[b]NATALIA[/b]

The night was a long one but for once, a pretty simple hunt for Natalia and Cason. Just as she was suspecting, it ended up being a pack of werewolves and although she was expecting to run into one of the things, she didn't find the hunt too hard to deal with, especially with Cason on her side. That wasn't to say she didn't come out completely unscathed and there wasn't a good fight on her hands. But now the sun was up and she was heading back to her car with Cason. “I bloody hate werewolves, they're always so…rabid” she complained with a sigh as they reached the car and she unlocked the doors. It was then she felt her phone vibrate and ping in her pocket, pulling it out and seeing it was a text from Dean. “Huh…wonder what he wants” she mused out loud. “Dean's text” she told Cason as she opened it up and read it. “Seems he has a demon problem and needs our help, or more accurately said…your help” she told him, “he just wants to see me” she smirked. 

Climbing into the car, she debated between calling or texting her brother before deciding on just calling him once she and Cason were in the car and the doors were shut. The thought of driving to Kansas was hellish to Natalia. There was a reason she drove to California on and off over the last few months, she didn't want to have to go back to Kansas. She didn't want to face what past laid there, but she did also want to see her brothers and if Dean was reaching out for a change then something must be either really bad or something has made him get out of his funk and grief. Either way, she had the need to find answers to why he was texting her. “gonna call him” she told Cason, speed dialing Dean's number. 

When he did pick up, she spoke up, “hey, so what's this big thing in Kansas that you two can't figure it out by yourselves?” She asked, despite actually wanting to ask how he was doing and she was glad he was back working on a case. 

[b]LEXI[/b]

Lexi didn't want to be in the way when Dean tried to get in contact with his sister. She didn't know how much chatter would occur in the phone call or if he'd even get through to the girl, so she figured that trying to make some start on finding some clues was better than nothing. One thing she wasn't expecting for certain was how quick Dean was actually going to be and that he just texted his sister. Yet his explanation of not wanting to get her killed because he called at a bad time was reasonable. She got the feeling from him very early on that family meant absolutely everything to him, Sam had told her as much on her trips with the younger Winchester before he brought her back to the bunker. “smart move” she replied to him, looking at him over her shoulder. “I'm sure she'll get in touch the moment she can” she smiled, glancing back at her laptop that was stuck on her default homepage with absolutely nothing on it to show she knew where to start with this case. Part of her just wanted to wait and see whether Dean's sister would get back in touch before doing anything as she really was stumped. 

The dark web seemed absolutely useless this time round, she didn't know many of her contacts that could be in the area to ask around if they had seen the colt anywhere and she certainly didn't have a demon on her side like the Winchester's seemed to. Leaning back in the chair, she sighed and raked one hand through her hair, wrinkling her nose when she felt the ends of her hair were wet, forgetting for a split second she was moments prior on a wet floor. The cold reminder made her internally smile to herself as she let her mind drift back to having Dean pinned on the floor. Pulling her own phone out of her pocket, she began to scroll through her own contacts to see if there was anyone she could call or message just in case when she heard Dean's phone begin to ring. 

“Seems your text didn't disturb her” she smiled, as she went back to her own phone so he could answer the call. 

[b]SAM[/b]

Anya's reminder that he was allowed to have fun did make him smirk at the time. He knew she was right, it just had been what felt like so long since he got to have any fun. Or what he would consider normal fun, he remembered how Mika would do all she could to try and bring some kind of normalcy to their lives in the bunker, especially when Natalia was around. The woman really was like a mother hen to them all, especially Natalia and her death just made Sam feel like there was no point for any of that. Yet here came Anya, appearing in his life and showing him that was a point for it and he had to let himself be a normal guy and not a hunter once in a while. Anya was going to be such a good influence on him he began to realize and he was willing to welcome it. 

At the motel, he handed her the room key after getting out of the car and followed her to her room. Stepping inside to wait for her, he saw how basic the room was and it brought back all those memories of the times he and Dean would spend living from motel to motel and how run down some of those rooms looked. Seeing this room made him see that he did not miss those days at all, and was glad that unless a job took them too far out to drive back to the bunker, they didn't need to stay in grubby motels anymore. “I don't miss staying in these places…” he smirked and chuckled as Anya grabbed her belongings. He was slightly surprised at how little she had, but then again, it also wasn't a surprise as it wasn't like he or Dean ever had a lot of belongings when on the road either. As she gathered her things and came over and gave him a look that said everything he needed to know, he smiled and nodded. “Okay, let's head out” he said to her. 

Letting her walk past him, he followed her out, closing the door behind himself and hearing it lock in place. He got a sense she couldn't wait to get away from the motel and part of him wanted to ask about what was on her mind, but he also got the vibe from her that she didn't want to talk about whatever was on her mind. “Here, give your things, I'll put them in the trunk whilst you go check out and hand the key back” he suggested to her, holding his hand out to take her bag, boots and jacket. 

He waited for her to hand him her things before walking to the car and popping the trunk, putting everything in for her, closing it and walking round to the driver's side where he leaned against the door, arms folded across his chest and waited for Anya to return. He kept his eyes peeled at everything all around him and on Anya to make sure he didn't need to jump in and help her out for anything, though he couldn't see a reason why that would be the case.