[h3] Dean Winchester/Annabeth/Cason[/h3]

Dean huffed as his temper continued to flare at Cason’s words.  If the dude wasn’t a demon, he would have had a bullet in his head at that moment.  Watching Sam intently, he leaned into Mika, allowing her to nearly hold him up as he processed the fact that he was dealing with Lilith garbage fresh from the grave.  Not really a shocker, but overwhelming nonetheless.  He lowered his right arm to grip her forearm as he vibrated from a growl that left his chest.

“Calm yourself, Samantha. I’m getting there. Lilith needed all of her children rounded up.  That much is obvious.  It’s not like when she’s done with her plan that she can afford to have half a dozen nukes floating around.  She managed to snuff them all…except one.”, Cason smirked, his face starting to heal from the blow the older Winchester landed against his nose.

Annabeth had been boiling, her breathing getting more and more animalistic as she sat on the floor, glaring at Sam, “You knew the whole time…”

Cason raised both his eyebrows, a little surprised at Annabeth’s voice singing out in the silence.  Shockingly she continued and Cason rolled his eyes, “Um…Sweetheart.”

“SHUT UP!  I’m talking to him…”, she screamed, suddenly, making Dean jump at the sheer volume of her voice.  She reached a hand out, her face read and her eyes fading to a bright white for a second. Cason began to choke, gagging and grabbing at his throat.

“Guys…”, he choked as a drop of blood began to fall from Annabeth’s nose.

“YOU KNEW?!  HE SAID YOU KNEW!”, she screamed, the mirror on the ceiling cracking at the sound of her voice, her eyes staring straight through Sam.

“What the hell is going on?  Bobby?”, Dean asked, his eyes wide as he tried to decide what was going on.  Bobby froze, not sure how to respond to the threat.  On one hand, he felt the need to grab her, but on the other hand, he hadn’t spoke to Sam in months.