Arik smirked, raising an eyebrow at Mika when she basically said they would both go down swinging together. He couldn't stop himself from finding a retort, "You better be careful. I might get the wrong idea of our relationship…", he said, before biting his lip in a faux display of attraction. He followed it with a smile, before the group landed across from them.
He looked from Cas to Sam, a little miffed, instantly that they left AnnaBeth behind. Either Castiel didn't feel comfortable around her anymore, with the baby, or he left her there to get Arik away from the new toy…
He glared at Sam, and Castiel, making a note to kill the angel after it was all over with, if he even survived. Angels were nothing more than flies buzzing around like they owned the planet. Truth was, Demons walked this earth…and Angels ran. Where the change in power happened, he wasn't sure. Before Sam could get his entire sentence out, Arik disappeared.
AnnaBeth almost smiled at Sam's small gesture of affection. It was nice, since she was afraid that his brain would be anywhere but taking care of her. Before she knew it, however, she was alone, her hair blown about by Cas' wings flapping. She stood slowly and looked around, "Cas? Sam?"
Why would they just leave her there? Was Castiel afraid of her, now? Was he afraid of what she was capable of…or…maybe the baby was capable of? She closed her eyes, almost praying that Cas wouldn't start telling Sam a bunch of crap about an anti-christ baby, or something.
With no flutter of wings, a hand ran down her cheek, and her eyes shot open, meeting the bright blue eyes that she was still not used to, "Great…"
"What? No, 'Hi honey?' or 'Where's my child support?' Lighten up, love. Feather duster couldn't carry the load, I think…or he thinks your, bun there…", he pointed to her belly, before tearing his eyes from it, "…could trigger the big boys upstairs to come down and protect their toy."
"He thinks my…baby could hurt Rhiannon? She's not even born!"
"It's just an observation. I'm not accusing him of anything, but if it's mine…", Arik started.
"It's not yours. No matter what the outcome is…It's not…"
"And if the thing comes out a full fledged demon? What then? Convince Sam that that speck of demon blood running through his veins was enough to create hellspawn? You know better…", Arik said, not coming prepared for this conversation. If he didn't get her back soon, the rest would start to wonder his motives.
"I'll do whatever I have to do. She won't…be evil. Demon or not. There are good demons."
"Name one…", he said quickly, rolling his eyes, as they touched down in the kitchen behind Mika.
"You. There has to be some good in you…", she answered, before realizing they had changed scenery. She sighed, sitting in a kitchen chair heavily, "Shouldn't you be heading outside?"
"General rule of thumb is that I don't talk to…or look at the prophet. As long as I'm not in contact with her, or threatening her…I should be fine. Just keep your guard dog away from me…", he said, pointing at Cas, while speaking to Sam. He took a seat next to AnnaBeth, propping both feet up on the old table.
"Great…the gang's all here…", Dean sighed, looking up at his now bloody arms, "That means someone can take these damn things off, since you have your dog back…"
He hated talking that way to Cas, but right now, Cas was just another angel to him, until this was all over.