Dean turned around, growling and ran his hands through his hair.  He listened to what was being said, and began to calm a bit, knowing that neither the angel or the demon was killed or seriously injured in the fight.  He turned back around, and stared at everyone in the room, including his brother.

"This has to stop.  We all have to come to some sort of agreement here, or Lucifer is going to have a one way ticket into your head.  You feeling okay?", he asked Sam, honestly, narrowing his eyes.  They settled on AnnaBeth's face for a split second, taking in her white eyes, and his own eyes relaxed, "And you…what about you?"

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AnnaBeth placed her hands on her hips, doing her best to look not quite as huge and miserable as she was.  She smirked, and a small tuft of scarlet hair fell in front of her eyes, "I'm as good as can be expected.  You look tired."

"I'm exhausted…", Dean admitted, his eyes training on Sam, who looked like hell, waiting for an answer.


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Arik smirked, "I could never group you in with my apes."

He took the vial from her hand, his eyes narrowed as he examined it.  He made another wide smirk, and spoke, "So, I can't just call you for a little fun?  I mean…what's the apocalypse without a little Hell party, here and there?  You did save my life, which will haunt you for the rest of eternity.  I owe you."

He sneered at the words coming from his mouth, and attempted to sit himself up, only to lean back with a cough, some black smoke falling onto the floor, with a spark.

"I hate to say this, but this damn body is toasted.  The Winchesters would shit if I found a new kid to jump into.", another cough and some smoke, "I'll be back in a few.  Tell the old man he has a body to burn when he gets a chance…"

With that, Arik smoked out, his body falling to the floor, lifeless.  Within seconds, he returned, poofing next to Ezria, flexing his hands as he stood there, in his new meat suit.

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Castiel mustered up every ounce of strength he had in him, and vanished from the front yard with a flutter of wings.  He landed roughly in the hotel room with the others, slumped against the wall, coughing like crazy.

"I'm back…"

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Elena shuddered as the head fell next to her.  While she had grown accustomed to the gore that they witnessed every day, she would never get used to it completely.  She turned her blank expression into a smirk, and took her husband's hand, hoisting herself from the warm concrete.

"Don't tell me how to do my job.", she sassed, before smiling a little brighter, "Besides, my eyes are set on a little bigger prize than vampires.  Are we or are we not trailing the Winchesters?  They can't be that hard to find…"