Dean was thankful that Esme didn’t curl away from him, but rather invited his taking of her arm, like she always did when he was uncomfortable, and struggling. He needed to be near her, romantic or not, and needed the touch to keep sane as a million images rolled through his mind.

“I won’t let her attack you, or anything. Her beef is with me. I initiated everything, tonight. She knows that…”, he muttered, realizing that Esme was at least partially scared of Mika’s mental state. He couldn’t lie, he was too. He half expected to show back up at Bobby’s to more vicious and drunk violence at the hands of the love of his life. He hoped that wasn’t the case, as they hadn’t been physical in ages.

Dean heard the soft melody playing as Esme tensed up on his arm. He was just about to ask her what was going on, now, when his eyes were pinned straight forward. He couldn’t turn. He couldn’t stop walking. He could only look forward or to his feet as the music continued and Esme started singing.

It was as if she was singing to a memory of him. He felt her arm fall from his as he took in the words she was singing, swallowing hard. He wanted to turn to her as she sang, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

He still remembered the December day, just after Christmas, when she left him. Just a note, all of her things missing, no warning. He remembered her voice on the phone, as he listened to her voicemail greeting play over…and over…and over.

His breath hitched in his throat as she admitted through song that she had missed him, as well as regretted their time apart, and how she realized what she lost. He closed his eyes tightly, fighting against the force that made him move forward. Once again, Dean wanted to run to her, shut her up with anything he could, but he kept walking.

“I swear I’d love you right."

The words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he was finally able to break the trance enough to turn his body slowly, shifting his weight to one foot as the final chorus played. He swallowed heavily, and stared at her with his sad teary eyes, waiting for her to close the gap between them.

He walked backward, but then stopped in the middle of the roadway. As she approached, he stepped up to her, taking her face in both his hands, and kissed her forehead. He then pulled her into a desperately tight hug.



Bobby groaned at hearing that Mika drove back drunk, and nearly killed herself. He wasn’t all that surprised, considering how she and Dean tended to be in the midst of their many fights with one another.

“Well, you took her keys, I assume…”, Bobby sighed, looking around the room to make sure he had what he needed for a quick sober up drink for Mika, if she needed it. She would eventually be in front of him, and he would pick up the pieces of Dean’s mistakes like every other time.

“Let her have her space, if she needs it. After a good cry, I’ll sober her up…”, he muttered once more, leaning back in his chair, “You want a drink? We ain’t got much else to do, until Dean comes busting that door down.”



Cason saw cupid land on the roof, staring down at him with a gleeful smile, as the music began playing around him, “I was right! You son of a bitch…”

His eyes clicked to black, just as Mika began singing. His eyes coming back to normal out of the pure confusion on his face as she sang the lyrics to him, he glanced around him, wondering where Dean Winchester was, in all of this.

“Mika…wait a second. Mika, please. Dean is on his wa-“, Cason shook his head, holding his hands out to her as she approached him. If he had learned anything about tonight, it was to take the song at face value. She wanted to have sex with him…hard. He gulped as her hands grabbed his jacket, pulling him to her.

“Mika. This is a horrible idea…”, he whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers as she kept singing, and his chest tightened. He landed harshly against the leather back seat, looking up at her with a terrified but turned on look as she crawled onto his lap. Seeing that he was fighting back, Cupid snapped his fingers, forcing Cason to run his hands up her thighs and to the button of her jeans, before sitting up and kissing down her neck, onto her collar bone as she removed his jacket.

He pulled away from her with a gasp as she whipped his shirt over his head, “Holy shit…Dean Winchester is going to kill me…”

He kissed her hungrily back, his fingers making quick work of her jacket and shirt. At least if he was going to die, he could get off with someone who seemed to want him badly.

The windows of the pretty blue Impala fogged quickly as Cupid smiled, satisfied at the situation, although he had a pang in the pit of his stomach that said this was all wrong. Was he wrong?



“At least now you have someone who understands what you’re going through. I’m not judging you. I would do it all over again, if it meant keeping you safe. All of you.”, she whispered, leaning against his hand.

“But, I’m scared for you, and I’m scared to lose you, at this point. I wish I had never left you, all those years ago. I didn’t go with my gut, and I’ve missed you every day since that day…believe it or not.”, she explained, bringing a hand up to place it over the back of his hand on her face.

“The fact that you trusted me enough to come down here tells me everything I need to know.”, she leaned her face up close to his, now that the demon blood was cleared, and pressed her lips against his gently, letting the kiss linger with a sigh.

Esme was so focused on the ground ahead of her, she hadn’t realized Dean had turned around and stopped until he stepped up to her, causing her to stop. She lifted her head just as he took her face in his hands, his sad teary eyes hitting her hard as he kissed her forehead. When he pulled her into a hug, she almost melted into it, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. After a little time, she turned her head, resting the side of her face against his chest with a deep, shaky breath. “I…. I’m so…...sorry, Dean.” she mumbled as she closed her eyes.

She knew a few words from her song had hit him rather hard. She felt it as soon as she had said them and wished they had never left her mouth. She gripped his jacket tightly as she felt the pain building up in her chest again. She still couldn’t stop the shaking from taking over her body, brought on by their combined emotions and from fighting against the influences of the song. “I’ve…… Done it again. I’ve…...” She trailed off when a violent shiver overtook her followed by a muffled whimper. She took in a shaky breath as she clung to him, waiting for another to overtake her form, and it soon did, making her close her eyes tightly as she gripped Dean’s jacket and whimpered.

Esme tried to concentrate on other things, like Dean’s breathing and heartbeat, the way he held her tight, her own breathing, and the surrounding sounds to try and calm herself. Eventually, her shaking died down to a small tremble and she loosened her grip on his jacket but not her tight hug, when she knew she wouldn’t shake violently again. She finally opened her eyes, wanting to say something, but couldn’t find the words to say anything at that moment. Her mind felt blank and somewhat clouded. All she could do was sigh softly and continue to hug him tight as he hugged her tight.

Though her mind drifted back to Mika and how upset the woman was at what she walked up on, she couldn’t blame her, though. Esme hoped Dean and the others could defuse this situation with Mika before it got any more out of hand. Everything about this night had been bazaar and needed to find the cause of it all soon for all of their sakes.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Nat knew that Bobby wouldn't like what she told him, but she was hardly going to keep it from him. She was a favourite for a reason! "Bobby please...of course I took her keys" she smiled sadly as she held up the car keys to show him. Mika's keyring of a little metal book clearly showing as they hung from Nat's finger via the ring part. She knew Bobby would believe her, but she always did the whole show and tell anyway, it's just who she was.

She nodded her agreement at what he muttered about leaving her be for the time being, for once barely noticing that there was the dreaded music playing outside. She figured it was the remaining alcohol in her system and the fact she was still coming down from nearly being killed by the one woman she respected highly. "Oh I fully intend on giving her some space, and I definitely need a drink after nearly being killed by the woman" she said back to him, a sad smirk upon her lips.

Walking over to Bobby's desk, she sat on the couch next to it, putting her feet up on the coffee table and sighing, running her right hand through her hair, leaving it on the side of her head. "It started off so well believe it or not. We all actually got on for a change. Then whatever is making them lot sing reared it's invisible head and it all went to shit" she explained. "I'm telling ya Bobby, those three are making me more and more glad I'm happy being single by the minute" she darkly joked.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Despite Cason's pleas for her to stop but Mika couldn't no matter how much her rational side of her brain wanted to. She knew Dean will be unbelievably pissed off if he found out about this, hell, he'd no doubt suddenly be posessive over her again like a damn yo-yo and would try and murder Cason, but right now, all she could do is follow the pulls that kept her needing Cason.

As he kissed her neck and ran his hands up her thighs, she kept singing the lyrics to song, "I'm on the very top floor, room 1334, There's a king sized bed, we can do it on the floor, turn your cellphone off, leave a sign on the door, that says 'do not disturb, do not disturb'". She couldn't even reply to Cason when he said Dean was going to kill him, instead just shrugged off her jacket down her arms as he pulled it off of her, letting it fall to the floor of the car just as she also did with her top (despite never liking anyone touching her bare back other than Dean), then kicking off her jeans as he went for the button and fell to the trance work of Cupid himself.

With the windows of the blue impala fogging up, she found she couldn't even sing the lyrics anymore as Cason's actions spurred her on all the more. Before she knew it she was having Cason completely undressed, as he was with her and with the fogging of the windows, she was cheating on Dean in a trance and drunken state, a state that made her enjoy every touch Cason gave her....

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After a little while, Mika suddenly snapped out of the trance, but was well aware she was still drunk a bit as she felt the alcohol making her mind swim and sway. She almost fogotten who she was laying with until she looked up and quickly scrambling upright making sure not to whack her head on the roof of the car. "Shit....shit shit shit shit shit" she repeatedly frantically, looking for her clothes and rapidly grabbing them to pull them on, making sure to grab her top first, not wanting Cason to see her back now they weren't stuck in a trance.

Yet due to her angle, he would see it anyway as her top got pulled down her back. She pulled on her jeans and boots before running her hands through her hair to make it less messy. "Cason I...I'm so sorry....shit! I should never have brought you into my mess with Dean like this.." she apologised wholeheartedly, whilst also scolding herself.

"I'm gon-na...go inside..." she stammered to him, opening the car door and stepping out. She felt absolutely guilt ridden at what she did and knew if she was ever to make amends she'd have to tell Dean, but that also meant trying to stop Dean from killing Cason.

SAM WINCHESTER

He smiled fondly at her as she leaned into his hand and whispered what she did. It was like looking at the kid who talked him into running away and just relaxing all those years ago. She was stubborn then, refusing to go back to the motel with them, and it seemed like the fact she still wished she hadn't of refused to go with them even now, that that stubbornness was still there.

"Don't be sorry for past actions Anna. You did what you thought was right for you at the time, just like when I agreed to run off with you that night. I do believe it because I've missed you since that day also and there have been many times when I've wondered if you survived all these years" he told her back, keeping his tone soft and fond.

He smiled at her last words before he felt her lips on his, he gladly kissed her back just as gently, wanting her to feel safe with him. His hands moving from round her waist to the sides of her face.

Dean held her tighter with every shiver of her body, stroking the back of her hair lovingly, “Shhh. Just breathe…”

He whispered the words against her hair, just as he had done any time she had ever had moments of painful reflection near him. He was always able to calm her down, but this was intense. He pulled her as close to him as he could, “Just breathe for me baby girl…”

Dean was still fighting back his own emotions as she cried against his chest, her violent shaking tearing his heart from his chest. As she calmed, he leaned his head down, rolling it against her forehead as he took her face in his hands, “Hey. Let’s get back to the house and figure out where we want you to stay for the night, okay? If nothing else, I’ll drive you back…”

He whispered the words, his forehead pressed against hers and then pulled away before he could make any more rash decisions. He pulled her arms from around him, wrapping her left arm in his right, and kept walking up through the front of the junkyard lot.

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As Dean walked with Esme up to the door of Bobby’s house, he sighed, not knowing what he was walking into, with Mika. He half expected her to be inside the door, waiting to ambush him with hatred and anger, but when he stepped in, he was surprised to see only Bobby and Nat sitting there.

“Where’s everyone else?”, he asked simply, mostly to Natalia, “Where’s Mika?”

He glanced up toward the kitchen, just as he saw her pass the window, and tilted his head to the side. She had left the bar nearly two hours prior. Where the hell had she been?



Bobby smirked at Nat, reaching for what he had noticed was her favorite drink of his stash. Sitting the whiskey on the table, he pulled a couple of half clean glasses from his desk, and sat them near the bottle, “Well, have at it. Your quick work tonight is why you’re my favorite, kid…”

Hearing her talk about how the night had gone from good to shit, Bobby shrugged his shoulders, glancing toward the door, “I had half expected it would happen. I didn’t want it to happen here. This is a safe place for Mika and if she was going to have her heart ripped out, I wanted it to happen away. Let’s just hope Cason finds what it is he’s looking for, and kills the damn thing…”



Cason lay against the sticky leather seat, his arms snaked around the back of his head as he caught his breath, Mika against his side. He looked down at her, just in time for her to realize what she had done and like clockwork, scramble away from him, “Relax! Relax…Mika…”

He reached out, his fingers almost touching the scars on her back as he traced them beneath her tattoo. As she dressed, he sighed, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt on over his torso, trying to catch up to her pace. Cason grabbed his jeans from the floor of the car, and with some effort pulled them on as she apologized, “…he can never know about us. He’ll kill me, and you’ll never see him again.”

He warned her, knowing that the last sentence would mean more to her than the first, as he pulled his boots onto his feet and followed her out of the car, his jacket still on the floor of the back seat. He closed the car door behind him and followed her, but hesitated to follow her into the house, not wanting to be too close to her when they caught up with the voice he could hear inside, through the kitchen.

“Shit. SHIT! What the hell are you gonna do now…”, he muttered to himself, kicking gravel. HIs mind went to Esme, and the intense feelings he felt every time he was around her. What would she think? How would she react? Would she be jealous? Grossed out?

He sighed and ran his hand through his messy dark hair.



Anna smiled at his words, the thought of him remembering her at random times throughout the years they had been apart caused her heart to flutter with excitement. She saw him in her sleep, every single night. Even before she knew who he was, after her temporary memory wipe, she still dreamed of his face, or at least the face she remembered.

As she kissed him, her fingers came up to trace the sides of his face, committing the feeling of his skin to memory as she did so. The fact that she could see him, after being without eyes, and now could stand in front of him without worry was an almost intoxicating thought as she pulled back from the kiss briefly, just to nuzzle her nose against his and then kissed him again, slightly more aggressively.

The longer their skin touched, the less of the effect of the demon blood she felt, and she wanted to not feel the blood in her system at all…ever again.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

The fact that Natalia felt she could just take the preferred alcohlic drink she wanted from Bobby's desk, or at least, make it obvious which one she wanted, was a real testament to how much she had been accepted into the Winchester clan over time. She smiled and nodded as he told her to help herself after he got the glasses down and once again said she was his favourite kid. "Thanks Bobby, I hold that status with great pride" she smiled back at him as she poured them both the drinks.

Just as she took the glass into her hand and took her first sip, she heard Dean and Esme arrive and sighed. She acknowledged their arrival, but still made it clear in her eyes that she was highly disappointed in him. At his question, she was about to answer when he saw Mika out the kitchen window heading toward the house. "Been sat in her car being an absolute wreck, no thanks to you" she pointed out flatly.

She genuinely didn't know that Mika had been sleeping with Cason and thought Mika had been in her car the entire time. "You know..the car she sped and almost crashed and killed us and some innocent person?" she couldn't help but add then took another sip of her drink, savouring the taste as it flowed down her throat. "And before you ask, I've got her keys so she can't drive off" she then said finally. "But Dean she is seriously hurt this time." she sighed.

MIKA CHAMBERS

When Cason's hand brushed across her tattoo covered scar she flinched and froze for a moment. She hated anyone touching them if it wasn't Dean as she didn't want people to ask about the scars or give her pity for living with them. She certainly didn't want that from a demon, even if he was attractive.

It was him saying that Dean could never know that hit her hard and it was obivous it did as she stopped for a brief moment before continuing on and stepping out of the car. She didn't even notice that Cason left his jacket in her car.

As she got closer to the house she too heard Dean's voice and once again she found herself freezing mid step for a few seconds. She saw the result of her punch on his face even from her distance and looked down at the gravel below her feet as she heard Cason freaking out.

Stepping out of sight of the window she turned to Cason, "Just remain cool, act casual. You walk in there looking skittish and he'll know something is up" she told him, even though she starting to second guess her decision of going inside herself. Was going inside really such a good idea? She hovered near the door, Dean's confused look on his face burning on her eyes as he clearly wondered what she was doing out there.

She hovered her hand over the door handle hesitating about going inside, wondering if she hesitated long enough maybe Dean would come out to her, but did she want that? She didn't know. She hated being scared of going into her own home, her safe place.

SAM WINCHESTER

He smiled as she broke away from the kiss and nuzzled his nose with her own. The action felt so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time and quite frankly, he revelled in it. He kissed her back again as she did, matching her kiss as he held her face to his the entire time.

He didn't want to let her go and he knew even though the muffled noises of voices could be heard upstairs, telling him that the group had come back from the bar, no one was bound to be coming down to check on them for a little while. He didn't know that anything had gone down between the others in their group, and if he was honest with himself, he really didn't care in this brief moment that something did happen.

He was too mentally and physically wrapped up in Anna being back in his life that she was all he wanted to care about. He let his hands travel down to her neck, to her shoulders and arms then down further so he could lift her up and hold her to him closer.

Esme had listened to Dean’s voice as she tried to calm her down, him calling her baby girl replayed in her thoughts. She remembered him holding her like this and stroking hair whenever she would have moments of painful reflection. After she had calmed and he took her face in his hands and rolled his head against her forehead, she looked into his face as he pressed his forehead against hers. “Alright, sounds like a plan.” she whispered as he pulled back. She watched him as he pulled her arms from around him, which she didn’t fight, then wrapped her left arm around his. As they walked, she held onto his arm, almost leaning into him for comfort.
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When they reached the house, she almost sighed at the same time Dean did. Like Dean, she was waiting for Mika to pop out and ambush Dean, or even her, from the night's events as they walked into the house. She looked around the house, only seeing Bobby and Natalia inside. She relaxed a bit, realizing Mika wasn’t inside the house, but wondered where she was. After Dean asked his questions, she followed his gaze and saw Mika pass by the window in the kitchen. She couldn’t help but wonder about her, since she left them a while ago. She looked at Natalia, seeing the disappointment in her eyes, and listened to her words.

They hit her hard. Even though Dean had told her that this was on him, she still felt like she played a major part in all of it. If she hadn't followed Natalia from the hotel she met her in and showed up at the motel where they had all met up, none of this would have happened. She would still be on the road on her own, thinking Dean was dead, but they would be fine and Mika wouldn’t have to worry about her coming between her and Dean. She sighed inwardly at the thought as it played out in her mind.

Dean clenched his jaw at his sister’s smartass remark. He deserved it and he knew he did, but that didn’t make it any easier to hear from Nat of all people. He glanced down at her face and glared at her, “You don’t have to tell me that. I’ve been with her to some degree for the last fifteen years. I know her better than anyone…I need to talk to her. I can convince her to…”

Bobby sighed and sat his glass roughly on the coffee table, standing from the chair, and stepping up to Dean menacingly, “You let her have her space. If…and that’s an if…she decides to talk to you, that’s her choice. It’s not like you’ve never been a stupid dickhead before, like this, Dean.”

Dean flinched at Bobby’s words, watching his father figure’s eyes as he tore into him. His eyes turned from Bobby’s face to the window of the kitchen, seeing Mika and Cason both standing there, “No.”

“What the hell do you mean, no?”, Bobby snapped.

“I mean no, Bobby. Things are good, with us. Things have been good! I’m not going to sit back like the rest of you and let whatever this thing is win! Whatever this is, it ends tonight…”, Dean snapped back at Bobby, staring him down for a brief second and then stepping away from him to stomp through the kitchen.

“Dean…”, Bobby called after him, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, “And around and around we go…”

Dean stepped up to the back door, opening it and stepping through the light weight metal, standing in front of Mika. Tears almost immediately pricked the corners of his eyes as he watched her face, “Talk to me…please?”



Cason stood close to Mika’s back as she turned to him. He nodded his head quickly, knowing that she was right. Dean was incredibly good at reading people. The nervous pit in his stomach knew that there was a really good chance that he would find out either way.

As Dean came through the back door, Cason’s breath stopped in his chest, taking all of his will power to not let his eyes turn black from the panic in his chest. There was the man who was likely going to kill him, brutally. The great torturer of Hell, Dean Winchester…great…

He raised his eyes to the window, and stared at Esme, just standing there. She was so beautiful. And that’s when the guilty feeling in his stomach felt different. It tasted different. He had poured his heart out to the poor girl, and now, he was complicating her life even more.

Cason almost wanted to tell her the truth, but as close as she was to Dean, it was a horrible idea. But he needed to touch her. He pushed carefully past Mika, and then around Dean’s back and stepped through the door of the house. Closing the gap between himself and Esme, he reached out and carefully picked one of her hands up, kissing her knuckles.

“I heard what happened…”, he whispered, glancing up to meet her eyes.



Anna smiled against his lips as they kissed each other. The familiar urgency was exciting, and although he was taller, he was just Sam. Feeling his hands pulling her close to him, she sighed and pushed slightly against his chest, to turn him back toward the small bed in the room. It wasn’t the most glamorous space for them to rekindle what the had lost so many years ago as teenagers, but at the same time, neither was their last meeting place. At least the panic room had less dust and more security.

As he lifted her, she hopped up a bit and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair as she kissed him a bit rougher, biting at his bottom lip As she pulled away from the kiss briefly, his lip tightly between her teeth, she whispered, “Sit down.”

Anna knew that the others could walk in on them, but from the sounds of the conversations up stairs, they were definitely occupied. Right now, they could just be. She didn’t know if it was the demon blood spurring her on, but she felt incredibly bold, in that moment.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Nat could tell that her words hit hard with Dean and she was glad of it. He didn't have to like the words, they weren't said to be liked, they were said to drill home the severity of his actions. She listened to his words, finding that due to the amount of time he had been with Mika albeit, on and off, then he should know even more that his actions were completely and utterly wrong. THat by now he shouldn't even be thinking of kissing another woman. But that was her opinion.

She looked up when Bobby stood up and went over to Dean, seeing the highly protective uncle figure coming out for the first time in a very long time. It took a lot for Bobby to stand by his niece in Natalia's opinion so when Bobby did get like this with Dean she knew even more so how out of line Dean was. She even gave a discreet flinch at him calling Dean a dickhead whilst reminding him this wasn't the first time he had been as such to Mika.

Yet Dean cut Bobby off back, and practically yelled at him back, whilst also bringing her into it. "Now hang on!" she spoke up pissed that he was accusing them of sitting around and doing nothing to find a solution to this shitshow, but it was no use, she couldn't even finish her sentence as Dean stormed off to the kitchen door to go outside to Mika. She sighed shaking her head. "you got that right" she commented, taking another swig of her drink before herself another one. She couldn't even look at Esme in the room either, even though the girl wasn't fully to blame and was unfortunately dragged into the middle of this, but she did think Esme had to take some of the blame as she should have shoved Dean off of her, not returned the kiss.

It wasn't like she didn't know Dean was with Mika after all....

MIKA CHAMBERS

She was about to chicken out and not go through the kitchen door when the door suddenly opened before she could turn on her heels and came face to face with Dean...her Dean. She felt she could barely look at him, she didn't know how to look at him. She was hurting greatly, and to top it all off, she was feeling now great guilt for what she did even if it was technically against her own will.

Turning on her heels, she looked away from Dean and took a few steps back toward her car, anything to try and get some distance between them after Cason made a swift exit away from the two of them and into the house over to Esme. "What do you want me to say? Because last I checked it's you that has a hell of a lot to explain!" she said to him, trying her hardest not to cry out of frustration. She was so done with crying, it had caused her face to hurt.

"If you think I'm gonna apologise for punching you, think again." she told him, turning to look back at him after she said her words. "you ALWAYS do this to me! You LIED to me Dean! You told me there was NOTHING between you two! That there was no history between you and she was one person you never slept with. How can I believe anything you tell me right now!?" she ranted, the tears now falling down her face.

"Why can't you just be happy with knowing I love you!?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word 'I'. Even though she had just slept with Cason, she felt so much betrayal from Dean, even though she knew in her heart he was the only one she could ever see herself with for her entire life. He was the one she wanted to grow old with if they were ever to be that lucky. HE was the one she wanted to be an official member of her family, she didn't believe marriage as such (despite being a hopeless romantic) but she would marry Dean at the drop of a hat. She had told Bobby that plenty of times over the years.

Reaching her car again she kicked her tire hard, not caring that it would hurt her more than it would the car. In her state she'd gladly punch her hand through the window if it would fix things. But she loved her car too much to actually break a window. She then sat on the trunk, putting her head in her hands, still not realising Cason's jacket was on the back seat. She had improved on herself so much in these last few years with Dean which was a big reason why they had been so good with each other for so long, now she was beginning to think it was all for nought.

Maybe he didn't think she was good enough for him. Was he lying about loving her? Did he wish he never had come back to her? Was she just someone to use as he didn't have Esme? So much was running through her head, so much she hoped she was wrong in thinking.

SAM WINCHESTER

Sam found himself smiling into the kiss as she guided him backwards toward the makeshift bed in the vault. Flashes of the memory of them making out in the cabin on the couch coming back to his mind in rapid succession. He held her firmly in place as she wrapped her legs around him, as a soft noise came out of his mouth when she bit his bottom lip and tangled her hands into his hair.

He smiled with his eyes as she ordered him to sit down, "bossy as ever I see" he whispered to her teasingly, doing as he was told and sat down whilst making sure to be careful so Annabeth didn't fall in the process. The makeshift bed creaked under his weight, telling him it wasn't a new one of Bobby's but he didn't care for that at the moment, he just hoped that it didn't make too much noise as things rapidly got heated between them.

For Sam he didn't know if it was the fact they were truly alone again after so many years that was spurring him on or if it was the fact that there was a risk of one of the others coming down and catching them that spurred him on, but either way he was welcoming it. It was a rush he hadn't truly felt since Jessica.

He kissed her once more roughly and hungrily as he then pulled off the clean top she had only just put on then held her close to him once again...

Esme hung back while Dean and Bobby talked, not really paying attention to what they said for still being in her thoughts. Though she could feel the emotions radiating off of them, she could feel them through the entire house. She sighed inwardly once again as she stood there. If she was honest with herself, she would much rather be out on the front porch than inside the house. She could feel far less while outside and could actually relax a little, but being in the house, she felt like she couldn’t relax at all without fear of being overwhelmed again. When Dean walked away and stomped through the kitchen, she watched him till he was out of sight, then averted her gaze to a wall and stared at it.

She mentally kicked herself for staying so long and for kissing him back at the bar. She knew she should have pushed him back and not have returned his kiss, but she couldn’t fight against it as if her actions weren’t her own. She knew that her returning his kiss had only made things worse, but there was nothing she could do about it now. It happened and Mika and Natalia saw. Esme was about to turn and head to either the couch or the porch when Cason seemed to appear out of nowhere and take her hand, then kissed her knuckles and spoke. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions, mostly pain, sorrow, and guilt.

“Don’t remind me.” she mumbled with a heavy sigh. She looked at her hand he still held and gently pulled it from his hand, then tucked both of hands into the pockets of her jacket. She really didn’t want to be touched at that moment, for it only seemed to amplify her emotions and those of the others. She had hit the point where she wished she couldn’t feel a damn thing. She just wanted to be numb to everything around her. She couldn’t stop the flashes of her and Dean singing to each other from flooding her mind once again. Shaking them from her head, she looked back at Cason briefly before looking at the front door.

“I can’t stay in here. I need to get outside so I can breathe.” she mumbled. Without waiting for a response from him, she gently made her way around him and out the door to the porch. Esme then sat down on the steps, closed her eyes and took a long deep breath of the cool air through her nose, then slowly let it out through her mouth. She was hoping it would have more of an effect, but it didn’t. She still felt the same as she did before. Opening her eyes, she looked out over the junkyard, waiting for Cason to walk out and join her like he had before. By now, she knew he wouldn’t want to leave her alone in the state she was in.

As she sat there, she brought her knees up and rested her crossed arms on them as she leaned forward. It was then, she saw Sarah and Violet walking up from the distance. She gave a small weak smile to both of them when they reached the porch. “Hey girls.” she whispered softly to them. The two hellhounds closed the distance between them and nuzzled Esme with a small whine as she placed an arm around each of them and laid her head against theirs. She couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped her at the sudden relief she felt with them near. It was strange how everything seemed to be drowned out by their presence, she couldn’t feel all the emotions bearing down on her from everyone in the house, she could breathe and actually fully relax for once that night.

Esme breathed in deeply, feeling herself relaxing more and more with them being close and blocking everything from reaching her. “Please stay close. You two are helping in blocking out everything I'm feeling.” she whispered to them so only they could hear. Esme lifted her head as they nuzzled her again and moved around her into more comfortable positions and curled around her protectively. She then placed her elbows on her knees, rested her chin in her hands, closed her eyes and let out a breath through her nose. Now relaxing, she could feel just how mentally and physically exhausted she was from everything.

She felt like she was in a protective bubble with the two hounds curled around her. Never in a million years did she think she’d be so grateful to have hellhounds around. After a little time, Esme opened her eyes and looked out at her car in the distance, taking in how the moonlight played with the color of the paint. “I never should have followed Natalia and stayed as long as I have.” she whispered as she sank into the comfort of the hounds. “I don’t even know why I’m still here.” In the back of her mind, she knew why she was here, it was because Dean had begged her to stay and she told him she would stay.

Dean’s eyes went wide with a mixture of anger and surprise at how quickly Mika exploded. He opened his mouth to speak after her first set of words, but quickly closed it as she continued.

“I deserved that…”, he whispered, when the punch to his face was mentioned. He was honestly surprised she hadn’t hit him harder, or kept hitting him, considering this wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a scene like that. He flinched as she continued, saying the words that he had worried she would say, bringing up their past, and how dishonest he could be when he was stressed.

“Mika…”, he started, flinching again at her final words, and pushing off the back step of the house to follow her, “MIKA! Stop walking. You’re not a saint either, you know! I only met her because…”

He didn’t want to bring up their last big breakup, as closed the gap between the house and her car, slowing to a creeping pace as he caught up with her and watched her climb up onto the trunk. He stepped up to her, refusing to give her space this time, as he needed her to hear him out.
Placing his hands on both sides of her face to lift her eyes to him, he nearly growled, but softened his voice as best he could.

“Let me explain what’s going on. Alright? I’ll tell you everything, but you have to listen…to me…and try to relax.”, he said to her, carefully. He pressed his forehead to hers, nuzzling his nose against hers as he started to hum their song, just breathing with her through the humming. Cupid had nothing to do with this one. It was just Dean, trying to save what little of a relationship they had been able to keep up, over the years.

As he finished the humming, his lips coming up to kiss her forehead, hoping that she was calm enough to speak to him, he narrowed his eyes. Dean’s eyes had fallen on Cason’s jacket draped over the back of the passenger seat, through the back window, which was still fogged around the corners.

“That’s not mine…”, he muttered against her forehead, before taking a step back from her, just studying her face, “Mika that’s not mine. I recognize that jacket…”



Cason threw his hands up as Esme pulled her hands from him and stepped away. He wanted to follow her, but knew that if he did, it might just start the singing back up, which none of them could handle, at this point. So, he did what he knew how to do.

He sat down on the couch beside Natalia, and took the bottle of whiskey from the table in front of her, “Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t even need him to say anything, he picked up another glass from beside his desk and tossed it to Cason who caught it skillfully, and poured himself a glass of whiskey, “Here’s to everyone’s fucked up little relationships, and cupid, am I right?”

“You’re still thinking it’s cupid?”, Bobby asked as if Cason was insane. But Cason nodded, convinced, and Bobby’s eyebrows fell, “So how do we get rid of him?”

“We don’t. The only thing we could feasibly do is to blast him back to heaven, and get him out of our hair, but who knows for how long?”, Cason replied, taking a drink of his whiskey with a quivering hand.

“You seem on edge, boy…”, Bobby sighed, watching the demon in front of him shake like a leaf about something on his mind. But Cason didn’t answer, only stared at the wall, as if he was waiting for something to happen.



Anna giggled into the kiss at his words, her giggle only growing a bit louder at the sound the bed made as he sat. She straddled Sam’s waist, leaning back to let him remove her shirt, before her hands came up under the hem of his, making quick work of it over his broad shoulders and head. She tossed it to the side and pressed their bare chests together, sinking into his kiss.

Her fingers coming back up to tangle in his hair, her heart began to beat hard enough that it was visible through he vein on her neck, the overwhelm causing a small and happy sigh to leave her nose as they finally made up for all the lost time…
——-

Laying on the pile of blankets Dean had brought down for them earlier in the night, Anna leaned up, still panting a bit from the ‘exercise’ and traced circles on Sam’s bare chest, “Wow…”

She giggled at the only word that she could come up with in her mind and leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips with a bright smile. She felt almost normal, in that moment. The demon blood was likely reeking havoc on her system, but it had caused a perfect moment with Sam, that ended up causing a few bruises and scrapes, but was a long time coming.

She just watched his face, safe with her, wrapped up in what seemed like a sea of blankets, and content. The image almost made her wonder if there could be happiness in this cycle of torture she had been in, down the road. Hopefully, with Sam.

MIKA CHAMBERS

The moment Dean said she wasn't a Saint either, she paused for the tiniest of seconds before shhe had made her way onto the top of her trunk. She was so desperate to say 'how dare you?' to him as he tried to bring up their past, to bring up Ethan...the only other person she had in her life who was a constant...until she got him killed. That was far too a raw line to be dredging up and she used all her will power to not say something even more hurtful back.

Through her hands on her head she could see his legs standing right in front of her, refusing to give her space, even though that's what she wanted from him. She flinched slightly as he grabbed the sides of her face and made her look at him as he spoke up and agreed to tell her everything. She didn't know if she would believe it or not but sighed as he nuzzled her nose, humming their song, a song that no one knew was theirs.

It caused a lump in her throat to appear as she unwillingly calmed a little bit hearing it, tears falling down her face and onto his. She could feel that this was purely him, not some outside source making him do this. She tried to not fall for it but failed miserably. His hope in calming her enough to talk, working.

She closed her eyes tightly shut as he kissed her forehead but then came a comment she was initially confused about, making her look behind her and saw Cason's jacket. The realisation of what Dean was going on about hitting her like a ton of bricks as she slowly looked back at him terrified of what she was about to confess to him.

"Dean I...." she started stammering, her dear of how he was going to react evident in her eyes and tone. "whatever is doing this to us... G...got to me a...agin." she kept stammering. "one moment I'm singing, n...next thing.. I.. I'm screwing Cason..." she admitted hesitantly. "Dean I'm so sorry. We had no control over ourselves..."she said to him, trying to keep him with her. Her apology completely heartfelt.

She was absolutely terrified of his reaction and desperately trying to keep talking to keep him where they were so he didn't go after Cason, even if she knew deep down it was completely useless. She couldn't stop Dean going after Ethan all those years ago, so there was no way she was going to be able to stop him now.

NATALIA WINCHESTER

Natalia found herself glancing between Cason and Bobby a couple of times as she witnessed Esme just pull away from him and go outside to get away from absolutely everyone. She actually didn't blame the woman for needing space, it seemed to be becoming a common trait in the group tonight.

She watched as he came to sit with her on the couch and grabbed for the whiskey to which Bobby entertained him eith by throwing the glass at him. She had to admit, Cason did look absolutely petrified. Something was definitely up with him and she wanted to know. Yet it seemed she wasn't the only one noticing it as Bobby seemed to be bringing it as well.

Cason's shaking like a leaf totally distracting her from the fact that Cason was adamant it was Cupid making them all do these stupid relationship wrecking moves. "Cason, what's going on?" she asked looking at him after he didn't answer Bobby.

SAM WINCHESTER

Catching his breath as they laid there together, Sam smiled to himself before chuckling at how Anna could onlysay'wow' to what they just did. He stroked her shoulder as they laid there together with his fingertips before looking down and kissing her back sweetly.

Like her, he felt like this a moment of normality whilst being completely oblivious to everything going on upstairs. "that's one word for it" he finally replied after pulling away from the sweet kiss.

He watched her face back as he continued to lightly stroke her shoulder and down her bicep. He was aware of the scratches and bruises they had put on each other and just remembering how they inflicted them on each other made him smile to himself.

"I'm so glad you're back with me Anna" he told her softly.

Dean closed his eyes, and sighed, stepping back from her with his jaw clenched as she confirmed what he was half afraid was the answer. He ran his right hand slowly down his face, trying to wipe away the rage that was filling his chest at that moment, “He’s a demon. Things don’t affect him the same way they would you…”

He muttered the words slowly, not looking at her as he thought over his next move. He had felt so guilty about everything that had happened over the course of the night, only to come home to this. He couldn’t even cry about it. He just huffed in the cool night air, and thought over his options.

“He’s a demon, Mika. He’s a…”, he shook his head, pulling Ruby’s knife slowly from the back of his pants, twisting it to hold in his palm, blade down at his side. The light caught the metal blade and glinted as he started his way back up to the house, not caring if Mika followed him, at that moment.

Cason shook his head at Natalia’s question, still staring at the wall as he finished his drink and sat the glass on the table, “Dean Winchester is going to kill me, tonight.”

As if on cue, Dean opened the back door and stepped into the kitchen, his eyes burning as soon as he caught Cason in his sights. Cason sighed again and held up his hands, standing from the couch to step back from Dean’s burning glare.

“Dean…don’t do anything stupid…”, Bobby said softly, seeing the knife in his hand, “Dean!”

Like a pouncing animal, Dean punched Cason in the face, knocking him to the ground. He drug him toward him, dropping the knife on the ground next to him as he straddled Cason’s body, holding him up by his shirt, and wailing on him.

“Dean stop! Whatever this is about, we can talk about it! There are Hellhounds outside, you idiot!”, Bobby screamed at him, trying to find an angle to grab Dean and pull him off Cason. But Dean never flinched, just landing punch after punch against Cason’s face.

He pulled Cason’s face up to his, “You knew what you were doing…I let you in. I never said anything about you being a demon. I trusted you. And now this…”

Cason head butted Dean in the nose, causing the larger man to fall back on his ass against the floor, with a groan as Cason stood to his feet and squared up.

“Get up. Get up! If I’m going to die like this…I’m going out on a high. Blaze of glory, baby!”, Cason laughed almost maniacally, as he realized Dean’s emotions had made him tired. But Dean stood, spearing Cason’s torso with his shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

Before Dean could throw a punch with his control over Cason, he was flipped onto his back, Cason’s fist connecting with his sore cheek, and then gripping his jaw, Cason slammed Dean’s face against the floor once…twice…and three times, which subdued him enough for Cason to stand, wiping his mouth as he stood over Dean’s groaning frame.

Dean groaned roughly, trying to shake the ringing from his ears as his fingers slowly creeped his hand over toward the knife. Grasping it, he drove it into Cason’s ankle, taking the demon off his feet. He then straddled him again, panting as he ignored his now bloody nose. He rested the knife against Cason’s throat, driving the blade into his skin with bright orange sparks.

"Do it. Coward...", Cason seethed at him, his eyes jet black as he leaned his head back to give Dean better access to his throat, "You took from me...I took from you...finish it, between us."

“Dean stop!”, Bobby screamed, his hand coming to grip the back of Dean’s neck tightly, “Stop…No one is dying in this house tonight.”

Esme was close to being completely calm thanks to Sarah and Violet being curled around her. But a growl from the two hounds disrupted the calm as they lifted their heads and looked towards the door. Esme lifted her head from her hands and looked towards the front door, now hearing the scuffle coming from inside the house. She dropped her head with a sigh and shook it. This was no time to have a fight break out among them. “Easy girls.” she said, placing a hand on each of their heads as she looked at them. She patted them silently to let them know she wanted to get up, then moved and helped her with a low growl still in their throats.

“It’s alright, we’ll get this sorted. Just stay here and I’ll call if I need you.” she told them before walking to the door. She could hear the raised voices coming from the house, and could tell who each one belonged to. The closer she got to the door, she could tell who was involved in the fight and a knot formed in her stomach. As soon as she walked through the door, she stopped in her tracks as it hit her and stole her breath, pure and unbridled rage. It hit her harder than a ton of bricks, almost bringing her to knees by the sheer force of it. She held onto the door frame, not able to stop the rage from taking her over.

She could feel it bubbling up within her and making her chest burn as if a fire were raging within it. Esme lifted her gaze from the floor to look at Dean and Cason just as Dean put the blade to Cason’s throat, her eyes narrowing at the two with a fire raging within her blue eyes as they shot daggers. She could feel her body heating up from the rage now coursing through her and was steadily losing control of. Esme pushed herself off the door frame, taking a few more steps into the house, trying to keep herself from going over the edge. She stared at the two on the floor as Cason spoke to Dean, her eyes narrowed more.

Then her eye cut briefly to Bobby as he screamed at Dean and gripped the back of his neck. She lost it as he said no one was dying in the house tonight. Heat radiated off her body as she stared down Dean and Cason with a glare, the fire within her eyes growing stronger. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO!” she screamed at them at the top of her lungs as she clenched her fists tight. “THIS IS NO TIME TO BE FIGHTING AMONG OURSELVES WITH EVERYTHING GOING ON!” Her eyes darted between them as she continued to stare them down, her fists clenched more, her nails digging into her palms, but she didn’t notice. “NOW STOP! BOTH OF YOU!”

MIKA CHAMBERS AND NATALIA WINCHESTER

The moment Dean stepped away from her she felt herself just feel even more defeated, as she tried to pick her next words as carefully as possible. She could see how much this news was eating him away inside, even if he wasn't openly crying about it. "Dean, I swear, it.." was all she got out when he said once again what Cason was.

She wanted to try and get through to him that what she said was true and that both herself and Cason were victims in this, even if it didn't seem like it. She then glanced down and saw the glimmer of Ruby's knife and she went wide eyed. "Dean don't..." she warned but it came out more as a plea as she watched him step away from her further and head toward the house.
She scrambled off the back of her car to follow him, pleading with him continuously. "Dean!" she cried after him, not wanting anyone to get hurt because he was seeing red in his ultimate possessive state once more.

Natalia found herself raising an eyebrow at Cason's words, wondering why Dean would want to kill him tonight, but before she could even ask why, in came Dean with Ruby's knife in hand and glaring at Cason as if the glare alone would kill him. "Dean listen to Bobby" Nat said cautiously, standing up slowly. Yet her words went on utter deaf ears as Dean just pounced on Cason and punched him repeatedly.

She looked around and saw Mika make it inside in clear distress over what she was coming into seeing, before looking back at Dean trying to find a way of dragging Dean off of Cason. "Dean stop please!" Mika begged, lifting her hands up to her face, wide eyed at seeing her boyfriend be a completely different person in this moment. She barely recognised him in this moment.

Nat listened to what Dean was saying to Cason and taking in how Mika was being and she was wondering what the hell happened outside when she left Mika in her car. Everything was moving what felt like 100mph in front of them. It didn't help that Cason was now fighting back, and taunting Dean, which Dean took the bait of.

As he got back up and shoved Cason with his shoulder Mika let out a small scream as she watched Cason still get the upper hand on Dean and landing an impressive punch to his already black eye on his cheek before wailing on him repeatedly. "Stop it Cason!!! Please!!" Mika begged him, crying.

Then came the moment that both Mika and Natalia were dreading, the use of the knife. They knew they had to do something before Dean actually killed Cason, and as much as they hated to admit it, they needed Cason on their team whether they liked it or not.

Cason's words of 'you took from me, I took from you' hit Mika so hard, Ruby's knife may as well have been thrusted into her instead. Did he just prove Dean right in that he wasn't effected by Cupid's spell? Did he just use her after trying to protest her to stop? She didn't know what was true anymore, she felt utterly used by so many factors. It was then she saw Bobby managing to grab the back of Dean's neck to make him pause what he was doing, as Esme came running in and screaming at the top of her voice telling them to stop.

Cason's words also suddenly put all the pieces together in Natalia's mind. She didn't much care for the demon, but he had proved more than useful lately and although she didn't agree with the fact he did something with Mika, the guy didn't deserve to die. "Dean listen to us! STOP!" She told him firmly, finding an opening and getting onto his side that had the knife and cautiously but determinedly put her hand over his to try and get the knife off of her brother.

Mika walked up to them all and stood to Dean's other side to make him look at her. "Dean please don't do this. I'm begging you. Don't do this, don't fall bait to his taunts" she pleaded through tears, cautiously and shakily lifting her hands up toward his face, forcing him to look at her. "please" she pleaded again.

"aim this anger at what's doing this to us" she continued to plead. "they are all right, this is not what we need right now. Please Dean, I love you" she said to him, hoping that reminding him of that fact would help to calm him. She could see how much his anger and Cason's anger was effecting Esme as well and she didn't want this for the woman, even if she was partially part of her own heartbreak.

"listen to your girlfriend Dean. Listen to her. Whatever this prick did to or with her doesn't warrant this. This is Cupid's doing! We wouldn't have figured that out if it wasn't for Cason!" Natalia said to Dean, desperation to get through to her brother evident in her tone, as she made sure to put emphasis on the G word in her sentence.

"don't risk losing Mika because of your anger" she added, seeing how her words were even getting through to Mika as she told them what they found out. She carefully but urgently etched Dean's hand with the knife away from Cason's throat, wriggling her fingers under Dean's to try and get the knife out of his grip as she spoke.

As Cason panted in a laugh, almost pressing the knife into his own throat by leaning up into it. Dean couldn’t help the growl that left his throat, even as Bobby held the back of his neck, driving his fingers into Dean’s veins, threatening to choke him out from lack of blood flow.

“Let me go, Bobby…”, he sneered quietly. But Bobby’s grip just tightened as Mika stepped over to him and he heard Esme’s heightened and very angry voice pierce through the room. He didn’t budge, but when Cason flinched at Esme’s voice, the demon’s skull flashed beneath his skin, showing that the flinch had caused the knife to cut him pretty deep.

The red in Dean’s eyes started to fade just a bit and he turned his head to stare at Mika, flinching as Nat touched his hand, which tightened around the knife under her fingers.

I love you

Cason had begun to shiver at that point, under Dean’s weight. He was almost just as afraid of Esme’s anger heating up the room as he was the certain death that sat on him. If she exploded again, he was going to burn, and there was nothing that could stop it. Only this time, there was a chance that everyone in the room was coming with him. He closed his eyes, giving in and hoping that Dean would listen to the rest of the room so he could vanish, or at the very least get as far away from the hunter as possible.

Turning his face toward Mika’s, Dean glared at her, his nose dripping blood from his chin as he did so, like a man possessed. He didn’t even realize how much he was sneering, until he kicked his elbow out against Nat’s arm to shake her hand off of his and pushing Bobby back with the force, raised the knife high in the air, crashing it down with a loud ‘crack’ and a growl.

“Dean, no!”, Bobby screamed, as he slammed the knife into what Bobby had assumed was Cason’s chest. Instead, when Cason’s face came back into view over Dean’s head, he was still very much alive and the knife was stabbed into the wooden floor, still wiggling.

Dean had driven the knife into the floor, just centimeters from Cason’s face, and sat there, panting and growling. Bobby released his neck with a relieved sigh, moving his hand down to Dean’s back as Dean stood carefully from Cason’s hips, and with a huff started to walk away.

“Dean…”, Bobby called to him as he approached Esme, “Dean where are you going?!”

Dean didn’t answer him, only kept walking, shrugging himself past Esme and out the door as Cason groaned, his eyes still on the knife by his head.

Esme continued to stare down the two in front of her on the floor, the rage within her still rising from what she felt in the room. She barely noticed the others in the room at this point. The rage she was feeling almost completely blocked them out, but she could still hear their voices pleading with Dean. She noticed Cason had flinched when he heard her voice, causing the blade Dean held to cut into his neck. Her fists clenched more when it seemed nothing was getting through to Dean, her nails breaking through the skin on her palms. Esme’s eyes went to Dean, and she tried to rein back some of the anger from her tone.

“Dean, don’t do this!” she said to him. She hoped that at least someone in the room would get through to him. Then he finally looked at Mika and she also saw him flinch at Natalia’s touch. This was a good sign that they were getting through to him, but this didn’t calm her rage much. Not even the shivering of Cason under Dean’s weight calmed her rage. Her eyes stayed focused on Dean and the two women at his side. She would have gone over too, but knew that would be a terrible idea with what she was feeling now. Any closer to the source of the rage could possibly end in disaster for everyone in the room.

So she hung back and let the two try to get through to him, but then she saw Dean glare at Mika. This was a Dean she didn’t know. It was a side of him she never saw while they were together. If she hadn’t been so full of rage at that moment, it would have scared her seeing him this way. When Dean shook off Natalia and pushed Bobby back, her eyes went to the knife as he raised it in the air. She took a step forward just as he brought it down, her eyes going to Cason at the sound of the crack. She saw the knife wiggling in the floor just centimeters from Cason’s face and her eyes narrowed.

Esme’s focus went back to Dean as he lifted himself off Cason and made his way towards her, then shrugged past her as Bobby asked him a question. Esme turned and looked at him, her rage just barely starting to come down. “Dean!” she called as he walked away from them. “Wait, Dean! Talk to us!” She knew something big must have happened to have Dean react in such a way, but what it was she couldn’t begin to imagine.

MIKA CHAMBERS AND NATALIA WINCHESTER

The moment Mika and Natalia saw him look at Mika as the three important words came out of Mika's mouth, both thought that this might just be the beginning of them all getting through to him. This was so much worse than when Dean and Mika broke up for three years after he beat the living crap out of Ethan all those years ago, and Mika knew it. This verison of Dean was utterly terrifying but she refused to just up and leave him out of her own fear for him, she had to show him that she was with him, even if she became unfaithful thanks to a damn Angel meddling.

Natalia however could feel Dean tightening his grip round the knife which wasn't giving her hope that he would actually let it go but she had to keep trying, she couldn't give up on her brother. She took note of how much Cason was shivering and flinching under Dean's weight and despite all the bravado moments ago, it was clear to Natalia that he was truly shit scared of the man above him.

They both heard Esme also pleading with him to stop and not to go down this road, but the moment Dean glared at Mika.... actually glared at her with his nose bleeding it threw them off guard just enough to make Dean shrug Natalia off of him roughly, making her stumble backwards and onto her ass, failing to get the knife out of his hands. Mika's eyes went wide in fright at the glare Dean gave her. He had never glared at her in that way before, he had never scared her to her core in quite this way before and she didn't know how to react other than slowly and shakily letting go of the sides of his face. "please Dean...come back to me" she mumbled, implying about how he wasn't like himself right now.

The moment he lifted his hand with the knife, she went even wider eyed and before she could stop him, before any of them could stop him, he brought the knife and smashed it into the floor with great force that caused the knife to still shake in the floor. THe sound it made made Mika and Natalia flinch before he got up and stormed off, ignoring every single one of them.

Natalia scrambled back onto her feet, dusting herself down and beginning to head after Dean, pausing beside Esme just long enough to put her hand on the woman's shoulder. "I've got this." she told her then gave Bobby a simple nod toward Mika whilst glancing at him then headed outside to where she knew Dean would be.

Mika didn't know what to do, she felt like thanks to Cupid she really messed things up this time. She was on the ground, her legs bent off to the side, shaking and hugging herself. She couldn't look at Cason on the floor or anyone else in the room as the look Dean gave her still burned into her eyes, haunting her very soul. She couldn't speak or do anything except cry and hug herself.

SAM WINCHESTER

Everything felt so peaceful down in the vault when he was laying with Annabeth when it all kicked off upstairs, making him gently move Annabeth off of him and for him to sit upright, tilting his head to look up out of instinct. "What the hell...?" he muttered in disbelief as he recognised all the voices that were screaming.

Dean was pissed because of something and something he could only imagine that was major which made him wish he could get out of the vault to try and calm his brother down. He could hear his sister and Bobby pleading with Dean loudly to stop and when he heard the word 'killing' come into the equation his eyes went wide.

He got dressed quickly in the hopes that someone would come downstairs and let him out to go after his brother or at least come down to let him know what the hell was going on. He hated that all he could do was listen to the whole storm blow up above him and not do anything to try and help. If he had known that Dean had Ruby's knife to Cason's throat he woiuld have been able to overpower Dean and grab the knife from him.

As the shouting finished, he quickly went over and grabbed his phone, texting Bobby, "Bobby what the hell is going on!?" clicking send, he sighed running his hand through his hair.

Dean shrugged everyone off, stomping off the porch and onto the gravel. He had barely noticed the pain in his nose, as the blood began to dry in the night air, his face a mess. However, as he heard Natalia’s footsteps behind him, he knew exactly who was following him, just by her step.

He couldn’t believe that Mika would be able to be seduced by someone she barely even knew. At least with Esme, they had a past. They were in love at one point. It made sense that she would be his weakness, considering the lack of closure in their relationship.

Cason was a demon. He was a demon that she barely knew, and Dean only knew in passing, but the guy knew a lot about all of them. The odds that he was fully effected by Cupid was hard for Dean to wrap his head around. He still felt like killing him. Just turning around and marching back into the house, and plunging a knife into his heart.

But for some reason, everyone in the house was protecting Cason, which just made the rage bubble up in his stomach even more. Climbing up onto the trunk of the Impala, he sat panting, and didn’t turn to Natalia.

“Go back to the house, Nat…”, he said simply, as he stopped short of his Impala, just standing beside it, trying to take deep breaths to calm down from the rage that was still flooding his body, “Now…”



Cason sat up, his body still shaking as Bobby approached him and wrenched his body from the ground, with a slap to his back. Bobby was thankful that Cason was still alive, considering he was the only person in the house who really seemed to know what to do about Angels. He felt his phone vibrate against his side, and quickly pulled it with a hand still on Cason’s shoulder.

He flipped it open, tapping Cason and pointing to the couch, which Cason took as instruction and sat.
“I’ll be down in a second…”

He turned from Cason, “You gonna heal?”

Cason simply nodded, and Bobby nodded back, walking toward the stairs of the basement. He approached the door, and turned the heavy wheel, before wrenching the door open.

“So this is where you have been the whole time your brother has been losing his damn mind. What’s she doing uncuffed?!”, he asked Sam, looking over he and Anna, who was still sitting on the floor, a blanket up around her chest.

Sarah and Violet, hearing Esme screaming, reacted, wanting to protect her and their dad from a possible explosion. Running across the yard, they entered the house, snarling and fighting with each other as they tried to enter at the same time. Eventually, they managed to squeeze past each other, with Sarah hopping up, placing both her paws on Esmes chest to knock her back onto the floor, then placing her body weight against Esmes legs.

Violet ran over to the couch, seeing that Esme was cared for and jumped onto the cushion, curling up on Cason’s side, her head on his lap, as if to tell them both to calm down…

NATALIA WINCHESTER

The fact that Dean just knew it was her before he even turned round wasn't of much surprise to her. She may be the newest member of the family in some ways but she had still been around them long enough to have her tells in the ways she walked and such for them to tell when it was her and when it was something/someone else. She knew he was hurting from what happened, but she always knew that him being alone right now wasn't entirely the best idea.

She watched him as he walked toward his impala and was about to go sit ontop of it when he told her to go back inside, then sat on his trunk. "No" she said back to him a lot softer than she had previously spoken to him this evening. She continued walking up to him and sat next to him on his car. "I'm not going anywhere" she added.

"What did they actually do together to make you hulk out like this?" she asked him, keeping her tone softer and more sympathetic towards him. "She does love you Dean, if Cupid wasn't involved she never would have hurt you" she told him, fully believing it as she had seen for herself how good they were. She had only seen the odd little squabble from them since she's been around, but they were always good.

Truth was, as much as what he did disappointed her, she was worried for her big brother. "But if you don't wanna talk, we can just sit here in silence too, whatever works for you. But I am worried about you bro, I really am" she sighed, looking in front of her as she spoke the entire time, her hands interlocked together casually on her legs. She just wanted to help, she didn't want to see her family fall apart around her. She's seen one family of hers fall apart, she didn't want to see this one do the same.

MIKA CHAMBERS

Mika couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't be around everyone that was left in the room as she was aware of Bobby taking his phone out and instructing Cason to go take a seat on the couch whilst he dealt with whatever it was that pulled his attention away from the situation up here in the main room.

The moment Bobby went downstairs, she stood up off the floor and gave Cason an apologetic look. "I-I'm sorry...he found your jacket in my car..." she mumbled to him before making a sharp beeline for the stairs and ran upstairs to her room, skipping every other step as she did so.

In her room, she closed the door, not wanting to even look at Esme, Cason or even attempt to go outside to Dean. She figured being alone in her room was the best place to be as she walked over to her bed, climbed onto it and sat there and sobbed. "Cupid you're such an asshole, I believed you were good....for years I believed in you....now I see you're just another asshole spiritual being" she cried out quietly, even though she had no idea if CUpid was even hovering around still or not.

She just had to get the words of her system. Little did she know that she was going to be the victim to his antics yet again any minute now.

SAM WINCHESTER

WHen Bobby walked down the stairs Sam sighed as he heard the familiar heavy footsteps coming down to the vault. He walked toward the vault door as he waited for Bobby to open it. With it soon open he sighed with relief as Bobby seemed unscathed which then got him worried about what the fight was about.

He looked over at Annabeth then back at Bobby. "I had to so I could help get her cleaned up off the demon blood that she was soaked in and she could change. But she's better Bobby, trust me. She won't run" he reassured him as best as he could.

"More importantly what went on up there!? Why could we hear Dean and Cason and everyone else shouting like banshees?" he asked, not wanting Bobby to change the subject too much.

Esme watched Dean continue to storm away as he shrugged everyone off. Then she turned to Natalia as she went to follow Dean and stopped at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Esme nodded to her words and watched her go after Dean. Esme turned back to Cason, seeing Bobby helping him to his feet, and sent him to the couch. Her gaze followed him, a fire still burning within them as she stared at him as he sat down. She stood there thinking about what Cason could have possibly done to piss Dean off so badly as to have him try and kill him. “What the hell did you do to piss him off so bad, Cason?!” she asked at the same time Mika mumbled to him.

She didn’t catch what the woman said, but saw her quickly ascend the stairs to get away from everyone. It was then she heard Sarah and Violet fighting with each other to get through the door. She turned to look just as they made it through, to see Sarah running at her and hopped up on her, knocking her to the floor on her ass with a thud and hiss. Esme looked at the hellhound that now laid on her legs, pinning her in place. “Sarah, get your ass off of me!” she growled at the hound. It was clear the rage still had a firm hold on her, even with Dean out of the room.

She tried to shove Sarah off of her, but Sarah only inched her way up with a whine in her throat. Esme fought to get out from under Sarah, but was failing miserably. “I said get off of me!” she grumbled. Eventually, Sarah made it where she was laying the length of Esme’s body, where her body was mostly on Esme’s legs and waist, her head on her torso, and her paws holding down Esme’s arms. Esme was completely pinned, but could still breathe under Sarah’s weight. Esme growled under the weight of Sarah and the fact that she wouldn’t get off of her, no matter how much she struggled or told her to get off.

Finally, Esme sighed heavily and laid her head back on the floor, as she could feel herself calming and the rage leaving her. It was then she noticed her fists were still balled tightly. She forced herself to relax her hands and breathe deeply as she closed her eyes. As the rage left her little by little, she could feel her body trembling from its effects. Never had she been so affected by rage in this way before, and now, with a clear mind, she actually scared herself with how angry she had gotten. She could think clearly about Dean’s actions as well, and that scared her as well.