[h3] Cason and Bobby [/h3] Cason took a deep breath as he saw Esme finally overrun, gritting his teeth and looking down as her arm was snapped. He growled in frustration. It was over. There was no way to survive this, especially with Alastair showing up any second. The demon holding him wrenched his face up to watch as the the demon holding Esme tight to her body. He struggled briefly, the demon knife searing against his skin, causing it to blink and flicker as his eyes turned black. But it was no use trying to get away. He was no good to Esme, dead. “Esme…look at me. You’re going to be fine. LOOK AT ME!”, he screamed across the room to her as she began to lose control. He knew the look and could already feel the heat radiating off of her as her eyes rolled back in her head, “Esme, listen to me!” It was too late. A fire washed over the room, taking every demon in the room with it. The demons outside smoked out, waves of screams still echoing after the blast had calmed. Cason hadn’t even realized that Sarah had tackled him almost instantly, protecting him with her body as the demon holding him turned to ash. When she stepped back from him, whining at the state he was in, his body felt numb. He attempted to push himself off the ground, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. Lifting his hand from the floor, he took a look at it and gasped. His skin was flaking from the bone in spots, others were badly burned and charred, causing him to groan loudly as Sarah laid her head at his side. “Esme…hey, are you okay?”, he groaned out, beginning to shake from what would be temporary but intense pain. He could see her, not far from him, cradling her arm and was helpless to do anything about it. He let out another groan, concentrating his energy to healing his wounds. He then saw a familiar face looming over his, barely paying attention to the Hellhound he had just nudged with his leg. Bobby Singer leaned down, clearly dazed and in shock at what had just happened. He grabbed Cason by one of his badly burned arms, pulling him up high enough to wrap his arm around his neck as Cason screamed out in pain. “How you survived that blast, I don’t know…but you’ll heal, right?”, Bobby asked as he helped Cason limp over to the couch. He threw him roughly into the cushions as Cason laughed and groaned, “Think about it. It’s only half your body. That’s half the healin’. Get to it. We’re gonna need ya’.” Bobby stepped away from the couch, running to Dean’s side to feel for his heartbeat. He shook his head, “No. No no no. Don’t do this to me again, boy. Not again!” He turned Dean’s head over to look at the wound to the side of his head, pressing his fingers against it to find a deep hole from the neck of the crowbar penetrating his skull. As tears forced their way to his eyes, he bowed his head. “Dammit…” [h3] Annabeth [/h3] As soon as Sam’s eyes reluctantly closed, Annabeth let her hand fall from his face slowly, trailing down his neck and onto his chest, before she stepped away completely. With a flutter of wings, she and the angel were gone, with them went the demons outside, and everything in the house went silent, apart from Cason’s screams. She landed roughly on her feet, being shoved away from the angel and straight into a set of arms. The man she fell onto laughed brightly as he pulled her away from him, holding her arms roughly and turning her side to side to make sure she was safe. It was then that she recognized him from the junk yard. “Alastair…”, Annabeth whispered as she looked up at him. He smiled even brighter, brushing her hair away from her face, and let go of her. The angel that had brought her to the warehouse smiled brightly as Alastair stepped over to him. “I killed a Winchester…”, he quipped, and Alastair’s eyes went huge at the same time Annabeth’s did. “WHAT?! You told me you were going to fix things! I did what you asked!”, Annabeth suddenly screamed, causing the lights above them to blast out of existence, and every window cracked. Alastair became concerned for his safety as he turned to her and placed a finger over her lips, before turning back to the angel. “Which…one..?” He asked, hoping for all their sakes that it was Dean. “Dean…Winchester.” “NO! NO!”, the windows shattered, as if a bomb went off in the building and every demon guarding the doors began to choke as she held her hands in fists at her sides. Alastair smiled, coughing a bit of smoke, before wiping his mouth and clapping his hands together with a laugh. Back at the house, Dean lay dead on the floor as Bobby mourned him. Bobby had no idea how to tell Sam. He had no idea what was even happening. At the warehouse, Annabeth picked up a large shard of glass, holding it to her throat with sobs screaming from her throat, “I will kill myself…right now.” Alastair sighed sadly, “Don’t do that, my sweet girl. Sam’s still okay! See?! We all win today!” “He’ll come for me, you know. And now…you’ve killed his brother?! You’re all going to die! FIX HIM NOW! Or you can explain to Sam Winchester why you killed us both…”, Annabeth snapped, slicing her skin a bit to show she was serious. “Okay! Alright calm down. Calm…down…I know you’re upset. I know you love them. So, I’ll make a compromise…”, Alastair held a hand out to her, reaching into his jacket with the other hand. He pulled out a glass bottle full of what looked like blood, and held it out to her. “I didn’t say I was negotiating. FIX HIM OR I DO IT!” “Drink this.”, Alastair said with his eyes fixated on her throat that was now dripping blood onto her white t-shirt, “Drink this, and I’ll send him back, right now…to fix your boy. Kill yourself, and I’ll have him fix you, and this freedom you have now. It goes poof, into the sky…you’ll spend the rest of your days in chains until you’re no longer of use to me. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!” Alastair’s sudden scream caused Annabeth to flinch heavily as tears streamed down her cheeks, mixing with the blood on the front of her shirt. She snatched the bottle from his hand, dropping the piece of glass with a sigh. She slowly unscrewed the lid of the bottle, and took a long drink of the thick liquid inside. “Go. Go to them, but go slow. I want to make sure she swallows the whole thing, before I hold up my end of the bargain…”, Alastair muttered to the angel, sending him off. “What did you do to get an angel working for you?”, Annabeth asked Alastair as she choked down another gulp of the blood. “There’s an entire faction of angels, in heaven that believe in Lucifer’s cause. Say you know the guy, and they come running.”, Alastair laughed, signaling for her to finish drinking the bottle of blood. [i][b] 1 hour later [/b][/i] The angel landed in Bobby’s living room, undetected and unseen, other than a slight wind from his wings. He stepped up to Esme, briefly touching her forehead, her arm suddenly repairing itself. He then stepped carefully over to Dean Winchester’s body, weaving in between his pathetic mourners and laying his finger tips against the man’s temples. Within a few seconds, Dean gasped loudly, his eyes shooting open.