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    [size=11pt]OC: There is no bar in Azrael and Anthony's bedroom, but let's just say she is seeing Anthony through her head as he is dragged unconsciously out of the room.[/size]


    [size=11pt]IC: To help Cocoa The Book Of The Dead flashed it's green color making the rosary illuminate off the high ceilings. The wooden beads were wrapped tightly around the book with a sticky note pressed to the top of it.
    In Azrael's writing it wrote
    Please don't loose yourself while I'm gone. Protect my book and don't get to drunk
    You know we aren't one without each other
    -Yours forever, Azrael-


    "Hey, buddy, come on." Delilah slapped his face, but his body still was hunched over in the back of the Winchester's car. Around his wrists were silver handcuffs that were making a sizzling noise against his skin. Sam held a silver blade ready to stab the unholy beast, but it was like the animal hybrid was out of reach.
    "We take him, I'll look online and try to find out how to kill him, but if silver is our only answer we better be armed when he awakes, because I feel like he's going to be spitting hell fire at us." Sam twirled the blade around and held the base out for the girl who took it hesitantly and put it against Anthony's cheek getting the sound of burning. She took it off seeing the dark red patch of skin that rose slightly.
    Sam shook his head and went to the front seat turning on the car wondering what this man wanted for him, he certainly knew that Dean was in purgatory, but to put whip cream on the cake he also knew that Castiel was in purgatory. They drove off with Delilah putting the knife against the man's chest ready to stab him if he would to awake. [/size]

    Cocoa saw the whole exchange, she knew Anthony's pain, even if he was too drunk to feel it himself. Cocoa's eyes flashed red at the edges as she worked to keep herself calm, she needed to eat first. Cocoa took a deep breath and unwrapped the rosary from the book. She pulled off the sticky note, putting it back on the book quickly. Cocoa broke the key on the rosary, still confused. Why would Anthony lock his blood up, it didn't make any sense. But, she was obviously still not processing all the information at full capacity. Her papa was being held captive by humans, by hunters, and here she was needing food before she could even attempt to help him. Cocoa was downright pissed, and she wanted to rip someone's head off, but she was useless if she couldn't even fight at full strength.


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    [size=11pt]IC: Anthony was taken to the bunker where he was locked in the tiny pentagram and wrapped in silver chains. When he woke he was groggily, but he noticed people were around him.
    "What's up?" He slurred to them, but he caught eyes with Sam his eyes flashed red.
    "Good morning sleep beauty, you like your decorations?" Delilah asked. Anthony broke the handcuffs and brought his hands to rub at the red skin. Her face was horrified as Sam held out the silver knife making him roll his eyes and laugh.
    "What are you going to do Winchester, you wish for your brother safe, I wish for my angel to be safe." He deadpanned standing up and shaking off the chains.
    "You want Castiel to be safe?" Sam asked and Anthony face twisted into disgust.
    "What? No, hell no, not that b-stard. My angel Azrael, the angel of death. You met him, he goes under the name Ian." He tried and Delilah gasped.
    "You mean that man isn't a demon?!"
    "Absolutely not, when he was under my spell I gave him my juice and gave him demon qualities."
    "I'm confused." Sam muttered and Delilah was backing up as Anthony walked out the circle with a look of boredom, he wanted a fight, not a walk in the park.[/size]

    Cocoa watched and started giggling. She as told Anthony 'Dont hurt them papa. You should bring one home. I like the big one. Can I meet the big one papa?' Cocoa giggled a bit more, watching through Anthony's eyes. She hurried back down the steps, closing the door behind her. She still held the key in her hand. She followed Anthony's scent, the little Fury had heard Rimmon talking about it one time, when the fallen angel had taken the both away and up to heaven. Rimmon had something about Anthony binging on blood from his stash in the lower levels. So Cocoa followed the scent trails that connected accurately with timeline. Only a few, she skipped a few steps as she came to the open door. Her smile was wide, but her eyes tinged a bit more with red. The smell of blood inside driving her a bit more crazy. Cocoa hurried inside grabbing the first bottle she came across. She popped the cork, it wasn't very old, or high quality, but she was just looking to quench the hunger in her. She could tell she was much too pale for her own safety. Cocoa downed the bottle quickly and grabbed one another, about the same quality and age.


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    [size=11pt]IC: The cellar had many qualities of blood, on a shelf was a couple of pictures and a flask laying beside it leaking old blood. The pictures varied from black and white and Sepia. Some were of Anthony in the Spanish uniform, one of a picture of random people, but you could see Anthony off in the background fixing a cannon a ship. Another of just a headshot of Ian holding a baby Mallory scowling at the camera. A family portrait, minus Kayson. They seemed to hold a great possession of Anthony's as well as a black key sitting on the top on the flask that had a clock on the front of it. It seemed to be a house key.


    "What is your name?" Anthony was asked as he leaned against the wall.
    "Fury." He huffed and Sam furrowed his eyebrows.
    "Furry?"
    "No, not some person in an animal suit, the feeling of complete white fire anger, Fury." Anthony said in a snappish attitude making Delilah giggle.
    "You are named after a feeling?" Sam asked sitting on a seat.
    "My given name is Antonio, some people call me Anthony, but that is out of question. We aren't even close to friends or relatives." He smirked as Delilah sat on the table.
    "Why were you at a bar?" She asked and he sighed.
    "To get drunk, any other questions?"
    "Do you need anything?" Sam tried to be a nice guest to the one man Cerberus in front of him.
    "A sandwich and a pill for my splitting head ache, that would be nice broad shoulders." He smiled making the man huff and leave the room as Delilah looked at the sullen man. He was different than the last time she met him. He seemed more fatherly.


    'No, only the blood in the cellar will do.'[/size]

    Cocoa slowed down after finishing the second bottle. Her hunger mostly sated, she grabbed a higher quality bottle, not extremely high, more like something you just sip at. The Fury closed the door behind her as she left the cellar, yawning a bit. Cocoa headed out looking around the building, she had seen most everyone since she had been out, she didn't know anything that had happened. Ian and Kayson were the only ones that she hadn't seen so far. It put her off a bit, she worried a little, but if something had went wrong Anthony would have told her, right?


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    [size=11pt]IC: "Here's your sandwich." Sam slapped the white plate down on the table as Anthony looked over like it was kind of scum.
    "You do good, Sammy." He hummed picking the plate up and examined it closer. "Is that blood?" He asked them as his finger skimmed the tip of the sandwich and stuck the redness in his mouth. His teeth grew from the spiked taste and his eyes went a deep red. "Where did you get Azrael's blood?" He snapped as he set the sandwich down.
    Sam produced the flask Anthony always had in his jacket pocket. The Fury hands scrambled pressing his hand to his chest as he felt nothing.
    "Give that back!" He yelled his teeth going sharper than any knife.
    "Not until you tell us why you know an angel and how you know that my brother in purgatory." They seemed to play monkey in the middle with the silver flask that was a dear gift from Azrael.
    "Azrael is like my husband, he took me when he went out of the cage in Hell. His job is to run purgatory, now give it back before your blood stains these holy walls." His upper lip curled as he was suddenly shot with a silver bullet by Delilah. His hands found his chest where it hit immobilizing his body as he fell to his knees laying on the pentagram.
    "You'll get it back, don't worry." Sam smirked as he and Delilah left the room letting Anthony wither in pain as he was sending panicking messages to Cocoa.[/size]

    Cocoa froze, eyes wide. She couldn't make her body move, she felt the pain, through Anthony's mind. Her eyes tinged red for a second, her teeth sharpening. After a few seconds she regained control of her body and she quickly told him 'I'm coming papa. I'll be there in a few seconds...' Although the young Fury had no idea where he was, she knew the bar he had been at. Or its surroundings anyway. She could track him form there. She held the bottle tight, feet flying over the ground, running with a speed that almost matched Anthony's. She slammed into the door, knocking it open with ease. She didn't care if the door closed or not, she didn't care what Anthony said or tried to tell her to do, Cocoa was going after him. Especially now that he was in real pain. Pain that caused her own chest to hurt. Her eyes grew to a scarlet red, the closer to the bar she got, her teeth growing even sharper and longer, but not as long, yet, as Anthony's.


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    [size=11pt]IC: "We can't just leave him there! He dented a car just for fun, what do you think he'll be capable of doing when he's angry!" Delilah growled and Sam sighed and looked away
    "It was quick thinking, but now I need to pray." Sam mumbled as he turned spilling the small gallon of blood on the table in front of him as Delilah stared at him like he was crazy.
    "Uh, if your listening, Azrael." Sam put his hands in a fruitful way as she slowly caught on what she was doing. "My brother had recently died, I wish for you to protect him since you are the angle of death." He smirked


    "The cut the crap you cheeseball." Sam practically jumped out of his skin as a person dressed in a white with a quick walk as he came up the steps. "Your brother is in purgatory and you have my animal's flask." He snatched the silver flask and looked it over for any dents.
    "Woah, your different." Delilah gasped, now that he wore the cloak he seemed angelic and his face seemed brighten and almost sudective.
    "Thank you for the compliment." He deadpanned as he screwed back on the cap and put it in a pocket of the cloak and sat down and folded his hands.
    "Go on, you wish for my help, I read minds, but in the same way I should be furious because he shot my lover with a silver bullet." He grumbled and Sam wanted this angel out of his head, he felt like he was searching through his brain and Delilah suddenly had an intense headache[/size]

    OOC: This is pre-bunker so, they're jus tin some motel room, yeah?


    IC: Cocoa slid to a halt nose sniffing furiously. Her eyes locked on a parking space, it had been filled already by something else, but it didn't matter. It still smelt of Anthony. Just the smallest little scent and she could track it. Maybe she would get lucky. Cocoa sniffed around the edges of the parking lot, searching for just the smallest whiff of him. Finally her nose caught and her head snapped to the side. She walked along the trail, following it, slowly at first, then picking up the pace rapidly. Cocoa ran full speed ahead, nose never stopping to take long breaths, only sniffing at the air.


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    [size=11pt]IC: "You truly want me to watch over your brother, is that true?" He asked and Sam suddenly felt guilty, having someone sort him down to a science was different from any therapist.
    "Is he ok?" Delilah asked meeting the eyes of the angel who narrowed his eyes
    "It has become my job to protect both men. This doesn't suddenly mean I jump into fights they get in, but truly I follow them and give them advice through their heads. I created the place so I know every corner and crevice." He muttered to them as he put his nose to the air
    Sam wouldn't lie, he was surprised, all the other Angels he encountered didn't have a certain job or actually take pride in.
    "You have Anthony? Where is he?" Azrael suddenly swerved the topic and Delilah felt her stomach drop at the sound of his name.
    "In the basement." She said in quotes. She got a sharp head cock that she would only assumed dogs did, but Azrael seemed to be normal. "The bathroom, shot." He whispered jerking her thumb back to the room where they dragged the man.
    Azrael's eyes glowed the angelic blue and the sound of Anthony groaning in the room. "I would advise you hunters to not mess with my husband. Pregnant people are emotional." He deadpanned and disappeared with a flutter of wings. Sam and Delilah just seemed to stare at each other as they listened to Anthony trying to get up[/size]

    Cocoa jumped climbing the wall and vaulting over into the back parking lot. Her eyes immediately picked out a car that had Anthony's scent all over it. She ran over, sniffing it furiously, before she growled eyes snapping to a motel door. Cocoa didn't want to get stabbed or shot, not like Anthony. It would be counterproductive to go in without some kind of thought process. She thought back on the short time she had been alive. What was the best way to approach the situation? Her mind wandered back to the first day she had met both Kayson and Anthony. She remembered him turning into a puppy and terrorizing one of the workers. She thought hard about how to do it, then she just let instinct take over. Within seconds she had turned from a red-eyed teenager, to a yearling Australian Shepherd. Cocoa looked down at her foot and took a breath. Then she snapped her jaws around it, she didn't let go, despite the searing pain. She had to make it believable. Besides she would heal quickly. She just needed long enough to get inside and find out where Anthony was. She hobbled over, still not letting go of her paw. Then she barked loudly, sounding as pain as she could.


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    [size=11pt]IC: "A dog?" Delilah asked as she opened the door.
    "It might be one of Anthony's friends. We already got the talk from Azrael." Sam muttered looking at the dog. "I don't want to see another dog or so help me I'll hit it with Baby." He shook his head as he grabbed the gun loaded with silver bullets. He heard Anthony fall again, he didn't know when he would actually get up and start fighting.[/size]

    Cocoa whined loudly, leaning heavily against the door. She bit down harshly onto her leg again, keeping the wounds from healing up. Blood easily smeared across the fur on her chest, making her look even worse than she already did with the deep bites in her leg.


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    [size=11pt]IC: "Come on, don't be heartless." Delilah pushed open the door farther and motioned for the dog to come into the motel
    "AZRAEL!" Sam was startled hearing Anthony's pitiful whine and then more words were mumbled, he wondered if Anthony was either praying or Azrael was doing something to him in that room. [/size]

    Cocoa stumbled inside, eyes darting around the room. They landed on the bathroom door when she heard Anthony's yell.she looked down as her canines grew sharper, poking out from mouth. Her leg began to heal once more, and she knew she had to act quickly or risk being caught.


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    [size=11pt]IC: "What do dogs like? Kibble, bones, flesh?" Delilah asked and Sam gave her quizzical look before turning to the bathroom door and tried listening in.
    "Sh-t, before bringing me back to life take the d-mn bullet out." He heard Anthony sneer and more grunts and fiddles happened in the over sized bathroom.
    "Antonio seems out of it, we just wait for him to get out and we shoot him again." Sam explained as he pointed to the gun on the table.
    "Alright Fido-hater." Delilah hissed as she cocked the gun.[/size]

    Cocoa couldn't help the small growl that escape when she heard them talking. Then she looked up when she heard the gun cock. She watched Delilah closely and then her eyes flashed red. She couldn't help the reaction. So instead of waiting for them to notice she attacked. But instead of the cute little yearling Aussie, with a wounded leg, she was the teenage girl. Her eyes full on red, teeth no longer being hidden. She headed straight for the guns, knowing they were a potential threat.


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    [size=11pt]IC: Delilah dropped the gun in slight panic and Sam looked back to see the rabid human.
    "COCOA, STOP!" Anthony banged on the door trying to get her attention as Sam slowly pulled a knife from the back of his pants and Delilah jumped on the kicking Cocoa in the face with quick effort[/size]

    Cocoa tensed up lifting her head a little. Her eyes were still red, and her teeth much longer than normal, but she stopped anyway. She backed up slightly, glancing over her shoulder at the door. Then back to the two humans and growled. She wanted to rip them apart, and every instinct told her to do so. She saw the shine of the metal gun and sprinted forwards grabbing it, pushing Delilah away as she hurried back towards the door again. Cocoa held the gun loosely, staring at Sam and his knife. She said carefully "Anthony...Are you ok?" She was careful not to take too deep of a breath, knowing she would absolutely loose it if she did.