[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean sighed, running his eyes all the way from Mika, across the garage, and then with a start, stepped away from her completely, walking across the lot toward where he left Esme.  He was almost afraid to confront her again, but Bobby made it clear that he wanted everyone out of the house, other than the Sam and Cason, for a bit.  

His heart leapt into his throat as she appeared in his sight, his feet hesitating against the gravel. Seeing her sitting on the hood of her car, her head buried in her journal brought up a lot of memories, once again, and he wasn’t sure why all of this was coming forward, now.  Maybe it was because they were finally in a safe place together, or the fact that they had all almost died, and emotions were heightened.  Either way, he felt like they were just meeting, again, after all this time, and he couldn’t deny that he still had love for her.  He tried to find the words to approach her with as he continued forward, and eventually just settled upon a simple, “Hey…”

“Um…Bobby wants some alone time with the books, and has asked us all to leave.  You too.”, he started, before kicking a couple of rocks and placing his hands on his hips to keep from touching her, in hopes of calming himself down.  His hand shivered at the effort, “I can come with you to get a hotel, if you need me, or you can…come…to the bar with us?  Mika will have Nat to keep her away from you, and I’ll…I’ll be there too.  But, what to you say?”

He felt horrible at how the song had gone, and wanted to apologize directly, but he had to keep check of his emotions, or he was afraid a song might strike again.  Reaching his hand out, he placed it gently on her knee and breathed a sigh of relief almost instantly, closing his eyes, “I’ll buy you your first drink…”

[h3] Cason and Bobby [/h3]

Bobby stepped back into the house, as soon as he had confirmed with them that he wanted them to leave.  He sighed loudly as he approached Cason, who was perched back on the couch, his eye now completely healed, other than some bad scarring around it.  Bobby kicked at his feet, as he walked by and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, “Wanna get this party started?  Start somewhere with love spells, blood magic, or things to do with wrecking relationships…like an anti-cupid.”

Cason’s head popped up at the term, and he glanced over at Bobby with a smile on his face, “Do you have an angel classification book?  Say…1850?”

Bobby poured two glasses of whiskey, and pointed at Cason, “I’m starting to like you, boy.  Let me dig…”

Cason smiled as if his father had told him he did a good job with something, taking his glass of whiskey from Bobby’s outstretched arm, as Bobby stepped over toward Natalia, “I don’t know if you heard what I said, out there to your brother, but we have a case right here looming over our heads.  I need some time to work with our resident angel expert, in there.”

He gestured toward Cason, who was kicking back his glass of whiskey and fiddling with things on Bobby’s desk carefully, drawing his hand back as a bit of steam hissed from his fingers at the random salt Bobby had spread across everything.  Bobby rolled his eyes, “So, use my tab at Rusty’s and you all go out.  Get some fresh air.  Try to get along, and keep an eye on those three for me until I have an answer?”

He heard her phone buzz and simply nodded to her with a soft fatherly smile.  He patted her arm and turned back to go help Cason, and hopefully keep him out of his desk.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna pulled her wrist happily from the handcuff, but didn’t complain at having the other locked to the table.  It didn’t hurt, if she didn’t fight against it.  She fumbled for his hand, not even massaging her cut up wrist.  Instead, she chose to just hold him.

When he agreed to help her clean up the demon blood that still covered her body, she nodded and her eyes lit up with hope, leaning her forehead against the top of his hand, pulling it to sit on top of her knee as he texted Nat.

When Nat arrived in the vault, Anna’s face perked up, staring at the hall outside the vault briefly, and then up at Nat, “Thank you…”

As she muttered the words, Nat closed the door,, and Anna’s face came back to look at Sam, happy that he didn’t seem to have been harmed in all the chaos.  He was clean, for the most part, and it was the first time she had gotten a good look at him, “Thank you for coming down here, Sam.  I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with all of this with me.  It must be insane to see all of this blood…and…you must think I’m a monster.”

She dropped her eyes back down to their hands, squeezing his, as she wanted to remember what his skin felt like, if anything happened during her detox.  She then looked down at her body.

“Not to sound weird, but…I’m probably going to have to get out of these clothes, and I’m locked up.  So, I’m going to need help.”, she whispered nervously, not wanting to sound as if she was trying to just take advantage of him.