"Oh look what we have here, guess she had more than these two. Well I suppose no one would notice if I just took this one too…Right? Ugh, I'll need something to call the little devil. Noah. That sounds ok. Better than Sam or Dean at least." After pinning the mother who had been about 2 months along upon the ceiling and burning her to a crisp he fled.
"Ready to go Sammy?"
"Always am. What do we have this time?"
"Vamp nest in Cali, Werewolves in New Hampshire, few signs of a demon round Idaho, and sounds like there is an angel we should take out around Oklahoma."
"We can call up Cas and – "
"No Sam. We are NOT calling up Cas every time we have a bit too much on our plate."
*pop* "You called?"
"Dammit Cas, I told you call us first."
"My apologies, I was under the impression you and I were friends." He glared at Dean.
"WELL, since Cas is already here, how do you suppose we go about this?" Sam glances to the back seat amused. It was common knowledge Dean and Cas had a thing for each other. Though they would never act on it.
"Sam and I can take the Vamps in Cali, and the angel in Oklahoma. Cas can you handle the werewolves in New Hampshire and demon in Idaho?"
"I'd feel better with the reassurance you two were safe. Also, my 'people skills' are lacking."
"Yeah Dean, why don't we just go together? It will take longer but it would probably be quicker than Cas popping in every 5 minutes." Sam sounded like he was up to something but it was logical.
"Fine. We are closest to Idaho so we will start with the possible demon." Dean was obviously annoyed by this point but he didn't feel like arguing. After a while of driving Dean started to get light headed and felt a head ache coming on He felt like he was about to barf on the dash board but he didn't want to worry them. They already had enough things to worry about.
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"Throat punch there, kick him in the dick!" I wish all these people would shut the fuck up. It's not like if I lose I die or anything. Hell, my own father doesn't only allow it, he encourages it. When everyone in the room is dead, I'm allowed to leave. Its like a dog fight that has had the same winner for nine years.
*Clap clap clap clap* "Well done son." My father has always had the most distinctly yellow eyes. For as longs as I remember.
"Don't congratulate me for killing. Its not something to be proud of so I don't see why you condone it."
"Being more powerful than others is always something to be proud of son."
"Whatever, I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Walking down the hall, there were several stares from others whom dwell here. I had made it to my room, my walls were draped in band posters (mostly older metal bands) when my head started pounding. I felt like I was going to barf, but it was about time I got out of this literal hell hole. I read. I know what normal kids' lives are like. Mine wasn't like that. I wanted more than this. Swinging my legs from the window and preparing for a 10-foot drop, I wondered if it was really worth it. Then I dropped.