[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean nodded his head, and he sighed, stepping back from the hood so Mika could take photos of the hex bag, “Sam’s gonna love trying to track everything down.  Might keep his hands busy for a while, and gives us time to learn more about what to expect from all the ‘things’ around.  I have a feeling this is all going a bit too well.”

After she finished with the photos, Dean picked up the edges of the fabric and he carefully lowered the entirety of the contents down to the ground in front of the bumper.  He picked up his zippo from the hood and flicked it to a flame, carefully touching the flame to the edge of the fabric.  The bag went up in a blue flame, quickly burning hot, before turning to ash at his feet.  He stomped the ashes to make sure he didn’t catch the grass on fire.

“Like I said.  This is all going a bit too well. There has to be a twist in the road, somewhere.”, he muttered, placing his lighter back into his pocket.  He stepped around to the drivers side of the Impala and glanced over the roof at her, “If I know Sam, they found more than enough information about the girl.  We should at least be able to pinpoint what kind of crap she’s into, and who’s helping her.  With all the allies protecting his area, she’s not working alone…”

He opened the door and sat down behind the steering wheel, quickly turning the engine over.

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

Anna nodded at both Nat and Sam, stepping close to Sam’s side.  They were dealing with a witch, it seemed, and not just a witch, but a potential of two witches.  This was new territory for her, being with them only a few days, and to be honest, the seal scared her less than a malicious person with magic at their disposal.

“I’m honestly a little scared.  Hopefully the things that the angel said would be here leave us alone?  Maybe we can just…figure this out, burn the witch and get out?”, she asked innocently hopeful as she glanced at Sam’s phone.

As Natalia mentioned getting back to the motel to regroup with the others, she smiled and nodded.  Safety in numbers calmed her nerves a bit, and the idea of being back around the more ruthless members of the group made her feel safe, even if Dean was still a bit afraid of her.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke laughed and he tilted his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders lightly as Esme mentioned his memory of her being a bit clumsy.  He smirked and nodded, “I mean, add injuries to your normal mess you get yourself into, and I’m pretty afraid to let you do anything on your own.  Hence…why I’m here.”

He lowered the towel to one hand and squared his shoulders, his abs rippling as he readied himself to help her out of the tub.  He reached his hands out and laughed, “Well come here, then.  Good arm.  I don’t wanna have to re-do those stitches.  Good hand.”

Before she had a chance to protest too much, he reached down and picked up the hand of her good arm, doing his best to keep his eyes on her face, as to not make the room awkward.  He stepped back from the tub a bit and pulled to help her stand.  He quickly realized she was going to need a bit more help than just an arm pull and stepped back up, carefully wrapping his free arm around her waist.  He pressed his lips to her forehead and stepped back to coax her to step over the edge.

“I got you.  C’mon.  Lift that good leg first.”, he muttered against her forehead, “I got you.”