[h3] Cason and Anna [/h3]

Anna whipped around, seeing the bodies slithering out of the crypt, and gasped lightly.  She began to protest, as Mika told her to go help the boys with the doors, but quickly decided against it, as she scanned Mika’s face.  The last thing she needed was a new reason for Dean to treat her like dirt, and pissing Mika off would likely help with that.  

Cason frowned as Nat suddenly pushed him away from the kiss, scanning her eyes with a mixture of annoyance and confusion, “Well, that’s not…I didn’t expect.  What do you mean?!  You didn’t seem to mind being snuggled up to me a couple of seconds ago, and I…I misread that somehow?  I mean…”

As he spoke, Mika stormed over, causing Cason to place his hands on his hips with an exasperated sigh.  Always a Winchester of some sort to come in as a knight for another.  Typical.

“I did nothing.  I only obliged to…”, he started with a half annoyed smirk, “And aren’t you supposed to be watching our little weapon you guys so helpfully brought with us?  Where is she?  Maybe someone should go get her…”

He raised his hands, intending to poof out of the crypt, to break into the crypt from the outside…but he couldn’t.  Growling, he glared at Mika, “And that’s just great.  I’m going to lose my body because of this stupid crypt.  The bars are IRON!  I have to walk…”

Brushing past both Mika and Nat in a huff, Cason began shoving his way through the crowd.

Anna ran across the crypt, dodging teenagers, a couple of which ran into her with enough force to nearly knock her off her feet.  Over the roar of the screaming kids and the growling zombies, she caught the sound of Sam’s voice, standing on her tiptoes to try and see him.

“SAM?!”, she cried out over the group, ducking a little lower to avoid elbows and shoulders as she moved.  Stepping by one teen, she yelped as he reached for her, clawing at her arms.

“HELP ME!  PLEASE!”, he cried out, before being sucked into one of the ‘empty’ crypts.  Anna froze, staring with wide eyes, as a river of blood suddenly rolled out of the dark, and puddled around her fingers on the ground. Scrambling on shaking hands, she began crawling faster toward the door, and toward the sound of Sam’s voice again, trying to ignore the zombie that crawled out, after maiming the poor kid.

Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her arm with enough force to cause her to cry out in both pain and terror, yanking her from the ground, to her feet.  The attacker swung her around to face them, and Cason’s nose nearly brushed hers as he shoved her back to make her walk, “Move.  If we don’t get that door open, we’re all going to die.  Well…you’ll all die.  Move.”

Narrowing her eyes in a dazed confusion, Anna stepped back and began to stumble with Cason, barely noticing the massive bruise that would be left on her arm from his grip.  

[h3] Dean[/h3]

“You don’t think I’m damn aware of what the stakes are here, Sam?!”, Dean snapped at his brother, as he grunted, trying to pry the door open with a crowbar.  Pulling the crowbar back, it was bent almost in half.  With a growl, Dean threw it to the side, stepping back from the gate, “Step back.”

Leaning back on one foot, he kicked at the lock with the other, trying everything to get it open, but it barely budged, groaning as the old metal bent but didn’t break open.  Making matters worse, he caught Anna’s voice over the chaos, and his heart plummeted.  It started loud and clear, and suddenly dropped, and silenced, as if she was taken down by something.

“C’mon.  Break open you son of a bitch…”, he grumbled, panicked.  He heard Anna’s cry again, this time full of pain, and a mix of regret and panick filled his chest, as he kicked the door again.  After a few more kicks, the door was suddenly forced open, ripped from its hinges, causing Dean to gasp, “What the hell?!”

“There.  Did my job.  I’m leaving.”, Cason snapped, shoving Anna toward Sam as he passed through the door, followed by a wave of teenagers.  He disappeared, and Anna wiped her bloody hand through her hair, barely noticing that she was smearing blood, in her panic.

“So, whatever the hell that was…”, Dean grumbled, scanning Anna’s body for any obvious signs of damage.

“Zombies…”, she almost whispered, pointing toward the growling shamblers that were now filing out at a rate that would take a while to subdue.  Dean followed her pointing, and groaned, bending down to his bag that sat on the ground.

“Get the girls rounded up.  Get them out.  I’ll call you when I’m done.”, he ordered to Sam, pulling two large silver stakes from the bag.  He turned and without another word, he stepped into the crypt and began slaughtering zombies, one by one.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke shook his head as Esme spoke about teaming up with Cason as something ‘crazy’.  It actually wouldn’t be a bad idea, in his mind, to team up with some sort of monster on the right side of things.  It just so happened that demons didn’t tend to fight on the right side of things, which complicated the whole ‘working relationship’ with them.  He glanced down at Sarah again, although he couldn’t see anything other than an indentation. 

“I don’t think it’s crazy.  I think it’s smart.  I mean…who’s gonna mess with you, with a Hellhound around?”, he asked with a thoughtful look on his face, thinking back to how he found her in the warehouse.  A million questions came into his mind, over Sarah’s whereabouts during that entire thing, but he quickly shook them from his mind, “And teaming up with a demon is a…it’s a strange one, ‘specially for Dean.  I can’t imagine they’re buddies…”

As Esme fell silent, Duke almost fell into a state of worry, afraid he had said something wrong, or set of some chain reaction of memories, until she started rambling.  His mouth ever so slightly turned up on one side, in a smirk as he scanned her face, "Gaelic?".

He followed her eyes down to Sarah once again, and sighed, “Well, how bout this.  I’m here until you want me to leave…or until you agree to go with me.  So, why don’t we rest?  The others will probably let you know when they’re back.  You heal better when you can sleep…and we have a pretty good guard dog.  As long as she agrees to not kill me in my sleep, I’m down for a nap.”

As he spoke, he smiled a bit brighter, slowly closing the pizza box.  He slid off the bed carefully, carrying the pizza box to the dresser, and then quickly returned, slipping under the blankets and offering his arm to Esme, “Just…keep your hands to yourself…if you want.”, he teased with a chuckle.