[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason frowned, and glanced over at Nat as she asked for clarification about his music taste.  He then rolled his eyes at the little nickname she gave him, though the fact that she gave him a nickname made his chest swell a bit.  He shook his head, “I’m old.  Like…really old.  Most demons are.”, he tried to justify, but glancing over and seeing the amused look on her face, he shook his head and had to chuckle himself.  Of course giving her any information about him was an instant way to give her ammunition to get the upper hand.  He didn’t even know if he minded…

When she asked about his knowledge of her, he thought about it for a moment, and shrugged, “There’s plenty I don’t know about you.  Our…meeting circumstances weren’t exactly conducive to relationship building.  I know you love your car.  I know you have an odd relationship with your brothers, and you have a tiny bit of a prejudice toward me, for good reason.  I know you like to drink and you like junk food…a few specific types.  But tell me, what kind of music do you like?  Movies, hobbies, travel wishes…”

As he spoke, he waved his hand in a bit of a circle, as if to tell her to just spill as much information as she wanted to.  He legitimately wanted to know everything she was willing to tell him, even if he didn’t quite know why…just like he couldn’t quite say why he had kissed her the night before, or why he had been tempted to do it again, several times since.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean chuckled at Mika’s call back to Duke.  The two of them always had a complicated relationship, but they loved each other, and Mika was the only one who could get away with the type of teasing she threw at him.  She also happened to be the only one who could calm Duke down in a lot of cases, when he rarely became angry.  Feeling her hand in the pocket of his jeans, he flinched at first, and then chuckled and stared down at her with a smirk, “I mean, if you’re gonna do the whole PDA thing, we may want to find a darker bar…”

With another amused laugh, he pulled his keys out of his pocket, just as they stepped off the sidewalk, causing him to point toward the Impala.  He glanced down the road a bit, seeing a beacon in the sea of diners and motels along the road, “Down there…”, he muttered, pointing at a sign with a neon naked woman on it, and just the word ‘Saloon’.  Raising his eyebrows, he shrugged his shoudlers up around his ears, “They always have the cheapest beer.  Let’s go.”

[h3] At the Bar [/h3]

Dean stepped out of the Impala and ran around to the passenger side excitedly.  He opened Mika’s door, and helped her out of the car, before turning and pointing to the sign, “It’s a Saloon.”, he chimed happily, with a wide smile on his face.  He practically dragged her to the door of the establishment, and as soon as he opened it, the smell of cigar smoke and whiskey hit his nose, causing him to sign in ecstasy.  

“Its…a saloon.”, he chimed again, walking her toward the dusty bar.  The entire place was dark, save for a light behind the bar.  The music was loud, and country, and around the room, various people had ‘fun’ against the walls.  Dean was in heaven.  This was heaven, “Let’s get a drink, and mingle.  This is quite literally our kind of place!”

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna didn’t fight Sam as he picked up her hand.  The warmth of his palm against hers was honestly the most comforting thing she had felt since simply touching his hair again while they kissed.  Feeling his heartbeat through his fingers calmed hers down a bit, almost syncing up with his the second they touched and she took a deep breath as he began speaking.

She nearly interrupted him when he told her she wasn’t selfish, opening her mouth to speak, but quickly closing it against to let him speak fully.  She sighed through her nose, and finally raised her eyes to watch his face as he spoke.   A small sob left her throat as a couple of tears fell, just hearing him admit that they would fight Lilith together.  They would be in this together, and he definitely wanted her to stay.  She kind of already knew that, obviously.  He had flown over 3000 miles to find her.  But the words were enough to nearly tear her down to her core.

She opened her mouth to speak again, only for him to continue in reference to their relationship.  She hated that he felt solely responsible for how distant they had felt in the last few weeks, as if the was the only one who hadn’t worked toward anything.  When in reality, she wasn’t seeing his true feelings either, due to the past.  She was living in the past.  He was here, now.  He came after her, and he was here.  

At his last words, she took a deep and shaky breath, not even sure how to react to his words.  He didn’t hate her.  He wasn’t angry with her.  He didn’t even think she was selfish.  He just…wanted her.

“I love you.”, she blurted out, her hand tightening in his.  She had the urge to just smash her lips into his, and kiss him until morning to prove to him that she wouldn’t disappear.  She wanted to somehow show she wasn’t the same runner she was at 16 and 22, and now recently…

Taking a chance, she leaned in and just gently brushed her lips across his, as if he would disappear from in front of her at any second.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke rolled his eyes at Esme as she stifled her laughter, but when she pulled the covers down, the smile on her face was hard to resist.  He mirrored it almost instantly, and nodded, placing both his hands on his hips.  He flashed a toothy smile, “That’s just how it goes around here, I guess.  Every…single…time.  Pretty soon, they’re gonna come into the room to a whole lot of ass…”

He laughed again, and watched her face intently, as she brushed her hair away from her face.  The simple motion nearly took his breath away.  She was just…too beautiful to be in his bed right now.  He dropped his hands to his sides as she gave him the order, and glanced up at the ceiling, “I mean.  I don’t know…I’m a bit afraid of traumatizing someone.  Then again, everyone’s gone…and we’re all alone…so maybe there’s just nothing else to do.”

The whole time he spoke, he would pause, climbing onto the foot of the bed, crawling over her like a bridge.  He stopped at the end of his sentence, and leaned forward, nuzzling her nose, “And I mean, we do have a to do list, today.”, he said softly against her lips, breaking into another wide smile.