[h3] Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer[/h3]

Bobby smirked and shrugged his shoulders as Dean complimented him on the vault that he had built for his own safety, if he was honest.  He shifted his eyes to Mika with a proud smile on his face as he stepped into the vault with Dean, allowing him to look around the place.

“Mika’s pretty familiar with the place.  It’s got solid iron walls, coated in salted holy water.  Devils traps on the floors.  There’s warding for just about any thing that we’ve ever known how to ward against, other than angels.  Even the ventilation is a devils trap.  From 10 am to about 7 pm, the entire room is a devils trap, due to the shadow.”

He explained his handy work excitedly, pointing around at various things as he described them, “And there’s enough food, water and medical supplies in here to last a few months at least.”

He turned back to Dean who was still smiling brightly, as Natalia stepped into the room as well, seeming excited.  For a second, Bobby forgot the reason he had needed to show them the vault/panic room in the first place, as he watched the ‘kids’ he loved freak out over something HE did.  Then it struck him that they were on a time schedule, “I figure we can bring one of the mattresses down, if needed, or a bunch of blankets and pillows.  I don’t figure many of us are gonna be sleeping in the next day or so.”

Dean nodded to him, his smile fading just a bit as he thought of Sam being essentially locked in a cage, waiting for the worst.  He ran his finger along the salt crusted walls as Sam stepped into the room and made his comment.

“Yeah, well…this is your home for the next 24 hours.”, he responded to his brother, giving him a cheeky smile as Bobby patted Sam on the shoulder, “Let’s get started on the prep, I guess.  Like Bobby said, this sleepover party is going to need a bunch of blankets, some beer, some food, and maybe something for you guys to do…”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth smiled softly at Natalia as she passed, appreciating the small gesture of good faith and kindness.  She realized at that moment that the understanding of what she had done was slowly sinking in for everyone, which caused her shoulders to not be quite as tight.  She glanced up at Sam, listening to him explain that they would figure out the angels.  She gave him a sad smile, almost telling him with her eyes that what he was saying wasn’t possible.  

But she couldn’t help go along with his optimism, nodding to him as he at least admitted that this might not work.  She sighed, before they turned to go down stairs, “As long as you’re realistic, Sam…this might not work.  I need you to prepare yourself for that.”

She kept hold of his hand, walking down to the vault and stopping at the door, releasing him as they arrived, so he could join Dean and Bobby inside.  She peered around the room, noticing how blank it all was, but after listening to everyone talk about the protective properties of the room, she felt instantly safer.  As Dean spoke about a sleepover, she couldn’t help laugh quietly, and look down at the floor.

“Sam doesn’t strike me as the sleepover type…”, she spoke up, catching Dean’s attention as she did so.  For the first time, since they had met, Dean smiled at her.  He was amused, and cut his eyes to Sam, and then back to her.

“You have no idea.  Sammy used to LOVE sleepovers.  Little pillow forts and flashlight stories.  Oh the works…”, he told her brightly, stepping over to slap Sam on the chest as he finished, and Annabeth laughed.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason kept his hands on Esme’s arms as she adjusted herself, sliding them back down to her hands as she got comfortable and asked if he had figured out her secret.  He nodded with a small frown, before turning up the corners of his lips into a sad smile.

“Yeah.  You could say that.  Believe it or not…when I was human, I was a bit of an empath.  Being around people like Dean, for example would have put me out for days at a time.”, he muttered, as he concentrated a bit of heat into her hands, “To answer the burning question of how I went to Hell, way back in 1785…I sold my soul, like most, to a demon.  When talks of revolution started in New York, I was just a 30 year old drunk.”

He turned her hands over, happy to see that their hands were a bit connected, as he worked what little magic he had cared to remember, in terms of helping people.

“I met this guy in a pub.  He was spouting off about helping with freeing the colonies, but he needed payment.  I was too drunk to really know what I was doing, and I signed up.  The looks on the faces, when a handful of drunk grown men kissed the stranger…phew. I became one of the fighters on the front line, right along side Alexander Hamilton and the other big dogs.”, he smirked, “All was well, the war was won…and then my time came up, and what was it all for?  I assume that the nature of why, lead to me being a piss poor demon with a flicker of a soul.”

He gave a small laugh, pulling his hands from hers.  He placed her hands gently on her lap and pulled his legs up to wrap his arms around them in front of her.

“But yes.  I know you’re an empath.”, he admitted.  He then sighed, as he readied himself to tell her his plans for her, in the next 24 hours, “I um…I would like for you to be guarded.  I know how most of the people in this house feel about Hellhounds, but my girls answer to me.  They would never hurt you.  They won’t even come near you, if you would rather they stay away.  But I would be a lot less distracted when the demons show up, if you were safe with the dogs.”