[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason smiled a bit as Nat exclaimed how much fun the rollercoaster was.  As much as he hated places like this, and hated how dangerous a lot of this stuff was for a simple human, he was happy that she seemed happy, for once.  Her smile seemed genuine.  He glanced around as she grabbed his hand and practically drug him across the gravel ground, through hoards of random people, to a section with games.  The sight also brought a wide smile to his face.

“Hey, I’m not going to say the D-word, but I have been around for a long time.  Like…a really long time.  I have perfected just about all of these out of a mixture of boredom and benefit from various dates.”, he chuckled in his own defense about the games, “And they’re only rigged if you suck.  I would say you could ask my date from the WW2 celebration carnival, but she’s probably dead.”

He shrugged nonchalantly and stepped up to the counter, pulling her with him this time.  Tossing a few bills on the counter, a young teenager brought two buckets of softballs over to them.  Cason shoved her bucket over to her, and leaned in close to her ear, pointing at the bottles they had to knock down, “The key…is to aim for the corners.  Bottom corner will probably pick off at least one side, but if you hit the middle corners just right, you’ll take out the whole stack.  Watch.”

He pulled back from her, and stepped back a bit from the counter, throwing the first of his bucket at the bottles.  Hitting the middle of the stack, the carnie seemed a bit surprised when all but one fell down on the first strike.  With the one wobbling, he pulled another ball and knocked it over pretty easily with a proud smile on his face, “And if I can do that with at least two more stacks, I can take home that cute and very…large puppy up there.”, he laughed, as the carnie stacked the bottles back up.  He finally turned his gaze down to Nat’s face, the proud look staying, as he finally was able to impress her with something not dire.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean listened to her all but agree that she had been in the same mindset he was in, and had been selfish, to which he started to shrug off with a simple ‘meh’, but he barely even got the noise out, when she pecked his lips.  A goofy smile spread across his lips, and sighed, “I love you too.  I don’t say it enough, but you know it, I think.”

He smiled a bit wider, the corners of his mouth only shifting down a tiny bit as a chair moving across the floor near them made a sound eerily familiar to a few of the more visceral noises he had heard in Hell.  Flashes crossed his mind, and he quickly shook them off, grounding himself with Mika’s face, and the way he could brush his thumb across her fingers.  There was still work to do on his mind, if he was going to be able to be there for her the way he was before he died.  

The song began to come to a close, and he gazed into her eyes for a moment, before he decided to speak, right as a slower song began to play, “And thank you for still…existing after…you know.  I don’t want to talk about it, but I haven’t been able to get you still enough to tell you how relieved I was when I saw your face that day at Bobby’s.  I might have been a little more surprised than I should have been.”, he explained with a chuckle, swaying side to side with her, like the others on the dance floor.

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna scanned Sam’s eyes as he spoke, trying to decide if she believed him, and the words he was saying.  Sometimes, Sam was good at telling people what they wanted to hear.  She guessed he had learned that from Dean, as an easier way to break people’s heart without having to deal with the fallout.  She wondered at times what Dean had told the people around him before he died, however he died, and if he had fed them some bullshit line about the ‘greater good’ to make them feel a little better about him leaving.

But the look in Sam’s eyes wasn’t just a ‘come home with me’ look.  It wasn’t Sam telling her what he wanted her to hear.  It was Sam believing in himself, more than anything.  He believed in what he was capable of, and for some reason, what she was capable of, even if her powers depended on her drinking demon blood.  The demon blood.  What about that?  He said they would handle it but with about half of the creatures wanting to kill them being demons, she needed it to feel strong.

“I’m only strong when I have demon blood in my system, but I can do a few things without it…mostly mind control.”, she explained honestly, as he pushed her hair behind her ear, and kissed her forehead.  She allowed her eyes to flutter closed, and took a deep breath through her nose, “And I do believe you when you say you won’t let her hurt us.  I just know demons, by now.  They can show up anywhere, and it’s not like I have one of those fancy tattoos the rest of you have.  If I’m Lilith’s vessel or whatever, I’m vulnerable…and I could hurt you…and I would see it happen, right?  I would just watch her hurt you?”

She opened her eyes suddenly with a look of pain behind them, as she gazed up into his, “If I come back, I want to find a way to ward her off completely, and I want to learn more about our powers.”

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke chuckled as Esme finally got out of bed, teasing him back over his comments.  He shrugged his shoulders, fumbling with the button on his jeans, “Only the ones that turn me into some sort of sex machine or somethin’. We’ve been in bed for hours.  I have had more exercise than I have had in years…in hours.  I would say that makes you a sex witch.”, he finished with a bright grin, picking his hat up off the dresser and tossing it onto his head.

The second he turned, adjusting his hat, Esme dropped her sheet and began to collect her clothes, causing him to audibly groan.  She was trying to kill him, or imprison him, one or the other.  He fidgeted a bit with his fingers, trying to force himself to look down before he could be mesmerized again, “No touching…”

He repeated the words, reaching a hand out, as she passed him.  It was so tempting to just take the clothes from her and end up back in bed, all over again, regardless of their list.  But eventually they had to get to their tasks.  He groaned again and waved her off, “Go get dressed before I have an aneurism…Please.”

But as soon as Esme began to walk to the bathroom, giving him a nice little show on the way there, he gritted his teeth, “You better hurry up.  I don’t know how long I can handle just standing here…while you’re in there like that.”, he laughed, tilting his hat back on his head as the temptation to chase after her became nearly overwhelming.

“Alright Duke.  That’s enough.  Get your wallet and your keys, and just…drive the truck.  That’s all you gotta do.”, he spoke to himself, reaching across the table for his keys and wallet.  Before long, Esme returned and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, as she came back dressed.  But she was sitting on the bed.  She was dressed…and sitting on the bed.  She was sitting on the bed that he could easily just climb onto and ruin their day, and that…wasn’t fair.  When she announced she was ready, his attention was grabbed again and he flinched, “Yeah!  Yeah I’m ready.  Let’s go get your car before I go insane in this motel room.  You…are a sex witch.”