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"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean walked quickly into the War Room, straightening his jacket as he looked around for his keys. But he quickly realized that Sam had them, after all this time. He had zoned out pretty much every part of his life since Mika died. So, little memories were going to slip his mind. Stepping up in front of Lexi and Sam, he scanned over Lexi’s face and lost his fight against licking his lips as he tilted his head back, “I’m good. Let’s go.”

He simply turned and began running up the stairs to the garage. He wanted to get into town. He wanted to grab the groceries, and maybe a little time with Lexi, while he had her alone in a neutral location.

As they managed to roll into town, after a short drive, Dean pulled up in front of an old mom and pop electronics store, stopping at the curb to let Sam out, “So, we’ll swing back around to pick you up in…around an hour? Don’t get lost. Don’t talk to strangers, and be polite.”, he teased Sam, glancing to Lexi with a smirk.

Inside the store, a young woman slapped her hand on the counter, before signing furiously at a very worried and very confused clerk. He threw his hands up and tried to speak in wide words, “LADY! I don’t know what you’re saying! But if you’re going to be aggressive, I’m going to call the cops!”

The woman simply signed faster, and tried to mime writing on her palm, to show him that she needed a piece of paper. She just wanted to explain to him what she needed, and to get out of the store before it got dark outside and she was stuck walking home alone in the dark. She tapped her hand on the counter and tried again, wishing she could scream just to resist the urge to choke the man.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Name: Anya
Age: 26
Rank: Human
Status: Single

Appearance:


History:
Due to a birth defect, Anya has never had a voice. She just wasn’t born with one. From a young age, she was forced to learn to sign with her hands, in order to connect with the world around her, even though she can hear perfectly fine.

She’s never had a particularly eventful life, just moving around from place to place as her father worked his way through his military career. But recently, she’s been a bit obsessed with things that she’s come across, involving creatures and things that she never would have believed were real. She researches them late into the night, and tries to trail hunters when she can find them.

Little does she know that one is about to fall into her lap.

Personality:

Anya is shy, but fiery, coming across as sweet, because she’s quite literally…quiet. The fiery side comes out, when others treat her as if she’s disabled, or can’t process information, due to her lack of voice. Without the ability to scream, or call out to anyone for help, she doesn’t go out much. She simply sits in her studio apartment, and grabs the odd cup of coffee during the day, to make sure she’s in by night time. Her sense of humor is a mixture of dirty jokes and innuendos that only make sense in sign language, as well as any joke that makes her laugh at her own jokes.

Weapons: None! She only has a backpack full of random notebooks and a whiteboard, with pens and pencils, and her laptop.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason held his hands up, raising his eyebrows at Natalia’s outburst. But when she mentioned Esme, he frowned deeply and clenched his jaw. He knew from the moment he saw Duke that he had some sort of history with Esme, but he didn’t know the extent of it. Now, judging by the nudity, and the closeness…he had to assume that it was a little more than friendly. The thought made his stomach clench painfully and he groaned.

But Nat wasn’t finished with him. She defended her brothers, while also insulting him, and he held his hand to his chest, feigning anguish, “So mean! You know that demons can actually be helpful, right? I’m still here. I’m still helping your perfect brothers. So, calm down with the insults, or I might leave…and then where will you all be, without me, and my connections?”

He stared down at her phone, the longer she stood and stared at the door, but when she picked it up and texted Dean, he tilted his head to the side, “And now you’re going to get him all worked up again, right? Great. You’ll come to appreciate me. I think you’ll be surprised.”, he chimed, his smile widening to show all of his teeth as he scoffed.

Dean Winchester

Dean pulled his phone from his pocket as it vibrated and sighed, reading over Nat’s text. He kept his frustration under control, only clenching his jaw for a moment before turning his aggressive gesture into a forced smile, “Looks like Cason’s tried to start the party early. Nat’s ready to kill him and we haven’t even left.”

He texted her back a simple, ‘On our way’, and closed his phone, throwing it back into his pocket as Mika ran over the driving arrangements. He tilted his head from side to side as he weighed them over, “I think that’s our best bet, even though Cason might end up with a missing voice box by the time we get to where we’re going. We should go.”

He turned and grabbed his bag, tossing it over his shoulder, and reached out for Mika’s hand before opening the door to step out.

Annabeth

Anna rolled her eyes at the thought of Cason and Nat getting at each other’s throats. She knew there wasn’t much she could do to get in between them, but she did think she could control Cason, if he got too out of hand. She knew him best, afterall. She reluctantly pulled her hands away from Sam, even though his hand brushing her cheek was a lot more relaxing than anything they were about to deal with. There would be plenty of time for that, when they came out of this.

She groaned as he mentioned her phone, turning to pick it up from the table, “It is Cason. And he’s practically begging us to hurry. I think they’re already ready to kill each other. Should be a fun night!”, she joked, picking up her backpack from the chair in front of her. She turned back to Sam, leaning up on her tiptoes as she picked up his hand. She pressed a careful kiss to his lips and pulled at his hand, “Let’s go save whichever one of them is closest to being killed by the other. I would like for ALL of us to get back unscathed.”

Duke

Duke stood awkwardly until Esme turned to him, and just his nickname falling off her lips caused his heart to swell, and calm a bit. He chewed at his lip, just watching her face as she spoke to him, and he shook his head lightly. He wanted anything she wanted to lay on him. He wanted all that she was willing to give, because for the first time since knowing her, he was overwhelmed, but she was his to protect and to keep. They could just…be.

As she admitted that she didn’t want to be alone, Duke inhaled deeply, fighting his legs from jumping back on the bed. He wanted to stay. He wanted to stay with her as long as she would have him, even if he was a little afraid of her powers, and what she had laid on him. He still wanted to stay, “I want to stay.”, he said quickly.

He approached the bed slowly, as if she would suddenly change her mind and hit him if he touched her. He placed his palms on the mattress, carefully crawling onto it, and glanced up at her face, before resting in front of her, and sinking back under the blankets. He scooted, until their noses were almost touching, “I’ll stay as long as you need me to. But…tell me to move or to go…or to fuck off. Don’t be scared to push me away if it’s too much.”

He sighed through his nose, his heart still a bit high in his chest from the lingering anxiety and he brought a shaky hand up to brush a thumb across her cheek. He leaned forward slowly, his head still laid against the pillow, and swallowed heavily, before pressing his lips to hers. The touch was feather light, as if afraid she would break or punch him out, just brushing his lips over her bottom lip as he held his breath.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean nearly flinched at the brush of Lexi’s fingers over his as she took the mug from his hand, and he glanced at her intently, clearing his throat. He brought his own mug up to his lips and took a drink as Lexi agreed to come with him on the supply run. He was less excited to leave the bunker as he was to just spend some time with Lexi, and see about getting to know her, if not to get his hands on her again.

As Sam spoke up about needing to run out as well, Dean raised his eyebrows and turned his glance from Lexi over to Sam, nodding his head as he sat his mug back down on the counter, “I guess we’re all heading out, then.”, he said almost in time with Lexi, to which he smirked and turned his eyes back to hers, amused. He tapped his fingers on the counter, and nodded to Sam.

“I don’t see why an extra set of hands wouldn’t be good. But if you need some um…computer stuff, it might be quicker to just split up and cover all our bases. You know? I think we can handle it, if you want to save some time.”, he explained with a shrug, working hard to keep his intent of having Lexi to himself under control. He took another drink of his coffee after a moment and slapped his hand against the cabinet, “I’m going to go and get dressed and um…and I’ll meet you guys in a few minutes. I’m honestly afraid that I might burn the second I step outside.”

He laughed, and stepped up to Lexi, almost dipping to kiss her, until he stopped himself mentally. Sam was still in the room, and his mind was moving way faster than it should have. He straightened, as if he was doing nothing, and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, before leaving her with Sam to go and get dressed.

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After several moments, Dean stepped back out of his room, pulling his jacket over his shoulders. He had dressed in his nicest jeans, a white t-shirt and a flannel that was actually pretty new. It might have seemed like he was trying to impress Lexi, but in the pit of his stomach, he was still scolding himself, pushing his feelings for her down. He needed to, before he pushed boundaries that would interfere with Mika’s memory in his mind.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his bedroom door, and walked down the hallway, wondering if she was still waiting for him in the kitchen, or if she and Sam had wandered away, gathering their things.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason laughed softly, his breath washing over the side of Natalia’s neck as she agreed to take the glass from his hand after some protest, and worry about her brother’s opinion. To his delight, the worry of Dean Winchester’s approval didn’t outweigh her need to have a stiff drink before this hunt. He took the glass back from her as she shoved it into his hand, only stepping back far enough to let her turn and make eye contact.

With their noses almost touching, he scanned her eyes, glancing down briefly at her hand as she poked at his chest, and warned him. He simply leaned in, centimeters from her lips, and snarled his nose, “Noted, princess.”

He pulled back from her, walking back over to the table, and sat the glass down. He picked up his phone from the table, and texted Anna to tell her to hurry up, before he and Natalia managed to lose their cool with one another, before the case even got started. He then dropped his phone on the table and turned to lean against it, “Is it really so bad being my date? I mean…I would rather be watching a certain blonde sleep off her trouble that I might have caused, because I have a lot of enemies and…that’s not important. But instead, I have to hang out with you, your sociopathic brothers, and my ex girlfriend. You think I’m excited? Let’s just try to have a good time.”

He tapped his fingers on the table, and turned his eyes toward the floor, glancing over at his phone after a moment.

Dean Winchester

Dean smiled down at Mika, his smile small and tired but he nodded, “Thank you. I would just like for one thing to go our way. Just one win.”

Her fingers brushing through the hair on the back of his head was enough to settle his nerves just a bit, as he scanned her face. She was right. They had all lost enough, been through enough. There was no way anyone was coming back from this mission any less than whole and sane, if he had his way about it. Without saying anything further, he simply leaned in and pressed a tight kiss to her lips, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek gently. After a few moments, he broke the kiss and smirked, “And you still owe me for this morning. So, if nothing else, we can lean on that.”

He laughed softly, brushing his hand back through her hair, and pressed a kiss to her nose, “Let’s go. It’s probably better if we get Nat in and out, since she has to take the asshole with her.”

Annabeth

“I know you don’t.”, Anna muttered quietly, in response to Sam speaking about the last time they had managed to get separated, as she finished putting on her boots. She stomped them against the concrete gently, and turned fully to face him as he dressed. She simply watched, and shrugged her shoulders at his final words. Cason wasn’t good at gaining anyone’s trust, with his attitude. So, it wasn’t that surprising that Sam was so against giving him a chance, until he proved he deserved one.

She walked over to him, as he checked his weapons, brushing a hand over his chest as she stared up at him and he complimented her outfit, “Thank you. I figured a dress was the easiest thing to move in, but you won’t get too much of a view unless I have to do some badass kicking.”

She giggled and brushed her hand up the side of his neck, trailing her fingers up over his jaw, “Promise me something? You’ll be careful too. I don’t really believe in the whole ‘love’ thing, but I know that I don’t want anything to happen to you, and I would hate to come home to a cold bed. Promise me that when this is over, you’ll be at the finish line with a kiss and a smile…and minimal blood on your clothes.”, she finished with a smirk, her bright eyes shining up at his.

Duke

After several moments of toilet thinking and calling in an order for pizza, Duke stood from the closed lid, and squared his shoulders. He stepped up to the mirror and looked himself over, making a few faces at himself, to attempt to bring forward a poker face of some sort. Esme needed support. He had a lot dumped on him at once, sure, but he had to think of all the stress she had been under for the last few days, having any sort of powers around the Winchesters.

Dean alone wasn’t the most supportive type, when it came to psychics, unless they were useful to him. Duke had to be the way he always was, Dean’s buffer. He needed to be more supportive. He needed to be less rash and quick to judge. He needed to make sure that she had told him everything, but that he took most of it in stride, because he had nothing to fear. She couldn’t hurt humans. The only control she had over humans was the ability to help them feel better, or possibly…worse.

“You’re gonna go out there, and you’re gonna tell her that you’re good. There’s no reason you can’t move past this, along with everything else. She needs someone…”, he muttered to himself, staring into his own blue eyes. After a few moments, he huffed and nodded his head. Pushing his dirty blond hair away from his forehead, he pushed it back, and checked himself over one more time, before turning to the door. He opened the door and walked back into the room, his hands on his hips.

As he stepped into the room, he could tell that Esme was likely curled up next to Sarah, by the way the bed dipped on one side. He sighed, and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, before clearing his throat, “I um. I ordered a pizza. But if you need to rest, I can just head him off and um…and get my own room. But I wanted you to know, if you’re even awake, I’m not going anywhere. I want to know more. I want to try to…to understand, because you deserve that. You would do the same for me, and um…if you’re awake, maybe we can just, eat some pizza?”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Cason

Cason raised his eyebrows and he stifled a quiet laugh as Natalia responded to his voice exactly as he had expected. He was happy she didn’t have a gun in her hand at that moment, but as she turned and scolded him for entering the room, he raised his hands with a shrug and wide eyes, “What do you mean? I said I was taking you out. I can be anywhere I want, any time I want. I chose to be here. It’s not my fault that your spatial awareness is shit…”, he said simply, tapping his fingers on the table casually.

He straightened and frowned a bit, almost offended when she asked him what his troubles could possibly be, as if he wasn’t allowed to have feelings as a demon, “Ouch. That’s rude. It just so happens that a friendly Winchester squad cowboy with a washboard smuggled under his skin decided to show up and flip my entire life upside down, and now I’m stuck with you. So, yeah. Real problems.”

He took another drink of his whiskey, watching carefully as Nat laid out her clothes and then turned her back to him, undressing. He raised his eyebrows, scanning over her back, and turned his eyes down to his glass, as if she could see that he was trying to be respectful. He couldn’t help his eyes from scanning back up, tracing over the scars on her back. As she sat down on the bed to pull her pants off, and replace them, Cason flipped over the second glass that he had brought with him, and he poured a bit of whiskey into the glass, quietly standing from the chair. He waltzed over to her, his feet nearly silent against the carpet, and as he stepped up behind her, he leaned in close to breathe against her neck.

“Have some whiskey. It’ll relax you a bit…you know, for the hunt.”, he whispered, brushing a few strands of her hair to the side with his nose, and a wide smile, “We need to make this look real.”

Dean Winchester

Dean waved Sam off before Sam left the room, and turned back to Mika. He watched her for a moment as she walked over to her bag, but after a moment, he picked his own bag up from the floor and rummaged through it for a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Finding them, he stripped his pants off, tossing them over the back of one of the chairs in the room, and unfolded his jeans, slipping them on quickly. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched Mika get ready, a lot faster than he managed to.

As she spoke up, Dean sighed, “I um…i don’t know. I think we have as much of a shot as we ever did. We don’t have much of a choice. I mean, the angels seem pretty adamant about the consequences of our failure, you know?”

He pulled his jacket and white shirt off, tossing them over the chair with his pants, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He stepped back over to the bag and pulled a flannel, shoving his arms through it and then stepped over to his boots, stepping into them.

“What I do know, is that we’re all coming out of this safe. Even if we fail, and we have to go at it with every angel in the universe, we’re gonna come out of this. Just…please stay close to me. Don’t do anything stupid, and help me keep an eye on the demon.”, he finally finished, almost grumbling as he thought of Cason just having free reign with the other girls. He didn’t like him with Esme any more, but at least with Esme, he knew Cason would stay out of trouble.

Annabeth

By the time Sam arrived back at the room, Anna was already dressed in a plain black sun dress, her curly hair bouncing effortlessly over her shoulders as she stepped into her boots. When he started digging through his bag for clothing and repeated his and Dean’s paranoid orders, Anna sighed and leaned against the table.

“I promise. If anything happens, you’ll be the first name I call. Okay? You don’t have to worry about me with Cason. He’s not going to hurt me, and if I remember him the way I think I do, he won’t let me get hurt either.”, she explained softly, pasting on the convincing smile that always seemed to warm Sam up to her ideas. She turned and glanced at the wall behind Sam, and sighed.

“He might have technically kidnapped me when I was a kid…but if he hadn’t, I would probably be dead. Bait, or worse. I think you can trust him. I can’t even believe I’m saying that…”

Duke

Duke couldn’t help the sad grimace that covered his face as Esme essentially doubled down, almost silently about her fear of him not being able to take the news she was about to lay on him. He squared his shoulders, and nodded his head, giving her the go ahead to just tell him. He watched her face carefully. He nodded once more as she began speaking, and glanced down at their hands, tightening his own grip as she did.

As she leaned into him, he furrowed his brow. She seemed to be trying to get as close to him as possible, as if she could hold him steady and keep him from running to the door. He simply stayed still, and let her pull herself into him, as she continued. He raised his eyebrows with a small nod at the word ‘psychic’, taking a deep breath. He knew a few psychics, and not all of them were bad people. They were actually pretty helpful, depending on their brand of powers, which he had a feeling he was about to learn about Esme, “Alright. That’s not so bad…”

But as she continued, he frowned at the story. Part of his brain wished he could have been there as an extra set of hands during the battle. It seemed brutal. He brought his hand up to brush his thumb across her cheek as she broke off her words, and gripped his arm, before continuing. He wrapped his fingers around her jaw, keeping her close to him as he sighed through his nose. Dean had died. Esme had been injured pretty bad. Why hadn’t he been called about the whole thing? At least Bobby could have called him.

But then she began to speak about her skin heating up, and her burning a demon, and as she kept describing what had happened, he realized that her psychic powers went way beyond just being able to see the future, or find someone on a map. He took a deep breath and held it in, his heart speeding up with a bit of fear. This was beyond anything he had ever heard of, and part of him wanted to call her a liar, and scold her for pranking him. But judging by her body language, and the sound of her voice as she finished, this was no prank. She could kill demons with…her mind? But she needed provocation. Her powers didn’t work on humans. They didn’t work on humans.

“But you can’t hurt humans…”, he muttered suddenly, not pulling away from her. He didn’t look down at her face for a moment, just staring off into the distance as he rolled all of the information over in his mind. His heart hammered against his chest, and he swore she would be able to hear it, if he didn’t calm himself.

“I um…I don’t know what to say. I mean…you’re a demon nuke. I can’t see a downside to that, other than it has to mess with you. If you get too mad you get super tired and stuff.”, he rationalized out loud, staring around the room randomly, before turning his eyes down to her, “What am I supposed to make of that? If I know you, I know you’re expecting me to run, or whatever, but…I can’t do that. I need…I need to take a short walk, if that’s okay. I need to take a deep breath, and kind of wrap my head around everything because…I love you. I do. But I haven’t seen you in years and then…this is all…and…”

Duke broke off, and he leaned forward, pressing a tight kiss to Esme’s forehead, closing his eyes as he released a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding in, “ I’m not leavin’. Don’t get that in your head, alright? I need a drink. I need to order pizza and get a drink, and then let’s talk about this. I got some questions..”

Duke felt guilty stammering everything out so fast, but it was a lot for his brain to handle. He untangled himself from Esme, and slowly stepped out of the bed, before he walked over to the dresser. He picked up his phone, and stepped into the bathroom, to both order food and take a deep breath, closing the door behind him.

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean barely noticed that Sam had followed him into the kitchen as he picked up the pot from the coffee maker and filled three mugs carefully. But when Sam mentioned his mumbling, he scoffed and almost whipped around to just tell Sam what had happened between himself and Lexi. But after thinking about it for a few seconds, he simply turned and leaned against the counter, bringing his mug to his lips, while he slid Lexi and Sam’s mugs across the counter if they wanted them.

“I had a weird night sleep, that’s all. We’re dreams. Weird pain in the neck. I had to have a conversation with that side of my brain.”, he explained, raising his eyebrows. He took a long drink of his coffee, watching Sam’s face to see if he believed him. He was paranoid at that moment, that Sam would just figure out he was nervous around Lexi, more so than normal.

As Lexi stepped into the room, Dean nearly choked on his coffee, and he carefully sat his mug down on the counter beside him, watching her step into the room and greet Sam. She was a much better actor than he was, and as she played off everything, just commenting on the beds, Dean smirked and nodded, “Good! I’m glad to um…I’m glad to hear you slept good. I was worried.”

He stared at her face, trying to catch her gaze, but he also kept Sam’s gaze strong in the corner of his vision, in case he was onto them. He reached to his side, and picked up the mug he had prepared for Lexi, holding it out to her, “You up for a quick trip into town later on? I don’t figure Sam has much going on, and we desperately need food.”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss to Lexi’s forehead, standing up straight. He shook his head, with a dramatic pout and squinted his eyes, “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t shoot anyone and…that…happened. So, after some coffee, we can call it forgotten.”, he held a hand out, before clenching it into a fist and turning to open the door.

He almost paused as he stood there, holding the doorknob. The temptation to turn around and just hang out with her, in whatever way she would have him, all day was strong. But he turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway, only to nearly yelp as Sam’s voice rang out, shattering the quiet of the hallway, “Jesus Christ! You can’t just sneak up on people like that Sam!”

He held his hand over his chest, bending slightly at the waist as he glanced up at his brother and shook his head, “Everything’s fine. I was just checking in with Lexi after she um…she tripped and it’s a bit of a maze in some of the rooms, you know? She’s good. We’re good. I’m starving.”

Dean cringed at his own awkwardness, as he pushed past Sam and walked down the hall in front of him, toward the war room. He didn’t even stop when he entered the war room. He simply walked quickly into the kitchen and stepped over to the sink, turning on the cold water. He cupped his hand under the cold water, and splashed it over his face. He stood and shook the water from his hair, before grabbing a bar mop, and wiping his face with it. After a moment of holding the towel over his lips, he reached up and grabbed two coffee mugs, one for himself and one for Lexi.

“Just act cool. She’s not going anywhere and things will be weird if you keep acting like a shy little choir boy…”, he muttered to himself, stepping over to the coffee pot. He pressed the button to turn it on, and sat the mugs in front of it, “And this is good. All is good. You’re good…”

"From out of Nowhere" - SPN

Dean sighed with relief as Lexi stated that she would like to stay with him. He had almost held his breath waiting for her answer, and as her face leaned into his touch, he brushed his thumb across her cheek even tighter. The warmth of her hand covering his just made his need to kiss her grow even further. This was intimacy he hadn’t realized he missed in general. It wasn’t just in his mourning that he missed that side of his bed being filled up. He missed the ability to take someone’s breath away, and to have his own stolen. He missed having someone’s hands on his, just that bit of warmth telling him that life wasn’t lost.

He nodded, brushing his nose across hers once again, smiling brightly, “I can definitely relate.”, he murmured softly, “I will have to tread a bit lightly around you, now…just…because I don’t want to push things to a weird level, if you’re staying.”

He laughed softly, and tilted his head down, brushing his lips across hers gently. He then nuzzled his nose up and over hers, before pulling back to look at her better. He then shrugged his shoulders, and pulled her hand with his as he dropped their hands to his lap, and he watched her eyes. He suddenly laughed, and raised his eyebrows, “But I guess we don’t have to be shy around each other anymore.”

As he said the words, his heart fluttered in his chest, just thinking about her being around the bunker on a regular basis. There were a lot of tight corridors and quiet spaces. The odds of him being able to keep his hands off her now were slim, yet he barely knew her. He didn’t know what her boundaries would be, despite how quickly they had almost fallen into a level of intimacy he never thought he would feel again. He took a deep breath, and pushed the thoughts from his mind, before they convinced him to push things to a point he would regret.

“I should probably let you finish getting ready. Sam might um…he might worry about us if we stay locked up too long.”, he chuckled, and carefully pulled himself from her to stand. As he stood to his feet, he leaned over her, brushing her hair back from her face, and pressed a tight kiss to her forehead, “I’m glad your foot is okay…”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Dean Winchester and Anna

Dean rolled his eyes at everyone being so playful, while he still grappled with his annoyance with taking a demon with them at all. He raised a hand and waved it at all of them, except Mika, “Alright. Get the hell out of my room so we can get dressed. We’ll catch up in a few. An Nat? This is a business trip. It’s not a frat party for you to…do whatever you do at a party. Got it? You too Sammy.”

Anna was too busy laughing at Nat’s messing with Sam to really be bothered by Dean acting like a father. She stepped close to Sam as Nat stepped out of the room, and shot Nat a wink as she exited. She snarled her nose at the same time that Dean did, but Dean gave a little shudder about the infant bones. Anna was realizing that she had even less of a reason to like witches, if they were all into killing babies or digging them up to use their bones.

Shaking the thought from her head, she looked up at Sam, and trailed her hand down to grab his. She shook her hair over her shoulder and leaned up on her tiptoes togged closer to his face, “I’m going to get dressed. I’m definitely not wearing heels to a graveyard. A broken ankle isn’t high on my list of things I am excited about, tonight. I’ll see you in a minute?”

She asked the question with a slight smile, leaning up a bit further to press a tight kiss to his lips, before she let his hand go, and walked to the door. Dean raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mika, before glancing back to Sam, “Pretty casual with the PDA after what…a day of knowing each other again? Some things never change, I guess.”, he teased, before turning to his bag.

As Nat stepped into her room, and kicked off her heels, Cason watched her patiently from the table that sat in the front corner of the room. He had already gotten himself dressed in a casual suit, with no tie and shiny Chelsea boots. His hair was carefully placed on the top of his head, and he smelled extra nice, as if he was taking out a first date somewhere in the city.

“I think you look stunning in the ‘same old shit’.”, his voice suddenly rang out in the room, smooth and calm as he smiled widely at her, showing every one of his too white teeth. He lifted a glass of whiskey he had poured himself from the bottle he brought as a gift, and took a drink, “And don’t mind me. I’m just here to drink away my troubles, and give you a ride…since this is a date, and all. I heard everything.”

Duke

Duke listened carefully as Esme explained that Sarah was essentially just a large and invisible guard dog. From the sounds of it, as long as Esme could see Sarah, she could control her, and Sarah didn’t seem to mind. Duke took a deep breath, and scanned Esme’s face, before glancing down to where Sarah laid. He nodded slowly and glanced down at his and Esme’s hands, scanning over the mark on her hand. Somehow he hadn’t noticed the mark before, but now, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. Some sort of demonic branding that could make her see Hellhounds? Sounded like a hunter’s dream.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s…it is a shock. I’m not going to lie. She seems big, and I know what Hellhounds can do to a person, you know? And most Hellhounds aren’t pets. I haven’t known many demons that kept them. I mean…I don’t go around hangin’ out with demons very often anyway, but apparently the Winchesters are doin’ in now. So maybe I’m behind on the times.”

He chuckled nervously, after his nervous ramble about Sarah. But as Sarah stood from the bed and climbed on to the floor, Duke felt the bed rise with the loss of her weight. He still shivered a bit, as the last of his adrenaline rush, at the revelation began to fade. As Esme turned back to him, he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand and took a deep breath as she spoke, “It’s…unusual. But if she makes you feel better, who am I to ask her to leave. Just…keep her on her leash, if that’s a thing.”

He moved quickly as she mentioned that she had something else to tell him. He wrapped an arm around the middle of her back, helping her lay back against the headboard. It killed him that she was so injured, despite everything that seemed to be coming up about her life. He wanted to know everything about what her life had been since she had left. Every single thing. But she seemed genuinely worried he would run off if she told him anything more, “Sweetheart…I don’t think you could tell me anything heavier than what’s been laid on me tonight. I’m gonna need a stiff drink, an IOU for that kiss from earlier, and pizza, but you can lay it on me.”