[h3] Cason and Dean [/h3] 

Dean wasn’t going to budge on the idea of angels being involved with any of the group members, especially with Nat being in the house with Cason. There was no way he was going to risk it, at this point. As much as he wanted to just throw in the towel and go with Mika, he wasn’t letting Natalia go down with any ship…especially while they were two men down.

When Nat seemed to at least concede with Cason that they wouldn’t bring angels in, Dean relaxed just a bit, mentally waving off Natalia’s concern for his wellbeing. He didn’t feel…bad, considering but he was in a lot of pain. He considered sitting up, pulling a hand back onto the bed to push himself into a sitting position. His body quickly told him that it was a bad idea, at least without help, and he sighed.

“Yeah. I think so…” Dean sighed again, causing Cason to step forward and hold a hand out. Dean stared at his hand for a moment, but before he could tell Cason ‘no’, Cason picked up Dean’s hand and pulled, putting his other hand behind Dean’s back. As Cason sat Dean up, he caught Nat’s look and winced, knowing that it was going to be a hard subject to bridge with Dean, in the best of cases.

“If you’re not going to let the angels help, you might as well let us help.”

“Why would you want to help?” Dean asked with a scoff as he groaned at all the movement. Cason shrugged his shoulders.

“You being okay makes Nat happy. Don’t make it more than that.” Cason teased, patting Dean on the back. The pats to the back caused Dean to groan again, which made Cason wince in sympathy, “And I think it’s better for everyone if you’re good to go. You know? Even with the…situation, the seals are going to be broken. Things move on. They don’t wait for you to be ready…”

“Right…” Dean sighed, pressing around on his own face to try and assess the damage without a mirror. Cason turned his eyes back to Natalia and he shifted his eyes back and forth, thinking.

“Is there any way that either of us could convince you to take the rest of the night, take a pain pill, and reconvene in the morning?” Cason asked, knowing that the answer was likely ‘hell no’. Surprisingly, Dean didn’t just say ‘no’.

“Not here. I can’t stay here. I can’t stay in this room.” Dean choked out, the emotion within his exhausted voice evident to Cason, enough to make Cason’s head sear. Dean had never really shown emotion in front of him, outside of his normal machismo. Cason nodded and looked around the room, settling his eyes on Nat.

“Alright. Okay. Where else can we settle him down, then? I don’t think anyone is sleeping really comfortably tonight. Any couches free?”

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna felt a wave of relief as Sam began to nod at her request for rest. She took a deep and definite breath, making sure to keep herself stern, in case Sam changed his mind, but she nodded toward his phone to encourage him to send the message to Natalia. There was nothing else they could do for the night, or at least for a few hours. The least she could do would be to convince Sam to settle down for a bit, and hopefully, by some miracle, get a nap.

“There’s really no room for us, since this um…this…this is usually our room. So, rather than to go back to trunk sitting, do you want to try and sleep in the Impala? I think the blankets Bobby offered are still just…just sitting on the dryer on our way out and there’s at least enough room in the backseat for both of us to settle.” Anna awkwardly tried to offer, trying to not push Sam in the high emotions drowning the house, “We don’t even have to sleep. We can just be…”

Without trying to talk much more about the sleeping arrangements, she reached out and quickly grabbed Sam’s hand with both of her own and began to walk backward out of the panic room. As she passed the washing machine, she grabbed the bundle of blankets that Bobby had left there, keeping one of her hands in Sam’s, linking their fingers and tugging him toward the exterior door.

After walking him to the Impala, Anna sorted the blankets across the back seat, moving them to the side to crawl in and then patted the seat beside her. It wasn’t the most ideal sleeping situation, but it would do in a pinch to corral Sam’s anxiety and get him still.

[h3] Bobby [/h3]

Bobby had been practically pacing himself silly through the days since Mika’s death. Between the fight with Duke and Dean, all of the tension around the house and the fact that his own blood was lying in his basement, thanks to Dean’s inability to let her go…he was exhausted, but was practically killing himself with grief. 

Deciding that it was time to at least attempt to get some sleep, he decided to head down to the laundry area to grab a fresh bottle of whiskey to crack open in the old beat up camper van out back. If anything, maybe he could drink himself to sleep before the funeral…whenever Dean allowed it to happen.

As he walked into the laundry room, a crash from inside the panic room jolted him and he pulled his knife carefully from the waistband of his pants, not even reaching for the bottle he was after.

Approaching the door, Bobby quickly lowered the knife and peeked into the panic room, careful to avoid the bed as his eyes fell on Esme and he sighed, “You scared the hell out of me, kiddo. What are you doin’ down here? Everybody else is at least attempting to sleep…”