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

Dean smirked but rolled his eyes at Castiel’s response to being handed a beer, “Yeah.  And you’re welcome.”, he responded watching as the angel drank the entire beer at once.  He raised his eyebrows and shot a glance at Bobby, who shrugged his shoulders, his eyebrows also raised.

Dean simply nodded and picked up the empty beer bottle while scoffing, “yeah.  We require lots of food, and drink to survive.  I’m assuming you don’t.”

Bobby turned his eyes back to Castiel as his name was uttered, and watched his face, “Well doesn’t that just sound like a fun time at the beach?  I guess I’ll start doing some research on this guy, and you guys can start with the grunt work.  You’ll probably need your suits.”

Dean nodded, turning toward Mika as she chimed in, “We’ll be fine.  This should be simple, if we’re just stopping something.  It hasn’t happened yet.  So, we’re not fighting a big bad.  Easy in and out, right?”

Bobby cleared his throat and glared at Dean momentarily, before stepping away from the group to go back to his desk, “Pack up and get ready to head out.  I’ll grab a fresh card for gas money.”

[h3] Annabeth and Cason[/h3]

Anna was honestly terrified that Dean was going to want to kill her after he found out what she could do on demon blood, or even worse, that she turned into essentially a demon predator.  She glanced down at Sam’s hand on her knee.  She smiled weakly, knowing that if Dean wanted to get to her, he definitely could, whether Sam liked it or not.  It was one of the reasons she had mostly kept her distance from him, until this morning.

“Well.  Good luck with that.”, she muttered against his ear, leaning up closer to his back, “And whatever this is that we’re about to do sounds like it might be a demon thing if it has to do with Lilith, or Alastair.  You don’t think…our powers…”

She whispered the words with her eyebrows raised, a little more than nervous about the hunt in general, or what she was capable of if she was stressed enough.  They hadn’t had the chance to find out.

As Cason watched Natalia and Esme leave the house, he straightened a bit, narrowing his eyes at them, but nodding at Nat as she passed.

“Wait.  We’re talking about stopping seals from breaking?  That’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack, in the middle of a hurricane.  No one actually knows where they are…”, Cason spoke up, but quickly tilted his head to the side and pointed, “Unless the angel told you where they are…”