MIKA CHAMBERS

When Mika said what she did, she didn't intend to create guilt onto Dean, she just wanted him to know that she did all she could to try and stop Annabeth from being taken. That she didn't give up, not straight away at any rate. She only lost it when the demons carried his body upstairs, as just like she was his weakness along with Sam, he was hers. Both the boys were, along with Bobby. They were as bad as each other but that stubborn moved to them reuniting with each other and being on good terms for these last few years.

With his hand on her cheek, she instinctively leaned into his hand, just as she nearly always did. She then smirked and chuckled as he told her that she owed him for skipping out on their last night on earth night. "Only you could come back and remind me of that" she softly chuckled back at him, kissing him back gently, enjoying their moment together when the knock on the door completely broke it up. She sighed at the interruption but nodded at his request to stay in the kitchen as he went on ahead to find out who was at the door. She had a feeling it might be Sam coming back with information about Annabeth, but for once in her life, she wasn't going to go against Dean's wishes.

It was only when she heard Dean exclaim Sam's name did she step up to the threshold between the main room and the kitchen, leaning round the frame to look down the hallway, more so when Cason shouted at him to not to open the door, but it was too late. Dean had opened the door and Annabeth was standing there completely bloody with Sam beside her.

Then came the bit that she wasn't expecting at all. Annabeth acting like a rabid animal, shoving Dean harshly into the wall before rushing at Cason as he tried to get away. Her eyes went wide in shock, almost frozen still for the smallest second before she went to rush to Dean but Esme had beaten her to it making her skid to a hault a little way from them both. She watched at how Esme was being with him, how she was touching his arm, talking with great concern for him which froze her in her spot. She couldn't understand what she was witnessing but she knew that look Esme was giving him...she knew it all too well.

Jealousy starting to bubble up into her throat, soul and mind yet again as she felt her fingers twitch as another part of her tried to stop her hand from clenching into a fist. She needed to look away, swallow her stubborn pride and posessiveness of Dean, she trusted Dean. She trusted him completely, despite their history, but it felt like no matter how much she tried to be nice to Esme, she did actions that made it incredibly difficult for Mika to nto be worried about her taking Dean away from her. "It's fine...it's fine, he loves you, not her...you" she thought to herself.

NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

Just as things seemed to feel like they were slowing down so they all could get a breather, Annabeth returned and threw the whole group into chaos. SHe couldn't understand what was making the girl be in such a way, until she saw Annabeth rush and throw herself onto Cason, trying to bite his neck and it all suddenly fell into place.

Before Annabeth could get a chunk out of Cason, she rushed to the girl and yanked on her roughly pulling her off Cason and wrapping her arms round her to lock her in place. "Cason get to safety NOW!" she demanded to him as she fought her hardest to not let Annabeth go no matter how much she struggled in her grip to get at Cason. "Someone wanna give me a damn hand with this one!?" she called out at the others, seeing how Mika was completely distracted and thought how now really wasn't the time for her jealousy to get in the way.

Sam was about to explain when it all went to shit rapidly. "Dean!" he called out to see if he was good, but it seemed Esme had taken over that part of the problem at hand which left him to rush inside and see Natalia trying to subdue Annabeth as Cason was scrambling to not be eaten. At Natalia's shout, he rushed to Annabeth and Nat where he grabbed Annabeth's legs whilst Natalia kept ahold of her upper body from under her arms and the two of them with a bit of effort, carried her down into the basement and thent he vault where Sam grabbed some handcuffs to cuff Annabeth to a table leg for the time being, at least enough for Natalia to confidently let go of the girl.

With Annabeth rapidly dealt with, Natalia let go of her and exited the vault with Sam where she let Sam take one more look at her before she closed the vault door to make sure that Annabeth wouldn't break out of the cuffs and escape the vault. "it's for the best Sam! she said sympathetically to him, patting his arm. "I know...I know..." Sams ighed patting Nat's hand back in solidarity. "Lets get upstairs before Mika makes even more problems for us" he said with a dark and somber smirk, to which Nat mimicked and headed upstairs with him.

Upstairs Sam looked around at everyone, "everyone good?" he asked the room.

Dean watched the chaos going on around him after his back slammed roughly into the wall, crumpling on the floor briefly. He rolled and backed himself to lean his back against the wall as he shook the shock off his head, and Esme came in, seemingly in slow motion. As her face came into clear view and she placed her hand on his arm, he turned his hand over, holding her arm in his palm as well.

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. What the hell was that?!”, he asked, subtly checking her over for any injuries too. In his mind, he wasn’t sure if she had just started beating everyone up in a rage, or if Cason was the only target. He pushed himself into a position where he could stand, and as he stood, pulled Esme to him and close to his side.

As Sam came back up the stairs, Dean sighed, glancing down at Esme. He gave her arm a squeeze before letting it go at his side, collecting his emotions so he didn’t go down memory lane. He gently placed the hand on her lower back, showing his submission for her to step away if she wanted to and nodded to his brother, “I think we’re good. What the hell was that, Sam?”

His eyes then fell on Mika, and the facial expression on her face. He let his face fall, tilting his head to the side to push her out of the thoughts he knew she was running through. She didn’t know about he and Esme, but she was incredibly intuitive with his body language, which, when stressed, betrayed him at times.



Cason sighed in relief when Natalia was able to get Annabeth off of him. He had never seen her like this. He knew about the demon blood with Sam, but never in his life had he seen Anna even give a hint at wanting anything to do with it. It told him that Alastair had fed her a ton of blood, in order to make her a literal vampire.

He scrambled off the ground, turning to check on Esme, only to see her getting off the ground with Dean. He threw his hands up, letting them fall roughly against his legs with a ‘slap’, and narrowed his eyes.

“Good?! Good?! She almost ate me! Where the hell did you find her, like that? She’s covered in a river of demon blood, which means…”, he stopped his words, giving Sam a look to let him know that he knew about the demon blood but wouldn’t give the secret away, just yet.

“What’s the plan with this? You just leave her to rot in the basement?”, he asked, not even sure how to begin caring for someone addicted to demon blood, but he figured this was a good trial run for the giant across from him, when he inevitably lost control of everything.



Annabeth screamed when Natalia wrapped her arms around her, thrashing and attempting to headbutt the taller woman’s face. She kicked her feet, wiggling and throwing her body weight around. Her head was on fire, at every breath Cason took, the smell of his blood filling the room like a gas. She just needed a few drops…

“LET ME GO! GET OFF OF ME!”, she screamed, until Sam grabbed her legs and began running downstairs with Natalia. She kicked at his chest, pushing off his chest and against Natalia’s chest as they carried her, trying to knock them apart so she could get to Cason.

“Please let me go!”

When they sat her down, still holding her and handcuffed her to the steel table in the vault, she looked down at the handcuffs, trying to grab for Sam’s hands in desperation. Sobbing when he released her, and simply walked to the door and looked back at her, she pulled roughly on the handcuffs, placing a booted foot against the wall under the table to use as leverage.

“SAM! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME DOWN HERE! SAM, PLEASE!”

Her screams rang out through the house as Sam and Natalia walked back upstairs, realizing she was alone, and more imprisoned here than she was with Alastair.

“GUYS PLEASE! SAM! I’LL BE GOOD! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE. SAAAAAAAAM!”

Esme’s eyes never left Dean’s face, even when he turned his hand over and held her arm. Her face relaxed a bit when he answered her and saw him subtly check her over for injuries. She was about to answer him when he pulled her up and close to his side. It took a little by surprise. She just thought he’d help her up, and that was it, but he pulled her close and continued to hold her arm. She looked away from Dean and looked at Sam as well when he came up the stairs; she felt him look down at her before he squeezed her arm and let go. As she stood there, she sighed heavily, thinking this was another reason she shouldn’t stay.

The feelings she had for Dean back then hadn’t faded as much as she had thought. At Sam’s voice, she nodded silently as she felt Dean’s hand come to rest on her lower back. She knew what this sign meant. She did, and she didn’t want to step away at that moment. Though she was soon hit by feelings of jealousy, she knew who they were coming from even before looking around the room. Her eyes fell briefly on Mika, taking in her facial features and seeing how her face mimicked what she felt coming from the woman. Esme gently squeezed Dean’s arm, in a way to let him know she was glad he was okay and understood his submission.

Then she slowly stepped away from him, putting a suitable distance between them, for Mika’s sake. She looked to the stairs, hearing Annabeth’s screams, then looked at everyone else in the room. There was a wide variety of emotions flowing through the house, and she was the primary cause for one of those. At that moment, she saw herself as nothing but a cause for trouble between Dean and Mika and possibly the rest of the group. As much as she hated to do it, because she wanted to be around others, she talked herself into sneaking away and leaving without a word.

Sighing quietly to herself, she took in a deep breath, turned away, and snuck out the door while they all talked. “I can’t do this.” she whispered as she stepped off the last step of the porch. Esme almost took off into a run to her car when her feet hit the ground, but she refrained from doing so. Not to mention, she was sure someone would hear if she had. “I have to leave and not cause stress among them.” she whispered as she walked to her car.

Sam nodded at Dean confirming they were all okay, or at least physically okay anyway. At the question about what the hell that commotion was, he sighed, ran his hand through his hair, and looked at Dean, then to Esme, Mika, and then Cason.

"Alistair made her drink gallons of demon blood. Something happened down there, it was weird as hell Dean. There was singing, mysterious music playing, then when I left she said she killed them all. I don't know if she meant Alistair as well, but she killed every demon in the warehouse up the road where she was kept." he explained to his brother and to the rest of the room.

"I thought she was alright, but clearly not. So we had to put her in the vault to detox" he added, aiming the last sentence more at Cason to let him know that they didn't like what they did, but they had no other choice. He got the hidden message from Cason and couldn't help but wonder how he knew his secret. "We'll keep an eye on her the whole time Cason...but she's gotta remain cuffed in the vault for her own safety as well as all of ours," he said.

Dean stared at Sam as if he had ten heads. Everything his brother was saying was insane, "Demon blood? Drinking demon blood makes you turn into a singing, dancing, demon-slaughtering nightmare? That doesn't make any sense. Wait a second...does that mean you would be like that? She's like you, man.", he rattled off, his eyes wide as he tried to rationalize what was going on.

He hadn't had a good feeling about Anna in the beginning, but now, knowing who the girl was, he couldn't help but feel like they were torturing someone in the family. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as a loud scream came from downstairs followed by loud banging, as Anna tried to get free.

"She stays in there until she's better...or...", Dean broke off the sentence, not able to say 'dies' to his brother's face. But Cason dropped his head, placing a hand over his face.

Sam could visibly be seen to wince every time Annabeth shouted up at them to beg them to let her go, but he knew in his heart he couldn't do it and he trusted absolutely everyone in the room to not cave into her pleas. he didn't like the fact his brother was insinuating that if she didn't get better they'd have to kill her, giving him the look that said everything he was thinking.

"I don't think the demon blood was making the singing be a thing...I think it's something else," he said with a shrug, hoping it would be a one-off.

Dean also shrugged, actually glad that he didn’t have to worry about Anna singing, in her current state. The thought of her singing about killing people, especially considering the blood he saw dripping from her hair caused him to shudder. But had she actually killed Alastair? He pondered the idea, not truly believing it but feeling a mild pang of optimism in the back of his mind.

It was then that his eyes turned toward where Esme had been standing. He turned toward Mika, his eyes questioning since she was the only one that hadn’t spoken, in a while. At that same moment, he heard a faint footstep on the gravel out front.

“Esme?”, he asked, closing his eyes as he realized why she had left, again…

“Esme wait…”, he said softly, jogging out the front door and down the steps quickly. Closing the gap between them, he reached for her and grabbed her arm, turning her toward him, “Hey don’t go…You’re safe here. Alright? What’s going on in there will be over as soon as we all relax.”

His mind was racing as he searched her eyes, but his eyes narrowed as a soft melody began playing out of nowhere.

Cupid, sitting gently on Bobby’s roof smiled, leaning his face on his hands that rested on his knees. He had put Mika and Dean together himself, and the years had not been kind to their mental health together. When they broke things off, permanently all those years ago, Cupid felt as if he may have made a mistake…There was no harm in testing a theory, right?

“I know it’s late…”, Dean began to sing softly, his hand falling to pick up Esme’s, “I know you’re weary. I know your plans don’t include me…Still, here we are, both of us lonely, longing for shelter from all that we see. Why should we worry? No one will care, girl. Look at the stars…so far away…”

Dean peered up briefly at the sky, and then back into her eyes, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, his thumb running from her nose to her jaw, “We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight babe…why don’t you stay?”

Esme flinched and jumped slightly at Dean’s voice coming from the porch, but she didn’t stop or turn around. She hadn’t expected him to come after her after realizing she had slipped away. If anyone, she thought, it would have been Cason running after her to stop her from leaving. She could hear his steps getting closer and she tried to pick up her pace, but he caught up with her and grabbed her arm. She closed her eyes before he turned her around to face him, trying to keep her emotions in check. As he spoke, she opened her eyes and looked into his before diverting them slightly.

“That’s not…..” the sudden soft melody playing cut her off. She saw his narrowed eyes, and she looked around for where the music was coming from. It seemed to be all around them with no source. It made little sense. Esme’s eyes snapped back to Dean as he began to sing softly to her as he picked up her hand. Her eyes went wide in confusion as she listened to the words he sang to her. She watched as he looked at the sky after singing about the stars, then back down at her. Her heart began to race as he placed his hand on her cheek and ran his thumb along her face and to her jaw.

“Dean? What’s going on with you?” she questioned as he sang. She brought her hands up to put a bit of distance between them. If this was any other time, she would have enjoyed it, but he was with Mika. She couldn’t help but pray that Mika wasn’t witnessing this from the house. If she was, she knew Mika would want to kill her slowly for this.

Dean caught her hands and pulled her back to him, completely out of control of his own body and mind, as Cupid emptied it into song. He fought against it inside his brain, not wanting to send mixed messages, even though his heart fluttered at being this close to Esme again. He and Mika were doing too well, for this to happen, though. He scratched and scraped inside his mind to stop singing, and to let her go, before years of work came crashing down around him, with Mika.

Outwardly, he was the person Esme had met years before, broken and a mess, but protective over her emotions. He knew back then how much his emotions, and their intensity affected her, and he did everything in his power to be silly, and laugh with her. They danced together back then, which was something he rarely did with anyone, and it was a welcome change. Her empathy was intoxicating.

He leaned in close to her face as he pulled her to him, “Deep in my soul, I’ve been so lonely, all of my hopes fading away. I’ve longed for love, like everyone else does. I know I’ll keep searching after today.”

He sang sweetly to her, half singing about his feelings about coming back from Hell, which was something he still hadn’t really addressed and also how rocky his romantic life had been, but she and Mika were the great loves of his life…

His eyebrows raised, holding her hands up to his chest as he leaned in, “So there it is girl…We’ve got it all, now. And here we are babe. What do you say? We’ve got tonight. Who needs tomorrow? We’ve got tonight babe…why don’t you stay?”

Dean stepped back from her briefly, spinning her with his right hand, before pulling her to his chest, “I know it’s late. I know you’re weary. I know your plans don’t include me. Still here we are. Both of us lonely…both of us lonely. We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t you stay?”

He leaned in, just millimeters from her lips with his own, as the song ended and he snapped out of his trance, staring at her with wide eyes and pulling his face back.

“Um…I’m…I’m so sorry.”, he whispered to her, still holding her hands in panic, “I was just c-coming to tell you to stay. We’ll figure this out together, alright?”

Esme gasped as Dean grabbed her hands and pulled her back to him. Her heart pounded in her chest at the closeness and as she looked up into his face. She couldn’t understand what had gotten into him. He was with Mika and here he was acting like he used to when they were together. It was something she truly missed about him, but could see that part of him had faded over the years. Seeing him like this was killing her and reminding her of how things used to be that wouldn’t be again. It was all she could do to hold her emotions in check and not give into them.

She once again tried to pull away, but he leaned in close to her face and pulled her to him as he continued to sing to her. As he sang sweetly, she could feel herself cracking as he sang about his feelings. Her shocked eyes were now tearing up from the multiple emotions building up, and it was becoming hard for her to breathe. The more he sang and the closer he brought her to him, the harder it was getting for her not to lose her control of her tears. “Dean.” she choked out. “You need to snap out of it.” Esme watched him as his eyebrows raised and brought her hands to his chest.

When he leaned in, she pulled back from him, wishing he’d stop. She looked away from him, trying to focus on anything but him with the way he was acting at that moment. She couldn’t stop him from spinning her and pulling her to his chest as he continued to sing. She could only look up at him with her tear-filled eyes, wondering if this was all just some way of getting back at her for leaving the way she did. When Dean leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers, her breath caught sharply and her heart felt as if it stopped. When the music faded and the song ended, she watched as Dean snapped out of his trance and pulled his face back with wide eyes.

At his apology, she dropped her eyes to his hands, still holding hers. She let out the breath she was holding and closed her eyes tight, causing the tears she had been holding back to slide down her cheeks. “I know you were.” she whispered back shakily as she opened her eyes. “Alright…… But is it really wise for me to stay?”

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika's silence was purely down to her trying to squash all her jealous and anxious thoughts about Esme and Dean being so close together. She studied Dean's body language around the other woman and she got the pang of fear that back in the hotel Dean wasn't fully honest with her about his history with Esme. Keeping her feelings bottled up was tearing her apart but she knew she had to try all she could to be better and not fly off the handle. Now wasn't the time.

She looked back at Dean as he glanced at her, noting her silence over the whole conversation about Annabeth. She was about to say something on the topic at hand when Dean noticed Esme having snuck off and went to follow her, "Dean give the woman some space" she called out to him in as a calm but pleading voice as possible. Yet it was useless, he still went after her. "don't cry..." she thought to herself, sighing and walking back into the kitchen.

She couldn't do this, not again. She couldn't lose him, not when they had achieved what sometimes felt like the impossible for them...they had worked on being good, close like they once was. Then this other female hunter comes along and just seemed to be ripping that solid foundation of her relationship with Dean apart thread by thread.

When the mysterious music and song started playing, she could hear a faint melody seeming to be coming from outside and her pangs of fear continued to eat away at him. Forcing her eyes closed tightly she fought her upset as far back into her mind as possible, but it was proving near damn impossible. Her hands starting to shake, making her clench them tightly.

She wanted to be nice to this woman, she wanted to give her a chance but how could she fully ignore what she was witnessing with her own very eyes? How could any of the group ignore it? Dean's actions with this woman was constsntly shoving a wedge between her and her attempts to continue being a better person.

NATALIA AND SAM WINCHESTER

The moment Dean chased after Esme and Mika pleaded with him to give the woman a moment to herself, as none of them thought she was actually planning on leaving, Natalia had to admit the idea of giving Esme space was the better plan but low and behold Dean chose the wrong path yet again making her rub her fingers across her forehead and down to her nose that she pinched as she sighed. "here we go again" she muttered under her breath.

Sam heard what his sister said and nodded in an somber notion of agreement. He loved his brother dearly, of course he did. But this playing between the two women was the stupidest thing Dean could be doing in his mind. Even if Dean wasn't intending on it being this way, it was being this way and he knew if Dean didn't sort his shit out, this was going to end incredibly badly for all three in this situation.

Then came the music and Sam sighed, "this is what happened in the warehouse....oh shit..."he told them all before the realisation of who it was happening to dawned on him, making him wide eyed." Nat keep Mika in the kitchen" he warned her, to which Nat nodded in agreement as Sam went to the front door and peered through the glass watching what was happening. He groaned in annoyance, "oh Dean, what are you playing at?" he mumbled.

Natalia did do what Sam suggested and walked to the kitchen where she saw the mess that Mika was falling into with her emotions. She instantly walked over and pulled Mika into a protective and comforting hug, but Mika just attempted to shrug out of her arms not wanting to be near anyone. Natalia however didn't let her get away that easily, tightening her grip on her and that was when Mika caved and fell into her arms. She couldn't help but look around at the remaining members of the group in the house, her eyes almost begging for someone to have an answer in fixing this shit show.

Natalia couldn't believe that her, being the youngest in the family was being the most mature and acting like the oldest sibling. She was so ready to give Dean a stern talking to but she wasn't going to unless she really saw it was necessary. She just had to hope this was some manipulative game being controlled by the likes of Alistair or someone similar. She also hoped Dean would make this right with Mika and not throw away what a solid relationship he had with her. She may not have been around when they first met, or even during their early years or even through the times Mika was another person's, but she had been around long enough to think what a badass power couple they were, even if they didn't use official terms. Not to mention it wasn't fair on Esme either.

As the singing finished outside Sam tried to gauge Dean's behaviour but only seeing him from behind made it incredibly difficult to do so, but he knew when his brother was stressed out or panicking from how tensed up his shoulders got. Not only that he kept hearing Annabeth screaming and begging to be let out. With a heavy sigh he left the door so it didn't look like he was watching his brother and Esme, and walked downstairs to the basement.

Perching on the end step, he clasped his hands together and propped his arms up on his knees via his elbows. "Anna I know you think you can be good but you gotta trust us. You need tod etox from the blood... This is for your own good" he told her.

Dean couldn’t help but feel that her tears were all too familiar, and even the cause of the tears being himself wasn’t unfamiliar. That was what he was good at, with her, and what he eventually blamed for her leaving the first time. He pressed his lips together in a searing pang of regret and reached a hand up to whisk the tears from her cheeks with his thumb, one by one. He then leaned forward, placing one hand around the back of her neck, and pressed his lips against her forehead with a long and shuddered sigh escaping his nose.

“I couldn’t control anything…”, he muttered against her forehead, before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. He peered between both her eyes, trying to drive home the fact that nothing he did was out of malice, or even…as far as he knew, romance. But the feelings he had during the song hadn’t changed, only his willpower over them had. His eyes sank into a pleading look, as he let his hand drop first from the back of her neck to her collar bone, and then down her arm to pick up her hand again.

“Just don’t go. Wise or not, I don’t want to lose you again…”, he said quietly, squeezing her hands, “I’ll be there every step of the way. We can teach the others to stay out of your way when you have moments…but don’t run away again. It didn’t make your life easier the first time. You just removed me from the equation…I need to um. I need to go and check on m-my car…”

It was an excuse, but it was an excuse he had used with her before, signaling that he needed to think about something he had said. She had worked with him on controlling his anger issues, and his emotions. They had worked that out together, and one of those coping mechanisms was simply having space…

“I’ll see you back inside, alright?”, he whispered, fighting a tear that threatened his right eye. He gave a sad smile, and released her hands, walking across the gravel lot.

As he reached the garage, where he had parked the Impala to keep it out of the weather, he stepped in, running his fingers along the hood. Biting his lip to keep from crying at both his own stupidity and the feelings he had repressed completely for years, he stepped up onto Baby’s bumper, and sat on the hood, cradling his head with his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. He wasn’t even aware that Mika was in the kitchen, or that she or Nat could probably see him.



Cason had paced around the living room, after the attack. He was both terrified to be a sitting piece of meat for his ex-girlfriend, who was currently screeching in the basement, and aggravated at the situation with Esme. Whatever was going on between her and Dean was not something he was prepared to get in the middle of, for fear of being killed.

He stepped up near Sam, realizing instantly that he should have gone after Esme. His heart sank as he watched the two, but noticed Esme wasn’t exactly submissive to the idea of Dean being so close to her. He had felt the attraction between the two from the moment they had met her, but had brushed it off as the typical ‘Winchester charm’. This…didn’t look like a simple crush. This was history.

Cason didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, as Dean finished the song and he noticed the tension in his shoulders. This was completely involuntary, the singing. None of them were going to have a choice, and it seemed like it could strike even the most reluctant of them.

“C’mon Cason…don’t fuck this up. She needs a distraction, and you’re one hell of a distraction…”, he muttered to himself as Dean kissed Esme’s forehead, before stepping onto the porch and clapping his hands, “Everything okay out here? That looked intense!”

Dean’s shoulders tensed as Cason’s voice rang out in the dark, not turning to him or speaking back. He watched as Dean whispered something and stepped away from Esme, a small sigh of relief leaving his chest. Crisis averted for now…



Annabeth stopped screaming for just a second when she heard the music playing outside, through the devil's trap vent on the ceiling. She listened closely, recognizing Dean’s voice as the music played. She quietly wondered who he was singing to, as she didn’t hear a second voice.

However, another searing pain hit her forehead, and she screamed out once more. Pulling on the handcuffs that had now made deep cuts in her wrists from spinning and pulling her hands in them.

“Sam?! Please!”, she screamed out, hoping to catch his attention and his sympathy at the same time, “LET ME OUT!”

She heard footsteps coming down the stairs, wondering if it was one of the many hallucinations she had been subjected to since he left her there. But when she heard his voice, she sighed, her eyes still wide.

“Sam! Sam, please…I didn’t do anything to deserve this…”, she cried out to him, leaning her head against the leg of the table, “I can come out. I’ll stay away from Cason. I promise. Just…I’m seeing things. My brain is torturing me and I’m scared…”

She let out a small sob, staring at the door of the panic room, “I don’t want to die.”

Anna rattled the handcuffs, adjusting herself to sit as close to the door as she could, even though it hurt her wrists. She wanted to touch him, or just be near him, after everything that had happened. She needed to touch his skin, feel his hair against her palm, anything…

MIKA CHAMBERS AND DEAN WINCHESTER (COLLAB)

She felt Nat gripping her tightly in an attempt to try and stop her from shaking out anxiety and trying with all her might not to cry. What she didn't know was that Natalia was also holding her in place for fear of Esme coming back into the room and Mika just lunging for her. She would like to think Mika wouldn't go that far, butseeing as she held them all at gunpoint over Dean's temporary death, she wasn't going to take any chances. All she did know was that there was absolutely no way in the universe was she going to let Dean know what Mika did. Her brother didn't need that on his conscious.

Both women only seemed to move in any way when they caught out the corner of their eyes Dean coming round to the back garage and go to his car. Mika lightly shrugged out of natalia's arms successfully this time and stepped to the door but didn't exit just yet. She just wanted to see how Dean was and if Esme was with him or not. Luckily for her, he was on his own and looking utterly wrapped up in inner conflict, which told her he was either regretting singing to Esme or wondering what the hell to do about his feelings. Which also meant that either of those options told her he had feelings toward Esme in some way and there most definitely history between them. A worry that plagued her since they first met in the hotel.



She looked at Nat as if to seek the answer if she should follow him out or not but all she got was a shrug from the woman. Natalia felt just as confused on what was the right thing to do as Mika was. Looking back out toward Dean on the car, Mika slowly stepped outside, slowly walking toward him and his impala when she heard more music begin to play and wondered what was going on with all these melodies playing. Words just seemed to flow into her mind and before she could stop herself as she stood in front of the impala and Dean, she began singing to him, "Baby forgive me, did I do something wrong?".

Dean ran his hands into his hair slightly, opening his eyes at the music playing again. He furrowed his brow, confused, until the words started to flow out of his own mouth against his will, again.

" I don't wanna talk. Can't we just let it go?", he sang, gritting his teeth after the words left his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, keeping his hands against his forehead.

"What could be so bad, that you'd leave me hanging on?" she continued to sing back and she hated that these words were coming out of her mouth. She wanted to fight the lyrics but she couldn't, she hated that whatever was doing this was giving her this song to Dean, when he sang a damn love song to Esme. It wasn't fair in her eyes, even if it was accurate for them.

"I lay in bed at night contemplating, why the hell you gotta keep me waiting" she sang more, stepping closer to him, looking at him look at her pleadingly as if she had some sort of answer but she didn't. She was just as confused as he was. She didn't want to sing these words to him, she wanted to tell him how she really felt, how she felt beautiful with him, how much she loved him, anything but these painful words of worry of losing him, or that she felt they were closing each other out...again. "Everytime i try and get a little closer, you shut down and the conversations over, I'm right here but you leave me in the dark, show me your private parts. Give it up baby, what are you afraid of? Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of? We get naked but I can't undress your heart, show me your private parts" Tears started falling down her face that she had been holding in for far too long.

Dean stared at her as she sang, reaching a hand out to try and console her as she began to cry. This wasn't anything he would ever have wanted. He wanted to tell her everything about the situation with Esme, either to ease her mind or just to get it off his chest. He shook his head, leaning in close to her lips as she stood close to him singing, [i]"Show me your private parts...[i]", he echoed her, but along with the lyrics of the song, a force pulled him back from her, turning him to the side with his knees against his chest and his face buried.

As he reached out to her, she held out to grab his hand, just wanting to be close to him, she closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her face from getting so close, but when he pulled back from her it was like she was breaking all over again. She found herself praying to whoever was doing this to just stop putting them through this pain. "I can't remember the last time this felt real...." she sang which wasn't true in the slightest in her head.

"And how can you blame me, for feeling the way I feel?" she continued between his lines, "I can take a little hesitating, i'll wait forever if it's worth the waiting!"

"I would've cut you out if I didn't love you...", he sang in time with her, causing his eyes to flutter closed, admitting something that was half true for him. The chaos in their relationship hit fever pitches where he just wanted to run far away. It was what had made Esme intriguing to him in the first place. Their difference.

"I'm not blaming you. I'm just trying to figure it out...", he sang, another truth as he growled in between singing.

When it came to the chorus, she sang with him, the same lines as she desperately wanted to comfort him, be close with him but his actions with the lyrics were just making her scared to go to him. She did know however that him singing about figuring it out was true. She could see it in his body language. "Everytime I try and get a little bit closer, you shut down and the conversations over. I'm right here but you leave me in the dark, show me your private parts! Give it up Baby, what are you afraid of? Love sucks when you don't know what it's made of, we get naked but I can't undress your heart, show me your private parts!"

"They say that silence is gold, but I think that's a lie! You think I already know, but I can't read your miiiiind" she sang with more emotion that she thought was even possible, before her voice started to break as she sang, repeating the chorus once more before the trance was broken, making her stumble backwards.

Dean pulled his face away from his knees, lowering his legs off the Impala and his feet crunching into the gravel as he stepped up to her, looking straight into her eyes, despite her worry as she sang with her. He placed both his hands on her face, as they sang the chorus together, her voice piercing through his heart with every word mixing with his.

However, when he stopped singing, simply staring at her with tears in his eyes, he didn't know how to react to her being so emotional. It wasn't that common, anymore for them to have these moments, in normal times, much less out of Supernatural means.

As the song ended, he gasped, his concentrating eyes breaking into pure fear, upset, and worry as he let out a shuddering sigh and let her go, stepping back. He leaned back against the Impala, and pressed his chin against his chest, shaking his head.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Natalia stood by the kitchen doorway and saw that whatever had made Sam and Anna sing back at the warehouse and now made Dean sing to Esme was effecting Mika and Dean together. Hearing the lyrics due to how close she was was breaking her heart for the two of them. She sighed as she tried to pull herself from watching the two of them, which she managed to do and walked back into the main room with Cason and Bobby. "i'm really sick of this shitshow of ours...." she sighed, rubbing her forehead and grabbing the bottle of whiskey that was on Bobby's desk, pouring herself a drink and swigging it down in one hit.

"I swear, whatever is doing this to everyone I'm gonna kill it the brutally..." she mumbled.

SAM WINCHESTER

Hearing Annabeth plead and beg him to let her out, say how she was seeing things or hearing things as she detoxed from the demon blood broke him in two. He just knew that if he ever got that bad on his own addiction to the blood, Dean wouldn't hesitate to be doing the same thing to him. It felt he was getting a premonition of what could and would happen to him and it wasn't pleasant in the slightest.

"I'm not going to let you die Anna, you can count on me for that but this is for the best. Please, just trust me...." he practically begged her at this stage as he tried his hardest to hold it together. He could hear the music and singing going on yet again and sighed feeling like their group couldn't catch a break.

"If.....if I come in, will you promise not to try and escape?" he finally asked her.

Esme continued to look at their hands as she waited for his answer. All this was far too familiar, and it was making things all the harder on her, especially when she could feel his emotions. When he wiped away her tears one by one, she looked up at him and watched his face. Her eyes lightly closed when he leaned in, placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pressed his lips against her forehead and gave a shuddered sigh. At his words, she opened her eyes as he pulled back to look into her eyes. As he gazed into her eyes, she gazed into his eyes and read the look he was giving her.

She could see the message he was trying to convey to her. Her gaze softened, showing that she understood his message. When his eyes sank into a pleading look, she had to drop her gaze back to their hands as his hand dropped, going along her collarbone, down her arm and to her hand. His words hit her like a kick in the gut and a knife in the heart, and it caused her to close her eyes briefly as more emotions swept over her and she could only nod that she would stay and not run. At his excuse, she gave a sad smile, as she knew the excuse well. After all this time, he still worked out his emotions in the way she had shown him.

This time, he needed his space to work things out. At Cason’s sudden appearance and words, she tensed up and gave a jump, but she didn’t look over at him. She kept her gaze on Dean. At Dean’s words, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you there.” she whispered back. She let her hands drop to her sides when he let them go and watched him walk away to the garage. She turned and looked at her car. The thought of leaving was still on her mind, but she didn’t walk towards it. She had told Dean she’d stay and she couldn’t go back on that. Esme looked away from her car and looked out over the junkyard, catching Cason still on the porch out of the corner of her eye.

She didn’t want to be around anyone at the moment. She needed to be alone for a little while, and she hoped Cason would allow her some time to herself. She then walked to her car and sat on the hood. She dared not get inside it for fear of fighting the action to leave again. She then pushed herself further up on the hood and laid across it and closed her eyes. She breathed in the cool air slowly. After a moment, she heard faint music playing in the distance. Whatever was affecting everyone had struck again. She placed her hands on her face, breathed deeply, and tried to block it all out. “What the hell is going on with this day?” she whispered into her hands.

Dean could barely breath, his breaths coming in gasps as he tried to figure a way out of this, mentally and emotionally. This couldn’t go on. He also needed to figure out what was making them sing like this. Nothing that he had ever heard of could control people like this. Even knowing what he knew about angels, which wasn’t much, he hadn’t heard anything of them being able to control entire groups of people at a whim…to sing hurtful or painfully true songs to each other.

He glanced up to Mika, to see if she was still standing with him. Seeing that she was, he kicked at the gravel a bit, and stepped forward. His chest was clinching on him, wanting him to spill his guts about what had happened all that time that they were apart. He wanted to tell her that he had thought about settling down with Esme, and that they were more serious than he wanted to admit to himself. Tonight proved that. He was gutted when she left him. He still felt the stitches of that pain tugging, every time he heard her voice.

But he couldn’t let her go. She was such an important part of his life, with Mika gone at the time. She kept him from going insane, and gave him comfort when he had nothing but himself, and his asshole of a Dad. One touch of her hand and he would calm. She even taught him to control his rage, which was something Mika had wanted him to figure out their entire relationship.

Things were good, though. He couldn’t screw this up. He wanted..no…needed Esme to be in his life, but Mika was his constant. Gaps be damned, she was always there. They always ended up together, regardless the fights that broke out. This wasn’t even really a fight. This was a misunderstanding, but one that he couldn’t talk to her about…yet.

He closed the gap between them, caging her face in his hands, and crushed her lips with his roughly, one of his hands coming to wrap around her waist as he kissed her.



Cason sighed as both Dean and Esme ignored him, for the most part. He should have been used to it, by this time. But it was disappointing. He fought the urge to walk out and force his way into the situation, but soon lost the fight.

He hopped off the porch and strolled across the gravel, just as the song in the garage ended, and the music started to play a different tune. Carefully approaching Esme, as not to make her angry enough to blow him up, or anything, Cason slowly sat down on the hood beside her, and laid his body down, turning his head to watch her face.

He wanted to ask about Dean. Some of the intel, he had already received, but not enough to warrant what he had just seen. The music started to get louder over them both, and Cason’s eyes grew wide as lyrics started leaving his mouth.

“I gotta take a little time. A little time to think things over. I better read between the lines, in case I need it when I’m older…”, he started, not noticing that Sarah and Vilolet both were running toward them, “This mountain I must climb feels like a world upon my shoulder. Through the clouds I see see love shine. It keeps me warm when life grows colder.”

Sarah began barking as she ran up to them, grabbing his leg and pulling. He placed his hands down on the hood, gritting his teeth to fight the words coming out of them. His jaw popped as his mouth came open again.

“In my life, there’s been heartache and pain. I don’t know if I can face it again. I can’t stop now. I’ve traveled so far to change this lonely life…I wanna know what love is! I want you to show me!..”, Sarah dragged him off the car as he continued singing, reaching for Esme, “I wanna feel what love is! I know you can show me!…”

Violet laid down on his legs, pinning him to the ground as Sarah laid over his face, smothering his words. The music came to a sudden stop, as he laid there under the Hellhounds, yelling out a muffled, “DAMMIT!”

He slapped at Sarah’s side, causing her to stand from him, and step away. She was satisfied the song had passed, and she had protected her dad, expecting scratches, which she didn’t get right away.

“Um…pretend you um…didn’t hear that. I’m sorry… Yep.”, Cason muttered, waving sheepishly at Esme, and scrambling to his feet to walk away.



Anna looked down at the floor, listening to his words. She couldn’t help but feel like she was being punished. How was she supposed to know demon blood was even a thing? A week earlier she had no idea demons even existed. She raised her head with a shuddered sigh, “I do trust you…I just feel like I should have stayed. I should have stayed, and just…let him kill me. I don’t want to feel like this anymore…”

She sniffled, turning her head toward the door as he asked if he could come in and be safe. She nodded violently, even though he couldn’t see, and almost tried to stand, before realizing her hands were still cuffed to the table.

“Y-yes! Yes. I will stay still, even. Just please…please don’t leave me alone, Sam…”, he begged, staring at the door to see if he was going to enter the room and trust her, “This blood is trying to kill me and force me to get more, or something. I had a nightmare you were torturing me. I n-need to um…I need to know that’s not real.”

She looked around the room as she spoke to him, breaking her promise in her mind, already as she looked for any option for escape if he let her loose of the handcuffs. She needed more. She needed to run, and she needed to get some relief.

But.

She could also touch him…and maybe he would calm her. She didn’t want to hurt him. She didn’t want to run away and make him hunt her. She sighed and turned her gaze back to the door, hoping that she would be able to make a good decision.

Esme continued to try and calm herself from the whole situation. She ran her hands through her hair with a sigh, then wiped away the few extra tears that escaped her eyes. Everything that happened rolled around in her mind. The way he sang, the way he held her close(even if it was out of his control), and the way he begged her to stay. She was then pulled from her thoughts and cringed when she heard someone walking across gravel as the song ended and another started. She had a feeling she knew who it was even before they made it to the car. She sighed heavily as it became clear she was right.

She could feel how careful he was being as he sat on the hood of her car and laid down beside her. She kept her eyes closed and her face pointed at the sky as he looked at her, feeling the questions burning within him. “Cason, I need some…..” the music getting louder cut her off. Her eyes popped open and dread captured her. She looked over and saw Cason’s eyes were saucers. “Oh hellfire!...... Not you too!” she exclaimed as he began singing. Esme sat up and scooted herself away from him, her eyes turning to saucers at the words he was singing. She pushed herself to the edge of the hood, not noticing Sarah and Violet until Sarah began barking.

She watched the two hounds run up to the car and Sarah grab Cason by the leg and pull him. She looked back at him, seeing him trying to fight against the singing, but failing. When he placed his hand on the hood, she pushed herself away more, almost tumbling off the hood of the car. Her gaze went back to Sarah as she pulled him off the car, and yet Cason continued to sing to her and reached for her. “Just make it stop.” Esme mumbled, stepping back a bit. She then watched as the two hounds pinned Cason to the ground, and Sarah laid over his face, smothering Cason’s words.

Esme couldn’t stop the heavy sigh of relief that escaped her when the music suddenly stopped. Esme stepped back up to her car, placed her hands on the hood and leaned into them and hung her head. “This is getting ridiculous.” she mumbled. She got lost in thought as the two hounds finally let Cason to his feet. “What in the world can control a group of people's actions like this?” she mumbled. At Cason’s words and scrambling to his feet, she straightened back up and turned to lean against the car. “I wish I could.” she sighed as she crossed her arm across her chest.

Esme cut her eyes to the side when she heard the crunch of gravel. A small smile came to her lips as she saw Sarah and Violet not that far away, the image of them pulling Cason to the ground and laying on him coming back to her mind. “Thanks, girls. That was quick thinking.” She sighed again and hung her head, closing her eyes trying to think of what could do this to everyone. It was all just too bizarre and she was dreading that it would soon happen to her.

MIKA CHAMBERS

She would have been lying if she said she didn't think about just leaving, but there was just something in her that couldn't seem to allow her feet to move. She didn't know what to do, leave or stay. Could she really stand to stay around him when they were forced to sing such things to each other, after she heard him sing such sweet nothings to Esme? She just didn't know. She thought they were good, that they were in the most solid stage of their relationship, but now she was worried that it wasn't.

She was still trying to mae herself walk away from him when he walked up to her, grabbed her face and kissed her roughly. A kiss that she hadn't had from him in a long time and she didn't know if this was some act of desperation on his behalf or not, yet she still kissed him back, closing her eyes tightly.

With one of his hands round her waist to pull her closer, she wrapped her hands round his waist, placing her hands flat against his back, her fingers slowly gripping the back of his tshirt tightly as if it would stop him from running away from her, as if it would bring her hope this wouldn't be the end....again. Those three years apart hurt her more than she ever let on, even if she did go back to her sort of ex Ethan at the time. She knew deep down she used him to fill that void that Dean left in her. Of course there were times in those three years when she was so angry at Dean, at how they broke up, she thought she would never forgive him but then came those restless and sleepless nights where she cried herself to sleep because the feel of Dean wasn't beside her.

She knew he played away, hells, there were the odd times when she went to find him, to see if they could things good again, but he always saw him with someone else, crushing her heart all over again. Little did she realise that a few times when she did try to find him, it was Esme he was with. So back to Ethan she went but never once did she think she could settle down with him, even if he was nicest person to her and took her back despite how she treated him. He didn't once question or shove her away when she had the nightmares from the job or ask why she came back so late sometimes covered in blood or heavily beat up. He took her in even during her worst days and she had no idea how much of her time with Ethan Dean knew.

She refused to pull back from the kiss, scared that if she did it would be the last time, so she continued to kiss him roughly, desperate even.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam knew it was against his better judgement to even think about going into the vault when Annabeth was in such a volatile state, not to mention completely un predictable right now, but he felt so guilty for leaving her on her own and maybe if she saw him she would calm down a bit.

He closed his eyes tightly as he ehard her say how the blood was making her crave more and he understood it. he understood it more than she would ever realise no doubt, but he couldn't let her know that...not yet. Pushing himself off the step he walked to the vault door, placing his hands on the wheel that opened and locked the vault. He paused for a moment before he caved and unlocked the vault door, opening it just enough to step inside and he closed it behind him, not wanting to risk her getting out. A text that Natalia received, read and made a mental note of. She also told Bobby of what Sam has done.

Pulling out his phone, he checked for signal which he luckily still had enough of and gave Natalia the text to say he was in the vault with Annabeth and had the door locked, so he would need letting out from the outside when he was ready step out for a breather. He then put his phone in his pocket and walked over to Annabeth, squatting down in front of her, placing his hand delicately on her arm to try and calm her.

"I'm so sorry, you have no idea how much I'd rather not do this but it's the only way to get you clean of the demon blood. It will try to make things worse for you but it will get easier." he told her softly, hoping that his every carefully chosen tone and words would help her to calm down and accept what was needed of her.

"But it hopefully won't last long, and when you're better and free of the demon blood, you can come out. Right now though, we can't risk you running rampant trying to kill Cason and going missing because you're hungry for demon" he told her more.

Bobby stood from his chair after receiving the news of Sam entering the vault, and sighed. The music outside had completely died out, which caused him a bit of relief, but as he looked across the lot, he only saw Cason walking away from Esme.

Cason walked back up to the house, his head hung low in embarrassment, only to find Bobby Singer standing by the doorway. Cason stopped on the porch, and stomped a foot as he stopped, cocking his hips to one side at Bobby’s stance, “What? Are you going to sing to me too, old man?”

Bobby scoffed, and shook his head, “Nah. I just think you’re gonna have to learn when to leave well enough alone…”

“Oh. That…”, Cason started, before Bobby raised a hand at him, stopping his words.

“Music or not, this was going to come to a head eventually. I’ve fought tooth and nail to try and bury it for those two in the garage’s sake…and then by some strange twist of fate, she shows up.”, he gestured toward Esme, and Cason sighed, “What do you know?”

“Not much, honestly. I know that Dean Winchester was watched, for a while…by an elite group. They expected to find Mika with him, and use her against him. But when they showed up, they found a pretty…blonde…”, Cason explained, and Bobby nodded, bowing his head a bit.

“There was a nasty break up, several years back. I’m not gonna tell all my nieces business, but that girl out there on that hood…she was the one who saved Dean, from himself. I’ve never seen the kid so beat down, in my life, than when he CHOSE to walk away from this house…”, Bobby explained again, “I thought the kid was gonna eat a bullet any day, and one day he called me…happy tone, sober, and I had high hopes that even though he wasn’t gonna end up an official part of my family, he would get out.”

As Bobby paused, Cason tilted his head to the side in confusion, slowly realizing that THE Dean Winchester almost quit hunting all together, by his own decision.

“So you get it. You get what the hang up is…why this is happening?”, Bobby asked, empathy in his voice. He felt a bit sorry for all parties, including Cason. Cason nodded, stepping into the house.

“I don’t have to like it…”, Cason whispered, as he passed Bobby, and to his surprise, Bobby gave him a supportive pat on the back as he passed.



Dean continued his assault on Mika’s lips, he too terrified to pull away from her. With the way things were going, he either had a lot of explaining to do, or she was going to run from him, which he couldn’t blame her for, after what he did to her, in order for this whole situation to arise with Esme.

He had avoided her like the plague, but checked in on her with Bobby at odd times, just to see how things were going. Hearing that she was still with Ethan after what had happened only caused him to feel validated in leaving, and staying with Esme, possibly with some permanence. A few incidents of recklessness on his part, and he had considered quitting hunter.

Pushing the thoughts aside, he lifted Mika from the ground, pulling her legs around his hips and walking her over to the hood of the Impala, where he laid her down roughly, and trailed kisses down her chin, onto her throat and collar bone.

The sound of a door opening caught his ears, and Bobby clearing his throat caused Dean to break from his assault, lifting his head to look at Bobby.

“Um…I was just coming to check and see if everyone was still alive out here. Obviously, all is good?”, Bobby started. Dean turned back to Mika and simply dropped his forehead to her chest with a sigh, “O-kay then, um…with everything going on, I feel like it might be a good idea for you guys to all spend some time together…out…away…”

Dean sighed and looked back up at Bobby, narrowing his eyes, “I don’t know if that’s…”

“I’m not asking…”, Bobby muttered sternly, waving his hand around for emphasis, “I’m going to work on some things with Cason, see if we can’t figure out what the hell is going on with all the singing. In the meantime…I need some quiet. Too many damn people in this house. Sam can babysit the girl. But the rest of ya….out.”

Dean sighed again, and lifted himself off Mika, tapping her calf to release himself from her legs and placed his hands on his hips, “I figure we could all survive drinks. Where’s…”

He stopped his words, afraid to say her name in front of Mika, but needed to know where Esme was, if she was going with them, “Where’s Esme?”

“Right where you left her. Now, git…go.”

Dean moved his eyes to Mika’s, pleading with her with his gaze.



Anna instantly felt the calm rush over her as the blood in her brain started to quiet, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes at Sam’s touch. She reached one of her shackled hands toward him, causing the chain to cling loudly against the table, stopping her from reaching his hands. She sighed and simply sat them against her knees again as she watched him, and listened to his words.

She knew that the blood was making her violent, and that there was something about it that made her stronger, and made her powers flare in explosive ways. She thought about the idea of her running around and killing demons at random, or possibly killing Cason, after he kept her safe for so long. The thought caused her to grimace and she nodded to Sam.

“I know. I just smell it…I can’t get away from it. It’s still wet on the back of my head, and there’s no escape…”, he whispered, barely lifting her chin from her legs as she spoke to him. She held up her bloodied wrists, still cuffed to the table and closed her eyes before asking, “Can I at least touch you? I would never hurt you…”

After Cason left and went back to the porch, Esme climbed back onto the hood of her car and laid back staring up at the stars above. She breathed in the cool night air as she tried to get her mind to clear. As she laid there, she thought about what had gone on during the day, but mostly about all the singing going on. She was still trying to figure out what could get a group of people to sing to each other and express deeply hidden feelings. Frustration soon took over her. She ran her hands through her hair, then down her face. She sat up and slid off the hood of her car and walked to the trunk.

Pulling her keys from her pocket, she unlocked it and opened it. Moving things around, she lifted the piece that hid all her weapons from view, then pulled her gun from her pants. She held it out in front of her in the palm of her right hand, then brushed the wolf carved on it with her left, sighing heavily. She then released the clip and reloaded it. She still hadn’t done that from when they were overrun with the demons. When she had finished, she tucked her gun back into the back of her pants and pulled her shirt down over it. Closing the trunk, she walked around the car to the passenger side door and opened it.

She then opened the glove box and pulled out a journal. Closing the glove box and the car door, she went back and sat on the hood of her car. Esme looked down at the journal, squeezing it as she closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. She hadn’t pulled it out and looked at it in a long time. Opening her eyes, she opened the journal and scanned the pages to see if she could find anything that would help them out of this situation. She hoped her parents' journal would describe a case that was similar to what they were going through, whether they had experienced it or knew someone that had.

“Vampires. Werewolves. Skinwalkers. Hellhounds. Demons. Shapeshifters. Changelings. Wendigos.” she read the names of creatures as she flipped through the pages. “Come on, there has to be something in here that can help.” she mumbled. Esme continued to flip through the pages of the journal, hoping to find at least a little piece of information that would lead them in the right direction.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Nat couldn't help but listen to the conversation between Bobby and Cason, it piquing her interest when Bobby alluded to knowing something about Dean and Esme whilst alluding that whatever it was he was alluding to, it included keeping it from Mika as much as possible, which honestly surprised her as she didn't think there was anything Bobby would do to keep something from his niece, whom he loved dearly.

She listened to what Cason knew of the past and she didn't like the idea that demons were going to use Mika against him, already easily guessing the kinds of things they would do to the woman she actually respected, to break down her brother. She listened as Bobby explained how there was a particularly nasty break up between Dean and Mika a few years back that resulted in them going their separate ways for a long time. She knew they didn't see each other a long time, but she didn't know the full story. Yet hearing that it was Esme who Dean ende dup with and not just had a fling with, but actually came close to leaving the hunting world to settle down with her shocked Natalia to her core.

She couldn't stop her eyes from going wide and her eyebrows raising high into her forehead. 'no wonder Meeko is so full of anxiety over Esme and Dean...she probably thinks this will be another end for them' she thought to herself, realising that if Mika didn't know Esme was that person that Dean almost settled down with, then that was a bloody good reason for having kept it from her all this time. Yet at the same time, she was thankful that they got back together but it did make her wonder what Mika did in all that time. Did she move on with anyone or did she remain single that entire time?

She also wondered if now they were back together again, would Dean and Mika still want out of the hunting life, and this time together. So many questions rang through her mind as she tried to forget what she heard. She just hoped that if this came out, and it undoubtedly will at some point if what was going on, was anything to go by. Then how was Mika going to react? She just hoped that Mika wouldn't lose it completely.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Dean's assault on her lips was all too familiar. There was no doubt guilt driving this make out session, she felt within him but she was far too scared to pull away and question him about it. She was terrified that whatever it was it would make her be the one to leave him this time and not the other way round. She was desperate to do anything to keep him in her life, yet that fear of whatever it was would break them apart still remained deep inside her heart.

As he lifted her up, she gladly wrapped her legs around his hips, linking her feet together by her ankles to keep ahold of him as he walked and placed her roughly down on the hood of his impala, making her close her already closed eyes even tighter as her back hit the metal of the hood. With his kisses trailing down her chin and neck, her head instinctively tilted back, exposing her neck to him so much more, as he reached her collarbone, kissing roughly in all the right places that always made her head spin.

She was so ready to go further with him when the door opening and Bobby coming out completely shook her out of the moment, sighing and resting her head down. She lifted her hand and ran it through her hair to brush it up and back as she turned her head to look at her uncle as he spoke what he thought. At her uncle's insistance they all went out, she really didn't agree with the idea but she knew when he got this way, there was no changing the man's mind.

At Dean's retreat and tapping of her calves, she released him from her legs by unwrapping them from his hips and scooted into an upright position so she could get off the hood of his car properly. Perching on the edge of the hood, her feet very much back on the ground she looked down at her lap as Dean asked where Esme was, knowing why he was asking but that didn't mean she liked it. In her eyes, going out to a bar all together was just asking for trouble, but then again... Bobby's wasn't proving all that safe either from whatever was making them all sing.

As Bobby gave his answer, she looked up, both hands brushing her hair back, as they then rested on her shoulders. Looking back at Dean she saw the pleading eyes that nearly always made her back down. She couldn't say much, instead just shrugged at him, standing up and shoving her hands into her jeans pockets. "Guess we're all going out then...." she muttered at him quietly, not wanting to but she had to try and stay in the same vacinity as Dean and Esme.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam saw how Annabeth was desperate to touch him but was thankful that she was being much much calmer when talking to him this time round. He listened to what she was saying and sighed, honestly feeling great sympathy and empathy for the girl. She didn't deserve to have this shoved onto her, it wasn't fair when all she wanted was a normal life once. He could see how the thought of hurting Cason again when he did infact keep her safe all these years effected her, seeing the visible grimace that came over her. He didn't want to be thankful toward a demon for anything, but in this instance he was thankful for Cason keeping her safe, as it was clear that when she was just with Cason, she was off Alistair's radar.

Sighing at her request, he squatted down right in front of her and uncuffed one of her hands, but made sure one was still cuffed to the table, deciding that it was best to be careful and not take any risks, even though there was no way to open the vault from the inside. With one of her hands uncuffed, he held it, knowing she desperately needed to be cleaned up. "let me text Nat to bring down some stuff to get you cleaned up yeah?" he suggested, knowing it would be best if she could be pulled from the remaining demon blood as much as possible.

So he did exactly that, he pulled out his phone and gave Nat another text asking for a bowl of warm water and some cloths and towels so he could help Annabeth clean up. It took a mere minute until he got a reply to say she would be right down with what he wants.

Around five minutes later, Natalia was downstairs and rapping on the vault door to let them know she was down there, before she opened the door, placed the stuff requested just inside then stood back up and looked at them. "Bobby wants the rest of us out of the house for a bit. SO if you need something give him a text okay? if you really need me or Dean, well..you know to just call" she told her other brother.

"Thanks Nat" Sam simply replied as Nat then nodded, closed the vault door again and headed upstairs. She then walked outside toward Esme's car where she saw her still there and reading a journal. Instead of interrupting her too much, she waited for Dean and Mika to show themselves. This was going to be one interesting night....

Dean sighed, running his eyes all the way from Mika, across the garage, and then with a start, stepped away from her completely, walking across the lot toward where he left Esme. He was almost afraid to confront her again, but Bobby made it clear that he wanted everyone out of the house, other than the Sam and Cason, for a bit.

His heart leapt into his throat as she appeared in his sight, his feet hesitating against the gravel. Seeing her sitting on the hood of her car, her head buried in her journal brought up a lot of memories, once again, and he wasn’t sure why all of this was coming forward, now. Maybe it was because they were finally in a safe place together, or the fact that they had all almost died, and emotions were heightened. Either way, he felt like they were just meeting, again, after all this time, and he couldn’t deny that he still had love for her. He tried to find the words to approach her with as he continued forward, and eventually just settled upon a simple, “Hey…”

“Um…Bobby wants some alone time with the books, and has asked us all to leave. You too.”, he started, before kicking a couple of rocks and placing his hands on his hips to keep from touching her, in hopes of calming himself down. His hand shivered at the effort, “I can come with you to get a hotel, if you need me, or you can…come…to the bar with us? Mika will have Nat to keep her away from you, and I’ll…I’ll be there too. But, what to you say?”

He felt horrible at how the song had gone, and wanted to apologize directly, but he had to keep check of his emotions, or he was afraid a song might strike again. Reaching his hand out, he placed it gently on her knee and breathed a sigh of relief almost instantly, closing his eyes, “I’ll buy you your first drink…”



Bobby stepped back into the house, as soon as he had confirmed with them that he wanted them to leave. He sighed loudly as he approached Cason, who was perched back on the couch, his eye now completely healed, other than some bad scarring around it. Bobby kicked at his feet, as he walked by and picked up a bottle of whiskey from the table, “Wanna get this party started? Start somewhere with love spells, blood magic, or things to do with wrecking relationships…like an anti-cupid.”

Cason’s head popped up at the term, and he glanced over at Bobby with a smile on his face, “Do you have an angel classification book? Say…1850?”

Bobby poured two glasses of whiskey, and pointed at Cason, “I’m starting to like you, boy. Let me dig…”

Cason smiled as if his father had told him he did a good job with something, taking his glass of whiskey from Bobby’s outstretched arm, as Bobby stepped over toward Natalia, “I don’t know if you heard what I said, out there to your brother, but we have a case right here looming over our heads. I need some time to work with our resident angel expert, in there.”

He gestured toward Cason, who was kicking back his glass of whiskey and fiddling with things on Bobby’s desk carefully, drawing his hand back as a bit of steam hissed from his fingers at the random salt Bobby had spread across everything. Bobby rolled his eyes, “So, use my tab at Rusty’s and you all go out. Get some fresh air. Try to get along, and keep an eye on those three for me until I have an answer?”

He heard her phone buzz and simply nodded to her with a soft fatherly smile. He patted her arm and turned back to go help Cason, and hopefully keep him out of his desk.



Anna pulled her wrist happily from the handcuff, but didn’t complain at having the other locked to the table. It didn’t hurt, if she didn’t fight against it. She fumbled for his hand, not even massaging her cut up wrist. Instead, she chose to just hold him.

When he agreed to help her clean up the demon blood that still covered her body, she nodded and her eyes lit up with hope, leaning her forehead against the top of his hand, pulling it to sit on top of her knee as he texted Nat.

When Nat arrived in the vault, Anna’s face perked up, staring at the hall outside the vault briefly, and then up at Nat, “Thank you…”

As she muttered the words, Nat closed the door,, and Anna’s face came back to look at Sam, happy that he didn’t seem to have been harmed in all the chaos. He was clean, for the most part, and it was the first time she had gotten a good look at him, “Thank you for coming down here, Sam. I’m so sorry that you’re dealing with all of this with me. It must be insane to see all of this blood…and…you must think I’m a monster.”

She dropped her eyes back down to their hands, squeezing his, as she wanted to remember what his skin felt like, if anything happened during her detox. She then looked down at her body.

“Not to sound weird, but…I’m probably going to have to get out of these clothes, and I’m locked up. So, I’m going to need help.”, she whispered nervously, not wanting to sound as if she was trying to just take advantage of him.

Esme was so engrossed in the journal and determined to find answers, she didn’t hear Natalia’s feet on the gravel and walking towards her car. As she continued to flip through the pages, she ran a hand through her hair in frustration yet again. It was looking as if her parents had never dealt with anything like this before or even heard of it ever happening. She closed her eyes briefly to collect herself. Her emotions were still high, and it was easy for her to lose herself in them. When she opened her eyes, she went back to scanning the pages within the journal, mostly to keep her mind occupied at that moment.

She couldn’t let her mind dwell on Dean singing to her and how he had sung to her. She couldn’t let her mind dwell on how the song had brought out the Dean she had known those years ago or let her mind travel down memory lane. If she let herself do that, it would be all the harder for her to stay as he had asked her to. She already felt like the odd one out and she knew Mika didn’t care for her being around. She could feel it whenever she was near. She couldn’t blame her, though. Mika and Dean had a strong relationship. She had just gotten him back from Hell and now she had another woman drop in from nowhere that knew Dean.

Esme would feel the same if she were in Mika’s shoes. Yes, she still had feelings for him. They hadn’t changed since the day she had left, but she had no plans to steal him from Mika. She wasn’t that type of person and she couldn’t do that to them. She still questioned herself about why she was still here, even though she knew the answer. She never could say no when he looked at her with his pleading eyes. It was one of her weaknesses with him. Dean’s voice pulled Esme from the journal, causing her to exhale from her nose. Closing the journal, she laid it on her lap and slightly squeezed it as she looked down at it as he spoke.

She was almost afraid to look at him because of emotions being so heightened, but she did when he mentioned going with her to get a hotel if she needed him or going to the bar with him, Mika, and Natalia. Esme watched Dean as he stood there, noticing his hand shiver at the effort to keep from touching her. She sighed heavily and looked down at the journal, squeezing it harder, causing her knuckles to go white as she thought about what he asked. She flinched slightly when he placed his hand on her knee, fearing his touch would cause another song to start, but relaxed a little when things remained silent.

“I…. I don’t know, Dean.” she mumbled, looking at his hand on her knee. She wanted to place her own hand on his, but forced herself not to. “I mean……” she sighed, closing her eyes tight. “With everything that's gone the past couple of days I could really use a drink.” She shook her head to rid her mind of the thoughts trying to creep in, then opened her eyes and looked at him. “But I don’t want to……” Sighing again she looked away from him and back down at the journal. “To be the cause for trouble. I know being here is causing stress and I’m sorry for that.” Esme looked up and out across the junkyard.

“I never expected to find myself here after hearing about your….” she couldn’t say the last word, it was too painful. It was gut wrenching when she first heard about it. Setting the journal on the hood, then slid off the hood and took a few steps before turning around to face Dean. She tried to make her face and eyes unreadable, but she knew he'd see through it like he used to and see how hard this was for her. He could always read her no matter how hard she tried to hide it. “I’ll stay if you really want me to, but…… If things become strained I…… Won’t be able to.” She wanted to see this through, to figure out what was causing them to randomly sing and stop it, but she still felt obligated to leave.

MIKA CHAMBERS

As Dean looked from her, took a step back and then gave himself a head start on her to go to Esme she sighed to herself, staring down at the gravel and kicked a few pebbles across the ground before slowly making her way round to where Esme's car was that was with most of their cars round the front.

Getting there, she walked over to Natalia, deciding to keep as much of a distance as possible from Esme and yet she couldn't help out the corner of her glance over at both Dean and Esme, seeing how Dean was really trying to not touch Esme, but that didn't last all that long. She also couldn't help but listen in on their conversation and selfishly she was hoping Esme would say she'd go to the hotel, even if she didn't like the idea of Dean taking her there, but unfortunately for her, Esme decided to come to the bar with them for drinks.

Mika hoped to anything in the universe that things wouldn't go south and things would be okay, but it seemed whatever would listen to her hated her right now and was prepared to put her through as much heartbreak as possible. She wished Bobby wasn't insisting she went to the bar with them, part of her just wanting to be out of the tension fuelled situation and be in her room on her own, but like with the other hope she had, Bobby didn't allow that either.

When it seemed there was a big enough gap in Dean and Esme's conversation, she spoke up without looking up at either of them, "We should uhh, get moving. Rusty's can get packed quickly" she said just about loud enough for them both to hear her. She didn't want to (but no guarantees) get drunk so she made the decision to drive, "I'll drive, if anyone wishes to come in my car with me I guess you can" she offered, trying to be polite despite how she felt about the situation.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Before Natalia made it outside, she listened to what Bobby told her and nodded, "I will, promise" she replied to him, patting his shoulder back as he did to her. With the items left for Sam and Annabeth as requested by Sam, she did get outside then saw Dean and Mika arrive to the car.

She watched as Dean seemed to really try and not do something wrong, and when Mika came out she noticed how the woman decided to stand next to her instead. She could see there was so much going on in Mika's head and how she was really trying to be civil which she had to give the woman credit for. As Mika spoke about taking her car, she really wasn't sure if it was a good idea but she hoped that it would mean Mika wouldn't get drunk and cause a scene if she knew she was driving her car.

"I'll car share with you Meeko" she told her, giving her an reassuring squeeze on the arm to which Mika reacted to with a simple nod. "What about you two? You two coming in the car? May as well, will make things easier" Nat then suggested, deciding that if they all went in the one car, she could keep an eye on all three of them, and sit between Esme and Dean, making Dean ride shotgun.

SAM WINCHESTER

Like Annabeth, he gave his nod of thanks to Natalia when she left the bowl of warm soapy water and towels. He also noticed that she left a spare tshirt and and some basic leggings for Annabeth to wear. The fact that Natalia only gave them a small smile told him that not everything was entirely okay upstairs, but it was also clear to him that she did not under any circumstance, talk about it.

With Nat leaving them be, he stood up and walked over to the stuff, bringing it over bit by bit and placing it on the table. At her comments about needing to change, he nodded and squatted back down again onto the balls of his feet, uncuffing her other hand. He then stood up and put the cuffs on the table and stepped back ever so slightly. "Do you uhh, need help or have you got this?" he asked sheepishly, not wanting to intrude if she wanted some kind of privacy, feeling more than happy to turn around and not have her feel like he was watching.

"I mean, I can uhh..I can turn around if you would rather" he tried to explain better, wonering why he was suddenly so sheepish all of a sudden.