Loki chuckled. "And what is it you require of me, with the Winchester? Kill him? Break him?" His lips curled as he grinned, pacing back and forth, somehow seeming more self righteous than ever before. Hoodwinking the Winchesters would be easier to him than anything he had ever imagined before. 

"Where shall we start?"
[hr][hr]Cornish frowned. "Seriously? All of you? Scared of some bits of ash?" 

She rolled her eyes, Castiel appearing behind her. He nodded in agreement, and the pair of them picked up some of the remains. The human was long since dead, and Azazel gone with them. 

"This is impossible," Castiel whispered, rising. "The demon was dead."

"Roger that," Cornish agreed. "Come on, Samuel, don't you find this a bit odd, hmm? For fuck's sake, you went to Stanford, you have to have smarts in that thick head."

Sam paused, breaking into a cold sweat. Azazel had been [i]dead[/i]. He'd watched him die, see the demon blasted into a death not even a spell could return him from. "Dean, something isn't right here," Sam added. "He shouldn't have been alive for us to kill."

Castiel and Cornish remained behind, while Sam left the house with the rest of the team. The angel and the demon, both interested and stubborned, continued to pour over the fallen demon, wondering what could have brought a demon back from death.