[b]MIKA CHAMBERS[/b]

She listened to him say what it was about Annabeth that had him so incredibly worried. The somber thought of there being a very big reason as to why Alistair would want Annabeth had never truly strayed from Mika's mind but with everything else that included trying to stop everyone giving Dean a hunter's funeral, trying to stay very much conscious and just plain out grieving, she couldn't let herself think about all the possible problems of Alistair's need for Annabeth as well. 

It was only really now that she wanted to suss out Dean's mental state did she even let herself think about her own problem as well as thinking about how they needed to get Annabeth as soon as they were all at a status where they'd be useful. She nodded at his words, knowing he was right. "we won't let anything happen to her... or Sammy." she replied as she kept trying to focus her eyes. 

She got taken off guard when he snatched the bottles from her hands, not expecting him to suddenly just take charge of what she was doing before asking if anyone actually checked her over. "Think Nat checked I wasn't out cold but...we didn't exactly get a chance to think of us. Considering you died again....and all." she replied quietly, not wanting to piss him off even more and seeing the tear that has escaped his eye, fall from his chin. 

As he grabbed her face and angled her toward the light, she just let him check her over, making sure she was coherent enough to be okay. At his words, she sighed and gave him the most sheepish smile she had given him in a long time. "I'm sorry Dean, i'll do better" she promised him, letting him get the painkillers out of the packet for her and hand it to her, where she took the tablets and the glass of water from his grip and took them with a swig back. 

"You know we're all worried about you...right? Me mostly" she told him quietly, putting the glass down on the worktop when she was satisfied the tablets did go down her throat with no problems. 

[b]SAM WINCHESTER[/b]

When Sam iniially started his drive back, he found himself having to pull over on the side of the road at one point, just before he got to the last two minutes of the journey back to Bobby's to try and process what the hell just happened and who the hell was even to blame to the break out song and dance number. Not only that, he felt like crap that he still had to walk away and leave Annabeth in the hands of demons and not just go get her back, in the hopes he could kill as many demons as possible or at least exorcise them back to Hell without dying himself. 

He wasn't even aware of how long he had been at the side of the road when he saw a familiar small framed figure running down the road in the direcion he was going in. "Anna?" he questioned to himself, quiclly getting out of the car and standing in front of the driver's door. "Anna! Anna get in the car!" he called out to her as she got close enough for her to hear him. 

He knew that if by some chance demons were after her, she'd have a much better chance of getting away if she got in his car and they drove away at a decent speed. It was her only hope of getting away safely, but as she drew closer he noticed something wasn't right about her. She was absolutely smothered in blood and looking far from okay. 

"Crap..." he gasped to himself.