[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth was still sitting at the table with her hands on Sam’s bag when he walked back in.  She turned her head toward the door to acknowledge him and sighed, “So, what was that all about?  I’m assuming either a murder, or it was Cason.”

She didn’t honestly know what Cason was up to, but she knew that he had a way of rubbing people the wrong way.  Someone shooting him, or him losing his temper and shooting some random guy wouldn’t surprise her at all.  

She raised her hand up to the scarf still around her head and smirked, deciding to joke with Sam about her mostly blindness, “By the way…you look handsome today…”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason rolled his eyes heavily at Esme refusing to take his hand after not reacting to his abs in her face.  He was truly playing games with her, testing limits.  Normal stuff.  He noticed she was looking for her jacket, which he kinda remembered Sam mentioning earlier.

“I’ll be right back…”, he muttered, disappearing from the room.  He reappeared in Natalia’s room, next to her table.  Without much hesitation, he grabbed the jacket, and smiled briefly at Natalia as she dressed, “Good morning!”

He then disappeared and reappeared in Esme’s room with her jacket in his hand.  He held it up with a bright smile, just as she walked over to him.  He stepped up close to her and shoved the jacket into her chest, “You might need this…”

Watching her brush past him again, he rolled his eyes and grabbed his own coat, jogging to catch up with her as she left the room.

“You pick.  I’ll pay.”, he spoke, jogging up beside her and brushing his arm with hers, “I’ll just make sure to hide the knives.”


[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean smiled at her sleepy state, moving to allow her to sit up as he shrugged, “We didn’t find much.  There’s not a lot of magical winged things in the world that don’t lead back to what the dude said…”

He stopped his words and sighed with his eyes closed, “I think he might be an Angel, like he said.  But Bobby’s still looking.”

He opened his eyes and noticed the cut for the first time in the conversation, reaching a hand up to touch around the outside of it, happy that the swelling had gone down.  At her last question, he shook his head.

“Nah.  I’m gonna check in on Sammy here in a few.  It’s not like him to be this quiet, honestly.  And we need to fill him in on what happened last night.  Hopefully, he had a good break.”, he joked a bit, wondering if his brother had been relaxing while they were gone, since he hadn’t heard from him, and he was surrounded by people when they left him.  He stood from the bed and pulled out his phone, texting Sam.

[i] “Hey.  We need to talk.  Where are you?” [/i]