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    The woman grabbed the Athame and turned to Cas, " now, let's see how the great ghost hunter handles with his mighty blade turned against him." She said. Cas growled and pulled back, trying to get away from the two boy ghosts holding him. The little girl smiled and stood beside her mother, waiting expectantly

    Cas struggled against the two boy ghosts, not wanting himself as a test subject for whether his Athame could cut living flesh. He threw his weight against the ghosts when the woman got close and kicked up, smacking the Athame from her hand. She hissed and the two boys stepped away from him just before he got threw backwards, hitting the wall and dropping to the ground. He ran to the side and snatched his Athame. The three ghosts then tensed and stepped back. Cas slowly started walking forward, keeping an eye on the woman and her sons. It took a few minutes for him to remember that he had missed one. He hissed when the little girl leapt onto his back and sank her teeth into his scruff. He cried out and shot his elbow into his side, knocking her down to the floor then the two boys lunged forward. He managed to kill them both, but not before getting his arm ripped from it's socket

    The mother screamed in anger and pain and lunged for him. He was forced on the defensive at her relentless attacks and was just about able to drive his knife into her gut. The knife dropped to the ground and he sighed in relief, reaching over to pick it up from where he was sitting on the ground, his leg pinned down by a rough piece of floorboard the woman had ripped up and drove through his leg. A small blur raced over and grabbed his knife, hissing like an animal. The little girl stood there, growling, " you killed my mother, Theseus Cassio. Now I get to return the favour." She said in a voice way too deep and demonic for a seven year old. She stared at the knife like it was a holy artefact then threw it, watching as it stabbed into Cas's chest. She started laughing, but soon trailed off when she saw he was still sitting there, alive. She walked over and pulled it out, leaving behind no actual wound. She growled and stabbed him with it again, but with the same result. Cas used his free leg to swing round and trip her, before pulling his knife from his chest and stabbing her with it, making her vanish like the others.


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    He fell silent for a few minutes, " the few times people have tried to help, I usually end up tripping over them, but your different. You always seem to make the smart choice to stay out of the way." He said