[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean smiled brightly against Mika’s neck as she stroked his hair and agreed with him.  His shoulders fell as he thought about a normal vacation, maybe with an ocean and some drinks.  Mika in a bathing suit wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.  As she turned to him, he leaned into her hand with his cheek, pulling her closer to his body, “I’ll hold you to that.  I love you too.  Let’s get ready to go before I get used to this again…”

He smirked and leaned in, kissing her deeply for a moment.  Pulling back, he nuzzled her nose, pecking her lips one more time, “I have a really long drive ahead of me.”

Dean reluctantly pulled back from her, bringing his hands to her arms.  He slid his fingers down her arms and into hers, holding one of her hands while his other reached over for her bag.  He shifted it to his shoulder, leaning down to pick his up, and turned toward the door, pulling her behind him.


[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth smiled gently at Sam’s attempt to reassure her about his time with Dean.  She had to admit that she was worried about what Dean was going to say, and whether he would bring up the fact that she was both a distraction, and something someone could use against Sam.  Then again, he had his own distractions to worry about, between Mika and Esme.  She nodded, but when he mentioned he would be texting her, she raised an eyebrow.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re smitten on me…”, she giggled, but glanced up at Natalia as Sam did, her eyebrows furrowing.  Hearing the news, she turned her eyes back to Sam’s face, confused as to what exactly the barricades would consist of.

“So, its worse than just stopping some super powerful demon.  Now we have to fight our way through?”, she asked, turning from Sam to Nat, and back to Sam.

[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason took a deep breath as Esme spoke, knowing that she was ready to argue with him, until she noticed his touch.  He waited for the punch, or slap, but she was calm and simply asked him the reason for his particular method.  His reasoning?  He wanted to touch her.  That was it.  And it was a lot more conspicuous to touch her near bundles of clothing than it would have been to just pick up her hand.

“Your hip was more convenient.”, he whispered back to her, just before she pulled away from him.  Sighing, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and watched her finish her beer, before turning back to him as she walked toward the door.  Raising his eyebrows, impressed that his plan had actually gotten through to her, he turned and followed her like a puppy.

As Cason walked behind Esme, he jogged to step up near her, running a single finger down her bicep all the way to her hand with her keys.  He dug between her fingers and snatched her keys from her, kissing her cheek quickly before jogging around to the drivers side of her car, “I’m driving.  I felt your vibe back there and you could use a bit of time to get your shit together.  Let me help.  Get in.”

Shooting her a bright smile, he opened the drivers door and sat down in the seat, turning the engine over without a chance for Esme to complain too much.  If she wouldn’t let him in personally, he would just protect her until she made him leave or killed him…either were options, at this point.