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Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean finished emptying his stomach, flushing the toilet as he continued to hug it and heard a voice that caused his eyes to close tightly. Why would they bring him here, with her? She lived here, but it felt like a cruel joke to make him face her, this soon. He stood slowly from the toilet, his head spinning as he grabbed the door facing, and crept around into the living room.

Bobby stood in the kitchen, making Dean a plate of food for when he woke up. He had also fixed him up a bloody mary, to take some of the edge off his hangover. He heard Mika chime in from the living room, before Dean stepped out of the bathroom, “Um. You could say that. Don’t be mad at me…”

Dean walked across the living room, avoiding any contact with Mika as his eyes quickly glanced to her and then away, confirming his anxiety. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbing a coffee cup. Bobby quickly snatched the mug from his hands, and sat it heavily on the kitchen counter, before handing him the tomato juice cocktail he had prepared. Dean made a face, but Bobby just scowled at him.

“Go ahead and ask…”, Bobby muttered, as he stepped around and pulled Dean’s chair out, pointing to the plate of food he had sat in front of it.

“Okay. What the hell am I doing here? Dad picked me up.”, he groaned, taking a drink of the Bloody Mary with a scrunched face.

“Well. John was working a case when you called. He drove your ass here, dropped you off instead of using you as bait, and told me to keep an eye on you, like the good old days.”, Bobby quipped, an odd smile on his face. He then pulled a chair and sat beside him, “Mika told me everything.”

Dean’s heart sank as Bobby said those words, and he instantly felt sick to his stomach again. He swallowed his drink heavily, raising his eyebrows and closed his eyes, “So you know why I can’t be here, right?”

“I know why you don’t want to be here. That don’t mean you shouldn’t be. I know how you are, boy. I know how much like your daddy you can be, too. Object permanence isn’t your style. You’re Dean Winchester…”, Bobby said his name with emphasis, before standing again, and stepping toward the living room, “But you know what I think about all that? It’s a load of horse shit. You’re better than your daddy. You do something stupid…you fix it. You don’t run from it. Now…no one is leaving this house, until you join us in the living room, and talk to me about this.”

Dean sighed as Bobby left the room, knowing that he would keep his word in not letting him go. He wasn’t angry at Mika. He was devastated. He stood from the chair, grabbing a piece of bacon and shoving it in his mouth as he stepped into the living room behind Bobby, still not making eye contact with Mika.

“Now. We’re going to sit here, until you’re ready to talk.”, Bobby muttered, sitting in his chair near Mika, and giving her a look.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smiled at Esme’s reaction to touching Sarah’s head. Sarah groaned in appreciation of her new friend, nuzzling her smoky head into Esme’s hand. Violet, almost seeming jealous of the attention her sister was getting and strolled over, herself, offering herself to Esme without a prompt, which caused Cason to smile wider.

“While it will be these two who follow you around, any hellhound on this property knows the rules…”, he explained, patting his best girl on the back as she nuzzled Esme and sat on her rump in front of her.

“If you need private time, tell them. They can understand you, for the most part. They will just sit outside whatever door you’re behind. No salt lines, unless they are inside, or they can’t protect you…”, he explained, “And they can’t come near the vault. So, I would stay away from it, as well. Other than that, they’re yours until you decide to give them up. I think you’ll find it relaxing, once you get used to it.”

He looked out over the foggy junkyard, seeing the other hellhounds around the perimeter, patiently waiting for the worst to come. He could feel it in the wind that the demons were probably not going to play by the rules, but why would they? It wasn’t Alastair’s style. He heard the others entering the living room, as they stood with the door open, Bobby grumbling a bit about him wasting the air conditioning, despite the cool air coming through the door.

“We should probably see what the plan is, yeah?”, he said to her finally, nodding toward the open door.

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Dean drank at the bar until John showed up, clapping a hand on his drunk shoulder and pulling him off the barstool. John shouldered his bag, and threw one of Dean’s arms around his shoulders, walking him out of the hotel. He hadn’t seen his son such a mess, since Mika’s attack, which worried him.

Dean was a wreck. His t-shirt was damp, his hair disheveled and there was still a stain of lipstick smeared around his mouth and nose. John sighed as he practically drug his oldest son to the car, dropping him heavily in the passenger seat of his 1967 black Impala. Dean groaned, instantly leaning his head against the seat, and closing his eyes.

“I don’t know what the hell has happened in the last few days, but I’m hoping it’s not what I think.”, John muttered as he sat down in the drivers seat, and slammed the door. Dean groaned at the loud noise, and then let out a loud drunken laugh.

“It’s ex…actly what you think…”, he slurred, as a sad look took over his features and he started to drunk cry, “Dad…am I a bad person? Like…do I deserve the shit I get?”

John didn’t answer, letting the question linger in the air as he listened to Dean’s breathing slow, as a tear fell from his chin and onto the leather seat. After a few seconds, Dean was fast asleep, causing John to sigh again, and start the car.

——

When Dean finally opened his eyes, he smelled the familiar smell of Bobby’s house, jolting from the pillow as if he was electrocuted. He peered around the room, not recognizing this particular part of Bobby’s house, but quickly realized it was Bobby’s bedroom. He narrowed his eyes. Why the hell was he at Bobby’s house?

He stayed on his back, staring at the dusty ceiling as he processed why John would leave him here, after what had happened. Then, he slightly caught a glimpse in his mind of the night before and his stomach cramped violently. He rolled over, falling from the bed with a ‘thud’ and scrambling to run to the bathroom, outside the bathroom door. He dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, without shutting the door, and emptied his stomach of the contents leftover from the night before.

His nausea wasn’t helped by the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

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Dean heard her words echoing in his mind, as he sniffled away a couple of tears, trying to bring back his stoic nature enough to go through with grabbing his clothes and things. If he thought the words over long enough, he would run back to her, and the cycle would start all over again. He pressed the elevator button, pressing it harder and faster, wanting to punch it to make the elevator go faster.

As the doors finally opened, her last words played over in his head again, and he pulled out his phone, flipping it open and texting John.

“Trouble in Minnesota. I need you to pick me up at the Castle Rock hotel, outside Minneapolis.
-Dean

He flipped the phone closed, and leaned against the elevator wall, closing his eyes as another round of tears decided to escape onto his t-shirt, making dark blotches. There was no way he wanted to leave, after all this time. But it was obvious that what she wanted, was something he couldn’t realistically give her. No matter how hard he tried to explain it, she had a different view of life, than he grew up with. Nothing is permanent. Not friends. Not women. No matter how much you care about them.

He stepped out of the elevator, dragging his feet as he stepped across the hall and unlocked their door. He looked around the room, with cloudy eyes, quickly spying his bag on the floor. Within a few minutes, he had reluctantly packed all his clothes back into the bag, leaving hers in a neat pile on the couch.

Dean stopped at the bedside table, seeing the pad and pen there. He leaned down, picking up the pen, and wrote a simple note that she would understand.

“Come find me, when you figure out what home is.
It’s not that simple, for me.
-Dean”

Blinking away one last tear, he turned and left the room, not wanting to linger too long. He made his way down to the bar, knowing John would take a while to get to him, or even to answer his text. His best bet was to relax, and grab a drink. As he pulled up a stool, he dropped his bag with a ‘thud’ and held up his fingers, pointing at a top shelf bottle of whiskey.

Supernatural - After The End

Madison and Castiel

Madison nodded to Castiel as he mentioned she needed to be somewhere safe. She didn’t understand how she wasn’t an angel. Her powers were angelic and there were angels after her. That made her mind swirl with ideas of being an angel, and romanticized emotions about flying through the heavens and helping people.

“The house I was born in…is it safe?”, she asked him, and he narrowed his eyes, trying to think of a way to tell her ‘no’, and simply shook his head, “Then where?”

“I have been preparing a building, not far from here, since before you were born.”, Castiel explained simply, turning his eyes to check on Dean. He then turned back to her and gave a small smirk, “I had a feeling you would be, how do you say it…a handful. So I warded the place from everything short of God himself, and you’ll be safe there until we figure out our next steps.”

Madison turned excitedly to Esme, “We have a house to go to! And I…”

As she spoke, another angel’s wings could be heard fluttering, as an angel blade pierced her back and the tip shoved through to appear from her stomach. She didn’t react, really. She simply stood, staring down at the blade tip, “Esme?..”

Castiel reacted, stepping forward without hesitation, and stabbing his own angel blade through the angel’s chin, and skull. The angel’s eyes lit up with a long scream, before he collapsed, his wings burned into the sidewalk.

“Madison. Are you?”, he started to ask, watching her not falter, just stand confused.

Dean Winchester

Dean nodded his head to Sam, processing the thoughts he was already having himself, with Sam’s confirmation. He knew that hiding Madison was their only choice, and that there was a good chance that they would fail, and Dean would be forced to kill her. Like Sam, he wondered how that was even possible, considering Angels were damn near impossible to take out on their own, much less their offspring.

And with all of the buzzing going around on Angel radio, about her powers, he had to assume she was godlike, if that’s what the angels believed. Seeing Castiel land, and speak to Madison caused his heart to flutter and a relieved sigh to leave his throat. He had hoped Castiel would come around sooner rather than later, but he was here now, and Madison recognized him, judging by her reaction.

He started walking over to them slowly as they spoke, stopping and furrowing his brow at Madison not being an angel. On one hand, they already knew that she wasn’t just an angel, but a hybrid between an angel and a human, but she seemed more angel than human. He didn’t speak up about the observations, only watched Cas explain their safety plan.

As Madison turned and was instantly impaled, his fatherly instincts took over, causing him to run to her, “Nooo! No. Hey kid…”

He grabbed her, his hand cradling her head in case she collapsed and his other hand coming to hold the blade in her back. As Castiel dispatched the angel behind him, causing his body to nearly fall onto Sam’s legs as he collapsed, Madison swatted Dean’s hand away from her back. She grabbed the handle of the blade herself, slowly pulling it from her back.

Dean looked to Sam, asking him to chime in as he attempted to stop her hand from removing the blade. She finished and dropped the blade with a loud ring onto the sidewalk, the wound not even bleeding.

“That hurt…”, she whispered, her eyes angry and scared again, glowing amber and bright. Castiel stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder, which she shrugged off, a slight wind surrounding her again. Dean desperately looked to Sam for answers, as Sam had been through this with her before.

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Dean sighed as she completely rejected his explanation for what happened. He knew, at that moment, that he was screwed. She hadn’t been around him, enough, during the time that he was mourning, or even just before they met. It was in his nature to let women use and abuse him. Hell, it was in his nature to reciprocate, to the point that he didn’t even know how to tell them ‘no’ anymore.

He pushed her into a small meeting room, wanting to get some of the worst of the conversation overwith, before he tried to ask her for the room key. He had forgotten to grab his own, with his alcohol level being so high. He stopped the wheel chair, engaging the brake and began pacing in front of her as she lit into him about what had happened.

Even now, sobering up, he had trouble with why she was so upset. Yet, part of his brain completely understood the outrage. It’s not like he had never witnessed a girl being upset with him over someone else, before. As she finished speaking, his eyes were clenched shut, his jaw tight and he was panting, and barely realized it.

“I…um…”, he started, not knowing how to address the anger that she was showing, “This had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

He let out a long sigh that he had been holding in, his chest feeling the relief instantly. He then shook his head, still going over her words.

“How could you say that to me?”, he asked, as he processed her saying she should have died, and that she was some sort of burden to him, “How could you even think to say that to me? I never intended for this to happen, regardless of how I am, normally. I wouldn’t betray your trust, willingly. I never thought that coming down and telling a woman to go away, because I’m not alone would cause me to practically be assaulted! I stopped her, which is more than I would usually do! I…”

He was beginning to feel frustrated tears well up in his eyes, and he still avoided her eyes. Dean paced, running a hand down his face slowly, “I’ll um…I’ll call Bobby. I’ll tell him what happened, everything. He can come pick you up in the morning with the tow truck, and I’ll just…I’ll just wait for my dad. It was honestly stupid to think this could work…”
He dropped his hand roughly to his side, with a low growl, and turned toward the door of the ballroom, where the nice concierge guy was standing, his back turned, attempting to give them privacy.

“And for the record, I was never going to sleep with her, even after all that. It’s stupid to try and explain that, now. So…”, he muttered, before stepping through the ballroom door. He was doing what he always did. He was running away from a problem he didn’t have a solution for. The concierge guy simply stood in the doorway, handing Dean a spare room key and waiting for Mika to decide what she wanted to do next, as Dean passed him, a sad and unfortunate look on his face.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason smiled, pleased that she agreed to take his hand. He pulled her to his side as she stood, seeing the nervousness on her face, “I promise…I’m not going to let them hurt you.”

He spoke the words with a serious look on his face, reaching a hand up to quickly brush his thumb down her chin in an attempt to elicit a smile. He then turned to the front door, bringing her along with him as he turned the door knob, and swung the door open.

Sarah quickly turned her head, and peeked around the door facing as they approached. She stood about a half a foot below Cason’s eye level, her smoky hair whipping around as the chilly night air washed over them.

“Hey, darlin’.”, Cason almost cooed to her as he stepped over the threshold of the door, and onto the small porch. She backed up as he pulled Esme through the doorway with him, bringing her in front of Sarah. Her appearance was akin to a Doberman Pinscher, made of smoke and glowing red eyes as she pulled her lips back to show her teeth, “This is Esme. I know…she’s a human. But you need to protect her, at all cost. No matter what you see. No matter where I go. You watch her.”

Sarah turned her gaze to Esme, stepping forward with a small thud and bowing her head. Cason didn’t stop his orders as she did so, bringing his hand to her snout, “And anything that tries to get into this house, or near her, that doesn’t smell like I do…destroy.”

Sarah growled, almost excited at the permission to kill something. She kept her bowed stance in front of Esme, as Cason reached down for Esme’s hand. He yanked her forward, placing her hand amongst the wisping smoke atop Sarah’s head, allowing her to pet the hellhound, something humans never were allowed to do, or they would be torn to shreds.

“She can’t hurt you now, even if she wanted to. Even the guy I stole her from, as a puppy, has no say, here.”

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.

@AnnaBeth

And since he's not logging on often right now...it seems like we're at a standstill. I haven't heard from him in a few days.

I'm going to ask that you maybe wait to introduce the character, and if we find a spot in the story, after this big battle, I can message you, if that's okay. If you're not interested after waiting like this, I understand that too.

Supernatural-My Battle (FuriePhoenix+AnnaBeth)

Dean’s mind delayed Mika’s screaming, between being drunk and maybe a little turned on by how forward this girl was being. However, when Raven was suddenly yanked off his lap, he bolted up, confused. His eyes then fell on Mika, as she punched her and fell beside him. He honestly had no idea how to react to what had just happened, but his mind sobered really quickly from the chaos.

“Oh no. Oh God. Um…I…”, he stammered, trying to both assess the blood that was now flowing down her leg, but also explain himself for what she had just seen. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten himself into one of these situations, but it was the first time with Mika. As the concierge man from earlier came to hand Dean some bar towels, he picked Raven up from the floor, unsurprised by what had just happened. He shoved her toward a door at the end of the small corridor, and leaned in to Dean.

“We won’t press charges. This isn’t the first, and probably won’t be the last, sir.”, he explained to Dean, who simply nodded, confused. Dean pressed the bar towels against Mika’s leg, attempting to stop the bleeding without a word. He felt sick to his stomach. The odds of her staying around now, were completely void, and he couldn’t blame her, even if he didn’t fully grasp monogamy, or why it meant so much to people. As his brain struggled to sober up, he avoided her eyes. The concierge chimed in again, “You two have the conversation you need to have, and either I’ll go up after and help you pack, sir…or I’ll help the misses to your room.”

He then stepped away from them and left them alone. Dean still stayed silent, his stomach in his feet as he pressed on the wound, pulling the rag away to check the bleeding. He was satisfied that it was barely bleeding, which meant it could be simply wrapped and left alone.

“It’s not bleeding…”, he whispered finally, still not able to look her in the eyes. He ran his hand across his mouth out of stress, quickly realizing that he was basically wearing Raven’s lipstick, from his nose to the bottom of his chin, and his lip was bleeding. Taking one of the spare bar cloths, he wiped his mouth clean of the lipstick, as best he could and sighed, “I um…I had planned to come down and…and tell her to just leave me alone. And she came out of nowhere…”

As he tried to explain, he took another deep breath, wiping a drip of blood away from his bottom lip from Raven’s assault on it. There was no way to explain how he was, despite her already knowing him so well, that didn’t sound like excuses. So, he stood, and pulled the wheelchair back over toward her, engaging the brake.

“Let’s go…”, he muttered, swallowing heavily and looking around the bar area at the patrons who were staring at him. He smirked and nodded at a few of them to get them to change their gaze, “I have a feeling we need to have a talk about a few things.”

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Dean noticed the way she kissed him, becoming a bit interested in why she was being so forward all of the sudden. He didn’t press it, though, as she offered to allow him to help her with her clothes. Smiling a bit brighter, he reached up for the waistband of her shorts, hooking his fingers in her underwear as he went, “The side of the tub isn’t super tall. So, you should be able to prop your leg up there…”

He slowly and methodically pulled the shorts from her feet and tossed them into what was beginning to be a pile. He then stood from her briefly, toeing out of his boots, and undressing himself, as he didn’t have any plans to miss out on using this posh tub.

Throwing his hoodie into the pile, he flexed his muscles for a second, trying to dull out the pain in his back and bent back down to her, lifting her into his arms, “I’m going to be as careful as I can…”

He placed his tongue between his teeth as he slowly lowered her into the tub, once they were in the small bathroom, leaving both her legs hanging over the side to fix how she liked them. He then turned around, stepping back into the room long enough to grab the cart, and rolled it in behind him, “And we can’t forget the beer…”

He pulled two beers from the bucket, setting them on the side of the tub, and then stepped in with a small splash. He popped the tops on the beers, and leaned forward while waggling his eyebrows, handing one to her.

———-

Dean woke up from what was either too short of a nap, or an alcohol induced sleep. Judging by how drunk he still felt, he assumed it was the latter. He smirked at the flashing memories from earlier, looking down at his chest to find Mika sleeping. Despite their injuries, the night had gone like many with them, and alcohol.

He carefully slipped out from under Mika’s arm, quickly grabbing the robe that he had dropped on the floor earlier in the night and wrapping it around his body. In his alcohol induced fever dream, he had a strong urge to check in on the note from earlier. He would feel rude if he didn’t at least explain to the woman that he wasn’t interested. Yet, he also should have known that being drunk, and doing so was a bad idea, as well. He had most definitely drank more of the beers than Mika.

Concierge had brung their clothes back, earlier in the night. He only remembered because he was forced to give them a bit of extra money, to keep them from reporting him answering the door naked. The clothes were even folded, which made the place look even more fancy.

He lazily reached for a pair of jeans, a plain green t-shirt and a white flannel shirt, before stealing his belt from his other pair of jeans. His attempts to stay quiet were made difficult by his efforts to get into a clean pair of jeans while intoxicated, but he finally managed to do so…even tying his own boots. Without grabbing a key card, Dean left the room and walked down the hall, to the elevator.

While inside the elevator, he went over and over the speech in his mind, trying to remember how to turn down a woman. However, as he stepped off the elevator, Raven was seated on a sofa nearby, in the bar. It was as if she was waiting patiently for him to come down stairs, which struck him as odd. She happily stood from the sofa, and stepped over to him.

“Hey, there…stranger.”, she purred at him. He raised his eyebrows, noticing that shew as now in a cocktail dress and heels, instead of her uniform that he had seen her in earlier.

“Um. Hi. You left me a note…and um…about that…”, he started, nervously as she linked her thumbs in two of his belt loops, “Um. I’m not alone.”

“I didn’t ask you if you were alone, did I? You came.”, she said plainly, pulling him down a small hallway, and onto another sofa. None of the workers that passed them seemed surprised by her aggression, even seeming like they saw this often, with her. She quickly straddled his waist, and locked them into a kiss. It wasn’t in Dean’s nature not to kiss back, especially while drunk and stressed. Involuntarily, he tangled his fingers in her hair, even though his brain was screaming at him that this was bad, and this would end…badly.

But she was kissing him. And she was pushing his shirt up. What was he supposed to do? His brain was so confused that it felt on fire, as her hands ended up on his belt, an action that caused his hand to instinctively grab her wrist firmly.

“There’s the line…”, she whispered, biting his lip roughly as she pulled back from him for air, “Not everyone is comfortable in public. It’s okay. You’ll get over that with me.”