[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3] 

Dean clenched his jaw at his sister’s smartass remark.  He deserved it and he knew he did, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear from Nat of all people.  He glanced down at her face and glared at her, “You don’t have to tell me that.  I’ve been with her to some degree for the last fifteen years.  I know her better than anyone…I need to talk to her.  I can convince her to…”

Bobby sighed and sat his glass roughly on the coffee table, standing from the chair, and stepping up to Dean menacingly, “You let her have her space.  If…and that’s an if…she decides to talk to you, that’s her choice.  It’s not like you’ve never been a stupid dickhead before, like this, Dean.”

Dean flinched at Bobby’s words, watching his father figure’s eyes as he tore into him.  His eyes turned from Bobby’s face to the window of the kitchen, seeing Mika and Cason both standing there, “No.”

“What the hell do you mean, no?”, Bobby snapped.

“I mean no, Bobby.  Things are good, with us.  Things have been good!  I’m not going to sit back like the rest of you and let whatever this thing is win!  Whatever this is, it ends tonight…”, Dean snapped back at Bobby, staring him down for a brief second and then stepping away from him to stomp through the kitchen.

“Dean…”, Bobby called after him, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, “And around and around we go…”

Dean stepped up to the back door, opening it and stepping through the light weight metal, standing in front of Mika.  Tears almost immediately pricked the corners of his eyes as he watched her face, “Talk to me…please?”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason stood close to Mika’s back as she turned to him.  He nodded his head quickly, knowing that she was right.  Dean was incredibly good at reading people.  The nervous pit in his stomach knew that there was a really good chance that he would find out either way. 

As Dean came through the back door, Cason’s breath stopped in his chest, taking all of his will power to not let his eyes turn black from the panic in his chest.  There was the man who was likely going to kill him, brutally.  The great torturer of Hell, Dean Winchester…great…

He raised his eyes to the window, and stared at Esme, just standing there.  She was so beautiful.  And that’s when the guilty feeling in his stomach felt different.  It tasted different.  He had poured his heart out to the poor girl, and now, he was complicating her life even more.

Cason almost wanted to tell her the truth, but as close as she was to Dean, it was a horrible idea.  But he needed to touch her.  He pushed carefully past Mika, and then around Dean’s back and stepped through the door of the house.  Closing the gap between himself and Esme, he reached out and carefully picked one of her hands up, kissing her knuckles.

“I heard what happened…”, he whispered, glancing up to meet her eyes.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna smiled against his lips as they kissed each other.  The familiar urgency was exciting, and although he was taller, he was just Sam.  Feeling his hands pulling her close to him, she sighed and pushed slightly against his chest, to turn him back toward the small bed in the room.  It wasn’t the most glamorous space for them to rekindle what the had lost so many years ago as teenagers, but at the same time, neither was their last meeting place.  At least the panic room had less dust and more security.

As he lifted her, she hopped up a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair as she kissed him a bit rougher, biting at his bottom lip As she pulled away from the kiss briefly, his lip tightly between her teeth, she whispered, “Sit down.”

Anna knew that the others could walk in on them, but from the sounds of the conversations up stairs, they were definitely occupied.  Right now, they could just be.  She didn’t know if it was the demon blood spurring her on, but she felt incredibly bold, in that moment.