[h3] Cason and Bobby Singer [/h3]

Bobby stood from his chair after receiving the news of Sam entering the vault, and sighed.  The music outside had completely died out, which caused him a bit of relief, but as he looked across the lot, he only saw Cason walking away from Esme.

Cason walked back up to the house, his head hung low in embarrassment, only to find Bobby Singer standing by the doorway.  Cason stopped on the porch, and stomped a foot as he stopped, cocking his hips to one side at Bobby’s stance, “What?  Are you going to sing to me too, old man?”

Bobby scoffed, and shook his head, “Nah.  I just think you’re gonna have to learn when to leave well enough alone…”

“Oh.  That…”, Cason started, before Bobby raised a hand at him, stopping his words.

“Music or not, this was going to come to a head eventually.  I’ve fought tooth and nail to try and bury it for those two in the garage’s sake…and then by some strange twist of fate, she shows up.”, he gestured toward Esme, and Cason sighed, “What do you know?”

“Not much, honestly.  I know that Dean Winchester was watched, for a while…by an elite group.  They expected to find Mika with him, and use her against him.  But when they showed up, they found a pretty…blonde…”, Cason explained, and Bobby nodded, bowing his head a bit.

“There was a nasty break up, several years back.  I’m not gonna tell all my nieces business, but that girl out there on that hood…she was the one who saved Dean, from himself.  I’ve never seen the kid so beat down, in my life, than when he CHOSE to walk away from this house…”, Bobby explained again, “I thought the kid was gonna eat a bullet any day, and one day he called me…happy tone, sober, and I had high hopes that even though he wasn’t gonna end up an official part of my family, he would get out.”

As Bobby paused, Cason tilted his head to the side in confusion, slowly realizing that THE Dean Winchester almost quit hunting all together, by his own decision.

“So you get it.  You get what the hang up is…why this is happening?”, Bobby asked, empathy in his voice.  He felt a bit sorry for all parties, including Cason.  Cason nodded, stepping into the house.

“I don’t have to like it…”, Cason whispered, as he passed Bobby, and to his surprise, Bobby gave him a supportive pat on the back as he passed.

[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean continued his assault on Mika’s lips, he too terrified to pull away from her.  With the way things were going, he either had a lot of explaining to do, or she was going to run from him, which he couldn’t blame her for, after what he did to her, in order for this whole situation to arise with Esme.

He had avoided her like the plague, but checked in on her with Bobby at odd times, just to see how things were going.  Hearing that she was still with Ethan after what had happened only caused him to feel validated in leaving, and staying with Esme, possibly with some permanence.  A few incidents of recklessness on his part, and he had considered quitting hunter.

Pushing the thoughts aside, he lifted Mika from the ground, pulling her legs around his hips and walking her over to the hood of the Impala, where he laid her down roughly, and trailed kisses down her chin, onto her throat and collar bone.

The sound of a door opening caught his ears, and Bobby clearing his throat caused Dean to break from his assault, lifting his head to look at Bobby.

“Um…I was just coming to check and see if everyone was still alive out here.  Obviously, all is good?”, Bobby started.  Dean turned back to Mika and simply dropped his forehead to her chest with a sigh, “O-kay then, um…with everything going on, I feel like it might be a good idea for you guys to all spend some time together…out…away…”

Dean sighed and looked back up at Bobby, narrowing his eyes, “I don’t know if that’s…”

“I’m not asking…”, Bobby muttered sternly, waving his hand around for emphasis, “I’m going to work on some things with Cason, see if we can’t figure out what the hell is going on with all the singing.  In the meantime…I need some quiet.  Too many damn people in this house.  Sam can babysit the girl.  But the rest of ya….out.”

Dean sighed again, and lifted himself off Mika, tapping her calf to release himself from her legs and placed his hands on his hips, “I figure we could all survive drinks.  Where’s…”

He stopped his words, afraid to say her name in front of Mika, but needed to know where Esme was, if she was going with them, “Where’s Esme?”

“Right where you left her.  Now, git…go.”

Dean moved his eyes to Mika’s, pleading with her with his gaze.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna instantly felt the calm rush over her as the blood in her brain started to quiet, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes at Sam’s touch.  She reached one of her shackled hands toward him, causing the chain to cling loudly against the table, stopping her from reaching his hands.  She sighed and simply sat them against her knees again as she watched him, and listened to his words. 

She knew that the blood was making her violent, and that there was something about it that made her stronger, and made her powers flare in explosive ways.  She thought about the idea of her running around and killing demons at random, or possibly killing Cason, after he kept her safe for so long.  The thought caused her to grimace and she nodded to Sam.

“I know.  I just smell it…I can’t get away from it.  It’s still wet on the back of my head, and there’s no escape…”, he whispered, barely lifting her chin from her legs as she spoke to him.  She held up her bloodied wrists, still cuffed to the table and closed her eyes before asking, “Can I at least touch you?  I would never hurt you…”