[b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b]

Mika smirked when Dean gave Natalia the playful finger waving threat of 'watch it you...and I mean, specifically you missy'. There was something incredibly heartwarming about the action towards his 'baby' sister. When Dean stepped out of the room with her, she walked downstairs with him and smiled whilst nodding at his remark about Natalia. "i'm glad she can too, and she missed you a lot more than she would ever admit. We're still all trying to compute how you're back ourselves, but we're very much real Dean. We'll always come back to you" She replied to him, para-phrasing the one saying she had always told him since she was eighteen and she wrote it on that note. She knew those words always stuck with him and she hoped even to this day they still have a impact on him. 

She knew he wasn't lying when he said what he did, she could hear it in his tone, see it in his body language. When this was all over all she wanted to do was get in a safe space and let him just relax beside her, to let his mind just decompress everything that was going on. Nodding at his next words, she interlocked their fingers as she grabbed his hand, squeezing it in a way to say 'we've got this, you're not alone'. He may have said 'before i chicken out' but she never knew Dean to ever bottle a challenge, and she couldn't imagine that changing now, not unless Hell really had done a lot more damage to him psychologically than she knew. 

She walked out of the hotel with him and saw Bobby giving them 'the look' of 'hurry up ya idjits!' making her roll her eyes, walking to the truck with Dean, opening the back passenger door and getting in. She didn't know if Dean would want to be in the front with Bobby or the back with her but she left it up to him. She, like Dean didn't even notice Sam in the near distance coming back and carrying Annabeth's dead body. 

[b]NATALIA WINCHESTER[/b]

THe fact that Esme could match her sass when it came to Dean's instructions made Nat smirk deciding in that moment she was going to like this woman. If she could match her snark then she was all okay in her books. With the lovebirds gone, she looked around at the state of the room and groaned slightly, knowing they couldn't stay in a room if it was covered in glass and whatever else. "I was just thinking the same thing. I'll find the cleaner's storeroom and nab a broom and such." She told her, never particularly enjoying cleaning but when it was very much needed, she just got on with it. Like Esme, she removed her own jacket, chucked it on the table that Dean was sat at earlier and went toward the door to leave, putting it on the latch so she could get back inside again without knocking and headed down the hallway. 

Finding the cleaner's storeroom, she pulled out of her back pocket her lockpicking kit, unzipped it, pulled out the items she needed and palced the bag back in her pocket before picking the door's lock as it was luckily an old school lock and letting herself inside. Turning the light on, she looked around and found some brooms and black bin bags which she took, left the storeroom closing it behind her and heading back to the hotel room. She got back inside a couple of minutes before Sam came back inside and in a state she was not expecting....

[b]SAM WINCHESTER[/b]

Through his grief, he didn't notice or sense Cason following him from behind or even pay attention to Mika and Dean leaving with Bobby. He just focused on bringing Annabeth back to the hotel as he refused to leave her alone in the school. He could at least bring her back to his room and try and figure out what to do with her body. Should he give her a hunter's funeral? Should he just bury her? He didn't know and it hurt far too much to not have the answers. He slowly made his way up to his room by climbing the stairs slowly and steadily, wanting to make sure that he didn't drop the one person he never thought he'd be reunited with. 

He knocked on the door with his elbow as he couldn't risk freeing a hand from the way he was carrying Annabeth. He barely even found himself aware of when Natalia heard the knock and opened the door, gasping at what she saw, letting him inside and then seeing Cason and narrowing her eyes at him but let him inside also. Sam just walked inside and straight to the bed in the room where he placed her down carefully, luckily being free from the mess, brushing her hair away from her face and making it neatly flow down and over her shoulders. "I'm so sorry Annabeth...." he cried.