Something's made your eyes go cold

"You and I need to talk."

Savannah was still pushed against the wall by the demon, who she remembered was named Dean, her wrist throbbing. Dean loosened his grip on the girl's wrist as she tugged away, rubbing the sore arm in hopes to gain back the feeling.

"I don't talk, sweetheart," the demon answered, spinning on his heel and walking back into the living room. Slowly, Savannah followed behind him.

"Well, we are going to whether you like it or not." The teenager was determined to find her friends, and she positioned herself so that she was in front of Dean with her arms crossed in front of her chest. The demon simply rolled his eyes and plopped down onto the couch behind him, moving the bowl gently to the side table next to the couch with a flick of his wrists, kicking back and placing his feet up on the living room table. Savannah narrowed his eyes at him, a rush of anger flooding through her body as she pushed his legs to the floor.

"What the hell is there to talk about? It's not like we did anything wrong," Dean retorted viciously, leaning forward on the edge of the couch. The auburn-haired girl rolled her eyes, her outside frame perfect but her insides quivered in fear. How she was going to manage to speak to a demon and not get her throat ripped out was unknown to her, but Savannah sat down next to the demonic creature in hopes to prove she wasn't frightened.

"My friends, Juliette and Molly. Do you know them?" Savannah dived straight to the point, running a hand through her messy hair, her eyes flickering from Dean to the bowl and back again.

"Do you mean did we make a bond with them?" He scoffed and leaned back into the couch cushions, closing his eyes. "Nope. Don't remember their names. Though, I don't remember anyone's name."

"That's a lie, Dean," came a sing-song voice, and Savannah craned her head over her shoulder. Behind the two on the couch stood a man in a beige trench-coat, his tie a mess and his baby blue eyes filled with an emotion the teen couldn't name. His chocolate brown hair was disheveled, and it took all of Savannah's might not to reach out and straighten it up, a tinge of OCD filling her mind.

"Get the hell out, Cas," the demon replied, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Castiel," she murmured, placing a name to a face. She took note that he was the Crazy one which was probably why his hair was such a mess. But Savannah couldn't complain because her hair was a disaster as well.

"Don't wear it out, buttercup," he replied with a wink, and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Anyway, have you made a bond with two girls named Molly and Juliette?" The angel shrugged before jumping over the couch, placing himself in between the demon and human. Savannah slipped away from the two and stood across from the men on the other side of the coffee table, growing frustrated by the minute. "You guys honestly suck."

"Let's just say we don't care."

Eyebrows furrowed together, Savannah glanced at the hallway that led into the kitchen. Standing there, leaning on the edge of the wall, was a man about 6'4 with a noticeable stubble. His hair was also like Castiel's, the teen noted, only it was more neat and it ended just at his chin. She let out a small sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. Soulless Sam, she thought.

"Of course. After all, I am talking to three freaks of nature!" Savannah huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest once again. In the blink of an eye, she let out a small squeal of surprise as Dean stood in front of her, a tight grip on her wrist once again. He blinked, his green eyes changing to completely black, and Savannah inhaled sharply.

"Call me that again, I dare you," he hissed in her ear, releasing his grip and storming back towards the couch.

She trembled a bit, watching as Sam strode over from his spot in the hallway to grab the bowl of boiling water mixed with B+ blood. Savannah's eyes widened as she realized what they were about to do. With high hopes of making sure they didn't bond with her, she tried to move in front of the three and flip the bowl over, but found her feet stuck to the ground. Savannah struggled against the unseen force, and Dean let out a mean laugh, his eyes flicking to their black state as he stared at the teen.

"Sucks to be you, doesn't it?" He mocked before blinking, his eyes returning to their normal green. He turned back to face the bowl, Sam on his right and Castiel on his left. Slowly, Dean raised his hand and the knife Savannah used to summon the three flew out of the kitchen and into his hand. Slowly but surely he dragged the dried and bloodied knife down his palm, squeezing his hand into a fist as he raised it over the bowl. A single drop of blood landed into the blood-water before he wrapped a handkerchief around his wound.

"I accept."

Savannah struggled, begging every inch of her body to move. The invisible force of both the angel and the demon held her still, and she felt a head rush as blood trickled out of her ear. Please, she begged. Don't let them finish.

Dean passed the knife to Sam who glanced at Savannah before making the same cut as Dean. Instead of one drop of blood, Sam added two before pulling his hand away from the bowl. The demon tossed his little brother a handkerchief, and he wrapped it around his wound.

"I accept."

"Stop!" Savannah screamed, eyes widened that her body obeyed her orders now. The three men turned to face the teenager. Cas had a mad-man grin, retrieving the bloody knife from Sam's grasp. "Please," the teenager pleaded, her body still frozen in place. Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks and Savannah closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to watch the three finish the bonding between all four of them, and she hated herself for even thinking a demon would answer her questions.

"I accept."

Castiel's words struck Savannah like an arrow to the heart, leaving her helpless as she fell to her knees. A small scream escaped her pale pink lips, and the top left of her back was burning. Furiously Savannah curled into a ball on the floor, the mark of the bond etching itself into her left shoulder blade. Not used to such a scorching agony, the teenager felt herself lose consciousness bit by bit, her eyelids slowly drooping.

Each of the grown men felt the mark make its way onto their necks, a small itching sensation for them since they have done this a million times before this. Sam glanced at his older brother and the angel, rolling his head and cracking his neck.

"Let's try to keep this one," the younger Winchester moved towards the sleeping body of the teenage girl on the floor, bending over and picking her up bridal style. He turned to face the other two, met with an eye roll from Dean and a hand on his shoulder from Castiel.

Together, the four disappeared.