[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean didn’t honestly like being taken care of, but he was glad that at least Mika was willing to help him, and let him stay with her.  As she doctored his wounds, he stayed as still as he could, following her hands from time to time, with his eyes to see where she was headed with the various tools from the first aid kit. 

He stepped down from the back of the toilet as she finished up with him, “You’re a pretty good nurse…”

He smiled brightly, his eyes lazy as he stepped back into the bedroom and collapsed on his stomach  on the bed.  He kicked his boots off, letting them fall to the floor at the foot of the bed, and then rolled enough to unbuckle his belt and shove his pants down, also kicking them to the foot of the bed.

Turning back onto his stomach, he reached both hands up under his pillow and as Mika joined him, he draped an arm around her waist and passed out.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth smiled and nodded, scooting her body down against the makeshift bed.  As he laid down shirtless, she scooted closer to him, turning her back to him and pulled his free arm over her as if it was a blanket, “Goodnight Sam…”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

After a few hours of boring human sleep watching, Cason popped away from the lot, showing up at the foot of Esme’s bed silently.  Sarah, however, raised her head just enough to growl at Cason.  

“Shut your mouth.  I’m just checking in…”, Cason hissed at her, but her growl didn’t stop, “Would you really hurt me?”

Sarah lowered her head even more around Esme, as if telling Cason that she would absolutely kill him if she had to.  Huffing, he pointed a finger at her.

“You’re a traitor.  I sent you to protect her, because I’m protecting her…You’re not supposed to turn on me.”, he hissed, before disappearing back to Bobby’s lot with a loud sigh.  The hellhounds might have been a bad idea…

————[h3][u]The next day[/u][/h3]————

[h3] Dean Winchester and Annabeth [/h3]

Dean groaned as Mika moved against his side.  He pulled her closer to his body, and kissed her neck gently, “If we don’t go downstairs, they’ll never know we’re awake.”

He nuzzled further into her neck with small kisses, pulling the blanket up over his head to block out the sun.

Annabeth’s eyes fluttered open as she laid with her head resting against Sam’s chin, a pleasant sigh leaving her lips.  She scooted herself back, pressing her back against his bare chest more, and smiled, “Good morning, handsome…”