[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean narrowed his eyes and he shook his head as Mika teased him about the way he treated her when she was wearing her suit.  It was his thing.  It was a weakness.  He pulled on his dress pants, and buttoned them, raising his chin to look down at her with his eyebrows raised.  He pulled his t-shirt over his head, tucking it into his pants before picking up his crisp white dress shirt and slipping his arms into it, “It IS your fault that you move your hips more when you’re in that suit.  It’s criminal.”

He shook his head again, buttoning his shirt as he watched her slip her heels on, “Criminal…”

A smile creeped up on Dean’s face as he stepped back from the bed to grab his jacket and tie from the top of the dresser.  He pulled his arms through his sleeves, and began tying his tie as she looked at her phone.  He shrugged his shoulders, “Since you’re so good at being sweet to people who are down and out, and I won’t have Sam’s puppy eyes, I’ll leave you to the wife.  I can rummage through the house and see what I can find.”

He awkwardly tied his tie, and tightened it around his neck with a grimace, folding his collar down and stepping up to her.  He placed both hands on her hips and pulled himself close to her face, already having trouble concentrating, “Criminal, I’m tellin’ ya.”, he chuckled, kissing the tip of her nose.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna blushed as Sam paid her a compliment, still getting used to just having him so close at all times.  She had thought she would never see him again, and suddenly, he was with her pretty much all the time, and being so sweet.  She smirked, shaking herself from her thoughts as she finished undressing.

She picked up the dress and stepped carefully into it, wiggling her hips to pull it onto her body fully, and then reached back for the zipper, “I might actually need help with this, when you’re finished with your pants.  I don’t know of I can zip it myself.”

She laughed and turned partially toward him, trying to keep her eyes on his face as he dressed himself.  She held the dress around her chest to walk over to her bag and pull a pair of tall black heels that she was sure would make her long legs look infinite, which she had to admit was a plus to this whole thing.  Dropping the heels on the floor, she carefully stepped into them, raising her height by several inches.

Backing up toward the bed, she stood in front of Sam, patiently waiting for him to finish getting dressed so he could help her with her zipper, and action that she knew would make them both blush, as they continued getting comfortable around each other, despite the moment they had in the vault.

“These heels are tall tall.  I might actually stand at your shoulders, now.”, she teased, glancing down at her feet at the sexy black heels.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke ran water in a large tub in the bathroom after stitching Esme up, and as he bent over the tub to check the temperature of the water, he heard her voice from the room and his ears perked up to listen to what she was saying.  He smirked, hearing her mention Salado.  Even though there were definitely drugs involved, and the night could have gone way far south, he found her the most adorable when she was left with him alone, and had to fight her hands.

“I definitely remember you being messed up on somethin’, and Dean left you with me so he could go get more waters.  You were a mess.  You were fightin’ and angry, and then you got lovey dovey and called me by the wrong name.  It took every bit of effort to peel you off me like an octopus.  I’m convinced someone slipped you somethin’.  You were strong!”, he teased back through the door, before stepping into the room.  He was still shirtless, and his newer muscles rippled as he shook his arms out, before walking to stand in front of her.

He carefully reached our and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to stand tight against his chest as he stared down at her, “And I remember giving you a bath, and Dean showin’ up all confused but once he saw you asleep in the tub, he forgave me for that.”

Duke laughed, walking backward slowly and pulling her with him by her waist.  As they stepped over the threshold of the bathroom, he lowered his hands carefully to her hips, as if he was afraid he was crossing a boundary.  Nervously hooking his fingers in the sides of her underwear, he pulled them down her legs, until they dropped onto the floor and he held onto her again, letting her step out of them.

“Sorry, love.  I know this is personal.  Just tryin’ to keep you from bashin’ your skull on any porcelain.”, he apologized, reaching a hand up to flick her bra open with his fingers.  He lifted the straps to keep them from brushing her stitches on her shoulder, and tossed it on the floor with a nervous smile, “Now.  Bath time.  Your face already looks better, just from a little swelling gel.  You still heal just as fast as you used to.”

He released her waist, and brushed his fingertips over her swollen, but much less angry cheek, actually able to see her eye relatively clearly now.  He then shook himself from his stare, and he took both her hands, “C’mon.  I’ll help.  Just get in and relax.”