[h3] Dean Winchester and Anna [/h3]

Dean rolled his eyes at everyone being so playful, while he still grappled with his annoyance with taking a demon with them at all.  He raised a hand and waved it at all of them, except Mika, “Alright.  Get the hell out of my room so we can get dressed.  We’ll catch up in a few.  An Nat?  This is a business trip.  It’s not a frat party for you to…do whatever you do at a party.  Got it?  You too Sammy.”

Anna was too busy laughing at Nat’s messing with Sam to really be bothered by Dean acting like a father.  She stepped close to Sam as Nat stepped out of the room, and shot Nat a wink as she exited.  She snarled her nose at the same time that Dean did, but Dean gave a little shudder about the infant bones.  Anna was realizing that she had even less of a reason to like witches, if they were all into killing babies or digging them up to use their bones.

Shaking the thought from her head, she looked up at Sam, and trailed her hand down to grab his.  She shook her hair over her shoulder and leaned up on her tiptoes togged closer to his face, “I’m going to get dressed.  I’m definitely not wearing heels to a graveyard.  A broken ankle isn’t high on my list of things I am excited about, tonight.  I’ll see you in a minute?”

She asked the question with a slight smile, leaning up a bit further to press a tight kiss to his lips, before she let his hand go, and walked to the door.  Dean raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mika, before glancing back to Sam, “Pretty casual with the PDA after what…a day of knowing each other again?  Some things never change, I guess.”, he teased, before turning to his bag.

As Nat stepped into her room, and kicked off her heels, Cason watched her patiently from the table that sat in the front corner of the room.  He had already gotten himself dressed in a casual suit, with no tie and shiny Chelsea boots.  His hair was carefully placed on the top of his head, and he smelled extra nice, as if he was taking out a first date somewhere in the city.  

“I think you look stunning in the ‘same old shit’.”, his voice suddenly rang out in the room, smooth and calm as he smiled widely at her, showing every one of his too white teeth.  He lifted a glass of whiskey he had poured himself from the bottle he brought as a gift, and took a drink, “And don’t mind me.  I’m just here to drink away my troubles, and give you a ride…since this is a date, and all.  I heard everything.”

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke listened carefully as Esme explained that Sarah was essentially just a large and invisible guard dog.  From the sounds of it, as long as Esme could see Sarah, she could control her, and Sarah didn’t seem to mind.  Duke took a deep breath, and scanned Esme’s face, before glancing down to where Sarah laid.  He nodded slowly and glanced down at his and Esme’s hands, scanning over the mark on her hand.  Somehow he hadn’t noticed the mark before, but now, he couldn’t take his eyes off it.  Some sort of demonic branding that could make her see Hellhounds?  Sounded like a hunter’s dream.

“Don’t be sorry.  It’s…it is a shock.  I’m not going to lie.  She seems big, and I know what Hellhounds can do to a person, you know?  And most Hellhounds aren’t pets.  I haven’t known many demons that kept them.  I mean…I don’t go around hangin’ out with demons very often anyway, but apparently the Winchesters are doin’ in now.  So maybe I’m behind on the times.”

He chuckled nervously, after his nervous ramble about Sarah.  But as Sarah stood from the bed and climbed on to the floor, Duke felt the bed rise with the loss of her weight.  He still shivered a bit, as the last of his adrenaline rush, at the revelation began to fade.  As Esme turned back to him, he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand and took a deep breath as she spoke, “It’s…unusual.  But if she makes you feel better, who am I to ask her to leave.  Just…keep her on her leash, if that’s a thing.”

He moved quickly as she mentioned that she had something else to tell him.  He wrapped an arm around the middle of her back, helping her lay back against the headboard.  It killed him that she was so injured, despite everything that seemed to be coming up about her life.  He wanted to know everything about what her life had been since she had left.  Every single thing.  But she seemed genuinely worried he would run off if she told him anything more, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you could tell me anything heavier than what’s been laid on me tonight.  I’m gonna need a stiff drink, an IOU for that kiss from earlier, and pizza, but you can lay it on me.”