[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]
Dean nodded slowly as they helped him up and into the room.  He lightly shrugged them off, looking around at his own hands and arms that were full of glass and mostly just cut up.  His hands were still shaking, which was nothing a bit of whiskey couldn’t fix.  His mind then went back to Mika telling him she was going to summon this thing with he and Bobby.  She shook his head, “Mika.  I don’t want you getting involved with whatever this is.  We have no idea what we’re walking into, here.  It could be literally anything…”

He stepped into the room again, looking around at how shattered everything was.  To his happiness and surprise, the whiskey Sam had in the room was still sitting on the table, knocked over but still intact.  He stepped over to the table and picked the bottle up, as well as a plastic cup nearby, his hand shaking so hard he could hardly hold it still.

He poured a bit into the cup, spilling more than he poured, and took a drink with a long sigh.  They were going to kill this thing, or at least find out what the hell it wanted.  But the idea of coming face to face with this thing, and possibly going back to hell, which he remembered every detail of was terrifying.

“We um…we really shouldn’t leave Bobby in the car.  He’s ready to…to go…”, he shivered out, his nerves slowing a bit with alcohol.  He held up his arms and shrugged, trying to look tough, “I’m fine.  Really.”



[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth nodded at him asking if she was okay.  She shook her head free of the last of the vision, and took a deep breath, his touch calming her like usual.  As they left the diner, she realized where the school was, based on the visions and voices in her head.  Turning toward the direction she felt, she turned to Sam.

“Any idea why she would send us to a school that is literally down the road?”, she asked, pointing toward a school sign directly down the street from them.  

She could feel the power coming from within, and she decided against telling Sam.  Instead, she brushed her hand against his arm, and took a deep breath, “Do you have anything to kill them with?  I mean…I can do it."

[h3] Samael[/h3]

Samael stood in the cafeteria of the closed elementary school, stretching his wings as he stared around at the demons near him.  He hated working with these disgusting animals, but it was a means to an end.  The quicker he could take care of the problem, the quicker he could get back to heaven, and worry less about them…and more about himself.

Yes, he was petty.  It was part of his charm. 

He smirked as a demon stepped up in front of him, thoroughly brainwashed to work for him, for the time being, “Did you make sure the doors were unlocked?  I want to make this as easy as possible.”

“Yes, sir.  They should be arriving soon, and we will take her…should be quick and easy, considering.  I have some guys who have been watching the girl.  She doesn’t have a clue who she is, or what she is, as far as we can tell.”, the demon explained, his face blank as he spoke.  Samael nodded, laughing with a bright smile.

“And the Winchester?”, he asked.

“They left together, but it’s the younger of the two.  We can dispatch him, quickly, and without any of your kind to back him up.”, the demon explained, fear on his face as he did so.

“Do not underestimate his effect on your kind.  Trust me.  I’ll be back to care for the poor boy, but not a hair on the girl’s hair shall be harmed…got it?”, Samael snapped, causing the demon to nod, “Good.  Deal with it, and bring her to me alive.  I want to watch the life drain from her eyes…you know…for the prophesy.”

With a flutter of wings, he disappeared.