[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]


Dean held Mika’s hand tightly, walking down stairs with her.  He knew that they would probably get a few looks, coming down together, holding hands.  The night before could have ended much worse than it did.  But instead, they were on good terms, for the most part.  The smell of coffee instantly hit his nose as they entered the living room, and he scratched his chest absentmindedly in anticipation for his first drink of the day, “Maybe she learned to cook…”

He muttered the words back down to Mika, before lifting his his head to glance over at Natalia, “Good morning, my lovely sister…”

As he said the words, Sam and Anna appeared from the basement, and Sam chimed in to Nat, who made her snarky comment about him, “Hey!  I have never done anything to deserve what you do to me.  Cold water.  Turning the hot water heater off before my shower.  Hiding my boots, my car keys, whatever else you don’t want me to get ahold of to leave…”

“And I can cook.  Can Sam cook?  I made one mistake before I saw how…fun…you are, and you hold it against me forever.”, he released Mika’s hand, stepping up beside Nat to sweetly kiss her cheek, “Thanks for cooking breakfast, sis.”

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason watched Esme’s face carefully as she went through what he could tell were both good and painful memories of Dean Winchester.  His heart sank, as he sat down in the chair by the window, crossing his legs.  As she came out of her thoughts, and scooted off the bed to go and take a shower, he raised his eyes to meet her face, “I’ll be here.”

He chewed at the skin on his lips, waiting patiently for her to come out of the bathroom.  Sarah jumped off the bed, coming over to place her head lovingly on his leg, as if to try and calm his nerves.  He both regretted and didn’t regret kissing Esme.  It wasn’t the ideal first kiss, but it was something he had wanted to do for days.

As she came out of the bathroom, and began collecting her things, Cason watched, his fingers on his chin with his elbow propped on the table.  Her voice startled him a bit as she apologized.  He brought his hand into the air and waved her off, “Don’t be…”

He let her finish and shrugged his shoulders, “Call me a civilized demon that’s smitten, I guess.  Throwing water never occurred to me.  You kissed me back, though…”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna giggled at Sam’s words about Natalia.  She quietly hoped Nat would like her as well, considering her connection to Sam.  She took Sam’s hand, carefully walking up the stairs, where they were met by a flurry of activity, from Natalia cooking, to the others showing up with their own loud talking.  Anna couldn’t help but smile, her hand running up Sam’s arm as he joked with Nat.

She met Nat’s eyes and smiled politely, “Thanks Nat.”, she muttered to her, before turning to Sam, “Time for you to save the day.”

She laughed quietly, stepping away from Sam to go and pour a cup of coffee for herself.  The coffee smelled amazing, and she was dying to have a drink.  But Dean stepped up next to her, after finally leaving Nat alone.  He stared down at her with a smirk on his face, causing her to scan up to his eyes, and shove an empty mug into his chest.

“Good morning Anna…”, he chimed, taking the empty mug from her to pour himself a cup of coffee, “How are you doing this morning?”

“I’m um…fine!  I feel brand new.  Apparently I hadn’t been high long enough to really make an impact that surpassed…Sam.”, she answered him back, which caused his eyebrows to raise.

“You don’t say…”, he turned toward Sam, catching his brother’s eyesight briefly with his eyebrows waggling and his tongue between his teeth.

“You’re so disgusting.”, Anna scoffed, slapping Dean hard in the chest, before walking across to sit on the counter behind Sam, as he helped Natalia cook.