[h1] AnnaBeth and Cason [/h1] 

Annabeth wrenched her hand away from Natalia, “Don’t touch me! I don’t know you…and what do you mean what am I?”

She had clearly blacked out during the attack, although her hands were hot.  She stared at Cason with narrowed eyes, nearly growling.  Cason waved the puff of smoke away from his face, shaking his head and placing the hand over his chest.

“I guess I have nothing to lose, right?  Here…put these on before you kill someone.  Well…before you kill me.  Explaining you to you is going to be a little more difficult.”, he muttered, pulling a pair of mittens from his pocket, “They have been soaked in salt water.  I don’t know if they will work, with her brain stuff still being loose, but I figure it’s worth a shot.  I can’t afford to lose this meatsuit.”

Annabeth stared at the mittens, and crossed her arms, “Why don’t you answer questions first?”

“Put the mittens on.  Dean Winchester is alive.  Sam Winchester is…still…alive.  I’m not the enemy here, but there’s a lot for you to learn.”, he shook the mittens at her, before smirking at Natalia, “See-“
He turned to Esme, “I’m the good guy here.”

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[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

The drive to Pontiac seemed longer than he had remembered the drive to Bobby’s.  At some point during the drive, Dean had leaned his head over on Mika’s shoulder in the backseat and had drifted off to sleep.

Images of Hell had him groaning, and whimpering the entire time.  But he slept soundly on the outside, his body forcing him to stay asleep.  When they pulled into the parking lot, he hadn’t noticed the car stopping until Bobby removed his hat and swung it at him.

“Wake up Princess…we’re here!”, Bobby quipped, causing Dean to jump with a small yelp, glaring at Bobby and wiping drool from his mouth, “You guys sure you’re ready for this?”

“I mean…not really.”, Dean whispered, glancing uncertainly at Mika, as he opened his door.  This wasn’t going to go well, he could feel it.