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

“Hey…listen to my brother, okay?  You said this guy had lied to you, right?  You didn’t even know he was a demon and you’ve lived with him for how long?”, Dean stammered, stepping forward, picking up his gun once again from the table in front of him.  He held it under the table and pulled the hammer back, “Just…relax. Sammy isn’t the bad guy here.”

“But they said you are like me!”, AnnaBeth sobbed, showing her weakness.  She was terrified.  She tightened her psychic grip on Cason’s throat for a second, before dropping him onto the floor violently, “I hear voices in my head.  They…they told me to find you.”

“Okay.  We’ll start there…”, Dean whispered, his shaky hand still gripping his gun.

“This is touching, really.  The way you guys talk people down is adorable, but we should go…”, Cason croaked out.  Rolling his eyes as Annabeth stepped closer to Sam, “What?  Five seconds ago you were ready to kill him and now you believe him?  Give me a break…”

“He hasn’t lied, yet.  You’ve lied to me since we met.”

“And how do you know that?”, Cason answered, rolling his eyes again, before coughing a bit of black smoke from his throat.

“I can see it in his eyes.”, she whispered, her white colored eyes turning back to blue, as she reached out and wrapped her arm around Sam’s for protection.  Cason scoffed, throwing his hands up.

“Fine.  You’re welcome for keeping you alive…but…you’re their problem now.”, he muttered, his eyes almost teary as he stepped back from them all.  He reached a hand up and snapped his fingers, disappearing.

“Son of a bitch!  Why did you tell us he could do that?!”, Dean yelled, running to the spot where Cason had been standing, his gun in his hand.  Annabeth cowered next to Sam, her hand tightening on his arm, not saying a word.