[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason nodded his head as Nat came up to the car, and he scooted toward the passenger door.  He didn’t say anything, only slipping into the seat.  He closed the door behind him and chewed at his lip, staring through the windshield for a few moments as the girls got settled and Nat turned the engine over, leaving the parking lot.  He was shaken from his thoughts as Nat spoke up, after they were on the road, and he tilted his head to the side, erasing his sour look from his face.

“From what I gathered, the kids are all going to be gathering in a crypt, because kids are stupid.  If the lore is correct, they are all being served up on a silver platter for whatever Samhain draws out.”, he explained, before sighing, “And from the rest of what I gathered, we’re the babysitters.  If I’m wrong, we’ll just be surrounded by alcohol and idiotic teenagers.  If I’m right, we need to be prepared for what will be in that cemetery, at any point.”

He tapped his fingers on his thighs, and then pointed a finger, as if remembering something, “And there’s more than one crypt.  One of your brothers will have to babysit the other one.  But to be honest, there is no plan…only a roadmap of potential ritual spots.  Hopefully everyone has their phones handy.”

“Well that’s not vague at all.  I thought you had important information…”, Anna spoke up from the back seat.

“That is important information. You wanted a ritual location.  I gave you one: the cemetary.  It’s not like there’s a newspaper with theme park maps and push pins.”, Cason muttered grumpily, his frustration with the group’s lack of appreciation coming through in his voice.

[h3] Dean Winchester [/h3]

Dean sighed as Sam and Mika both told him essentially to relax when it came to Nat’s behavior, but he couldn’t help the pain in his stomach.  He messed with her, and he could be cruel at times with his teasing and the things that he said about her actions, but he loved her nonetheless.  He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and turned the engine over, “I don’t know that it makes me feel much better to just let her run off with a demon.”

He tilted his head to the side and wrinkled his nose, “But I hate to say it…she’s safer with him than she is alone.  He seems to want to protect the girls.  Did you see the way he grabbed Nat’s bag, like it was too heavy?”, he scoffed, realizing that he did the same to Mika, all the time, just out of his overwhelming need to do everything.  He would carry her if she would let him.  But seeing Cason grab Nat’s bag, made Dean’s mind whirl with what his intentions could be, “Maybe it’ll be…just an interesting night.  We need to be prepared for anything.  Literally anything.  We have stakes.  We have the knife.  We have machetes.  And we don’t know if a damn one of them will work against whatever is coming…but we haven’t been attacked yet.  Maybe the angels have decided to help?”