[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

It took Dean nearly an hour of driving to finally confront Sam about the demon blood issue.  He took a deep breath, the silence becoming too much as the only sound in the car was the faint sound of the radio, and the odd text tone from Sam’s phone, when Annabeth texted him.  Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Dean glanced over at Sam.

“Do you have anything you wanna tell me?  And don’t…say nothing.  An [i]angel[/i] had to tell me that the little lady that just so happened to show back up into your life after nearly fifteen years…is drinking demon blood?  And she shows up with a pet demon, who everyone is just super smitten with. C’mon Sam.”, Dean started, way more aggressively than he would originally had planned, “What do you know about her, since she’s been away?  You knew her for what…a day?”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

A little over an hour into the drive, Cason pulled up to what appeared to be a road block, and he frowned.  There were cop cars blocking the road, and no formal signage or any sort of tint as to what they were checking for.  As he pulled up to the blockage, an officer turned toward the car and smirked, stepping up to the driver’s window.

“Is there a problem officer?”, Cason asked as he rolled the window down carefully, only enough that the officer could speak to him, if he wanted to.  The officer smirked and tapped on the window one more time.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car.  Um…the girl too.”, he spoke clearly, leaning down to peer over at Esme, asleep against her window.  Cason turned his head toward Esme, and frowned, turning back to the cop with the same frown.

“We’re kind of in a hurry.  So, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m only going to ask one more time, traitor.”, the Cop’s words trailed off into a sneer and his eyes flicked to black as he pulled the door open and grabbed Cason by his collar, dragging him out of the car and onto the pavement.  Another officer walked around to Esme’s side, and did the same, pulling her against his chest.

“Don’t hurt her!  Don’t hurt her…”, Cason called out as he was wrenched to his feet and quickly handcuffed, “Just…do whatever you feel you need to, to me.  But don’t hurt her.  Dean Winchester!  He’ll come for her…”

“Well isn’t that just an interesting twist.  A failed traitor and the teeny tiny blonde sidekick that just happens to be Dean Winchester’s…girlfriend?”, the Cop took a deep breath of air through his nose and raised his eyes toward the sky, “It’s a good day, boys.”

Esme disappeared from Cason’s vision as a cloth bag was quickly thrust over his head, and he was pulled roughly toward one of the police cars, barely able to keep up with the quick steps as he stumbled.

[h3] Bobby Singer [/h3]

Not long after the kids left, Bobby’s phone buzzed and he picked it up.  Reading through the odd text message from Ellen, he furrowed his brow and scooted back in his chair, grabbing a fresh bottle of scotch from the shelf behind him.  Leaning back to the desk, he called her immediately, holding the phone up to his ear and poured a small glass of Scotch. 

When he heard the other side of the phone pick up, he sighed, “Okay.  You wanna run all that by me again, in English this time?  And tell me what the hell you want me to do about it?  I just had a house full of hunters.  Your timing is impeccable, darlin’.”