[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth shrugged her shoulders at Cason when he asked about breakfast.  She could tell that he was softened up this morning, which meant he was having a nice conversation.  That much she knew about him from dating him.  She sighed and shrugged her shoulders at him, “I guess I’ll just take what Sam got…”

“Yes, ma’am…”, Cason muttered with a smile, remembering the orders.  He pointed a finger around the room, “I’ll be right back.  Get your stuff together.”

Cason seemed ultra worried and bossy this morning, and his mind only seemed to be on Esme.  Anna could help but noticed how obsessed or possessive he was acting.  But at the same time, he wasn’t her problem anymore.  

As he disappeared again, she sighed.

“What are the car arrangements this time around?  We have an extra car, so we don’t have to cram up in two this time.”, she gave a light laugh.


[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason disappeared from Sam’s room and showed up in front of Esme at the diner with a piece of paper in his hand.  He smiled at her, and pushed a loose hair behind her ear, before stepping up to the counter and giving the orders to the waitress working it.  He stepped back over to Esme and smiled.

“So, your car is outside the hotel, officially.  I’m grabbing food for the others, to try and extend and olive branch, if you will.  Then, we are headed to Sioux Falls, so that the brothers can do their…thing.  So, I guess we are headed out after the food comes up.  Are you good to drive?”, he asked her, looking over her with concern.


[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean felt ganged up on, as they both shot down his idea of spell casting and his complaints about reading.  Everyone in this house knew that he hated the books.  He loved the information Bobby could find in them, but he himself hated books.  A lot of times, the books came up with dead ends or such huge gaps that ended up almost getting people killed.  But no one had died yet…

He sighed, reading through his book about Angels.  As he did so, things from the conversation with Castiel flooded into his brain.  Castiel had brought him back from Hell, brain intact, body intact.  Castiel needed him for a God Mission.  

“He said he had work for me…”, he muttered, reading over a paragraph of text about nephilums and humans within the context of the Bible, “What if the work has something to do with Sam, or that girl Anna?  What if heaven wants me to murder my brother, or some kid…”

He didn’t even know how close to right he was at that time, but as the thoughts swirled around in his head, he stared at the pictures in his book and frowned, before glancing back up at Mika as Bobby spoke.

“It wouldn’t be that shocking, honestly.  There’s sibling murder, parents murdering kids, and all kinds of junk along those lines in the Bible.  But typically, there’s a reason for all of it…like some type of evil being stopped or a part of a grand gesture to God.”, Bobby explained, taking a drink of whiskey, “And we haven’t exactly seen much proof of the big man, or what his plans are…just an angel in a trenchcoat who was feeling grabby.”

Dean stared off a bit as Bobby explained what he had read.  Bobby finished off by pushing the book he was reading across the counter with a sigh, “At the moment, until Castiel decides to show back up, there’s not much we can do.  Maybe your brother knows something.  Missing eyes sounds like something.”

Dean nodded, his eyebrows still furrowed as his eyes traveled to Mika.  He pulled his book back up toward his face, but put it down again directly after, “Fighting angels to keep from killing my brother.  This is not something I expected, when thinking about my life…”

He gave a small laugh, and bit his lip.