[h3] Cason, Dean, Duke, and Anna [/h3]

Dean growled softly under his breath as literally, everyone in the room seemed, in his mind to take Cason’s side. If this was just demons, and he was the only one who was seemingly in danger, that was a risk he was willing to take. He glared up at Sam, as he randomly chimed in on behalf of Natalia, but as they continued, he began to see their point. In the past, they hadn’t exactly taken their time. And in that same past, they lost people…good people.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to look at Mika and scanned her face to see if she was just trying to appease his worry. But he saw nothing there except logic and reason. Of course, Mika was showing logic and reason. She was the second most logical person in the room, after all this time. He dropped his hand on the table in a fist and shifted to stand closer to Mika, as Nat reasoned exactly what he expected Mika to say. Maybe they were more alike than he originally thought.

“Alright.” He conceded with a grumpy shrug. Cason’s shoulders relaxed and Duke mirrored him, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans as the tension diffused. But then Anna shifted in her seat and spoke up.

“If this has to do with me, then they are there for me, right? Like at the airport? You could just drop me off.” She said flatly, honestly exhausted with all of this, at this point.

“That’s not an option.” Cason suddenly snapped at her, shaking his head. “Demon blood or not, whatever this is maybe bigger than you could handle on your own.”

“And if they get what they want, they’ll leave you guys alone.”

“Or they will have exactly what they need to kill us all. We don’t know why they want you. We have a hunch to go off of, and even the hunch is vague. Even if you could take them all, a hundred more will come, and if you’re some sort of contingency plan, giving you up will just play into their hand.” Cason explained the strategy of demons perfectly, almost reaching over and patting her arm, before reminding himself that she could fry him in an instant. “You’re going. But you’re not going alone. I think everyone will agree with me.”

“I agree,” Dean muttered reluctantly. Agreeing with Cason made him want to vomit. But Cason was right. “For all we know, you could be a weapon against the angels. You’re not a weapon. You’re…you. If we can keep them away from you, we’ll do the best we can for as long as we can. No more playing into their hand with the demon blood…”

Anna quickly glanced at Cason as Dean finished his sentence. Dean noticed but said nothing, simply watching their silent interaction, as Cason shook his head, his eyes locked with hers. Dean wasn’t sure what it meant, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to imagine what they were saying with their eyes. He had a feeling Cason was already feeding her. Little did he know, he was right.

“So we pack up and roll out?” Cason finally asked, looking around at every member of the group.