[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth smiled at Sam’s chuckle, happy that she could make him laugh, after everything.  She wasn’t surprised in the slightest that Cason had managed to get himself shot, although, Esme didn’t seem like the panicky violent type, to her.  She thought it over, and mentally shrugged at the idea that Cason seemed at least contained, and entertained with her.

Hearing Sam’s phone vibrate, her interest was heightened, as she could feel his concern for his brother just in the air.  She stood from her chair and walked over toward the bed, where her glasses were sitting on the table, next to the clock.  Untying the scarf from the back of her head, she picked up the glasses and slipped them back onto her face.  She was thankful, because she could see light and she could see Sam.

When Natalia showed up, she turned her head toward the door as Sam answered it, and waved at her subtly when she stepped inside.  It was the first peaceful moment she had been in the same room with her, but she sort of remembered what she looked like.

“It seems like everyone’s awake, this morning.”, he whispered.


[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean grunted at the idea that Angels were something new to deal with.  The very thought of it made his skin crawl, as he still didn’t believe it himself.  He and Bobby had a long conversation the night before over the existence of Heaven and God.  The conversation hadn’t gone well, and the very thought of either of them made him feel sick.

He sighed with relief as his phone vibrated, from Sam.  Reading the message, he narrowed his eyes, wondering what could have happened while his brother was away from him.  When he had left them, things were relatively calm, and Sam was away.  

“Huh.  Apparently something happened to Sam and the others, too.  He didn’t elaborate, but he’s on his way here, I think.”, he explained to Mika as she finished dressing.  He typed a message back to Sam, with a sigh.

[i] “Is everyone okay?  Do you still have the girl?” [/i]

He then turned to the door and opened it, “If Sam’s coming, maybe he has some info we don’t.”


[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason rolled his eyes once again at her, watching her put on her jacket after shoving him.  He watched her intently, only shifting his gaze when she mentioned the diner ahead of them.  He snapped his head to it and shrugged, “It doesn’t look too terribly gross, considering everything else around.”

He snarled his nose a bit at the idea of eating in this town, considering most of the shops were dead and it was quiet.  To him, this meant either the food was really good, or really bad.  Neither really mattered, to him, as he didn’t need to eat, but alas: Esme was a human.

As he was thinking, he noticed that Esme became suddenly uncomfortable, and he turned to look behind them, his eyes and ears scanning.  He knew, just from being around her when she was with other humans, that she was intuitive in some capacity.  So, if she was feeling off, there was probably a reason.

And the reason showed itself, with the click of a hammer being pulled on a gun.  Rolling his eyes, he quickly turned around, pushing Esme behind him with his hand pressing against the small of her back.  He held a hand out to the man, “Hey.  It’s a little early in the day to get yourself killed, isn’t it?”

The man held the gun with a shaky hand and pointed it directly at Cason’s face as he stammered, “I n-need your car keys…and your wallet.”

“Well, I’m so sorry, but that’s not going to happen today.  And you really shouldn’t point that thing at someone you’re not willing to kill.”, Cason explained to the man, making sure Esme was firmly pressed to his back.  The man stepped forward, shoving the gun at Cason’s face.

“Who says I’m not?!”, the man screamed.  Cason simply smirked, until the guy uttered the next words.

“And now…the things I’m going to do to her…”

Before the man could react, Cason growled and closed the gap between them, snapping his neck with one quick motion.   The man’s body dropped to the ground with a thud, and Cason turned to Esme, huffing a bit before smiling.

“There.  That’s better.”, he quipped before grabbing one of the guys legs, and dragging him over near a dumpster, and rejoining Esme with a sigh.