[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason felt a tiny pang of guilt hit his chest when she said they were no longer using the word ‘demon’.  It shouldn’t be that hard, but then again, he was a demon.  It was hard not to notice, especially if he ended up injured or in a place where he was expected to do human things…like sleep.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and then listened intently as Nat spilled her guts about her favorite things.  He wanted to know everything.  The music wasn’t all that surprising, but when she got to the movie part, he scoffed and tilted his head in a way that said ‘well, that’s interesting’, “I will um…keep that in my mind somewhere.  Might have to use that one against you.”, he said with a chuckle as they pulled near the carnival, and got in line for the parking lot.

His travel wishes were what piqued his interest the most.  He wanted her to travel.  He wanted her to actually experience all the things he tried to put into her brain when she was in the hospital.  In fact, the things she described, fit that bill just right.  He would end up taking her, just to prove to her that they were real, and that there was more to this world than an old car and a dusty motel room.

“You will.”, he said with certainty when she mentioned wanting to feel whole again.  He was sure of it.  She would recover, but she needed to not only forgive herself, but she had to get past what happened to the point that she could grow from it, “It’s not ridiculous at all.  Part of being human, the part that I don’t miss, is feeling everything all at once.  You learn to shut it off, until you turn into some sort of cornered animal and you lash out…and then you heal and around the block you go.”

He waved his hand in the air, and then sighed, “What I would like, is to find a way to break that cycle.  No more wounded dog.  No more lashing out.  I meant what I said.  And ‘no one’ means you too.  No one will hurt you while I’m around…even yourself.”, he finished his sentence, glancing over at her with a serious look on his face, a rare occurance for him, as his natural state was snark.  After a moment, a heavy knock on the window caused his eyes to cover over in black for a split second as he was startled, and he turned and rolled the window down.

“You snuck up on me!”, he cooed to the elderly lady, holding her hand out.  He flashed her a wide smile, and pulled a bill out of his pocket, dropping it into her hand.  She said nothing, just ushering them through the gate to go find a parking space.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean sat down at the bar and instantly pointed to a bottle of beer he saw down the way, “We’ll take four of those!”, he called to the bartender, who slung his towel onto his shoulder, nodded and instantly fished four beers out of the cooler below him.  He popped all four tops and sat them on the counter in front of Dean and Mika, “Just start us a tab!”

The bartender smirked, nodded, sized Mika up, and then walked away, fishing a note pad out of his pocket.  Dean grabbed his beer and held it up in the air, gesturing for Mika to grab her own.  As soon as she did, he clanked their bottles together and then took a long drink of his own beer, glancing around them, “This place makes me want a cigar, I swear.  I don’t even smoke anymore, but that smell.  It just brings back way too many good memories, and a few not so fun memories of Bobby nearly chasing me out of town for smoking in my room.”

He laughed, shaking his head.  This was the first time he had felt truly normal since returning from Hell. It was the first time that he didn’t constantly have those thoughts of Hell running through his brain, and for a moment, he felt happy.  Maybe it was the bar or maybe it was Mika, but whatever it was…he felt good.

“Just don’t get me too drunk.  I get a little handsy…”, he leaned in and told her with a goofy smirk, as if they had just met, and she knew nothing about him.

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna let go of Sam’s hand as he kissed her deeply, bringing both her hands up to brush them through his hair, doing her best to not let him go.  She honestly wanted to chain herself to him, after feeling like for the first time, she would never see him again.  When he pulled back, just enough to whisper those three words back to her, she smiled softly, sniffling and as the tears fell between their lips, turning the kiss salty and in a way, more emotional, she tightened her grip on his hair.

Shifting her body, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him at the foot of the bed.  She reached her hand down, pulling at the hems of his shirts, before brushing her fingers over his abs gently, feeling his muscles move against her palm as she kissed him.  And after a few moments, her heart suddenly began to hammer in her chest and her mind flooded with intrusive thoughts.  She was no longer in the moment, and was in a sheer moment of panic, out of nowhere.  She felt sick.

She suddenly broke the kiss, pulling her hand from the back of his hair, and pulling her other hand to her chest as she climbed off his lap and brushed the flannel she was wearing as a dress down flat.  She brushed her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath as more tears came.

“I c-can’t.  We can’t.  This was a mistake and you’re probably going to just…drop dead in front of me at any second because I’m stupid.  How could I be so stupid?!  I let you in.  I was told not to and I let you in.  I let you come to me.  And now, I…I…I don’t know what to do but this…this isn’t where we should be.  I need to go.  I need to keep you safe and I need to make sure that…that this…”, she rambled while pacing back and forth, her voice desperate and terrified.  At the end of her sentence, she finally broke, sinking to knees on the floor as she sobbed.  This was quite literally a lose/lose situation, and there was no way Sam would accept it, but she couldn’t just put him in danger, even if he was dumb enough to get himself killed over a woman.

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke opened his mouth to prepare to capture Esme’s lips as she nuzzled his nose back.  He just wanted to get back to business, and possibly go out later, if they found the time.  Not that he thought they could find the time.  But as she spoke against his lips, his breath stopped for a moment, chasing her movements with his lips.  It was then that she realized she was looking him in the eyes, and though his eyes were hooded, he couldn’t help but sink into the gaze.

“Yeah…you know, that thing you make when you have stuff to do.”, he whispered back, but her next words were surprisingly sexy, acknowledging his rebel nature and his toughness.  He nearly groaned at the sound of her voice, but tilted his head with his lips pouted, as if she was definitely correct.

But then her cheek was on his and her breath was washing over his ear, and he shuddered visibly, tightening his hands in the sheets near her shoulder.  He was barely functional, by the time she pulled back and her lips were in kissing distance once again, only for her to continue teasing him.  When she began to sit up, he moved his hand from the sheets to her bare shoulder and pressed her back down, “I think…”

Duke leaned down, placing soft kisses from her collarbone, all the way up to her jaw, where he gave a tiny little bite and a chuckle, “The list can wait.”, he drawled.  He then reached back with one arm, and pulled the covers up over his head, before covering her lips with his again.  It would be a miracle if they could get any work done at all around each other, at this point.