[h1] AnnaBeth and Cason [/h1] 

When they arrived in the parking lot of the hotel in Pontiac, Cason slapped both front seats excitedly, even though he was everything but excited, “I’ll be back.  If Sam Winchester is here, I’m assuming he’s being followed, especially if his obsessive ‘sacrifice myself for my brother’ brother is alive…”

Cason used air quotes as he spoke, before disappearing.  He quickly reappeared in the backseat with a grunt.

“Awesome.  No demons!  Now, we wait for ol’ whats her name to get here, and we can go say hello to our heroes.”

Annabeth stared at the hotel, straight at the window where Sam and the rest were inside.  She could feel something in her, wanting to enter the room.  Whoever or whatever was through that window, it was what she came to find out.

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[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

Dean shook his head, staring at Sam, “No.  I don’t think she would.  She would know better than that.  If Sam couldn’t get a deal, she sure as hell couldn’t.”

He stood up and took a drink from a beer sitting on the table.  It was stale, but any beer tasted good at this point, “So, we need to find out what dug me out.  Maybe it’s something to do with Sam’s powers or whatever.  What do you think?  And how are you alive?  Lilith zapped you to Oz didn’t she?”