[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean thought about the idea of being in the main room of the house after what had happened with Duke and the fact that the basement door would likely haunt him all night if he was too close to it. But after a few moments of thinking, he finally decided to nod.

“Yeah. It’s just a few hours of sleep, right?” He conceded, causing Cason to position himself to help Dean off the bed. Dean waved him off a bit, and he turned to put his feet on the ground. After a moment of collecting himself from the soreness, Dean groaned loudly and stood up, causing Cason to reach out and wrap an arm around him. Dean flinched, as if hew as going to push him away again, only for Cason to stop and glare at him.

“You’re never going to make it down those stairs. You might as well just accept the help, like Nat said. I never have to touch you again, after tonight, but accept the help and stop being a baby.” Cason scolded him, tightening his grip around Dean’s waist. He reached down and grabbed Dean’s wrist, slinging it over his shoulder, before turning toward the door. “I will never mention it again, if it helps your feelings…”

“Deal. Let’s go.” Dean grumbled, reaching his other hand out for Nat, to keep her close. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t appreciate the help, or her being close to him. He was thankful. He was just…not mentally good.

[h3] Anna [/h3] 

Anna was very pleased that Sam hadn’t fought her as they walked out to the Impala. It was almost as if he was too tired to fight it anymore, which may have been a blessing in disguise. Maybe…just maybe, he would actually get some sleep. As Sam willingly crawled into the backseat, removed his boots and wrapped up on her, she just allowed him to. 

If anything, this was welcome with how fast both their hearts were beating. Sam’s skin was burning hot, not feeling cold against Anna’s skin the same as anyone else’s would, because they were both still feeling the effects of the demon blood they had drank. But she couldn’t hear Cason’s heart anymore. She could only hear the quick and steady beating in Sam’s chest, and in that moment…when grief seemed to be the dominating emotion around them, it was enough.

Anna wrapped her arms around Sam’s arm, settling against him as he buried his face in her hair. She didn’t move, settling her breathing as Sam sweetly mumbled into the back of her neck, “Well I’m not going anywhere. Just rest. I’ll still be right here in the morning…promise.”

She made sure he could hear the small smile in her voice as the exhaustion began to sink in, and she tangled their legs and began to drift off.

[h3] A bit later - Cason [/h3]

Cason sat on the bed, Nat sleeping at his side and he chewed at his lip. As he stared at the window, he could hear a bit of movement in the lot but it didn’t dawn on him that it was Esme until he listened to her footsteps for a few moments. Tilting his head in a bit of confusion, Cason carefully pulled his arm from under Nat’s face and very slowly rolled out of bed. He walked over to the bags and picked up his jacket, shoving his arms into it and pulling it up on his shoulders before heading for the bedroom door. 

Even though he tried to be quiet while walking through the living room, Dean’s snorting in his sleep startled Cason a bit and he stopped his creaky footsteps, glancing over as Dean rolled over a bit with a groan and fell back into his coma. Cason was once again startled when Bobby’s voice rang out from the kitchen, just as Cason was reaching for the front door knob.

“Esme’s still up, if you’re wonderin’. Everyone else is still asleep.” Bobby grumbled, taking another swig from his bottle of whiskey, which caused Cason to frown.

“Well, I recommend you getting some sleep too, alright? Drinking up all the alcohol in the house will just piss off the kids. You need anything?” Cason whispered, and Bobby simply waved him off, which caused Cason to frown again. He didn’t know how to help humans through the grief they were dealing with, but something had to give around this house…

Cason opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, looking out over the dark lot. He listened closely in the dark, and eventually, turned and landed his eyes on Esme, sitting on her knees in the moonlight. Closing the door behind him, he jogged down the steps and made his way out to the fence line, to see what was going on. As he got closer, he decided it was safe enough to speak to her.

“You good? Looks like you really slayed those mannequins.” Cason teased at first. But he continued to get closer, eventually stepping up beside her, and dropping to his ass on the ground, crossing his legs. “I figured you would be nice and cuddled up with the problematic cowboy. I’m assuming that if you’re out here, and I have his keys…he’s still sleeping, yeah? He hasn’t made the stupid decision to run off on foot.”