[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

“I was dead.  Dead bodies don’t go anywhere.  That’s something we’ve had as a hard rule since we were kids…”, he muttered to her when she brought up his death again, “If there’s a dead body and living in danger, go with the living.”

He was concerned.  Of course he was.  He woke up in better shape than she did, and he had died!  He watched her carefully as she took the pills from him and downed them, sighing in relief that she at least agreed to that.  He leaned forward at her last words, kissing her on the forehead, his hand resting on the back of her head, “I’ll be alright.  But I won’t be alright if anything happens to you.  I think you know that…”

He pulled his lips back from her forehead, giving her a small smile to make up for being so short with her.  He brushed the hair away from her face a bit, with another sad sigh, “You gotta learn when to leave me alone, you know?  Run.  Don’t stand there and take a beating.  You almost got yourself killed tonight.”

He knew she wouldn’t like the words, but it was the truth in his eyes.  He would end up a raging lunatic if she was hurt worse, or dead.  The group had better think themselves lucky it was him.  He lowered his hand to pick hers up, bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles to wave a white flag…


[h3] Cason [/h3]

As Cason watched Dean and Mika, and how they were around each other, he narrowed his eyes, wondering what they had done to stay together so long, as much as they seemed to butt heads.  Dean was harsh and abrasive, and he was that way with her…and she stayed.  He was almost mesmerized as he listened to their conversation.

Glancing down at Esme, he ran a hand over in front of her mouth to make sure she was still breathing.  Happy that she was, and seeing how calm the hellhound under her hand still seemed, he smirked.  He leaned over, his face staring down at hers, as he stared at her lips and then back up to her closed eyes, noticing how peaceful she looked.  

But they needed to figure out their next move about Alastair, and quick, as their tricks wouldn’t keep him away forever and he had any demon he wanted in his back pocket.  He sighed, his lips almost touching hers, and then moved over to her ear, whispering softly, “Rise and shine sweetheart…”

As he spoke, he gently ran a hand down the side of her face, not even paying attention to the fact that he was still healing.  While most of the charred skin was healed, his left eye was still very much burned away, and he had horrible scarring for the time being on most of his body.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth slowed down her run to a slow walk as she heard Sam’s voice calling out to her.  She stopped walking altogether and stood with her back to him, blood dripping from her hair and still running into her mouth as she gasped for air.

Turning, she couldn’t believe he was even there.  It had to be a trick.  It had to be a trick…

“Sam?!  Stay back!  Please!”, he called out to him.  But the longer she watched him, and the wind hit his hair, she noticed he didn’t smell like a demon, which she was very acutely aware of at this point.  He smelled like…Sam.

Taking off in a sprint, she closed the distance between them, falling onto her knees in front of him, as she felt safe enough with him to finally break from the trauma of what she had just done.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone…I don’t-…”, Her voice broke as she touched the pavement with her hands, leaning her head down to it near the side of the car, “I killed them all…”