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"You're, uh, you're probably here about the, Uh, the story."

"I-I'll bet you didn't know that about elves."

"Only two weeks left till Christmas!"

"What in the name of Sam hill Is that?"

"I was his/her adopted father."

"Treat every day like Christmas."

"There's room for everyone on the Nice list."

"The best way to spread Christmas Cheer is singing loud for all to hear."

"Well, silly as it sounds, a lot of people down south don't believe in Santa Claus."

"I'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins."

"I'll be okay, I just need a glass of water."

"Oh, by the way, don't eat the yellow snow."

"First off, you see gum on The street, leave it there. It's not free candy. Second, There are, like, 30 ray's pizzas. They all claim to be the Original, but the real one' son 11th. And if you see a sign that Says "peep show," That doesn't mean that They're letting you look at presents before Christmas."

"We're gonna go ices skating and... And eat sugar plums."

"Well... he is on the naughty list."

"Does someone need a hug?"

"Santa! San-- uh, nope!"

"[Gasps] Beautiful! Looks like a Christmas tree."

"You're not supposed to be Down here!"

"Why you smiling like that?"

"Santa!!! Oh, my god!!! Santa here?! I know him! I know him!"

"You are very good at decorating that tree."

"I'm just trying to get through the holidays."

"How come you were in the women's locker room this morning?"

"They're kind a pissed about this."

"'Cause if I go, we all go."

" By the way... I think you have the most beautiful singing voice in the whole wide world."

"You smell like beef and cheese. You don't smell like Santa."

"Just who the heck are you, And what is your problem?"

"I thought maybe we could make Gingerbread houses, And eat cookie dough, and go Ice skating, and... And maybe even hold hands."

"He got mad at me."

"You know, it's a little complicated, but it's nothing that we can't handle."

"Is there sugar in syrup?"

"Clearly he has some serious issues. We can't just throw him out in the snow."

"Well, this is really something. I'm usually the one making breakfast."

"I planned out our whole day. First, we'll make snow angels for two hours, and then we'll go ice skating and then we'll eat a whole roll Of Toll-House cookie dough as fast as we can, and then, to finish, we'll snuggle."

"How'd you get this number?"

"You know, we could sit here and point fingers all day."

"So, good news... I saw a dog today."

"I really wanted to see you, and... and I think you're beautiful, and I, um... I feel really warm when I am around you, and, um, my tongue swells up. So... Do you wanna go eat food?"

"You have such a pretty face. You should be on a Christmas card."

"You know, I know I sound like a broken record, but we are buddies. You're my best friend, that's it. You're my best friend."

"Call me elf one more time!"

"Get out of my life! Now!"

"I don't belong anywhere."

"There seems to be a strange man dressed as an elf wandering through central park."

"I didn't mean anything I said back there, not a word."

"You believed in me."

"Christmas spirit is about believing, not seeing."

"Come on, give me your hat and coat."

"I'm getting too old for this job."

Jess couldn’t believe her ears. Like hell she was letting the woman hurt Dean. Sam could not deal with his brother dying, she had heard about it plenty. Besides, what Dean had done was justified and he did not deserve to be punished for it because some demon lost her demon friend.

     “AZAZEL got what he DESERVED. He took Sam       and Dean’s family from THEM. Their mom and       he contracted Brady to kill me. I heard their       father died too, trying to make sure the son of       a bitch paid for what he did. I’m not going to       HELP you get unjustified revenge!”

      “Maybe you didn’t deserve to lose someone you care         about, but how do I really know that? You’re a demon         after all. They did their  job, they got their revenge about         INNOCENT people being killed. Your precious friend was         far from innocent. You can’t just go around and kill a bunch         of people because I won’t help you. I can’t even help you         anyway I don’t even know how to reach them!”

She was pissed off that her leverage obviously was not working. Apparently it didn’t matter to her if Jess was dead or alive. She lowed the blade and put it back in her bag. Demons may be more honest about themselves than angels, but she wasn’t buying into the whole innocence act.

Humans were beyond frustrating. Especially to a creature such as Behemoth; Yevanni. She didn’t  really think things through-- just assumed that any human aware of the monsters out there, would  have some idea of how to track down people.      “Y’know, I’ve been called all kinds of stupid    in my time. --But you know what I think is REALLY             stupid? The fact that you could save hundreds        by forsaking ONE insignificant person--."

Sam held both of his hands out after a quick glance towards the window.

“Okay! Alright!” He had to stall until he had a plan, but that was as far as he’d figured out so far. “Not stupid. Infernal watchman.” He nodded. 

Behemoth…

oh..

He did know that name. As everything he knew about the creatures fled his mind, he went silent.

“You’re.. not what I was expecting.” Sam met her eyes again.

Sam raised an eyebrow at the woman. He was familiar with many demons, but not with one so.. ill-prepared. Maybe that was a blessing however.

“Oh? Really?” Maybe he could use her uncertainty this to his advantage..

“I know that look! You think I’m stupid! I’m not stupid! I’m powerful! I served Azazel! I served Lucifer! I AM BEHEMOTH,

       the infernal watchman!”

Temperature fluctuations.  Her anger brought forth the rumbling of thunder     and a perilous, wailing wind from outside. Much  like the sheer presence of a more familiar  yellow-eyed demon.

yevanni:

“Dean? So that’s his name.”     Yevanni stepped forward as he retreated; advancing as some sort of act of dominance.         “Brother for a brother. I won’t hurt you   if you tell me where Dean is.”        

“Why would I do that?” That was probably the last thing he’d ever do. All Sam could hope now was that Dean wouldn’t return anytime soon. Not until he could deal with—- whoever this was.

Of course he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that. He didn’t even have the Colt on him.

yevanni:

To find a strange woman in your house was startling enough. –But a strange demon with bold yellow eyes was even worse. It’s not like she could blame the guy for being a little more than shocked, given his history with Azazel. 

       “You’re Sam, right?”

Sam took a step back, her yellow eyes throwing him off.

“No. That’s not possible. We–Dean killed you.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he took another small step back just as a precaution.

Sam was startled as he entered the room. He took a step back and exhaled quickly to lower his heart rate.

“Who are you…?” He asked hesitantly.

To find a strange woman in your house was startling enough. --But a strange demon with bold yellow eyes was even worse. It’s not like she could blame the guy for being a little more than shocked, given his history with Azazel. 

Abasdarhon knew that the Leviathans had been let out along with the souls in purgatory. Others didn’t think anything else had gotton out. But Abasdarhon knew better. Yes the Leviathans had gotten out and not all of them were dead but their base of operations Dick Roman had been killed.

 Castiel had returned the souls the purgatory but the thing that most people overlooked was the fact that a certain behemoth had not been returned to purgatory. The redhead only had to look after her hour as stressing as that was and she watched over people in other hours and also tracking down who the behemoth had been possessing and after a lot of effort she had found it in a young woman. 

She didn’t go after fights though and would not start one unless the other started it first. Even then the angel tried to avoid fights. She looked at the other for a while, eyes watching her then the other approached her. She shook her head. “No there is not dear.”

“Oh, there isn’t?”  There were strange vibes coming from this one, but due to her natural, non-sceptical nature, and complete and utter obliviousness she showed in the face of any kind of creature that she interacted with-- she brushed the encounter off as nothing extraordinary. Still, she held her piercing, albeit, a little intrusive stare up confidently at the angel. It lingered a little too long. 

“Hey, this is gonna be a weird question, but what are your thoughts on death? Like-- the Grinning Reaper.”  She’d meant GRIM Reaper, obviously.  “I’ve been looking at all sorts of cool books on all of these different theories, and I-- I don’t really get any of it. Why does he grin?”   A genuine, alarmed expression crossed over her face, and she leaned in, like she’d just discovered some horrifying secret. 

Jess knows it’s no use trying to break out of the grip on her wrist, because she knows it will only end in it being broken.

      — But with her other hand free, she quickly grabbed the knife out of her pocket and held it toward her own neck.

“See, I can’t let you do that to him again. I’m  not going to be a pawn in anyone’s plans this time.”

Watching her fight and struggle-- that was something Yevanni expected. The knife the  woman put to her own throat was another thing.      She could tell... this human just wanted    to be free. Free from the past that haunted her.  Not that she could empathise, but it had her wondering. 

  “I had HIM as my family. He never called me stupid,  or told me I was some clumsy mistake.  I never even got the chance to be human, but he showed me what family was.Even when I was serving him. --I escaped  Hell the day those gates  opened thinking, that after thousands of years, I’d get to see my yellow-eyed brother again. Instead, I WATCHED some HUNTER take him out. 

    You might think it’s justified, because of  what Azazel did out of loyalty to our Father--- and he probably did deserve that. But It wasn’t fair  to me.   I didn’t deserve that.    I NEVER deserved that. Just like you didn’t deserve what happened to you. We’re both just victims of circumstance.  --The difference is that YOU have vengeance, and Azazel is dead. As a result, I, also, get to have MINE.