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Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean huffed a bit as he coped with the feeling of basically fear he felt every time Madison was near him, especially when she made any show of power. She was more powerful than they probably could fathom, and those little shows of power were just teasers. Shifting his gaze as he felt Esme’s hand against his cheek, he stared down at her and sighed deeply. She was right. The girl was just a kid. As much as he didn’t want her to latch onto them, and become their problem, she already was. He was still acutely aware that he would have to kill her, eventually, but until that time came, he had to hold himself together.

He closed his eyes for a second as she placed her hand on his chest and stepped away from him, thankful that she seemed to be able to get through to Madison, when he and Sam couldn’t.

Dean opened his eyes and sighed, as Sam stepped up next to him and explained what happened in the diner. He couldn’t help his eyebrows raising nearly into his hairline as he heard the words.

“And you think this was Angel radio.”, he muttered, as he realized what Sam was actually talking about. The angels were watching Madison. Great, “Wonderful. So, the angels are wanting to use our own little Superwoman as some sort of angelic weapon of God. That means the demons have to know she exists, right? Maybe even Michael. So, we’re in a deeper mess than we originally thought…”

He sighed, placing his hands on his hips as he turned and kicked a bit of dirt with his boot. Now, he couldn’t let the girl go. He wanted to kill her, to end all of this, but in their experience, Angels had ways of making sure she either couldn’t die, or that her power could go somewhere else. And now that Michael had made a child, the Angels would be aware that they could just make another, with the right Angel.

Even worse, Lucifer could make his own, if he found out about her. Dean shuddered at the thought, “Alright, then. I guess we keep her from the Angels, until we figure this out..especially Lucifer.”

Madison

Madison didn’t even know how she had gotten to the statue. One second she was feeling sick to her stomach and the next, she was curled up on the base of the statue, glad to be away from Dean as he ranted at her. These people didn’t want her around, not even Sam. Dean hated her. Sam felt sorry for her. She was alone, and she didn’t even have her mother to care for her.

However, as Esme took a seat beside her, she jumped, not knowing any of them could see her. Hearing her voice, Madison sniffled and raised her head slightly, before wrapping her arms around Esme tightly and burying her face in her hair as she spoke.

Hearing that Esme had powers too, her shoulders relaxed just a bit, and she furrowed her eyebrows against her shoulder, “Really?”

She pulled away from her gently, enough to look at her face and scan her eyes as she explained what being an empath meant. Finding out about Esme’s powers made her feel more guilty for a brief second, and she felt the need to apologize, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this, then…I don’t know what to do. And I can’t stay with you, if Dean wants to kill me. I’ll hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you, when he makes my brain angry.”

As Esme’s projection began to affect her, her shoulders lowered slightly and her face turned into a small smile, almost as if she was high. She leaned her head on her shoulder, and sighed.

“I don’t want to be God’s power, like the man in the restaurant said. I just want to learn about the world. I want my mom…”, she whispered quietly, her gaze falling on Dean as she spoke. She sighed as a flutter of wings blew both their hair aside.

“Hello, Esme…”, Castiel muttered as he landed. He had never met the woman, but like most humans, he was aware of her name, and her connection to Dean, “Madison…”
Madison’s head perked up, not instantly recognizing Castiel, until she took in his voice for a few seconds on her own, “Castiel? Castiel?!”

She stood from the statue, carefully removing herself from Esme and practically jumped onto Castiel, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. In shock, he simply stood, his arms at his side and stared at Esme, “Um. You called.”

“I did. I’m so happy to see you. Teach me everything about being an angel…go.”, Madison chirped at him, finally releasing him from her death grip. Castiel smirked lightly, placing a hand on her shoulder to bring her back down to earth.

“You’re not an angel. I can explain everything, but for now…we should all find a place to go where we can be more, discreet. The angels know of you. They’ll be circling almost anywhere you go.”, he explained, giving a glance to Esme, “And your…Esme can come with us.”

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Dean smirked at her response to the laundry bag being dumped on her lap. He knew that she would react that way, but it amused him nonetheless. Sitting on the edge of the bath, he pulled the plug into the drain and turned the water on, holding his hand under the faucet to test the temperature before turning back to her with his eyebrows raised, “Yeah it’s going to be a struggle. I haven’t lived like this in my entire life…and I didn’t even have to sleep with anyone?”

He raised his hands, as if he had met his ‘aha!’ moment in life. He had to think that maybe it was because he didn’t have Sam with him, or that they had never honestly tried to get into anything too nice, in case they messed anything up. If he could get these rooms on sheer look alone, or a bit of a flirt, maybe they should try every time they went out.

“We ought to try this more often.”, he quipped, smiling proudly, “I can smile and talk up the desk clerk. You can do the same at the cafe, and voila! Free room. Free food. Free beer. All because we’re sexy.”

He laughed, standing from the tub and stretching, “Hopefully they hurry with those beers. I’m ready to jump in.”

He was visibly in a better mood, despite leaving an entire hotel of people to die. There was something about this place that just…spiked his dopamine. He almost wanted to call Bobby, now, and brag to him about the digs. But, he knew that it would be easier to tell him after they were no longer enjoying the luxury.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled a bit brighter than he should have as she reacted to the kiss. It was the exact response he was hoping for. He nuzzled against her nose, trying to play into her hand and confirm that they were on the same page, “You did say you were staying. I’m just not a very trusting person…so, I take out insurance.”

He laughed softly, before Sam’s voice rang out in his ears. He closed his eyes, letting a sigh leave his nose as his brother approached, and he turned from Esme, brushing his nose against hers as he turned his head.

“Hey! What…”, he called back, before standing suddenly at their appearance, especially Madison’s hair being in tangles all over her head, “What the hell happened to you guys? We were only gone for a few minutes. You look like you’ve been through a hurricane…”

Madison

Madison was relieved that Sam agreed with her praying to Castiel. So, Castiel was a good guy. Castiel wouldn’t hurt her. Castiel was someone she could confide in. Good.

She followed him, carefully running to keep up with his long strides, as he was a good foot and a half taller than herself. She took note of every aura and every being she passed, feeling different waves of power coming off people, as if they were a mixture of species.

As they arrived and Dean stood and asked what had happened, she reached her hand up to her hair, attempting to smooth it by patting it down. While she failed miserably, she was learning, and that made her smirk but dryly answer Deans question, “There was a loud bunch of voices in my brain. I panicked and caused a um…a scene in the restaurant. But don’t worry…I didn’t hurt anyone this time.”

As she finished, Dean’s face relaxed and he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze from Madison to Sam, “Well that’s a relief. We’re going to have to find a better way for you to deal with your crap, than just having random outbursts every time someone hurts your feelings, alright?”

Madison glanced down at the ground, suddenly feeling guilt in her stomach. Dean sighed, closing his eyes in frustration, and turned back to Esme. He tried to whisper so that only Esme could hear him.

“How am I supposed to be easy on her, when she can’t even have a meal without going nuclear?”, he whispered through gritted teeth. As he turned back toward Madison, she had disappeared, causing him to throw up his hands in exasperation, “Great…just great.”

Madison sat on the base of a statue behind Sam, just out of Dean’s eyesight but not out of Esme’s. She had tried to position herself to the back of the statue, and was hugging her legs, her face buried in her knees as she sobbed. She felt guilt. She felt like she wished she had never been born. It was obvious that everything she touched, exploded. And she didn’t want to be near Dean Winchester.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer

Bobby smirked and shrugged his shoulders as Dean complimented him on the vault that he had built for his own safety, if he was honest. He shifted his eyes to Mika with a proud smile on his face as he stepped into the vault with Dean, allowing him to look around the place.

“Mika’s pretty familiar with the place. It’s got solid iron walls, coated in salted holy water. Devils traps on the floors. There’s warding for just about any thing that we’ve ever known how to ward against, other than angels. Even the ventilation is a devils trap. From 10 am to about 7 pm, the entire room is a devils trap, due to the shadow.”

He explained his handy work excitedly, pointing around at various things as he described them, “And there’s enough food, water and medical supplies in here to last a few months at least.”

He turned back to Dean who was still smiling brightly, as Natalia stepped into the room as well, seeming excited. For a second, Bobby forgot the reason he had needed to show them the vault/panic room in the first place, as he watched the ‘kids’ he loved freak out over something HE did. Then it struck him that they were on a time schedule, “I figure we can bring one of the mattresses down, if needed, or a bunch of blankets and pillows. I don’t figure many of us are gonna be sleeping in the next day or so.”

Dean nodded to him, his smile fading just a bit as he thought of Sam being essentially locked in a cage, waiting for the worst. He ran his finger along the salt crusted walls as Sam stepped into the room and made his comment.

“Yeah, well…this is your home for the next 24 hours.”, he responded to his brother, giving him a cheeky smile as Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder, “Let’s get started on the prep, I guess. Like Bobby said, this sleepover party is going to need a bunch of blankets, some beer, some food, and maybe something for you guys to do…”

Annabeth

Annabeth smiled softly at Natalia as she passed, appreciating the small gesture of good faith and kindness. She realized at that moment that the understanding of what she had done was slowly sinking in for everyone, which caused her shoulders to not be quite as tight. She glanced up at Sam, listening to him explain that they would figure out the angels. She gave him a sad smile, almost telling him with her eyes that what he was saying wasn’t possible.

But she couldn’t help go along with his optimism, nodding to him as he at least admitted that this might not work. She sighed, before they turned to go down stairs, “As long as you’re realistic, Sam…this might not work. I need you to prepare yourself for that.”

She kept hold of his hand, walking down to the vault and stopping at the door, releasing him as they arrived, so he could join Dean and Bobby inside. She peered around the room, noticing how blank it all was, but after listening to everyone talk about the protective properties of the room, she felt instantly safer. As Dean spoke about a sleepover, she couldn’t help laugh quietly, and look down at the floor.

“Sam doesn’t strike me as the sleepover type…”, she spoke up, catching Dean’s attention as she did so. For the first time, since they had met, Dean smiled at her. He was amused, and cut his eyes to Sam, and then back to her.

“You have no idea. Sammy used to LOVE sleepovers. Little pillow forts and flashlight stories. Oh the works…”, he told her brightly, stepping over to slap Sam on the chest as he finished, and Annabeth laughed.

Cason

Cason kept his hands on Esme’s arms as she adjusted herself, sliding them back down to her hands as she got comfortable and asked if he had figured out her secret. He nodded with a small frown, before turning up the corners of his lips into a sad smile.

“Yeah. You could say that. Believe it or not…when I was human, I was a bit of an empath. Being around people like Dean, for example would have put me out for days at a time.”, he muttered, as he concentrated a bit of heat into her hands, “To answer the burning question of how I went to Hell, way back in 1785…I sold my soul, like most, to a demon. When talks of revolution started in New York, I was just a 30 year old drunk.”

He turned her hands over, happy to see that their hands were a bit connected, as he worked what little magic he had cared to remember, in terms of helping people.

“I met this guy in a pub. He was spouting off about helping with freeing the colonies, but he needed payment. I was too drunk to really know what I was doing, and I signed up. The looks on the faces, when a handful of drunk grown men kissed the stranger…phew. I became one of the fighters on the front line, right along side Alexander Hamilton and the other big dogs.”, he smirked, “All was well, the war was won…and then my time came up, and what was it all for? I assume that the nature of why, lead to me being a piss poor demon with a flicker of a soul.”

He gave a small laugh, pulling his hands from hers. He placed her hands gently on her lap and pulled his legs up to wrap his arms around them in front of her.

“But yes. I know you’re an empath.”, he admitted. He then sighed, as he readied himself to tell her his plans for her, in the next 24 hours, “I um…I would like for you to be guarded. I know how most of the people in this house feel about Hellhounds, but my girls answer to me. They would never hurt you. They won’t even come near you, if you would rather they stay away. But I would be a lot less distracted when the demons show up, if you were safe with the dogs.”

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean brought the robes over to the bed, and laid them at the foot. He unfolded the laundry bag afterward, and smiled, “Oh we are definitely snatching those in the morning…”

He stepped over beside her, bending at her request to help her out of the wheel chair. He noticed that one of the “bags” he had brought in with them was the tied up bath towel from the other hotel, full of various pieces of weapons and first aid supplies. He smirked at how ironic it was to have it in this swanky hotel. But he unfolded it, and dumped everything out on the bed, before laying it across the couch for Mika to sit on.

Dean turned to her with a smile, slipping his arm under her legs, while throwing her arm over his shoulders. He placed her gently on the couch, running his hands down her legs to her ankles, lifting them onto the foot stool in front of her, “There you go, princess. I have never been happier with a life or death decision than I am right now. We deserve this…”

He smiled, leaning in to give her a long kiss. He then sat the laundry bag on her lap.

“And you can do laundry, while I run us a bath…”

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Dean laughed at her telling him she was going to wash up in the bath one way or another. He had figured that would be her answer. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking about their options for getting clothing. As an idea clicked, he walked quickly over to the phone, snatching a piece of chocolate from Mika’s lap. As he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth, he also groaned, “Oh god. Can we just live here?”

He picked up the phone while chewing, and dialed the front desk, almost relieved to get a male on the phone.

“Front desk!”, the man said cheerfully, as Dean swallowed his mouthful of chocolate.

“Hey, man. Do you guys do laundry or anything? And does your bar deliver?”, he asked the man on the phone, looking around the room to make sure there wasn’t a hidden beer keg somewhere. The man paused, and then Dean could hear a smile in his voice.

“Certainly. I’ll send someone up. Just place your clothing in the bag we have left in the closet, and we’ll get that laundered and returned to you in a couple of hours. As for the beer, how many bottles would you prefer?”, the man asked, clacking on his keyboard. Dean smiled, and clapped a hand on his thigh.

“A dozen should do.”, he answered, hearing the man gasp lightly, “We had a long drive. So, I’m thinking a good night cap, you know?”

“Um, certainly, sir. We’ll be right up with that.”

“Thank you.”, Dean said brightly, slamming the phone down on the receiver. He turned to Mika, smiling just as brightly, and then ran to the closet to grab the laundry bag. As he grabbed it, he also grabbed both bath robes that hung on a hook in the closet, holding them up, “LOOK AT THIS! And there’s slippers!”

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Dean shrugged his shoulders as he ran back into the main room, honestly not knowing what the honeymoon suite would look like in a place like this. He figured if she had booked him the honeymoon suite, it was in hopes that he would call her up, when she was off her shift. But he wouldn’t dare say that out loud, with Mika being as jealous as she tended to be. Snatching the chocolates off the bed, left the bedroom.

He ran into the bathroom, checking it out and laughing loudly, “The toilet is in a separate room from this huge ass shower! You could fit like five people in here, and there’s a seat.”

Running back into the main room, where she was sitting, he held up the chocolates and smiled, “We’re living like royalty tonight, baby! Bobby would be so pissed if he saw this room. I don’t think we ever stayed in anything this nice. Silver lining to all of this. I take back anything bad I’ve ever said about Minnesota…”

He laughed loudly once again, walking over to the jacuzzi tub that sat next to the bed, his instinct telling him to climb in. Instead, he turned on the water to make sure it worked, and then turned it back off and turned to Mika with a bright smile, “You have stitches, so you can’t take a full bath, but I’m going swimming in here, later. You can watch.”

He waggled his eyebrows, realizing that they didn’t have a lot of fresh clothes left, considering how wet their bags had gotten. An idea popped into his head, and he turned to the phone, staring at it.

“Think they would bring us clothes?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@HEAVY METAL We are waiting for our other Co-GM to come online. Since his characters are some of the ones who are having trouble finding a home in the RP, right now, I'm wanting to give him final say over whether we bring in anyone new.

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Dean rolled his eyes at Mika being grumpy about the free room. He pushed her down the corridor as people watched them, narrowing their eyes as they passed. He decided to defend the woman at the counter, knowing that doing so could go terribly wrong, “I don’t think she saw you. And for people like these? I’m exciting.”

He gave a small chuckle, and also a questioning look down the corridor as he thought over how weird it was that rich people found him so interesting. He had to admit that it was probably the “good girl/bad guy” trope come to life. Shaking the questions from his mind, he reached the door of their room.

“Here we go, madam…”, he quipped, sliding the key card into the door and shoving it open. The light came on automatically, showing that they not only had a king bed, but they had a whole suite to themselves. The room was massive, sporting a jacuzzi tub, a king sized bed, and a whole living room, “Whoa…and all this on account of being a fixer upper? There are chocolates on the pillows!"

He rolled Mika inside, parking the wheelchair near the couch, in case she wanted to try and transfer. Though, he had plans to help her, as soon as he was finished checking the room out. He felt too dirty for the white sheets, and stainless steel sinks. He touched anything he picked up with two fingers, making sure to not smudge the shine on anything in the room.

Supernatural - After The End

Dean Winchester

Dean couldn’t help himself as she smiled brightly at her joking. It was refreshing. His smile almost hurt his face, as his body wanted to reject it, after so much heartbreak and anguish over the last several months. But to his mind, it was an absolute relief. In a moment of ‘fear of missing out’, he leaned forward quickly and stole a kiss, taking a deep breath at the complete and total calm that washed over him as he did so.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still pressed closed and bit his lip gently before opening his eyes and smiling softly at her, “Sorry. I needed to make up for letting you run off without that, last time. You know…just in case you run off again.”

He chuckled at his own words, brushing his nose against hers as he waited for her response. He decided to add a last little joke to the moment, “And now…you have to stay.”

Madison

Madison noticed that the daylight was coming back, outside the windows as she calmed but assessed the damage to the restaurant. She could barely believe that she was able to create such a scene, but she also had to remember that apparently she could blow things up with her mind.

She slid out of the booth as Sam did, reaching for his hand as she found her way to her feet. Even though the light from outside was peering in, it was still rather hard to find where to step, and avoid glass. So, she didn’t bother. She simply stayed close to Sam and nodded, “Hopefully they aren’t far. I think I need help to control this stuff. I prayed to Castiel…”

As she spoke about praying, she heard Castiel’s voice in her head and smiled softly as she and Sam walked out of the diner.

“Stay with the Winchesters.
I will find you guys, if you let me.
I can help with things, but I’m tied up, right now.
Stay safe with the Winchesters

His voice was distant and broken up in places, but it brought her calm. Castiel felt like someone who would understand her, and she knew his name from her mother as someone she could trust.