[b]NATALIA AND SAM[/b]

Natalia listened to what Benjamin had to say about what he was and from what he said she couldn’t help but smirk slightly and roll her eyes. The very idea that he thought he would feel safer and receive help from the Winchester family was quite frankly utterly hilarious to her. They had nothing but bad experiences with witches. Witches had nothing but try to hurt her brothers so she was dubious about Benjamin saying not all of them were bad. “oh we know they’re not all old women and the like but we also haven’t met a good witch, warlock, mage or whatever you wanna call yourself so call me skeptical if you’re gonna hang around myself and my brothers” she warned him.

Sam looked up when Cason decided he was going to be the one who would go after Esme but when he just felt he [b]had[/b] to make one last dig at him verbally about looking after Annabeth, he narrowed his eyes at him giving the look that said ‘not the time’ then looked back down at Annabeth. He saw her touch her chest which made him look even more sadly at her, feeling bad that she had been put through such an ordeal because of him. He couldn’t see the very fact that if this Samael Angel wanted her and was after her anyway, it wouldn’t matter where she was or who she was with, she would have possibly ended up in the same situation or worse anyway. As she touched his face, he didn’t even care that she was smearing her blood on him, that could be wiped off later, as he closed his eyes reveling in her touch that he once knew as a kid. “I’m fine, I got rid of the demons and got us out of there” he told her, trying to keep his voice soothing but it was wavering. He took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, hoping the action would help reinforce what he told her. 

He helped her sit up and let her look at him, amazed at how she could muster even the smallest of smiles, but it brought one to his own lips as well. He then glanced around trying to find something to wipe clean her chest, when he decided to just rip the bottom of his shirt instead and use that as a makeshift towel. “I’m just gonna wipe some of this blood off of you okay?” he told her before placing the fabric of his shirt on her and wiping as much he possibly could without spreading it too much further on her. He could tell that from where Natalia was, she also giving him the look of ‘we need to talk about hoe you did that alone’ but for now he needed to ignore that. 

[b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b]

She squeezed Dean’s hand back to him when he first squeezed hers, hoping that she was of some comfort to him even if he didn’t like her being around in the possible danger zone. Little did they both know that whether she was here in the barn or back at the pretty destroyed hotel room, both were what she would call a danger zone. She walked beside him when he walked up to Bobby and watched on as they went to finish the summoning spell, keeping ahold of the shotgun that Bobby had now put into her hands. She gave it a quick check over out of habit and when the men confirmed they were ready to do this, she stepped out of the way behind the table and other items in the barn. She recognized that Bobby was choosing an old Latin incantation to try which in her eyes was probably the best choice to go with.
When nothing seemed to happen at first she wondered if it even worked, just like Dean did until the shattering of lights and the doors to the barn bursting open along with what seemed like… thunder? Made them all cower to protect themselves from everything going haywire around them, making her feel like it was the hotel all over again.

She wondered what on earth it was that they summoned, she had to force herself to not move from her spot when a dishevelled man in a trenchcoat appeared claiming he was the one who pulled Dean out of Hell. She wanted more answers unlike Dean and Bobby who decided to shoot first. She did however aimed her shotgun in the direction of Castiel but she was going to remain the backup as promised to Dean.

When neither Bobby’s attempted attack of shooting the man worked and neither did Dean’s attempt of going at Castiel with Ruby’s knife, she went wide eyed wondering what the hell could take a demon killing knife to the chest and not even flinch. She raised her shotgun once more and was about to fire off a round or two when she watched Castiel raise his hand toward herself and Bobby. Next thing she was aware of was closing her eyes and dropping to the floor like a dead weight, just about missing the edge of the table with her head, only to have hit her head on the barrel of her shotgun when she landed on the floor, lightly cutting her forehead in the process.