[h2]Esme[/h2]
 Before getting out of bed, Esme gently shook her head at Duke’s tease but didn’t respond verbally to it. She knew Duke was teasing, but she was sure it didn’t have anything to do with Dean starting another fight. She knew what that sort of tension felt like, and this didn’t feel like that. It felt more like unease, and the more she woke up, the more she felt uneasy about the day. Something felt off, like something terrible was going to happen. Esme tried her best to shake the feeling, but it clung to her like a leech. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Duke after scaring the hell out of him this morning. She didn’t want to give him anymore to worry about.  Her little teasing to him about getting out of bed was also an attempt to get her mind off the feeling, which helped a little bit. When Duke replied teasingly and got out of bed, she smiled and watched him as he dressed. Something about watching him move around the RV and getting dressed eased her mind a bit. Maybe it was because she finally had someone in her life to love other than family and someone who loved and worried about her.

Once Duke was dressed, Esme pulled a black and purple flannel from her bag as Duke slipped on his boots. She carefully slipped it over her left arm first and then her right to keep from pulling the stitches on her shoulder. Once over both her arms, she adjusted it just as Duke spoke about checking the temperature of the water. Esme still wasn’t too keen on going inside with the tension but knew they needed to see what was causing it. “Alright.” she almost sighed. She then walked over to the door and stepped into her boots. “I know you were joking, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry about getting a broken nose this morning. It doesn’t feel like that type of tension.” she added, turning to face him. Turning slightly, Esme opened the door and descended the steps onto the gravel and waited for Duke to exit the RV. Now outside the RV, she looked toward the back door of the house. What she was feeling was for certain unease. Which made her wonder if Castiel had possibly come early with news for Dean. The thought caused Esme to tense up some. 

The premonition she had a little while ago came to mind, the broken images sending a shiver through her body. ‘Could my vision and what Castiel wants Dean to do be connected?’ she thought. The bad feeling she had been feeling grew more intense and caused her stomach to cramp painfully. ‘Something tells me they’ve forgotten about the vision I told them about. I’m not even sure Dean believed it. So, how in the hell can I get him and the others to believe that I think that Castiel's plans for Dean and the vision are connected?’ she thought, sighing heavily. The only one she truly thought believed her and would believe her if she voiced it was Duke. But Esme didn’t even know how to begin that conversation. When Duke exited the RV, she was pulled from her thoughts and she looked at him. “They are feeling uneasy in there. You don’t suppose that angel came early and gave them some information, do you?” she asked Duke, her tone holding concern. She didn’t want to speak his name, just on the off chance it summoned him if he wasn’t already there. Esme didn’t know Castiel that well, but she didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him.