[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean scoffed at the girls insisting that he let them help him.  Kicking back another glass of whiskey, He held his hands out, like a defiant teenager, motioning for the girls to do whatever it was they felt the need to do.

“Fine.  It might be nice to not have to dig bullets or glass out of myself for a change.  Just…tell Bobby I’m coming.  I’m ready to go, now.  He knows how she gets…”, he muttered, glancing up at Mika for emphasis.  

He wanted to find out what this thing was that brought him out of Hell, sooner rather than later.  But he knew that the only way they were going to find it was either pissing it off or calling it to them.  Bobby was right.

“And whatever this thing is…It can most likely just snuff you, Mika.  I can’t stop you from going, but if you go, stay out of the way.  You hang back, make sure Bobby’s okay and let me handle it.”, he explained, his shaking having ended at this point, for the time being.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth nodded, understanding that Sam knew more about this stuff than she did.  She also knew that if this was a demon, she could dispatch them with little effort, considering what she had done previously in the hotel.

“I’m ready.  I got your back.”, she muttered, walking with him to the school.  It didn’t take long to get there, and it all seemed a little too quiet as they approached the door.  She looked around, noticing the vibration of power disappear from the school.

She defied Sam slightly, stepping forward to the door and shoving it on a hunch.  It opened slightly, which caused her to raise an eyebrow and turn to Sam.

“They just left it open?”

[h3] Samael [/h3]

“Ah, Hera…”, Samael quipped as he landed and straightened his jacket.  He took a casual seat at the table across from her, and smiled warmly.  He didn’t particularly need her yet, but she was rather…insurance for his plan to go perfectly.  An in and out assassination, if you will. 

“You are here to have some fun with the Winchesters.  But perhaps…not yet.  I have one where I need him.  The other is about to get the shock of his life when he learns of our kind.  And honestly, I need you…to make sure they stay away from the girl, after that happens.”, he explained, drumming up a glass of wine with his hand.

“So, for now.  Go.  Do whatever you want.  But do not…touch the Winchesters.  I need them to have security.  And I want to see Sam Winchester’s face when all of this comes to fruition.”