[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya watched Sam’s face closely as he contemplated how he as feeling. She could tell something might be on his mind, but she had to chalk it up to worry for her, or at least guilt. Then, he mentioned that tension and the reason for it, and Anya sighed, waving her hand as if to tell him not to worry about her voice. But she knew he would dwell on it. Even Cason seemed to be dwelling on it and he was a demon.

She pulled her phone down to her chest, and typed a message, turning back to him to look up at his eyes. After she knew that she had eye contact, she raised her eyebrows, giving a stern ‘listen to me’ look, before pressing play on the phone.

“I hate it too. But can we still talk? Yes. Are we all alive? Yes. We will find another way, if there’s another way. But this isn’t your fault.” 

After the message finished playing, Anya leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to Sam’s lips, pulling back to give him one more stern look, just to punctuate the fact that she wouldn’t tolerate him self blaming any more than he already had…or any more than the nurses had at the hospital.

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean frowned in confusion as Nat took Cason’s side and repeated his words, as if Dean was expecting anything less. And then when Lexi laughed at Nat’s retort, Dean nearly clutched his metaphorical pearls, turning to give Lexi a look. “I didn’t say she was a teenager. I…”

But then Nat agreed with Lexi and Dean instantly felt overpowered and outnumbered, an uncomfortable situation that Dean usually avoided like the plague with women. He threw his hands up a bit and then held them out in front of him, as Nat continued to tell him off.

“No. No no no. I don’t want to know what you and…your demon boyfriend do in the dark. I would rather gouge my eyes out with screwdrivers. And since when do you take up for her?!” Dean asked, turning to Lexi with an exasperated look. “I was just…I’m just…You know what? Nevermind. Nevermind. Now that you guys are getting along, I should just keep my mouth shut.”

Cason stepped away from the stove, with Anna behind him, bringing a bunch of bacon and eggs to the table. Anna sat her plates down on the table in front of Sam and Anya, before walking back to the counter to grab the last two pieces of toast from the toaster.

“Alright kids. Let’s get to a bigger table and see what today’s gonna hold, shall we?” Cason called out to everyone, gesturing for someone else to grab the plates. 

“Since when are you the boss?” Dean asked with a scoff, dodging Anna’s slap to his hand as he attempted to steal a piece of toast. Cason shrugged his shoulders.

“Since I’m the only demon you know, and…you need my expertise.” 

Dean was quiet for a moment, trying to decide how to respond, until Anya’s phone suddenly broke the silence and Anna had to turn her head to her shoulder to stifle her laughter as she walked out of the kitchen, toward the war room. Anya stood from the table, holding her phone in the air as it played her message and she followed Anna.

“I would rather the demon be the boss right now. He has the food and the information.”