[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean couldn’t help the thoughts that were tumbling over and over in his mind as Mika explained what she remembered and what she was currently feeling about being alive. He knew those feelings all too well. When he had dug himself out of that grave, the first worry on his mind was ‘who had to die in order for me to live’? And it was a crushing guilt. It was unfounded, but crushing.

He pulled her a little loser as she struggled with the pain in her head from digging through the memories. But he never broke eye contact when she needed it. This was what she needed, the last time they had separated. She just needed him to be still, and to listen. So, he did, until she dared to apologize.

“Hey. Don’t say you’re sorry. This is a lot. And I mean…A LOT. We’re gonna process this together, this time, alright? C’mere.” Dean pulled Mika closer, forcing her to break eye contact and to stop apologizing. He kissed the side of her head, and at some point, they had both drifted off, Dean finally able to rest for the first time since Mika had been gone.

Dean heard Esme’s voice as he stirred from his sleep and he groaned, waving his hand from under his pillow. He buried his face further into the high end pillowcase, and tried to go back to sleep, despite his wife’s insistence to starting the day. It was his company. If he wanted to oversleep from a night of…whatever the hell he had done the night before, he would. But then Sarah was sent to wake him up and her giant paws and body weight began drilling his back, knocking the wind out of him.

“Alright! Sarah get down!” Dean growled into his pillow, eventually rolling over and scratching the sides of Sarah’s face to get her to stop jumping on him. He sat up, ruffling his hair as Sarah hopped down and ran into the kitchen with Esme. Dean stood from the bed and dragged his feet to the closet, grabbing his clothes and shoes. He quickly got dressed, barely doing anything with his hair, and with his tie in his hand, he walked downstairs with a huff.

“You know, having your giant dog break my spine is not the most effective way to wake me up in the morning.” Dean complained, grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet, and pouring himself some coffee. He glanced over at Esme and sighed, “So, would you at all be interested in attempting to have dinner tonight or do you have another appointment with the Rangers? How is all that going, by the way? Any new leads on the creeper out in Liberty Hill?"


[h3] Anna and Duke [/h3]

Duke smiled brightly at Sam’s acceptance of his invitation. He turned his attention back to Anna, pushing a foot out to kick her rolling chair, just to get her attention, “See?! Golden opportunity. You can hit on the Captain. You can put in a good word for me to get that promotion. We can hang out and just be…normal! You can even do something with your hair!”

Anna frowned and glanced up at him, confusion written all over her face, “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing! You just…don’t wear it down very often. Maybe we can change that tonight. I bet Sam’s into that sort of thing. I see the way he looks at you. Or maybe you can wear my hat! He might be freaky like that.” Duke teased, as he picked up his hat from the desk and plopped it on Anna’s head. It was way too big, but she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face. Duke was her best friend for a reason.

“And maybe you can finally bring Esme over? Maybe talk to her about her marriage…situation.” Anna teased back, and Duke covered his heart, as if she had shot him.

Duke slid off the corner of the desk and he walked over to Sam’s, slapping the edge of his cubicle wall, “So, what’s the plan for today? Anything exciting?”

[h3] Cason and Beau [/h3] 

“She has a point.” Cason grumbled, stepping back from Natalia as his boss Beau paced in the room, as if he was waiting on someone. Beau shook his head, ruffling his messy hair a bit and then loosened his necktie, throwing his hands up.

“Well, we can deal with that when we’re out of here. We are gonna have to call in the other security team to secure that exit. That way we can get out of here. Otherwise, get comfy, because we’re stuck.” Beau sighed, walking up to the door. He opened it, just enough to glance out, only to be met by screams and more camera shutters.

After a few moments of silence, Beau turned to the door as Rosie banged on it, asking to be let in. He tilted his head to the side. She was alone? Of course she was alone. There was a reason he was so sweet on her. Opening the door, he took a step back, allowing Rosie to enter the room with them. As he closed the door behind her, he opened his mouth to speak, but Rosie wasn’t going to let him get a word in. Instead, he simply nodded.

“I will call again and make sure they’re coming, ma’am. Give me five minutes.” He confirmed to her, but then he frowned, picking her hand out of the air and bringing it in front of his eyes. He looked over her knuckles and smirked, “Looks like you did a little security fixin’ of your own. My god. When are you goin’ to marry me?”

“I’ll call security.” Cason grumbled, rolling his eyes at Beau’s attempts to flirt with Rosie. He pulled his phone up to his ear, sticking close to Natalia, while dressing down the head of security of the venue, and demanding at least tend more guards.