[h3] Dean Winchester and Cason[/h3]

Dean knew that everything Nat was saying was true, as he laid with his hands on his stomach.  He closed his eyes as she essentially washed over most of the emotions he had, himself.  He knew Mika was crazy about him.  Hell, she had almost died for him a few times, in the past.  Their breakup was so explosive that he went down the worst path of self destruction, he had experienced in his life.

“Esme saved my life.”, he muttered to Nat.  This was the first time he had truly opened up to his sister about anything this personal, and it almost felt like he needed it, desperately, “After Mika and I broke up, Esme found me, at one of the lowest points in my life.  I was needy.  I was constantly drunk, and I had nightmares…violent ones.  She never judged.  She never fought against my nature.”

He had started to hear the music playing upstairs, “I need to tell Mika, but how do I tell her that the person I kissed back at the bar is the only other person I’ve ever been in love with, other than Mika?  I don’t figure she’s gonna take that much better…”

Dean turned his head, peering up at Mika’s bedroom window as she started to sing.  He sat up slowly, just watching her as she sang.  Much to his surprise, he could hear every single one of the lyrics.  It wasn’t forgiveness.  It was simply her wanting to feel like he still saw her as the girl he fell in love with, changed with, and worked so hard to keep.

He slipped his legs off the side of the Impala, and without missing a beat, ran toward the house.  He swept past Esme and Cason, and straight up the stairs, causing Cason to groan as he continued painting the sigil.  Without answering Esme, Cason slapped his bloody hand against the sigil, causing a loud scream and a bright flash of light to flood the exterior of the house.  Cupid was gone.

“Now…and I don’t know exactly how close you have to be.  Apparently, just within the same property.  So, yay!  No more cupid…”, Cason gasped out, pulling a bandana from his back pocket and wrapping his cut hand in it tightly, “No more singing…”

Dean came to a stop, skidding into the door frame of Mika’s bedroom, to see her sobbing on the floor.  A pained look washed over his face as he carefully crept into the room, his boots easily giving him away as he stepped slowly, and finally crouched, sitting on his knees beside her and pulling her body against his chest.

“Shhh.  Hey.  Just relax.”, he whispered, falling back on his ass against the wood floor.  He wrenched her arms around his waist, and held her tightly against him, “I’m right here…”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna nodded softly, not wanting to stay in the vault, but knowing that if she left, it could stir up a whole new set of trouble.  She reached out and brushed her fingertips down Sam’s arm, before stepping over to the bed and sitting down with a small sigh.

“Go.  Help your brother.  I’ll be here, when you get back.”, she murmured, a small reassuring smile on her face as she watched him, “I promise…”