Dean sighed once more and shook his head, "Playing things by ear in the middle of the apocalypse, the Winchester way, eh?"

He leaned back in his chair, picking up a beer.  He banged the head against the table, causing the beer to open messily, and took a long drink, "So, what we know.  Arik knows the chick.  He's not back, yet, which means she's important to him, or at least was.  I know him well enough to know that much.  She seems to have a lot of knowledge of A.B.'s situation.  I would say that she got that info from Lucifer, wouldn't you?  I mean, how many demons know about this thing?  Once again, we're between a rock and a hard place over this…and maybe…could Cas be right?"

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AnnaBeth rolled off the bed with a wince, opening the door to their room immediately.  Her eyes were still white, showing her panic as she began banging on the door to Mika and Dean's room with urgency, "DEAN!  Open the door!"

Some rustling inside was heard, as Dean tripped over a chair and nearly fell face first into the door, and then the heavy oak barrier was opened.

"We have to get to Bobby's.  We have to do something!  Cas and Arik are killing each other."

"Killing each other?  Cas doesn't even have any juice, at the moment.  How sure are you?", Dean asked, glancing back at Mika, worried.

"I don't have visions anymore.  There has to be a reason that this one came through.  I wouldn't call it a 'dream', if that's what you mean.  It came out of nowhere."

"Mika.  Call Bobby back, right now.", Dean ordered, closing his eyes with a sigh, before settling them on his brother.

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Elena perched herself on the hood of the Mustang, a bottle of nail polish sitting open, beside her.  She blew on one of her fingernails, and began to paint another, a little bored as Jay played his games with their current hunt.  They used to not play with the monsters they hunted, but with the demons in hiding and the angels keeping most other monsters in check, this was really the only fun that they were able to have.

She finished the nail she was working on, just in time for the radio to hiss with a familiar voice.  Smirking, she stood from the hood, capped her fingernail polish and picked up the green handled machete that lay next to it.  

She lifted the radio, "Babe…you're ruining my manicure…", she fake whined, as she slammed the flat edge of her machete against the approaching vampire's throat, clotheslining it to the ground with a groan.  She raised the machete to finish the job but was swept off her feet by a strong leg, and tumbled to the ground, her machete skidding away from her along with her radio.