[h3] Dean Winchester and Cason [/h3]

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s comment about everyone seeming happy.  He was feeling at least relieved, and he felt the need to joke around with everyone, as much as he could.  He watched her grab her coffee, and continued intently watching her as she sat down at the table and dug into her food.  He couldn’t help the wistful smile on his face, as he watched her face.

Hearing the back door open, his ears perked up but he kept his gaze on her, until he heard the voice coming through the kitchen, and his chest tensed a bit, drawing his chin away from his chest to stare at Cason.

Cason shrugged his shoulders at Esme, when she mentioned that Cupid was able to control him.  It was something he wasn’t quite sure of, either.  He knew that he wasn’t in control of much, while Mika was on top of him, but he was aware of everything that was happening.  He had moved against her.  He had made decisions with her.  Sighing, he shook his head, not sure what to say.

As Esme offered to essentially protect him, Cason’s head perked up, his gaze softening as he scanned her eyes with a small smile, “Well.  Worth anything or not, I’ll take you back to your motel.  Don’t worry.  I just can’t believe you care enough to try and keep them from killing me.”

He gave an awkward laugh, reaching out and taking her hand, before pulling her away from her car, and starting the trek across the parking lot.  He stepped through the garage with her, passing Dean’s black Impala on their way, and with a shaky hand, he opened the kitchen door, stepping into the room silently with Esme.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth laughed brightly at Natalia’s praise of her as Dean struggled to find words to get back at her with.  She kept her hands in Sam’s hair, pooling all of it onto the top of his head as they laughed.  She watched Mika walk into the room, and honestly was happy to see her seem so calm and normal.

“She seems okay this morning…”, she leaned forward to whisper in Sam’s ear with a smirk, before Cason stepped through the back door and her head snapped toward him, dropping Sams hair and bringing her hands down instead to nervously play with his earlobes, “And in walks trouble.  Watch Dean.”