[b]NATALIA[/b] Cason freezing in his spot at her scurrying into him wasn't much of a surprise to Natalia, but she wasn't letting it really compute in her mind properly. Yet the moment he reacted positively after a few moments and wrapped an arm round her, even kissing her head she began to slowly gather herself before she asked the question she did. She wasn't expecting him to answer her question as she was barely realised that she even said it out loud, that was until he went quieter than quiet and she felt him tense up. She wished she could take back the question but it was out in the air now, so she couldn't take it back no matter how much she wished for it. Then came a predictable answer but not the answer she wanted to hear. 'I don't know'. She nuzzled her head into him and nodded lightly against him in her own way to accept his answer of 'i don't know how to answer that', but she hoped he would find a way to answer her at some point. She just wanted answers for why of all people back in their group, it was HIM that she wanted to be around, it was HIS calmness she craved and felt she knew so well. Not Sam's, not Dean's.... Cason's. The demon of the group when all she ever wanted in life was to kill every single demon that ever crossed her path, but here she was wanting nothing but the comfort from a demon. A demon that almost tore her family apart by sleeping with her pseudo sister-in-law (or how she always saw Mika at any rate). None of this made sense to her. Little did she realise just yet that he did know the answer, at least partially because he was the comfort and empathy she received at the asylum. He was the one that doing subtle things that kept the hope alive in her for someone to come and rescue her. She just wished that whatever the chat was that he wanted to have with her, it was to do with her queries and her questions in her mind. She hoped that he'd find the courage to tell her and put those pieces back into her mind to complete the missing parts of her memory. It was the one thing she never fully told her brothers, still didn't even when they had gotten a lot of her secrets out of her. There were still, even to this day, parts of her memory from her time in the asylum that were foggy or just outright blank. "I hope we find an answer" she mumbled to him, refusing to let go but did eventually show her face to him again. [b]MIKA[/b] Back in their room, Mika chucked her jacket off and threw it onto the chair haphazardly before walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge and sighing deeply. "Man what.a.day" she spoke, brushing her hair back and behind her ears. She was exhausted, more so than she thought moments ago. The case had been a difficult one, a hectic one and then there was everything Natalia said to them after spilling everything thanks to Dean's over protective yelling at her. They truly were a mess of a group and family, but despite all of that she wouldn't take it any other way. "I'm still trying to compute everything she finally told us, let alone everything else. If I get any decent sleep tonight I will be very surprised" she admitted, using her feet to kick and pull each of her boots off as she multi-tasked and removed her vest top. "I'm glad she told us at last though....no matter how hard it was to hear. No wonder she closes off at times or snaps. It suddenly makes so much sense now" she continued to say as she finished changing out of her hunting clothing and climbing under the duvet. She just hoped that Dean would be able to relax a little, or at least enough to get some sleep himself. She was more concerned about him sleeping than she was herself. Once under the covers, she stretched her arms out toward him as a way to signal for him to follow her into bed, whilst also being her silent way of saying 'you need to come to bed and just try and let go of everything this night has thrown at us'. She knew he would know what she was implying, it wasn't the first time she had done this kind of movement toward him when things got tense. She also had a feeling that Natalia shouting at him the way she did, and what she said would still no doubt be playing on his mind. "And Dean? She'll forgive you by the morning. She loves you dearly, no matter what she says in her heated moments" she reminded him. [b]SAM[/b] Sam noticed how Anna seemed a bit distant from him and almost hesitant to take his hand which he found a bit unusual and out of character for her. Was he doing something wrong? Was he unknowingly pushing her away? He couldn't figure it out and he hoped the answer to his worries were 'no', but he just couldn't tell right now. Taking her hand, he went back to their room and got ready for bed, one part of him hoping Anna wasn't becoming distant from him again and another part of him keeping an ear close to the walls in case Nat started screaming or something in her room and he needed to run like a man on a mission. By the time they fell asleep, he had fallen into a deep sleep. Lilith wasn't joking when she said it was harder to wake him in that moment with Anna. If it didn't feel too close to the nose, one could even say he was dead to the world, but in their lives and job that wasn't a saying that was particularly liked by him. The whole time he was completely oblivious to Lilith touching his hair, face and neck. Nothing in his brain was alerting him to a danger in the room and that he should wake up. ---- Moments after Anna left the hotel, hearing a door shut Sam stirred ever so slightly but he was still very much bleary eyed and more asleep than awake. He looked beside him and saw that Anna wasn't in bed but he assumed the door he heard had been the bathroom door closing and Anna just needed the bathroom for whatever reason and so he thought nothing of it and closed his eyes yet again before in seconds falling back asleep, right up until morning and his alarm went off at 7am. Groaning awake, his eyes closed, he went to pull Anna closer to him for morning snuggles but he felt nothing beside him, making his eyes shoot open. "Anna?!" he called out just loud enough in case she was in the bathroom. But there was nothing, no reply, no sign of life anywhere in the motel room. Sitting up, he grabbed a t shirt and yanked it back on over his head whilst climbing out of the bed. He went into the bathroom first, opening the door but saw no one in there and so went back into the main part of the room again. Wondering where she went, he began to get worried before laying eyes on the note she had left for him. Picking it up, he read everything she wrote, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I've done it again...." he muttered to himself. "I've lost her yet again because I'm a bloody dumbass" he complained at himself, angry that he could have been so stupid all over again. He couldn't imagine any other reason for her to leave and definitely couldn't blame her for it. It had to be his fault...didn't it? That's what he was thinking. Getting dressed again, he shoved the letter in his jeans pocket and stepped out of the room, wondering who to go to first for advice. He didn't want bombard Nat with his love life problems when she was going through so much worse, but did he really want to go to Dean? Or Mika? Or even Esme and Duke? He found himself pacing in front of his room trying to decide which was best to do.