[h3] Cason [/h3] 

Cason smirked at Esme’s retort to him, but sighed happily when she took his arm.  He reached across and took her bags from her, walking out to the car. 

When they arrived back to the junk yard, Cason’s stomach knotted a bit, wondering if anyone would actually want him in the house after what had happened the night before.  He dreaded seeing Dean’s face, or even the reactions to his presence.  He hoped he wouldn’t ruin the morning when he walked in.

Turning to Esme before they got out of the car, he sighed, “Are you cool?  I mean I doubt anyone’s going to hold anything against you.  Me on the other hand…”

He shrugged his shoulders, before opening the passenger door and stepping out.  He closed his door and walked around quickly to hers, Sarah following close behind him.  Opening Esme’s door, he offered a hand to her, being extra sweet this morning.

[h3] Dean Winchester and Annabeth [/h3]

Dean shrugged his shoulders in a way that said ‘you’re not wrong’, when Sam mentioned that Mika liked him covered in bruises.  It was a weird hunter couple thing, with them.  Give Dean a black eye and Mika was all over it, not that Dean minded at all.  

As Sam feigned being hurt at Anna and Dean’s joking, Dean brought his hands up to his face pretending to cry for Sam and then gave Anna a wink as she hugged Sam’s waist.  There was something about them, all cuddled up against the counter that gave Dean the warm and fuzzies.  His brother rarely latched onto anyone, or really allowed anyone close to him, anymore.  Not that Dean could blame him, with his track record of dead women.  He laughed, at Nat’s reaction waving his hand around, “Yeah, yeah.  I’m Mika’s favorite for more than one reason…and I’ve always had two sisters.  One of these days?  You’ll let me cut that Disney Princess hair.”

Anna laughed, ruffling her fingers roughly through Sam’s hair as she shook her head at Dean, “I disagree.  I’ll chop off your hands.”

Dean raised his eyebrows, shocked at sweet little Anna protecting his gigantic brother, “Wow, Sammy.  Your hair has a very tiny, very mean bodyguard.  Hey…HEY BOBBY!”

As Dean finished his sentence, he turned to wave at Bobby in the living room, and caught Mika as she stepped by, “We were just talking about favorites and she walks through the room…”

[h3] Bobby Singer [/h3] 

Bobby sighed contently, at the sound of laughing coming from his kitchen.  It was a more than welcome sight after all the fighting.  He waved Mika off, “Well, go enjoy the quiet.  Dean’s laughing, the little girl is laughing and talking.  Might not last long.”

He spoke honestly as he sat down with his coffee, and placed it on his makeshift coaster, kicking back in his chair to watch the kids.  Hearing Sam’s greeting, Bobby lifted his head from his chest and called back to him, just as Dean chimed in as well, “Morning boys!”