[h2]Esme[/h2] 
When Duke laughed and made his own comment about their trauma bonding, she laughed, even with him calling this a date. She laughed a little more at his description of himself. ‘So, that’s how you see yourself.’ she thought. But at his thank you, she softly shook her head. “I think we both needed a hug after that conversation. Also, you owe me that drink.” she told him. Talking about the death of parents was a sore subject for her, and she could tell it was for Duke as well. She was still surprised he came out and told her about how his parents had died. She was even more surprised with herself coming out and telling him about her mother and what happened to herself that same day. When Esme brought up Dean, she almost lifted her forehead from Duke’s shoulder as she felt him thinking about her words. She was about to answer when Dean’s voice rang out as if on cue. “Well, guess I jinxed that.” she whispered. When Duke pulled away, Esme stepped to the side and turned to face Dean as he and Duke spoke. Then, he saw the look that Dean had given her.

“Don’t you give me that look, Dean Winchester. I heard you.” Esme told him in a firm tone with a raised eyebrow after wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Like Duke said, our conversation got a little heavy. We both needed comforting, and you weren’t here.” She crossed her arms over her chest, resting her gun on her arm as she looked at Dean. “What should I have done, hugged the fence post or one of the mannequins for comfort?” she asked, gesturing to both as she spoke. “Besides, it was one hug. It’s not like we made out…. Would you rather us be at each other's throats instead of getting along?” Esme understood he was trying to protect her from Duke hurting by bolting when he felt like it, but she couldn’t be cold to the guy. If they were going to be staying at Bobby’s, she had to make an effort to get to know him. Plus, how could she know this little shooting date would end up with them talking about how they lost their parents and end in a hug? She then gave him a look that said, ‘Don’t make me shoot you for being overprotective.’