[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason had just finished his last sigil, wrapping his hand tightly in a bandana.  He wiped the blood from Bobby’s knife on his jeans, and handed it back to him, handle first.

“There.”, he muttered, pressing his lips together tightly in a sheepish smile, and then walking back over to stand near the window.  He was patiently waiting for Esme to think over whatever it was that she needed to, and come back to him.  He wanted to work on the whole ‘not keeping her prisoner’ thing, but this was a situation that was a bit out of the norm…honestly.

His ears twitched a bit at the sound of one of his younger hellhounds howling in the distance.

“Singer, do you have what you need to ward off demons?”, he asked Bobby, not looking at him as his breathing quickened.  Bobby shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean, all the usuals.  Why, what’s going on?”

As soon as Bobby got the words out of his mouth, gunshots rang out from the junkyard.  Bobby stared at Natalia with big eyes, as Cason sprinted toward the basement stairs, headed for Dean.

“Take this…”, Bobby told Natalia in a bit of a panic, bending down to grab a gallon of holy water off the floor.  He stood and handed the gallon to her, “And take the kitchen.  They’ve all been salted, but you can’t be too sure.  We gotta protect that basement.  Be careful, you hear me?”

He then kissed Natalia on the forehead, and shoved her away from him, toward the stairs Cason had just sprinted down.

As Cason practically flew down the stairs of the basement, he smashed into Dean, both of them falling to the ground.  Cason began patting Dean’s body down, as he got up first, causing Dean’s face to twist into a ‘wtf’ look, staring down at him as he made it to his hips.  Cason finally found what he was searching for, and pulled Ruby’s knife from Dean’s pants, shoving away from him.

“Bring that back!  We’re sitting ducks down here without a weapon!”, Dean screamed up the stairs as Cason ran away from him, sprinting toward the front door.  His mind was in tunnel vision, as it raced through scenarios for Esme, not the greater good.

As he hit the center of the living room, Esme’s body was flung through the door, causing Cason to slide to a stop and then run to her, dropping the knife beside her head, “Esme!  Hey…heyheyhey…I got you…”

As the demon entered the living room, Bobby splashed his face with holy water, smirking as he sizzled, “Everyone be on the ready!  We don’t have much way to kill them but don’t forget your Latin!”