Dean chuckled at the idea of playing spin the bottle.  Other than his sister, that could be fun, right?  Shrugging, he looked down at the girls and fell to the floor, on his ass with his legs crossed.  He then stopped himself and glanced over at Esme, narrowing his eyes at her for a second.

“So, Truth or dare?  I don’t know if you ladies want to play with me…”, quipped, “No stripping.  I haven’t worked out much since I’ve been in hell.”

His smile faded, but he quickly got it back and nodded his head to the side, “I need to talk to that one, for just a second. Someone get me a bottle, we'll be back.”

He stood up, and reached a hand out to Esme.  He just had a few questions.  They might be questions she couldn't or wouldn't want to answer, but a lot of what was happening was too coincidental for his taste.

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Annabeth leaned her head back, confused as to Sam allowing her to come with him.  He really was the softer of the two brothers.  She had no idea what to expect when they got to where he was headed, but she didn't want to let him out of her sight.  If he died, or worse...she would have no answers.  And to be honest, she liked being around him.  He quieted her mind.  Still surprised, she nodded at his request for her to follow his instructions.

“It’s a deal.  I mean…it’s just recon, right?  What could go wrong?”, she asked, glancing over at the rest.  She looked up at him and smiled, “I’m honestly just glad I’m missing that…and you don't know what answers you're going to find out there.  Honestly, I'm pretty scared."

She reached a hand out and touched his hand, taking a deep breath.  Even his skin was calming, "Better than xanax...", she laughed under her breath, hoping he hadn't heard it.