[h3] Cason and Dean [/h3] 

“I’ll take care of her.”, Cason answered to the underlying question, as Nat patted his arms.  He released her, but followed her quickly, not letting her out of his sight while she was talking about leaving the group.  For all he knew, he would have to go on his own goose chase, with far less information to go on, than Sam had with Anna.

Dean, however, pulled Mika as close as he could, turning her toward their own room, “And what exactly do you want to do with your time off?  I mean, I’m good with anything as long as we’re not babysitting…or fighting.”

He laughed, leaning over and kissing the top of her head as they reached their room, gesturing for her to open the door.  At the least, maybe they could go out to a bar, like the old days, and just take a load off.  Angels could wait.

Cason stepped into the room, behind her, and closed the door.  Standing near the table, he tapped his fingers, and stared at her for a moment, “So, where do you wanna go?  You can choose literally anywhere…Paris.  Rome.  I mean…anywhere.”

He smirked as he finished, glancing up from under his brow at her.  He wanted to see her relax and smile, for the first time since he had met her.  If there was anyone who deserved a little break, it was Nat, and it didn’t hurt that he was on her good side now, and maybe they could get closer in the process.

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Max stepped away from the couch, jogging to the door.  He still had the smile on his face as he grabbed the doorknob, looking over his shoulder at her, “But you’re eventually going to have to spill the beans, this is my house, you know…”, he joked with a laugh, before pulling the door open and going silent with a confused frown, “Um, hi?”

Anna didn’t like the sound of his voice, assuming it was Cason again, by the disappointment…or rather confusion she heard.  She stood from the couch, setting the menu aside as she pulled Sam’s flannel a bit tighter around the front of her body, like a robe.  She quickly walked over to stand behind Max, glancing under his arm that was still holding the door protectively.  The body she saw on the other side of the door nearly made her faint, and she tilted her gaze down toward the floor.

“Anna it’s…”

“Sam.  Dammit Cason.”, she groaned, stepping closer to the door.  Max didn’t move his arm as he sized Sam up, still not having answers as to what had driven Anna to call him.  But Anna peered over his shoulder, finally seeing Sam’s face, “What are you doing here?”