[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth sighed sleepily as she heard Sam’s voice in her ear, just as she was waking up from him turning over.  She gave a soft smile, placing her mouth below the blanket before muttering, “Good morning…”

As he left the bed, she groaned, not wanting his warmth to be gone.  It felt cold in the hotel room, so at least the air conditioning worked well.  She sat up carefully, almost forgetting that she had tied the bandana around her head in the middle of the night.  She was pretty thankful, since she didn’t want Sam to have to look at her face much, without a cover.

At the gunshot, she jumped and tried to locate Sam with her ears before he spoke.  She nodded her head in his general direction, and left the bed.  She didn’t want to stay, but she remembered back to the last time she hadn’t listened to him.  So, she stepped over carefully and slipped her boots on her feet without tying the laces.  She then sat down at the table, Sam’s bag nearby in case she needed a weapon.

[h3] Sam and Cason - collab [/h3]

Cason leaned against the bricks of the hotel, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette he was smoking.  When Sam Winchester bolted out of a door nearby, he rolled his eyes.

“What did I do?!”, he asked, his cigarette between his lips causing his speech to be muttled.  He stared up at the larger man and pointed at his forehead, which was still oozing blood as the bullet made it’s final push to leave his skin, “Bitch shot me in the head!”

"what did you do to make her shoot you in the head?" he asked him, slightly relaxing when he saw it was just Cason, but not fully letting all tension leave his shoulders just yet. He couldn't help but glance his eyes toward the room Esme would be in before looking back at Cason once more." seriously, she doesn't seem the type to shoot you for no reason" he added before Cason could reply.
Cason rolled his eyes once more, as the bullet dropped onto the ground between them, and his forehead healed itself. He shrugged his shoulders, "I touched her in her sleep, and not even in a sexy way, ya know? And when she woke up, she shot me in the head. Apparently, she's allergic to concern…"

Sam rose an eyebrow when Cason worded his reply in the way he did, it only lowered bsck down when he said it wasn't in a sexy way. "I should hope not." he simply replied, meaning about the not touching in her sleep without her consent. That was not a topic he wanted to talk about a second time in his life about another woman. "okay...fine" he said back with a sigh. "is she okay now?" he asked.

Cason turned his eyes to face the window Esme was behind, before he shrugged his shoulders and reached a hand up to rub the spot where the bullet hole had been, "I dunno. She yelled a lot. She threw a tantrum, and either she's seething in here, or she took a shower like...a human.”

He narrowed his eyes and pointed at Sam's chest, "And How's Anna? I know she stayed with you, because of her...stuff. But I mean, she lost her eyes. I can't imagine she's taking it well. Has she mentioned me?”

Sam listened and hoped Esme was indeed alright, hoping she managed to get a shower to calm down. It did seem like an utter overreaction to an poor decision mistake. He glanced back toward his room and then back at Cason, shaking his head. "she basically just fell asleep last night. Woke up to her hugging me but that's it. She didn't really talk at all last night to be honest" he told him. He wasn't going to lie to the demon, no matter what weird human emotion he seemed to have grown for her. "I'm guessing she's holding up as well as one would to losing their eyes." he added.

Cason nodded slowly, a slight feeling of jealousy rolling up into his chest as he stood with Sam. He tossed his cigarette out into the parking lot and turned to re-enter his room, "You see to it that she's safe, until she wises up and understands that running with the Winchesters is the quickest path to exactly what she experienced the other night. She'll see who you really are, and when that happens...I'll be out of your hair. But if she dies...well...that'll be a different conversation for us…"

Sam sighed, partially rolling his eyes at Cason's warning. "yeah yeah, heard it all before" he said, brushing off the warning before he turned on his heels and headed bsck to his own room. "oh," he spoke up, pausing before going in, "Tell Esme Natalia has her jacket" he told him before walking back inside the room.

Cason sighed at Sam not acknowledging his warning.  He huffed a few times, waving him off about the jacket, and stepped into his room.  He didn’t expect to see Esme in a towel when he stepped in, quickly diverting his eyes from her to the wall next to her with a clearing of his throat.

“So you, uh…took a shower.”, he muttered, his eyes fighting to stay off her body, even though it was covered by a towel. He inwardly groaned at how stupid his mind was acting right then.  He cleared his throat again and bit his lip.

“Um…the um…the bullet fell out.  So, there’s that.  How are you feeling now?”, he stammered.




[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean groaned a bit as he sat up from his spot at the kitchen table.  He had spent all night going through books with Bobby for some hint of what they were dealing with, with angels.  At some point in the night, he figured the whiskey had taken hold and caused him to fall asleep.
He stood from the table and slowly walked to the stairs, scratching his head.  He ascended, a little worried about Mika’s shape, although the head wound she had was miniscule.  He still worried about her, constantly.

He pushed the door to her room open carefully and snuck in.  Taking his place on her side of the bed, he leaned over her in a sort of hug, leaning down to her ear with a small kiss, “We have work to do…”

He whispered the words in her ear with a slight smirk, before giving her cheek a small kiss.