[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean raised his eyebrows as Sam began to speak, almost surprised by how easily Sam defended Anna, especially when it came to the demon blood.  He had never heard about Cason saving Anna from the woods, after she had run out on them back at the cabin.  He turned his gaze from Sam’s and stared out through the windshield, trying to wrap his head around why a demon would save Anna, especially back then, when she was just a scrawny little girl, looking for a running partner.

“All this time.  Cason’s been with her this whole time?”, Dean asked as he rolled the words over in his head, trying to make sense of them.  As Sam finished explaining himself, Dean sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.  He was still bothered by what Castiel said.  It was as if Anna was doing something that Sam knew better to facilitate, not some fluke.

“Well she’s your problem.  If she screws up and goes dark side, that’s on you.  I’ll load the gun.”, Dean muttered with another sigh.  He turned his head to Sam, “And I know she’s terrified of me.  She seems like a sweet girl, but man, she’s not all human.  Not completely.”

Dean glanced up at the mirror and narrowed his eyes as he heard Nat’s engine roar a bit louder.  He glanced out the window, following her up the side of the car as she passed them and leaned over to flip her off right back with a smirk, “I swear she has super human hearing.  And way, way too much energy.”, Dean scoffed, and tapped his hand nervously against the steering wheel with a smirk.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3] 

Anna looked down at her phone and tapped it on her knee nervously as Sam’s text back was delayed.  She glanced up through the windshield and noticed that she could see his hands rising with open palms and falling as he spoke with Dean.  She sighed and simply watched his movements, and body language, realizing that Dean was likely asking about the situation with the demon blood.

As if Dean didn’t hate her enough, now he had a reason.  She was not only a non-related psychic for him to look at like a freak, when he didn’t feel like he was allowed to with his own brother, but now she had drank demon blood, and come straight back to the house with the rest of them.  Anna stared down at her phone and flipped it around in her lap, worried about what Sam was being forced to defend.

However, when Nat raced around Dean’s car, and ended up in front of him for a moment, she noticed that Dean flipped her off and seemed a lot quieter, which caused her to sigh.  She giggled quietly at Mika’s words and shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know.  You get away with quite a bit, being the girlfriend and all.”

She tapped Sam’s name on her phone and typed out a short message.
[i]”Are you okay?  I get nervous when you talk with your hands <3”[/i]

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason listened to what was going on around him, and he tried to listen for Esme’s voice specifically, to make sure she was okay.  His mind feared the worst, every time she went quiet, even though he could hear the demons talking to her.  However, when the demon hissed and began talking about Esme’s demon nuke powers, Cason’s eyes widened behind the bag, “You might want to let her go.  He’s not kidding.  He’s not kidding, she’ll kill us all.”

They didn’t seem to listen to him, as the demon holding him just held him tighter trying to figure out what to do with Esme in her current state.  The cry of pain shook him to his core, as he realized Esme was hurting someone with her bare hands, a show of being able to control her powers a bit better than she had the first time they manifested in front of Cason.  

At Esme’s threat of nuking the entire group, Cason smirked menacingly behind the bag over his head, also taking in the fact that Esme was now defending [i]him[/i].  His hope was short lived, when he heard a gross impact of Esme’s head hitting the side of the car.  He flinched heavily, and called out to her, “Esme?!  I told you not to hurt her!  You son of a bitch!  I’ll kill all of you!”

As he screamed at them, the demon holding him drug him kicking and screaming toward his car, and shoved him in the backseat, slamming the door.  Cason took a deep breath, trying his hardest to vanish from the back seat and out of the car, but he couldn’t.  He could only assume there was a devils trap painted somewhere around him that kept his powers from working.

The drive wasn’t long, and before Cason was removed from the car, the demon holding him hostage beat him until he was unconscious, bloodying his nose and eyebrow in the process.  As Cason woke up, he was tied to a chair, his arms and legs tied painfully with something that burned.  He could smell his skin sizzling as he attempted to struggle against the ropes.

Suddenly the bag was ripped from his head, and his breath caught in his throat, as he stared across at Esme.  His own injuries were nothing in his mind, but the bruise that had formed on Esme’s face was something different, and it hit him in the rage center of his brain.

“What the hell do you want?!  What ever it is, she has nothing to do with it.  You can let her go!”, He called out to the demon that was now circling him with what looked like an iron knife.  The man was wearing thick leather gloves, and held a steel thermos in the other hand as he circled Cason like a zoo animal, “Let her go.  You can have any piece of me you want.  Just don’t hurt the girl.”

“Nah.  See?  This reaction from you?  It’s the exact reason why my friend is definitely…going to hurt…your little love.”, the demon sneered, tossing a splash of holy water into Cason’s face.  Cason cried out in pain as the holy water hit his eyes and he lowered his head, growling and groaning, “Besides, she’s a lot easier to hurt with our fun little tools than you are.  Might be fun to see how long a human can last under intense interrogation.  She’s WORTHLESS!  Just like the worthless piece of traitor scum that she’s following straight to Hell.”

“If you’re talking about Anna.  She’s with a Winchester, now.  What do you expect me to do?!”, Cason practically pleaded with the man as the other demon in the room stepped up close to Esme.

“Kill him? Do what you were asked to do?  You defected!  You decided you loved the humans!  They’re just meat sacks.  Did you learn nothing from the teachings of Lucifer?  All that time in Hell and you learned NOTHING!”, the man screamed, punching Cason in the jaw with a loud crack.