[b]MIKA[/b]

Mika knew she was sounding harsh and crass but right now she didn't care. Like Dean, she was tired and rather hungry, only now realizing that none of the food Sam and the others brought back for them actually got eaten. Yet as Dean openly spoke in agreement with her, she knew she didn't step out of line talking to Castiel the way she did. Sure, she was forever grateful to Castiel for bringing Dean back from Hell and to her again, but she still felt suspicious about him and his kind. It was honestly still mind baffling to her that Angels existed. She watched as Dean tried to reason with Castiel, whilst also teaching him that in no way can the Angel just show up in this room again unannounced. She was glad that Dean also thought it was out of order for Cas to show up the way he did, as she really did feel protective of her room. It was her only space she considered hers and Dean's, she didn't want Angels knowing about it or more to the point, snooping in it. 

The moment Castiel said he wasn't going to take the both of them in the morning, she felt a little bit of annoyance bubble up inside as there was no way she was going to let Dean go it alone. If this Alastair was the demon who tortured Dean and made him almost a shell of what he once was, then she wasn't going to let Dean get near him without her being around. Luckily for her, Dean wasn't okay with that announcement from Castiel either and he fought her corner. So she didn't have to verbally fight for her right to be there as well. She sighed with relief when Cas finally gave in to Dean's argument to bring her with him, glad that he seemingly didn't want to go without her. She was willing to stay out of the way unless she really had to step in and no Angel was going to stop her. She just hoped that it wouldn't come to that. Mika didn't like that they had to keep Sam out of it, it somehow felt wrong but judging by the way Castiel was looking at Dean and clearly not happy about conceding to Dean's negotiation, she wasn't going to push it by asking why Sam had to stay away. 

With Castiel now gone, the feeling of his wings being felt by her, but she didn't know why as it never seemed like anyone else could feel it, she sighed and walked over to Dean. “Yeah, it really was too good to be true huh?” She replied, rubbing his arms gently. “So I guess we should rest up and then prepare for whatever it is the Angels are dragging you into” she told him softly. She really wished the world would just give him a break. Sliding her hands down his arms to his hands, she stepped toward the bed, pulling him gently with her before letting his hands go so she could get out of her hoodie and shorts and get into bed, whilst thinking how glad she was Castiel didn't appear when her and Dean were being intimate on the couch earlier or in a very similar state to then. As she pulled back her duvet to get in her side of the bed, the thought made her smirk and softly chuckled under her breath, “as much as it annoys me he was just in here, at least he didn't appear at an even more awkward time” she told him. 

“Though, probably would serve him right if he did” she chuckled in a tired manner, swinging her legs up onto the bed and scooting down to lay down, she waited for him to get in so she could get comfortable beside him. When he was in and she could snuggle up to him, she wrapped a leg round his, arm draping over his chest as she always did and head on his shoulder. “try get some sleep handsome. I love you” she said, leaning her head up just enough to kiss his cheek before settling back again for the night and falling asleep until morning rose once more. 


[b]NATALIA[/b]

Like Esme, Natalia began to sleep peacefully for the night until the nightmares found their way back into her mind. Slithering into her happy dreams like snakes and coiling around them until all there was nightmares. She tried to get rid of them in her sleep, but it was so difficult. The memories of her latest lot of torture from the night before replaying in her mind as if she was watching them on a big screen in a drive thru movie theatre. Except she had a front row seat and was not just the spectator but the actor as well. Gripping onto Cason for comfort without knowing it, her mind still tried to fight through to find some kind of solace. 

As her dream self managed to fight through, she thought it was the end of it, her sleeping body beginning to slowly relax once more until another memory from way before she joined her brothers charged her mind like some horror movie jumpscare. Knocking her dream self onto the ground of the dark space she was in, forcing her to replay every moment. 

[I]”I don't know anything! Please! Let me go!” She cried in the seat, cuffed tightly to it at the wrists, ankles and forehead. “see that's not going to happen because if your daddy dearest is John Winchester, then there's no way you don't know about your brothers Dean and Sam! It's just all about unlocking that little brain of yours to tell us where they are!” A demon retorted back to her in an almost sing-song tone of voice. “I don't have brothers! I'm an only child, please stop!” She begged before getting something shoved in her mouth and the next thing she felt was intense electric pain through her head from the electric shock therapy. Screaming through the pain, she eventually slumped in the chair when it stopped, feeling dopey and weak as she panted, trying to regain her breath. “Now tell us, where are your brothers and why doesn't John have you with them?” She heard the question be asked, but she couldn't answer. Her mind is still feeling the effects of the electricity surging through her temples. “That's enough, she's clearly not gonna tell you anything and if she takes anymore you'll just wipe her memory of the Winchester's anyway.” A voice said from the doorway, but her vision was too blurry to see who it was, but the voice…it sounded familiar somehow. 

With a growl of annoyance, she got uncuffed from the chair and roughly hoisted into the wheelchair they brought her into the room in, her head just dropped downward, unable to have the strength to lift it. “give her an hour break then it's the next round. Maybe that will give her time to give us the answers we want!” She heard said, tears silently falling down her cheeks.[/I]

Those tears fell down her face in real time, landing on Cason's chest as she felt trapped by her own memories. Memories she wanted to forget but couldn't, and not the memories she lost but wanted back so much. Unable to fully stir until the morning. 

[b]SAM[/b]

Sam couldn't help but smile as Anna scooted closer to him, more so than she already was and traced her finger around his jaw. It was such a soft action that it was beginning to truly lull him into sleep. He could feel his own heart rate and breathing begin to slow down as they just laid there in the bed, fully alone. Her little quip about making more time for their own room when out and about made him lightly chuckle, “I'm sure we can find time” he replied with a soft and light chuckle, so as not to move her too much. He was going to wish her good night but he realized just from her breathing that she had already fallen asleep. Smiling, he tilted his head just enough to kiss her head before he closed his eyes himself and let sleep take control. 

—

Once morning rose, sunlight trying to break through the curtains of the motel room. Sam stirred calmly and felt a lot more refreshed than he had done in a long time. He couldn't remember the last time he woke up feeling this refreshed. He figured being away from the house was the answer as well as being close with Anna again. Glancing down at her, he smiled, brushing her hair away from her face gently as he took in her features. He didn't want to wake her or disturb her, so he stayed where he was and looked around the room before his eyes fell onto his phone on the bedside table. With his free hand, he carefully reached out and picked it up to check the time, 7:30am. He also saw there were several texts on it that had built up overnight and he presumed it would be Dean or Mika checking up on him, but it wasn't. It was Ruby. Opening up the messages, it was just a barrage of annoyed messages asking him why he ignored her phone calls and he had to pick up the damn phone. Sighing, he hit the delete button on the entire conversation, not wanting them to ruin his good mood. Placing the phone back on the table, he wrapped Anna up in his arms again, kissing the top of her head before wrapping his legs around her. 

Nothing was going to ruin this morning if he could help it.