[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean attempted to take in everything Castiel had said, even just in that last few sentences.  He took a deep breath, and furrowed his brow, trying to maintain his look of defiance in the face of…well…God and his angels.  It was something that almost made him laugh, internally.

Stepping forward, he planned to get a bit closer to the angel, maybe against his better judgement.  However, as he stepped, the angel finished talking and disappeared with a loud flutter of wings.  Dean raised his hands in defense of his face, briefly, before turning back to where the angel had stood.

He could barely breathe, after this insanity.  He noticed Mika on the ground, turning toward her and then back toward Bobby.  He decided on grabbing Mika first, as he saw Bobby stirring on his own.

“Bobby, you alright?”, he called out across the room at him.  Bobby simply nodded as he sat up, checking his body for wounds or bruises.  He was fine, but you can’t be too safe.

Running over to Mika, Dean skidded the last few feet on his knees, grabbing her face in his hands and lifting her head in front of his face, “Hey hey hey…Mika, you good?  Look at me…”

They needed to regroup with Sam, and Natalia. Maybe even bring some of the strays into the group, as they could use all the hands they could find.  He gripped a hand around the top of Mika’s arm, helping her up a bit, while also hugging her to him.  He pressed his palm lightly against the cut on her forehead, “I got you…”


[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason watched Esme stagger around as he stepped into the small bathroom.  She looked awful.  But then again, human hunters always seemed to look under the weather.  They were fragile, and thus, the reason he usually chose not to get close to, or really interact heavily with humans.  He finished washing the blood off his hands, as best he could, and turned to her with a grin.

“Yeah.  I feel like I owe you.”, he muttered, staring at her with a serious look.  He cleared his throat after realizing he was staring, and felt a bit more relaxed than he had before, “I’m protecting that one you were sewing on, in there.  Sadly…I think I’m attached to her, you know, human emotions.  I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but consider me in your debt.”

He shrugged, pressing his lips together to let her know he was serious, but didn’t know what she wanted to do with the information.

“Now.  I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom, his hand out in front of Esme to try and help keep her from falling.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth took a deep breath and let it out slowly when Sam told her that he got out safely, and the demons were gone.  She hadn’t been able to lay a good set of eyes on Sam, after what had happened.  So, she wasn’t completely sure he was physically alright, until he confirmed it.  

As he began cleaning the blood from her chest, she looked down at where he was wiping, instinctively.  Once again, it hit her that she was mostly blind.  In fact, she was blind, in the true sense of the word.  But she could feel shapes and colors. She could feel Sam’s touch most of all.  

She leaned her head back, allowing him room to clean her off as best he could.  Hearing familiar footsteps, she reached out and touched his wrist as Cason lightly leaned through the door way of the bathroom.

“Because I would hate for everyone to die a horrible and mundane death, I am going to suggest that we pack up our shit…and go to a different hotel.  This one isn’t in the greatest of shape.”, Cason spoke matter of fact, and raised his eyebrows, “I could get….say….two rooms?  Three rooms?  Sam what do you think?”

Annabeth held Sam’s wrist a little tighter as Cason spoke about leaving the hotel.  She knew the room was in terrible shape, but she also knew that leaving could mean being split up, and she didn’t know if she was prepared to be alone with anyone…except Sam.

“I’ll ride with you.”, she whispered to Sam.