Basement

In the basement of an old and murky house was one angry man with matches.
He was repeating some kind of incantation over and over. Suddenly there was a somebody with him in the room and he didn't hesitate and throw the lit match in a holy oil.
"Hello Dean-o, ouch, why..."
"Cut it off Gabriel, you have only one option here, leave my little brother alone and I'm gonna let you go."
"Well, I can't exactly say no to this, can I? But don't forget that your brother can make his own decisions even if you don't like it..."