[h3] Annabeth [/h3] 

Annabeth smiled at the fact that everyone seemed to at least be able to joke this morning.  After the trauma filled day, before, it was welcomed.  She pushed her sunglasses up on her nose, and looked to Nat, “Nat, then.  Hi!  Call me Anna…”

Saying her own shortened name caused a flash to hit her in the face, a vision of a dark cabin washed through her head.  Someone screaming, that sounded like Sam’s brother, and at the end of the vision was a smiling Sam, looking a good decade younger, but with the same smile.  She smiled at the vision, but also furrowed her eyebrows and sighed as she came out of it.

“On second thought, I’m not going to lie…I just had a vision.”, he whispered, her hands shaking as she pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and turned to Sam, “Maybe a quick breakfast before we hit the road?”

Right as she finished the sentence, Cason showed up, smiling and clapping his hands.

[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean sighed and threw his hand up at Mika’s running to grab a book.  He was so tired of books.  He just wanted to kill something.  This called for killing something, right?  Surely something that could remove eyes was something to kill.  Unless it was an angel.  Then they didn’t know how to kill them.  He worked over the thoughts in his head, calculating slowly on the outside as Bobby cleared his throat.

“Don’t hurt yourself, boy…”, Bobby muttered, stepping over to his desk slowly with a groan and a sigh.  He sat down and leaned his elbow over the desk, flipping the page in the book he had been reading before.  

Dean rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch and sitting next to Mika, much to the complaint of the old piece of furniture.  It popped with his weight but he ignored it, throwing his legs over Mika’s lap and grabbing one of the discarded books lying on one end.

“You sure there’s not a spell we can do?  Like…isn’t there something that we can call for and try to figure it out.  Maybe something in the veil, or another hunter has heard of her, and what’s going on?”, he asked Bobby.  Bobby simply looked up at him with a scowl and shook his head.

“After the nap Mika and Me took yesterday, you want to start summoning things, again?  Read the damn book, and help me find something, if you want to help your brother…idjit.”

Dean frowned and leaned his head against the back of the couch with a loud groan.  Hopefully, Sam showing up would make this less painful.


[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason smiled a bit brighter at how nice Esme was suddenly being.  It was welcomed, and he felt as if he had made strides with her, and now maybe she would trust him.  As he stared at her, and stood beside her when she asked if he was ready to go, he caught a sound in his head.  One of his demon goons was calling him.  Rolling his eyes, he spoke aloud, “Get out of here, and leave the keys in the seat.”

Turning back to Esme, he smiled and pointed a finger at her, to tell her to wait, “I’m going to check in with the others, since Samuel isn’t answering my text.  Be right back.”

He disappeared and reappeared in front of Annabeth’s chair in Sam’s room, straightening his jacket as he did so.

“So, while I’m at the diner…would anyone like a sandwich?  Esme’s car is here, and I think we’re headed out.”, he explained, without explaining his popping in.  Annabeth’s head perked up, which caused him to look down at her with soft eyes, before glaring at Sam subtly, “I figure you want to get back to your brother as soon as possible, right?