[b]NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER[/b] Natalia made a point of starting to unload what they needed from her trunk, making sure to pull out Esme's jacket for her as she figured she'd want it as soon as she was awake as she was certain in the pocket were her car keys, though she didn't look inside so she could be wrong. She waited by the cars, spinning her room key round her index finger out of sheer boredom after closing her trunk door and leaned on it in the process, kicking one foot out front. She glanced around the parking lot at seeing who was around if anyone and to see how close they were to the main town. Sam didn't take too much time ing etting Annabeth to the room in question, opening the door and helping Annabeth inside, guiding her to the bed. "Okay, I'll be right back, just gonna grab the bags" he told her, "Don't answer the door, not that I expect anyone to come knocking but just incase" he told her the age old bit of advice that his brother used to tell him when he was younger, or told Natalia when they first got her out of [i]that[/i] place, hidden in their motel room and trying to discuss in hushed volumes about what to do with her, before she ended up joining them. He quickly left the room and jogged to Natalia who was still waiting and grabbed one of the bags off the ground. "That it?" he asked her, "Yeah, that'd we'd need for a night here anyway." She replied to her brother, pushing herself off her car and grabbing her bag and Esme's jacket. "looking at my key number I'm two doors down from you" she explained, with Sam nodding feeling better about her telling him how close she would be. She was still after all considered the baby sister and with how they found her all that time ago, he still worried about her. They both walked together back toward their rooms where Natalia then separated and headed to her room, with Sam unlocking his room door and entering again, "and I'm back" he told Annabeth, dropping his bag on the floor by the chair and table under the window, seeing that she had managed to change clothes pretty well and smiled to himself. "get some sleep" he suggested to her, going to his own bed and laying down on his back, tucking his hands under his head on the pillow, remaining awake for as long as he could before he fell asleep. Nat walked to her room, entered and after closing the door behind her, she threw Esme's jacket on the table and chucked her bag on the spare bed before walking over to the now free bed and letting herself just drop onto it with a sigh. This day had been far too long for her liking and she was absolutely knackered. She couldn't help but worry about how Dean, Bobby and Mika were doing but knew fretting over them would do no good in the long run. She'd just have to wait to hear from one of them with an update, even if it was through Sam. She remained flat out on the bed for a good fifteen minutes before she pulled herself up, went to her bag to grab her bathroom bag and decided to go for a shower, peeling herself out of her clothes as she walked to the bathroom, glad that for once she didn't have someone else in the room with her so she could do what she wanted. Turning the shower on, she let the water heat up to a temperature she liked, stepped inside and sighed with relief as she felt the water hit her full on. She scrubbed through her hair and saw little bits of wood splinters fall from it and onto the shower floor. Making sure not to get any of them in her feet, she continued to wash herself before feeling like she was done, exited the shower, wrapped a towel round herself and exit the bathroom. Annoyingly her room didn't have a hairdryer available unlike some of the other rooms. Grumbling in irritation she resorted to towel drying her hair as much as possible, changing into some pyjamas and decided an early night was required. It took her a matter of minutes after getting into the bed to fall asleep, practically pulling the duvet nearly completely over her head, a habit she picked up to do in the asylum. If she did that it could block out all the dangers of the asylum, from there the habit never broke. ------ By the morning Natalia wished she could have slept a bit longer but no matter how much she tried to go back to sleep she couldn't, so giving in to consciousness she did. She sat up, stretching her arms above her head, hearing the odd little click in her back as she did so and pulled herself out of bed, over to her bag and started getting dressed. Noticing her reflection in the nearby mirror she saw her hair had dried with her natural waves appearing and sighed. She pulled out a tshirt, a pair of black distressed jeans and some clean underwear, getting dressed unaware that there was a full blown argument happening in Esme's room with Cason. Sam woke up rubbing his face when he suddenly clocked that Annabeth was hugging him from behind, her face buried into his back, or more precisely into the back of his hair. Smiling to himself, he carefully peeled himself away from her just enough to turn over and brush her hair away from her face. "Morning sleepy head" he softly spoke. He lert her wake up first before he got up out of beed and headed to his bag, realising he slept in his clothes from yesterday, but then he heard a gunshot which made his head snap upwards and towards the outside like a meerkat looking for danger on a dusty desert hill. He grabbed his own handgun, tucking it into his jeans, "Stay here" he told Annabeth, carefully going outside and checking it out before seeing Cason outside smoking with a gunshot wound in his head. "What the hell did you do!?" he hushed yelled at him. [b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b] Mika was thankful for the fact that Dean was standing by just incase she did have a wobble but luckily she didn't. Nodding in agreement she let him wrap an arm around her waist and ran with him back to the truck, where she gladly got inside in the back making room for him as she just knew there was no way he'd get in the front passenger seat not after she managed to clock herself in the head. She laid her head on his shoulder when he offered it as a cushion, letting him fidget with her hands which weirdly comforted her and lulled her into a sleep. She slept for a good chunk of the ride back to Souix Falls, and was awake for around the last half hour of the trip, sighing when they did make it back seeing the all too familiar homme she grew up in. Getting out she stretched a little before smirking at her uncle's comment, "you always need coffee" she quipped back at him, taking Dean's hand and walking inside with him. With the two of them, she too welcomed getting a drink as well as taking some painkillers for the headache she had, before she told them both she was heading to bed first for the night, which she did. She slept right through the night undisturbed, probably for the first time in months if she was honest with herself.