[h3] Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer[/h3]

Dean turned to Natalia as Annabeth walked away from him, his pride hurt a bit.  He gave her a scowl, and held his coffee up, “You’re a smartass, you know that?  I’m gonna make you like me, one day.  It’s only fair.  I’m your big brother, after all.  I’m supposed to take care of you, not…this.  But, we are a lot of like, so it’s only right that you’re as big of an asshole as I am.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of coffee as he watched Anna walk away.  He mocked Sam as he chimed in over the conversation with Anna but nodded his head, taking another long drink of coffee when he asked about Mika, “I think everything’s good.  Honestly.  My face is complaining, but she doesn’t seem to be. Stop laughing, Bitch.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, pushing himself up onto the blank counter top to hover over his coffee as he watched his little family buzz around the kitchen.

Bobby had just pulled himself out of bed when Mika showed up at his bedroom door.  He heard her familiar knock, and opened the door carefully, “Good morning, darlin.”

He took the coffee from her hand without being prompted, closing his bedroom door behind him as he stepped out into the living room.  Snaking an arm around Mika’s shoulders, he hugged her to him briefly, before stepping over to his normal place at his desk, “How are you feeling this morning?  They all sound mighty happy, considering what they went to bed to…”


[h3] Cason [/h3]

“Okay.  It couldn’t possibly be because…”, Cason started as he watched Esme’s body language.  He stopped his words, as to not cause her to punch him again.  He stood from the chair and stretched, his wounds from the night before mostly healed.  

Sarah stepped up between them, seemingly happy that they were together and getting along.  Cason couldn’t help but reach a hand down to pat her head, as he agreed that things were decent, and Esme seemed not completely against being near him, and wasn’t even mad about the kiss.  It was a win for him, for the day.

He held his arm out, offering it to Esme, as he stepped toward the door, “Let’s go see what state your merry band of dicks is in, this morning?”

Cason moved his arm a bit, asking for her to grab it, while Sarah nudged between them both lovingly.  


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth giggled at Sam’s teasing of Dean.  The whole room seemed totally different from the day before, and she was relieved.  She was also relieved that no one had brought up the fact that she had just shown up back at the house drenched in blood.  It wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with anyone but Sam, at the moment.

She leaned forward, as Sam teased Dean, and ran her fingers through the back of Sam’s hair lovingly, pulling him back to lean his back against the counter between her legs.  Even sitting on the counter, he was too tall for her to place her head on his shoulder.  So, keeping her hand in his hair, she leaned to look around him as she smiled.

“Dean…if it will wipe the pathetic off your face, you’re my favorite.”, she teased, winking at Dean, who raised his eyebrows and turned his eyes up to Sam’s.

“I’m…her favorite.  Wow.  I’m flattered.  Sam, I’m so sorry…”, he joked back, raising his hand before taking a drink of coffee.  He lowered the mug and nodded, “Thanks Anna.  That means a lot.”