[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean watched the chaos going on around him after his back slammed roughly into the wall, crumpling on the floor briefly.  He rolled and backed himself to lean his back against the wall as he shook the shock off his head, and Esme came in, seemingly in slow motion.  As her face came into clear view and she placed her hand on his arm, he turned his hand over, holding her arm in his palm as well.

“Y-yeah.  I’m fine.  What the hell was that?!”, he asked, subtly checking her over for any injuries too.  In his mind, he wasn’t sure if she had just started beating everyone up in a rage, or if Cason was the only target.  He pushed himself into a position where he could stand, and as he stood, pulled Esme to him and close to his side.

As Sam came back up the stairs, Dean sighed, glancing down at Esme.  He gave her arm a squeeze before letting it go at his side, collecting his emotions so he didn’t go down memory lane.  He gently placed the hand on her lower back, showing his submission for her to step away if she wanted to and nodded to his brother, “I think we’re good.  What the hell was that, Sam?”

His eyes then fell on Mika, and the facial expression on her face.  He let his face fall, tilting his head to the side to push her out of the thoughts he knew she was running through.  She didn’t know about he and Esme, but she was incredibly intuitive with his body language, which, when stressed, betrayed him at times.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason sighed in relief when Natalia was able to get Annabeth off of him.  He had never seen her like this.  He knew about the demon blood with Sam, but never in his life had he seen Anna even give a hint at wanting anything to do with it.  It told him that Alastair had fed her a ton of blood, in order to make her a literal vampire.

He scrambled off the ground, turning to check on Esme, only to see her getting off the ground with Dean.  He threw his hands up, letting them fall roughly against his legs with a ‘slap’, and narrowed his eyes.

“Good?!  Good?!  She almost ate me!  Where the hell did you find her, like that?  She’s covered in a river of demon blood, which means…”, he stopped his words, giving Sam a look to let him know that he knew about the demon blood but wouldn’t give the secret away, just yet.

“What’s the plan with this?  You just leave her to rot in the basement?”, he asked, not even sure how to begin caring for someone addicted to demon blood, but he figured this was a good trial run for the giant across from him, when he inevitably lost control of everything.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth screamed when Natalia wrapped her arms around her, thrashing and attempting to headbutt the taller woman’s face.  She kicked her feet, wiggling and throwing her body weight around.  Her head was on fire, at every breath Cason took, the smell of his blood filling the room like a gas.  She just needed a few drops…

“LET ME GO!  GET OFF OF ME!”, she screamed, until Sam grabbed her legs and began running downstairs with Natalia.  She kicked at his chest, pushing off his chest and against Natalia’s chest as they carried her, trying to knock them apart so she could get to Cason.

“Please let me go!”

When they sat her down, still holding her and handcuffed her to the steel table in the vault, she looked down at the handcuffs, trying to grab for Sam’s hands in desperation.  Sobbing when he released her, and simply walked to the door and looked back at her, she pulled roughly on the handcuffs, placing a booted foot against the wall under the table to use as leverage.

“SAM!  PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE!  SAM, PLEASE!”

Her screams rang out through the house as Sam and Natalia walked back upstairs, realizing she was alone, and more imprisoned here than she was with Alastair.

“GUYS PLEASE!  SAM! I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE.  SAAAAAAAAM!”