[h3]Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean nodded his head as Mika explained what was likely an obvious answer to their little mission.  They needed to speak to the wife, but they needed to see what they could find in the house.  Maybe the guy was just hit up by some sort of demon, trying to get their grips on the town and protect the seal.  Even if that was the case, the wife might have seen or smelled something.

He shook himself from his thoughts as Mika mentioned getting dressed, and made a comment about the bed.  He smirked and hilted his head to the side, “Meh.  We deserved it after all the crap we’ve dealt with, and I just got back from Hell.  I think I earned it.”

Dean chuckled, standing with a wide stretch of his arms above his head.  He shook his arms, shaking off the rest of the stress in his shoulders.  Esme would be fine with Duke, and they had work to do.  He couldn’t let his need to save everyone and keep everyone around him safe get the best of him, and cause him to screw up the hunt, with Mika.

As she squeezed his shoulder and went to get dressed, he stepped over to his own bag, pulling his new dress shirt and the pieces of his suit out to toss them on the bed next to Mika, “You’re going to kill me today, with that suit, aren’t you.?  Of course you are.”, he laughed and shoved his jeans down to start getting dressed.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth kept her smirked and she nodded as Sam reacted to her teasing, but she stood and walked around in front of him, ruffling the hair on the top of his head after he spoke about getting dressed, and what Nat’s reaction would likely be. She laughed, “Well, we shouldn’t have left her alone!”, she laughed.

She continued ruffling his hair as he told the story about Nat’s first time in a suit with the boys, and she laughed again, shaking her head.  Her own dress was a lot less business oriented and made her look like a young newbie to the force, which was probably for the best.  But the thought of Nat in a suit amused her, “That does sound like Nat.  She’s going to be big mad when she sees my dress.  I might have to buy her desert.”

Stepping away from Sam, she walked over to her bag and unzipped it, pulling a sleek black dress, not too long and not too short from her bag by the hanger, holding it up in front of her with a tiny wiggle of her hips, “Someone needs to be the sexy agent, I guess.”

Anna blushed at the insinuation that she was sexy, as she had never pictured herself that way, but she dropped the dress on the bed and began undressing, ready to try something new.

[h3] Duke[/h3]

Duke furrowed his brow as Esme admitted that she had already known how he felt about her, back then.  Even though he had been very careful about the way he looked at her around Dean, and the way that he executed the tiny touches and glances that showed everything.  She had probably started to notice, before his death confession.  He glanced down at their hands as she continued.

He turned his hand over, keeping his free hand pressed against the t-shirt to help it calm the bleeding before he could stitch her up.  He wrapped his fingers around hers and then scanned her face as she spoke, his eyebrows raising when she admitted she had been afraid.  She had been afraid to lose him.

“I was giving up.  I mean, something about feeling the warmth fade out of your fingers while laying on a dusty floor will do that to you.”, he smirked gently, but then leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against hers, “Thats-that’s all in the past.  Somehow, I managed to get out of there in one piece, and I have been reliving that every day since I remembered it.  I put you on the spot, and I know now why you were a little different around me after that…before things went to shit between all of us.  But I’m here, now.”

Not wanting to get distracted from the task at hand, or to cross boundaries his mind wanted him to cross in such a tense moment, Duke tilted his head to press a careful kiss against the tip of her nose, “Let’s get you stitched up, and then we can catch up.  I wanna know what you’ve been up to.”