Dean scoffed at the girls insisting that he let them help him. Kicking back another glass of whiskey, He held his hands out, like a defiant teenager, motioning for the girls to do whatever it was they felt the need to do.

“Fine. It might be nice to not have to dig bullets or glass out of myself for a change. Just…tell Bobby I’m coming. I’m ready to go, now. He knows how she gets…”, he muttered, glancing up at Mika for emphasis.

He wanted to find out what this thing was that brought him out of Hell, sooner rather than later. But he knew that the only way they were going to find it was either pissing it off or calling it to them. Bobby was right.

“And whatever this thing is…It can most likely just snuff you, Mika. I can’t stop you from going, but if you go, stay out of the way. You hang back, make sure Bobby’s okay and let me handle it.”, he explained, his shaking having ended at this point, for the time being.



Annabeth nodded, understanding that Sam knew more about this stuff than she did. She also knew that if this was a demon, she could dispatch them with little effort, considering what she had done previously in the hotel.

“I’m ready. I got your back.”, she muttered, walking with him to the school. It didn’t take long to get there, and it all seemed a little too quiet as they approached the door. She looked around, noticing the vibration of power disappear from the school.

She defied Sam slightly, stepping forward to the door and shoving it on a hunch. It opened slightly, which caused her to raise an eyebrow and turn to Sam.

“They just left it open?”



“Ah, Hera…”, Samael quipped as he landed and straightened his jacket. He took a casual seat at the table across from her, and smiled warmly. He didn’t particularly need her yet, but she was rather…insurance for his plan to go perfectly. An in and out assassination, if you will.

“You are here to have some fun with the Winchesters. But perhaps…not yet. I have one where I need him. The other is about to get the shock of his life when he learns of our kind. And honestly, I need you…to make sure they stay away from the girl, after that happens.”, he explained, drumming up a glass of wine with his hand.

“So, for now. Go. Do whatever you want. But do not…touch the Winchesters. I need them to have security. And I want to see Sam Winchester’s face when all of this comes to fruition.”

Esme continued to watch Dean with careful eyes. Then she cut her eyes over at Mika and Natalia, glad that they agreed with her, and backed her up. She then looked back at Dean, an eyebrow raising at his actions. Was it really so bad to have others care for your well being? She then reached into an inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out a little pouch.

Opening it, she pulled out a pair of tweezers then put it back into her pocket after closing it then went to step towards Dean but stopped herself. On any other occasion, she would have just gone up to him and started pulling out the glass, but with what happened earlier, she thought against it. She figured this was something she should leave Mika to do herself.

Not to mention, it was pretty much a one-person job. She walked to the table and set the tweezers on the table. “These should make getting the glass out easier.” Without waiting for a response from either, she stepped back and walked away. “I’ll go see if I can’t find something to make cleaning this up a little easier.” she said as she headed for the door.

MIKA AND NATALIA

Natalia sighed with relief when Dean finally agreed to let them help him out. "I'll let him know" she replied, pulling out her phone and unable to stop the discreet smirk from appearing on her lips as he purposely looked at Mika when saying 'how she gets'. She knew exactly what he was getting at by those words as it was true. Even she, who was the newest member of their weird as fuck family knew how Mika could get when she put her foot down on a matter. They all knew once Mika had made a decision on something, there was absolutely no changing her mind on it and to just admit defeat. So with her phone out she sent a quick text to Bobby,

'We'll be about five minutes tops,
We're making Dean remove the glass shards from his hands and arms
first. Mika is also insisting on tagging along with u 'n' dean.'

As Nat texted Bobby Mika watched as Esme pulled out her little pouch of what she presumed was some kind of mini first aid kit for little job or some kind of nail care kit. Either of which would have tweezers in them which was perfect for what they needed to do. She rose an eyebrow when Esme first walked up to Dean, but soon decided against doing the job, instead choosing to find more supplies. "Check the bathroom, Sam will have something in there" she sugegsted to Esme as she took over helping Dean out. Taking the tweezers, she gestured for Dean to sit down in front of her where she would proceed to clean out the glass for him. "I will I promise, I'll hang back" she agreed to his terms.

SAM WINCHESTER

Annabeth wasn't the only one who thought it felt far too quiet for a job that Ruby gave him. Sam also thought it was far too quiet for his liking. He was about to go on ahead to the door when Annabeth defied his request of her to hang back and opened the door for them. 'another woman who won't listen to requests? oh boy..' he couldn't help but think to himself. It seemed he and Dean really did attract a certain type of woman in their lives.

It was curious how it was left open which only brought one theory to his mind... a trap. "Because it's a trap..." he said to her in a hushed tone, gently pushing in front of her carefully and gesturing for her to follow him inside but to stay close. "No running off out of my sight, if it is a trap like I think, I don't want you getting hurt" he told her.

Dean watched as Esme stepped up to him with the tweezers. He had hoped she would be the one to do the cleanup, considering how he had to leave her earlier. He sighed when she handed things to Mika, holding his hands out to her for her to clean.

“I’m going to have to talk to her, eventually, you know…”, he muttered to Mika, wincing as she picked glass from his hands, “If we make it through this, she deserves an apology…from both of us.”

He gave her a stern look, leaning up and kissing her nose to diffuse any annoyance he might have caused. He sighed, flinching now and then.



Annabeth frowned when Sam stepped in front of her and stated that it was a trap. He didn’t trust her, but also wanted to keep her safe. It was reassuring, and insulting. She looped her fingers into his belt loops as they stepped into the school.

The silence was deafening as they walked, only the sound of Sam’s heavy boots making striking the ground in the empty hallways. The silence was broken by laughter, as they stepped around a corner. Annabeth gasped, as a man came into view, his bright white teeth glowing in the darkness, it seemed.

“Sam Winchester.”, the man chirped loudly, holding his hands out toward them, “…and his whore.”

“Sam…”, Annabeth whispered from behind him, pulling at the back of his pants, begging him to leave with her. She didn't want to be near demons, or potentially hurt him while using whatever powers she only just learned that she had.

“Aww. Let her go, Sam. Let her see what she can do…”, the man chimed in again, as his eyes shifted to black. Without hesitation, Annabeth stepped out from behind Sam, her mind instantly going to his safety, and stared at the man, “…Oh how cute is she?! She thinks she's going to protect the great Sam Winchester. From little old me?”

The demon's words angered Annabeth to the point that she stepped forward even further, removing herself completely from Sam, with her hand extended. When enough distance was between Sam and Annabeth to separate them, another, larger male came out of the dark corridor beside them, wrapping both his arms around Sam and dragging him back.

"SAM!", she screamed, turning and running after him, "Sam?!"

She chased them both, watching Sam as the lights illuminated his face at every window. Then, they turned down a corridor and disappeared. She turned in a circle, her eyes turning white as she panicked.

"You're so cute! It's no wonder they want you...I just want to eat you up.", the first demon spoke as he slowly approached Annabeth's panicked form. She threw a hand out to try to use her powers, causing the demon to laugh, and clap a hand against her throat, throwing her through the nearest door, where Sam was being held inside.

Esme stopped and gave a half turn to the side to look at Mika as she spoke, then gave a simple nod of her head. She walked to the bathroom, glass crunching under her feet as she went. Once in the bathroom, she sighed heavily as she looked for the supplies. It didn’t take her long to locate it. Picking it up, she clinched it in her hands and looked in the cracked mirror over the sink. “What a day this has been.” she whispered ever so softly, so her voice wouldn’t reach the others.

It was then she noticed just how rough she looked, the glass still in her hair, a couple of pieces of glass in her forehead. “Man, don’t I look.” she whispered softly with a soft laugh. “Well, I’ve looked worse.” she continued with another soft laugh. Setting the supply kit on the sink, she took out the pouch again, opened it, and pulled out another pair of tweezers. Esme used them to pull out the few pieces of glass from her forehead before cleaning them off, drying them and placing them back in the pouch.

After putting it back in her pocket, Esme shook the rest of the glass out of her hair, then cleaned her face up. All of this hardly took any time at all. Grabbing the supply kit once again, she headed out of the bathroom and back over to Dean and Mika. She set the kit on the table and opened it, and pulled out the items needed to make it easier.

MIKA CHAMBERS AND NATALIA

Mika would have let Esme clean Dean up but was secretly glad she didn't. Sure it was still the jealousy and a slightly of possessiveness but she couldn't just let those feelings disappear at the click of her fingers. She tried to be as careful as possible when removing the bits of glass from him, not wanting to cause him anymore pain than he was already in. As much as she would love to disagree with him when he spoke, she knew he was right. Esme did deserve an apology from them both and she couldn't stop him from talking to the woman. "I know" she muttered back, looking at him as she replied to show him that his words and stern look was getting through to her, the tiniest of smiles appearing as he kissed her nose.

It seemed to her that despite his time in Hell, those little things he learned when they were young to diffuse her or calm her down never left him and she learned they still very much worked every single damn time. She barely noticed how much time in the bathroom Esme took before returning with the supplies they'd need for Dean, yet when she did come back Mika did give the woman a nod of thanks for helping out. "Right..that's all the glass. Esme, you wrap his left hand I'll do the right" she suggested, figuring that if they both did his hands at the same time, Bobby won't be waiting much longer than necessary.

Natalia got a text back from Bobby agreeing to wait but to hurry it up making her roll her eyes. "Bobby is waiting no problem, I'll hang back here for the sake of Sammy and Annabeth and anyone else who wants to hang back and help from here." she let the three of them know.

SAM WINCHESTER

When Sam stepped in front of her, he meant no disrespect to her in doing so, it was just such a drilled in habit for him to do such a thing that he just didn't think. Even though he knew plenty of headstrong women in his life, his natural reaction was to step in front as protector. It also seemed to be so much of a thing for him to do since learning he had a younger half sister who had an incredibly shit life before becoming a hunter with himself and Dean.

The silence just put him on edge as he let her grip his belt loops of his jeans to remain close to him, if he could feel the light tug of her holding onto his jeans, then he knew she was close by and safe. He made sure to look at every angle and direction possible as they crept through the dark hallways of the school before hearing a laugh come from the darkness as they reached that corner. The sound of his name being said was nothing he hadn't heard before, it was clear it had to be a demon if his name was mentioned, but what set his teeth gritting together and almost grinding in annoyance was the fact the demon called Annabeth his whore.

"It's okay Annabeth" he whispered back to her, trying to keep her as safe as possible, whilst also trying to work out the situation and figure out a gameplan all at the same time. His mind racing a 100mph and not getting any kind strategy coming to mind. "Shut your mouth" he sneered at the demon, and before he could stop Annabeth from moving, she moved out from behind and him and in front of him. "Annabeth don't!" He said as she walked even further away from him, just out of arm's reach knowing that this was clearly what this demon wanted. He went to go make a swing at the demon but found himself suddenly being grabbed, making him thrash in fight to try and break free but he couldn't get free. "ANNABETH!" He called out before everything went dark.

When he next woke up only a couple of minutes later, he was in another room, hands ties to the back fo a chair. He thrashed against the chair to try and break free but instantly stopped and went wide eyed when he saw Annabeth come flying in from being shoved. "Annabeth, you okay?" he asked, trying to get through to her as he continued wriggling his wrists up and down trying to loosen his bonds so he could get to her.

Dean flexed his hands, knowing that he probably shouldn’t, but he needed to make sure they still had feeling after all the numbing picking Mika had done to them. He smiled briefly at Mika as she spoke to Esme, approving of her working with her, even briefly.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little worried about this…”, he spoke up, looking down at his bloodied hands, “I mean…I’m top side. I don’t remember a thing. When has that ever gone well for us, trading a good for anything other than a bad?”



Gasping, Annabeth rolled onto her stomach and sat up, giving a few coughs from the blow to her throat as she moved. She heard Sam’s voice from near her, and turned her face to him, her eyes still white as she did so.

“Sam! I’m okay…It’s okay…”, she spoke hoarsely, standing finally, and running toward him, planning to help him with his ropes. As she started running, a force lifted her off her feet, flinging her into the floor. She groaned, attempting to analyze her injuries as she lay there and rolled around. Realizing that she was mostly just winded, and scared, she persevered. Standing to her feet once more, her stubbornness showing through like a beacon, she ran over to Sam, reaching him this time, “They only want me, for some reason. You can get out of here…”

As if it was a reflex, she leaned forward, brushing his hair behind his ear, slowly. Her fingers lingered against his skin as she did so, “It’s okay, Sam…”

She kept her eyes on him for a few seconds, trying to calm him if he was upset at her. But there was work that needed to be done, if she was going to try and save him.

She was saving him. The thought made her almost laugh internally. Shaking herself, she began untying his hands.
The demon stepped into the room, still smiling from ear to ear at his capture of them both. Annabeth had just finished with one of Sam’s hands, loosening the knot around his wrist with a sneer. She wanted him out of here, even if she had to stay behind.

The demon was going off script in not hurting the girl, because screw the angels, that’s why. She was flung once more, only this time, brought to her feet, where she skidded to a stop after a few seconds, feeling partially in control. She held both her hands out, a low scream starting in her throat as she pulled at the demon inside the vessel in front of her. Coughing black smoke, the demon stared at her with fire in his eyes, “You have GOT to be kidding me…”

As the demon taunted her, he walked toward her, closing the gap between them in just a few steps. There, he clapped a hand around her throat, lifting her over his head with a laugh as she struggled, finding no relief in the grip of her captor. What happened next was unexpected and so fast, as if done out of pure rage. The hand around her throat began to tighten as she fought against the hands.

“Sam…”, she choked out. Before a deafening crack filled the room, and her arms fell limp.

"That...was...easier than expected.", the demon laughed, throwing her limp body to Sam's feet without mercy. He then stepped toward the younger Winchester, "Now...what about you?"

Esme didn’t miss Mika’s nod of thanks to her and gave a small smile in return. She sighed inwardly as she finished pulling out what they needed for Dean. She could still feel the tension between them but was happy she acknowledged her help. She was about to walk away from the table to tidy up the room a bit when Mika suggested she wrap Dean’s left hand. “Alright.” she said with a small smile. Esme grabbed some gauze and alcohol wipes before walking over to Dean’s left side.

She listened as he spoke and sighed. She didn’t blame him for being worried about this whole thing. The last bit of what he said made her look up, even if it was directed at Mika. But she could relate to the statement even if she didn’t have words to express it at that moment. Esme set the gauze on the arm of the chair and opened one packet, letting the paper hit the floor, then carefully pulled out the wipe and unfolded it. “This may sting a bit.” she said as she gently took his wrist.

She then carefully cleaned the cuts on his hand with the wipe, just barely catching what Natalia had said. Her eyes never looked up from her job. She then used the other for good measure. She tossed the wipes on the table before grabbing the gauze from the arm of the chair. Esme then carefully wrapped the gauze around his hand, being mindful to not wrap it too tight. When she had finished, she released his wrist and took a step back and looked over at Natalia.

“I can hang back with you here.” she told her. “You don’t need a large group going with you to summon this thing.” she said, looking back at Dean. “With Mika going, that should be plenty. Plus, it’ll give you one less person to worry about.” she continued. “Though, I won’t lie. I’m worried about the three of you going to confront whatever this is.”

MIKA AND NATALIA

Mika knew that Dean would pick up on the fact she was letting Esme help her out and would take it as a start to her apologising to the woman for her earlier behaviour. That assumption was proven right when she noticed Dean smile breifly at her to which she returned and smiled back. She didn't fully agree with him flexing his hands but she let him do it anyway, understanding that it was just to make sure he could feel his hands. Though she did wish he would have a bit more faith in her handiwork than that. She had patched him plenty of times before after all, just as he had for her.

With Esme finally coming over and helping her as they both listened to Dean admit he was worried about what they were about to get themselves into. She like Esme, understood why he was so worried, it was something they hadn't ever come across before and like he said, there was never anything given to them like this without some kind of price to come biting them back in the ass later on. She did the same routine as Esme did with Dean's right hand before leaning back in her chair when she done to stretch ehr back out for a split second. She listened to Esme give her two cents and Natalia's before she decided to speak up, "hey...we got this. We've made it through some pretty rough times, I've had worse I'm sure, can't think of any right now but you catch my drift." she replied to them all, which was half a lie as she could think of one incident....her miraculous survival from a wendigo attack.

Natalia smiled as she rolled her eyes at Mika's comment to Dean and Esme, wondering when that fake cocky smart ass side of Mika would show up, she was tempted to say something about her childhood survival but decided against it, instead focusing on Esme deciding to stay behind with her to which she nodded in agreement. "Fine by me and I'm worried too but Brother you got this. We're Winchesters remember, we don't go down easy. Whatever is messing with you like this should learn to regret their actions" she told Dean. It may not have been the normal thing to say a sibling but it was her way of saying she had faith in him, Bobby and Mika to get answers and that he would be alright. It was also her way of showing some kind of sister affection without showing stereotypical affection.

SAM WINCHESTER

Seeing her groan and move on the ground, Sam sighed with relief that she was still alive and okay. He nodded at her words, and welcomed her coming to help him when she got grabbed and thrown again making him go wide eyed, "Annabeth!" he called out, struggling more to get out of his bonds. He did not want to lose yet another person on his watch, he wouldn't be able to handle another loss. Seeing her get up yet again and run over to him, he found her stubbornness strangely familiar, was it because they had met before at some stage he had forgotten about? Or was it because it was similar to his sister's and Mika's stubborn personality? He couldn't work it out initially but now wasn't the time to try and figure that out. He looked at her right in the eyes as she came over, her suddenly sweeping of his hair behind his ear and touch on his cheek felt like a massive brick wall had just been blown down as he suddenly remembered.....Anna. The girl from his teenage years, the girl he briefly ran off with to a cabin in the woods ooposite the motel that Dean and Mika were in, when Mika wasn't...well...herself. Now it made sense! Why her name rang a bell in his head, why her stubbornness felt so familiar...it was the same as when she begged him to run with her.

"Anna..." he breathed in a whisper toward her, showing he wasn't upset with her in the slightest, just worried about her well being and shock that she was somehow back in his life. He was convinced that when she went missing that night after leaving him, Dean and Mika that she was dead, that the vampires had killed her. He snapped out of his thoughts when she went and untied his hands, making it easier for him to slip his hands out of the ropes. Yet his eyes suddenly spotted the demon walking in grinning like the cheshire cat as he looked like all his christmases had come at once.

He got up off the chair as Annabeth tried to exorcise the demon with her hands and mind, but it just failed and then something came about that he was hoping never would....the demon got the upper hand and he witnessed him just snap Annabeth's neck like it was nothing but a twig. "ANNABETH!!" He screamed, tears filling up in his eyes as he saw her lifeless body on the ground. He had just found her alive and somehow been reunited with her and now he had lost her...again. This couldn't be happening, he can't be losing more people so soon after just getting Dean back. He couldn't take it anymore, he didn't even care that the demon was seeing him cry for the girl. Soon enough he looked back at the demon and narrowed his tear filled eyes in anger at him. "You son of a bitch" he sneered, using the back of his wrist to wipe his tears away. He held up his hand and focused with all his might to do everything Ruby had taught him and send this bastard back to Hell once and for all.

Dean shook his head at Esme, but also agreed with her through his eyes, “I think you would do fine, with us. If this thing was something we knew about, I would trust you in action in a heartbeat. But…I don’t want weaknesses around us. My weakness, not yours. Mika is a weakness for me, but I also know that if I say run, she’ll run…or at least…I think…”

He frowned a bit, wincing at them messing with his hands. This was going to be fun, fighting whatever the hell this thing was with no feeling in his hands.

Dean smiled warmly at Natalia, not even realizing how much he had needed her around, until she was around. His time in Hell was very vivid in his head, and the demons had used plenty of threats toward her to torment him, before realizing it wouldn’t break him. But, seeing her alive did set his heart aflame.

“I mean. You’re not wrong…”, he muttered at her, raising his eyebrows. She was right about one thing. The Winchesters were damn hard to kill. There wasn’t much they couldn’t do together, and most everything in the universe seemed to know it.

He pulled his hands away from the girls as they finished up, and stood, trying not to knock either of them over as he reached for his jacket.

“Welp. There’s no time like now to die, right? Twenty four hours out of the hole, and we’re already on the chopping block again…Winchesters.”, he laughed slightly, before shoving his gun back into his pants and stepping across the room toward the door. He waited there for Mika, and turned to the other girls, “You girls stay safe. Lock the doors…don’t answer for anyone you don’t know. You know the drill…”

He gave the dad speech with a faux serious face, waving his hands around.



Annabeth lay on the dirty floor, her eyes open and glassy…lifeless as they stared at Sam. Her soul had left her body, and was now bouncing around between heaven and nothingness.

The demon felt fulfilled as he stared at how she had folded up on the ground from the fall. His eyes then widened as Sam stepped forward and held his arm out in a rage, “Now hold on…you can’t…”

He began to gag, his body shaking and his eyes bulging as he stared at Sam. Black smoke began to slowly erupt from him throat and fall with sparks onto his feet and the ground below.

“…It’s a myth!!!”, he screamed before the smoke sped up, and finally left his throat completely, causing his dead meat suit to crumble on the floor with a thud.

Another demon that was merely in the room, waiting to subdue Sam if needed began to scream at the ceiling, the black smoke from his throat flying into an air vent as he panicked and ran away from Sam Winchester. Staring at Annabeth’s body, and the body of his boss, the final demon had just stepped into the room, and also smoked out loudly.

At Dean's Grave
@AnnaBeth
At this point there was yellow tape around the area, the police were gone and no one else was around quite at the moment investigating. Benjamin was going to touch the grave to use for his psychic abilities to determine what his visions meant. As he touched the grave with his hand, he felt the presence of some strange divine being behind him. He turned around as the visions flooded his mind, this time, he needn't worry about being distracted by them, as he sensed danger from the mysterious spirit.

"Oh, the name I'm getting from you, is Samael."
"That . . . is really interesting. You feel like an angel, yet the name you carry is sometimes attributed to the Devil."
"Care to explain sir?"

@ActRaiserTheReturned


Samael rolled his eyes, while sitting in an office chair in Heaven. A prayer was coming into his mind as he sat there. He was tempted to simply smite the psychic by showing his true form, but instead, he communicated back with an air of sarcasm to his voice.

"What humans and prophets have attributed my name to, means nothing to me. I am an angel, although not as soft as some of my brothers...", he muttered, rubbing his brow, before his eyes widened at the life force of his target fleeing. The girl was dead.

Screaming, he stood and turned the massive glass table with a huff, before smiting a young angel next to him with a thought and a growl. He then disappeared from the room, with a flutter of wings.

Esme couldn’t help but give a slight smile at Dean’s words. After all this time, he still had trust in her. It faded slightly as he continued, but nodded to show understood where he was coming from. Esme stood there for a moment before putting the unused gauze back into the kit, then moved back to where she was standing on Dean’s left to have them all in eyesight. She crossed her arms across her chest as she listened to Mika’s comment.

Something told her that Mika wasn’t being completely truthful about what she said. Her attention went to Natalia as she spoke, then gave a nod when she agreed to her staying behind with her. She couldn’t help but give the slightest of smiles at Natalia’s words to Dean and agreed with her. She had heard many stories about the Winchesters over the years and knew no matter how bad it seemed, they always came out of it. Though that still did little to calm her concerns about the whole thing, since they didn’t have any idea what they were facing or walking into.

When Dean rose to his feet and grabbed his jacket, she took a couple of steps back, even though he tried to not knock her and Mika over. At Dean’s words, she shook her head and gave a small laugh of her own. You just can’t keep a Winchester down. She thought to herself as she watched him cross the room to the door. When he stopped at the door and gave his dad speech, she gave a smirk. “Yes, sir, Dad.” she replied with a mock salute, a smirk still on her lips.

MIKA AND NATALIA

As Dean said he was only really allowing Mika to come along because she would listen to him if he said to run, she would, Mika nodded her agreement, more for his benefit than Esme's. This time round she would do as he said, even if she wouldn't want to. She knew just as well as everyone else that if whatever this whole situation turned out to be, if they had to run she would do it. But she also didn't want it to come to that worst case scenario as she wasn't prepared to say goodbye to Dean all over again. SHe noticed how he reacted to Natalia's words about what it meant to be a Winchester, finding it was pretty much true. It did seem that not even death would hold them back and stop them for long as both brothers had now come back from death.

She also wondered if this meant his relationship with Natalia would get better now that he realised what he lost other than herself and Sam and they wouldn't be at logger heads too much. She didn't even notice that Natalia replied to his remark by saying 'damn straight I am'. She stepped back as Esme did, giving Dean room to stand up and put his jacket on before following him to the door, grabbing her jacket and flipping it over her shoulder as she did, not wanting to leave Dean waiting for long.

With Dean making his speech at the door, Mika couldn't help but smirk as she looked at both Esme and Natalia's reaction to it, holding back the sniggering of Esme calling him dad and saluting him, whilst Natalia's comment actually made her laugh. "Yeah yeah granddad, we know, stay out of trouble, no boys, no parties, behave and be safe" Natalia said, stretching out a finger and tapping each one with her other hand as she listed them off one by one.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam didn't hold back in exorcising the demon, he felt his head starting to hurt tremendously as he used his free hand to hold the side of his head, feeling blood start drip down his nose and onto of his top lip, refusing to stop until the demons were dealt with. Unfortunately for him two of them smoked out before he could get rid of them, but even just doing the one demon made him feel incredibly weak and shaking. With it done, he lowered his hand and with his free hand, wiped his nose and upper lip. Panting to regain his breath for a moment, he let himself recover before looking down at Annabeth's body and rushing to her side where he skidded to a hault and to the ground, pulling her lifeless body into his arms.

"No no no no....Anna..." he muttered, his voice getting shaky once again as he fought back the tears to no avail. "No please..." he began crying, knowing it was fruitless endeavour to stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks, droplets of tears landing on Annabeth's face. He pulled her body right into his arms and stood up, carrying her bridal style, "I am so sorry...I should have been able to save you" he cried, as he carried her all the way back to the hotel, taking a short route but making sure to try and not draw any unwanted attention to himself as possible, knowing there was only one thing to do...take her to his room and figure out what to do from there.

Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms at the girls giving him lip. He should have been prepared for it, as it seemed like every woman in his life was a smart ass. It’s just what he attracted. He gave both Natalia and Esme a look, before being snarky and opening the door, “I mean what I said…smart asses.”

He stepped out the door and pulled Mika with him, but not before turning and pointing at Natalia in a playful threat.

“I’m glad to see that she can joke with me.”, he muttered to Mika as he stepped out, “I missed both of you a lot. I’m having a bit of trouble believing that you’re here…”

He wasn’t lying. She didn’t seem real. Part of him wanted to just sit and touch her face, and brush her hair. Just, be close and know that not only was she okay, the whole time he was gone, but she was back with him. He sighed, and smiled softly, “Let’s go figure out what this is, before I chicken out…”



Cason wiped a tear from his face, as he sat in an old beat up truck he had stolen a few blocks away. He could feel that something was wrong, and there was talk amongst the demons in his circle that something monumental had happened, and that a hero was created and killed all at once after killing an angel project.

He knew exactly who they were talking about, and rushed to the scene, only to watch with rage as the younger Winchester carried Annabeth across the parking lot. The older Winchester hadn’t even noticed, as he was climbing into one of Bobby Singers clunkers to leave on what he assumed was a mission.

So, Sam Winchester was the one he would kill, and without much to worry about from Dean Winchester.

After hearing about the angels plans for Annabeth, he had panicked and went on a stroll through the shaman community. Most of the shamans were acutely aware of angels, whether they believed the knowledge they had was real or not. One of the shamans had given him a book, and whether or not he could use the book for any purpose beyond harming angels was iffy….but he would try. Whatever he needed to do to make things right for the girl he was originally tasked to keep in a cage…

He exited his car, and began walking slowly at a pace behind Sam Winchester, making sure to stay out of sight as he followed him.

Esme looked over at Natalia as she made her own comment to Dean’s dad speech. A laugh escaped her lips. The thought ”Well, that’s no fun.” crossed her mind, and she almost said it aloud, but kept it to herself. Her smirk grew at his stance and the look he gave her and Natalia. “I know.” she said warmly as he opened the door. “We’ll be fine.” she added, as he turned to point at Natalia before leaving. She was about to say something else, but she was a little late to get it out. Once Dean and Mika had left, she took in a deep breath and slowly let it out.

She felt as if someone had lifted an enormous weight off her, making her slightly lightheaded for a moment. Once she had collected herself, she briefly turned to Natalia before she scanned the room that was still littered with debris from earlier. “Shall we see how much of this we can clean up?” she asked her. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t really want to mess with it, but on the other hand, she didn’t feel right leaving the room this way. Esme then took off her jacket and draped it over the back of a chair, preparing herself for the cleaning and to stay for a while.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika smirked when Dean gave Natalia the playful finger waving threat of 'watch it you...and I mean, specifically you missy'. There was something incredibly heartwarming about the action towards his 'baby' sister. When Dean stepped out of the room with her, she walked downstairs with him and smiled whilst nodding at his remark about Natalia. "i'm glad she can too, and she missed you a lot more than she would ever admit. We're still all trying to compute how you're back ourselves, but we're very much real Dean. We'll always come back to you" She replied to him, para-phrasing the one saying she had always told him since she was eighteen and she wrote it on that note. She knew those words always stuck with him and she hoped even to this day they still have a impact on him.

She knew he wasn't lying when he said what he did, she could hear it in his tone, see it in his body language. When this was all over all she wanted to do was get in a safe space and let him just relax beside her, to let his mind just decompress everything that was going on. Nodding at his next words, she interlocked their fingers as she grabbed his hand, squeezing it in a way to say 'we've got this, you're not alone'. He may have said 'before i chicken out' but she never knew Dean to ever bottle a challenge, and she couldn't imagine that changing now, not unless Hell really had done a lot more damage to him psychologically than she knew.

She walked out of the hotel with him and saw Bobby giving them 'the look' of 'hurry up ya idjits!' making her roll her eyes, walking to the truck with Dean, opening the back passenger door and getting in. She didn't know if Dean would want to be in the front with Bobby or the back with her but she left it up to him. She, like Dean didn't even notice Sam in the near distance coming back and carrying Annabeth's dead body.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

THe fact that Esme could match her sass when it came to Dean's instructions made Nat smirk deciding in that moment she was going to like this woman. If she could match her snark then she was all okay in her books. With the lovebirds gone, she looked around at the state of the room and groaned slightly, knowing they couldn't stay in a room if it was covered in glass and whatever else. "I was just thinking the same thing. I'll find the cleaner's storeroom and nab a broom and such." She told her, never particularly enjoying cleaning but when it was very much needed, she just got on with it. Like Esme, she removed her own jacket, chucked it on the table that Dean was sat at earlier and went toward the door to leave, putting it on the latch so she could get back inside again without knocking and headed down the hallway.

Finding the cleaner's storeroom, she pulled out of her back pocket her lockpicking kit, unzipped it, pulled out the items she needed and palced the bag back in her pocket before picking the door's lock as it was luckily an old school lock and letting herself inside. Turning the light on, she looked around and found some brooms and black bin bags which she took, left the storeroom closing it behind her and heading back to the hotel room. She got back inside a couple of minutes before Sam came back inside and in a state she was not expecting....

SAM WINCHESTER

Through his grief, he didn't notice or sense Cason following him from behind or even pay attention to Mika and Dean leaving with Bobby. He just focused on bringing Annabeth back to the hotel as he refused to leave her alone in the school. He could at least bring her back to his room and try and figure out what to do with her body. Should he give her a hunter's funeral? Should he just bury her? He didn't know and it hurt far too much to not have the answers. He slowly made his way up to his room by climbing the stairs slowly and steadily, wanting to make sure that he didn't drop the one person he never thought he'd be reunited with.

He knocked on the door with his elbow as he couldn't risk freeing a hand from the way he was carrying Annabeth. He barely even found himself aware of when Natalia heard the knock and opened the door, gasping at what she saw, letting him inside and then seeing Cason and narrowing her eyes at him but let him inside also. Sam just walked inside and straight to the bed in the room where he placed her down carefully, luckily being free from the mess, brushing her hair away from her face and making it neatly flow down and over her shoulders. "I'm so sorry Annabeth...." he cried.

Dean held her hand tightly as they walked across the parking lot, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles gently. He still didn’t like the idea that she was coming along, only for the fact that he wasn’t sure she would be safe. But, none of them were safe, until this was handled. So, he had to push that down too.

He stepped up into the backseat and shoved her to the side a bit, deciding to ride with her, in case this was the last time he was able to. The entire ride, he fidgeted with his hands, moving them from his own leg, to hers, to her hands, the back of the seat, anywhere he could place them to keep himself moving.

As they pulled up to an old barn, he narrowed his eyes, looking at Bobby’s face in the mirror, “Bobby, where is this place?”

Bobby put the truck in gear and cleared his throat, waving his hand at the building, “Me and Rufus went through, before he bailed on my ass after I told him the dirty ‘I don’t know’, when he asked what all of it was for. We put up every damn sigil I could come up with in the books…”

Dean raised his eyebrows further, as the barn looked completely clean from the outside, almost boring. He opened his door and stepped out of the truck, stepping up in front of the door, as Bobby also exited and continued what he was saying.

“I got everything set up in there. It’s kinda an all over spell to summon every damn thing from any dimension we can…and I just need your hair to finish it. That should narrow it down.”

As Bobby finished, Dean sighed, flexing his fists with anxiety before turning to them both.

“Alright then. Let’s get started.”



Cason glared back at Natalia as he entered the room behind Sam, not honestly caring if she liked his presence. He was only there for one reason. As Sam laid Annabeth on the bed, he let out his own shuddered sigh, seeing her dead body. It was a lot to take in, after the time he had spent trying to keep her safe.

“How could you let this happen?”, he whispered in the silence to Sam. He stepped up behind him, fully ready for a fight, “How is it that the great Sam Winchester just…fails at everything, and loses the one key to all of this mess…”

Before he could launch much of an attack on Sam, a flutter of wings was heard, and another man stood next to him. An Angel. Cason stepped back in shock, pressing himself against a wall. He had heard about them, but he hadn’t seen one in person yet. The sigil…



Samael landed, furious, in the hotel room, standing over Sam Winchester and the girl’s body. His face was still, his jaw clenched as he looked at her with a growl. He quickly turned his rage to Sam, wanting to crush the worthless human to dust in front of him. But…that wasn’t the directive.

And judging by the boy’s response to the girl’s body, he knew that his petty nature would be punishment enough. More so than killing him. Sighing, he folded his arms and glared around at everyone in the room.

“They had one job.”, he spoke softly, “ONE JOB! This wasn’t supposed to happen. She dies at MY HANDS! Not some low life demon abomination…MINE!”

His screaming caused Cason to jump as he slowly cut his hand behind his back, dripping a bit of the blood on the bedside table, where he began running a single finger through it in a design.

“So, I guess…I’ll have to figure out another way to do it myself. She is beautiful, though, isn’t she?”, he asked Sam, running a finger along Annabeth’s forehead, a strand of her hair moving with it, “I mean…I can understand the sadness.”

He stepped back, not wanting to resurrect her just yet. He wanted the younger Winchester to hurt…badly.

“…because you failed. You’ll always fail. You…killed her…Samuel.”

Esme was scanning the room when Natalia replied to her question, a small smile making its way to her lips. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do till you get back with the supplies.” she said as she watched Natalia go to the door. After she left, Esme walked over to the door and grabbed the small trash can, then walked back over to the table. She then cleaned off the table first before moving to the rest of the room. She worked on getting the bigger pieces of the mess cleaned up first, tossing what she could into the small trash can, then making a pile with what wouldn’t fit.

She looked up from her cleaning when Natalia came back into the room. Upon her entrance, a terrible feeling hit her square in the gut. Esme couldn’t quite figure out what had caused this feeling, but little did she know it was about to become clear. There was a knock at the door. Being rooted to the spot, she couldn’t move. She watched Natalia walk to the door and open it. The feeling in her stomach grew stronger at that moment, and the answer she was searching for revealed itself. She couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped her lips when Sam walked in carrying AnnaBeth, causing her to bring her right hand to her chest while the other rested on her stomach.

She watched Sam cross the room, hardly noticing Cason, and lay Annabeth's body on the bed. She took a few steps forward just as Sam spoke in a tear filled tone to Annabeth, but dared not get any closer. Esme fought against the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, but couldn’t stop them from welling up in her eyes. Yes, she hadn’t known the woman long, but she had felt some sort of connection to her. She wanted to ask what had happened, but she couldn’t get any words to leave her lips, as if what she wanted to say had caught in her throat.

Her eyes cut over to Cason as she spoke to Sam. As she stood here, many thoughts ran through her mind as she took in their appearances and continued to fight the tears that threatened to fall. She swallowed hard before taking a deep breath, then forced herself to speak. “Wh...What happened?” she asked, her tone coming out softer than she intended to. But before anyone could answer her, the flutter of wings caught her attention. Esme almost jumped at the sudden appearance of Samael. A glare overtook her softened features as the man glared at each person in the room and spoke.

Esme clenched her teeth and tightened her grip on her shirt with both hands at the words coming from Samael’s mouth. Other than being able to move her hands, she felt paralyzed as she watched and listened to Samael. She couldn’t even open her mouth to speak. She barely managed to bring her hand from her stomach to her now pounding head. What the hell is this guy. she thought to herself. Her thoughts went to what she heard upon his entrance and her eyes widened. Could he be? No, that’s not possible. she thought to herself.

The witch, Benjamin Lee cast his spell so he could intervene in this situation and save Sam. "Salire per Spatium!" He teleported in the room with Sam and the others, and his skin tight forcefield covered his body, shielding him from the glaring power of Samael, for now.
"Samael! I demand you stop this at once!" He raised his right hand, ready to cast a spell that could banish Samael's vessel to the darkest ocean depths. He gestured with his left hand and attempted to slam Cason through the Hotel wall, causing him to fly scores of feet outdoors. His sense of danger was a strong sensation, and he knew that if this didn't go well, then he was dead.