[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean sighed in relief, as Mika accepted his explanation of everything, and his ‘I love you’.  It was a step in the right direction, just to hear her say it back to him, again, and not in tears.  He couldn’t say much, as she explained she loved him no matter what.  The thought sent a jolt through his heart as she leaned forward and kissed him.  He kissed her back, pushing her hair back from the side of her face again and then welcoming the hug.

“Always forever.  I’ve never changed my mind on that…”, he whispered against her ear as he held onto her.  He nodded his head against her to let her know he understood what she was saying, as she admitted that she needed time but wasn’t leaving, “Well, I’m here.  Whatever you need, whatever time you need.  I got you…”

As Sam stepped into the room, Dean pulled back from her a bit and looked up at him with a sigh, “We’re good, Sammy.  Go check on them.  I’ll fill you in in a bit, after we dry it up.”

He smirked back at Mika and then nodded to Sam, telling him to go ahead and go.


[h3] Cason and Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth sighed, frustrated at the idea of being locked back in the vault.  But with everyone in agreement, and now Bobby staring at her as if she was going to explode at any second, she reluctantly nodded, “Fine.  I’ll sleep down there.  It’s like a prison, but I’m sure I’ll be fine…”

Cason scanned Esme’s face, a little hurt that she didn’t want him to come with her, as she made it known.  He didn’t know how to handle her just out right rejecting his offer for safety, although she hadn’t exactly opened up to him in any way that didn’t result in him almost being killed, since they had met.

He nodded slowly and looked down at Sarah, “You can take her.  She seems to like you.  No doubt she would rip me to shreds if I tried to hurt you.”

Cason chuckled, but gave her another sad look, knowing that this might be the last time he would be able to see her face.  He reached down and picked up her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips gently, “I didn’t think you would run.  Get some rest, and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

He dropped her hand and turned back to Annabeth, “Does Sam know you’re out of the vault?”

“No.  I’m about to head back, so it doesn’t upset him.  Last thing I need is being trapped down there without him…”, Annabeth explained, before turning on her heel and walking back down the basement steps.

“Alright.  I think we have everything figured out, for the most part.  Now to wait and make sure the others aren’t going to tear the house apart while some of us are gone…”, Cason sighed out, clapping his hands with a wince as the cut on his hand still worked on healing.