[h3] Dean Winchester[/h3] Dean slowed his pace a bit, when he realized he was stomping away from Esme. None of this was her fault. It was his own stupidity that led to this. He could feel the bruise on his cheek pulsing with every heartbeat as he turned his head to look at her with sad eyes, “I just don’t want you to go alone, if you don’t want to. Your mental state is just as bad as mine right now. This is going to take forever to fix, if it can be fixed…” He sighed, fighting back tears again as he instinctively reached over to her, and pulled her arm into his, a comfort move for him. The gravel was loud as they walked, slowly approaching the junkyard lights. [h3] Cason and Bobby [/h3] “What have you heard about Cupid?”, Cason asked Bobby, as they sat across from each other at Bobby’s desk. Bobby raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “Nah. Cupid wouldn’t be doing this. Isn’t he like a cute little fat thing with a bow? He’s the love cherub…”, Bobby groaned just as Natalia stepped through the door calling out to them. Bobby’s head jerked upward, his shoulders falling in a defeated sigh to hear that the worst had happened, and probably because he sent them out, “Dammit, boy…Where are they now?” Cason stood, book still in hand as he scanned his eyes over the darker side of Cupid, the side of Cupid that could be violent and erratic when stressed, or if his prophesies were screwed with. He thought back to Sam and Anna being separated, and the fact that it happened at the hands of an Angel, wondering if it had anything to do with the hunch. “I have an idea…I’ll be back.”, he muttered, snapping the book shut and walking through the front door without another word. He stepped onto the porch and jogged down the steps, slowly making his way around the house with his eyes on the roof. As he stepped around the back lot, he noticed Mika still sitting in her car, and carefully passed it, turning his eyes back to the roof. Disappointed, he sighed, “Dammit. Where are you?” [h3] Annabeth [/h3] Anna narrowed her eyes at Sam, as he explained that the situation was truly complicated, but that she couldn’t say anything to anyone. She didn’t typically share much with the group anyway, and she nodded quickly, watching his eyes as he spoke with regret and shame, but resolve. The look on his face calmed her nerves a bit. She didn’t judge. She couldn’t judge, but she also noticed that he spoke about the addictive properties of the demon blood. “I’ll say nothing…but you have to let me help you kill her. She did this to me. She needs to see what she’s done, to both of us, and to Dean.”, she sighed and reached her shaky hand up, her wrist now dried with blood from the handcuffs. She brushed her hand gently across his skin, wondering if it was as sensitive as her own, with the demon blood in both their systems, “Are you dealing with the addiction? I know how powerful you can feel, but I also know how hard it is to come down. You seem so adjusted, Sam…”