[h3] Cason and Annabeth [/h3]

Cason released Esme as they landed, his face turning to concern when she seemed to be ill from the teleport.  He wasn’t used to taking humans along with him, as he hadn’t done so in a while…well not full blooded humans, that is.  

“I’m sorry…”, he muttered as she stepped away from him and sat down.  He continued to stare at her, with concern, until Sam spoked up and he rolled his eyes, glaring back at him, “I’m not being bossy.  I’m being proactive.  We have work to do…”

He ignored the thanks for the food, or even that he was speaking about eating before they left, although it caused a small eye roll.  He then turned his attention to Annabeth, pointing a finger at her.

“Can we talk?  Bring your food if you want, but I need to talk to you.”, he almost whispered to her, trying to keep his annoyance at a level that was less threatening.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow behind her sunglasses, turning her face to Sam before back to Cason and then gave a small nod.  She knew that they needed to talk about everything that had happened, considering how fast their lives had changed in less than two days.  They went from a couple that hung out with their friends, and shared an apartment, to strangers.

She stood, holding her sandwich in her hand as she followed him toward the door.  Taking a bite of her sandwich, she stepped through the door as he opened it.  He then closed it behind her and stepped up close, so she knew where he was.

“Is there anything that I can say, that will make you leave, right now?”, he asked her, as she munched on her sandwich.  She shook her head at him and he sighed, “I get it, some weird connection is happening with you and Sam Winchester.  But you have to understand that he’s going to get you killed.  He gets everyone killed.  He already got you killed!”

“He didn’t…”, she muttered, between bites, shaking her head at him.  He lightly stomped his foot in frustration, and placed his hands on his hips.

“There are things coming that they don’t understand.  They are things you can’t possibly comprehend.  Now, I’m not leaving, if you’re not leaving, but I need you…to go.”, he begged her, which caused her to frown visibly.

“I’m not leaving him, Cason.  I’m not leaving any of them.  If I’m some sort of weapon…or some sort of key to something, I want to be with people who won’t hide from it.  They accept me.  They don’t lie to me…”, as she spoke to him, his face melted into regret but understanding.

“I’m sorry, I lied to you.  I’ll tell you what I know, when you’re ready to hear it.”, he explained softly.  He was disappointed when she just simply nodded, standing as if she just wanted to go back into the room.  He sighed and reached behind him, opening the door for them to enter, as the others should have been finishing up their meals by then.

Annabeth stepped back over to Sam, reaching a hand out and running it along his shoulder for support as she sat back down beside him, causing Cason to run a hand down his face in frustration.

“Well, if we can head to Sioux Falls, now…that would be great.  One of my guys mentioned something, earlier at the diner, about more angels coming down.  I don’t know if they are with you, or against you…but I would figure you would want to be with your Bobby Singer, when they come.  He seems to be at least competent…”, Cason rambled, before reaching down and picking up Esme’s hand, “Are you okay?”


[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3] 

Dean pushed back against the visions he was having, and brought a shaky hand up to get a drink of coffee.  He turned around and slowly stepped back into the living room, grabbing his laptop off one of the tables almost silently.  Until Sam arrived, he didn’t really have much to say.  He wanted his brother, within arms reach, to be safe.

He stepped back into the kitchen and sat at the table, flipping the laptop open and sitting his coffee cup down on the table top.  As he pecked away at the computer, a few things popped up, on church websites.  There were people who had seen things, they couldn’t explain.  Faith healers popping up in random cities, shooting stars with no sign of rubble after they hit the earth, and the demon omens were few and far between over the entire Earth.  The angels were clearly scaring the demons.

Printing a few of the articles to the printer behind Bobby, he clicked over to another tab and began looking at the more brutal books of the bible, and interpretations of those parts.  He sighed when he came to Lucifer, staring at a painting, and trying to figure out why it struck him in a strange place in his chest.  The painting almost made him nauseated.  He remembered Hell.  He had never seen Lucifer, only Alastair.  It had always been Alastair.

“Printed off a few news stories for you to look at…”, he muttered across the room to Bobby.  Bobby barely looked up from his book, turning and grabbing the pages off the printer behind him.  As he shuffled through them, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are you insinuating that the demons are running?  Why would demons run from angels, if they have always known about each other?”, Bobby asked.  Dean shrugged his shoulders, peering at Bobby over the top of the computer.

“Maybe they’ve never met on a plane that they are equals?  Or…maybe…angels can kick their asses on earth?”, Dean replied, which caused Bobby’s eyes to widen, “But the angels are most definitely not on our side.  So, it seems like we’re screwed in the middle…again…”