[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean continued to pour his emotions into the passionate and rough kiss with Esme, his hands holding her head firm as he let out a small whimper against her lips.  But what came next was completely unexpected, Mika’s voice.  He abruptly pulled away from the kiss, his eyes shooting toward Mika’s approaching frame as he held his hands out in front of him.

“Mika…wait…I can…”, he started as she pulled her fist back, and as if in slow motion made contact with his cheekbone.  Stumbling, he fell roughly onto the ground and stared up at her, holding his face, “Mika wait.  MIKA! Dammit…”

As Natalia ran after her, and turned to scold him, he sighed, rolling onto his stomach a bit to push himself off the ground, a bit dizzy from the mix of alcohol and his girlfriend’s impressive right hook.  

“Nat…”, he started as she flipped him off, causing another sigh to leave his throat as he stood to his feet, “NATALIA!”
Throwing his hands up, and letting them fall heavily to his sides, he turned back to Esme, his eye already swelling as he stared at her.  He didn’t say anything, just let his eyes apologize for the whole situation.  He gestured for her to follow him, and started the semi short walk home.

As they walked, he received a text message.  He opened his phone and growled, placing the phone against his forehead as he closed his eyes tightly, “Esme…I’ll um…I’ll drive you to that motel in a bit, and we can…we can talk hopefully tomorrow about everything, and where to go from here.  Right now, I’ve gotta go diffuse a bomb.”

He continued to walk beside her, although his pace picked up as he fought back frustrated tears, or hold outs from the heavy crying earlier in the night.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna peered between Sam’s eyes as she heard his calming words, feeling a wave of relaxation take over her body as he touched her face.  She had almost forgotten about how calming his skin was, when she wasn’t covered in blood and ravenous.

She simply nodded, pressing her nose into his chest and breathing deeply, just wanting to take in the surreal moment of being near him again, until he asked the question she had wanted to avoid bringing up the whole time.  She didn’t move her face initially, but then turned it on its side, resting her cheek against his chest.

“He said that she was…using you as some sort of weapon against Lilith.  He um…he said you had drank the demon blood, too, and if I would stay with him, and do my part…I could take your place.”, she explained, her face expressionless from reliving the trauma of Alastair’s words, “And if I take your place, Lilith won’t kill you.  He said that if you continue, you’ll be unstoppable.  You’ll be inhuman.”