[h1] AnnaBeth and Cason [/h1] 

“They, um…they didn’t explain much.  The voices.  They just said names, and your address.  They knew you, or at least your connection with these men.  Who is Bobby Singer?”, Annabeth asked, stepping inside the room and looking around.  She believed that the people she was looking for were not here, but who was this woman?  Just as she started to ask how the woman knew Sam and Dean Winchester, Cason groaned.

“Son of a bitch…”, he whispered, standing on a small rug in front of the door.  He pushed forward with his body, attempting to take a step, but realized he was trapped, “I knew it.  I told you we should have left!”

Annabeth narrowed her eyes, confused, “Cason.  Come sit down.”

“I can’t…”, he muttered through clenched teeth, sneering at Natalia.  Annabeth had no idea he was a demon, but that goose was probably cooked now.

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[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

“He what?  And you let him go?!”, he almost yelled at the two of them, before holding a hand over his sore throat.  He had screamed for hours in that box.  His throat was destroyed from the stress.

“What choice did I have?  He was dead set on it.  He left not too long after we buried you.”, Bobby retorted, unpacking the weapons he had stashed away in his pants, onto the wooden desk in front of him.

“Why did you bury me, anyway?”

“Sam said you’d need a body to come back to when he got you home, somehow.  That’s all he said.”, Bobby muttered, his face somber.

“Great.  Just great.  And now here I am…”, Dean ran a hand down his face, sitting on the couch by the window, “Whatever this is…it’s some bad mojo.  You should have seen the gravesite.  Guys, it looked like a nuke went off. And the force I felt…”