[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean frowned in confusion as Mika flung her body over him.  She seemed frantic and confused but also relieved.  He listened to her words and frowned even deeper, “What?  What do you mean I’m back?”

He sat up a bit, pulling her with him, and wrapped his arms around her in a groan, bringing a hand up to touch the wound that was now healed on the back of his head, but still ached as it finished healing.

“What the hell happened?  I was fighting the demons and everything just went black and…did I die?!”, he gasped, staring at Mika with wide eyes, before staring around at everyone else with a terrified look, “DID I DIE?!”

He turned to Bobby, his wide eyes not changing a bit as he tried to process how he was alive, considering all of their faces.  Maybe God did have big plans for him, or something.  He hugged Mika a little tighter with a sigh, realizing that sometime while he was dead, the battle had ended.

He then pulled back to look around and see if they had lost anyone.  Cason looked rough as he sat on the couch, over half his body was burned and visibly regenerating.  Esme spoke to him and his head snapped to her with a warm smile, “You look like crap…”

He then glanced to his brother, “The girl.  Did we win?”

[h2] Cason [/h2]

Cason’s body had had an entire hour to begin repairs, and it was working fast, to his relief.  His hair had almost all grown back in, and apart from a few deep burns to his right cheek and down his arm, he was relatively healed.  He stood with some effort from the couch as Dean panicked and the others seemed relieved.  He couldn’t lie, he was relieved to see Dean Winchester back in the game, especially now.

Seeing Sam in the room, and noticing that he hadn’t gone back down stairs caused his heart to skip a beat.  Annabeth was gone.  She was truly gone.  He let out a shuddered sigh, and scanned over the group as Esme stepped outside, “We could have used your help Dean. Good to see you up and moving…”

As he got to his feet, he headed for the front porch as well, stepping quietly out the door behind Esme.  He didn’t approach her, just watched Violet take over, wrapping herself around her to try and calm her.  He knew she had to be blaming herself for losing control, when in reality, she had saved them all.

Well.  Not so much Cason, but everyone else.  He stepped forward toward the wide set of steps she was sitting on, and took a careful seat next to her, his knee bumping hers to show that he was there on good terms.

“You okay?”, he asked, now able to fully check her over, “You realize you saved the day, right?  Like…we’re all alive because of you.”

[h2] Annabeth [/h2]

“That’s enough…”, Alastair groaned, as Annabeth sat shivering on the floor.  She had drank nearly three gallons of demon blood within the past several hours, and she felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest and run away.  Her head was swimming, and she couldn’t see much of anything, other than Alastair’s eyes as he bent down and helped her off the ground, “You’re strong enough to kill just about anyone you want to, now.  I’m really impressed.”

“So I can go?”, she asked, and Alastair’s face changed to pure sadness as he peered into her blue eyes.  He shook his head sadly, and stepped away from her, stepping over dead demons as he did so.  

“I actually need you to go back into your room.  I have to make a supply run for more blood and…well…I don’t trust you not to kill the non angels in the building and bleed them dry.”, he quipped, gesturing for the large male demon that was guarding her to take her back to her room.  He then stepped out the door of the warehouse, and disappeared.

The demon grabbed her arm, pulling her as her feet skidded across the ground.  She protested, trying to wrench his arm away from hers, as well as concentrate through her headache on exorcising him.  But her nerves were too high for her powers to work properly as he drug her.  He finally stopped and coughed a bit of black smoke, sneering, “You’re not supposed to do that, remember?  I have permission to break both your hands into pieces if you do so.  So, which finger first?”

“No!  No wait.  If I could just get some air, and calm down…maybe I could come back and be better?”, she asked the demon, who laughed, not making eye contact with her.  He then accidentally caught her glance, and she concentrated harder, staring into his eyes, “You will let me go, and give me your phone…”

“Um.  Okay.”, the demon whispered, his eyes dazed as he pulled his phone from his pocket, and gently released her wrist.  Annabeth sighed, relieved that one of the powers Alastair had mentioned was real.  She snatched the phone from his hand, and sprinted to the door, the demon simply standing there with his hands at his sides.

As soon as she stepped outside, she took a deep breath in the chilled air, closing her eyes and tipping her head back.  After several seconds of absolutely worshipping the fresh air in her lungs, she snapped back to reality and pulled the demon’s cellphone in front of her.

Fumbling, she closed her eyes to remember Sam’s number that she had memorized before they ended up in the vault.  He would come for her.  He would meet her, and she could tell him everything, before coming back.  If she stayed with him, tonight would happen all over again, but she could at least warn him, and give him the command to kill her, if the time came that he needed to.

After the number was punched into the phone, she pulled it up to her ear and closed her eyes, “C’mon Sam.  Answer the phone.  Please be okay…”

As she waited for him to answer, a gust of wind caught her attention and the smell of…roses?  The faint sound of music could be heard from the warehouse, as the demon inside sang a hair metal ballad, seemingly to no one.