Felix Haustin

"Times are a changing you filthy hunter, Ragnarok is upon us. Fenris walks among his children once again" A man spoke to another one tied up in a chair. Two people in-fact who were tied up, a man & a woman, hunters who wound up being captured while investigating a series of murders in Las Vegas. The victims had their hearts eaten and some other parts of their surrounding bodies which of course attracted a pair of sibling hunters.

"Your nothing but a monster! Your kind will be stopped!"The tied up female yelled out in disdain trying to no avail to free herself from her restraints just as her brother did. The man in the suit merely smiled his spectacular hearing allowing him to pick-up on the duo's struggle to escape their binding.

"You humans are all the same. You truly have the misguided perception of being the alpha creature on this world. Why is that?" The werewolf mused in a mocking tone as his attention was partially turned to a laptop that had an EXCEL sheet pulled up where he was keying in information.

"Listen Micky, this isn't going to end well. You kill us there's more of us coming then just us. I know your not the one behind all those killings, 30 homeless people have went missing in the past two weeks, and seven bodies turned up with missing organs. That's a total of 37 people, 7 of which are accounted for as mince meat for you beasts, but the other 30 still gone in the wind. I'm guessing you guys had a taste for more then the heart with them, emphasis on you guys, because your not packing enough weight to have eaten all those people in less then a month" The male hunter retorted still messsing with his bindings but trying to distract the wolf named Micky with conversation.

“I believe it will” Announced Felix as he entered the basement area where the two hunters were being held captive. Micky took a knee upon seeing him enter the room and a smile lurked on the psychic monster’s face.

“My King, Fenris you have come! I am honored by your being here great wolf.” Micky declared in awe from merely being in his presence.

“There’s no need for that, I happened to be in town on business, and I heard one of my best soldiers nabbed two nosy hunters trying to muck around in business that doesn’t concern them.” Felix ended his sentence with great malice directed towards the two hunters.

“The hell it don’t! Your a fucking monster! I mean all you fuckers are bad, but your the one stirring up the wolves out here causing them to go berserk huh! Almost 40 human lives wiped out in three weeks, and you think more of us ain’t going come knocking!?” The female hunter retorted in anger shocked at Felix’s arrogance.

“Oh please you mere hunters can’t stop me! You see 40 humans is nothing, soon it’ll be 400, then 4000, then 40,000 and so on. These are epic times we’re living in and I have epic plans to fit them.” Felix responded taunting.

“Yeah well I don’t think so.” The male hunter had escaped his bindings Micky rose up to stop him but he quickly slashed at him with a silver blade. The blade sliced through the skin of Micky’s arm causing him to wail in pain and stumble backwards collapsing. Felix growled showing his fangs only for the hunter to lunge forward stabbing the knife through Felix’s heart and kicking him aside then rushing over to his sister to free her from the chair as Micky fully transformed and rose up stewing with rage.

“You animals!!!!! How dare you do this to my king!!!!” Micky bellowed with rage as the sister pulled out a gun opening fire shooting Micky with a few rounds to keep him down while drawing her own silver knife and tossing it to her brother.
“Yeah well the world’s been done with kings since the Middle Ages, get with the times, I’m more of a fan of modern politics & dead monsters.”

“Oh please stand down my soldier I’ve been looking to have some fun for a while.” Felix announced before laughing rising up and removing the silver blade from his heart now drenched in his blood. Seeing the werwolf not only survive the silver blade to the chest but be relatively unharmed by it startled them as he tossed the knife aside. His wound rapidly healed up while the sister hunter opened fire loading rounds into Felix which had no effect.

“How in the hell?! Your a werewolf, that shouldn’t be possible” The brother replied in shock instinctively standing in-front of his sister to protect her from this monster.A clicking noise from her gun elicited laughter from Felix as that indicated that she was out of bullets, and Micky also joined the chorus of laughter.

“My apologies king, you hunters are screwed now! You believed mere silver would put an end to Fenris?! Micky yelled out in support of his leader motivated & energized by seeing him shrug off a silver blade to the heart. Felix of course was as cocky as always and went on o speak to the hunters in the place of his wolf soldier.

“ Ragnarok cannot be stopped, nothing will stop it! The era of mankind being dominant is over, as we speak other forces aim to end your world, I’m merely trying to be a major player on the board and of course have my people at the top when the dust settles.” Felix continued speaking in reference to the demons breaking the seals in hopes of kicking off the grand finale to the human race.

“Run”! The male hunter yelled out as Felix transformed into his wolf state and lunged forward the male hunter doing the same swinging his blade. Felix produced his glaive knocking the blade out the hunters hand and flinging it forward. The male hunter dived backwards avoiding the sharpened ends of the glaive however it soared through the air and slashed off his sister’s left arm cutting it clean off and then came back to Felix boomerang style.

“Ah I love this thing, you know it’s made of iron & silver, I’m taking a page out of you hunters book, it’s quite effective having a weapon that can harm most monsters and humans simultaneously. Although I’m actually in the market for another weapon, a hammer of sorts, you wouldn’t have happened to have seen it aye?”Felix inquired to the confused hunters although the female hunter wailing in pain caused them to not pay much attention to the wolf king’s words.

“Enough I’m going to kill you bastard! How dare you hurt my sister!” The man shot back while Felix used his power on the man restricting his entire body with an invisible force. He used the same force to lift his sister into the air slamming her body against the roof multiple times intensifying the pain she was already in from having an arm cut off. As the hunters yelled out he finally released his hold dropping the bruised, battered & bleeding sister to the ground.
“You have to get out of here! Run brother! Get away from him!”

“As If I’d let that happen, you two are finished. I’m not your ordinary werewolf, I’m afraid you’ve stepped into something that your lives will get stuck in, first you kill your sister, shoot her in the head.”
“What are you out of your mind I would never-“ The male hunter’s eyes flashed blue and he went silent. He then slowly pulled a gun out his pocket and cocked it aiming at his sister’s head. As she waddled up Felix used his telekinetic power to restrict her movements and pressed her against the ground.
“Kill your sister, shoot her dead” Felix demanded once more using his psychic power on the brother causing him to pull the trigger blowing his sister’s brains out. As soon as he’d been forced to murder her, that shattered the psychic hold Felix had over him and his eyes widened I shock at seeing his dead sister lay at his feet.

“You MONSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The hunter screamed dropping the gun to the floor and Felix smiled using his telekinetic power to demolish the wall behind the hunter. As the wall crumbled the hunter gripped his knife as he heard growls from all around him. Turning away from his dead sister, Felix & Micky he saw several people around 30 or so standing around snarling at him causing his jaw to drop. “No….no…you didn’t kill those 30 people you…”
“Turned them, into something better! Now you get it, the seven they were dinner true enough. Actually more then that, but you know how it is Vegas needs it’s tourism, if they reported all 50 deaths in the country wide news it’s bad for business, you see I’m targeting the people society has cast aside. The Homeless, The poor, forsaken ex military veterans & even lost junkies looking for a sustainable rush that won’t devour their retirement account. I’m raising up an army.”
“You…enough you made these people monsters, you killed my sister! You can go to hell!!” The male hunter yelled rushing towards Felix.

Felix moved at superior speeds kicking the hunter into a wall simultaneously disarming him of his blade. Felix then lunged forward and slashed the hunter apart killing him quickly. After doing so he stood up turning towards Micky & the other 30 werewolves. “This fate will befall all humans who dare to stand against us! The age of man Is forever gone. Go out my children & feast, there’s so many meals out here that society shouldn’t have, devour the humans & of course convert those who have the look, the fire in their eyes into us! Go forth my children, RAGNAROK IS UPON US!!!!!”

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika really hoped that Sam wouldn't lie to Dean, knowing that as much as she would love to disgaree with him on that point, she knew Dean had a valid point and she had to agree with his statement. She just hoped it wouldn't mean it'd make the case in hand incredibly awkward and more frustrating to deal with than it was already proving to be.

Listening to Natalia's explanation, she too wished that the woman wouldn't have told someone they didn't know who she was by relation but then again she also trusted that Nat knew what she was doing. She had seen sort of how much Natalia had grown as a hunter in these last four months, even if she was grieving for most of that time, she still kept tabs on Nat's abilities of being a hunter and making sure that the girl stayed alive. So she knew they had to trust her instincts and if Nat said this Josiah, whoever he may be was trust worthy, to the point he was giving her warnings to keep her alive, then maybe they should trust her also.

With Dean so close to her, she also could tell that after this hunt was over with Dean would want to also have a brotherly chat with Natalia about telling people who she was and no doubt grill her on who this Josiah even was. Hells, she could see Sam was wanting the exact same thing with Natalia and all Mika could do was put a reassuring hand on Dean's back, running her thumb up and down his spone to try and keep him as calm as possible.

She nodded her agreement at Dean's suggestions about packing extras of pretty much anything and everything, knowing that it was more than a good idea if what Nat got told and passed onto them was true. She looked up at Dean and closed her eyes for the duration of feeling his lips on her forehead, her hand dropping to her side when he pulled away from her completely, "We will, go finish packing the car, we'll meet you outside" she told him, taking her duffel from him. Annabeth was certainly correct in her assumption about her worry of not being in the same car with Dean, but like Annabeth, she knew the boys did need this alone time.

NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

Nat could see the all too familiar look from both of her brothers and knew that once Dean was done with lecturing Sam in the car and possibly this hunt, if not during the hunt he would be giving her a typical big brother lecture as well about letting her contacts know she was a Winchester. Yet she ignored the look so she could have given them all the information she knew.

She wished she could say Josiah was speaking bullshit, that she didn't believe what he told her but she knew that he had never let her down before and he certainly had been useful when they were figuring things out with the seals in general. The fact he mentioned about the rising of the witnesses helped them learn about the seals before Castiel came in and gave them more solid information. She trusted Josiah with her life and rightly so, he had saved her life on one hunt during her journey in trying to find a way of bringing Dean back from Hell. She probably would have gone as far to say that if it wasn't for him she would have been in the same state as Mika was.

She agreed that they needed to up their arsenal if demons, vampires and witches were all clubbing together to make it so much more difficult for them to stop the seal from breaking. Truth was, deep inside she wasn't looking forward to going to this location and doing this case but she knew they had no choice and there was no way on Earth that she would let her family go without her. She smiled slightly as Dean finished his spiel by showing his love for Mika and letting go of her completely so he could get to his impala.

Sam hated that this case was proving to be even more complicated and frustrating by the minute and they weren't even in the town yet. "I'll meet you at the car Dean" he agreed once more before turning to Annabeth and heard what she was saying, nodding in response. Without anymore words spoken, he walked with Annabeth to his car, unlocking it so Annabeth could grab her bag and he his. He even grabbed extra weapons from the trunk as he was aware of Mika and Natalia walking out together to their retrospective cars after grabbing whatever extra weapons they could from inside the house and making sure they were suitably equipped.

Natalia patted Mika's shoulder before letting her go to her '66 impala, and Natalia to her car, opening the trunk and shoving her bag inside before doing a quick check she had everything she needed and any ammo for her firearms was fully stocked. She then remembered she had to text Josiah Bobby's number which she quickly did then shoved her phone in her jacket pocket. Getting into the driver's side and waiting for everyone to be ready to go.

Mika however waited outside her car for Annabeth, letting her have a moment with Sam before Sam kissed Annabeth's forehead and headed to Dean's '67 impala.

“How are they both dead, them two hunters are incredible!?” Rufus exclaimed in deep concern upon hearing about the hunter siblings who died in Vegas. He was staying at a fancy hotel courtesy of a few card tricks he’d picked up from the Winchesters. Usually he was against excessive spending with other people’s money even if the ends did justify the means, but in Vegas he had to fit in.

The news had reported 7 people in the past three days turned up with their insides torn out, clear sign of werewolf since the blood wasn’t drained from the victims. But after getting chummy with some of the locals he learned it was worst then that, since the two hunter siblings went missing four days ago, it seemed around 200 people were actually missing. He had went through a contact of his that got some inside information from local authorities. The Mayor wanted the information suppressed to keep tourism booming, and outside of those 200 missing, the FBI had receded a gruesome anonymous tip. The tip led them out to the desert where after a short time digging they found several bodies with their insides torn apart.

The staggering number of victims found in the desert all of whom had been reported missing from Vegas in the past month was over 100. All in all there was about 300 people gone from their friends & families in less the 30 days. A few over 100 were chow food for monsters, but that left 200 unaccounted for. “I don’t get it why the hell would monsters report their victims to the feds? This don’t make any damn sense at all.” Rufus exclaimed concerned going over the notes. Ellen had accompanied him with this hunt and convinced Jo to stay home.

“Look Rufus, I’m right here with you. This is like a damn calling card if you ask me, maybe to incite panic and fear? I dunno, but this ain’t the first thing that’s been going wrong lately. You ran into them too didn’t you, the ghosts of people you couldn’t save? “ Ellen questioned as she thumbed through some files her & Rufus were staying at the Corinthian in Vegas trying to get a lead on what was going on. Ellen of course wanted to inform Bobby, but as per Rufus words it was him or him. He only wanted to get in touch with Singer if it was a situation that required all hands on decks.

“Know, I worked the damn case with that boy who helped put an end to that shit. Josiah.” Rufus recalled flashing back to how he ended up on the same case as Josiah combatting the rising of the witnesses but he hadn’t uncovered the deeper meaning behind it aka that demons were breaking seals to free their creator.

“Yeah well I’m about ready to pack my bags and go get my daughter Rufus. I know how you feel about Bobby, but everyone calls him. I’ve never seen a drunk who can keep up with as many numbers & names as him, definition of a functional alcoholic. This is major, it’s like the gbosts, monsters & demons are going crazy all at the same time. Usually we have to dig around to find stuff, stumble across stuff, get messages from other people through the network, but this Vegas situation if it wasn’t for the press, the media surpressing it would be swimming with hunters, I dunno whether there trying to call out to us or put fear in the people. But something ain’t right, and more people have to know about this.” Ellen said getting up and getting ready to get her stuff together. She felt it was pass time to sit back and argue with Rufus about whether or not to bring in his least favorite drunk. She knew about the situation that went down between him, the straw that broke the camels back & ended their glory days of hunting together but this was a mess, a major one.

“Damn it” Rufus slammed his fist against the hard top wooden table. He groaned rolling his eyes ad waltzed over to the mini fridge taking out a bottle of his favorite stuff and pouring himself a glass. “Call the bastard then, your right, this don’t change a damn thing between us, but I’m not going let it get between more people getting hurt. Your right something’s going on and it ain’t the average bloodsuckers or black eyed sons of bitches behind this shit.” Rufus admitted feeling defeated, it wasn’t that he felt that Bobby was a better hunter than him. Far from it, but when it came to socializing Bobby knew more people. Then again when you spent half the day inebriated the spirits coursing through his blood stream were bound to lead to him meeting a few more people.

“Thank you, I wasn’t trying to go and get Jo anyhow. You know how hard it is to keep her home, can you believe I’d rather have her messing with boys her own age then getting neck deep in this. I know what them little boys want but anything they get to doing with Jo is better then her messing with demons.” Ellen also admitted somewhat sarcastically, as she took out her phone to message Bobby. She sent him details about the situation in Vegas, and the actual statistics the media covered up. Not having a trench coat wearing heavenly soldier on her shoulder she & Rufus hadn’t been brought into the loop about what the black eyed damned souls were up to. Finally she ended her somewhat lengthy text thread to Bobby with “call Me for more details” as she’d written out everything she felt comfortable texting about but there was some stuff she preferred to say over the phone.

“Since we’re doing last measure calls, I’m gonna go head and check on Robby, he’s down in California. Singer’s psychic friend Pamela you remember her, well her & Robby sort of had a thing. And she was making some good money out in the bay then she up and ditched. Said there was some super psychic energy with bad juju that was taking up residence out there and it was pissed, evil, but not demons still it scared the shit outta her all the same. Low & behold, two days ago three high rise condo’s caught on fire simultaneously at the same time late afternoon. 200 people died, 500 injured getting out the building, the people on the higher floors didn’t have a chance.” Rufus exclaimed thinking back to the sudden spontaneous combustion that occured at the three condo’s all next to each other in Beverly Hills two days ago.


“I swear right before it happened I could of sworn I heard something. It sounded like an animal, a beast, really a monster. I mean..maybe I was just hearing things I couldn’t have but I swore I heard a roar and then the flames came.” A disgruntled man was explaining things to Felix & another hunter nearby, Rufus’s frenemy Robby.

“A roar?” Robby usually was ready for whatever victims had to say, knowing that they’d already been dismissed by several law officials & other sorts before he got to them. But even he was stuped this time, still three high rise apartments didn’t just all suddenly catch on fire because of nothing.

“I know I know you think I’m crazy, I get it, I think I’m crazy. But look at what’s going on, honestly what I really think..” The man motioned for Robby to lean in closer as he could only stretch so far as he lay in his hospital bed. “Aliens, it’s fucking aliens, I’m telling you.” The man said then leaned back to rest in his bed.

“That’ll be all please I think Mr. Hemmins here needs to rest. He’s lucky to be alive, like many of the other survivors.” A Nurse said entering the room & Robby took that as his cue to bounce. Felix was waiting for him outside the emergency room anyway. He gathered his belongings slipped on his hat to protect him from the hot California sun & made his way outside where Felix was smoking a cigar leaning against a tree.

“Huh so your enjoying yourself, you got some nerve. Smoking that big ole cancer stick, while we’re investigating apartments that suddenly combusted you really are one rotten motherfucker.” Robby exclaimed with a bit of humor in his voice as he walked over to Felix and dapped him up.

“Yeah well me smoking this cigar ain’t blow them apartments up. Last I checked the only thing in danger was my lungs, and there not supernatural terrorists at least as far as I’m aware of…” Felix replied with a grin that only caused Robby to take him less serious, but if only he knew the type of nefarious activities Felix’s lungs were involved with from time to time.

Robby was wary of working with other hunters, especially after getting into it with Rufus, Bobby, Ellen, Tara, John Winchester but then again who didn’t butt heads with John when he was still around. Still he’d ran into Felix working a Wendigo case two months back, and since then they’d kicked ass together on 8 different cases in the west. He still did most of his work alone, but those 8 times they partnered up they managed to nab & kill the monster they were after in no less then 3 days each time. It was something about him that oozed trustworthy, in some ways his energy even reminded him of Pamela’s.

“Yeah Yeah, anyway I’m glad you’re out here. I called Laura, Tom, Kate & Roger out here too. “ Robby exclaimed as the two hunters walked down the side-walk approaching Robby’s car a 1995 black GT Mustang “Hold on man where’s your car?”

“Oh I’m not good enough to ride with you anymore Robby?” Felix replied seemingly shocked and his eyes widening in false shock.

“God damn it, you finna get in my beutiful ride smelling like death. That shit can kill you, and it might get the job done before any vampires or chubacabra’s”

“To be fair I think a chupacabra would gank me faster than Cubans. But thanks for the ride anyway compadre.” Felix replied as he hopped in the passenger seat of the mustang graciously putting out the cuban and tucking it behind his ear before doing so. This annoyed Robby who would have preferred if he tossed the whole thing out as the smell of stale smoke still permeated the tight space of his car, forcing him to roll the windows down which ruined the enjoyment of his AC/DC with the loud blowing of wind that came from the speeds he reached while driving this glorious vehicle.

“Alright yeah I’m surprised you didn’t make any wise cracks about calling in the whole Scooby gang. I know you don’t play well with others Felix, but I get it this is something serious. And as a reward for your not being a pain in the ass about getting together with some other quality hunters, Laura’s already got a lead. She thinks we’re dealing with a pack of sophisticated monsters, werewolves that actually have a brain, or at least something else going through their dumb monster brains besides waning to eat ours.” Robby exclaimed as he began driving towards a location Laura sent him while turning the music down slightly so that he could exprerience the lyrical greatness while also being able to hear Felix voice his opinion on everything going on.

“Well I don’t play well with others, but Laura might be right on the money with this one. I’ve been following some leads about a cult, a werewolf cult to be exact. What do you know about something called the Maw of Fenris?” Felix inquired as he adjusted his chair & leaned back much to Robby’s annoyance who hated when people changed the position of his car seats.

“Enough, I dealt with two packs that believed in that bullshit. Fucking dogs thinking there gonna take over mankind, yeah right. Any creature that eats a cow raw isn’t going to be putting a President in the White House any time soon I’ll tell you that much. Hell I’d rather have Bush back then a monster in charge of anything and I didn’t want Bush the first or second time around, him or his standing ass daddy.” Robby shot back to Felix as they continued to cruise towards Laura & the other hunters who were awaiting their arrival.

“Hmph you’ve got quite the disdain for werewolves I see.” Felix mused his words dragging on as he didn’t have much to say about the matter.
“Shit and you don’t? This the first time you’ve said anything even remotely not offensive about any monster we’re hunting, don’t tell me you’ve got a soft spot for wolves. What a girl you was fucking got bitten by one and you let your second brain think more then your upright one or something?” Robby teased joking about Felix sleeping with monsters, a running joke they’d had between the two of them.
“As if I’d ever slang dick to any mutt, and don’t you get to talking about this shit around Laura & Kate.” Felix shot back with some minor annoyance in his voice.
“And why not? Last I checked Laura & Kate’s kitties are both being occupied unless you plan to swoop in and take them both, from two other hunters at that. You sly dog.” Robby teased back as they reached a red light.

“Enough already with the jokes, and matter fact with the tunes, let me play something, some real rock since we’re almost there.” Felix requested taking Robby’s phone and going too youtube to change the song. Typing in the letters before clicking play and setting Robby’s phone back in the phone holder. Robby raised an eyebrow and glanced to see that Felix had selected a song from Three Days Grace.

youtube.com/watch?v=xXDC89tZ4IQ

The roaring music began blasting accompanied by melodic sounds on the guitar strings and beating of drums.

“I can’t escape this hell,
So many times I’ve tried
But I’m still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare,
I can’t control myself,
So what if you can see,
The darkest side of me,
No one will ever change this animal I have become.
Help me believe it’s not the real me, somebody help me tame this animal!!!!!! This animal!!!!”

As the music blared Robby had to admit he did like the song. Before long they reached the other hunters and saw two other cars packed outside. Robby & Felix both emerged from the car & approached the others making casual chit chat before getting down to business on which Laura took the lead.

“I think I’ve got the location of the coven, it’s about a ten minute walk from here, and if it’s anything like any of the last packs we’ve dealt with it’ll be better to get the jump on them during the day time.” Laura explained as she loaded silver bullets into a Glock she had, while Kate & Roger both sharpened their silver blades, and Tom sorted through his own weapons.

Felix comically raised his hand producing a flashback to grade school when such actions were required to be called on by a teacher. “Yes Felix.” Laura replied engaging him with his act of humor causing him to smirk.

“Not to be a bother Miss Laura, but we’re all here because of a few wolves? I thought it was because of the invisible terrorists who lit those condo’s on fire. I’m sure they’ve killed more people then any wolves around the area, not that I’m not down to get rid of some monsters while there not expecting it?” Felix inquired while taking out his phone to message someone.

“Yeah well I don’t got any news about that right now or we’d be handling it. And from what I hear you and Robby were out questioning the Vics about that and didn’t come up with jack. So I figure let’s handle the devil we know and go from there. “ Laura replied back, while Roger rolled his eyes.
“Alright so to address the elephant in the room, I’ll come out with it. Felix none of us here have known you longer then two months, and your already asking WHY we’re killing monsters that we can find? Has he been tested?” Roger replied while fetching some holy water, as well as silver, & iron.
“Roger!” Kate shot back irritated with him, while he hadn’t hunted with Felix before. Everyone else in the group had, and they all knew him as a reliable hunter which was in short supply these days with all the craziness going on in the world.
“It’s fine I understand why don’ you come try me, although I get weekly tests from the doctor, I have to make sure I don’t spread anything as far why I go so often it’s because I find myself spreading things apart quite often, I understand if you can’t relate..but it’s not a competition at all.” Felix replied cheek in tongue taunting Roger causing Kate to giggle which only made Roger even more irate and caused a little surge of redness in his face.

Shortly after running the standard tests on Felix against the wishes of everyone else he came out clean. This led to him being quiet in a corner as they made their plans to get the jump on the wolf pack, with Laura deducing from her intel that there were about three wolves in the pack, and potentially one or two victims as well.

Moments later the six hunters were on the prowl, going after their prey, and hoping to save any innocents from the would be beastly supernatural predators. It was a simple task to get inside the coven’s place of residence, and they had no alarm system. Most likely due to relying on their supernatural senses they were over-confident and felt no need to rely on technology. Besides it could help them get the jump on hunters who assumed them to be sleep with no alarm system to wake them up.

All the hunter were armed and moving swiftly through the residence. One werewolf was seen sleeping on a stairwell and Felix snuck up drawing his glaive and flinging it. The blade sliced the wolf’s head clean off and it’s magical boomerang effect made it come flying back to Felix who caught it. The head dropped on the stairwell producing a light thud but for werewolves they might as well have blasted speakers at maximum volume.

“Nice job new guy.” Roger groaned as he redid his weapons for any violent wolves who’d come to avenge their fallen friend.

GROWL!!!!

A werewolf fully transformed sprung forward tackling Roger slamming him into a shelf of books, and a second one also emerged clobbering Kate slamming her into a grand piano. Laura pulled out her gun shooting at the first wolf lodging two silver bullets into it’s head, while Roger kicked the second werewolf only for the beast to dig his claws into Roger’s leg drawing blood and slamming him into a wall. Robby charged forward with a silver baton bashing the wolf in the back of the head, while Tom moved in with some silver brass knuckles landing some blows on the wolf’s face drawing blood before kicking him. The werewolf stumbled backwards and Roger leaned forward stabbing his blade through the werewolf’s heart like a shish-ka-bob as the beast had fallen back into it’s demise.

“Well well well when the chips were down, everyone nutted up and actually took care of these damn mutts.” Robby said being the first to speak, about their slightly less rhen organized team-work actually taking out the wolves.

“HELP US!!! PLEASE ANYONE! HELP!!!” A woman’s voice called out that alerted all the hunters.

“ANYONE PLEASE!!!! SAVE US!!! “A second woman calls out
“THERE’s MONSTERS!!!! PLEASE!!” A third woman cried out
“YOU GOTTA GET US OUTTA HERE HURRY! BEFORE HE COMES BACK!!!! THERE NOTHING OT HIM” A fourth voice this time it was a grown man.
“I want my mommy!” A fifth voice that of a child, a boy no older then eleven as the tone of his v voice indicated that his rocks hadn’t dropped yet.

“The Basement”. Felix announced quickly closing his eyes to focus then re-opening them. “I feel one..two…three….seven…holy shit I can feel 22 souls downstairs, human ones at tht.” Felix replied, using his psychic powers to hone in on the victims and feel out how many were locked in the basement.

“Twenty two people?!” Robby replied in shock as he gripped his silver baton with anger, while Kate, Tom, Roger, Laura & Felix also held onto their weaponry of choice. Roger rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh causing Kate to punch him in the back.
“Don’t you even dare start with that psychic crap ain’t human, we just found out how many Vics there are cause of him, and were they are, so let’s do our damn job and save everyone okay, jeez your embarrassing me today.” She shot back causing Roger to snarl as he glared in Felix’s direction then turned away.
“Hey Hey Hey! Stop you too Kate, this isn’t over yet I feel something else, it’s big and it’s to normal, we’ve got to move.” Felix snapped and began moving down the hallway waving his hands for the other hunters to follow him quickly till the found the basement door that led to the stairwell to what lied below the house they’d infiltrated.

As they reached the bottom Fellx kicked the door flinging it open only to be greeted by two women and men all transformed into werewolves growling, and there were 22 people around them tied up. “Hunters, you fools really think you will stop us.” The creature growled, it was Micky the werewolf who’d accompanied Felix in murdering the two hunter siblings a few days ago in Vegas.

“Yeah I think it’s time for you to let these people go ad now.” Laura replied taking out her gun and opening fire. Micky moved at swift speeds avoiding the silver bullets however two of them hit one of the female werewolves causing her to drop, while the other one lunged at Kate slamming her into a wall and tussling with her. Roger screamed out jumping on the wolf bashing her head into the ground. The wolf woman flung Roger back into a support beam only for Tom to run up and start landing some clean blows on the wolf with his brass knuckles allowing Roger to zoom forward and plunge his blade through the wolf’s heart.

“No….No,…”Kate cried out as she lay on the ground, blood gushing from her wounds the wolf produced by slashing his claws through her abdomen. “
“KATE!!!”! Roger yelled out seeing his girl’s condition as he rushed over to her, meanwhile Micky had been cornered by Felix who used telekinesis to fling him into a wall, and allow Robby to beat him down with his silver baton, each blow literally burning his skin.

“You fools! You think this is over! Hahaha, you think this is the only house with victims! We’ve got more locations, more humans locked up in the basements all around this city! Sacraficefs to our great lord Fenris who has returned to initiate Ragnarok & bring upon the golden age of the wolves!” Micky declared with passion in his voice only for Robby to bash him in the head twice more with his bat.
“Shut the fuck up you beast! Felix read his mind is he telling the truth about the other locations about more victims.”
“I’m trying now someone cuff him.” Felix exclaimed as Tom whipped out some silver hand-cuffs forcing them around Micky’s wrist with Robby landing a few more burning blows to restrain him as he did so.

“Enough with the questions, that mothrfucker has to die now!!!! LOOK WHAT HE DID TO KATE! SHES GONNA DIE!!!! YOU BASTARD!!!!” Roger screamed gripping his blade and running towards Micky to impale him and rid the world of his pretense. Only to be tripped up by Laura then hold down by Tom.

“Calm down! Calm down! “
“Calm down?! Your woman isn’t on the ground bleeding out with some amateur hunter trying to apply pressure to her wound!!!!! We need that ambulance here yesterday or she’s a goner!!!” Roger screamed out filled with unbridled rage at the damage the werewolf had caused Kate in her final moments before being silenced permanently.

“Wait he’s not lying they’ve been working together buying properties with basements, kidnapping people, and..and…the condo’s there connected, it’s.”
“Oh a psychic,” Micky replied before laughing only for Robby to slam the bat against his head again drawing blood.
“You wanna rethink that laughter you friggin mutt! Now we can do this the easy way or the easier way. You talk and we’ll make it quick or you force my partner here to go Professor X, and we drag it ALL out slow & painfully, and do the same for your insides, while getting all these people to safety.”

“Safety? There is no safety, there’s no one to saved. Our brothers & sisters that were sacrificed for this did so with great honor & pleasure in service of Lord Fenris. You fools have killed your last beast, and now it’s time for you to reap what you’ve sown humans.”
“This guy just loves to hear himself talk.” Tom replied ironically as he was the hunter amongst the group who’d refused to engage in any manner of bickering and matter of fact hadn’t spoken a word since they started his hunt.
“Spill the beans, what the fuck are you talking about! Are you blind, deaf, and stupid!? Everyone else is dead, we’re cutting all the ropes now, ambulance is on the way for my friend, seems like your prayers to Fenris fell on deaf ears, because he ain’t here, but we are!” Robby yelled back at the over-confident deranged werewolf.

“Oh no oh no Robby, that’s were your wrong Fenris IS here. “ Felix replied with a gasp and caused all the hunters to nearly jump out their skin turning their heads in every which way direction looking for any signs of some werewolf god.
“I told you, your psychic friend can feel him, you’re all done for. You filthy apes are going to die.”
“Shut..UP!”Robby yelled and slammed the bat against Micky’s head again producing an audible crack causing Micky to bellow out in pain. “Where is he?! Where the fuck is he?! Felix answer me hurry up! Let’s kill that son of a bitch, get the intel out of this guy & get out of here! Robby yelled before Felix began laughing sinisterly causing the other five hunters in the room to grow concerned. “Felix the hell’s wrong with you? Wha’s going on?!”

“You fucking idiots.” Felix laughed and made a hand motion using his telekinesis to snap Roger’s neck killing him. “Christ, I couldn’t wait for him to bite the dust!”

“ROGER!!!” Kate yelled out despite her gaping wound, and blood gushing from it. Tom & Robby instantly turned their attention to Felix, while Laura was still applying pressure to Kate’s wound but pointed her gun towards Felix with immense rage in her eyes. “YOU KILLED HM!!!!” Kate cried out as Felix began laughing more.

“Yes I did, because I hate that son of a bitch, I never thought it was possible to develop such intense hate for someone you’ve only known for 30 minutes, but Roger did man deserves a friggin award.” Felix replied clapping his hands then roared as he began transforming into a werewolf. However this wasn’t an average werewolf he became. Fully humanoid beast that stood at a hulking 13 feet tall. “I AM FENRIS!!!!!!” Felix yelled out in his beastly voice causing Laura to open fire indiscriminately loading several rounds into the super beast Felix transformed into before he fell to the ground with a loud bang and blood sloshing out from underneath him and the several holes she’d put in his body with her gun loaded with silver rounds.

“No….No!!! NO!!!” Robby yelled out in disbelief at Felix’s transformation followed by his death and the beaten Micky also was still laughing. Laura raised her gun to shoot at him but found her clip empty. “Damn it! Kill him too!”
“I’m on it” Tom yelled as Laura tossed the silver blade over to him, while all the people had been un-tied but seemed stuck with fear confused by the whole scenario playing out in-front of them.

The sound of blaring sirens could be heard indicating that both ambulance & police were on the way to the gruesome situation. “Felix,….was a monster…Felix,….was” Robby began to mutter shocked that the psychic hunter he’d come to befriend & trust had declared himself as the very Fenris the cult of wolves was devoted to before turning into a wolf monster and getting gunned down by Laura after using his powers to kill Roger.

“Roger….Roger…”Kate cried out only for Laura to slap her lightly.
“Enough! He’s gone, stop squirming your loosing too much blood! And Fuck Felix too, fuck all these monsters, everyone we’ve go to get out of here now!” Laura demanded trying to wrestle control of the situation away from the majority who seemed to be in utter shock at the events that had so rapidly transpired. In all her years as a hunter especially working the odd job or so with John Winchester & Bobby she’d learned to take in the unexpected as more then expected in stride.

“She’s right Robby come on” Tom said gripping the blade and going to cut off Micky’s head to silence the final wolf’s laughter. However to his shock the blade shattered into pieces when it hit Micky’s neck causing him shock.

“What the fuck…..what the fuck…”Tom yelled out in confusion backing up as Micky laughed and suddenly Felix In his beastly form rose up from the ground laughing. The hunters were all gripped with confusion Laura pulling out a silver blade with her other hand that wasn’t pressed down on Kate’s wound, while Robby gripped his baton and Tom locked his fingers tightly into his silver bras knuckles.

“Didn’t you hear my child, Ragnarok is upon us. Foolish humans, the hunters are now the hunted. Allow me to demonstrate.” Felix said smoothly spoking rapidly in latin producing a spell that caused all the hunters weapons to suddenly turn into dust.

“What the hell magic?! Since when have you been a witch?! Felix what the fuck are you?! “ Robby demanded to know from his former supposed friend while Felix only laughed.
“I told you already, I am Fenris, I am the end of hunters, I am the one who will tip the scales, make the hunters hunted!”
“No No! This has to be a trick, you killed those wolves with us! You helped us! What’s going on?!” Robby demanded now loosing his grip on reality.

Felix used his psychic powers to ebb & flow his power into the minds of the hunters. What they saw next caused them to break down. He’d used his powers to cast a powerful illusion on them back in the parking lot when they gathered their weapons & made their plan. Every “werewolf” they killed had been innocent humans drugged up and also under an illusion believing the hunters to be werewolves coming back to the house to kill them. “Do you see! I am a psychic, and a wolf! I’m both, you see that’s the problem with you hunters! You think everything is black and white, right and wronging good & bad. Your pathetic brains can’ understand something as magfnicient and complex as me. But now to open your eyes and make you realize you killed your kind slaughtered them thinking they were mine now that was amazing” Felix boasted clapping his hands together wih happiness.

“Leave me….”Kate replied weakly seeing the situation before them unfold into one of utter Chao and madness. “The authorities are outside, get these people to safety, get these people to safety!”Kate cried out as banging was heard on the door indicating that the police were there not that they’d be of any help against Felix & Micky.

“Oh please you think the cops are gonna save you from my army?” Felix announced with glee while Robby was stewing with rage simmering with unbridled hatred at his so called hunter ally who betrayed him & manipulated his mind as well as the others to slay innocent humans.
“We will save them! Even if it costs us our lives! You fucking monster! I trusted you!!!” Robby screamed and bum rushed Felx who merely slapped him sending him sprawling across the basement and crashing into a support beam.

“The only one who needs saving is you! ARISE MY CHILDREN AND FEAST!” Felix cried out and suddenly all 22 of the tied up people the freed began growling & snarling all transofrmig into werewolves while the banging on the door from the cops & paramedics outside grew louder. Laura screamed as she saw that Kate was also transforming finally noticing she’d been bitten while under the illusion.

“No…not me too no RA AHAHHAHAH” Kate screamed as she began her first transformation into a werewolf plunging her claws into Laura’s neck ripping through her flesh and tackling her before digging her fangs into her chest to start devouring the insides of her former hunter friend. Tom was surrounded and tried to scream out as h was tackled by wolves who began devouring him same as Robby.

Upstairs the cops burst through the front door accompanied by paramedics only to be greeted by hungry ravenous werewolves who came froward lunging forward tearing them apart & feasting on the unprepared cops & paramedics devouring them. Felix could only laugh at the bloody massacre he’d concocted leading the hunters into a trap before unleashing his psychic power on the surrounding area wiping the minds of the neighbors and anyone else outside. He influenced them to all stay within their home and ignore the sounds of the blaring sirens coming from the now empty ambulance & police cars. The occupants of which were now being devoured by werewolves inside the house Felix led the hunters into.

“No….No..” Robby crawled weakly towards his friend bleeding and wounded. Felix marched over to him stepping on his phone and Robby’s right hand crushing both simultaneously.
“Yes YEs and oooh yes, good bye old friend, hello dinner. You should of listened back in the car, nobody can save me from this animal I have become.” Felix declared monstrously before swooping in to devour Robby’s insides for himself, personally eating the heart & insides ou of his former friend & ally. With his psychic powers spreading through the neighborhood keeping everyone else at bay, this scene of carnage would be discovered merely an hour later by reinforcements only to find their fellow officers & paramedics with their insides eaten apart, a total of 9 dead cops and 8 dead paramedics, not to mention the bodies of four hunters all with their insides eaten out. With Felix, Micky & the other wolves all gone without a trace, unlike the incident in Vegas this one was being blasted across all the news.

Los Angeles, California Headline - 17 Emergency Personnel found dead with their insides ripped out including 9 cops and 8 paramedics, 26 total dead including nine other civilians also found fallen victim to this brutal attack.

OOC NOTE - The nine civilian found dead are the five normal humans the hunters killed under Felix’s psychic illusion & the four hunters Robby, Laura, Tom & Roger. Kate’s not included as she was turned into a werewolf who participated in eating everyone & Felix was already a monster. Also even though Robby & the hunters killed those five humans with weapons under the illusion, Felix had the wolves eat there freshly dead hearts & internal organs as well.

It took Dean nearly an hour of driving to finally confront Sam about the demon blood issue. He took a deep breath, the silence becoming too much as the only sound in the car was the faint sound of the radio, and the odd text tone from Sam’s phone, when Annabeth texted him. Tightening his grip on the steering wheel, Dean glanced over at Sam.

“Do you have anything you wanna tell me? And don’t…say nothing. An angel had to tell me that the little lady that just so happened to show back up into your life after nearly fifteen years…is drinking demon blood? And she shows up with a pet demon, who everyone is just super smitten with. C’mon Sam.”, Dean started, way more aggressively than he would originally had planned, “What do you know about her, since she’s been away? You knew her for what…a day?”



A little over an hour into the drive, Cason pulled up to what appeared to be a road block, and he frowned. There were cop cars blocking the road, and no formal signage or any sort of tint as to what they were checking for. As he pulled up to the blockage, an officer turned toward the car and smirked, stepping up to the driver’s window.

“Is there a problem officer?”, Cason asked as he rolled the window down carefully, only enough that the officer could speak to him, if he wanted to. The officer smirked and tapped on the window one more time.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. Um…the girl too.”, he spoke clearly, leaning down to peer over at Esme, asleep against her window. Cason turned his head toward Esme, and frowned, turning back to the cop with the same frown.

“We’re kind of in a hurry. So, if you don’t mind.”

“I’m only going to ask one more time, traitor.”, the Cop’s words trailed off into a sneer and his eyes flicked to black as he pulled the door open and grabbed Cason by his collar, dragging him out of the car and onto the pavement. Another officer walked around to Esme’s side, and did the same, pulling her against his chest.

“Don’t hurt her! Don’t hurt her…”, Cason called out as he was wrenched to his feet and quickly handcuffed, “Just…do whatever you feel you need to, to me. But don’t hurt her. Dean Winchester! He’ll come for her…”

“Well isn’t that just an interesting twist. A failed traitor and the teeny tiny blonde sidekick that just happens to be Dean Winchester’s…girlfriend?”, the Cop took a deep breath of air through his nose and raised his eyes toward the sky, “It’s a good day, boys.”

Esme disappeared from Cason’s vision as a cloth bag was quickly thrust over his head, and he was pulled roughly toward one of the police cars, barely able to keep up with the quick steps as he stumbled.



Not long after the kids left, Bobby’s phone buzzed and he picked it up. Reading through the odd text message from Ellen, he furrowed his brow and scooted back in his chair, grabbing a fresh bottle of scotch from the shelf behind him. Leaning back to the desk, he called her immediately, holding the phone up to his ear and poured a small glass of Scotch.

When he heard the other side of the phone pick up, he sighed, “Okay. You wanna run all that by me again, in English this time? And tell me what the hell you want me to do about it? I just had a house full of hunters. Your timing is impeccable, darlin’.”

"Look that's one of them." Leon was examining footage of the carnage that unfolded in LA after Felix had the wolves devour Robby, the hunters, cops & paramedics called to the scene. He recognized Laura as one of the contacts in the last hunter's phone he had him and his people torture then kill. He was no closer to his search for the winchesters, but he'd dug up intel about them all around.

He wanted to exact vengeance no matter what, and the sons of John Winchester would pay for taking his wife Amy away from him. "Hey you Leon" A female voice called out to him that sounded oddly familar, it brought his mind to a warm place. One which he'd long since forsaken ever having any hope of returning too. He spun around quickly to spot a woman who was almost the splitting image of Amy Terrance, and a near formed in his eye.

"Amy is that you?" Leon nearly lost his breath spotting the woman with a newport inbetween her lips smoldering before she flicked what remained of it to the grounds and ashed it under her boot.

"I wish, although I guess not anymore. But that wasn't the case for most of my life, honestly Leon you really don't remmeber me? I mean I've got her damn looks and I'm still forgettable aye." The woman retorted in an accent that Leon recognized and upon brushing his hand against hers he had a flashback. A Literal one, memories from the past came pouring into him. This had started happenning recently and he thought it was a sign of severe mental illness. Perhaps an onset of early dementia or something more sinister like finding out he was a late bloomer for being schizo-affective. It wouldn't be the first instance in his life to drive him deeper into madness & despair.

In reality what was going on was the "talents" of the demon blood coursing through his veins were starting to manifest. In the form of psychometry, meaning he could glimpse images & vision of the history of things he touched both living & non-living meaning people & objects. Making contact with the splitting image of his dead wife jogged his memory and not in the miracolous way he hoped when he'd first spotted her smoking what he recalled to be Amy's favorite cigarette. "You...her twin sister Marie."

"Ding Ding Ding," Marie replied candidly and clapped her hands almost in a mocking manner. That's before she slung one hand over Leon's shoulder only for the angsty agent to brush her off rudely.

"Get the hell off of me, your still doing this after all these damn years! I wanted her NOT you, you always talked about why your mum loved her more, maybe it's because she was her own person, you know picked up books instead of boys, made money with her brain instead of her body, need I go on." Leon was ruthless with each word he spoke, as the memories he had of Amy's jeleous twin sister weren't the best.

"Oh what's that saying? Sticks and stones can break your bones, but real pain is seeing me instead of Amy of who your so fond." Marie teased the agent once again fueling his boiling rage. He was a walking bomb ready to explode at any minute with the slightest trigger.

"What the fuck do you want!!!!" Leon's voice raised higher and he pushed Marie violently causing her to nearly hit the ground. Some people nearby on the side-walk who were minding their own business gasped audibly and took notice of the scene. From an outsiders perspective they saw a strong man pushing around a weaker woman, yelling at her in a public place whilst she only used calm words in return.

"Hey man maybe you should keep your hands off her." One of the male strangers finally had the courage to approach, only for Leon to punch the man so hard he fell to the ground. "HEY!!!!! BROTHER!!!!" The Strangers brother charged at Leon with a knife only for him to kick the brother so hard he fell into the street colliding with a speeding car. The sound of a sickening crunch & crack of bones was heard as the brother was sent flying into the street in the path of a zooming car. The first brother who got hit screamed out upon seeing the gruesome scene and Leon looked left & right seeing the scene un-folding was one of pure and utter chaos that could led to him getting arrested.

As the driver from the car emrged in shock a bullet was suddenly lodged in the driver's head, blood spraying upwards as the driver fell to the ground dead. The passenger in the driver's car a woman began screaming as a bullet lodged into her brain as well. Leon pulled out his gun and took cover as more bullets went flying hitting the two brothers and three other folks on the sidewalk all head-shots. Then the vrooming of an engine Leon gripped his own gun and turned the corner finger on the trigger only to see none other then Marie on a motorcycle holding a gun.

"What you made a mess, I don't have time for you to get arrested cause of your attitude. Now if you don't want to end up in prison in connection with this accident & shooting? Why don't you hop on the back Leon? Contrary to popular belief I didn't come here JUST to antagonize you, I want to avenge my sister, sorry I don't have much patience to wait for this scene to unfold." Marie replied once again revving the engine and slipping on a motorcycle helmet. Leon looked around then hopped on the back of the cycle and Marie smirked beneath the helmet and started up the engine. She reached for and handed Leon a helmet of his own as she pulled off, and her eyes flashed black indicating that she was possessed as they pulled off from the gruesome scene.

Esme slept peacefully during the drive. She didn’t twitch or talk in her sleep like she had been the last few times she had slept. The most she did was nuzzle into the jacket she was using as her pillow in her sleep. She was unaware of Cason stopping at the roadblock they had come upon, but started to wake at the sound of an unfamiliar voice talking to Cason. By the time Cason said they were in a hurry, she was coming more out of her sleep, but was still groggy and only caught the word traitor from whoever Cason was talking to. Lifting her head from the jacket, it fell into her lap as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. She didn’t have time to react as an officer pulled Cason from the driver's seat, then her door opened and another officer reached in and grabbed her. “What the…… Let me go!” she yelled groggily as he pulled her out and held her against his chest with a laugh. In her groggy state, she didn’t have time to fight back, only flinch and tense up at the touch.

She closed her eyes tight and shook her head to shake away the grogginess just as she heard Cason tell them not to hurt her, do what they wanted to him, and that Dean would come for her. Esme closed her eyes tighter for a moment. Hearing the words from the officer, she opened her eyes and sighed inwardly as she struggled to get out of his grip, but he only held her tighter against his chest and laughed. “Struggling is pointless, Blondie.” he hissed in her ear, which caused her to tense more and another laugh to come from him. “Shut up!” she snapped. As she continued to struggle, she watched as the other officer put a bag over Cason’s head and pulled him towards one of the police cars nearby. Her eyes lifted from Cason to the officer dragging him to the police car, that’s when she noticed his eyes were black and she clenched her fits.

Esme looked around, noticing there were a few others around, and clenched her teeth. They’re all demons. How do I get myself into these messes? she thought to herself as she felt a pit in her stomach. She tried to reach for the knife on her hip, but couldn’t reach it with the way he had her arms pinned at her sides. She couldn’t throw her head back and bust his mouth with her head, because he was much taller than her. Her eyes drifted to her car as she was still struggling against the demon's hold on her then that’s when she saw it. When he pulled her from the car, the leather jacket had fallen from her lap and onto the pavement. She instantly saw red as she stared at the jacket laying on the pavement. “You son of a……..” she said in almost a growl as she trailed off as the last word got caught in her throat from her emotions rising. A fire now burned within her eyes and her body was heating up from the anger quickly building up from within her.

The heat soon radiated from her body and started to burn the demon that was holding her. The demon hissed from the pain, but kept his grip tight on Esme as he looked over at the demon that had Cason. “I think this chick is the one they’re calling the nuke.” he told the other with another hiss of pain. “What, she can’t be?!” the other said in surprise as he stopped and turned to look at Esme, then the demon holding her. He could see the flesh on the demon's face and hands burning, causing his eyes to go wide. “Do something before she blows!” he yelled. As soon as the demon’s grip loosened to do something, she spun in his grip, broke her arms free, and reached up, placing her hands on the demon’s face. He howled in pain as her hands seared the flesh on his face and he let her go to grab her wrists, only to have his hands burned once he touched her skin.

Tightening her grip, she pulled his face down and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach and then the face. She spun back around, her eyes landed on the leather jacket again and she rushed towards it. As Esme went for the leather jacket, she could feel the panic raising in the demon’s. Scooping the leather jacket off the ground, she drew her gun with her free hand, released the safety and held it over the top of her car, pointing at the demon that had Cason as she placed the leather jacket over the back of the seat. “Release him or I’ll nuke you all.” she said in a voice and tone that didn’t sound like her at all. At the moment, Esme had control, but she could slowly feel it rising as she stared down the demon that had Cason and wasn’t sure if she could hold it long. The demon looked back at her with a smirk and yanked Cason up and closer to him, as if trying to use him as a shield to keep her from shooting him. “If you do that, you risk nuking him too.” he retorted, gesturing to Cason.

She narrowed her eyes at the demon, keeping her gun pointed at him as she gave her own little smirk. “How do you know I can’t be selective about who gets nuked?” At her words, she saw his eyes widen a bit and then clench his jaw before a smirk came to his face again. The next thing Esme knew, a demon grabbed her by the hair and they bashed her head twice against the car. A groan escaped her lips as they threw her to the ground. When she turned her head to the demon and tried to get up, he punched her in the jaw, knocking her out cold. Her body collapsed to the pavement with an audible thud. “Damn, she’s a fiery one.” the demon said, holding his now sizzling hand. Using his good hand, he grabbed Esme by the collar of her jacket and hoisted her up, then carefully tested her skin, finding it was now cool to the touch. He then lifted her and threw her over his shoulder and carried her to a police car and tossed her unconscious form in it as the other demon forced Cason into his police car with a smirk.

SAM WINCHESTER

The first hour of the drive was painfully silent. He hated that Dean was clearly taking his time to figure out exactly how to say what was on his mind and he quite frankly just wished Dean would get it out because he couldn't take the silence anymore. Not even researching the town on his phone or the odd text from Annabeth was doing any good to distract his mind. So when Dean's voicve did eventually break the silence of the car he wasn't sure if he was relieved or wanting to wince at the words that came out of his brother's mouth, maybe a bit of both if he really thought about it.

"Okay yeah, she had drunk a hell of a lot of demon blood, but by doing so she got free of Alistair's grip." he started replying witha sigh as the aggressive tone became more and more evident in Dean's tone. "Yeah I knew her for a day all those years ago but so what? Anna's situation is....complicated. Yeah she showed up with Cason but don't forget she showed with him to Nat's hotel, not mine initially. I highly doubt everyone is smitten with him either, but sure, what I know is that Cason was the one who saved her from the forest fifteen years ago, or took her..whatever way you wanna look at it. He's protected her all this time from Alistair and every other black eyed demon." He said as much as he could remember that they spoke about.

"She's trustworthy Dean that's all you need to worry about. She's also clean now, the time locked in the basement cleansed her of what demon blood she had in her system" he added. "I'm basically asking you to trust my instincts when it comes to Anna, please" he finished saying, hoping a full blown argument wouldn't ensue but he knew his brother well enough to always know it was a possibility Dean would not let it drop.

It was then when he heard the familiar sound of Natalia's car speed up from behind and so turning to look behind him out the rear window, he saw her car speed passed, music blasting, her acting a fool and then proceeding to flip them off with her middle finger. A distraction he very much welcomed and made him smirk, covering his mouth his fist where he tried to not laugh. "oh Nat...please don't ever change" he thought to himself, as she slowed back down after being in front of them.

MIKA CHAMBERS

During the first hour of the drive, Mika was aware of Annabeth and Sam clearly texting each other and in a way she was glad they were as it meant the situation in the other impala wasn't so destructive so far. Everyone now and then she asked Annabeth to ask Sam if things were okay as she watched the road ahead of her and Dean's car like a hawk. Every now and then her fingers readjusted their grip on her steering wheel out of nerves as she hated the brothers arguing or fighting.

Yet even she didn't need texts coming through to Annabeth to know when the boys did actually start talking as she could see it in Sam's body language as he spoke back to Dean, his head turning to face his brother every time he went to speak, seeing the all too familiar hand waving gesture Sam always made when trying to defend what he was saying and his opinion.

Yet when Natalia broke up the tension by doing what she did, passing them and then the boys she couldn't help but laugh at what the youngest Winchester was doing. "I swear Nat gets away with so much more than the rest of us would get away with" she commented to Annabeth as she then one handedly grabbed a soda bottle to get a drink.

Rosalie sat at a tabling within the Bunker she had taken up residence in, a laptop sat in front of her, and many books lay scattered across the table's surface. With the information she had, she had been pouring herself over books filled with lore, and even going over articles repeatedly to see if she could find out any more information or find something she had missed. After some time, she pushed the computer away from her, rested her elbows on the table, and placed her chin between the palms of her hands, and rubbed her temples with her fingers as she closed her eyes with a loud sigh. She was growing frustrated as she ran into dead ends or things that made little sense or just didn’t add up. After a while, she ran her hands down her face, pushed her chair back, stood, then heading into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she went to the liquor cabinet and opened it, then pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch and closing the cabinet door.

She carried both back to the table she had been sitting at and sat down the glass and bottle before sitting down in the chair. Rosalie then picked up the bottle and poured herself a decent glass of the scotch after opening the bottle. Setting the bottle down, she picked up her glass and leaned back in her chair as she took a drink and went over things in her mind. As she sat there thinking and drinking her scotch, she started just over her computer at a Haladie that rested on a stand on a shelf just across the room. An email notification pulled her attention to the computer screen. Switching her drink to her other hand, she pulled the computer closer and opened up her mail, her eyebrows raising a little at who the email was from as she took another drink of her scotch. She then opened the email and read it. As she read its contents, her right hand slowly made its way up to rest under her chin as she placed her elbow on the table.

The email contained all the missing information she needed from the killings and missing people and information on the events that weren’t publicized. The numbers of the missing and dead were absolutely staggering, and the way they found the bodies, she had no words to describe how she felt about it. Rosalie gripped her glass as she continued to read the contents of the email that she received. If she wasn’t used to this sort of thing, her head would be spinning at all the information she was getting from the email. The more she read, the more a thought hit her she didn’t want to think about because it couldn’t be possible. After she finished reading the email, the thought that had kept in her mind remained. The hand under her chin dropped to the table, slapping it. “It couldn’t possibly be……… That’s impossible.” she whispered even though she was alone. “He’s been dead for years……. We burned his body.”

Everything she had read and heard sounded just like what he wanted to do all those years ago. Rosalie took a drink of her scotch as she went over it more in her mind, then the answer hit her like a ton of bricks. She drank the last of the scotch in her glass, then slammed the glass down on the table. “A tether.” she almost yelled into the room. “He found an item to tether himself to before we killed him.” She couldn’t bring herself to say his name aloud, just the thought of it really being him put a pit in her stomach. If he really was back, it meant that he had possessed someone or something to accomplish everything going on. It also meant it would be ten times harder to stop him this time around, especially with the arm he was building. She was going to have to find him and stop him once again, and destroy the item he had tethered himself to. It sounded like an impossible task, but she had to do it no matter how impossible it seemed.

Dean raised his eyebrows as Sam began to speak, almost surprised by how easily Sam defended Anna, especially when it came to the demon blood. He had never heard about Cason saving Anna from the woods, after she had run out on them back at the cabin. He turned his gaze from Sam’s and stared out through the windshield, trying to wrap his head around why a demon would save Anna, especially back then, when she was just a scrawny little girl, looking for a running partner.

“All this time. Cason’s been with her this whole time?”, Dean asked as he rolled the words over in his head, trying to make sense of them. As Sam finished explaining himself, Dean sighed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He was still bothered by what Castiel said. It was as if Anna was doing something that Sam knew better to facilitate, not some fluke.

“Well she’s your problem. If she screws up and goes dark side, that’s on you. I’ll load the gun.”, Dean muttered with another sigh. He turned his head to Sam, “And I know she’s terrified of me. She seems like a sweet girl, but man, she’s not all human. Not completely.”

Dean glanced up at the mirror and narrowed his eyes as he heard Nat’s engine roar a bit louder. He glanced out the window, following her up the side of the car as she passed them and leaned over to flip her off right back with a smirk, “I swear she has super human hearing. And way, way too much energy.”, Dean scoffed, and tapped his hand nervously against the steering wheel with a smirk.



Anna looked down at her phone and tapped it on her knee nervously as Sam’s text back was delayed. She glanced up through the windshield and noticed that she could see his hands rising with open palms and falling as he spoke with Dean. She sighed and simply watched his movements, and body language, realizing that Dean was likely asking about the situation with the demon blood.

As if Dean didn’t hate her enough, now he had a reason. She was not only a non-related psychic for him to look at like a freak, when he didn’t feel like he was allowed to with his own brother, but now she had drank demon blood, and come straight back to the house with the rest of them. Anna stared down at her phone and flipped it around in her lap, worried about what Sam was being forced to defend.

However, when Nat raced around Dean’s car, and ended up in front of him for a moment, she noticed that Dean flipped her off and seemed a lot quieter, which caused her to sigh. She giggled quietly at Mika’s words and shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know. You get away with quite a bit, being the girlfriend and all.”

She tapped Sam’s name on her phone and typed out a short message.
”Are you okay? I get nervous when you talk with your hands <3”



Cason listened to what was going on around him, and he tried to listen for Esme’s voice specifically, to make sure she was okay. His mind feared the worst, every time she went quiet, even though he could hear the demons talking to her. However, when the demon hissed and began talking about Esme’s demon nuke powers, Cason’s eyes widened behind the bag, “You might want to let her go. He’s not kidding. He’s not kidding, she’ll kill us all.”

They didn’t seem to listen to him, as the demon holding him just held him tighter trying to figure out what to do with Esme in her current state. The cry of pain shook him to his core, as he realized Esme was hurting someone with her bare hands, a show of being able to control her powers a bit better than she had the first time they manifested in front of Cason.

At Esme’s threat of nuking the entire group, Cason smirked menacingly behind the bag over his head, also taking in the fact that Esme was now defending him. His hope was short lived, when he heard a gross impact of Esme’s head hitting the side of the car. He flinched heavily, and called out to her, “Esme?! I told you not to hurt her! You son of a bitch! I’ll kill all of you!”

As he screamed at them, the demon holding him drug him kicking and screaming toward his car, and shoved him in the backseat, slamming the door. Cason took a deep breath, trying his hardest to vanish from the back seat and out of the car, but he couldn’t. He could only assume there was a devils trap painted somewhere around him that kept his powers from working.

The drive wasn’t long, and before Cason was removed from the car, the demon holding him hostage beat him until he was unconscious, bloodying his nose and eyebrow in the process. As Cason woke up, he was tied to a chair, his arms and legs tied painfully with something that burned. He could smell his skin sizzling as he attempted to struggle against the ropes.

Suddenly the bag was ripped from his head, and his breath caught in his throat, as he stared across at Esme. His own injuries were nothing in his mind, but the bruise that had formed on Esme’s face was something different, and it hit him in the rage center of his brain.

“What the hell do you want?! What ever it is, she has nothing to do with it. You can let her go!”, He called out to the demon that was now circling him with what looked like an iron knife. The man was wearing thick leather gloves, and held a steel thermos in the other hand as he circled Cason like a zoo animal, “Let her go. You can have any piece of me you want. Just don’t hurt the girl.”

“Nah. See? This reaction from you? It’s the exact reason why my friend is definitely…going to hurt…your little love.”, the demon sneered, tossing a splash of holy water into Cason’s face. Cason cried out in pain as the holy water hit his eyes and he lowered his head, growling and groaning, “Besides, she’s a lot easier to hurt with our fun little tools than you are. Might be fun to see how long a human can last under intense interrogation. She’s WORTHLESS! Just like the worthless piece of traitor scum that she’s following straight to Hell.”

“If you’re talking about Anna. She’s with a Winchester, now. What do you expect me to do?!”, Cason practically pleaded with the man as the other demon in the room stepped up close to Esme.

“Kill him? Do what you were asked to do? You defected! You decided you loved the humans! They’re just meat sacks. Did you learn nothing from the teachings of Lucifer? All that time in Hell and you learned NOTHING!”, the man screamed, punching Cason in the jaw with a loud crack.

Esme remained unconscious the entire way to wherever the demons were taking them and when they drug her from the car. When she came to, her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. She was aware they had bound her wrists to the arms of the chair she sat in, as well as her ankles to the legs of it, and they had stripped her of her jacket. As she tried to clear her vision, she felt the rage rise in Cason as she lifted her head from her shoulder and shook the hair from her face. Blinking the blurriness from her vision, her eyes landed on Cason and the state he was in and the rage he felt. Her eyes then shifted to the demon wearing thick leather gloves, then to the iron knife and steel thermos he held as he circled Cason. She listened as Cason told them to let her go, but she knew it wouldn’t happen even before the demon spoke. He was going to use her to get to Cason.

When Cason cried out from having the holy water thrown in his face, Esme gripped the arms of the chair as she felt his pain go through her. She listened as the demon continued to speak to Cason about how she was easier to hurt than him with their tools, clearly showing they were going to enjoy torturing her in front of him. She had to smirk a bit at his statement of seeing how long she could last under intense interrogation. The words were being used to get under Cason’s skin, and it seemed to be working. At the mention of Anna, Esme looked back at Cason as she struggled against her bindings, but they were too tight to break from. It was then she noticed they had taken liberties with the v-neck t-shirt she was wearing. They had ripped it, so more skin was accessible when torturing her.

When the other demon stepped up close, she gripped the chair once again, reading herself for what he might do first. Esme still listened as the first demon spoke as if scolding Cason for not being like he was before punching him in the jaw, causing her to wince from the loud crack. It was then she heard the demon next to her chuckle before he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back to look up at him standing behind her. A slight gasp left her at the action as she narrowed her eyes and glared at the demon, only to have him grin back at the hatred she showed him. “Glare all you want, Blondie. It doesn’t hurt me any, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead.” he chuckled. Lifting his left hand, he showed her the large knife he held within it, a larger grin now coming to his face before he pressed it flat against the unbruised side of her face.

Moving the blade slowly, he let the smooth metal glide across Esme’s cheek and to her lips, where he let it linger a moment before purposely cutting her bottom lip with the tip of the blade. She neither flinched nor made a sound as he cut her lip, but continued to stare and glare at the demon. He seemed disappointed by her lack of reaction but pleased that he had drawn blood from her. He then pressed the blade flat against her skin again, starting at the corner of her mouth and gliding it down her chin and then down her neck to her collarbone, just barely letting the tip of the blade graze her skin. “Just what do you think you’ll get out of me by torturing me?” she asked in a hateful tone, as he ran the blade along her collarbone. A menacing grin made its way to the demon’s face at her words, as he slid the blade down to just above her breasts, lingering a moment to watch her face.

When he received no reaction, he pressed the tip of the blade into her skin, then a little harder to puncture it, then drug it across her skin in a small cut. She held her breath as the blade cut her, then watched him as he leaned down and placed his lips close to her ear. “A scream, Blondie. So I can watch that traitor scum squirm because he can’t save you.” he hissed in her ear. Esme clenched her teeth as he hissed in her ear and glared at him. “Getting a scream from me won’t be that easy.” she said in almost a growl. “We shall see.” he retorted with a chuckle as he pulled his lips away from her ear. As he stood over her, he brought the blade back up and stopped under her collarbone, tilting it so she could feel the sharpness of the blade against her skin. Then he pressed hard down on the blade and dragged it slowly across her chest, watching her as she held her breath and gripped the arms of the chair, and gritting her teeth to keep from crying out.

Esme was determined not to give the demon the satisfaction of a scream leaving her lips as he cut her. Yes, it hurt like hell with how deep and slow he was cutting, but she was going to hold back her screams. It was clear the demon could see that he wasn’t getting a scream out of her. Lifting the blade, he chose a new spot on her chest and cut deeper and slower this time, watching her as she did the same actions from the last cut he made and never took her eyes off him. “You really think this is going to get you your scream?” she breathed. “Maybe not, but I have other methods for getting you to scream.” he said with a laugh in his tone. Lifting the blade once more from her flesh, he moved it up and placed the tip of the blade against her shoulder, and adjusted his grip on the handle. She knew what was coming even before it happened.

Esme took a deep breath just before the demon pushed the blade into her shoulder, then brought it back and plunged it into her left shoulder up to the handle. There was no stopping the gasp that escaped her lips from the pain that shot through her shoulder. The demon finally let go of her hair and then let the knife go as her head dropped forward as she swallowed her cry of pain and gritted her teeth as she closed her eyes, her breathing now labored. Lifting her head back up, she took in a breath that was followed by a small groan. “Mmm, looks like I’m going to have to switch to something new.” he said almost happily. He then took hold of the handle of the knife and gave it a good twist, a new grin coming to his face as she gasped from the pain but still didn’t scream for him.

SAM WINCHESTER

"From what I've gathered, yeah, he has. From what she's told me, or at least hinted toward they were a thing for a long while. FInding out he was a demon I'm guessing is what broke it off, Dean I don't think she fully understands what she is and what she was capable of and whatever Alistair made her do or told her is no doubt a massive shock to the girl." Sam replied, trying to find a reasonable explanation for everything that Dean was no doubt thinking in his head about the information he was being told.

Hearing his brother call Annabeth his problem and how Dean would gladly load the gun and kill her if she so much as goes 'darkside' as he so eloquently put it made him grit his teeth and lips tightly together, reluctantly nodding his understanding and agreement. It also hurt a little bit when he called Annabeth not all human as it was only a couple of years ago when people were calling him not entirely human, with Dean trying to defend him until his last breath that Sam was of no threat. So it felt incredibly hypocritcal of his brother to say such things, but then he knew how hypocritical Dean could be when he got into his stubborn angry moods like now.

Natalia's distracting moment brought great relief to him as it seemed to even bring a smile and chuckle to Dean, seeing his brother and sister flipping each other off as Nat passed by and drove ahead of them made him actually snigger. "It's Nat, that girl is an enigma sometimes but she sure does know how to make us smile and laugh." he replied back, agreeing with his brother somewhat. "just wish she'd open up about her time in that damn asylum to us ya know?" he added with a sigh, when his phone buzzed with another text from Annabeth.

Opening it up he read it and typed out a reply to try and reassure her and in turn Mika that things were okay in the car.
"I'm okay, things are alright I promise. How are things in Mika's car?"

He then clicked send and placed his phone on his lap once more and looked ahead at the back end of his sister's car. His mind starting to think back to when they found her trying to escape the hallway that her room was in, woozy and wobbly from whatever night time drugs they pumped into her to try and knock her out for the night. She really did look a sorry state in her grey tracksuit and sneakers, hair down and eyes glazed over. That first look at her, he never saw the elements of their father in her, finding it was only when she sobered up and a lot more alert that he began seeing the resemblance, but refused to believe it until she showed them a photograph of her with John.

Snapping out of his memory, he forced himself to think about the case they were etching closer to, anxiety filling his mind as he worried if they could even stop this seal from breaking.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Annabeth's reply to her comment about Natalia made her smirk and chuckle slightly. "You'd be surprised. Yeah I get away with quite a bit but Dean is highly protective of me" she told her, glancing over with a smile on her face. "I know that may be hard to believe for you at the moment, but he does have a softer side, even if he doesn't show it very often. There's been plenty of times in the past where he's sided with Bobby trying to convicne me to not do something, not that it ever really works" she smirked.

She watched her text Sam out the corner of her eye, whilst also focusing on the road ahead, making sure to not be too close to Dean's impala but close enough so they didn't get separated on the road. Hearing the girl's phone buzz again, she knew Sam had replied once more. Letting go of the steering wheel with one hand, she grabbed the water bottle she always made sure was kept beside her for easy reach and balancing it on the wheel, she unscrewed the lid and took a swig, thankful for the drink.

"By the way, help yourself behind you from the cooler if you want anything" she offered to Annabeth, before deciding to put the radio on for a bit of music and background noise, and unlike Natalia, she didn't have it blasting out at almost top volume.

Dean pulled the Impala into a parking space outside of a motel near the town Castiel had sent them to hopefully save. He put the car in park and quickly stepped out, shoving a piece of candy in his mouth that he had snagged from a grab and go at the local gas station. He casually walked over to Mika’s car and opened her door as soon as she was parked, “So, I figure we get to our motel rooms, unload all our crap and then decide the split for interrogation? We need to work fast and get this done, but we have to be smart about it.”

He pulled out a piece of paper he had written some info on that Bobby had called he and Sam about, and turned it so that Mika could see it, “Guy chokes on razorblades in a sealed bucket of candy. Kinda hard to explain, and sounds like witchcraft to me. Or…”

He pulled out one more piece of paper, “Demon omens, all surrounding one building…the high school. I don’t know if they would outright hit us with a full force or not, but if they’re protecting the seal, there’s no telling what’s inside.”



Annabeth leaned over as Dean opened Mika’s door, and stared between the two pieces of paper. She sighed, and raised her hand, “Is there an option three?”

Dean shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, “Alright. So, they really are bringing out all the big guns for this one seal. Great. Do we have any angels on our side?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t really know how all this angel stuff works, but we do have a demon, and a demon nuke. Where are they, anyway?”



Cason lifted his head, his eyes glazed over in black as the blood poured from his mouth and onto his lap. He laughed wildly, his jaw bone already cracking back into place from the heavy punch, “You’ve obviously never met a Winchester. And oh god, what until they see what you’re trying to do here.”

His eyes raised to stare over at Esme as the demon near her began working on her, to get to him. He watched her hold her own, stifling his own reaction as his arms worked at the ropes that tied him down. As the first blood was drawn from Esme’s lip, Cason flinched, inhaling a breath through his nose, as the demon working on him stepped up and grabbed his jaw roughly, holding his face steady toward Esme.

The second cut against her chest caused Cason to flinch, “Don’t hurt her. She literally has nothing to do with any of this..”

“Oh but she does. See, you’ve grown soft, with the Winchesters. You met this sweet little thing, and because of one tiny bout of helping you keep your PET alive, you’re obsessed with her care. Its deeper than that, isn’t it?”, the demon sneered at him, glancing up to see his partner cut Esme once again. Cason tensed and shook his head.

“No. No, she’s just. You’ve seen her powers. She’s…”

“She’s your PET! Like last time we had to go through this. I don’t want to keep doing this, son, killing humans, trying to teach you a lesson. That’s why we’re gonna do this slow. You’re gonna watch, and then you’re going to go downstairs and explain yourself. Maybe when you come back, you’ll take the hint and kill…that…girl.”, the demon sneered, wincing himself as his partner drove the knife into Esme’s shoulder, and Cason nearly rocked his chair completely forward.

He growled, “Just send me back! Stop! She doesn’t have to die…She doesn’t have to…”

The demon behind him pulled his head back by his hair and threw an entire shot glass of holy water down his throat, causing him to cry out, choking and coughing as the steam sizzled up from his throat.

“Continue.”, the demon muttered, shoving Cason’s head forward as he choked. The demon working Esme over nodded, and thumped the tip of his finger against the knife embedded in her shoulder, with a chuckle.

"C'mon. Give us a good yelp.", he cooed at her, taking the knife between two of his fingers and wiggling it in her skin, as he opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting her reaction.

Cason recovered a bit, spitting a mixture of blood and water onto the ground in front of him as he growled. The demon wiggled the knife a little harder, and Cason pressed his eyes closed, turning his head to the side.

Esme heard little of the conversation going on between Cason and the other demon. The demon working her over had her full attention, but she heard the comment about her being a pet just before the knife was driven into her shoulder. “I’m no one's pet.” she whispered as Cason spoke, then had the holy water thrown down his throat. She lifted her gaze more, wincing as Cason cried out in pain. She looked at him as he choked and coughed, then at the demon at his side as he gave the word to continue. Before she could look back at the demon working her over, he thumped the handle of the knife in her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she groaned in pain as the knife went deeper into her shoulder. At the demon’s next words, she gritted her teeth and had a retort ready, but he took the knife and wiggled it before she could get the words out. The action caused a small whimper to escape her.

When the demon wiggled the knife again, Esme closed her eyes tighter as a growl like sound escaped her through gritted teeth instead of a groan. Her fingernails dug into the arm of the chair from the searing pain in her shoulder. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at the demon, her blue eyes burning with hatred for the man. “As I said….. It won’t be easy…… Getting me to scream.” she breathed with a small laugh. Little did the demon know, this wasn’t the first time she had been taken, held captive, and tortured. So far, what he had done hadn’t come close to what she had endured during that torture session. The demon smirked at her words, as if accepting the challenge once again, then brought his face to eye level, watching as her eyes followed him. The hate burning in her eyes driving him on to complete the challenge she had given him.

The demon then leaned in, putting his lips close to her ear to whisper to her once again. “I’ll get you to scream, Blondie. I’ll get one from you one way or another.” he cooed softly. Esme tried to calm her breathing as the demon spoke in her ear and watched him as he pulled away. As he pulled away, she readied herself by pulling her head back away from his. As soon as she saw his face, she brought her head forward, smashing it into his face with as much force as she could. His howl of pain caused a smirk to appear on her face. She watched him stagger backwards as he held his now bleeding nose with his right hand. “You little bitch!” he hissed as he balled his left fist. Drawing back his fist, he swung it towards Esme and it connected with her bruised right cheek, forcing her head to the side as a growl like groan escaped her lips followed by a moan from the pain shooting through that side of her face. She knew the force of the punch did some damage.

The demon stepped forward and to Esme’s side, then took her by the hair on the back of her head and yanked it back roughly, causing the back of her head to connect with the chair and a hiss of pain to leave her. His right hand fell from his bleeding nose to reveal a glare as he stared her down. “You’ll pay for that, Blondie!” he sneered. Taking hold of the knife with his right hand, he pulled it roughly from her shoulder, grinning at her gasp and groan of pain as it left her shoulder before he brought it down and embedded it within her left thigh. This almost brough forth a scream from her but she held it back and made it into a growl, then she began to laugh as she looked at him, her right eye closed from the pain shooting through it and from her cheek swelling. “You Asshats don’t have a clue what you’re in for.” she laughed, sounding as if she was delirious.

“Is that so?” he sneered as he let go of her hair. The demon then punched Esme in the gut, knocking the wind from her and causing her to double over. She coughed and gasped for air as he left her side and walked over to a table nearby. He scanned the table, looking for the perfect tool to use next, his hand hovering over each one he looked at. When his eyes landed on the perfect one, he smiled maniacally as he laid his hand on it. Lifting it from the table, he turned back to look at Esme, who had finally received from her punch to the gut. As he walked towards her, she lifted her head to see he had chosen a blow torch as his next tool. She knew there was no way to hold back a scream if he torched her skin. Once back at her side, he turned the knob on the blowtorch, then pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it, then adjusted the flame before putting the lighter away.

Esme looked at the blowtorch in his left hand, then at the demon as he continued to smile maniacally at her. She then prepared herself the best she could as her eye went back to the blowtorch. He grabbed her by the hair once again and pulled her head back roughly. “Now the real fun begins.” he told her as he inched the blowtorch towards her. She watched as the demon slowly inched the blowtorch towards her chest, her nails digging into the chair once more as she waited for the flame to burn the skin on her chest and bring forth the scream she had been holding in all this time. The other demon noticed Cason had looked away from Esme and his partner. Taking hold of Cason’s face, he turned it to make him watch as his partner continued to carry out his torture on Esme. “Open your eyes before I pry them open and use toothpicks to keep them open. You won’t want to miss this.” he told Cason.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika pulled up next to Dean's right side as she saw Natalia who was ahead had pulled up on his left. She was just cutting the engine when Dean got out his impala, walked over to her car and opened her door. At his idea, she fully agreed with the plan. If what Natalia's contact said was true, and she had no reason to doubt it as she hadn't met the person in question or Natalia, then they really did need to be incredibly smart about their plan of action. She nodded her agreement as he pulled out a piece of paper and showed her as he read it out, leaning back in her seat so Annabeth could lean over and see it also.

"Yeah we're definitely going to need to be smart about this and properly prepared whilst also being discreetly prepared and kitted out. The longer we can go without a fight breaking out the better" she agreed after Dean and Annabeth both spoke up. At the mention of the fact that Esme and Cason weren't around, she looked around the parking lot and unable to see Esme's car. "Dunno, I can't see her car here. Maybe they went on ahead for food or something?" she suggested, not thinking that anything could be wrong with the two of them.

NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

As Dean, Mika and Annabeth spoke, Nat opened her car door and stretched her legs out before getting out of the car and walking over to Sam's door, gesturing for him to wind the window down which he did. "So you two good?" she asked, nodding her head towards Dean whilst looking at Sam. "Yeah I think so...it wasn't the most pleasant of drives but I've had worse with him, so that's a plus?" Sam replied with a soft smirk and scoff.

"Good, you're alive so it couldn't have been that bad" she teased making Sam just roll his eyes and smirk more. "What was the whole speed racing ahead about?" he asked her, this time it being Natalia's turn to smirk and scoff, "Make you both actually smile and put a break in the blantant tension that would have been in the car. I didn't need to be in the car to know that. THat and I wanted to be the asshole sister with the faster car for once, just to wind up Dean" she said mischieviously, a glint in her eye appearing as she said so.

"you are lucky you're who you are. Dean wouldn't let me get away with nearly as much as you do" Sam told her playfully, but Nat just smirked and shrugged. "So, I'm guessing we're holding up here to get rooms then discussing the gameplan for how to go about this case?" she asked him, to which he nodded, "Yeah, he's telling the others now" he said back. "You gonna get in contact with that Josiah?" he asked her, "Yeah, should probably make sure he's alive and well after dealing with another case before this one. He had to deal with a wraith solo" she explained, to which Sam winced in response, "rather him than me" he stated.

"Got that right." Nat said back with a smile.

Dean sighed, and threw his hands up as Mika mentioned that their only demon ally might actually be getting lunch, instead of showing up at the motel. He stepped over to Sam, and handed him the piece of paper in his hands. It had what info he needed to give the others, while they all regrouped and gathered their supplies.

“You’re gonna need your suit.”, he muttered to Sam, patting him on the chest, before squeezing Nat’s shoulder. He turned to Mika and gestured for her to follow him to get their rooms. This was definitely an FBI situation, as it was the only believable police presence they could manage without using local PD.

After grabbing the room keys from reception, Dean came back to the group, and handed Nat her key, before Annabeth took the other key from his hands. She narrowed her eyes at him and he shrugged, “I figured your first trip out on the road…you would rather be with Sam than any of us. Don’t thank me.”

Annabeth couldn’t help but sigh with relief a bit as she saw a tiny bit of softness in Dean’s gaze. He was betraying himself with his own expressions, trying to keep Sam’s mind straight, as well as keep her as close to Sam as possible, since he was still adamant about her being his brother’s problem.

“Well, I guess we’re bunk mates.”, she muttered, stepping up to Sam, and jiggling the key in front of him. She smiled softly, not sure if he would be quite so excited, considering they were still figuring things out.

Dean rejoined Mika and handed her their key, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He pulled her into his side and sighed, “Did you learn anything about her, on the drive? Sam seems to think she’s a precious little thing that can’t harm anyone…but I’m not so sure.”



Cason flinched as he heard the crunch of the demon’s nose when Esme head butted him. He smirked and opened his eyes, panting as he watched her face. The wild smirk was exciting, if he was honest. It gave him hope that they could get out of this, because she was incredibly tough. As if his feelings for her weren’t ridiculous enough, now he saw her on his own level…hard to kill and tough as hell.

When the demon punched her, Cason closed his eyes again and sighed painfully, working at the restraints around him. He couldn’t leave the devil’s trap, but he could at least fight his way to a weapon. He turned his head to the side, attempting to ignore the sounds in front of him to concentrate on getting himself free of his restraints.

He began shaking as he fought against them, and tried to leave the circle through teleportation. He straightened, almost screaming as he fought to teleport, “I’m going to kill every single fucking one of you. I swear. I will rip you from your bodies. I will crush you!”

As the demon wrenched his face up, and threatened him, he growled reluctantly opening his eyes to look at Esme. He gasped at the blood flowing from the knife wound in her shoulder, as that same knife had become embedded into her thigh. He gritted his teeth, barely able to look at her, as the demon pushed the flame closer to her chest, “Don’t! Don’t. Wait. Kill me. That will make you feel better, right? If you let her go, I have contact with an angel. I can get you a blade. You can kill me. Please!”

The demon holding his face stared down at him and scoffed, “You’re pathetic. You’re going back to Hell either way, if we don’t kill you first. Don’t worry sweetheart. This isn’t a negotiation on who feels the pain of what you’ve done.”.

He tangled his fingers in Cason’s hair, and held his head steady, “I’m just hoping she doesn’t give out on us before we get to hear that sweet little thing squeal.”

As the demon stepped forward, bringing the flame against Esme’s skin, it blackened and sizzled quickly, but he suddenly stepped back with a gasp, followed by a loud squish. Dropping the torch, he brought two shaky hands up to his face, and steam emitted from his now empty eye socket. Sticking out of the hole was a screwdriver, salt and holy water dripping from the handle.

“What the hell? Who the hell are you?”, The demon holding Cason asked, letting go of Cason’s hair and taking a step back. He couldn’t leave the devil’s trap and so he stood close to the chair and leaned his head back, smoking out before the blonde man could approach him with a large knife, covered the same way as the screwdriver. Cason lifted his eyes to stare up at the man. He was tall, somewhere around the younger Winchester’s height and blonde, with blue eyes that only held excitement in what he was doing. A plain black cowboy hat was perched on his head, contrasting with his white t-shirt and jeans.

“Do I know you?”, Cason asked, as the man stepped over to the other demon and drug him into the devil’s trap. He didn’t say anything at first, untying Cason’s arms as the other demon smoked out like a coward, realizing he was trapped with a capable hunter. Shrugging his shoulders in disappointment that both demons were gone, the man finished with the ropes, and gestured for Cason to leave the circle, “I can’t. Demon.”

“Demon?”, the man finally spoke in a deep southern accent, “What are the Winchesters doing pallin’ around with demons? Should I let you out?”

“I guess I’m a good demon. I really need you to let me out though. Please. I need to get to her.”, Cason practically begged, causing the other man to raise his eyebrows in surprise. He scuffed his boot roughly against the paint on the floor, and broke the trap, causing Cason to instantly run to Esme. He was careful where he touched her as he knelt between her legs and lifted her chin to look at him, “Esme. Hey sweetheart. I’ve got you. I got you. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Esme watched the blowtorch as the demon moved it closer and closer to her chest, slowly feeling the heat from the flame get hotter and hotter. As she stared at the flame of the torch, she could hear Cason screaming and pleading with the demons. It was at that moment she could truly see how he felt about her, that everything leading up to this point had been genuine. It was almost funny it took this moment for her to truly see his feelings for her, and she would have laughed at herself if she wasn’t being tortured by a demon while tied to a chair. She gritted her teeth and whimpered as she felt her skin burning and heard what the demon with Cason said. They really wanted to get to Cason by having her scream in pain. She had come across some determined demons, but never this determined to have someone scream out in pain.

When the flame finally touched her skin, she took in a sharp breath through her gritted teeth as she pressed herself back into the chair, a growl escaping her that slowly went up in pitch. Though before it could become a full-out scream, the demon pulled back the flame with a gasp. Esme’s good eye darted to the demon when she heard the squish and the torch hit the floor. Her eyebrows went up in surprise as her eye landed on the demon’s face. When he let go of her hair to bring his hands to his face, she brought her head forward in a more comfortable position and took in the screwdriver sticking out of the demon’s eye socket, with salt and holy water dripping from its handle. Her eye then darted to the other demon as he spoke to who had just stabbed his partner before he smoked out like a coward. She then looked at the man that had shown up, who was clearly a hunter but couldn’t tell who they were from the back.

She could make out blonde hair beneath his black cowboy hat and that he was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Esme let her head drop, not being able to hold it up any longer from feeling weak. She breathed deeply and slowly to calm her breathing as she listened to the other demon smoke out and to Cason speak to the man as he untied him, but the man didn’t speak until Cason mentioned he was a demon and couldn’t leave the devil’s trap. The voice she heard, with the deep southern accent, sounded very familiar to her. It was one she hadn’t heard in quite some time. She tried to lift her head to look, but couldn’t quite manage it. Even as Cason spoke to him, she was still trying to place the voice. Then it hit her just as she heard his boot scraping the paint from the floor. A weak smile came to her lips. The smile faded as she heard Cason run to her once he was free. She first saw his feet as she stopped in front of her, then the rest of him as he knelt down and lifted her chin, flinching a bit at his touch.

Esme looked at Cason a moment with her good eye before giving a weak smile at his words, followed by a heavy sigh. “So, which one of us is to blame for this trouble we got into?” she joked in a soft tone with a small laugh. As she laughed, she winced a bit as she felt pain rush through her. Lifting her gaze over Cason’s head, she looked at the cowboy who had just helped them, a weak smile on her lips. “Hey, Duke.” she said in the same soft tone she had spoken to Cason in. “Long time no see.” She fell silent as she watched Duke, taking in what she could of him with her good eye. After all this time, he was still as handsome as ever, and from what she could tell, had gained more muscle. “Thanks for helping us.” she finally added. Taking a deep breath, she groaned in pain as her gaze dropped and realized she was still gripping the arms of the chair. She forced her hands and fingers to relax and closed her eye, suddenly feeling more tired than ever as she felt herself coming down from everything.

As she sat there, her chin still resting in Cason’s hand, Esme waited for him to untie her from the chair and remove the knife from her thigh. A memory of Duke and Dean made its way into her mind while she sat there. It was of a time the three of them had gotten together at a bar after a case involving a Shapeshifter, to have a drink and unwind. It was as if it had only happened yesterday as it played out in her mind. She had taken turns dancing with both on the dance floor and did a little karaoke as well. As they drank and threw playful jabs at each other, Duke kept trying to turn Esme’s eye from Dean to him all in good fun, asking her why she was with Dean instead of him since he was better looking than Dean. A strong shiver pulled her from the memory before she could finish it. Wincing from the pain that followed, she opened her eye to look at the two men, another shiver overtaking her, followed by her whole body shaking.

“What do you two say we blow this popsicle stand before more decide to show up and finish what they started?” Esme asked weakly, her voice shaky. She didn’t want to hang around this place any longer than they had to, and she knew they needed to meet up with the others, figuring they must be wondering where they were. She and Cason should have arrived before they did since they left Bobby’s place first to get a head start. Esme then lifted her gaze and focused on Duke the best she could. “I have to wonder, though. Out of all the people that could have come across this place, how the hell did it end up being you?” she asked him in the same voice with a small laugh.

MIKA CHAMBERS, NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

Sam got out of the car properly as he spoke to Natalia, every now and then glancing across at Dean, Mika and Annabeth as he did so. He was happy to see both girls seemed good and Dean didn't seem to be too worked up being in close proximity to Annabeth either. Seeing Dean throw his arms up in the air, he rose an eyebrow curious to what elicited such a response from his brother, but it seemed as Dean walked over to him and spoke, that was the last thing he was ready to talk about.

He looked at the paper that got handed to him and nodded at Dean's suggestion. "Okay, I'll bring it into my room with the rest of my stuff" he replied, giving a small smile as he got patted on the chest and Dean then proceeded to give Natalia a shoulder squeeze. "Guess we'll be working out teams soon enough then as there's two locations" he told Nat, giving his sister a look. "I guess so. I'll make sure to bring in my own suit too" she replied as Dean gestured toward Mika.

Mika gave Dean a nod and got out of her car fully, standing up and went with him to get the rooms sorted out. Coming back tot he group with him, she walked over to everyone as Dean handed out the keys, Natalia taking hers gladly with a thanks before smirking at Annabeth swiped a key for her and Sam's room. She had to admit she was pretty proud of Dean for letting Anna be alone with Sam for this job. She too noticed the softer expression come across Dean's face, as did Mika and Sam and Sam was very relieved to see Dean not wanting to watch Anna like a hawk.

Sam smiled and chuckled at Annabeth calling them bunk mates, nodding. "I guess so!" he chimed back, as he then grabbed his stuff from the trunk of the impala. He couldn't help but take this moment to watch as Dean went back to Mika and wrap his arm round her shoulders, talking slightly quietly so he couldn't fully hear what they were saying, but he could have a very good educated guess.

Mika naturally reacted by putting one arm round his back and round his waist after taking the room key. "Honestly, not much. We spoke a bit but she spent a lot of time looking at her phone waiting for Sam's next reply to her. She really does care about him, that much is obvious to me. That isn't to say I'm not aware of how dangerous she could be with her powers, but honestly? Aside from that, she seems pretty normal" she told him honestly.

"i'm sure Sam knows she can harm people, he did find her in the state she was in after all, but I think he still likes to see the humanity in people like her. He's always been like that Dean, we both know it. I think realising who she is just brought that trait back to him even more so. I wouldn't be surprised if they want to protect each other after Sam felt like he failed her when he was a kid" she added.

Dean frowned when Mika admitted that Anna hadn’t spoken to her much in the car. With her texting Sam, and no one really knowing what they were talking about, it made Dean nervous. Sam had seemed a lot more secretive since Dean had been back from Hell. He was happy however, to hear how normal Anna seemed. Anna was anything but normal, but yet, so was Sam. He was drawn to people like himself, or just…outcasts and wayward monsters in general, and Dean never denied that.

“You think she’ll protect him.”, he stated more than questioned, as he let his vision zone out for a moment, thinking back to the night that Sam had shielded her, when Dean got a little too aggressive, after he disappeared. Even after only knowing each other a few hours, Sam had been fiercely protective of her, and from the look in her eyes, as she tried to decide whether to run, Anna seemed the same way with him, as if they had clicked, and a hundred years had gone by in the short time they were in that dingy old house.

“Well. If she’s willing to protect him, maybe she’ll stay on the straight and narrow.”, he said softly, taking another deep breath as they arrived at their room, “That’s honestly all I’m asking for at this point, since she hates me…and he most likely won’t let me near her, if I did want to handle things.”



A brighter smile crept up in the corners of Anna’s lips as Sam responded to her joking with a smile and a more upbeat response than she had expected. She walked around to the trunk of the Impala, staying close to him, as he grabbed his stuff.

“I heard a bit of what they were talking about. I think I was a little too quiet in the car and now Mika thinks I’m weird…”, Anna muttered, looking down into the trunk as she spoke. She tilted her head up to look across to Nat, “I think you and Nat are the only two who really get it. You know? I guess on the drive back, I’ll try to talk more.”

She looked up at Sam with a small smile, and then glanced over to Mika, “I don’t want everyone to think I’m some kind of freak.”



Cason laughed softly as Esme managed to joke through all of the injuries she was stuck with, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, before picking up a knife from the table, and working on the ropes that held her to the chair. As he worked on the ropes, with one hand, he kept her chin resting against his hand, helping her hold herself up.

“You’re going to hate me in a few minutes when I take that knife out of your leg.”, he said softly, finishing with the ropes, just as she spoke to the other man in the room, and Cason furrowed his brow in confusion, turning to look back as the man turned and raised his own eyebrows under his hat.

Duke turned and his eyebrows raised, before his eyes widened and he bolted over to stand beside Esme, “Well holy shit! It’s been forever and I find you like this? I was just in the area lookin’ into some demon stuff, and this place had omens all around it. I figured I’d check it out and here you are.”

He turned his eyes down toward the knife in her thigh, “Here. Move. I got this…we’ve done this before, haven’t we babydoll?”

Cason furrowed his brow even further, stumbling back as Duke settled in front of Esme, pulling a bandana from his back pocket. He looked up into her eyes, taking his hat off for a moment. He placed his hat carefully on the ground beside the chair, and kept her gaze, “You know what? You look about as beautiful as ever. Little blood never turned me away.”

He laughed softly, his signature smile lighting up his face as he gently lifted her leg while trying to distract her with his light conversation. He maneuvered the bandana under her leg, bringing the ends up to the top of her thigh, “Hey. You remember that time out in Vegas? You took a bullet for me that night. Possessed hunters are never fun. Anyway, look at me darlin’. We’re gonna play that same game, alright?”

Cason reached over to the table next to the chair he had been sat in, and he sighed in frustration. Apparently Esme knew this guy, and apparently the guy knew her well enough to charm her. A foreign pang of jealousy bubbled in his pocket as he texted Dean Winchester to get them a room, and a vague explanation of what had happened. He ended the text with “under control” and put his phone away, wiping his hand over his mouth.

Dean picked up the phone and glanced at Mika as he closed their motel room door behind him, “Apparently Cason and Esme got stopped by some demons. All he says is under control…”

As he muttered the words, he narrowed his eyes, wondering if it had anything to do with their case.

Duke sighed as he pulled the sides of the bandana out to the sides, “Alright. Repeat them…Red…Blue…Green…Purple…”

With every color he spoke, he slowly tied the bandana ends together as his hands covered with Esme’s blood. He began to slowly tighten the bandana against her thigh and hissed.

“And Pink.”, he grunted the last color, pulling the bandana tight and tying a knot to stop the blood flow to the knife wound. He gave it a few moments, and allowed her to collect herself. He tugged his white t-shirt off over his head, bringing it down to her thigh as he wrapped his fingers around the knife.

“Eyes on me. Eyes on me babydoll.”, he whispered quickly, bringing his hand up to her cheek. He cradled her face carefully in one hand, and roughly tugged upward on the knife, quickly tossing it to the side, “There we go. All done. All done…”

He quickly tied his t-shirt around the wound, pulling it tight to stem the blood flowing from the newly opened flesh. He quickly stood to his feet and slid his arm under her legs carefully, while his other wrapped around her back. With a groan, he picked her up and cradled her to his chest, walking toward the door.

“I’ll just grab…everything.”, Cason sighed, throwing his hand up as he received the address to the motel from Dean, “808 West Pine! That’s where she’s going!”

As he started looking around for all of their things the demons had taken from them, Duke answered back with a loud, “Got it!”

After he found everything, Cason disappeared and reappeared next to the Impala, outside of the motel. He leaned against the car, holding all of their stuff in his hands, and sighed, what had just happened would be hard to explain away, to Esme. Hopefully, she would be so distracted with this Duke character that she wouldn’t even remember any of it.

When Cason cut the ropes from Esme’s wrists, she carefully lifted them from the chair and rubbed them with her hands as she brought them close to her. She was about to say something to Cason to answer him about pulling the knife from her leg when she saw Duke turn and look at her with raised eyebrows. She couldn’t stop the small smile that came to her lips as she saw him realize he knew her, and watched him as he bolted over and stood next to her. With some effort, she lifted her chin from Cason’s hand to look up at Duke as he spoke. A small laugh escaped her at his first few words. “It has been forever.” she agreed. She had to admit it surprised her he was here and was the one that helped them with the demons. The last she heard, he had up and fallen out of touch with everyone. When she saw his eyes go to the knife in her thigh, she knew he was going to want to take over even before he shoved Cason out of the way.

A smile came to her lips at him calling her Babydoll, just like it did back then. She could never keep from smiling at the nickname he’d given her. “That we have.” she replied as her gaze followed him. As her head dropped to look at him, her hair fell over the right side of her face, covering her swollen eye and cheek. Esme watched as he settled in front of her and pulled a bandana from his pocket. When he looked up and met eyes with her, she held his gaze as he took his hat off and placed it on the ground, then couldn’t help but smile and lightly laugh as he did at his words. “Beautiful?” she softly questioned with a laugh in her tone. She knew she looked rough and far from beautiful at that moment from having her face bashed against her car and punched. Though she knew he was trying to distract her from him maneuvering the bandana under her leg.

“I know I look….. Awful. You can say it, it won’t hurt my feelings.” she smiled as he brought the ends of the bandana up on her thigh. When Duke brought up a case in Vegas, she gave a small laugh, closed her eye, and shook her head softly. “How could I forget? That definitely turned into something we weren’t expecting.” she said as she opened her eye and met his gaze again. She was going to say more when he asked her to look at him and they were going to play the game they played while he removed the bullet she took for him. “Alright.” she said with a nod, holding his gaze. After all this time, it was still so easy to get lost in his blue eyes and have everything drowned out around her. She carefully adjusted herself in the chair and waited for Duke to start the game, his sigh showing he was about to start. As he spoke the colors, she repeated, feeling the bandana get tighter as each color left their mouths.

When Duke said “Pink.” and pulled the bandana tight, Esme took in a sharp breath. Her head dropped a bit as a groan left her lips, then breathed deeply through the pain to collect herself. As she lifted her head back up, she saw Duke removing his shirt and watched as he brought it down to her thigh, then grab the knife. At his words, her gaze lifted from the knife and back to his as his hand came to her cheek to cradle it. She had just taken a deep breath and held it when he pulled the knife from her thigh, another groan leaving her as it left her thigh. She didn’t release the breath until she heard the knife hit the ground and Duke spoke once again. “Still as smooth as ever.” she said softly as Duke tied his shirt around her thigh. She tilted her head to the side for a moment to collect herself. Her gaze followed him once again when he stood and slid his arm under her legs carefully, then lifted her head as he wrapped his other arm around her back.

Esme carefully leaned over the chair arm with a wince and picked his hat up off the floor before Duke picked her up, causing her to wince again. She would have protested against being carried but knew she wouldn’t have been able to walk out on her own. So, she did the only thing she could do, relax into his arms as he cradled her to his chest while walking to the door. She was about to rest her head against him when she heard Cason call out to Duke on where they were going. She looked up as Duke answered and was going to say something as well, but by the time she worked up the energy to make her voice heard, Cason disappeared from the room. Sighing heavily, she placed Duke’s hat on his head with a warm smile, then rested her head against him as he carried her out of the room. It was almost funny how it felt like no time had passed between them, even if it had been years.

She didn’t feel any tension like she had when meeting back up with Dean. It was nothing but calm, even with the state she was in. Just like he used to, he swooped in and help her with her injuries as if they were nothing and this made her smile grow. Tilting her back to look at him once more. She had to wonder if he had kept up with anything involving the Winchesters. Esme decided against asking, knowing it would all come to light soon when they all met up. “So, Bright Eyes.” she started in a soft and warm tone. “Where have you been all this time? You just…... Kinda dropped off the map. I’ve been thinking the worst.” While waiting for his answer, she took in the features of his face, noticing how much more defined they had become over the years. It was also hard not to notice how more muscular he’d become while being carried in his arms. They were way more defined they were the last time he had to carry her when she couldn’t walk out of a situation they had gotten into.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Dean's frown told Mika that he was nervous and frustrated that she hadn't gotten anything of importance out of Annabeth during the drive to the motel, and she couldn't blame him for thinking and feeling in such a way. If the roles were reversed she probably would have felt the same way, but at the same time she couldn't say she blamed Annabeth for being more worried about Sam in Dean's car, than talking with her about herself.

Hearing him state rather question about what she thought of Annabeth's intentions toward Sam, she could nothing but nod as he zoned out a little, obviously letting himself remember the night Sam ran off with Annabeth to that dingy house in the woods. She listened to him continue to talk as he snapped back into reality as they reached their room, where she unlocked the door and let them both inside. "I don't think she hates you Dean, she's nervous of you as you are of her. That much I know for sure. She's just worried you'll fly off the handle and shoot first, ask questions later or upset Sam. I don't see her as a threat at all and I don't think it'll come to you dealing with her." she replied, clsoing the door behind them once inside.

She dropped their bags on the floor by the large bed, finding it a nice refreshing change to have one big bed they could share, rather than two beds they insist on cosying up in. "But figuring out Annabeth can wait, we have more important things to deal with at the moment in this town" she pointed out, facing him as she lightly and lovingly tapped the tip of his nose with her fingertip and smiling softly at him. "we need to figure out which of the two locations we're gonna be hitting up and with who, as well as trying to contact Esme and Cason to find out where the hell they are" she added.

NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

Sam heard Annabeth out on what she overheard from Dean and Mika as they discussed whatever it was with each other quietly. "SHe doesn't think you're weird. Trust me, if she did she would be make it known. She's probably just....curious or concerned about the quiet drive. She's used to noise in the car and was probably just surprised she had a quiet passenger for a change" he smiled, trying to reassure her.

He closed the trunk after getting their things out of it and turned to Annabeth, placing his hand on her shoulder comfortingly, "just give them both time. But maybe yeah, talking on drive home would help. Just remember, Mika defended both of us when we were kids that night, if anyone can talk Dean round it's her." he told her.

"Sam is right, Mika can be very maternal over people once you get passed that barrier, it's just getting through. Trust me, she likes you or she would have insisted you come in my car" Natalia chimed in having overheard their conversation as she got her belongings out of her car next to them. "SO try not to worry about it for now. You got Sam anyway, so go get inside your room, relax for a few minutes whilst you both can and then we can ll decide which location to head to" Natalia suggested with a smile, looking between both Sam and Annabeth.

"you too Nat, if you need anything let me know okay?" Sam replied, to which Nat gave a simple nod in return. "just look after this one here. She needs you more than I do" she smiled, gesturing toward Annabeth before patting Sam on the chest and then headed to her room.