, feeling sick, “After all this time. Why didn’t you come get me? I have half a dozen dogs out there. They could have ripped Alastair to shreds…”

“You did what?!”, Dean erupted, causing Annabeth to jump, her hand instinctively coming to Sam’s arm as she forced her eyes closed again, “You made a deal with Alastair?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

“HE WAS GOING TO KILL SAM!”, she finally snapped, knocking the wind out of Dean’s lungs with her sudden outburst of frustration, and causing him to clutch his chest as she gripped Sam’s wrist, “He was going to kill Sam. I didn’t have a choice…”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean smirked at the memories flooding his brain. He had been so reckless as a teen, but it was what ended up making him an almost more reckless adult, if he was honest. He shrugged slightly, “I kept it because it seemed like the only way to hold onto you, you know? I have pictures of my mom…”

He stopped when he thought about Mary, but pushed the thought to the side and plastered the smile back onto his face, thinking about them sneaking and how things hadn’t really changed all that much, “I mean, we almost got kicked out of Bobby’s house for our…noise. It’s almost like sneaking again, if you think about it. Be careful of the bed creaking. Be careful of breaking anything. Be careful of pulling your face out of the blankets.”

He gave a soft laugh and remembered the night she was referring to of her dad losing his mind after realizing he was right, and Dean was indeed in the house. Dean was sure he was dead that night, and nearly broke his neck getting away, “I thought he was going to shoot me, or something. He came at me so fast…I ran like I was running from literal bullets. Didn’t make me come around any less, though.”

He continued running his fingers up and down her arm, sighing in contentment and honestly feeling a bit better.

He furrowed his brow, and smirked, “I mean, it’s not like my dad appreciated me having anything that lasted more than a night or two, either. There were times I was afraid he was going to choke me, especially after finding our food scraps in the back of his car. Woof…Sammy had to make up so many excuses to keep my head.”