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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason moved to lay a bit flatter on his back as Nat draped her arm over him and her head pressed to his shoulder. Bringing his arm around to brush his fingers through her hair, he listened to her worries. He had already known she wouldn’t be prepared for the pain of the day and the only thing he could really do…was support her as best he could.

As she continued, Cason’s head seared with that same battery acid feeling he had explained to Esme the night before, “I know today is going to be rough. But I’ll be there, the whole day. If it gets too much, I’ll be there and we can go for a walk…”

He knew it wouldn’t be much comfort, or at least he didn’t think it was very comforting. But at the same time, what Nat seemed to need was someone to tell her that everything was going to be okay, even when it felt like the worst day of all of their lives. What little he knew of Mika, he knew she would want at least that…for them to be okay.

At the question of whether the fear of a final goodbye was stupid, Cason frowned deeply and tilted his head down to look at her face properly, “No. That’s not stupid at all. You guys were close, closer than either of you would like to admit. One of the things I’ve learned about humans, and vaguely remember from being a human…is that relationships tend to be deep. Losing someone you care about feels like drowning, I have to assume. The emotion that Duke was showing last night when I had to break his arm to talk him out of suicide…”

Cason paused and took a deep breath, wincing a bit at the pain in his forehead, “I wouldn’t have been able to imagine that level of pain and hopelessness if I tried. So, no. The fear of saying goodbye seems mild. Just…don’t run off. I’ll go with you.”

Anna

Anna nodded her head in understanding as Sam explained that he was still feeling heavy, even though he got some rest. Of course that was the case. Anna hadn’t known Mika nearly as long as the rest of the group, aside from Cason and Esme, and even her chest hurt even thinking about the events coming. When Sam reached down and toyed with her hand, she glanced down at his hand, but let him just express his fears for the day.

“Well, you need to handle your own emotions today, too, Sam. Both our hearts are hammering. I can see my pulse. Between that and the…situation, you have to remember yourself, alright?” Anna did her best to not lecture Sam, especially about the demon blood, but she had to be honest about her own worries…for him.

Anna turned her eyes toward the back window of the car as she heard Duke yelling for Esme. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, until Sam asked if they should go help. After thinking about it for a second, Anna shook her head, as Duke stopped yelling and she heard Esme calling out for Duke off in the distance.

“I think Esme found him, actually.” She said softly, turning back to throw her legs over Sam’s. She picked his hand up and took a deep breath.

“What do you need? I want to help you get through today.”

Duke

Duke was beginning to tear up, his soreness telling him that even if he wanted to, he likely wouldn’t be able to run off and find Esme. He definitely couldn’t fight through anything for her in the moment. He was helpless and if she had gone somewhere or was taken…his hands were tied.

Then he heard it, Esme’s voice. It wasn’t loud, but as he turned toward the sound, a wave of relief washed over him that caused both his shoulders to visibly fall. He relaxed his hands, and sighed, sniffling before he began limping toward Esme. Just the sound of his nickname leaving her lips was enough to send his heart racing somewhere into the field where he couldn’t catch it if he tried.

“God, don’t ever do that again…” Duke sighed as he finally made it to where Esme was sitting, stumbling in the grass before hitting his knees in front of her. He didn’t give much of a warning, crawling to where he could cage her in, and lay her back. After he looked over her face for a moment to make sure she was all in one piece and fine, his heart picked up again and he leaned down, kissing her deeply.

As heartbroken as he would likely be later that morning, for a moment, he had a win. Breaking the kiss briefly, he pulled his head back, still not aware that he was bleeding from his neck and one of the places on his cheek, “Why were you sleepin’ outside?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Name: Beau Dickenson

Nicknames: Cowboy, Big Dog

Species: Human/Hunter

Age: 30

Appearance: 6'6", Large and Muscular


Relationship to characters(optional): He knows of the Winchesters but has never met them.

Bio:
Beau was thrust into the hunting life, just like most other hunters. He grew up on a farm in southern Texas. He was a simple kid that liked to ride horses, play outside, and just…be a kid. Things were normal, all the way into his adulthood, when he took over the farm and his parents decided to downsize. They moved into town, and Beau was left to care for the land, with his girlfriend, Clara.

One night, Clara came up missing. Beau searched the entire property and horrifically, he found her, mauled by an animal in the middle of a meadow. As he mourned her, he was also attacked, and for some reason, left barely alive. He couldn’t explain what had attacked him, or why he was left alive. He couldn’t explain how the hunters that found him knew he would be there, or that he would be attacked.

All he knew was that there was more out there than he had ever known, and that those forces had taken everything from him. Years later, he learned that it had to be demons. The demons had killed his parents, killed his fiancé, and had left him alive…but why?

He obsessed over things for a while, before an older hunter sat him down and made him realize that he was accomplishing nothing by obsessing over demons. He could do something good with his interests and the skills he had picked up. He could help others…

So, Beau became a hunter.



Weapons: A sawed off shotgun with salt rounds, iron bars, a Colt .45 semi auto pistol.

Vehicle: A black 1994 Chevy Silverado

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anya

Anya watched Sam’s face closely as he contemplated how he as feeling. She could tell something might be on his mind, but she had to chalk it up to worry for her, or at least guilt. Then, he mentioned that tension and the reason for it, and Anya sighed, waving her hand as if to tell him not to worry about her voice. But she knew he would dwell on it. Even Cason seemed to be dwelling on it and he was a demon.

She pulled her phone down to her chest, and typed a message, turning back to him to look up at his eyes. After she knew that she had eye contact, she raised her eyebrows, giving a stern ‘listen to me’ look, before pressing play on the phone.

“I hate it too. But can we still talk? Yes. Are we all alive? Yes. We will find another way, if there’s another way. But this isn’t your fault.”

After the message finished playing, Anya leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Sam’s lips, pulling back to give him one more stern look, just to punctuate the fact that she wouldn’t tolerate him self blaming any more than he already had…or any more than the nurses had at the hospital.

Dean

Dean frowned in confusion as Nat took Cason’s side and repeated his words, as if Dean was expecting anything less. And then when Lexi laughed at Nat’s retort, Dean nearly clutched his metaphorical pearls, turning to give Lexi a look. “I didn’t say she was a teenager. I…”

But then Nat agreed with Lexi and Dean instantly felt overpowered and outnumbered, an uncomfortable situation that Dean usually avoided like the plague with women. He threw his hands up a bit and then held them out in front of him, as Nat continued to tell him off.

“No. No no no. I don’t want to know what you and…your demon boyfriend do in the dark. I would rather gouge my eyes out with screwdrivers. And since when do you take up for her?!” Dean asked, turning to Lexi with an exasperated look. “I was just…I’m just…You know what? Nevermind. Nevermind. Now that you guys are getting along, I should just keep my mouth shut.”

Cason stepped away from the stove, with Anna behind him, bringing a bunch of bacon and eggs to the table. Anna sat her plates down on the table in front of Sam and Anya, before walking back to the counter to grab the last two pieces of toast from the toaster.

“Alright kids. Let’s get to a bigger table and see what today’s gonna hold, shall we?” Cason called out to everyone, gesturing for someone else to grab the plates.

“Since when are you the boss?” Dean asked with a scoff, dodging Anna’s slap to his hand as he attempted to steal a piece of toast. Cason shrugged his shoulders.

“Since I’m the only demon you know, and…you need my expertise.”

Dean was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how to respond, until Anya’s phone suddenly broke the silence and Anna had to turn her head to her shoulder to stifle her laughter as she walked out of the kitchen, toward the war room. Anya stood from the table, holding her phone in the air as it played her message and she followed Anna.

“I would rather the demon be the boss right now. He has the food and the information.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason was a bit relieved that Esme just spoke to him as if they didn’t have a past or he wasn’t a demon who could never understand human emotion. Considering she had tried to kill him after Duke died, it was more of a surprise to Cason than he would speak out loud. When she explained that she could feel a bit of emotion from him, he furrowed his brow. But in that moment, he was attempting to keep yet another human in the house safe, and make them rest. So, he softened his face and shrugged his shoulders at Esme’s assumption that she might not be able to sleep.

“I get that. There’s a lot of…stuff going on.” He grumbled, staring at the grass in front of him for a moment. He chuckled softly but felt a bit of a flutter in his head when Esme confirmed that having Sarah around had actually been beneficial to her. It was something he hadn’t thought of when he gave Esme a Hellhound, mostly just wanting to keep Esme safe. But if he thought about it hard enough, keeping her mental health in check was…keeping her safe.

Cason’s attention piqued outside of his own thoughts once again, when Esme stated that she HAD heard of what he was experiencing. The searing pain was something that had plagued the majority of his thoughts and gave him an uncomfortable brand of anxiety. It made him leave the presence of the humans around him, just to get a bit of a break from it, specifically the humans that he “cared for”. He leaned back on his hands, crossing his legs again, and glanced over at Sarah, as she began trying to force Esme to rest. At Esme’s offer, Cason nodded.

“Yeah. I’d like to at least try and understand it. If anything, it would clear up a lot of…things and would make it easier to explain to Nat. If there’s any information, I kind of need it.” He muttered, his voice flat and annoyed. He didn’t like the human side of whatever the feeling was, but it seemed to keep Nat close to him, at the same time. It was the most annoying give and take he had experienced in over a century.

Esme’s voice drew him out of his thoughts once again, when she asked for his help, causing Cason to raise his eyebrows in surprise. But he nodded. He turned his eyes from her and narrowed them, staring at the moon for a moment as she explained the favor. Of course it was a demon deal, something that he would have access too, but usually didn’t lead to anything good for humans. The name Ryker floated around in his head, and he could almost see a face. It stung as familiarity but he couldn’t quite place where he had heard or seen the information. But if this ‘Ryker’ was involved with the asylum, Cason wanted to help, if not just for vengeance. He frowned and cleared his throat, bringing his hands back to his lap, “I can ask around my circles. The name sounds familiar enough. I’m sure I’ve heard it because of the crew that ran that stupid asylum…”

He paused for a few moments, his mind rattling over the possibility of any of the girls being targeted by another demon from that place coming for Esme…or Nat…and a soft growl left his throat. But as he opened his mouth to speak again, he caught Esme’s gentle breathing, and realized she was asleep. It was his cue, and after a few moments, he pointed at Sarah, before disappearing.

“Watch over her. I’ll be back soon.”

The Next Morning

Cason

Cason had stood by the fence line, having interrogated sources for a few hours. If anything, it was something to do. But now, the sun was coming up and the roughness of the day was peeking over the horizon. The whole lot would soon be full of mourning and pain that Cason wasn’t fully prepared to deal with, but for once, he wasn’t going to just disappear. Nat needed him, if nothing else.

Turning from the fence, he snapped his fingers at Sarah, “Hey. Get her up. I have to go check on Nat, alright? Be gentle.”

After giving Sarah a look to make sure she knew he was serious, he disappeared and reappeared in the bedroom, back to his position on the bed next to Nat. He sank into the mattress and reached over, and brushed a strand of hair from her face, trying to gently wake her for what would be an emotional day, “It’s morning…”

Anna

Anna stirred just a bit when Sam first sat up, reaching out for him absentmindedly. She found his thigh in her sleep, and it was just enough for her brain to register that he wasn’t asleep with her. As she patted around on his thigh, her eyes fluttered open and she glanced up at him, closing one eye in the sunlight, “It’s morning…”

Letting him go, Anna rolled a bit onto her back, scooted down and then sat up beside him, before reaching out and toying with the curl that sat against his forehead, “Did you get any sleep at all? You don’t look terrible at least…”

She smiled softly, pushing the curl behind Sam’s ear before dropping her hand to her own knee, in case he didn’t want to be touched. Judging by his heartbeat, he was beginning to think about the weight of the day, something she had hoped they could avoid for a bit longer, but…it was coming like a storm.

Dean

Dean slept like the dead, after downing a pain pill that Bobby had forced on him. But as the sunlight peeked into the living room, he was dragged out of pleasant dreams into the real world. Almost instantly, his stomach lurched, cramped, and he was reminded of reality. As if Bobby could read his mind and his emotions, he appeared in the living room, holding a coffee mug. Bobby didn’t say anything at first, just holding the mug out to Dean as he sat up on the couch.

“I made it Irish. Figured you might need it.” Bobby grumbled, handing off the mug before taking a drink of his own coffee and walking over to his desk. Bobby sighed as he sat down in his chair, and propped his feet up on the desk, “So, you learned the hard way that your adopted brother is a bit of a scrapper when he’s upset, yeah?”

“Not really how I want to start my morning, Bobby, considering…” Dean sighed, waving his hand around in front of his bruised and battered face, before taking a drink of his coffee.

“Well, you’re gonna talk about it. I won’t push it, now, but I’m worried about you, especially now.”

“I’m fine. Duke is fine. I don’t want to talk about…the rest.” Dean attempted to be as stoic as possible, not looking up at Bobby, who’s body language was projecting some intense annoyance.

“Fine. You’re fine. You’re always fine. For now? I’ll accept that. But you don’t go runnin’ off in your head. Say what you want about Duke, but you’re just as bad and you know it. So, drink your coffee…It’s gonna be a long day.” Bobby lectured, before he himself turned inward and opened a book in front of him, burying himself in work.

Dean sighed, taking another drink of coffee, before he glanced over at the basement door and his stomach cramped painfully. This wasn’t going to be the end…whether the rest of the group liked it or not…

Duke

Duke awoke with a start, his head instantly feeling like it weighed a ton. As his brain pulsed painfully, he reached out and patted the bed beside him, frowning at the fact that Esme wasn’t there. She wasn’t one to run off, and he couldn’t imagine her having any reason to just…not be there. When he fell asleep, she was right there.

Throwing his legs over the bed with a groan at his own soreness, Duke shoved his feet into his boots, not bothering to get dressed as he stomped toward the door of the RV, and then out onto the lot. He barely even noticed the limp in his own footsteps or how sore his entire body was, or that he had ripped the glue that had been used to patch up his throat, causing it to bleed a bit.

He couldn’t see Sarah. He had no idea where Esme had gone and the fear of her running off, or being snatched for some unknown reason was tearing at his stomach as he limped around the lot. He limped across the lawn to the shooting range, hoping that maybe she was just sitting out there like she used to, enjoying the morning sun before the inevitable. But he didn’t see her there either.

“Esme?!” He called out across the lawn, a bit afraid he would scare the whole house if he yelled too loud. But the care of waking others was fading with every second that his heart rate increased.

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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason dropped his smirk as Esme confirmed that Duke was safe, but she seemed to have a lot on her mind. He could almost smell it on her as he reached down into his boot and retrieved his knife, flipping it over the back of his hand casually. He didn’t even interject when she began to explain that her dreams had kept her awake after spending some time with Mika’s body. Cason winced, his head searing with a bit of sympathy.

“I get that.” He said simply but then she began to open up, asking what seemed like the universe if she was really okay. He felt a bit of relief in the fact that she probably couldn’t process any of his emotions and for once, she was getting some quiet, out in the lot…with a demon. The thought almost made him laugh. Of all people, the one that Esme seemed to need for confiding was Cason. He glanced down at the staff, while watching Esme get more comfortable, before she tried to change the subject.

Trying to be a good human…foil(?), Cason turned his eyes from Esme and glanced up at the moon, before letting out his own sigh, “I just heard you out here, from in there and I assumed that either you were beating up a tree and had maybe a few too many drinks to get the cowboy to sleep or something might be wrong. So, I decided to at least come and check it out. I was bored anyway.”

Cason scanned over Esme’s face, flashing a polite smile as he shrugged and flipped his knife over the back of his hand, before wiggling it by the tip with a small chuckle, “I’m assuming you can’t really feel emotions from the void of a demon. So, things must be pretty quiet in your head, right now. If you need a nap, I’ve got nothing going on until Nat inevitably wakes up in a few hours.”

Cason shrugged awkwardly and began twirling his knife around his fingers again, “I know daylight is going to hit all of them like a train. So, the peace and quiet might be good for you. Or we could just talk…if you don’t tell anyone I offered free therapy. My head hurts enough as it is.”

It was then that Cason thought of something that only Esme would have the slightest chance of knowing anything about, “Speaking of…Have you ever heard of demons having...accidental emotions in the form of battery acid burning through their brain? I haven’t mentioned it to Nat, because I don’t know if it’s something I really…can mention to Nat. If she’s sad, it burns. If she’s upset, it burns. If I think I should feel guilty for something, it burns, and it’s…concerning.”

Sarah walked over, as Cason’s head began to burn, and she seemed to notice he was uncomfortable, nudging him roughly before walking over to nudge Esme as well.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean

Dean thought about the idea of being in the main room of the house after what had happened with Duke and the fact that the basement door would likely haunt him all night if he was too close to it. But after a few moments of thinking, he finally decided to nod.

“Yeah. It’s just a few hours of sleep, right?” He conceded, causing Cason to position himself to help Dean off the bed. Dean waved him off a bit, and he turned to put his feet on the ground. After a moment of collecting himself from the soreness, Dean groaned loudly and stood up, causing Cason to reach out and wrap an arm around him. Dean flinched, as if hew as going to push him away again, only for Cason to stop and glare at him.

“You’re never going to make it down those stairs. You might as well just accept the help, like Nat said. I never have to touch you again, after tonight, but accept the help and stop being a baby.” Cason scolded him, tightening his grip around Dean’s waist. He reached down and grabbed Dean’s wrist, slinging it over his shoulder, before turning toward the door. “I will never mention it again, if it helps your feelings…”

“Deal. Let’s go.” Dean grumbled, reaching his other hand out for Nat, to keep her close. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t appreciate the help, or her being close to him. He was thankful. He was just…not mentally good.

Anna

Anna was very pleased that Sam hadn’t fought her as they walked out to the Impala. It was almost as if he was too tired to fight it anymore, which may have been a blessing in disguise. Maybe…just maybe, he would actually get some sleep. As Sam willingly crawled into the backseat, removed his boots and wrapped up on her, she just allowed him to.

If anything, this was welcome with how fast both their hearts were beating. Sam’s skin was burning hot, not feeling cold against Anna’s skin the same as anyone else’s would, because they were both still feeling the effects of the demon blood they had drank. But she couldn’t hear Cason’s heart anymore. She could only hear the quick and steady beating in Sam’s chest, and in that moment…when grief seemed to be the dominating emotion around them, it was enough.

Anna wrapped her arms around Sam’s arm, settling against him as he buried his face in her hair. She didn’t move, settling her breathing as Sam sweetly mumbled into the back of her neck, “Well I’m not going anywhere. Just rest. I’ll still be right here in the morning…promise.”

She made sure he could hear the small smile in her voice as the exhaustion began to sink in, and she tangled their legs and began to drift off.

A bit later - Cason

Cason sat on the bed, Nat sleeping at his side and he chewed at his lip. As he stared at the window, he could hear a bit of movement in the lot but it didn’t dawn on him that it was Esme until he listened to her footsteps for a few moments. Tilting his head in a bit of confusion, Cason carefully pulled his arm from under Nat’s face and very slowly rolled out of bed. He walked over to the bags and picked up his jacket, shoving his arms into it and pulling it up on his shoulders before heading for the bedroom door.

Even though he tried to be quiet while walking through the living room, Dean’s snorting in his sleep startled Cason a bit and he stopped his creaky footsteps, glancing over as Dean rolled over a bit with a groan and fell back into his coma. Cason was once again startled when Bobby’s voice rang out from the kitchen, just as Cason was reaching for the front door knob.

“Esme’s still up, if you’re wonderin’. Everyone else is still asleep.” Bobby grumbled, taking another swig from his bottle of whiskey, which caused Cason to frown.

“Well, I recommend you getting some sleep too, alright? Drinking up all the alcohol in the house will just piss off the kids. You need anything?” Cason whispered, and Bobby simply waved him off, which caused Cason to frown again. He didn’t know how to help humans through the grief they were dealing with, but something had to give around this house…

Cason opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, looking out over the dark lot. He listened closely in the dark, and eventually, turned and landed his eyes on Esme, sitting on her knees in the moonlight. Closing the door behind him, he jogged down the steps and made his way out to the fence line, to see what was going on. As he got closer, he decided it was safe enough to speak to her.

“You good? Looks like you really slayed those mannequins.” Cason teased at first. But he continued to get closer, eventually stepping up beside her, and dropping to his ass on the ground, crossing his legs. “I figured you would be nice and cuddled up with the problematic cowboy. I’m assuming that if you’re out here, and I have his keys…he’s still sleeping, yeah? He hasn’t made the stupid decision to run off on foot.”

All Roads Lead To You

Duke and Dean

Duke was taken aback for a moment when Esme placed her hand against his chest and put some space between them. For a moment, he was afraid that she was going to push him away completely and that he had ruined the moment. But behind all of the potential negative tension that could bubble, Esme was obviously trying to hide a smile. This was something Duke took great pride in and he tilted his head back a bit.

The serious look that came next caused Duke’s heart to flutter in his chest. Once again, he had to read her expression, and every single micro expression on her face to try and decipher whether he had ruined the night. He decided to assume the opposite and when she accused him of trying to get her drunk, Duke turned his eyes up toward the ceiling briefly, showing that she wasn’t completely off.

“I mean…I…” He started, but then she turned and looked at the bar, and once again Duke’s heart fluttered at her words. The flirtation was back, and it was definitely…most definitely giving a lot of mental images. He mulled it over, scanning Esme’s face as she turned her eyes up to his and willingly continued to tease him, right back to winding him up, something that he found almost addictive. He would have to be careful, or his own worst temptation would take over, and the odds of him making yet another ill timed move would skyrocket.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out…” Duke murmured, leaning a bit closer to Esme’s face, right as her face melted into a smile, and her laugh sent his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and initially…embarrassment. The excitement took over completely as Esme stepped around to his side and began to tug him toward the bar. “Yes, Ma’am!”

Duke thought about the best course of action, while dodging women asking him to dance as he and Esme made their way to the bar. He could see none of them, concentrating only on Esme’s arms around his own, and the way their bodies brushed as they walked. He didn’t skip a beat as they approached the bar. He pulled his arm from Esme, wrapping that arm around her waist, and then reached down, sweeping her off her feet to carry her the rest of the way. Once at the bar, he gently sat her down on a barstool and sighed with a proud smile.

"There! I swept you off your feet. Score one for me tonight..."

He laughed and then realized the bartender was approaching them, breaking up the potentially productive moment. Smiling at the bartender, he instantly held up two fingers, “Two uh….Old Fashioned on ice.”

The bartender smirked and nodded, asking with his eyes if Duke wanted the top shelf whiskey as he turned around, to which Duke gave a thumbs up and then turned back to Esme, hopping up on an empty barstool. Without skipping a beat, he scooted his seat closer to Esme’s and leaned his elbow on the bar, turning to her.

“So, whiskey might be dangerous. I remember the last time we both drank whiskey together…at a bar. Maybe the fanciness of this place will keep me out of trouble.” Duke teased, leaning in close so that Esme could hear him, but also to test the waters of her tolerance and flirting. The bartender sat their drinks down, and Duke leaned back a bit with a sigh, sliding her drink toward her while picking up his own, “Here’s to trouble!”

A little while and several drink later

Dean sifted through the crowd, finding that everyone looked a bit similar in the dim lighting and through all the masks. But finally, Duke’s hat stood out at the bar, moving around as if he was telling some insane story, or likely talking up some girl. Good. He was talking up a girl. Maybe he would have a good night and would at least be appeased…and not as much of a clingy puppy.

But as Dean approached the bar, and both Duke and Esme came into view, his eyes shot from: Duke’s bright smile, Duke’s fingers drawing circles on the back of Esme’s neck, to the mostly empty drink in front of him, and finally to the flush in Duke’s cheeks. This was a recipe for disaster, and Dean could feel it in his bones.

He quickly stepped up beside Esme, and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, “Miss me? Or is Mr. Oil Tycoon filling in a little too nicely.”

“Oh no. Here comes the buzzkill.”, Duke groaned, clearly buzzed (possibly very drunk) and disappointed.

“Oh I’m sorry that I’m finished with the job we came here to do, and now I would like to have a drink with my girlfriend. Is that…bad?” Dean responded, causing Duke to hold up a finger.

“Shut your mouth before you blow all the work WE have been doin’. It’s actually been good out here. Thanks for askin’.” Duke slurred, looking around to make sure no one heard Dean, even though Dean was practically whispering in the loud room.

“No one heard me, idiot. Plus, we’ll be out of here soon. But first, I want a drink.”

“And I gotta go find a bathroom. Don’t…don’t miss me too much.” Duke slurred, standing from his stool and stepping away. Dean watched him for a moment, realizing that the vibe Duke was giving wasn’t just being drunk…it was jealously.

“Oh no…” Dean sighed, picking up his drink as the bartender returned. He tapped his fingers on the bar for a moment, and then turned to Esme, “He’s gonna bolt. He’s drunk and he’s feeling…left out. You might want to…go get him. If I go, he’ll just throw a fit.”

Duke passed a few of the women who had been trying to cling to him the entire night, dodging their hands as he legitimately searched for the restroom. If anything, he just wanted the quiet for a moment. The thought of running off crossed his mind, but he had promised Esme. Even if he was upset, felt left out, and felt like he was trying to keep himself together to not ruin his one solid friendship, he didn’t want to think about her reaction to him leaving.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Anna, Anya and Cason

Anya laughed silently at Natalia making it clear that Cason would likely hover around her, due to his own worry and guilt. Anya could feel it oozing off Cason, even as he flipped Anna and Nat the bird and walked over to the stove, beginning to gather things for breakfast.

As Sam walked into the kitchen, Anna looked up at him, watching him walk to the table. Knowing Sam as well as she did, and knowing how to read every bit of his body language, Anna could tell that he was nervous about her sitting with Anya, as if she was going to air their dirty laundry to the poor girl. That was on Sam. Anna didn’t know the girl well enough to just dump a potentially upsetting tell all on her at the breakfast table.

She turned her eyes down to the table as Sam sat down and instantly checked on Anya. Anya turned and looked at him, causing Anna to lift her eyes to watch them together, only a small pang of jealousy tugging at her stomach. Anya almost seemed to be speaking to Sam with just her eyes, but then picked up the medicine bottle next to her coffee mug, rattling it side to side. She sat the bottle down and signed with one hand, “Better.”

Anna smiled softly and turned to look at Cason, who had stopped his own movements and was now watching her intently. Widening her eyes, she shot him a ‘what?!’ Look, to which Cason nodded his head to tell her to come over and help him.

“I’ll be back.” Anna sighed, standing from the table and walking over to Cason, who went back to poking at bacon in a pan, “Yes?”

“I just thought it might be awkward for you, over there. I know that look anywhere.” Cason mumbled, glancing up from the pan only briefly.

“It wasn’t that awkward.”

“Your ex…whom I could smell all over you, yesterday…is staring longingly into the eyes of a girl that looks like you, before you dyed your hair. She’s sweet. She’s innocent to the hunter life and she believes that Sam Winchester is this ‘do no wrong’, Prince Charming. You’re going to try to look me in the eyes and tell me that there’s not a single part of you who wants to sabotage that?” Cason whispered, raising his eyebrows in judgement and disbelief.

“I wouldn’t use the word sabotage…” Anna grumbled, nudging Cason, “I would say something closer to ‘heavily tempted to just come home because being here makes me miss the hunter life, but I have a home in Colorado, now…where I was dumped’.”

As Anna whispered the words, she shrugged and Cason narrowed his eyes in confusion, “How is that not potential sabotage?”

At the table, Anya was simply scanning over Sam’s face and she could see that there was a bit of tension in his shoulders, like something was hiding behind his eyes. She figured it had to be related to the hunt going horribly wrong the night before, a conversation that even Dean felt tense about.

Anya typed out a message and then turned her phone so that Sam could see it, a neutral smile on her face as she watched his face, “What about you? You seem really tense, but happy. I’m not sure what to make of that.”

Dean

Dean watched the rest of the crew step into the kitchen, after he managed to pull his gaze away from Lexi. Without skipping much of a beat, Nat crossed the room and wrapped her arms around him. Dean smiled softly and pulled her into a tight hug, just thankful to have her near him while he could. It felt like it had been forever since he could just be the overprotective older brother that he had been so used to, by the time the girls left the bunker.

He was about to ask how she slept when Lexi chimed in, much to his surprise. Only then did it dawn on him how disheveled (and not just ‘I just woke up’ disheveled) both Nat and Cason looked. Dean narrowed his eyes as a million ways to make Natalia uncomfortable bounced around in his head, but for once, he was waiting for the right moment. Nat and Lexi were having a conversation. Nat was actually attempting to get along with Lexi, something he had wanted to beg her for, since she had arrived.

The conversation wasn’t as awkward as Dean was expecting. He wrapped one of his arms around Nat’s back, brushing his fingers up and down her spine, the way he normally would when she would curl up beside him in the bunker. It was his way of trying to encourage her to keep things light and not hostile. But things never even tried to move into hostility, other than the awkward conversation about Lexi’s life outside the bunker.

Dean sadly nodded, glancing between them as it dawned on Nat that Lexi was a lot like the rest of them. Lexi was just a hunter that Dean clicked with. She wasn’t an outsider who was a liability, or taking up space in the bunker. There was no way Nat couldn’t relate to her…

“So, I would say that you slept a bit harder than you’re admitting…judging by your hair…” Dean blurted out, looking down at Nat with a judgmental look, “Either that or we’re back in our ‘teenager that can’t keep their hands off their boyfriend’ phase.”

“It’s natural, Dean!” Cason chimed in, to which Dean rolled his eyes dramatically.

“And no one asked you…” Dean sang back to him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason and Dean

Dean wasn’t going to budge on the idea of angels being involved with any of the group members, especially with Nat being in the house with Cason. There was no way he was going to risk it, at this point. As much as he wanted to just throw in the towel and go with Mika, he wasn’t letting Natalia go down with any ship…especially while they were two men down.

When Nat seemed to at least concede with Cason that they wouldn’t bring angels in, Dean relaxed just a bit, mentally waving off Natalia’s concern for his wellbeing. He didn’t feel…bad, considering but he was in a lot of pain. He considered sitting up, pulling a hand back onto the bed to push himself into a sitting position. His body quickly told him that it was a bad idea, at least without help, and he sighed.

“Yeah. I think so…” Dean sighed again, causing Cason to step forward and hold a hand out. Dean stared at his hand for a moment, but before he could tell Cason ‘no’, Cason picked up Dean’s hand and pulled, putting his other hand behind Dean’s back. As Cason sat Dean up, he caught Nat’s look and winced, knowing that it was going to be a hard subject to bridge with Dean, in the best of cases.

“If you’re not going to let the angels help, you might as well let us help.”

“Why would you want to help?” Dean asked with a scoff as he groaned at all the movement. Cason shrugged his shoulders.

“You being okay makes Nat happy. Don’t make it more than that.” Cason teased, patting Dean on the back. The pats to the back caused Dean to groan again, which made Cason wince in sympathy, “And I think it’s better for everyone if you’re good to go. You know? Even with the…situation, the seals are going to be broken. Things move on. They don’t wait for you to be ready…”

“Right…” Dean sighed, pressing around on his own face to try and assess the damage without a mirror. Cason turned his eyes back to Natalia and he shifted his eyes back and forth, thinking.

“Is there any way that either of us could convince you to take the rest of the night, take a pain pill, and reconvene in the morning?” Cason asked, knowing that the answer was likely ‘hell no’. Surprisingly, Dean didn’t just say ‘no’.

“Not here. I can’t stay here. I can’t stay in this room.” Dean choked out, the emotion within his exhausted voice evident to Cason, enough to make Cason’s head sear. Dean had never really shown emotion in front of him, outside of his normal machismo. Cason nodded and looked around the room, settling his eyes on Nat.

“Alright. Okay. Where else can we settle him down, then? I don’t think anyone is sleeping really comfortably tonight. Any couches free?”

Anna

Anna felt a wave of relief as Sam began to nod at her request for rest. She took a deep and definite breath, making sure to keep herself stern, in case Sam changed his mind, but she nodded toward his phone to encourage him to send the message to Natalia. There was nothing else they could do for the night, or at least for a few hours. The least she could do would be to convince Sam to settle down for a bit, and hopefully, by some miracle, get a nap.

“There’s really no room for us, since this um…this…this is usually our room. So, rather than to go back to trunk sitting, do you want to try and sleep in the Impala? I think the blankets Bobby offered are still just…just sitting on the dryer on our way out and there’s at least enough room in the backseat for both of us to settle.” Anna awkwardly tried to offer, trying to not push Sam in the high emotions drowning the house, “We don’t even have to sleep. We can just be…”

Without trying to talk much more about the sleeping arrangements, she reached out and quickly grabbed Sam’s hand with both of her own and began to walk backward out of the panic room. As she passed the washing machine, she grabbed the bundle of blankets that Bobby had left there, keeping one of her hands in Sam’s, linking their fingers and tugging him toward the exterior door.

After walking him to the Impala, Anna sorted the blankets across the back seat, moving them to the side to crawl in and then patted the seat beside her. It wasn’t the most ideal sleeping situation, but it would do in a pinch to corral Sam’s anxiety and get him still.

Bobby

Bobby had been practically pacing himself silly through the days since Mika’s death. Between the fight with Duke and Dean, all of the tension around the house and the fact that his own blood was lying in his basement, thanks to Dean’s inability to let her go…he was exhausted, but was practically killing himself with grief.

Deciding that it was time to at least attempt to get some sleep, he decided to head down to the laundry area to grab a fresh bottle of whiskey to crack open in the old beat up camper van out back. If anything, maybe he could drink himself to sleep before the funeral…whenever Dean allowed it to happen.

As he walked into the laundry room, a crash from inside the panic room jolted him and he pulled his knife carefully from the waistband of his pants, not even reaching for the bottle he was after.

Approaching the door, Bobby quickly lowered the knife and peeked into the panic room, careful to avoid the bed as his eyes fell on Esme and he sighed, “You scared the hell out of me, kiddo. What are you doin’ down here? Everybody else is at least attempting to sleep…”