[h3] Dean Winchester[/h3] Dean gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching visibly as Natalia refused to leave him alone. She was so much like Sam that it hurt, but with his grit. Damn stubborn woman… As the back of the Impala dipped a bit with her sitting beside him, he sighed and placed his head in his hands. He didn’t say anything for a bit, just fighting hard to control the rage that he had been so good at keeping control of, until he ended up in Hell. But he couldn’t tell Nat about Hell, not yet. Keeping one palm on his forehead, he turned his head toward her slightly, just staring at her, before turning his sight back toward the ground behind the Impala, “They slept together…” It hurt to even say the words out loud. His stomach cramped and he fought the urge to run straight back into the house, to finish the deed. Instead, he turned his head back to Nat, just looking at her, “And while I know it was probably Cupid, I can’t help but see a demon, hitting her at her most vulnerable place. And I caused that.” Dean pressed his lips together tightly, and gave a sad laugh, “Because unlike what she went through, I kissed Esme willingly…” His anger was slowly fading to a horrible guilt, one that he was intimately familiar with, with Mika. It’s not like this was the first time he had let her down, and either caused her to do something stupid, or to be injured in the process. This was just the first time that the situation had started with a lie… He leaned back, laying his head against the back glass of the Impala as he closed his eyes and sighed loudly, “Nat, I don’t think we can come back from this one. I can’t look at her without wanting to kill him or feeling like an absolute piece of shit for what I did…” [h3] Cason [/h3] Cason glanced to Esme, and simply threw his hands up, “We might have…Well cupid might have made us…have sex…” As the words left his mouth, Violet’s head landed in his lap, and he hugged her tightly, taking a long drink from the open whiskey bottle. There was still a chance, if he stayed, that he would end up killed, tonight. Unless. He heard a faint melody playing from upstairs, as Cupid landed on the eve, just outside Mika’s window, keeping himself invisible to her, but drawing her to the open window to look down at Dean, tears streaming down his face to see the pain the both of them were in. He could fix this… Cason stood quickly, as the music played and looked around Bobby’s desk, until he found the large hunting knife Bobby kept under one of his books for protection. He pulled it, quickly slicing a deep cut into his hand and ran to the nearest closet door, taking the blood from his hand onto his finger, and began painting the same sigil from the hotel they met in. No one else was singing tonight, especially Mika. [h3] Bobby Singer and Annabeth [/h3] Anna stood from the ground, searching around for her shirt and shorts, quickly shimmying into the shorts once she had them in her hands. She then threw the t-shirt on, trying not to flash Bobby in the process and joined Sam, to make sure Bobby could get a good look at her face. Bobby gave Sam a look, still concerned about the idea that Anna might have seduced Sam just to get him to let her go, but rolled his eyes at his younger son’s inability to keep to a plan, if his feelings were involved. “What happened?! Oh, well while you were off frolicking, your brother almost killed Cason. Apparently, from what little I could gather from the situation, you’ve all been singing your songs. Where yours was happy, apparently, the others were not so much.”, Bobby explained, his expression exhausted, “And Cason and Mika ended up rolling around together. So, there’s a whole ass can of worms open, up there. I don’t even know where Dean ended up…” Bobby got as much info as he could out of his system, before turning and walking back upstairs. He was aggravated, tired, and honestly fed up with the whole song and dance that they couldn’t seem to break out of. Anna’s eyes widened behind Sam, “Cason and Mika?! I would have never guessed that one…”