[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth smiled at Natalia, nodding her head lightly when she asked her how she was doing, “I’m honestly fine.  I slept well…”

If she had eyes, she would have cut them over to Sam, which she attempted to do with her face.  When she heard Sam’s phone beep at sending the text message to Dean, she shrugged at his question, “I could eat.  And the eye problem isn’t getting any worse, so…we could go eat.  Most of these one story hotels tend to have restaurants nearby.”

She wasn’t sure how she remembered that, or why the layout of the hotel in general felt familiar, almost like being around Sam.  She felt a small smile creep onto her face, at the smirk she heard in his.  She liked seeing him smile, what little time she was able to see his face.

“And we can’t have Natalia hungry the entire drive…”, she joked, saying Natalia’s name for the first time.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean reached out and ran a hand against Mika’s side as she started to the door, sighing at her words.  He was almost afraid to know what Sam needed to tell him, after what they had experienced with the angel in the barn.  

When the ping came in, he almost jumped, opening the message and hanging the phone down at his hip as he kissed her back quickly and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m assuming so.  He’s been up all damn night, and since when does Bobby pull an all nighter without an Irish?”

He chuckled a bit, now alone in the room and read the text message with a gasp, “Lost her eyes…?”

He whispered the words to try and understand what the hell could have been happening, but he knew he wouldn’t get answers until Sam arrived.  He stared at the message for a few seconds, running over the words again.  The girl was alive, but without her eyes.  What the hell could have happened in the short time he was gone, that would have caused that?!

[center][i] ‘No eyes is a little more than not okay, Sam.
Get here as fast as you can.
And keep her alive until she gets here.’[/i][/center]

He shoved his phone in his pocket and ran out the door and down the stairs quickly, needing to tell someone what Sam had said.  He was met at the bottom of the stairs by Bobby and a cup of coffee.

“Found something about angels.”, he muttered, shoving the cup of coffee into Dean’s hands.  Dean took it gladly, but narrowed his eyes as Bobby continued, “But nothing on any Castiel…yet.”

Dean rolled his eyes, and spoke loud enough for both of them to hear him, “Well, Sam’s got his own issues, apparently.  Turns out, little blonde girl…um…Anna, yeah she lost her eyes.”

Bobby’s eyes widened, “What the hell?”

“That’s what I said…he should be here in a few hours.  In the meantime, do we know of anything that would do something like that?”, Dean took a drink of coffee before sighing at Bobby’s shake of the head.  He threw his hands up, “Books…again.  Nice."