Preventing the Next Generation...

[likely_evil]

Two months in at the mission had done Samael good. He had started to come to terms with what he had done in Hell... the deaths, the torture, and the relationships there. When they had let him back into the computer labs, he had discretely researching the myths with Lilith and the original Samael.

The Seducer. The Destroyer. Lilith had made

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[demonbureaucrat]

Caim hadn't been expecting the invasion of the Antichrist. In fact, he was promised this would be a clean in and out. It was below his stature, really, to have to pick the locks on doors, but he did it anyway. For all the wards that the Winchesters had, they weren't prepared for a demon of his power, and well, that made him happy. It meant that they would never see this coming, and he could get in and out without any disturbances.

He hadn't counted on Samuel Winchester. Which annoyed him -- just a little.

He hadn't finished the job either, but hey -- he could pretend. He held up his hand after Samael threw him against the wall, holding up the cut that was dripping blood. There were small droplets on the sheets of the crib where the baby was starting to squirm -- she was a good girl, didn't cry easy, which was what he needed more than anything else. He didn't need another mess like Azazel had to clean up with her grandmother.

"Whoops?" he smirked, looking back at Samael with an arched eyebrow. "Did touch a nerve, Samael?"

[smart_alec494]

When the front door of the house slammed open, Alec's body proved that eight years of Manticore training was still strong dispite the two years of civilian life. He was crouched on the floor before the banging echo had even faded

[likely_evil]

Samael held the Colt at the demon calmly. The boy was fast and quick and Samael saw him in the corner of his eye grab Samantha and get her to safety. Good. He only had to focus on the demon for a moment.

If he was too late, there was nothing he could do now.

"Didn't you learn from the first time around that this game doesn't work?" Samael sneered, his stance nothing like Sam Winchester. His head was tilted up - proud. Arrogant. The smirk of a demon boy king. His body ready to move at a moment's notice.

This was what he did. Destroyer. But this was what Sam Winchester did. Protect his family. A place where the two minds merged perfectly, and Samael had no problem letting his demon side show if it kept the family safe.

"I will not allow you to harm another member of my family as you did me. It ends here."

[hasperkynipples]

Dean was in the doorway a few minutes later, looking between Sam and what he was assuming was a demon. His eyes narrowed slightly, silently asking what had happened, and he decided to deal with the demon first instead. "How the hell did you get in here?"

Caim's eyes flashed gold -- almost yellow, you could say -- and he gave them a slow smile, before reaching over to wipe off his hand. "Your wards aren't strong enough for everything, Dean. And besides -- I'm not here to cause trouble. Just looking to drop off a present for your little girl there."

Dean's heartbeat was ringing in his ears as he started to charge forward towards the demon, looking for his daughter, who was nowhere to be found. "What did you do to her, you son of a bitch." That wasn't a question. That was a demand.

"Ask your brother," Caim smirked. "I'm sure he'd love to tell you."