#caseyblake

*The silver blade bit into her shoulder, missing the heart by two inches.

Two inches, that was how much Casey had to thank her lucky stars by.  First rule of Hunting, NEVER spook a hunter on a case, you are likely to get hurt.  She was just fortunate that Bobby was able to pull the blow so that the knife wound wasn't too deep. *

Balls kid, you damn near got yourself killed. *Paused a moment to check that she wasn't going to bleed to death and that she was actually herself before grabbing her by her uninjured wrist and pulling her away, leaning her against a tree.

*Pulled her to the side and out of the direct path.*  I got a shifter sneakin' around and you just about got yourself ganked. *Wiped the blood off the knife on his pant leg and told her to stay there.*

About twenty minutes later he came back, a little bloody but none-the-worse for wear.  * Let's get you out of here. 

How hard could it be to find two boys? Two brothers who time, and time again jeopardized the world only to save it a few weeks later? Very, well, ever since Castiel had decided that carving enochian magic into their ribs was a good idea. In retrospect, he realized once the apocalypse was done with he could have healed the symbols away releasing them from the hidden veil it trapped them in from Angels. But of course, the thought had never crossed his mind. Now he was looking for them blindly. Cell phones were no good. Again he had forgotten to charge the one Dean had given him. That he learned was bad- if you kept them off long enough they tended to reset, not really coming back on the same. No matter what he did to recharge it. 

That was when he found himself standing in the familiar kitchen. Blue color scheme, paint chipping, fridge sort of rusting in the bottom corners. Bobby Singer's house had always been a meeting point for the group. Though with the recent happenings, he wasn't even sure the place was still standing until this point.