[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean sighed through his nose at Mika’s reply about the others coming to drag them out of bed.  He was tempted to pull a gun on them if they tried.  He was comfy, and his head was pounding.  He heard the tone of her voice as she mentioned taking mornings together for granted, something he had to agree with.  In his forty years in Hell, he often thought about the fact that he would never be able to have these moments again.  Having them back, he couldn’t help bask in them.  He tightened his arms around her instinctively at the thoughts, and opened his eyes finally.

He stared down at her, flinching a bit at her fingertips against the bruised side of his face.  Between her punch to his cheek and the fight, his entire face from his forehead to his lower cheek was bruised to hell.  Both of his eyes were slightly blackened, but not too swollen, from the headbutt he had received to the nose, and honestly, he didn’t mind all of it.  It was a stark reminder of his mistakes and anger problems that needed to be atoned for.

“Meh.  I deserved it.  I was surprised that you finally punched me again, after all these years, but I did deserve it…”, he muttered, kissing her back gently.   He brought his lips up to kiss her nose and smirked, “But now I’m all bruised up.  I remember someone having a bit of a soft spot for scars…”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason noticed that everyone was starting to roam around and stir from their sleep, but he hadn’t checked in on Esme in a while.  He wondered if she was awake, and felt the need, after last night, to take her out for breakfast.  At the very least, he wanted to apologize for causing another outburst from her.

He stood from the steps of the front porch, and disappeared, popping up at the foot of Esme’s bed.  She was still sleeping soundly, but he couldn’t hear her breathing.  Sarah’s head perked up when she heard him, and she didn’t instantly growl at him, which concerned him.

“Is she okay?”, he asked Sarah, who simply looked down at her, which Cason took as worry.  He carefully walked over to the side of the bed where Esme was turned, sleeping like a stone and placed a hand carefully on her shoulder, his eyes raising to Sarah, “Dont…bite me.”

He gently shook Esme, but noticed that she wasn’t waking, which caused him to frown and pat her cheek.  He pushed her hair back from her face, patting it a bit harder, and sighed.  He needed to do something he wasn’t sure if he wanted to even consider.  He had to call someone who knew her better than he did.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Dean’s number and held his breath until Dean answered.

Dean flinched as his phone rang from under his pillow, reaching up under the pillow and pulling it out.  Seeing that it was Cason, he rolled his eyes and groaned, “What do you want?”

“Um.  Trust me.  I don’t want to call you either.”, Cason snapped at him in a whisper, his fingers still stroking through Esme’s hair, “But Esme won’t wake up.  I figure you’ve been down this road before, with her…and unfortunately for me, I need your help.”

“Did you try kissing her?”, Dean asked, rolling his eyes once more.

“No…what?!”

“Snow White?  You know.  Kiss her.  It always worked for me…”, Dean spoke carefully, “Look.  The worst she’s going to do to you is blow your brains out again.  Best case scenario, she likes it.  I’m fine with either…good luck.”

Cason pulled his phone away from his ear and stared at it with narrowed eyes, “Dean?  Dean!  Don’t hang…dammit.”

Tossing his phone onto the mattress, he stared at Esme for a few seconds, contemplating his options, before leaning in carefully and placing a gentle kiss against her lips with a sigh.  


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth sighed happily as Sam’s fingers moved through her hair and down her back, the simple and calming feeling almost making her want to go back to sleep.  She rolled once again, wanting to watch his face in such a calm moment, as this was the first time they had ever woke up together, “I slept surprisingly well.  You’re warm…”

She gave a small giggle, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as she scooted herself to touch noses with him, and watch his smile.  As he mentioned others being awake, she sighed, “I would honestly rather not.  I’m gonna be cold, but I am pretty hungry.  And I guess, now, you’re stuck with me anyway.”

She laughed softly, and placed a soft kiss against his lips.  She also had noticed the door hanging open, which didn’t phase her, as she had never planned to escape.  She felt safe with Sam, from herself and from everyone else.  And she didn’t plan to allow herself to be separated from him again.

Anna couldn’t help but giggle lightly at Natalia’s screaming down at them, despite her not wanting to move from his warmth.