[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean leaned against the counter, his palms holding his weight, and turned the sink on angrily and filled a nearby glass with water as Mika stepped into the kitchen.  His hand was shaking badly as he filled it up, and he sat it down roughly on the counter to stop anyone from potentially see his shivering.  Blinking heavily as a stray tear escaped his eye.  

He heard her footsteps, and carefully glanced over at her as she opened the cupboard to fetch the painkillers she needed.  He turned his head back to the sink and placed his chin against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut, “It’s not the girl…it’s what she is.  It’s what…Sam…is.  If Alastair figures out how to activate whatever it is that makes her tick, he’ll use her and then use her to get Sam…”

He muttered the words quietly, opening his eyes and glancing over at her again.  He realized she was having issues with the labels, and let out a heavy sigh, grabbing the glass of water and bringing it to where she was standing.  Dean sat the glass of water on the counter in front of her, and snatched the box out of her hands.

“Give that to me.  Did anyone check you over?  I was dead…they should have…”, he muttered just as angrily, easily finding what she needed and tossing it next to the glass of water.  Sitting the box next to everything, he turned back to her, the tear on his face falling from his chin as he put on his business face and turned her face toward the light with both his hands.  He moved her face side to side, watching her eyes, “Shockingly, your pupils look pretty good…but you got rocked.  Can you take five seconds to think about yourself?  Please?”

He turned back to the counter, letting her go and popped the pills out of their packaging, before picking up the water in his other hand and holding them both out to her, “Here…”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth let out a hard sob as she stepped back into the warehouse to see the demon that had been watching her dead on the floor, his body wrecked from some sort of torture.  She let out a shaky breath, and saw the set of feet standing beside him, her eyes closing in regret.

“I thought…I made things clear.”, Alastair groaned, a group of demons stepping up beside him.  They all glared at her as he spoke, but were smirking, “And now, unfortunately I’m going to have to kill Sam Winchester…I’m sad about it, honestly!”

“He didn’t have anything to do with this.  I just needed to…”

“STOP LYING TO ME!  I saw the overgrown piece of flannel pulling away from here in that rust bucket.  He was here.  He came to your rescue, right?”, Alastair snapped at her, causing her to flinch, “What plan did you hatch with him?”

Anna stood, not saying a word, until Alastair stepped forward and raised his hand with a wide smile, “How does it sound to you?  No angels.  Just a hoard of demons while the Winchesters are trying to patch themselves up.  And I have on good authority from a…source, that their little demon bomb?  She’s out cold.  Spent.”

As Anna listened to Alastair, she began to shiver, her hands balling into fists, and the lights flickering around them.  Cupid flew in, a small gust of wind blowing Anna’s hair as he did so.  Alastair looked up toward where he was sitting and smirked.

“An angel?”, he whispered, as music started to play again.  This time the music was heavy, and the walls of the building began to shake, “Anna….don’t do anything you’re going to regret…”

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“Ooh…Heavy!”, Anna suddenly smiled, her eyes turning white as the room quivered and the demons began stepping forward.  Alastair turned to them, yelling something that Anna couldn’t hear over the music.  She slowed her breathing and thought of Sam, visions of them running through a field, holding hands, happy.

“I wanna love everyone.  Empty every bullet out of every gun.  Please take me back to where we began.  Ba ba ba ba….”, she started to sing, causing the demons to stop approaching for a second and stare, confused.  The music hit a heavy note again and she rushed forward, squeezing their heads with her powers, each of them popping with a gush of blood, “Get me, get me bloody please get me bloody…”

She shoved one of the demons to the ground, her foot on his chest, “You can get down on your knees if you’re naughty…”, bringing her hand into a claw, his head exploded.

“PLEASE get me bloody!”

She then began dancing in a circle, frolicking as Alastair screamed behind her, realizing he couldn’t blast her with his white light, but the light caused another vision, “Maybe we can save the world.  From every evil boy and dangerous girl. Please make me believe in harmony….”

As she touched Sam’s face in the vision, she came out of it and the evil smile reappeared on her face as she threw her hand out in front of her, causing more blood to splash onto her white t-shirt, now completely saturated and dyed red.  The song turned heavy, running through the verse again, as the gravel became puddled with blood.  It was then that she realized Alastair was on his own.

She stepped up to him, “Please get me bloody!”

His hand broke backward, causing him to scream, at the same time both his legs snapped and he fell to the ground.  She smiled brightly and began dancing around the room as the softer part of the song played, Cupid staring on in horror at what he had made her do, by just helping her stand up for herself.

“I wanna love everyone.  Empty every bullet out of every gun.”, Sam’s bright eyes shined in the sunlight in her head as she danced, “Maybe you can save the world for every boy and every girl!  Take me back.  Take me back. Take me back to the place where we began…”

As the song ended, she came out of her trance, her eyes fading back to normal and gasped.  Somewhere close to thirty demons were piled in various states of dismemberment around her, a hoard of black smoke frantically making its way out of the warehouse from the dead meatsuits.  

“Holy shit…Oh my god…”, she gasped again as two angels appeared in front of her with fear and concern in their eyes, grabbing both of Alastair’s arms and disappearing with him.  She turned toward the door, panicking and made a break for Bobby’s house.