[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason laughed softly, his breath washing over the side of Natalia’s neck as she agreed to take the glass from his hand after some protest, and worry about her brother’s opinion.  To his delight, the worry of Dean Winchester’s approval didn’t outweigh her need to have a stiff drink before this hunt.  He took the glass back from her as she shoved it into his hand, only stepping back far enough to let her turn and make eye contact.

With their noses almost touching, he scanned her eyes, glancing down briefly at her hand as she poked at his chest, and warned him.  He simply leaned in, centimeters from her lips, and snarled his nose, “Noted, princess.”

He pulled back from her, walking back over to the table, and sat the glass down.  He picked up his phone from the table, and texted Anna to tell her to hurry up, before he and Natalia managed to lose their cool with one another, before the case even got started.  He then dropped his phone on the table and turned to lean against it, “Is it really so bad being my date?  I mean…I would rather be watching a certain blonde sleep off her trouble that I might have caused, because I have a lot of enemies and…that’s not important.  But instead, I have to hang out with you, your sociopathic brothers, and my ex girlfriend.  You think I’m excited?  Let’s just try to have a good time.”

He tapped his fingers on the table, and turned his eyes toward the floor, glancing over at his phone after a moment.  

[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean smiled down at Mika, his smile small and tired but he nodded, “Thank you.  I would just like for one thing to go our way.  Just one win.”

Her fingers brushing through the hair on the back of his head was enough to settle his nerves just a bit, as he scanned her face.  She was right.  They had all lost enough, been through enough.  There was no way anyone was coming back from this mission any less than whole and sane, if he had his way about it.  Without saying anything further, he simply leaned in and pressed a tight kiss to her lips, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek gently.  After a few moments, he broke the kiss and smirked, “And you still owe me for this morning.  So, if nothing else, we can lean on that.”

He laughed softly, brushing his hand back through her hair, and pressed a kiss to her nose, “Let’s go.  It’s probably better if we get Nat in and out, since she has to take the asshole with her.”

[h3] Annabeth [/h3]

“I know you don’t.”, Anna muttered quietly, in response to Sam speaking about the last time they had managed to get separated, as she finished putting on her boots.  She stomped them against the concrete gently, and turned fully to face him as he dressed.  She simply watched, and shrugged her shoulders at his final words.  Cason wasn’t good at gaining anyone’s trust, with his attitude.  So, it wasn’t that surprising that Sam was so against giving him a chance, until he proved he deserved one.

She walked over to him, as he checked his weapons, brushing a hand over his chest as she stared up at him and he complimented her outfit, “Thank you.  I figured a dress was the easiest thing to move in, but you won’t get too much of a view unless I have to do some badass kicking.”

She giggled and brushed her hand up the side of his neck, trailing her fingers up over his jaw, “Promise me something?  You’ll be careful too.  I don’t really believe in the whole ‘love’ thing, but I know that I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I would hate to come home to a cold bed.  Promise me that when this is over, you’ll be at the finish line with a kiss and a smile…and minimal blood on your clothes.”, she finished with a smirk, her bright eyes shining up at his.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

After several moments of toilet thinking and calling in an order for pizza, Duke stood from the closed lid, and squared his shoulders.  He stepped up to the mirror and looked himself over, making a few faces at himself, to attempt to bring forward a poker face of some sort.  Esme needed support.  He had a lot dumped on him at once, sure, but he had to think of all the stress she had been under for the last few days, having any sort of powers around the Winchesters.

Dean alone wasn’t the most supportive type, when it came to psychics, unless they were useful to him.  Duke had to be the way he always was, Dean’s buffer.  He needed to be more supportive.  He needed to be less rash and quick to judge.  He needed to make sure that she had told him everything, but that he took most of it in stride, because he had nothing to fear.  She couldn’t hurt humans.  The only control she had over humans was the ability to help them feel better, or possibly…worse.

“You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna tell her that you’re good.  There’s no reason you can’t move past this, along with everything else.  She needs someone…”, he muttered to himself, staring into his own blue eyes.  After a few moments, he huffed and nodded his head.  Pushing his dirty blond hair away from his forehead, he pushed it back, and checked himself over one more time, before turning to the door.  He opened the door and walked back into the room, his hands on his hips.

As he stepped into the room, he could tell that Esme was likely curled up next to Sarah, by the way the bed dipped on one side.  He sighed, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, before clearing his throat, “I um.  I ordered a pizza.  But if you need to rest, I can just head him off and um…and get my own room.  But I wanted you to know, if you’re even awake, I’m not going anywhere.  I want to know more.  I want to try to…to understand, because you deserve that.  You would do the same for me, and um…if you’re awake, maybe we can just, eat some pizza?”