[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Sam nodded at Dean confirming they were all okay, or at least physically okay anyway. At the question about what the hell that commotion was, he sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and looked at Dean, then to Esme, Mika, and then Cason. 

"Alistair made her drink gallons of demon blood. Something happened down there, it was weird as hell Dean. There was singing, mysterious music playing, then when I left she said she killed them all. I don't know if she meant Alistair as well, but she killed every demon in the warehouse up the road where she was kept." he explained to his brother and to the rest of the room.

"I thought she was alright, but clearly not. So we had to put her in the vault to detox" he added, aiming the last sentence more at Cason to let him know that they didn't like what they did, but they had no other choice. He got the hidden message from Cason and couldn't help but wonder how he knew his secret. "We'll keep an eye on her the whole time Cason...but she's gotta remain cuffed in the vault for her own safety as well as all of ours," he said.

Dean stared at Sam as if he had ten heads. Everything his brother was saying was insane, "Demon blood? Drinking demon blood makes you turn into a singing, dancing, demon-slaughtering nightmare? That doesn't make any sense. Wait a second...does that mean you would be like that? She's like you, man.", he rattled off, his eyes wide as he tried to rationalize what was going on. 

He hadn't had a good feeling about Anna in the beginning, but now, knowing who the girl was, he couldn't help but feel like they were torturing someone in the family. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as a loud scream came from downstairs followed by loud banging, as Anna tried to get free. 

"She stays in there until she's better...or...", Dean broke off the sentence, not able to say 'dies' to his brother's face. But Cason dropped his head, placing a hand over his face.


Sam could visibly be seen to wince every time Annabeth shouted up at them to beg them to let her go, but he knew in his heart he couldn't do it and he trusted absolutely everyone in the room to not cave into her pleas. he didn't like the fact his brother was insinuating that if she didn't get better they'd have to kill her, giving him the look that said everything he was thinking. 

"I don't think the demon blood was making the singing be a thing...I think it's something else," he said with a shrug, hoping it would be a one-off.

Dean also shrugged, actually glad that he didn’t have to worry about Anna singing, in her current state.  The thought of her singing about killing people, especially considering the blood he saw dripping from her hair caused him to shudder.  But had she actually killed Alastair?  He pondered the idea, not truly believing it but feeling a mild pang of optimism in the back of his mind.

It was then that his eyes turned toward where Esme had been standing.  He turned toward Mika, his eyes questioning since she was the only one that hadn’t spoken, in a while.  At that same moment, he heard a faint footstep on the gravel out front.

“Esme?”, he asked, closing his eyes as he realized why she had left, again…

“Esme wait…”, he said softly, jogging out the front door and down the steps quickly.  Closing the gap between them, he reached for her and grabbed her arm, turning her toward him, “Hey don’t go…You’re safe here.  Alright?  What’s going on in there will be over as soon as we all relax.”

His mind was racing as he searched her eyes, but his eyes narrowed as a soft melody began playing out of nowhere.  

Cupid, sitting gently on Bobby’s roof smiled, leaning his face on his hands that rested on his knees.  He had put Mika and Dean together himself, and the years had not been kind to their mental health together.  When they broke things off, permanently all those years ago, Cupid felt as if he may have made a mistake…There was no harm in testing a theory, right?
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“I know it’s late…”, Dean began to sing softly, his hand falling to pick up Esme’s, “I know you’re weary.  I know your plans don’t include me…Still, here we are, both of us lonely, longing for shelter from all that we see.  Why should we worry?  No one will care, girl.  Look at the stars…so far away…”

Dean peered up briefly at the sky, and then back into her eyes, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb running from her nose to her jaw, “We’ve got tonight.  Who needs tomorrow?  We’ve got tonight babe…why don’t you stay?”