[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3] Dean’s eyes went wide with a mixture of anger and surprise at how quickly Mika exploded. He opened his mouth to speak after her first set of words, but quickly closed it as she continued. “I deserved that…”, he whispered, when the punch to his face was mentioned. He was honestly surprised she hadn’t hit him harder, or kept hitting him, considering this wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a scene like that. He flinched as she continued, saying the words that he had worried she would say, bringing up their past, and how dishonest he could be when he was stressed. “Mika…”, he started, flinching again at her final words, and pushing off the back step of the house to follow her, “MIKA! Stop walking. You’re not a saint either, you know! I only met her because…” He didn’t want to bring up their last big breakup, as closed the gap between the house and her car, slowing to a creeping pace as he caught up with her and watched her climb up onto the trunk. He stepped up to her, refusing to give her space this time, as he needed her to hear him out. Placing his hands on both sides of her face to lift her eyes to him, he nearly growled, but softened his voice as best he could. “Let me explain what’s going on. Alright? I’ll tell you everything, but you have to listen…to me…and try to relax.”, he said to her, carefully. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling his nose against hers as he started to hum their song, just breathing with her through the humming. Cupid had nothing to do with this one. It was just Dean, trying to save what little of a relationship they had been able to keep up, over the years. As he finished the humming, his lips coming up to kiss her forehead, hoping that she was calm enough to speak to him, he narrowed his eyes. Dean’s eyes had fallen on Cason’s jacket draped over the back of the passenger seat, through the back window, which was still fogged around the corners. “That’s not mine…”, he muttered against her forehead, before taking a step back from her, just studying her face, “Mika that’s not mine. I recognize that jacket…” [h3] Cason [/h3] Cason threw his hands up as Esme pulled her hands from him and stepped away. He wanted to follow her, but knew that if he did, it might just start the singing back up, which none of them could handle, at this point. So, he did what he knew how to do. He sat down on the couch beside Natalia, and took the bottle of whiskey from the table in front of her, “Bobby?” Bobby didn’t even need him to say anything, he picked up another glass from beside his desk and tossed it to Cason who caught it skillfully, and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “Here’s to everyone’s fucked up little relationships, and cupid, am I right?” “You’re still thinking it’s cupid?”, Bobby asked as if Cason was insane. But Cason nodded, convinced, and Bobby’s eyebrows fell, “So how do we get rid of him?” “We don’t. The only thing we could feasibly do is to blast him back to heaven, and get him out of our hair, but who knows for how long?”, Cason replied, taking a drink of his whiskey with a quivering hand. “You seem on edge, boy…”, Bobby sighed, watching the demon in front of him shake like a leaf about something on his mind. But Cason didn’t answer, only stared at the wall, as if he was waiting for something to happen. [h3] Annabeth [/h3] Anna giggled into the kiss at his words, her giggle only growing a bit louder at the sound the bed made as he sat. She straddled Sam’s waist, leaning back to let him remove her shirt, before her hands came up under the hem of his, making quick work of it over his broad shoulders and head. She tossed it to the side and pressed their bare chests together, sinking into his kiss. Her fingers coming back up to tangle in his hair, her heart began to beat hard enough that it was visible through he vein on her neck, the overwhelm causing a small and happy sigh to leave her nose as they finally made up for all the lost time… ——- Laying on the pile of blankets Dean had brought down for them earlier in the night, Anna leaned up, still panting a bit from the ‘exercise’ and traced circles on Sam’s bare chest, “Wow…” She giggled at the only word that she could come up with in her mind and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips with a bright smile. She felt almost normal, in that moment. The demon blood was likely reeking havoc on her system, but it had caused a perfect moment with Sam, that ended up causing a few bruises and scrapes, but was a long time coming. She just watched his face, safe with her, wrapped up in what seemed like a sea of blankets, and content. The image almost made her wonder if there could be happiness in this cycle of torture she had been in, down the road. Hopefully, with Sam.