[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason parked the car and stepped out, his boots crunching against the gravel, as the sounds of screams and laughter met his ears.  A lot of those sounded like kids, which made him cringe at the thought of a bunch of kids running around everywhere.  However, when Nat stepped up in front of him, and her hair blew in the wind, as she took it all in, he decided that he would quietly kill the kids if he had to.  But Natalia was having a good night.

He caught up with her, slinging an arm over her shoulders and pulling her head close to his chin as they walked, “I think that sounds like the best idea you’ve had since I had the idea for the carnival.”, he said in his normal snarky tone, absentmindedly turning his head to kiss the top of her head.  They stepped up to the ticket booth, and he quickly pulled out money, tossing it onto the counter and holding up two fingers.  A small woman, just about as angry as the old lady huffed and glared at both of them, before mumbling under her breath about ‘punks’.  Cason gave Nat a confused look, but then laughed softly as the woman gave them their change and tickets.

 “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.  Don’t lose that smile, alright?”, he flirted with the little woman, who raised her eyebrows, but didn’t completely drop her scowl.  He stepped up to the fence, and dropped both their tickets in a bucket next to a sleeping elderly man watching the fence, and then he turned to Nat, “Alright.  So, what do you wanna do first?  Food…rides…games?”, he asked with his eyebrows raised as if he was overly excited to hear her answer.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean smiled brightly, raising his eyebrows, “I mean, I’m not going to say you’ve ever complained about getting me naked…or my affinity for being handsy.  And it’s not like the deviant ones in this bar are really going to judge.  Half feels like an orgy out there.”, he chuckled at the end of his sentence, bringing his beer back to his lips where he took a drink.  

A Led Zepplin song began playing over the jukebox, and Dean’s ears perked up, “You hear that?  We should dance.  Put your beer down.”

With that, he grabbed her hand, and sat his beer down on the bar, dragging her off her barstool to follow him onto the dance floor, a rare choice for him.  Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead dancing, but this was his first time in a bar with Mika…or even really alone with Mika since he had returned from Hell.  Nothing else to do, and the girl liked to dance back in the day.

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna rocked back and forth as she saw Sam’s shadow in front of her.  She was acutely aware that he had knelt in front of her but he wasn’t touching her, as if she was a bomb that would explode at any second, which for all she knew, she was.  All she knew was that Sam was stubborn and he would gladly die before he would leave her alone.  She knew that.

She opened her eyes while rocking and glanced down at his hands on the floor, as soon as she heard them pat the dusty tile.  She followed every wrinkle, callous and divot in his fingers as she took a deep breath, sniffling.  She reached her hand out and touched his fingers with her own, just a bit, and took another deep breath.  Another sob rocked her body as she fought with her brain over letting him stay with her, giving in.

“B-but if anything happened to you, I swear.  I would nuke the planet.  They told me I was capable…”, she spoke through her tears, tapping one of her fingers against his, “And you’re the only light out there for me.  The only person w-who treats me like I’m human.  And I can’t let anything happen to y-you but I don’t want to not know you.”

As she admitted the last part out loud, she was able to take another deep breath, falling back on her ass, where she twisted her legs into a pretzel, her body caged in by his arms a bit, “I don’t want to stay away, but I don’t know if I can stay with you.  The n-nightmares I will have.  The powers I am still learning I have…and the demon blood.  Oh god.  The things you can do…”, she rambled, before glancing up at his face, remembering him washing blood out of her hair after the massacre, and how gentle he was…treating her like a human, instead of a monster, “And how am I supposed to leave when you know I love you?”