[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean scrambled from the floor, groaning a bit with how hard he had fallen down the stairs.  He shook himself and looked up the stairs to where Cason had run with his knife, “DAMMIT!”

After yelling, he looked to Mika as she shouted for him to take the shotgun, his hand instinctively coming out to grab it, and open it in front of him.  He took the shells from the table, and slipped them into the gun one by one as she ran away from him.  It wasn’t the best weapon to have against a hoard of demons, but it would be better than nothing.

He turned the gun toward the back door of the basement, planning to shoot anything that stepped through, but the demons at the top of the stairs caught his attention as they focused on Mika.  He saw red pretty instantly, stepping up to the base of the stairs and pointing the shotgun at them just as Mika was flung, “Mika!  You good?”, he yelled across the room.  Her gunfire told him his answer, and he fired a salt round into one of the demons chest.

Through the back door, another five demons came through, all running for Dean as he fired blasts at them, and eventually emptied the shotgun with a groan.  Throwing it to the side, he bent down, pulling a punch knife from his boot and squared up on the demons with the knife between his fingers.

As they rushed him, he stabbed at random points, a couple of them in the eye to slow them down, another in the throat, fighting with every ounce of energy he had left in him to make sure they stayed away from Mika.  He wasn’t concerned about the door behind him, as the demons couldn’t cross the threshold of the panic room.  But he could protect what was his.

However, even though he fought valiantly, a demon stepped forward with the crowbar Mika had dropped near the stairs, and with one swing to the face, took Dean down.  It made a ‘crunch’ as it connected with his ear, causing him to see stars, before everything went black, and he crumpled to the floor.  The demons around him laughed, turning their attention toward the panic room.

All of them sneered at Sam through the open door, knowing they couldn’t get in, but knowing he would eventually have to leave the room.  Everyone was fair game tonight.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Esme grunted when she connected with the floor after being thrown through the door. When Cason appeared at her side, she had to admit she was glad to see him at that moment. She ached all over from the beating she received outside. She slightly rolled to her side with a groan to look at him. 

“I’m okay.” she told him, forcing herself to sit up as Bobby splashed the demon with holy water. She then looked around for her knife, finally spotting it a couple of feet away from her. She was thankful that it actually made it inside the house. She crawled over to the knife. Once it was in her hand, she forced herself to her feet. Once on her feet, she staggered a bit, but it was clear she could still hold her own.

Cason sighed in relief when Esme answered him, picking up his knife he shoved her up onto her feet and pushed her forward toward the demons she was fighting.  He turned and stabbed a demon through the chin, watching it spark out before removing the knife and turning to another.  

The demon punched him in the face with a force he wasn’t used to, grabbing his hand as he tried to slash her in the face.  She squeezed at his wrist, his bones starting to crack, and ripped the knife from his grip, turning him around to face Esme with the knife pressed against his throat, “STOP!  All of you…stop…”

Sarah attempted to come to his rescue, running toward him, but he held a hand out to her, nodding toward Esme, to keep her focused.

It was then that Cason peered over and noticed that Bobby had been taken as well, during the chaos, a large knife pressed to the side of his neck as the demon held him, despite his protesting. 
As he glared around the room at demons who were his lessers, winning, he heard steps coming up from the basement and turned his head to see something that made his stomach lurch.  A large male demon was carrying Dean Winchester’s body, or what seemed to be his dead body into the room.  The demon tossed Dean onto the floor in front of all of them, and stood over him proudly.

“Good.  Now…we have one more to gather down stairs, the feisty cutie this one is canoodling with.  Once our boss has the tiny one in the vault, we’ll be out of your hair, and everything can go back to sunshine and rainbows…well…maybe not for him.”, she quipped, giving a fake sad look to Dean, whose head was now bleeding a nice puddle on the hardwood from his ear.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth didn’t want to stay back.  She wanted to kill the demons, which she knew she and Sam were both extremely capable of doing.  She stepped forward, raising her hand at the demon fighting Dean, before Sam pulled her behind him and Dean went down hard.

“DEAN!   We have to help them.  Sam…we have to…”, she complained, fighting against his arm a bit.  She was cut off however, by an unfamiliar voice and a gust of wind.

“Sam Winchester…you’re just as cute as I thought you would be.”, a tall male angel with black hair and blue eyes, similar to Castiel’s stepped in front of both of them, causing Annabeth to flinch as he interrupted her, “Lucky for you, I’ve been instructed not to harm a hair on your head.  Well…maybe one or two.”

“What do you want?”, Annabeth calmly asked, stepping around to Sam’s side.  The angel laughed, echoing inside the large room, and pointed straight at her face.

“Demons can’t come in here and I show up in the heat of the battle.  Who do you think I am?  Castiel?  That pathetic, weak, attached excuse for an angel.  No…I’m…”

“I didn’t ask who you are.  I asked you what you want!”, Annabeth snapped at him, her eyes starting to fade to white.  The angel laughed again, stepping forward and looking closer at his eyes, before raising his hands in front of him to feign being scared.

“Are you going to go nuclear in the room with your boy toy?  Or do you even know what you’re capable of?  We’re going to make you a soldier for Lucifer!  You should be grateful!  You’re coming with me…one way or another.”

Annabeth sneered at him, before giving up and dropping her shoulders.  She knew what he would do, if she didn’t go with him.  She knew that he would hurt Sam as badly as he was able, without killing him, and wouldn’t stop from hurting her just as badly.  He would probably kill everyone in this house.

“I know…”, she whispered.

“Then say your goodbyes and lets go.  I’ll call everything off, and your friends get to live.  But right now, Dean Winchester is dying.  The others are subdued…or will be, and there’s only one way out.  It’s you, or them…”, the angel explained, holding his hand out to her.

She turned to Sam, a sad smile on her face as she stared at him, knowing that he was going to be devastated, but she couldn’t let his brother die.  Not to mention this was going to end the same way, only on one hand it would end with them all dead and the other hand would end with her going, and they could survive.

“Sam…”, she whispered, almost flinching at her own voice, “I have to go.  I have to.  Don’t…please don’t argue.”

She broke off, and reached a hand up to his cheek, playing with his sideburns for a few seconds before standing on her tiptoes and giving him a lingering, deep kiss.  She pulled away, pressing her forehead against his briefly, “Close your eyes.  Sam…close your eyes.”