[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean pulled the Impala into a parking space outside of a motel near the town Castiel had sent them to hopefully save. He put the car in park and quickly stepped out, shoving a piece of candy in his mouth that he had snagged from a grab and go at the local gas station.  He casually walked over to Mika’s car and opened her door as soon as she was parked, “So, I figure we get to our motel rooms, unload all our crap and then decide the split for interrogation?  We need to work fast and get this done, but we have to be smart about it.”

He pulled out a piece of paper he had written some info on that Bobby had called he and Sam about, and turned it so that Mika could see it, “Guy chokes on razorblades in a sealed bucket of candy.  Kinda hard to explain, and sounds like witchcraft to me.  Or…”

He pulled out one more piece of paper, “Demon omens, all surrounding one building…the high school.  I don’t know if they would outright hit us with a full force or not, but if they’re protecting the seal, there’s no telling what’s inside.”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth leaned over as Dean opened Mika’s door, and stared between the two pieces of paper.  She sighed, and raised her hand, “Is there an option three?”

Dean shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, “Alright.  So, they really are bringing out all the big guns for this one seal.  Great.  Do we have any angels on our side?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t really know how all this angel stuff works, but we do have a demon, and a demon nuke.  Where are they, anyway?”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason lifted his head, his eyes glazed over in black as the blood poured from his mouth and onto his lap.  He laughed wildly, his jaw bone already cracking back into place from the heavy punch, “You’ve obviously never met a Winchester.  And oh god, what until they see what you’re trying to do here.”

His eyes raised to stare over at Esme as the demon near her began working on her, to get to him.  He watched her hold her own, stifling his own reaction as his arms worked at the ropes that tied him down.  As the first blood was drawn from Esme’s lip, Cason flinched, inhaling a breath through his nose, as the demon working on him stepped up and grabbed his jaw roughly, holding his face steady toward Esme.

The second cut against her chest caused Cason to flinch, “Don’t hurt her.  She literally has nothing to do with any of this..”

“Oh but she does.  See, you’ve grown soft, with the Winchesters.  You met this sweet little thing, and because of one tiny bout of helping you keep your PET alive, you’re obsessed with her care.  Its deeper than that, isn’t it?”, the demon sneered at him, glancing up to see his partner cut Esme once again.  Cason tensed and shook his head.

“No.  No, she’s just.  You’ve seen her powers.  She’s…”

“She’s your PET!  Like last time we had to go through this.  I don’t want to keep doing this, son, killing humans, trying to teach you a lesson.  That’s why we’re gonna do this slow.  You’re gonna watch, and then you’re going to go downstairs and explain yourself.  Maybe when you come back, you’ll take the hint and kill…that…girl.”, the demon sneered, wincing himself as his partner drove the knife into Esme’s shoulder, and Cason nearly rocked his chair completely forward.

He growled, “Just send me back!  Stop!  She doesn’t have to die…She doesn’t have to…”

The demon behind him pulled his head back by his hair and threw an entire shot glass of holy water down his throat, causing him to cry out, choking and coughing as the steam sizzled up from his throat.

“Continue.”, the demon muttered, shoving Cason’s head forward as he choked.  The demon working Esme over nodded, and thumped the tip of his finger against the knife embedded in her shoulder, with a chuckle.

"C'mon.  Give us a good yelp.", he cooed at her, taking the knife between two of his fingers and wiggling it in her skin, as he opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting her reaction.

Cason recovered a bit, spitting a mixture of blood and water onto the ground in front of him as he growled.  The demon wiggled the knife a little harder, and Cason pressed his eyes closed, turning his head to the side.