[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

“Testing my patience…”, Dean grumbled with a scoff, looking out the windshield as he drove and adjusted in his seat uncomfortably.  As she mentioned that they needed to calm themselves down before they met with wife, but made sure to make another little quip, Dean raised his eyebrows with a wide smile, a bit astonished that Mika was behaving so overtly.  Something had witched in her and she was in rare form, which he hated to waste on a hunt.  It was another reason he wanted to just turn around and go back to the motel, just to take advantage of her mood.

“Yeah.  We wouldn’t want her calling our supervisor to report any sort of sexual harassment stuff.  Bobby would be furious…”, he laughed, as they passed a few children in their costumes.  He was tempted to just reach out the window and snag a few bags of candy, but he restrained himself, and grumbled again.

“And I’m ready to dig into some Halloween candy.  How is it this late in the day, and I haven’t had so much as a snickers?  Halloween is one of my favorite friggin’ holidays and I can’t even enjoy it because the angels want me to work a stupid job.”, he grumbled as he watched another kid walk by with a bucket of candy, “But yes.  I hope the wife is cooperative.  I want candy and a burger.  I can’t be held accountable for things I break when denied food and sex.”

[h3] Annabeth[/h3]

Anna cringed at the idea of Dean eating a ton of candy, as keyed up as he typically was without the sugar.  She almost felt sorry for Mika, in that moment as Sam and Nat chatted by the car.  As she sat down in the back seat, and Sam stepped into the passenger seat up front, Anna crossed her arms and leaned back against the leather seat, only for Sam to turn to her with a smile.  She laughed softly, and blushed as he mentioned the reaction she would likely get to her dress.  She could almost hear a slight edge of jealous or possessiveness in his voice, and it excited her heart a little more than she would have expected.

“I will make sure to remind them of that.  Wouldn’t want my very large and very ‘mean’ partner beating up any 14 year olds, yeah?”, she laughed, adjusting her dress.  As they left the parking spot, she sighed, remembering how Castiel looked at her, and how he casually talked about killing her when they were back in Bobby’s kitchen.  If this hunt went wrong, there was no telling what the angels had in store for them, specifically her and Sam.  She shuddered at the thought and leaned her head against the window as they drove, staying relatively silent.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke raised his eyebrows as Esme explained why she was able to calm him so well with just a touch.  He had heard of Empaths, in the past, and heard of a few of them having powers outside of just their feelings and ability to project them.  It wasn’t a new term, but it did concern him as he thought over some of the powers he had heard about.  He pouted his lip and nodded, as if it made perfect sense, but he had to think it over.

“So, that whole time, you knew that I was jealous and stuff?  Wow…”, he muttered, his eyes widening slightly at the realization.  He had spent well over a year with her and Dean, watching them from afar, or rather, trying not to watch them when they were together.  They were so damn good together, but Duke couldn’t help the irrational jealousy (that he now knew she could feel) when he was near them, “That had to be awkward.  I mean…I was a mess back then.”

He picked up the cloth he had wet her hair with, and dipped it in the water before brushing it over her soapy hair  to wash the shampoo out.  As he did so, he tightened his arm around her, and smirked, “You know what’s funny?  I’ve been in this business so long that all I can really say to that is ‘there are worse things you could be’, I guess.  I mean, I believe it was you that was whole heartedly convinced I could be chained up like a guard dog when we thought that werewolf in flagstaff had turned me.  Remember that?”

He squeezed another stream of water over the top of her head, sliding the cloth over her head to keep the soap out of her eyes, “I don’t see where this is any different.”