all i was and my disguise

Dean watched Adria with a worried frown, leading Adria to sit next to Sophia. "Nothing's ever managed." He promised quietly. "Alright, sit there." He told her softly. "What would you like to eat?" He asked, trying to be welcoming, but his worry for Adria filling his body. He already felt the need to protect Adria, and god dammit, he was going to. "Does coffee sound good?" He asked, wanting to make sure she was looked after.

Sophia looked to Sam, her hands shaking. Resting them on her lap so it wasn't so obvious, Sophia cleared her throat. "Just feeling a little sick." She looked to Adria as she sat next to her, silently wondering if she felt the same. "Thanks though, Sam." She smiled weakly, looking through the menu, but not absorbing any of the choices into her mind, her mind unable to process it.

Adria took a few deep, shaky breaths to try to force away the feeling, trying to be as quiet as she could with them to avoid attracting attention. When she saw Sophia's hands shaking under the table, though, she stared at her friend but silently reached out, taking Sophia's hand in her own to squeeze it, because it seemed like neither of them were feeling very well. "Um, yeah, okay, coffee," she muttered, not really having much of an appetite now with how awful she felt.

Sam watched Sophia with concern, wondering what was going on and wishing, more than anything, that he could help somehow, but there wasn't anything he could do when he didn't know what was happening to her. "If you're not feeling well, I could maybe order you a Sprite or something? Or see if they have Ginger Ale?" he suggested gently to Sophia, only wanting to do whatever he could to help her through whatever was troubling her right now.

Dean frowned in concern. "And food?" He asked gently. "Or would you rather just get back to the bunker to lay down?" He asked, always wanting to make sure Adria was protected, Dean felt like it was his duty and it was one he was keen to pursue. "Sam and I don't mind either way." He told her gently, taking her free hand and running his thumb gently over the back of her hand.

Sophia shook her head at Sam. "No, thank you, I -" she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, her mouth and throat like sandpaper. "I'll be okay, I swear, I just." She shrugged, not quite understanding how she felt, the whole thing new to her.

Adria shook her head slightly to his question. "No, no, um... I don't have much of an appetite right now," she told him quietly, trying to focus on what he was saying, but her mind felt fuzzy, disoriented, and she took a few breaths after feeling his hand. "I don't know what would be better."

Sam watched her with concern, his expression softening, and he shifted closer, resting a hand on her arm gently, rubbing circles into her skin there. "Would you rather just leave?" he asked her quietly, "Maybe you're in shock or the adrenaline from everything is wearing off..." But, it didn't look like that and he wished there was something he could do to take her discomfort away.

Dean nodded. "Adria, I need you to focus on my voice, alright?" He asked calmly, keeping his voice soft, gentle, making sure that he was approachable for Adria to find solace in him. "I think getting you back to the bunker would be the best idea. We can take care of you there, get you comfortable. If you get hungry later, I can always cook you something. "How does that sound?"

Sophia nodded silently, the dizziness from the withdrawal making it difficult to focus on breathing, blinking, speaking and moving simultaneously. "Sam," she murmured, closing her eyes as the room spun. "I - I feel like something's missing." She murmured, opening her eyes finally, looking at him.

Adria breathed out quietly, rubbing her hand over her face, trying to focus, trying to listen to Dean, and she chewed on her lip. “I don't… I don't know,” she told him quietly, swallowing hard as she tried to stay calm despite everything feeling odd. “Something's not right...”

Sam watched Sophia with concern, his brows furrowing slightly, and he leaned close, taking her hands gently in his own. “What do you mean, Sophia?” he asked softly, concerned, as he took her in, his eyes running over her features, his heart sinking with how out of it she looked. “What's missing? What can I do to help?”

Dean frowned with Adria's words, but nodded still, wanting her to feel comfortable around him. "I think you're going through some kind of withdrawal." He told her, loud enough for Sam to hear. "Whatever they've injected in you, it's messed your body up a little." He explained. "Does that make sense?"

Sophia focused on Sam taking her hands within his own. "It hurts." She grimaced, the light of the diner suddenly bright, uncomfortable, painful to focus on for too long, but still, Sophia didn't want to be rude and seem ungrateful to Sam and Dean's extended generosity.

Adria peered up at Dean, though she found it hard to focus with the pain that was beginning to weigh her down. “Yeah… Yeah, that makes sense,” she murmured, though her mind struggled to really keep his words in focus, certain a part of her was beginning to worry about what exactly that entailed.

Sam frowned gently as he examined Sophia for a few moments and he gave her hands a gentle squeeze, his concern for her outweighing everything else. “It’ll be okay, we’ll help you,” he told her quietly, doing his best to comfort and assure her before he looked over to Dean. “Dean, we gotta get her back to the bunker now.”

Dean studied Adria as her eyes began to close, and he felt his chest seize in what could only be described as anxiety. "Sam, we gotta get going." Dean murmured, standing to his feet and gently helping Adria onto her feet, wrapping her arm around his shoulder so he could support her until they got to the Impala, and Dean tried to think of the possibilities to whatever sinister ideas the demons had for the girls.

Sophia groaned a little as Sam squeezed her hands, each sensation feeling a hundred times amplified, as if her blood was burning her skin. "Sam," she whimpered. "What's happening?" Squeezing her eyes shut to stop the world from spinning around her, Sophia tried her hardest to focus on Sam's voice, his words, trying to ground herself firmly to reality.

Adria gave a quiet noise when Dean helped her up, though it turned into a pained whine, and she was unsteady as she walked with his support, feeling the world around her swirling in every which way, making her nauseous but also seeming to make the pain worse.

Sam shook his head as he watched Sophia with concern. “I don’t know,” he told her gently, though he nodded to Dean’s words, feeling his concern growing. Sophia had gotten so pale so quickly and she looked like she was in so much pain, and all he wanted to do was to take it away from her. “It’s okay, we’ll fix it,” he tried to promise her before he moved over, picking her up gently, taking her into his arms before he followed Dean out.

Picking Adria up to a bridal style lift, Dean gently placed her in the back seat, shrugging off his jacket to place over her, wanting her to stay warm, wanting to know just what the hell was happening. "You're going to be okay, alright? Just hang in there." Dean cupped her cheek with his large hand, the pad of her thumb running gently along the apple of her cheek. Pulling away carefully, Dean climbed into the drivers seat of his beloved impala, pondering on how strange this night had been. As Sam opened the back door to put Sophia in, Dean looked to the rear view mirror. "We need to get 'em back to the bunker. Maybe Cas can help."

Sam watched Sofia with concern, though he nodded slightly in response to Dean’s words. “We just gotta get there,” he told his brother almost desperately once he was in the car. He wanted Sofia to be okay, to get her somewhere safe, worried about her.