[h3] Dean Winchester and Annabeth [/h3]

Dean stood a bit straighter, letting his shoulders fall as he felt Mika’s hand over his.  He looked down at her and softened his expression, feeling bad that he was losing his temper.  He had fought really hard against the rage and the fire inside his chest that he had dealt with since going to Hell, but sometimes it just bubbled over the surface.

“I’m sorry…”, he muttered quietly to Mika, an apology for being so aggressive and making her flinch, something he never wanted to do, “I’m gonna go get dressed and then we can head out.  We have work to do.  Sammy.  Get dressed.”

He pulled Mika’s hand up to his lips and gave her knuckles a kiss before stepping away from her to go get into his work clothes.  

Annabeth nodded at Mika's offer for her to ride with her.  She didn’t want to leave Sam, as she felt safe pretty much only when she was touching him.  But she also knew that if Dean and Sam were going to fight the entire ride, it would be a pretty explosive and potentially dangerous situation.  She didn’t understand how Dean drove so well, glaring at people in the car with him.

“I think that sounds like a good idea.  You guys need some time…you can work on him.”, she leaned forward and whispered in Sam’s ear, before giving him a small kiss against the side of his neck, “I’ll just meet up with you, when we get there, and I’ll have my phone.”

Their connection was relatively strong, now that they fully recognized each other, and the connection had formed a bit of clinginess, at least on Anna’s side, as she feared losing him again, above all else.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason opened his mouth to speak, his eyebrows raised almost into his hairline as Natalia mentioned the seal they were working on being Samhain.  THE Samhain.  He shook his head, taking a beer from her, and then took a long drink, his eyes still a bit wide.

“Where do we even start, with a demon that powerful?  Like…this is stuff that I don’t even have a lot of information about.  I mean, I know the angels and demons are fighting.  Why do you think I’m chilling here in the Bobby Singer resort and spa?  I’m staying out of the mess.”, Cason explained, pointing his beer toward Bobby’s house, “But if they’re raising this dude, he’s got some serious power.  The odds of us being able to actually stop it are pretty slim…”

He hated to be the Debbie Downer, but he also had to be realistic.  The team consisted of two demon blood addicts, a wayward demon, a drunk, the drunks girlfriend, an empath, and a hard ass hunter he hadn’t felt out yet.  Getting everyone on the same page would be nearly impossible.

“I guess if there was ever a day to die, at least it’s sunny outside!”, he said joyfully, stepping away from the Impala with his beer, and heading back inside.