[h2]Esme[/h2]
Esme stood there glaring at Dean, watching how he reacted to her lashing out at him. It was clear he could see how pissed off she was by his actions and facial expressions. Then, to make her mood worse, Duke spoke up and stepped towards her. She shot him a nasty look, and he repeated himself. She did her best to hold her tongue and not lash out at the cowboy as Dean told him to shut up, but he didn’t listen. The more Duke tried to talk to her, the angrier she became. She wasn’t talking to him. She was talking to Dean. Esme clenched her jaw and balled her fists tighter, causing her nails to dig into her palms so deep they bled. Her eyes darted back to Dean as he began to explain himself, only to be interrupted by Duke, who flashed a bright smile as he spoke as if he was proud of the whole situation they had been in. That was what pushed Esme over the edge. His proud smile caused Esme to snap and see red as she looked back at Duke with daggers in her blue eyes. She’d had enough of him speaking.

Esme stepped toward Duke, then shoved him into the chair Dean had pulled in front of himself. “Sit down and shut the hell up, Cowboy! I’m not talking to you! I’m talking to Dean!” she yelled at him, missing Bobby’s joke. If he opened his mouth one more time, she would punch him, making sure it was hard enough to knock him out of the chair. “Open your mouth again, and I swear you’ll regret it!” she warned. She didn’t care to hear whatever Duke had to say. She didn’t know the man and didn’t care to know him. Esme was half tempted to pull her gun on him to make sure he kept his mouth shut. She then lifted her daggered gaze back up to Dean. “Now! Explain to me why you went into a Vampire nest half-cocked with only this moron as back up!” she demanded. After everything they discussed about going into a hunt half-cocked before she left, she wanted to know why he went ahead and did it anyway. Esme was so zoned into him, and hearing what he had to say, she hadn’t noticed that the gash on her eyebrow had begun to bleed again. As she waited for his answer, Esme crossed her arms across her chest and shifted her weight to one leg.