Syth held it's breath as Dean invaded its trained personal space.
"I'm..." it took a glance at the trench coated man who had named himself Castiel. He was definitely not human. Perhaps he was one of the invaders Syth was told about. "You…" it looked back at Dean "don't have the right alphabet to name me."
Dean frowned. "What, You're japanese or something?"
"That's sexist." Syth formed an imitating frown.
Now Dean looked confused. "Sexist?"
"I mean racist." Syth corrected itself.
Dean grabbed Syth's collar and thrusted it against the wall behind it. "Alright, you're going to tell me what you are or so help me you will find yourself in a world of hurt."
"Alright, Alright!" Syth gripped on to Dean's serious knuckles. "I'm a-"
The door to the room instantly burst open as a woman with a sharp smirk glared at them.
" Whistler." She said, it's eyes suddenly turned black then she noticed Dean and Castiel. "Interesting."
"Invader!" Syth exclaimed at the same time as Dean cried out "Demon." The two had pulled away from each other and retrieved their own weapons. Dean gripped a shotgun filled with salt rocks and Syth fished out menacing looking suction cups from what it seemed to be its sleeve. One suction cup at the tip of each finger.
Castiel, however, had already gotten the demon by the throat and pushed it against the wall. "This is quite a party you got here, Dean" The demon smirked.
Castiel glared at the tainted being "Did you take Sam?"
The Demon began to laugh. "Oh my, Sammy's quite the damsel in distress, isn't he."
Castiel put his hand on the demon that made her wail.
"Did you take, Sam." Castiel asked again with the same tone.
"Why don't you ask ET there." The demon grinned looking at Syth before suddenly disappearing. She reappeared behind the angel and kicked him against the wall. "Should have sent me back to hell when you had the chance." She sneared.
Suddenly, a sharp pain wrang through her back as the gunshot echoed through the hallways. She growled and turned around. "Winchester."
Dean clicked his gun ready and fired again. The blow sent the demon sailing to a wall. But with little effort the demon sat up, waved her hand, and the gun flew away from Dean's hands and smacked Syth's face along it's aerodynamic journey. But before the demon could hurl the Winchester across the room, Castiel appeared and gripped her with all his might. In a last attempt to survive, the demon opened her mouth and poured out of her meat suit making her way toward a waking Syth.
Witnessing the black cloud zipping her way toward it, Syth flung the suction cups toward the cloud. The cups stuck on the cloud in a straight line and Syth sprang toward them and pounded each one. One by one, the cups lit up rendering the cloud into different states of gaseous matter with each pound. With the last hit, it lit up into luminous sparks and viciously scattered sending all the beings in the vicinity falling back.
Dean struggled to sit up while Castiel made his way to Syth with threatened anger "Where did you send it?"
"Everywhere." Syth breathed a little exhausted. It attempted to sit up.
"What?" Dean scrunched up his face.
"I rendered it to its most original state" Syth rolled over and made it to a crawling position.
"What's that?" Castiel observed the struggling creature.
"Energy." Syth stood up and bended it's back with much hesitance. A crack was heard followed by a deep echoing awkward silence.
"What?" Dean scrunched up again.
"You said that twice." Syth turned to him
"We can talk about repetition later. Right now, we need to go." Castiel intersected a little hurriedly.
"What is it?" Dean rapidly stood up.
"Demons. They're coming." the angel answered.
"Son of a bitch."