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

Dean nodded to Mika, glad to have the company as he went up the stairs slowly to go fetch blankets.  He noticed the front door open, hearing Cason’s voice and feeling a familiar presence he couldn’t quite pin down.  

He stepped over to the linen closet Bobby kept downstairs for himself, since he often passed out on the small bed in the window, and his room was nearby.  He opened the closet and was relieved at the piles of blankets inside, “Bingo…”

He grabbed an armful and dropped them on the floor behind him, reaching in for another as he waited for Mika to help him cart them downstairs.

Bobby grumbled on his way up the stairs as well, “Damn house full of kids and not a single one understands the basic concept of closing doors.  It’s not like we’re waiting for an apocalyptic attack or anything…and you better clean up your damn mess…”

Dean raised his eyebrows at Bobby as the older man went to close the door, before realizing it was open because Esme was outside with Cason.  Bobby grumbled again, sitting down at his desk, clearly stressed.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason smiled a bit brighter at Esme’s sudden acceptance of the Hellhounds being near her.  He had hoped that she would warm up to them quickly, but hearing her thank them, already was reassuring. He stepped back into the house, the dogs following him slowly.  Violet sat patiently outside the door as Sarah followed him inside, just ahead of Esme.

“So, what’s the plan here?”, he asked, as the door shut behind Esme.  However, a knock at the door caused him to raise his eyebrows, as he had just walked through.  He turned, at the same time that Bobby stood and Sarah began growling.  If Sarah was worried, why wasn’t Violet attacking?

Bobby opened the door, looking surprised as Benjamin stood in front of him.  He had only briefly met him, before, and couldn’t for the life of him understand how the boy had slept so long in a car, but he stood aside and let him in.

“Shh…”, Cason hissed at Sarah as she continued to growl at Benjamin.  She ceased her growling, and stood a bit closer to Esme.  He turned to her, “With her in the house, I recommend staying near the center of the house…or maybe there’s a room that you can chill in.  I don’t mind you fighting with us, but if you don’t have to, don’t.  The game plan will likely involve all of us, at certain points around the house.  Center for you…so I can find you, and she doesn’t break anything.”

He smirked and winked to her.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth sighed, staring at Sam’s lip as she brushed it with her finger.  Her sigh was that of relief as he confirmed that he would let her go, if he was forced to.  The thought of him making a decision to keep himself safe, if the demons managed to get to her caused her shoulders to drop a bit of their tension.  

However, when he confirmed that they had met before, the flashbacks that she had pushed aside as daydreams came flooding her mind.  

Them meeting beside the vending machines, and how badly he wanted to get away…
The running and laughing through the woods.
The moments in the cabin that were interrupted by Dean, who now made sense in his familiarity.
Then the moment that she was kidnapped.

“I was kidnapped…”, she whispered, her stomach flipping a bit as their noses touched, pulling forward that familiar calm that Sam’s skin gave her, “I don’t remember anything in between…but I remember you.  I’ll be okay.  We’ll be okay.  If I go…I’ll do whatever I have to do to get back to you, like I should have done the last time we met.”
She glanced up at his eyes, taking a deep breath of overwhelm as she did so, “You’re the only person in this house that could talk me out of it, and I’m locked up with you…how appropriate.”

She smiled softly, soaking in the feelings from simply touching his nose, and barely able to contain the urge to relive those memories in the cabin while she had him so close.  But she knew if she kissed him, she would never leave…and chances were, that wasn’t an option.