[h3] Dean and Cason [/h3]

Dean was reluctant to just let Lexi and Nat walk toward the war room without him holding onto both of them, now that they were getting along. He was almost afraid they would gang up against him, and he would begin to be left out, something he didn’t handle well. Shaking aside his childish thoughts, he followed behind everyone as they filed into the war room with the food.

Cason leaned into Nat’s kiss to his cheek, staying close to her back as they both walked to the war room, knowing that Dean was probably shooting daggers with his eyes behind him. He sat the food down on the table and walked around to his seat, choosing to not kick his feet up on the table, but rather to drape them over the arm of the chair that Anna sat down in. Without skipping a beat, Anna draped her arm over Cason’s legs, grabbing a plate and some cutlery. 

Cason grabbed a few pieces of bacon, toast and then stole Anna’s fork to throw some eggs on her plate, before grabbing a plate and doing the same for Nat. He sat Nat’s plate in the spot to his left and then leaned back in his chair, tempted to start day drinking for the conversation coming…even though he couldn’t get drunk.

Dean wasted no time, grabbing himself a piled up plate while everyone else grabbed theirs. When he took his seat, the glanced over at Anna, who seemed perfectly fine with Cason just draping himself over her lap, and he narrowed his eyes. He was genuinely curious how much he had missed while Anna wasn’t around. Obviously, the situation between her and Cason and Nat had changed. They all seemed like a unit, almost.

As soon as Lexi sat down, Dean reached over to her rolling chair and pulled her closer, reaching up and pulling her plate toward him as well.

“So, Anna…How hard do you think it would be to convince Duke to come visit?” He randomly asked, and Anna raised her eyebrows mid chew, confused by the sudden question.

“I think you would have a better chance of convincing him to cut his hair again, than getting him to come to this bunker.” Anna bluntly admitted. Duke hadn’t stepped foot in Kansas since Mika died. He had buried himself in working on the farm and didn’t really hunt anymore. He definitely didn’t want to be around reminders of Mika…

“I might have to stop in if we’re ever out that way…”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya was relieved that Sam was at least listening to her, whether he would actually act on the advice or not. At least for a moment, he seemed to be okay, and he seemed to be letting some of the guilt go. She followed the others into the war room, taking a seat that had been rolled into the stacks and rolling it back to the table with her legs, like a Bedrock car. 

As she got there, she reached forward, watching Sam load his plate up with a chuckle before she began loading up a plate and then sat it down and pulled her phone. She typed a message and turned it to where Sam could hear it in the larger room.

“Just don’t choke. We’ve got nothing but time.” She pressed play with a laugh, and turned to smile at Lexi. She then typed one more message, “But should we get the hard conversations out of the way today?”