[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason sighed, pushing some of Esme’s hair out of her face for her as he adjusted to sit himself on the floor near her.  He knew that the plan to hide Annabeth and Sam would only be a temporary bandaid solution.  If they were lucky, the Angels would come and take him, or harm him, and forget Anna was there.  On the other hand, the angels could come, get in, and kill her.

“I agree, for now.  But we need to try and find a plan B.  The odds of the angels coming for him are decent.  The odds of the angels showing up and only dealing with Alastair are slim.  They’ll most likely come for Anna, and we’ll all be collateral, all but Sam.”, he explained, as he stared around at all of them.  He turned to Dean, who was surprisingly willing to listen to him, “We are going to have to make her untouchable, somehow…”

[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean watched his brother with Anna, his brain recognizing the girl from her mannerisms, the way she looked with Sam and just the general vibe they had toward each other.  But even hearing her name, the full memory of her being with them was so faded, he couldn’t bring it up fully in his mind.

But seeing how committed Sam was to her safety, he couldn’t help but find himself rooting for her.  She seemed to just be naive, or potentially brainwashed.   Something was off about her situation, and it was something he could probably get out of Alastair, if he could get him alone.

He turned to the Demon on the floor, before the others had a chance to chime in on the idea.  He nodded to him, turning to everyone in the room as they declared their support for locking them in a vault.  However, he had to wonder if the vault was out in the barn.

“And Bobby, just where is this vault?”, he asked Bobby, now satisfied that they could at least buy some time.

“It’s in the basement.  Duh.  You think I would live in a house without some protection?  I had a weekend off, and I built a panic room.  C’mon.  I’ll show ya.”, Bobby said proudly, strolling past all of them to head downstairs.   Dean allowed everyone to finish calming, stepping toward the basement stairs.

[h2] Annabeth [/h2]

Anna gave Sam a sad smile, feeling as though she wouldn’t have much of a choice, regardless what they decided to do.  She let her hand fall from the side of his face, down to his hand, her much smaller fingers linking with his as the familiarity of the current stance mesmerizing her brain.

“I’ll stay and try.  That’s all we can do.”, she muttered back to him, not truly believing it, but wanting Sam to.  

As Nat approached her and placed a hand on her shoulder, she simply nodded.  She was feeling the self sacrifice angle would be best, and she silently wished that she had just gone with him straight away, and none of this would be an issue.  She could have just disappeared, and none of them would have known what happened.  Cut and dry.

“I can bring two of my dogs in from outside.  Yeah, Dean.  I know.”, Cason started, glancing over at Dean as he spoke and seeing how scared he looked, “They won’t hurt you, unless I ask them to.”

“And what about Angels?”, Annabeth asked, looking up at Sam with a bit of fear in her eyes.  She was much more worried about the Angels than the demons.  She started walking toward the basement stairs with the others, holding Sam’s hand tightly.  

Bobby was already at the bottom of the stairs, and had opened the giant iron door to the vault, causing Dean’s eyes to turn into saucers as he saw the door, “Bobby.  You’re awesome!”

Cason turned his head to pull Esme's face toward him, so he could look her over. He was happy to see that she wasn't injured from the energy blast, only emotionally tired, and looked like she had been through Hell again.  He felt slightly helpless as he scanned her eyes.  He wanted her to hide in the vault, too, even if he couldn't get to her, or at least to sleep somewhere where his dogs could keep watch under her window.  

He decided to strike up conversation to try and get her to smile, but also to check on her,  "So what's going on with you?  It seems like you're just sucking up all the negative in the room, or something. Being around this group, that'll be pretty much a full time job..."

He smirked, dropping his hand to pick up hers, seeing if he could transfer some of his 'chill' into her, only for her, it wouldn't cost her anything, like so many of his clients.