The jars of blood were bubbling and Sam glanced them over disinterestedly. He closed the trunk on them and ignored the buzz growing in the air. "Someone's trying to contact us again."

Dean was watching the numbers go up on the gas as he held the nozzle into the car. "Azazel or Alistair?"

"Don't know, not answering." Sam said, grabbing the bag of snacks and looking through it, making a face. "Did you get anything not covered in chocolate?"

"There's peanuts in the bottom." Dean told him. "But they're underneath a lot more chocolate."

The peanut m&m's looked up at him and Sam just stared at them in disappointment. "Dean, we're still partly human, we can't just eat junk all the time."

"Pretty sure the demon blood cancels out health issues." Dean shot back, shaking the nozzle a few times before putting it back on the dispenser. "Not like we've ever seen a doctor."

Sam rolled his eyes and debated to go back inside to grab something different to eat and then opened the peanut m&m's. "You're such a dick." he mumbled, trying to pick the chocolate off.

"Stop ruining perfectly good chocolate Sam, eat it." Dean told him, looking over the impala to make sure that it was good to go and nodded, getting into the driver's seat. Sam scowled and threw out the chocolate pieces just on principle and got into the passenger's seat.

They got back onto the road and Dean turned the radio on, scoffing when the radio signal started to jump around.

"They've got to stop." Dean said, turning the radio off. "We're not answering, stop trying."

"Yeah cause demons are the kind to give up when they don't get what they want." Sam said, his thumbnail sliding into a crack on the chocolate and peeling it back to reveal the peanut. He handed the chocolate pieces to Dean who held his hand out automatically. "With our luck they'll start to leave dead bodies on our car."

"Let them try, I'll gank 'em." Dean said, confident but at the same time his voice wavered, they both knew exactly the type of demons they were avoiding talking to.

Azazel and Alistair, they're somewhat ungod-parents, in Azazel's case he was closer to a grandfather to them than any other demon. He was the one that had made a deal with...all those years ago and when they went to hell Azazel had a special interest in them for years.

Azazel was also the one that brought them to Alistair who in turn had a bit of an interest, moreso when he realized just how creative the pair could be.

Sam flexed his fingers, remembering the bone handle of the knife that Alistair would press into his hand and guide to the best locations on a soul.

The radio was turning itself on now, despite how Dean kept turning it off. Whoever was trying to reach them was being a lot more persistent than before.

"Should we answer?" Sam asked, glancing towards their trunk once more when he could almost feel the jars of blood bubbling. "The jars might break and I think I'll kill us both if they do."

Dean let out a small breath and then reached out to the radio, hitting play and waiting. "This is Campbells." he said, letting the buzz fill the car. Sam was sure that it was his imagination but the smell of sulfur suddenly filled the car.

"Hello Sam. Hello Dean." came Azazel's voice and the two of them shared a look. "You two have been avoiding me."

"Not avoiding, just not answering." Sam said, trying to stay nonchalant. Azazel had too much of an interest in them out of all the demons and it wasn't that big of a surprise that he was the one to reach out to them.

"That's called avoiding Samael." Azazel told him in amusement. Sam twitched at his first name. Unlike with Dean, Azazel had a say in his name and that was something that Dean was grateful for. "And you two aren't being as inconspicuous as you think you are."

"Have no idea what you're talking about, we're just cruising around the states, getting used to earth." Dean said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

"Sure you are." Azazel said, they could almost see him winking in whatever vessel he was in. "But I know you're collecting souls. And I know why you are."

"Don't bother denying anything, there's no point." Azazel added, Sam had been primed to deny what he had said, a lie on the tip of his tongue. "Now as a fellow demon I really should be stopping you. Drag you both down to hell and let you two stay on the racks for some time."

The smirk was clear in his voice. "But I'm very curious, and I want to see if it'll work, and I really hope it does." he added. "Because then, you two will be on a whole new level of your owns. Not that you aren't already there, being half human of course."

"So does that mean you're on our side?" Sam couldn't help but ask, curious about his answer.

"In a sense that I always am Samael. You two are my blood, loophole and round about as it is." Azazel said, chucking lowly. "But I'm not going to be helping either of you. You're going to have to do this all by yourselves."

"That's always been the plan." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"But a bit of advice, at least for now." Azazel added. "There's a few hunters that are on your trails, one of the ones you grabbed was in fact a hunter." he laughed then. "And one of the hunters that are interested is one John Winchester. Good luck grandchildren."

With that Azazel ended the call and AC/DC filled the car once more. There was a beat of silence between them before Dean slammed on the brakes and stopped them on the side of the road.

"Son of a bitch!" he snarled out, eyes flickering to black as he hit the dashboard. The movement was immediately followed by rubbing the same place he had hit on the dashboard.

"Which part?" Sam asked a bit sourly. "The part that Azazel knows or the hunters?"

"Both." Dean said, getting out of the car. Sam waited for a moment before he followed out, staying on his side but staring at his brother.

Sam nodded, putting his arms on the roof of the impala and leaning against it for a few moments. "Think we're going to run into the hunters soon?"

"Kinda hope that we do." Dean said, slowly turning to look at Sam, his eyes blackened over. "Because when we run into him, I'm going to take my time to make him scream."

Sam felt his eyes blackened over as well, triggered by Deans eyes, and nodded. "Me too."

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