[b]NATALIA AND MIKA[/b]

In the shower, Natalia had absolutely no clue that Mika had indeed a few minutes later come across and knocked on the door, though like she suggested to Cason, she did expect it to happen at some point but she hoped she would be done in the bathroom before they both came over. Sadly, unbeknownst to her it was not to be. For now though she refused to let her mind wander and think about all the possibilities of how Cason and Dean would slaughter each other at the doorway either verbally or physically. Now was her time to just relax in the shower, get freshened up, ignore the aching throughout her body after sleeping with Cason and feel clean. 

When Cason opened the door, Mika instantly noticed how he hadn't even bothered to be dignified in doing up his pants and the brash way he leaned on the door frame to greet her made her skin crawl in some discreet way. She wasn't going to let him know that though and she prayed his undone clothing wasn't down to him getting intimate with Natalia or Dean would absolutely lose his head in anger. She was ready to answer Cason by telling a lie that Dean wasn't beside her in hiding but it seemed Dean had other ideas which made her roll her eyes ever so slightly, but seeing Cason flinch at the sound of Dean's voice did make it difficult for her to hide the smirk threatening to creep onto her lips. She was trying to be devil's advocate and the defense barrier between the two men after all. 

The moment the conversation began between the men, Mika knew it was very close to ending in another brawl and she was not in the mood for another fight to break out and them risking Natalia running off completely all over again. They needed to regroup, forgive each other and move on from this drama when there was much bigger fish to fry out in the world. They hadn't even met back up with Sam and Anna yet either. Not to mention there seemed to be some kind drama between Duke and Esme in the close distance which she really didn't want any part of, but she was ready to if it meant standing by Duke. He was like a brother to her and she'd protect him at all costs as well as willingly calling him out on any bullshit if needed. 

"Boys calm down" she warned them both calmly. "The fighting needs to stop and that includes the sly digs at each other" she told them both, holding up one finger to Dean and one finger up to Cason. She really didn't want to play the mother role this early, but it seemed they were putting her into such role. "Cason that is downright out of order to say, BUT you also have a point in saying if you two kill each other it won't go down well with Nat." she said. 

"Finally seeing it from my side huh?" Natalia's voice broke out as she eventually stepped out of the bathroom freshly washed and dressed, towel drying her hair. "But that's not the only point he's made that's valid. "Dean, I love you, I do, but let's face it...losing our own isn't exactly unusual for the Winchesters. Didn't see dad making an effort to find me all those years before dying, or telling you and Sam I even existed" she shrugged, walking up to the front door. 

Mika couldn't help but be the next one to visibly flinch at the words that came out of Natalia's mouth because as painful as they were, she did have a point. John was a complete douchebag of a father to not only his boys but to his daughter as well. If he had just admitted he had a daughter out there to Dean and Sam, they could have protected her and saved her years before they did. Yet she also knew if she didn't do something, Dean would see red at said words, so she quickly grabbed a hand of his and squeezed it to soothe whatever would be inevitably brewing inside of him. 

"So....you two coming in or not? I'm willing to forgive you Dean if you are. I'm sick of fighting" Natalia told him, looking at him in the eyes to show him she did actually mean her words, even if it also meant she wasn't leaving Cason's side either, especially after everything the night before. She made that clear by sliding her arm through Cason's after chucking the wet towel on the table to his left, even though she knew Dean would absolutely hate witnessing it. 

Mika watched on as the affection was displayed in such a way that told her Nat really did mean every single word she spoke and there was no tearing those two a part now. It made her partially squint her eyes at the two of them and wonder what exactly those two did last night. [i]"Don't voice your suspicions near Dean... he really will lose his head otherwise"[/i] she thought to herself before looking at Dean to see what he wanted to do, go back to their room away from the thorn in his side, or step into his sister's room and be watchdog. Either way, she knew he had to put all this drama with her to a stop, once and for all. 

[b]SAM[/b]

Sam knew he had to tell her more often how much he truly loved her, especially when things were so highly strung and the tension in the air of what's coming for them all could be cut with a knife. So when she acknowledged his proclamation of love with her own proclamation back, he couldn't help but smile just that bit more. He had a feeling that she would have questions about something or other at some point, but he was glad she took what he said as final and didn't press him on anything else or try and debunk anything that he spoke. 

The idea of just meeting the others wherever they were heading next did seem like a good plan to him, it would certainly mean they wouldn't have to hang back at that motel until the two of them got back to them and everything wouldn't remain on hold whilst all this personal drama was being aired out between each member of their family like dirty laundry. "I think that might be the best plan, I can call Dean and find out where the next location will be" he replied back to her. 

As she moved from being so close to him, he let out a sigh of disappointment but knew she was right to move first or he'd never actually let her leave the bed whatsoever. Witnessing her grab his flannel that she had before and putting it back on, flattening it and pairing it with her boots and a messy bun for a hairstyle made him smile softly and fondly at her. He personally wouldn't have used the word of 'hobo' to describe how she looked, but it was certainly a look. One he felt only she could pull off the way she does. 

"I wouldn't say you look like a hobo, but I guess just tell them the truth? We're both coming back to meet up at the next location and despite everything that lead to this trip, we're good." he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. "What else is there to say at this point? I feel like their own drama is probably worse than what ours was" he smirked then chuckled, running his hands through his hair to try and make it more presentable. He then stood up off the bed and grabbed his jeans that were on the floor beside the bed and yanked them on haphazardly before pulling his boots back on and his other flannel shirt and jacket.