[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean raised his eyebrows as he and Mika stepped out onto the sidewalk, and she shamelessly made her comment about testing the bed…again.  He reached his hand back and scratched his neck, still contemplating just going back into the motel room, but then he dropped his hand to his side and flexed his hand, “I guess there is a definite incentive to finding this thing and stopping it quick, then.  You know…we have science to do.”

He chuckled nervously, not having been able to enjoy this side of Mika for a while, even before going to Hell.  Now, being topside, he was definitely taking advantage, considering how close they had come to destruction, the night before.  He shuddered at those recent memories and walked with her to the Impala.  

As he stepped up near the car, he unlocked the passenger side first, opening the door for her.  He stepped back to let her get inside and bit down on his lip as she teased him with the way she sat down.  He stayed motionless, until she pulled the door shut and then shook himself from his thoughts, forcing himself to step away, after slapping the window.  She was making it extremely hard to leave.

As he opened the drivers door and sat down, he turned his gaze to her and raised his eyebrows, “Are you trying to get me to skip this whole mission?  Because I’m about one second from skipping this whole mission.”

He kept his eyebrows raised, even though he was highly amused and excited by her sudden change of attitude, and brought the Impala roaring to life with the turn of his key.  He put the car in drive and pulled it away from their parking space, adjusting awkwardly in the seat as he drove, and forced himself to keep his eyes pointed forward.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Annabeth gave a small wave to Mika and Dean as they stepped out of their room and over to Nat’s.  She listened carefully to the rhythm that Sam knocked with, planting it into the back of her memory for future reference, as she was sure that if she and Nat kept on the friendly route, she would spend enough time in her room to need it.  She nodded at Sam with a smile, “I think I got it.”

As Nat answered the door and instantly noticed Anna’s outfit, she couldn’t help but turn to the side a bit and lift her foot off the ground to show off her legs in the dress.  She smiled brightly, and shook her head at Nat, “You look great.  I feel naked.”

When Nat explained the situation at the school, Anna raised her eyebrows.  Someone had drowned bobbing for apples?  It was like this thing was trying to rack up a body count, but do so in the most extravagant and themed way possible. She looked up at Sam and nudged his arm, “So, I guess we’re not eating any Halloween candy today, yeah?  Might be cursed.  I can talk to some students.  Considering my outfit, I have a feeling they won’t mind chatting.”

She shrugged her shoulders, teasing Sam and playing on the way her legs looked in the dress as she carefully opened the door and stepped into the back seat.  Pulling at the hem of her dress, she remembered to close her legs in the sexy little dress, and wrapped her arms around her knees, “And next time Nat can have the sexy outfit…”

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke half shrugged as as Esme shifted against his chest, and accused him of being nervous.  He knew he couldn’t hide how fast his heart was beating, considering she was touching his chest, and his heart beat was almost visible as it hammered behind his skin, “Could be the fact that I have to be in here with you, but being naked is like…a whole other ball game for us.”

He chuckled, glancing down at her hand against his chest, before raising his eyes back to hers.  He took a deep breath, and softened his gaze as he stared down at her, his signature smile wanting to stay on his face, hovering in the corners of his eyes and his mouth, “Considerin’ you know how I feel about you, and you’re all beat up and stuff…it’s just a stressful situation.”

Duke smiled brightly, rolling his eyes at Esme not only telling him to breathe, but reminding him of his old favorite expression of concern to Dean about not popping blood vessels in his eyes, which he seemed to do so often, mostly when he was angry with Duke or Esme.  His smile faded slightly as Esme’s projection started.  He had never experienced such a quick chill pill, than the one he was experiencing right then.  His heart rate instantly stuttered, before slowing, beat by beat, and the timid shakiness in his fingers began to calm.

He glanced down at her hand, and furrowed his brow, slowly tilting his head to look at her eyes, “Did you do that on purpose?  Cause your fingers just hit me harder than a Xanax ever did, and it honestly made me wanna snuggle you even harder, instead of runnin’ back to my jeans.”

Duke laughed, not afraid of the sensation at all, but a little skeptical as his wide smile slowly faded, and he ran his free hand through his hair, wetting it down a bit in the process, “But seriously, I always knew you were different from…well, everyone.  But how did you do that?  I ain’t runnin’ nowhere.  It’s just a question.”