[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean raised his eyebrows a bit at Mika, when she mentioned she felt like they knew Anna from somewhere.  He had been having the same thoughts.  It’s why he had stayed away from her.  He was afraid she was…

“Hey, wasn’t that girl that Sam hooked up with back in Minnesota’s name Anna?”, he asked, thinking hard into the air, randomly.  He then responded to Cason’s ‘last night on earth’ comment, raising his eyebrows as he came to sit back down beside her, leaning his own head against hers, before realizing she also gave him the line.

“Last night on earth, huh?”, he asked, leaning over enough to make her raise her head as he waggled his eyebrows at her.  In his gut, he knew it was likely going to go south.  There was no telling what Alastair was bringing with him, not including himself.  Not to mention his history with Alastair would complicate things on his end, and make him a likely target.  He didn’t let his face fall, wanting to keep her on task, and not letting his mind wander too far down a rabbit hole of scenarios.  He knew there was no coming back from that, and he would be distracted.

[h3] Bobby Singer [/h3]

Bobby smiled at Natalia’s offer to help, clapping her on the shoulder without much of a response.  Although, the offer was tempting.  Just having her on the phones would be better than being alone.  

His smile grew a little brighter as she realized what he was showing her, “Right.  One of those bad boys, and all our troubles are solved if the angels show up.  I don’t want to mess with the panic room too much, while Sam and Anna are stuck in there, but if we make it through this…maybe we can find more of these.”

As he explained, he read the text directly to the side of the banishing spell, realizing it needed to be made in human blood.

“We might have to draw straws for that part…”, he muttered, pointing at the text and glancing over to Cason and Esme briefly, to make sure they were both still in the room.  He didn’t really trust a demon in his house, but given the circumstances, he was almost relieved.  

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth sighed as Sam pulled away from the kiss, her eyes closed for a few seconds as she processed what had just happened.  Her stomach dropped, when she thought about the fact that she was likely setting him up for an even harder fall, when she left.  However, she matched his slight smile, leaning into his hand and letting her hands fall to his neck, as a stray tear betrayed her and fell onto his thumb.

“I hope so.”, she whispered, not believing him.  She knew how this would go, in her gut.  But Sam was so damned optimistic.  It was hard to take that from him, with her own realism.  She bit her lip and stifled a small giggle remembering the last time they were together, and how much smaller and innocent he seemed.

“I am too.  It’s hard to believe that I used to be the tough one, dragging you away and nearly kidnapping you.”, she muttered with a smirk.  She nuzzled his nose briefly, furrowing her brow a bit in sadness, “This feeling in my gut is incredibly familiar.  Like we have cycled around…to be right back in this situation, and someone had hoped I wouldn’t remember any of it.”