[b]MIKA[/b]

If Mika was honest with herself, the majority of her mind was convinced that this would be the first time ever that he would shut her out and not talk in the slightest, meaning she would have to give him the olive branch to say that whenever he was ready to talk, she would be there. Yet it seemed just being in front of him and touching him was breaking him down and he was going to talk. The moment he began crying saying he didn't want her seeing him the way he saw himself, she sighed discreetly wondering how bad Hell truly was for him. 

At his admittance that he remembered everything from his time in Hell, she nodded softly feeling like she was getting somewhere with him. Normal conversations she would have replied to this first admittance, but this was a time to let him just speak everything he possibly could, then and only then, would she reply to him. To her it was clear that it was more important just to let him spill everything off his chest that he felt he could get off his chest. 

As he started talking about what happened to him she covered her mouth with one hand. She could feel the tears threatening to spill over her lower eyelids. So much hurt and pain and sympathy came rushing over her for him. Yet it was when he said it was the fact he liked torturing other souls that shocked her to her core. Those words made her tears flow down her face, but surprisingly enough they did not make her think any less of him. He lasted years before he accepted the offer to be off the racks, that was longer than anyone else would have lasted. 

As he finished and looked at her in the eyes, she looked at him back, wiping her tears then instantly pulled him into the tightest hug she could muster. "Dean..." she whispered, kissing the side of his face and continued holding him. "You lasted decades longer than anyone else would have lasted. Anyone would have taken that offer within days of being in Hell. It's what that place does, it twists even the most strong willed people to do what it wants, or in this case Alastair's wants. I can't think any less of you for that Dean, I just can't" she told him honestly. She then heard the others returning and pulle daway from him, wiping her face of the tears and then wiped his tears. "We can take a moment to gather ourselves out here then go in and see the others" she suggested to him.

[b]SAM AND NATALIA[/b]

Inside Sam hugged Bobby back, nodding as he explained the other two were outside talking, which he did indeed know was pretty normal for Dean and Mika. He did however think and worry about what went down that meant they needed their private moment to talk. The two of them only ever did that if it was something major and he couldn't help but glance toward the back door for a split second before shaking his concerns out of his head and looking out at everyone else. 

He watched on as Bobby let Cason come in but not without a firm warning, which actually made Sam smirk slightly as like Annabeth, he did find it amusing that Cason was stuck in a devil's trap even if he didn't know it was for the second time. He also noticed how Natalia sniggered at the sight also. Unlike Bobby however, neither of them could fully see how much like Mika's childhood Annabeth was when she asked the question about being safe in this house. 

"Bobby's is the safest place we know when it comes to an actual house. Mika grew up here" he told Annabeth, "and if she could survive in this old house than anyone can" he smirked quietly to her. 

Natalia instantly went over to the desk where she saw the bottle that Bobby had on it, picked it up and poured herself some in one of the glasses. Putting the bottle down but picking up her glass and taking a sip despite it still being relatively early. She didn't care, she had finished her coffee a while ago and wanted something to drink but didn't want to go into the kitchen. "So what have you guys found out?" she asked, glancing around at the books and printed out articles in the living room on the two tables.