[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean reached down and grabbed the other half of the blankets, slapping Mika’s ass as she stood from her squat.  He placed his tongue between his teeth with a small laugh, “You can’t just go squatting like that all over the house…especially when it could be our last night on earth.  You know the line.”

He laughed a little harder, brushing past her to get down the stairs first.  However, he skidded to a stop just outside the door, and pulled himself back, reaching an arm out to hold Mika back with a small smirk.  He had seen his brothers look for the past few days, that look of familiarity, attraction, maybe even a bit of love or something.  Seeing him this close to Anna was something he couldn’t barge in on, as much as he normally would.

He turned to Mika, “Um…we should hang out here, for a few.  I don’t mess with goodbyes.”

He gave Mika a look, knowing she would understand what he meant after all these years.  He then took a seat on the bottom step of the basement, trying not to sit too close to the door and intrude.

[h3] Bobby Singer [/h3]

Bobby had just reached his desk when Natalia perched in front of him.  He had to admit, she was his favorite to have around.  She was thoughtful, and as much as she probably wouldn’t want to hear him say it…kind.  He picked up the lore book on demons he had been reading earlier in the day, and only glanced up when she asked him how he was doing.

“I um…I’m a bit tired, if I’m honest.”, he spoke clearly, flipping to a page in the book with a sigil that caught his attention.  He brushed it off, to speak to her, “I just want you kids to be safe.  There’s so many of you.  I don’t have enough brains to be able to protect you all.  So, I’ll do the best I can, but I ask that you all do the same.  You all need to prepare yourself for the loss that is probably coming…”

Bobby stepped over to the door and opened it, letting Benjamin in with a huff.  Great, another kid to protect, added to the pile.  He stepped back over to his desk, picking up a book and holding it out to Natalia, pointing to a sigil that Cason had used to expel angels.  He tapped his finger against it with a wide smile, not believing that he had true angel lore in his house all long.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

As she thought over what was happening, and the memories that continued to flood her mind.  Everything about him suddenly felt the most familiar thing she had been able to know in the past several months.  It wasn’t new, but it was exciting.  She didn’t remember what the man who had kidnapped her looked like, only his voice, and the feeling of wanting to go back to Sam, in that moment, even at sixteen.

She closed her eyes as his fingers ran through her hair, the soft touch sending a jolt of electricity down her spine, as she listened to his words and breathed deeply.  She had to admit that his idea for a tracking device was a wonderful idea, if something like that existed.

“It’s like the universe doesn’t want us anywhere near each other…”, she said sadly, as he spoke Alastair’s name.  It was sad to admit, but considering everything they had been through, just being around each other, it truly seemed like the universe had some screwed up plan to make sure they weren’t able to know each other, or knew they were dangerous, together.

Not able to contain the emotional reaction to the memories, and the situation anymore, she closed the tiny gap between their lips, reaching her hands up to tangle into his hair with a pleasant sigh.  His touch was relaxing, but this…this was familiar.  This was safety, in the midst of the end of the world.

The thought nearly broke her heart as she kissed him, continuing to remind herself that this would likely be the last time they were ever in the same room, together.