[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason rolled his eyes at Esme as she told him exactly what he expected, which is why he had mentioned that she would probably fight with them.  He knew she wouldn’t let him just lock her up, but he wanted to…badly.

“I’m half tempted to lock your ass in the vault, but…the dogs can’t help you, there.  I know the Winchesters are more than capable of handling a few demons.  But you have to think…”, he stopped, nodding his head toward the basement, “They aren’t strongest, when they’re apart.  And they’re going to very much be apart during all this.”

He sighed, reaching a hand up to brush his knuckles against her cheek briefly, giving a small pout and letting his hand drop back to his side.

“But if you want to be out here, fine.  Just be careful.  I would probably kill everyone in this room, if you ended up dead, alright?  I’m going to be honest with you.”, he rolled his neck a bit, “I kinda like having you around.  So, let’s not ruin that…”

He then reached over and scratched the bottom of Sarah’s chin as he caught a glimpse of the sigil Bobby was pointing out to Nat.  He recognized it intimately, as he had nearly stabbed through his hand to make it back at the hotel.