[h3] Dean and Anna [/h3] 

Dean nodded his head at Sam, thinking at first that his brother was agreeing with him to send Cason in, whether on his own or with Anna. But then it hit him that Sam was wanting to protect the feelings of pretty much everyone, regardless of how good Dean’s idea was. He placed his hands on his hips and held out a hand toward Mika, acknowledging that he was giving her idea some thought.

“Fine. We can split into groups. But the groups have to be smart. They have to play on strengths. Nobody gets left behind.” He grumbled, and then nodded with a sigh at Mika’s repeat of the plan, but with specific groups. He preferred her idea of keeping herself, Dean and Nat together. Both girls would be able to back each other up, and would have Dean as a buffer. 

Anna furrowed her brow, a little nervous to go with Cason. He was absolutely careless with his own body, and she didnt particularly trust him to protect her, even if she was a powerful weapon against the demons. She started to speak up, but Nat began to ask about which group was going to take which demons. Anna turned her eyes up to study Sam’s face, wondering if he would be okay with letting her go, or if he would want to come with them.

When he spoke up, she breathed a sigh of relief and finally nodded her head, “I’m okay with that plan. I feel better having Sam with us. We could use the muscle and knife skills, in case someone gets taken out.”

Cason and Dean both winced at her words, but Dean reluctantly nodded as well. “I don’t like any of this, but the plan does sound like it will work. Let’s get moving.”


[h3] Cason [/h3]

As the group began stepping away from each other to prepare and grab their respective weapons, Anna approached Cason, who shook his head at her immediately, “You are plently juiced up. Any more and your head won’t be in this. You will be more interested in eating them than you are killing them. Keep your head on, and I’ll give you more after we are finished here. Alright?”

Anna opened her mouth to speak, but Cason shook his head again. Anna grumbled under her breath and walked over to Sam to prepare together for what was coming. Cason turned to Nat and scratched the back of his head in annoyance, holding his arms out after, as he brought forward his humor, “Well, it looks like I’m going into this with a pig sticker, a giant idiot…no offense, and a demon melter. Hopefully, they didn’t screw me, here…again.”

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke sighed as Esme stepped off the tailgate. It seemed that they had finally come to an agreement and honestly, he felt as if he was mostly there for hunter backup anyway. He was a capable hunter but he now had a distraction again. With Esme in the fold, and with her not having full control over her powers, around demons, he was concerned. He glanced up at the sky, the stars seemingly taunting him with how peaceful and clear the blackness was. After a moment, he slipped off the tailgate and began rummaging through his bag in the back of the truck. 

He slipped a couple of knives, a pistol, a flask of holy water, and another flask of salt into his pockets of his jeans and his jacket. The last thing he pulled out was an iron pole, that he twirled around in front of his chest like a baton. 

He then turned to Esme and gave a mischevious smirk, “You ready to go play with some demons? Might as well get this overwith…”

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[h3] About ten minutes later when everyone was grouped and ready. [/h3]

[h3] Dean [/h3]

“Alright. Nat…Mika, we’ll take the back. We can ambush them faster that way. Sam, you, Cason and Anna take the front. Duke and Esme can…” Dean barked orders, before Duke held up his iron bar and smiled.

“We’ll roll in to assist whichever group seems to need it. Just like the old days, eh?”

“Just like the old days. Let’s go.” Dean muttered with a smirk. He nodded to Cason, urging him to say his goodbyes or whatever he felt the need to do, giving his sister at least that much respect, while holding his arm out for Mika to join him as he stepped into the tall grass on the side of the hill, with Ruby’s knife clenched tight in his hand.