[h3] Dean - A bit later [/h3]

Dean sat at the table in the war room, waiting for Cason to arrive so they could pack up and roll out, hopefully. He fidgeted with the pages of the book he was combing through, when Cason randomly appeared in the chair across from him. Dean instinctively reached his arm out across Lexi’s chest next to him, but he relaxed quickly as he realized it was Cason.

“Jesus Christ, Cason…” Dean sighed, and Cason smiled widely propping both his feet up on the edge of the table, his arms behind his head. Dean raised his eyebrows and held his hands out, “Well?”

“Yeah. I know where he is. I know who he is. He’s tricky, smart, quick but he’s also kind of an idiot. If we can get to him, and overwhelm him, we should be able to kill him pretty quick. You got angel blades?”

“Yeah. We have plenty. Let’s go.” Dean called out, glancing up at the small window above the stairs. It was now getting dark, and Anya and Natalia should be back any minute, which meant they could roll out and get all of this over with. Cason shook his head and held up a hand, “What?”

“Where are Sam and Anna?”

Dean winced, and he turned his eyes down to the table for a moment, before looking back up at Cason with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, “You brought her here. They are…catching up, if the sounds coming from her room were any hint. They’ve been back there a while. I’m not going to get them.”

“Alright, then let them get it out of their systems. When they come back, we’ll pack up and leave. I’m most definitely not going out there without your other half. We need the experience with this guy, and Anna’s quiet probably wouldn’t hurt anything either. She’s sneaky and she won’t leave anyone behind…including her ex’s girlfriend or whatever she is.” Cason sighed, waving his hand around. He pulled the knife from his boot and began twirling it around his fingers as Dean sat back in his chair and turned to Lexi.

“So, you prepared for a late night hunt? You need to change or anything?” He asked her with a smirk, as they waited for the others to get back into the main room.

[h3] Anna [/h3]

Anna lay there on her bed, staring at the familiar ceiling as she brushed her hand through Sam’s hair, just taking in all of the familiar emotions around her. It was tempting to just stay like this with him, forever, familiar and loving. There was something so simple about it. As her fingers combed through his sweaty hair, a painful pit of knowing began to creep back into her stomach. She knew that their time together was coming to an end, and probably for the last time. She rolled over, gliding a hand over his bare chest and up his jaw with a sigh, before propping herself up to look down at his face.

“So...the girl down there. You’re close to her, aren’t you?” She asked earnestly, with no malice or judgement in her voice as she twirled a strand of his hair around her finger, just lovingly scanning his eyes. She could see the answer, the longer she stared at those hopeful hazel eyes that she missed so much. And there was her closure. She would never stop missing him. She would never not mourn what they had. But Sam was an inch from beginning again, which is all he had wanted for her. She understood that, now. There was a chance they would always fall together. They were destined to. But Sam’s emotions were torn, and she could see the hope in his eyes, just with that little question, “Then we should help her.”

Anna brushed her fingertips over his eyebrow, down to his jaw, and she gently leaned down, pressing a loving and deep kiss to his lips. As she pulled away from the kiss, she nuzzled Sam’s nose and then carefully pulled away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed. She reached down and grabbed her clothes, beginning to redress with her back to him, “I love you, you know that, right?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him, and then pulled her shirt on, standing to button her jeans and shove her feet back into her boots, standing full dressed with her arms crossed, “And I’m a phone call away. Even if it’s awkward. Even if we say things we shouldn’t…I would like to know that you’re okay.”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

As the sun began to sink down over the hill beside them, Anya buried all three knives she had been holding into the side of the tree, none of them bouncing, for once. She stood up straight and puffed out her chest, turning to Nat with a proud look on her face. She couldn’t believe how quick she learned things, and honestly? It was a relief. If she was going to get into hunting, she was going to have to learn quickly, so she didn’t put herself or anyone else at risk. 

She pulled her phone, glancing up at the sky before typing, “We should probably go check and see if the others have found anything. I also really want a drink.”

With a small giggle, Anya pressed play and then walked over to the three, grabbing the handles of each individual knife, pulling them from the wood with a bit of effort. She turned back to Nat and walked the knives over, handing them to her. After a few moments of helping Nat pack up, Anya walked back toward the bunker garage with her, feeling a lot more confident and a little tired and thirsty. She couldn’t wait to tell Sam how much safer she would be on the hunt. She knew he still wouldn’t want her out there any more than he had already seemed to protest, but at least she knew what she was doing. 

Anya pulled the garage door open, and she entered the bunker, coming out onto the landing above the others. Dean glanced up and he smirked, holding out his hand to quietly ask her how things went.

“I’m okay.” She signed back to him, and he tapped his fingers on the table with excitement before signing back a ‘Good’ that he had learned from eavesdropping on her conversations with Sam, while she was teaching him. Anya slowly descended the stairs, just as Anna rounded the corner from the corridors, flattening her hair and pushing it behind her ears awkwardly. Dean said nothing to her, just let her pass him as Anya watched her, wondering if she was okay.

Dean shrugged his shoulders when Anya made eye contact with him, letting her silently know that he had no clue where Anna had been. But Cason turned to her and signed, “You ready to go, soon?”

“Tonight?” She asked him back and he nodded. “Okay. Sure! Where’s Sam?”