[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean shrugged his shoulders at Mika’s mentioning of the guy choking down razor blades while eating candy, “We find out where he bought that candy and we just avoid that place, I guess.  I will not have Halloween ruined by some razor blades.  I’ll just…check my candy.  You know…like a normal human being.”

But he couldn’t help love the idea of just grabbing some burgers, telling the Angels to go and screw themselves, and kicking back with some junk food and his lovely girlfriend in  a locked motel room.  The thought caused him to tilt his head with a small smile.  But Mika’s last words caused his eyebrows to shoot up, “Well damn.  If that’s not an incentive to go in guns blazing, I don’t know what is.  I hope it’s a witch.  Kill the witch.  Burn the body.  Flip the bird to the angels because we win.  Get a burger and a ton of candy.  And me and you are hunkering down for the night.”

He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked, turning his eyes to her with a sly look.  As they pulled onto the street they were looking for, he carefully looked for the street number, until they came up on a house with yellow tape wrapped around the trees and the mailbox, as if gift wrapped for them, “This must be it.  Suburbia, and it doesn’t look plastered on enough to be a Halloween decoration, and doesn’t really fit the rest of the decor.  Let’s go talk to a grieving widow!”

Dean pulled up to the curb, and he put the car in park, turning the engine off before opening his door.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna sighed as Nat mentioned having a bad gut feeling about the job.  She too felt uneasy, working for angels after an angel had quite literally burned her eyeballs out of her head just for existing.  They still had no leads on what that meant, or why a demon was able to give them back to her.  She shook her head and tried to push the memory down, while speaking up.

“I have a horrible feeling about this job.  I’m not the biggest fan of angels, for obvious reasons.  Hopefully this is the only time we’ll be under their thumb.  I like my eyeballs.”, she said quietly, leaning over the front seat close to Sam. 

As they pulled up to the school, Anna stretched her arms, and adjusted her dress, before stepping out of the car and standing near Sam’s door as she looked up at the school.  It didn’t look that scary or ominous.  It was just a school.  If there was something going on, it likely wasn’t attached to the building, or it was…and it was one of the most bizarre and unsurprising cases they had worked together, all wrapped in one.

“Just talk to the teachers…and we’ll be out of here in no time.”, she muttered to herself, adjusting the top of her dress to make sure she wasn’t showing too much skin around a bunch of teenagers.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke frowned, thinking back to all of the times he felt extremely jealous around Dean with Esme.  As she explained that she had trouble regulating her own emotions around him, his frown deepened, although he heard the laugh in Esme’s voice.  He relaxed his face, realizing that she wasn’t upset about the situation, despite the discomfort she had experienced.  He rinsed the cloth and brought it back up to wash more soap from her hair, keeping his grip around her.

He laughed and shrugged his shoulders as she spoke about Flagstaff, “Honestly?  I didn’t mind being chained up.  I was a little nervous when I barked at Dean, just to be a smartass and he almost shot me, though.  But being chained up, with nowhere to go and nothing to do but talk to you while I waited to not turn into a werewolf was honestly a bit of a break I needed.”

Rinsing the cloth one more time, he glanced down at her eyes as she asked him if he was truly not bothered and he shook his head with a small smile, “I mean.  I’ve heard different things about Empaths.  Powers and such, depending on how good they are at controllin’ their anger.  I’m more concerned that you can basically read my thoughts, even if it’s only emotions and such.  I mean, that can get complicated.  But I know you won’t hurt me.  You’ve had plenty of chances in the past, babydoll.”

Duke took a deep breath, “Do you want me to be bothered?”