[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke took a bite of a slice of pizza he had pulled for himself, just as Sarah’s weight shifted the bed.  Stopping himself from flinching, his heartrate sped, he glanced up at Esme’s face.  He glanced back at Sarah, as if he could see her, and not just an imprint of her paw on the bed.  The thought that this murder machine of a Hellhound was just listening to Esme made all of this even more jarring.  He quickly turned his gaze back to Esme’s face.  His smirk began to fall as he noticed that Esme had lowered her pizza slice and now had a seriousness to her face that he couldn’t quite place.  Swallowing his bite, he followed her eyes, all the way to Sarah, and then back to her.  He scanned her face carefully and tightened his jaw as she spoke, “That wasn’t meant to be a serious…I didn’t mean…”

He cut his words off to make sure he wasn’t interrupting her as she finished her questions and his chest tightened.  Memories of Cason’s not so happy reaction to him ‘saving the day’, as well as the absolute paranoia the guy seemed to show for her flashed through Duke’s brain.  Cason seemed absolutely enamored by Esme, even if she didn’t reciprocate, there was no missing his side of things.

“Well…I mean, I just assumed.  I never put anything past anyone in this little family, to be honest.”, he answered her honestly, glancing down at her lips for a moment, before shaking his head, “I ain’t here to pry into whatever’s goin’ on.  I don’t know what he has in his head about you guys…or what he thinks you are, but I’ll be honest.  It’s written all over his face every time he looks at you.  I know that look…”

Duke took a deep and nervous breath, letting the sentence linger in the air, in fear of pushing further and potentially wearing out his welcome.  The last thing he wanted to do was bunk up with either of the boys, after a night of partying/working.  

“But by the look on your face, you’re both not convinced one way or another how you feel about him.”

[h3] Cason and Anna [/h3]

Cason smirked as Nat turned to shoot daggers at the teen, his hands gripping her arms a bit tighter to make sure she didn’t stagger away from him to beat the kid to a pulp.  When she turned back to him, however, her eyes showed both her annoyance and what he could almost read as intrigue, “You could just step back, you know…I don’t think you’re that drunk.”

He chuckled, tilting his head up just enough to brush the tip of her nose with his.  A rush of screams suddenly erupted from a crypt not too far away, catching Anna’s attention immediately.  She turned her head, watching the teenagers run, as she heard Dean’s grunts from a distance, as he worked at the door.  

“We really should help them.  But at the same time, would they be pissed if we ran to help them…and left her alone?”, Anna asked Mika casually, shifting on her feet, “Hard choice.  Well maybe not so hard…Oh no…”

As soon as Anna turned her head back toward Cason and Nat, a look of absolute disgusted disappointment covered her face.  She pointed with her chin, snarling her nose at the way Cason was wiggling his way into Nat’s head…one nuzzle at a time.

Cason smirked a bit wider, the kids screaming and running around him barely phasing him in the slightest, as if he had seen it a million times before, and this was just another party of demons.  Taking Nat’s inability to will herself to step back from him as an opportunity, he tilted his head a bit, and covered her lips with his.  He wrapped an arm around her waist slowly, pulling her closer as he kissed her, his other hand coming up to cradle her cheek.

“Oh no.  Mika…should I burn him?  I can burn him…”, Anna groaned, balling up her fists, but having no clue what to actually do with them in this awkward situation.