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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled brightly at the reactions to his sleepover comment, until Mika brought up the times he had hidden from her mom and dad. He frowned, and raised his eyes to the ceiling briefly, before glaring at Mika for bringing up embarrassing stories. Only he was allowed to do that, “Yeah yeah. We’re not talking about me, here. We’re talking about Sammy, his love for facials and teddies…and keeping him safe for the night.”

He gave a small smirk and then laughed, “I’ll go grab the blankets and some sleeping bags. I know where everything is, Bobby…don’t worry about it.”

Bobby nodded to the boys, as Dean patted him on the back on the way out of the vault. His stomach hurt, the more he thought about this whole mess. It wasn’t a pang of optimism, but at the moment, they didn’t really have the luxury of worry.

“There’s a cabinet over there with guns, knives, and about a gallon of holy water. Hell, I think there’s even a few rosaries in there, if you want to give your lady friend some jewelry.”, he explained to Sam, giving him a ‘loving father joking with his son about a new girlfriend’ look, “I’m gonna go upstairs with the girls, and see what we can come up with for defense up there. I have a few ideas, but I need some extra hands.”

Annabeth

Annabeth stepped around the room slowly, as the room began to clear. She went over every crack in the wall, and what Bobby filled it with, as well as the paint of the sigils that were meant to protect her. She laughed lightly at a few of the things that were said, as she studied everything.

She finally made her way across the room, as one by one, everyone ended up leaving the vault, leaving only herself and Sam. She couldn’t help break the silence in the echoing room, even if it changed the mood a bit. It would possibly be the last time she could speak to Sam, before the timer started, and her words became muddled in anxiety.
“I think it’s time for us to have a talk, about how this should go. I’m going to put it bluntly…if this doesn’t work. If it doesn’t…you have to be able to let me go. I feel what you feel, like I’ve known you, missed you, and maybe even in some ways have been attached to you pretty much forever. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m ‘like you’ with whatever is going on with us…or…or maybe it’s something else that I don’t remember…But promise me that if I have to go, you’ll close your eyes, and let me go.”

She spoke the words with a bit of extra clarity, compared to her normal nervous demeanor. It was as if the nervousness and fear were bringing out a bit of clarity. She reached her hand up to Sam’s cheek, brushing her thumb down the bridge of his nose, and over his lips, “Promise me.”

Cason

Cason continued to scan Esme’s face, a bit worried that she was going to say ‘no’ to all of the above options. When she asked the question about being locked in the vault with Sam and Annabeth, he didn’t nod or shake his head, simply staying silent to let her know that his options for protecting her were very limited.

When she finally agreed to the dogs, he smiled, nodding his head, “I can take care of that. I can’t do it for the dogs I’m unattached to, but I can for those that are mine.”

He reached forward, carefully finding a bit of skin on her hand to place his finger on. As he touched her skin, a small black mark appeared, and he pulled his hand back, “I’ll have to talk to them, and you’re welcome to come with…but now, you’re basically marked. They can see you. You can see them. And anyone that comes near you, that doesn’t smell like this house, will be a pile of guts on the floor, before they know what hit them.”

He glanced toward the window, hearing one of his hounds howl, as she grew restless simply standing out in the junkyard. If he gave them something to do, any one of the five would be ecstatic.

“Let’s go get you acquainted with my girls. Sarah is sitting right outside the window over there, and I think Violet is nearby. They’re my biggest two, and I think they’ll love you.”, he joked with Esme, slowly unfolding himself and standing from the floor. He held his hand out to her, “And I’ll remove that mark when we’re through this.”

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Dean pulled his zippo from his pocket, and lit a couple of the candles that were against the wall, next to the tub. He was proud of himself for putting all of this together. They were in a nice place. He had Mika back. He was going to make sure he made the best of it, with her.

He stood and stared at the tub for a few seconds, before turning to Mika. He hadn’t even thought about the note. To him, Raven was just another in a long line of women who had taken his flirting more seriously than he originally intended. However, unlike that long line of women, he had no intentions of sleeping with Raven. He would simply go and explain everything to her, after Mika fell asleep. It would clear up any hard feelings, surely.

He glanced down at the cart, narrowing his eyes as he picked up the note and opened it. After reading the end of the note, he raised his eyebrows, surprised by how upfront Raven was about wanting to have sex with him. He swallowed heavily, but quickly looked away from the note and crumpled it in his hand. He tossed it in the trashcan, "Well that was forward..."

With a quick change of attitude, he smiled brightly at Mika unning over to her, he squatted and kissed her, excited and proud of himself for the romantic bath. He pulled back from the kiss, leaving his nose brushing hers lightly as he smiled, “So, um…do you need help with all these clothes?”

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Dean nearly rolled his eyes at Mika’s exclamation that he didn’t need to sleep with anyone, because she was with him. Of course not, but it was a pretty central part of his personality to flirt, something he had been fighting since he met back up with her.

“Meh. I guess…”, he joked, shrugging his shoulders. He laughed soon after, to make sure she knew he was joking. He knew that he could have just about anything he wanted, with the right hustle. Sometimes that hustle was pool. Sometimes it was sex. Either way, he tended to get what he wanted. The thought made him smirk as the knock on the door jarred him from his thought.

“Beer!”, he called out, standing from the side of the tub and running over to her, to pick up the clothes bag. He ran almost as quickly over to the door, swinging it open with a bright smile, “Hey!”

“Um. Hello, sir.”, the bell boy muttered, pushing a cart into the room and taking the bag of clothes from Dean’s hands carefully. He held the bag out in front of him as he stood, waiting for his tip.

“Oh. I forgot. Gotta tip the bartender, right?”, Dean asked enthusiastically, pulling his wallet out, and slapping a twenty onto the palm of the bell boy. He shoved the twenty in his pocket, pulling a folded piece of paper. He shoved it at Dean.

“And Miss Raven asked me to give this to you. No message.”, he finished, before turning and walking properly down the hallway. Dean held the piece of paper in front of his face for a second, before shrugging absently, and rolling the cart into the room and letting door shut.

“Beer’s here!”, he called out, as he noticed the tub was pretty much full. He stopped the cart in front of Mika, throwing the note beside the bucket without reading it, and stepped over to turn the water off, “And your bath is ready…”

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.”

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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?”