[h3] Anna [/h3] Anna played with the button on the right sleeve of Sam’s flannel as she stared out the window of the plane. She didn’t even know she was capable of controlling anyone’s mind, outside of demons, but in her desperation at the airport, she had convinced a desk attendent to not only give her a ticket, but to get her a rush ticket to Sacramento. While waiting for the plane to taxi, she had called the one person she knew she could trust, Max, her sort of ex boyfriend and former Stanford roommate. Of course he said he would pick her up from the airport. He never could tell her no. “It’s almost over…”, she whispered, as the plane began to circle over the city, readying itself for landing. The only thing playing through Anna’s mind, the entire time they decended, was the hope that Sam would be okay this time, and that he wouldn’t follow her to California. She reached under her seat, pulling her backpack and holding it in her lap, taking a deep breath at the fact that she was almost home…well…her old home. Walking through the airport, she shivered, nervously glancing around for any signs of the Winchesters, or Cason for that matter. But the airport was surprisingly empty. Taking another deep breath, she played with the button on the sleeve of Sam’s flannel, which she was wearing as a dress and finally Max came into view. [center][hider=Max][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/b9d036dcd0b1f1f0de52b8f88db68575/tumblr_inline_p8xxipwnyO1salzrg_540.gif[/img][/hider][/center] He gave her a wide smile, like her tired and devastated face was the best thing he had ever seen, and the look made her stomach drop. She wasn’t here to give him some false hope. She just needed his apartment. It was selfish. “Hey! How have you been?!”, he asked loudly as he ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Her heart sped up a bit and she swallowed down her tears as the first physical contact she had felt since leaving Sam washed over her. “I um…It’s a long story. But, I’m here.”, she explained simply as he pulled back from her and pulled her backpack straps from her shoulders. He slung the backpack onto his back and wrapped an arm around her waist. “We have plenty of time to catch up, kid. First, let’s get you back to the house and out of…whatever you’re wearing. And from the looks of it, we need to get some food into your system.”, he laughed. Anna feigned a small smile, nodding her head as he guided her out of the airport, back to what she was assuming was their old apartment. [h3] Dean and Cason [/h3] Dean glanced back at the door when he heard footsteps walking out, only to see Nat. He diverted his eyes from her for a moment, only to turn fully and look down at her as she asked to talk to him. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, squinting at the ideas in his head of what she could possibly have to say to him. But as awkward as they both were toward each other, he took a deep breath and followed her away from the group, silently agreeing to let her say her piece. He crossed his arms, shielding himself from whatever she decided to throw at him, only for her to make him visibly flinch with her first few words. She was apologizing. And then Hell came back up and he visibly flinched again, just at the mention and the quick flash of memories. He opened his mouth to speak, only for her to continue, causing him to quickly close his mouth and scan her eyes. What she dumped next caused him to make the most confused face he had caught himself making in a while, processing everything she was telling him so fast that his head hurt. Once she slowed down, he took a very deep breath, letting it out with a shake of his head, his hands coming down to his hips. “He…basically saved your life.”, he said softly, looking up at her from under his brow. He was processing out loud and honestly wasn’t completely convinced that she wasn’t being manipulated by Cason. Then the realization dawned on him, “You remember him from the asylum, don’t you. He was there…” Tilting his head back, he stared over her head, toward the door of her room, chewing at his lip, before reaching forward and gently pulling her into a hug. As he hugged her, the door behind her slammed loudly and Cason stomped out onto the sidewalk. “Don’t mind me. I’m just…ready to fling myself into Hell. I’ll be here when you’re finished.”, Cason grumbled, pacing as he tried to decide whether to just leave and go to the first idea he had for where Anna could be, or whether to stay and make sure everyone was on the same page. He glanced down the sidewalk at Sam, sighing, as he almost felt bad for him. [h3] Duke [/h3] As Dean walked away with Nat, Duke sighed at how heavy the morning was already, between the fall out from the night before with Dean and Nat, and the missing girl that he honestly didn’t even know…but apparently was important to Sam. When Mika spoke up, he nodded, “Yeah, I gathered. Looks like they might be able to salvage things though. They always do.” He chuckled, but flinched when the door slammed, and turned his head, to see Cason stomping out of the room that Esme had just entered. He had to force his feet to stay still, as worry welled up, only for Esme to follow him out a few moments later. As she approached, he reached a hand out for her, but she went to Sam first. His shoulders fell, but he patiently waited for her, relieved instantly for Sam. At least he would have hope… But then she ran off toward their room without even acknowledging him and he tilted his head, frowning, “I think I messed up…”, he muttered to Mika, nodding to her and Sam, before following after Esme. As soon as he got to the door, he leaned his head against it, gently knocking, “Can I come in or should I um…go spend some time with my cooler in the back of the truck?”