Bobby had been in a lot of hair brained situations. A LOT. For example, he'd fought ghosts, demons, and even evil garden gnomes… But he had never in his entire life, been in such a situation where an English demon hybrid surprised him from behind and asked to use his telephone. Politely. Even after Bobby had doused him in holy water, decorated his silken black suit with thousands of grains of salt, and to top it all off, attempted to damn him to hell with every spell he could think of right under the sun. Yes Bobby had been in many hair brained situations and they all lead back to Sam and Dean Winchester.
A lot of things flashed through Dean Winchester's mind as that demon held his gun to the sky and grinned politely. Like how when he was a kid and his mom would make him a sandwich she'd cut the crust off for him without him having to ask… Or when Sam was learning to talk and couldn't say Dean and referred to his brother as "Spleen". Or when Sammy lost his first tooth and Dean used up all his allowance (Which only amounted to four dollars and seventeen cents) to let him believe in the tooth fairy and be a little kid just a small time longer even though Dean was saving for a new magazine… Or the first time he drove the Impala… Or the time he lost his virginity to Becky Carter in the back of that old Impala… Dean Winchester realized his life was flashing before his eyes, but he wasn't dead, or at least he didn't think so?
Both Sebastian and Ciel audibly groaned with they saw it, at first they attempted to ignore the violent and colorful streak, but as that voice kept whining and those eyes kept flashing Ciel and Sebastian were finding it harder and harder to ignore that irritating monstrosity. That is, until he took his beloved death scythe and pressed it into the shoulder of Dean Winchester. It broke skin, hell there was even some blood… But it wasn't a fatal wound or at least the two didn't think so. Sam, Dean, and Ciel all watched as Dean Winchesters cinematic records floated out into view.
"There, now you finally pay attention to me"! Sebastian's face fell as he turned to meet eye to batting eyelashes with none other than Grell Sutcliff. The very homosexual man tossed his fiery mane of shimmering scarlet in what he assumed an attractive pose, until of course Sam Winchester took action.
Sam took note as he pinned the flouncing shemale to the parking lot's ground that this beast had bright green eyes and horrendously sharp teeth. His glasses that were attached to a chain around his neck had begun to slide off the bridge of his nose and he began shrieking in that awful, awful voice. Sam then took a salt shaker he kept in his pocket, removed the seal from the top, and commenced pouring it down the retch's throat until the images of Dean's life stopped. Those memories were intimate and private to Dean, he nor these supernatural beings did not need to take part in the viewing.
"It seems your brother is a bit of a womanizer". The young boy said, while taking a stance beside who Sam now understood as Sebastian. It appeared during Dean's flashback, his grip had gone loose and the boy had been easily allowed to slip away.
"Excuse me sir, but the reaper's rib cage you perch upon is about to collapse, and that would be most unpleasant for the both of you". The one called Sebastian announced. Sam took note of the gagging red thing beneath him and dismounted his sputtering stead. Instead he helped Dean to his feet. His brother appeared disorientated and slightly delirious. Sam preferred this over how pissed he was going to be his jacket was ripped and stained in blood. Sam then turned to the hybrid demons before him his eyes wide in question.
"What exactly are you guys"?
"I have already told you Sam Winchester. My young Lord and I are simply one hell of a pair".