[h2]Esme[/h2]
 When Duke chimed in from her insult, Esme quickly shot him a glare, seconds away from reacting before Dean stepped in, saving Duke by covering his mouth. Her eyes shot back up to Dean as he began to speak, to attempt to explain his recklessness. When he paused, she started to ask if he wanted to elaborate, but Bobby beat her to the punch. So she remained quiet and let him continue. Esme’s eyes never left Dean as he explained what happened during their hunt. She took in his words, her gaze not softening a bit. However, as he explained, she couldn't deny that what he said was true. No matter how much she wanted to believe in that moment, thanks to her state of mind, they went in recklessly, knowing the entire situation. If he had been lying, she’d know it. She was practically a human lie detector, thanks to her empathic abilities. But then. Right now. She needed someone to vent all her rage and frustration on, and poor Dean and Duke just happened to be the ones to get it. Bobby had gotten an earful from her after her shower, but nothing like what the boys got. 

When Dean spoke about how they knew how Vampires were, she nodded slightly in response. Her eyes then jumped to Duke when Dean mentioned him getting snatched. “Of course he did. He looks like the type to get into trouble.” she thought. She opened her mouth to speak, but yet again, Bobby beat her to the punch, echoing the questions burning in her mind. Dean’s reply caused her to sigh heavily. Of course, Dean couldn’t leave Duke behind. No matter how bad things were, it wasn’t in his nature to leave anyone behind during a hunt. She had seen that on a few occasions, and being one of those people, he hadn’t left behind. Relaxing her crossed arms, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes with a heavy sigh through her nose, her shoulders relaxing slightly. But it was clear her rage hadn’t dissipated.“For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve never been able to leave a man, woman, or child behind.” she said, fighting to use a calmer tone. Esme breathed in deeply and slowly let it out a few times, trying to calm herself without much luck. She still needed to get out her frustrations. 

She still needed to beat, kick, and yell at someone or something or just go somewhere and scream at the top of her lungs to release it all. “I believe you, Dean.” she sighed. “I have no reason not to.” She fell silent as she continued to lean against the wall with her eyes closed. Then, she tilted her head, bringing a hand up and placing it on her now pounding head, and closed her eyes tighter. All this rage and yelling, on top of being thrown around earlier, had caused her head to ache as if someone were beating on it like a drum, and the smell of the two boys wasn’t helping it either. “Now go and take a shower. You reek.” she told him bluntly. She didn’t move from her spot on the wall, feeling she wouldn’t reach a chair before hitting the floor from the light-headedness settling in. “And don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you get out. I don’t plan on going anywhere after the day I’ve had.”