[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean stepped out of the Impala, smoothing out the front of his suit jacket, before buttoning the single button in the front, and reaching an arm out to Mika’s lower back as she straightened her skirt.  He was careful to keep the touch light and professional, closing the Impala door.  He glanced down at Mika’s face, raising his eyebrows with a small smirk and then followed her up the drive to the front door.  

He pulled the sides of his jacket up, and shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting impatiently for the widow to come to the door, but when she did, his gaze softened, seeing her face.  She was in absolute mourning, and obviously wasn’t the culprit…or she was an incredibly good actor.  Dean pulled his own ID out of his pocket and showed it to the woman, which caused the woman to step to the side and open the door wider.

Dean wasted no time stepping past her and into the kitchen, where he stepped over the police tape and grimaced at the bloody candy wrappers all over the bar.  He picked one up, staring at it closely, before dropping it and wiping his hands on his jacket.  Nothing seemed weird about the candy wrapper.  It was a mass produced brand and not some weird creation specifically for this one victim.  He stepped up to the cabinet and found the bucket for the candy, pulling a couple of pieces out, and squishing at them with his fingers.  

“No blades…”, he muttered to himself, pocketing the candy and turning in a circle to try and find anything out of place in the kitchen.  After a few moments, his eyes found a scrape mark in front of the fridge, as if it had recently been moved.  He stepped up to it, and wrapped his arms around the side, pulling it forward in line with the scrape, and as the gap between the fridge and the wall grew bigger, a small cloth bag fell to the floor, “Son of a bitch.  Witches…great.  Just friggin great…”, he muttered to himself, quickly bending to pick up the bag.  

He pocketed the bag and pulled the fridge back into place before walking back into the living room to stand near Mika’s side.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna walked close to Sam’s side as they walked up to the doors of the school.  She peered around the front of the school at the kids that were staring at them, and whispering to one another as they approached.  A few of the boys were sizing her up, and she simply smirked, deciding to potentially use their gaze as a conversation starter later on, if they needed an in with the kids.  

“They seem to be excited enough to see us.  I’ll try to talk to a few of them, later on, if we need it.”, Anna muttered back to Sam with a smirk, as she flirtatiously through her hair over her shoulder and followed Sam and Natalia inside.  She pulled her ID from her bra, and waved at one of the older boys that passed them in the hallway, shooting him a polite smile, before showing her ID to the receptionist along with Sam and Nat.

She leaned in close to Sam and smirked, “So, the outfit was a good choice.  I could have them eating out of my hands.  If we find out who she’s friends with, I can work on them, if you think you can handle your professionalism.”

She laughed softly, and slapped his chest playfully with the back of her hand.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke furrowed his brow in confusion as Esme’s face turned straight to hurt.  As she pulled away from him, he let her, but leaned forward, pulling his knees up on either side of her, making sure she couldn’t run away from him as he stared at the back of her head and swallowed heavily at her words, “I didn’t mean it like that.  And I have never, and I don’t think I could ever see you as a monster.   I should have…worded that differently.”

He sighed, turning his eyes up to the ceiling in frustration with himself as she continued and Cason was mentioned.  He didn’t know much about the demon, but he obviously cared for Esme, and saw her as somewhat of an equal to him.  He had wanted to take care of her after Duke showed up, and Duke’s possessiveness took over and prevented it.  

As she finished by calling herself a ‘tool’, Duke clenched his jaw and he leaned forward with a sigh, placing a soft kiss against the space between her shoulder blades, resting his forehead against the back of her head, “Well, I might have stuck my foot in my mouth, but I’ll tell you this.  I’m not afraid of you.  I’m not bothered by you, and I’m not leavin’ you alone again.”

Duke brushed his fingers over her ribs and around her waist, wiggling his fingers between her stomach and her bent leg to hug her to him as he pressed another kiss to her back, “And no more being a tool.  No more livin’ in the past.  You breathe and you let it go.  I’m sorry.  I should know better by now than to ask questions like that…”