[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean shrugged everyone off, stomping off the porch and onto the gravel.  He had barely noticed the pain in his nose, as the blood began to dry in the night air, his face a mess.  However, as he heard Natalia’s footsteps behind him, he knew exactly who was following him, just by her step.

He couldn’t believe that Mika would be able to be seduced by someone she barely even knew.  At least with Esme, they had a past.  They were in love at one point.  It made sense that she would be his weakness, considering the lack of closure in their relationship.  

Cason was a demon.  He was a demon that she barely knew, and Dean only knew in passing, but the guy knew a lot about all of them.  The odds that he was fully effected by Cupid was hard for Dean to wrap his head around.  He still felt like killing him.  Just turning around and marching back into the house, and plunging a knife into his heart.

But for some reason, everyone in the house was protecting Cason, which just made the rage bubble up in his stomach even more.  Climbing up onto the trunk of the Impala, he sat panting, and didn’t turn to Natalia.

“Go back to the house, Nat…”, he said simply, as he stopped short of his Impala, just standing beside it, trying to take deep breaths to calm down from the rage that was still flooding his body, “Now…”

[h3] Cason and Bobby Singer [/h3]

Cason sat up, his body still shaking as Bobby approached him and wrenched his body from the ground, with a slap to his back.  Bobby was thankful that Cason was still alive, considering he was the only person in the house who really seemed to know what to do about Angels.  He felt his phone vibrate against his side, and quickly pulled it with a hand still on Cason’s shoulder.

He flipped it open, tapping Cason and pointing to the couch, which Cason took as instruction and sat.
[i] “I’ll be down in a second…”[/i]

He turned from Cason, “You gonna heal?”

Cason simply nodded, and Bobby nodded back, walking toward the stairs of the basement.  He approached the door, and turned the heavy wheel, before wrenching the door open.

“So this is where you have been the whole time your brother has been losing his damn mind.  What’s she doing uncuffed?!”, he asked Sam, looking over he and Anna, who was still sitting on the floor, a blanket up around her chest.

Sarah and Violet, hearing Esme screaming, reacted, wanting to protect her and their dad from a possible explosion. Running across the yard, they entered the house, snarling and fighting with each other as they tried to enter at the same time. Eventually, they managed to squeeze past each other, with Sarah hopping up, placing both her paws on Esmes chest to knock her back onto the floor, then placing her body weight against Esmes legs. 

Violet ran over to the couch, seeing that Esme was cared for and jumped onto the cushion, curling up on Cason’s side, her head on his lap, as if to tell them both to calm down…