[h3] Cason [/h3] 

Cason narrowed his eyes playfully as Nat all but demanded that he win her the puppy.  It wouldn’t be hard to get the stupid thing, but he was more than determined to make it look like an effort, even if a tiny effort.  He turned back around, squaring his shoulders, before reaching back into the bucket.  Pulling a ball, he threw it and actually knocked all of the bottles over.  Laughing, he pulled another ball, watching the aggravated carnie restack them.

As soon as they were stacked, he barely let the carnie finish, before he threw another ball and knocked them over again.  The carnie threw his hands up, with a frustrated sigh, and then walked over to him, snatching the bucket of balls off the table, “You win!  Ding ding ding…winner…”, he droned, pointing to the upper area of prizes, “Let the lady pick her prize.”

Cason laughed at the guy’s attitude, turning to Nat excitedly, “I won the puppy!”, he beamed at her, turning only far enough to point over his shoulder at the aggravated carnie, “you better tell him which one you want before he kicks us out…for whatever reason.”

He leaned in and whispered, “He probably thinks you’re hot.  Fit guy in a leather jacket?  He hates me.”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean smiled when Mika explained that Bobby was the one who basically kept her grounded while he was gone.  Of course he did.  It was Bobby.  Bobby barely let either of them out of his sight when they were younger and there was no way he would leave Mika to her own defenses while she mourned, “Well, remind me to buy Bobby a beer next time we’re in South Dakota.  I’m sure he won’t mind, considering it will be a switch up from the scotch and whiskey.”

He chuckled at his own statement, pulling his eyes away from her for a moment to look around the room.  The rest of the people in the bar either seemed to be lovey dovey, dancing and being almost adorable…or they were essentially having sex in dark corners, and not exactly hiding it from anyone.  He tilted his head, and turned his eyes back down to her, “Is it sad that I almost want to go back to the motel and watch a movie or something boring?  I mean, as much as I would like to take you into one of those corners, I would much rather just have you in your pajamas.”

Dean laughed, tightening his grip on her waist a bit, “I think I’m a lot simpler these days, especially knowing we won’t have a lot of peace…”

[h3] Anna [/h3] 

Anna took another deep breath as Sam made it clear that he was after Lilith, and whether she was with him or not, he was going to try and kill Lilith.  On one hand it made her feel a bit better.  She didn’t have to stay away, because it would make no difference if she did or not.  They would eventually cross paths, and it might just be because of Lilith possessing her.  On the other hand, it made her more afraid, because if he was going after Lilith, then he was putting himself at risk no matter what she said or did.

The idea of getting the tattoo done did help her anxiety, however.  At the least, she wouldn’t be able to be possessed, and she wouldn’t have to watch Lilith kill Sam, if she ever got her hands on him.  She would be able to possibly kill her first.  It helped even more when he all but admitted he was willing to learn more about their powers, and let her help…with them.

“Then I’ll come back.”, she said simply, scanning his eyes for a moment.  She didn’t know how he would react to the news, considering it was the first solid answer she had given him all evening.  She reached both her hands up, and brushed them back through his hair, just wanting to feel that he was real, and tangible.  After a moment of just moving her fingers through his hair, she sighed, “Can you sleep with me?  I know it’s been a rough night.  So, I understand if you have trouble sleeping, but honestly, I’m emotionally wiped and before I even think about showing my face to the rest of the group, I need to sleep.”

She gave a small smirk, and bit her lip, running her finger over the top of his ear, “And I don’t want to sleep alone.”

[h3] Duke [/h3]

Duke opened his mouth to speak as Esme corrected him, and she looked a little more serious than he expected.  She wasn’t joking with him, or at least it didn’t seem taht way.  But then he saw the smirk on her face with the second part of her scolding, and he mirrored the look on her face, shrugging his shoulders, “Touche, my love…”, he chirped at her.  Straightening his hat, he grabbed a flannel off the back of a chair near him, and shoved his arms through it, right as she got to the door.

“Hopefully the roadblock is pretty easy to move when we get there.  I don’t know if I have the energy to move cars and trains and…”, as he finished, Esme stepped out the door and he shook his head, pulling his keys from his pocket.  He flipped them over his hand, and stepped out not too far behind her, wondering who she was on the phone with.

[h3] At the roadblock [/h3]

Duke pulled his truck up to the roadblock and stepped out of the truck, letting Esme run ahead to see her car.  He didn’t even want to get involved with whatever thoughts might be running through her head.  He stepped around to the front of his truck, and leaned against the bumper, just watching her, while glancing around a bit, in case they were being watched by any demons.  At the sound of her growl, Duke’s attention was brought back down to the car, and he grimmaced.  Obviously there was some sort of damage to her car, or something was missing, judging by the sound of her voice, “You alright?”

He pushed off the bumper of his truck and carefully walked up behind her car, glancing around the side as he approached with an audible hiss, seeing the damage, “I mean…it looks like Bobby could probably fix that in no time, if you wanna get it back to South Dakota in the next day or two.  Ain’t no big deal, sweetheart.”

Duke did his best to reassure her, but he knew how she and Dean always were with their cars.  He wasn’t quite the same with his truck, because he honestly expected it to get beat up.  It’s why he never bought anything too pretty.  But when she glanced up and thanked him for driving her, he waved his hand at her, shaking his head, “Don’t thank me for this.  It had to be done, and I doubt your um…your demon friend is gonna be much help, here.  Might as well be me.”, he explained with a shrug, looking around the rest of the car as he walked around, checking for any catastrophic damage.