[h3] Dean Winchester[/h3]

Dean nodded at Mika, as he looked her over, running his thumb lightly around the outside of her head wound.  He was concerned about it, but it didn’t seem to need stitches.  He brought her face to meet his eye line, by holding her cheeks to look her over, and make sure her eyes were reacting fine as he muttered, “We’re fine.  Are you okay?”

“I’m good!”, Bobby yelled from across the room, brushing dust and grime off the front of his shirt and pants.  He looked around at the warding, and then at Dean, who seemed to be the only one not knocked out by whatever the hell that thing was, “If you got any good information, now would be the time to spill it.”

Dean shook his head lightly, “I need to confirm what the guy said before then…Why don’t we pack up and head back to your place.  We can figure it out there, where we have plenty of booze and a safety net.”

Bobby couldn’t help but agree, staring down at his niece with worried eyes, “You doin’ alright?  I mean…are you good to ride, kid?”


[h3] Cason [/h3]

As Esme snapped at him about being fine, he rolled his eyes as well, seeing that she was becoming more pale by the second.  He listened to Sam’s plan and shook his head lightly, “I don’t sleep.  So, I think I’ll hang out between rooms.  I can just walk around, or I can hang out with anyone who can’t sleep.  I don’t want you….alone.  And I don’t want her without…”

Cason stopped his sentence, as he was speaking about Esme when she fell.  He reached his arms out, catching her, and gently lowering to the ground with her.  He did his best to make sure he took most of the fall, and groaned.

“…without someone to watch her.  I owe her a debt for trying to save Annabeth.  None of you could understand what that means.”

He pushed Esme’s hair out of her face, and quickly vanished with her.  After settling her in a room, near St. Louis, Missouri, he pulled out his phone and texted Sam’s number on a phone he had lifted from Bobby Singer’s car. 

[i]1113 Sycamore Drive
Arnold, Missouri
—-Already checked in, Samuel.[/i]

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth gave a relieved smile, leaning her head against Sam as he spoke, listening to his voice vibrating his chest.  She honestly didn’t care where everyone else went, but she didn’t trust him to be alone, and she didn’t feel safe alone…especially now that her eyes were gone.

She also had her powers to deal with, and try to figure out, and Sam seemed the least afraid of her.  He was the one who treated her most like a human.  And she was starting to have tiny flashes of a past life, where they were together as teenagers, but it felt brief.  He was a lot more angry, in her visions.  He was more stressed, but just as gentle and kind.  The thought made her smile against his chest.

“What about the angels?  What do we do to stay away from them?”, she asked honestly.  She thought about her powers and then Cason disappeared, his absence something she could feel, after being with him for so many months, “I guess we’ll just have to hope for the best…”

Her words came out almost as a chuckle, as she scooted back from Sam, wanting to try her legs so they could get out of there.  She swung her legs over the bed beside him, and stood carefully.

“This is going to take getting used to, the whole…no eyes thing.”