[h3] Cason [/h3]
Cason appeared back at the hotel, in Nat’s room.  He growled in frustration as he shrugged his leather jacket off, and brought his still sizzling hand up, looking it over, “Fuckin’ Winchesters.  Use the demon as bait.  Great! Use the demon as a battering ram.  Great!  Let the demon get close to a single human, and he gets attacked like a feral dog…”

As he grumbled, he stepped into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.  Hissing, he shoved his hand under the cold water, letting the iron shavings wash away from his skin.  Slowly, the color began to calm, and his palm healed.  He took a deep breath, wiping the water from his hands with a nearby towel, “And now I’m in her room.  They’ll get back and start screaming at me, like a child that spilled his milk on the floor.  Just move on…you can leave them.  It’s not like any of this has been anything other than a shit show, since you showed up.”

He continued grumbling to himself, walking back over to the table, where he had dumped his jacket.  He paced for a few seconds, his mind going over all of the scenarios if he left, without saying a word.  Would they be okay with Anna?  Of course they would.  She barely even wanted anything to do with him, as it was.  Would Esme be okay?  Of course she would, she was on to the next blonde shiny thing.  She didn’t need him.

But Nat. 

What felt like a hand gripping his chest knocked a bit of wind from him as he thought about apologizing, which was a rare occurance for him.  She seemed the only one in the group that, after letting her walls down, would actually see him as her equal.  She was already opening up to him, despite her past.  He was the only one of them who knew any of the major details of her past, and he was someone she could truly lean on…if she would let him in.

“But she won’t…”, he scoffed, shoving his arms through his jacket sleeves.  He then disappeared, reappearing in a bar nearby to clear his head.

[h3] AnnaBeth[/h3]

Anna was shaken from her thoughts by Sam’s voice, suddenly realizing that he was right in front of her.  He was safe.  She was safe, at least for now.  As his words registered, she met his eyes and nodded, “I’ll be here…”

She followed him with her eyes as he ran back in after the other two girls, wincing at Dean stabbing one of the zombies in the head, before throwing one of his stakes at another.  As Nat walked over to her, she stayed quiet, stepping closer to her to wait for Sam and Mika to eventually join them, and when they did, she breathed a deep sigh of relief.  Even though it seemed the family drama was only just beginning, at least they were all alive.  

At the mention of Nat being drunk, Anna turned to scan Nat’s face, seeing more than just drunkeness.  She wouldn’t dare mention anything, at the risk of potentially sharing anything Nat didn’t want the boys to know, but the temptation was strong.  Cason was magnetic, and being drunk…and a hunter made what happened all the worse.

“I think I’m fine.  Cason has a pretty strong grip, when he’s pissed…and he seemed really pissed.”, she explained to Sam, scanning over the skin on her arm, as he checked her for bites.  Once he seemed happy that she wasn’t on deaths door, she smirked and wrapped her arm around his, needing any comfort she could grasp with the tension in the air.

As they walked back to the car, Anna stayed silent, but as soon as she sat down in the front seat, she leaned in close to Sam, “I’m really afraid all hell is going to break loose back at the hotel…especially if Cason went back…”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean jumped, stabbing the last of the shamblers in the forehead, following it to the ground, where he straddled it, and twisted the stake with a growl.  The crypt fell silent, now that everyone was cleared out, and the shamblers were dead.

“Son of a bitch, I’m too old for this…”, he groaned, standing up and wiping his hands on his jeans.  As he walked toward the open doorway, he caught the blue and red lights on the wall behind him.  He sped up his walking a bit into a slow run, swiping his duffel on his way through the doors.  He made it back to the Impala, and revved the engine, driving back to the hotel with a million questions in his mind.  What had happened with Cason that had him so aggressive toward Anna?  Why were the girls so slow to react to such an obvious problem?  Was the hunt over?  Did they lose?

The whole way back, these thoughts plagued his brain, and he feared that the angels might have already gotten back to the girls, causing him to step on the gas just a little harder, to make it back.

Dean climbed out of the Impala, glancing at Esme’s window as he did so.  Seeing the lights off, he assumed she was probably fine.  She seemed alright with Duke…at least for the night, and although back in the day he would have knocked his teeth out for even glancing at her, at the moment, he was glad they had each other.  He scanned over the other three rooms, until his eyes landed on Nat’s room…the only one with a light.

“Sammy, they better be in good shape, or so help me…”, he muttered to himself as he reached for the doorknob, and slowly cracked it open, preparing for the worst.