[h3] Dean Winchester and Cason [/h3]

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, stepping back from her with his jaw clenched as she confirmed what he was half afraid was the answer.  He ran his right hand slowly down his face, trying to wipe away the rage that was filling his chest at that moment, “He’s a demon.  Things don’t affect him the same way they would you…”

He muttered the words slowly, not looking at her as he thought over his next move.  He had felt so guilty about everything that had happened over the course of the night, only to come home to this.  He couldn’t even cry about it.  He just huffed in the cool night air, and thought over his options.

“He’s a demon, Mika.  He’s a…”, he shook his head, pulling Ruby’s knife slowly from the back of his pants, twisting it to hold in his palm, blade down at his side.  The light caught the metal blade and glinted as he started his way back up to the house, not caring if Mika followed him, at that moment.

Cason shook his head at Natalia’s question, still staring at the wall as he finished his drink and sat the glass on the table, “Dean Winchester is going to kill me, tonight.”

As if on cue, Dean opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen, his eyes burning as soon as he caught Cason in his sights.  Cason sighed again and held up his hands, standing from the couch to step back from Dean’s burning glare.

“Dean…don’t do anything stupid…”, Bobby said softly, seeing the knife in his hand, “Dean!”

Like a pouncing animal, Dean punched Cason in the face, knocking him to the ground.  He drug him toward him, dropping the knife on the ground next to him as he straddled Cason’s body, holding him up by his shirt, and wailing on him.

“Dean stop!  Whatever this is about, we can talk about it!  There are Hellhounds outside, you idiot!”, Bobby screamed at him, trying to find an angle to grab Dean and pull him off Cason.  But Dean never flinched, just landing punch after punch against Cason’s face.

He pulled Cason’s face up to his, “You knew what you were doing…I let you in.  I never said anything about you being a demon.  I trusted you.  And now this…”

Cason head butted Dean in the nose, causing the larger man to fall back on his ass against the floor, with a groan as Cason stood to his feet and squared up.

“Get up.  Get up!  If I’m going to die like this…I’m going out on a high.  Blaze of glory, baby!”, Cason laughed almost maniacally, as he realized Dean’s emotions had made him tired.  But Dean stood, spearing Cason’s torso with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Before Dean could throw a punch with his control over Cason, he was flipped onto his back, Cason’s fist connecting with his sore cheek, and then gripping his jaw, Cason slammed Dean’s face against the floor once…twice…and three times, which subdued him enough for Cason to stand, wiping his mouth as he stood over Dean’s groaning frame.

Dean groaned roughly, trying to shake the ringing from his ears as his fingers slowly creeped his hand over toward the knife. Grasping it, he drove it into Cason’s ankle, taking the demon off his feet.  He then straddled him again, panting as he ignored his now bloody nose.  He rested the knife against Cason’s throat, driving the blade into his skin with bright orange sparks.

"Do it.  Coward...", Cason seethed at him, his eyes jet black as he leaned his head back to give Dean better access to his throat, "You took from me...I took from you...finish it, between us."

“Dean stop!”, Bobby screamed, his hand coming to grip the back of Dean’s neck tightly, “Stop…No one is dying in this house tonight.”