[h3] Dean Winchester and Annabeth [/h3]

As soon as the angel turned to him, Cason disappeared with a ‘pop’, leaving Esme standing alone in the kitchen.  He wasn’t going to risk his ass with an angel, not this early in the war.  Annabeth was on her own, and had a Winchester shield.  The angels had orders, from what he gathered, not to hurt either of them, yet.  

He landed on the gravel in the junkyard, and walked around to the garage, leaning against Dean’s Impala, while lighting a cigarette as he rode out the angel storm.

Dean quickly reached out for Castiel’s harm, pulling down roughly, as he stepped close to Cas’ back, “Don’t…purge anyone.  Assume that if they’re in this house…they’re family, alright?!  You too.  They won’t hurt you, and you don’t hurt them.  Look at me.  What do you need me to do, right this second, that doesn’t involve SMITING ANYONE?!”

Dean’s voice raised and he leaned in close to Castiel’s face, keeping his hand wrapped around the angel’s wrist.  Realizing he was still holding on to him, he shoved his arm away and sighed, clenching his jaw at his own disrespect, “Please.  No smiting.”

Annabeth allowed Sam to push her further behind him, her hands gripping his shirt as she buried her face in his back, her hands heating up a bit against him in her fear.  She squeezed her glowing eyes tightly shut as she waited for Castiel to take them again, but when he didn’t right away, she furrowed her brow, glancing under Sam’s raised arm slightly to see Natalia shielding her, and Cason was gone.

“I’m just like Sam…”, she muttered quietly from behind Sam’s back, “I don’t want to hurt anyone.  In fact, if the angels are good, I want to help, too!”

Dean closed his eyes and ran a hand down his face, before pointing a hand toward Anna and opening his eyes at Cas, “See?  Just like Sam.  You haven’t blasted Sam into the next life, so why her?”