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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme sighed heavily after Cason explained it was in fact Dean that told him to kiss her to wake her up. “I see.” she said simply, no emotion in her tone. She turned her gaze from him and leaned her head back on the headboard, and closed her eyes. “That would be his answer of help.” she whispered. After everything that happened last night, why did Dean have to tell Cason that was one way to wake her up when she fell into a deep sleep? The action had brought memories back to the front of her mind. She tried to push them back, but they kept pushing themselves forward.

She could remember the first time with Dean, she had overdone it by projecting her emotions to another and had passed out. Dean had told her he had let her sleep the rest of the day and tried to wake her up the next day every way he knew how. He even told her she had him worried sick, thinking she’d fallen into a coma, but had decided to try kissing her to wake her up. When she woke up, she saw the worry on his face turn to relief and he pulled her into a tight embrace, telling her not to scare him like that again. A few more memories played out as she sat there, making her want to cry at how sweet they were.

They were her fairy tale moments with him. She mentally kicked herself for wanting to cry. Why must I be so emotional? You need to get a grip on them and shove them down. she told herself. Sometimes she wished she was just numb to everything she felt. Opening her eyes, she patted Sarah’s head as she looked over at her. Esme then quietly made her way down to the end of the bed, placed her feet on the floor so her bag was between them and bent down and dug through it for some clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans and laid them on the bed next to her, then did the same thing with a shirt, bra, and socks.

Leaning up, she brushed her hair back from her face, grabbed her clothes and stood up from the bed. “Give me a bit and I’ll be ready to go.” she muttered as she walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. While in the bathroom, she got herself changed, teeth and hair brushed, and put on what makeup she usually wore. Then she gathered everything, even the little bottles of shampoo and conditioner from the shower. She then opened up the door and exited the bathroom, grabbing her bag from the floor. She put it on the bed and packed in her things after grabbing her gun off the top and putting it into the back of her pants.

It was clear to see that she wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she looked better than she did yesterday. Esme gave the room a sweep with her eyes, the only thing she had was her phone and its charger, which she didn’t remember plugging in. She brought up a hand to cover her yawn before she zipped up her bag. Moving her bag over, she sat on the edge of the bed and put on her boots and began to lace them. “I’m sorry.” she said breaking the silence in the room. “I shouldn’t have punched you.” She sat up and looked over at him after getting her boots laced and tied.

There was a reason she always woke up the way she did, but that was something she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about just yet. She brushed her hair back from her face again as she looked over at him. “But I wasn’t expecting to wake up to you kissing me. I half expected to have cold water thrown on me.”

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme softly smiled at Madison’s shrug at her question, then it grew more at her words. “Maybe so. It might be something worth testing.” she said, so only Madison could hear before she pulled away from her. She watched Madison scan her eyes and sigh with relief. It was easy to see she was glad she had helped her feel better. Esme continued to watch Madison as she brought her arms from around her neck and looked at her hands that were no longer glowing. Esme loosened her hug on Madison and rested her hand on her arm, feeling the pride that Madison felt. She couldn’t blame her for taking pride in how powerful her hands were.

She could still remember the first time she was successful in calming someone that was pretty much unconsolable. She couldn’t have been more proud of herself for that. She could also remember how shocked those around were. The memory made her smile a bit before Dean spoke and stepped back up to her. Esme wrapped her arm back around Dean’s waist when he was close enough, looked up at him and saw his smile. Looking back to Madison, she listened to her response to Dean’s question. It was an appropriate answer. Esme knew Dean couldn’t deny Madison's connection with them and that she would use her powers without harming anyone.

She also knew this would be hard for Dean to accept and that it wouldn’t keep him from thinking he may have to kill her later. At Dean’s next words, she pulled him a little closer to her, to show she was happy he was calm and was talking to Madison. “Dean’s right. That could come in handy.” she smiled. “But that’s something we can figure out a little later.” She gave Madison’s arm a little squeeze and let go of her arm. She then turned to Dean, letting her arm fall from his waist and nabbed the bag of food from his hand with a playful smirk, then stepped around him.

“I’m going to eat my breakfast before it gets too cold and my stomach protests again.” she said with a laugh. She then walked over to the table and sat down in a chair after placing the bag on the table. Opening the bag, she dug out her burrito, unwrapped it, then pulled out her knife and cut it in half. Cleaning it with a napkin, she tucked it away before picking up half of the burrito and taking a bite. “Mmmm. God that’s good.” she mumbled softly with a mouthful.

Sam Winchester

Sam looked to Madison and Esme, seeing that Esme said something to her but couldn’t hear what it was. He then watched Dean for a moment, seeing his look of surprise and excited smile. He knew his brother well. He knew this act from Madison would help in calming him a little, but he knew he would still struggle with things about her. It was still a small step in the right direction for them to stay around each other comfortably. Sam crossed his arms over his chest as Dean stepped back up to Esme and he and Madison spoke. He couldn’t stop his eyebrows from raising at Madison's intelligent answer to Dean.

It made sense to him. He saw the look from Dean and sighed inwardly. He knew that Madison having a connection to himself and Esme and Madison using her powers without harming anyone when she had to was hard for him to swallow. He also knew the thought of killing Madison was still something Dean expected to have to do if he felt he had to. Sam knew there was nothing he could do to keep that from his brother’s thoughts and they would cross that bridge when they got to it. The main thing right now was that he was actually treating her like a person and not some creature, and he was actually smiling and smirking around her.

When Dean mentioned her healing exterior wounds, he had to think about it for a moment. If she could heal Esme from exhaustion, why wouldn’t she be able to heal exterior wounds. He was in agreement that it would come in handy if she could if she came on hunts with them. He was about to say something when Esme chimed in with her thoughts, then completely changed the subject. He watched her with a raised eyebrow as she took the bag of food from Dean, then headed to the table. Sam shook his head with a small chuckle at her actions. She had switched gears as if it was nothing.

Maybe the current events and the need to eat were the cause, but he was glad to see she seemed less tired. He watched a little longer, then stepped up to Madison side. “They are both right. It would be good to see if you can, but it's not something we have to do now.” he told her. He looked back at Esme as she bit into her breakfast and made a comment. A smirk made it to his lips on how much that sounded like a Dean comment when he ate something he really liked. “I think you’ve spent too much time with Dean. You’re sounding like him when he eats.” he laughed.

Sam watched Esme swallow her mouthful and look over at him with a grin and then laughed. “Maybe so. That’s necessarily a bad thing though.” she said with another laugh. When she turned back to her breakfast and took another bite and gave another content sound he chuckled again, then looked at Dean. “I can see why you like her so much.” he said with a smirk and so only Dean and Madison could hear him.

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No need to apologize. I didn't feel like I was being rushed, but I did know I needed to get a post in.

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Sorry for the wait. I've been having trouble coming up with something.

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Marabella

Bella smiled warmly at Gil saying he over thought the simplest things and that his mother told him the same. She had also been known to overthink things and would have to stop herself. She watched him as he stopped thinking so hard about the dance and got into a rhythm as he spoke. As they danced, she continued to listen as he spoke about dances in his country, and how they were all about feeling the music. The thought of that made her smile more, though when he mentioned getting stabbed by making a wrong move during a sword dance, she winced a little even at his shrug. She had to admit to herself, though, she would enjoy seeing one. “Some of our dances are less structured. I like those a lot better.” she smiled. “I’ve never seen a sword dance, but I’d love to sometime.” she spoke warmly. She looked around the ballroom at everyone dancing, seeing everyone was doing the same steps, then looked back up at Gil. “If you would like to, we could deviate from everyone and feel our way through the music.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme continued to sleep like a rock, completely unaware that Cason had popped into the room again, had tried to wake her up, and had called Dean for help in waking her up. It had been some time since she had been hit with so much emotion and had gone into such a deep sleep. If left alone, she’d wake up in a couple of days, but with everything going on, they couldn’t really afford to wait for her to wake up on her own. They needed everyone they had to go through the books and gather all the information they could. Not to mention, everyone knew how Cason was with her and wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Before she had gone to bed, she knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t wake for a few days, but also knew that Cason would check in on her if she hadn’t shown back up at Bobby’s, and would more than likely do whatever he could to wake her up. It was probably a good thing for Cason that she forgot to grab her gun from her bag and put it under her pillow before she fell asleep last night. At Cason’s kiss, Esme took in a deep breath through her nose, followed by a small groan. In her sleepy state, she slightly kissed him back, but as her mind registered everything, her eyes flew open to see Cason’s face.

Startled, she then quickly shoved him back as she sat up in the bed, balled up her right fist and aimed a punch at his face. “What the hell, Cason.” she breathed, trying not to yell. She pushed herself up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard and brought up her knees, then ran her hands through her hair and down her face before resting her elbows on her knees with her face in her hands. Why did he insist on being so close to her when she woke up? She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly to calm her racing heart from being startled. Sarah inched her way over to her side and placed her head in the bend of Esme’s arm and nuzzled her gently with a small whine.

“I know. I’m sorry I worried you.” she whispered softly to Sarah. “I was just so tired from yesterday.” She leaned her head over and placed it against Sarah’s with a sigh. Esme brought her hands away from her face, laid them over her knees and looked over at Cason, feeling slightly bad for punching him. “Dean told you to kiss me to wake me up, didn’t he?” she asked softly.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme slept peacefully, even with Cason popping in and Sarah growling at him and him griping at her. At Sarah’s growling at Cason, she had unconsciously curled up into herself and into Sarah’s side. When Sarah curled her head more around her, she had sighed softly in her sleep, unaware of anything going on in the room. She slept peacefully the rest of the night with Sarah at her side, keeping watch over her. When it was clear that Cason wouldn’t be coming back again that night, Sarah relaxed and placed her head on the pillow above Esme’s head, but still kept herself pressed up against the woman she was told to protect.

During the night, Sarah noticed Esme looked cold and pulled some of the blanket over Esme to keep her warm. It wasn’t a simple task to do while trying not to wake her and move too much, but she got the job done and laid back down.

Next day

The sun rose and shone through a crack in the curtains, hitting Sarah in the face. She huffed and lifted her head, looking down at Esme, who was still sleeping. She lowered her hand closer to Esme’s, listening to see if she was still breathing. She was, but seemed, very soft, as if she was in a deep sleep still. Sarah lifted her head and tilted it to the side, a bit confused on why she was still asleep. Lowering her head back to the pillows, she decided to let Esme sleep a little longer even if she felt she should be awake. Some time passed, and the sun came through the curtains now shown on the back of Esme’s head, but she still hadn’t stirred from her sleep.

Sarah lifted her head again from the pillows and looked down at Esme, her head tilting to the side again as she watched her sleep. She should definitely be awake by now, or that’s what Sarah thought. Sarah put her nose on Esme’s cheek and gave it a gentle nudge, but nothing happened. With a whine, she tried it again. Nothing happened. Getting up and jumping off the bed, she walked over and hit the light switch with her nose and then pulled the curtains open a bit more, thinking the light would wake Esme. It didn’t. Walking back to the bed, she barked at Esme. Nothing, not even a flinch. Sarah growled a little, then nosed Esme in the ribs. Still nothing. She then jumped back on the bed and laid down next to Esme with a huff.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme smiled when Dean spoke to Madison about learning to control her powers and even possibly helping on hunts. She was happy to see that he was trying to be nice to the girl. She knew that if she could keep things relatively calm, it would more than likely work out for the best for all of them. Though she knew that if she kept this up the entire time, she’d be worthless in any kind of fight, but maybe, just maybe, she could do small amounts at a time. When Dean wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, she was thankful knowing he’d keep her from falling if her legs gave out or she passed out.

She could also feel his eyes on her and his worry, but she kept going, only pulling back a little as she saw Madison calming. Esme could see that Madison’s eyes no longer flickered gold and that her face had softened, and she didn’t seem so afraid anymore. She continued to watch Madison as her position changed to one that looked more relaxed, Madison had let go of Sam’s shirt and now held onto his hand. Esme pulled back more on her projection, feeling herself fading as her hand slipped from Dean’s stomach and to her side. She had just stopped projecting when Madison told her not to make herself too tired.

It was a little late for that, but she smiled tiredly. “Too late.” she mumbled as she watched Madison pull away from Sam. Her eyes never left Madison as she slowly made her way toward her and Dean, but when Dean stepped back, she stumbled a little but kept her one arm around him. At Madison’s hands on her cheeks, Esme looked into her eyes to read her. As Madison projected her powers to her, she closed her eyes as she felt the energy going into her mind. Esme closed her eyes tighter when Madison’s fingertips lit up. She could feel her exhaustion fading to a more tolerable level, which nothing but food or chocolate wouldn’t fix.

A soft sigh escaped Esme’s nose when Madison pulled her hands away and she opened her eyes to see Madison smiling at her and smiled back. Esme’s smile grew when Madison threw her arms around her neck, held her close, and buried her face into her shoulder. Esme wrapped her free arm around Madison in a one armed hug, holding her close. “Thank you.” she whispered to her. “But how did you know how to do that?”

Sam Winchester

Sam watched Madison as Dean and Esme spoke to her, seeing the smirk come to her lips as Dean spoke to her about her powers and going on hunts if she could learn to control them. “Three humans, an angel, and a Nephilim. What could go wrong?” he whispered softly to himself with a small laugh. He was glad that Dean was trying, though he couldn’t be sure if it was just because Esme was there or not. What he knew was that Esme had some sort of effect on him and somehow on the room as well. After she had gone pale, he noticed a change in the room and in himself. The room didn’t hold as much tension, and he felt quite a bit calmer.

His eyes darted back and forth between Esme and Madison, watching as the two watched each other and didn’t look away. The longer the two looked at each other, the paler Esme seemed to get, but he felt Madison become calmer to the point where she released the back of his shirt and took his hand. Sam looked down at Madison seeing her gaze was still on Esme. He looked over at her as her hand dropped from Dean’s stomach to her side. The woman looked as if she would pass out at any moment. He looked back down at Madison when she spoke to Esme about not making herself too tired, what did she know he didn’t? He then heard Esme mumble a response about it being too late, which was easy to tell.

When Madison pulled away from him to go to Esme, he let her hand slip from his but took a few steps after her. He saw Dean take half a step back as soon as Madison reached her hands out to Esme. Sam noticed that Esme didn’t move and seemed to be trusting of Madison, even closing her eyes as Madison put her hands on her face. Sam slowly closed the gap, but kept a bit of distance to not disturb what Madison was trying to do. His eyebrows went up in surprise when her fingertips slightly lit up. When the two hugged, he looked at Esme, he could see color already returning to her face. Then he looked at Dean to see his reaction to Madison healing Esme and their hug.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme watched Dean for a moment to see if he’d accept her half answer. When he did, with a smile and a nod, she smiled a little more, thankful he didn’t push for more of an answer. Once she was well rested, she would be more than willing to sit down and talk to him more about everything. When Mika apologized to everyone, she looked over at her, noting Mika’s look to her. Esme sighed in relief with a warm smile to her, then she placed her right hand on her chest and dipped her head deeply to the woman. This was her way of showing Mika that she truly accepted her apology and held nothing against her.

It was a great relief to hear Mika apologize for everything. It would definitely make getting a good night’s sleep easier. She knew that she needed to apologize herself, but she would do that when she was rested and had a clearer mind. Letting her hand drop back to her side, she looked over at Natalia at her offer. Esme shook her head softly. “No, it’s alright. You go ahead and get yourself comfortable for the night. I pretty much know where it is.” she said in a kind tone. She looked back at Dean and Mika and lightly laughed at the words between them. It was easy to see that they were both good and that Dean’s injuries would be well taken care of.

Esme then walked to the door, running her hand along Sarah’s side to have her follow. At the door, she turned to everyone in the room with a small and tired smile. “Goodnight everyone. Rest well.” She gave them a small wave, then walked out the door and onto the porch with Sarah in tow. Pulling her jacket around her, she walked across the porch and down the stairs, then to her car. After unlocking her car, she got in with a sigh and sat there for a moment. Being outside and in her car, she felt as if someone had lifted a weight off her chest and shoulders. After taking her moment, Esme told Sarah to follow her, shut her door, started the car and drove out of Bobby’s place.

The drive to the motel seemed to take a bit of time, only because of how tired she felt. She would occasionally look out at Sarah running alongside her car. Once at the motel, she got her a room, then quickly got into it after grabbing her bag from the trunk. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to get cleaned up.” she told Sarah as she dropped her bag on the end of the bed. Opening her bag, she grabbed some comfortable clothes and went into the bathroom to shower. Once she was clean, dressed, and had her hair dry, she walked out of the bathroom and to the bed with her dirty clothes in hand, noticing Sarah had made herself comfortable on it.

Pulling a bag from her bag, she put her dirty clothes in it, then dropped broth bags on the floor at the foot of the bed. Esme then crawled up on the bed, not bothering to pull down the covers, turned off the light and laid down on her side almost in the middle of it. Before she had dozed off, Sarah slowly made her way up the bed and curled up next to her, bringing a smile to Esme’s lips. She then reached up and pulled the pillow closer and nuzzled into it. “If Cason decides to pop in please keep him at a distance. I really need some uninterrupted sleep.” she said to Sarah tiredly.

Sarah responded with a soft nuzzle to let her know she’d do as asked, then watched Esme finally drift off to sleep. When Esme was in a deep sleep, Sarah laid her head above Esme’s and scooted as close as she could to her in a protective manner. She was determined to keep anyone and anything from disturbing Esme while she slept.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme opened her eyes and lifted her head when she heard Dean’s footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs. She then looked over at Cason as he stood from the couch. It was easy to see he didn’t want to be around Dean. At his words, she gave a small nod. “Alright.” she said simply. She watched as Violet followed him to the front door, then turned her attention back to Dean and Mika. Dean looked rough, to say the least. As Dean and Sam interacted, Esme gently pushed Sarah’s head from her lap and took to her feet from the floor with Sarah’s help. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cason and Violet walk out the front, also catching Dean’s shudder at the ruffling papers from Violet walking on them.

She was thankful that none of the hellhounds had jumped in to break up the fight between Dean and Cason. That was something she knew she wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing and knew that she would have really lost it. Dean’s voice pulled her from her thoughts of the fight, a slight smile coming to her lips at his words. As Bobby spoke, she could stop herself from giving a slight nod in agreement at his statement. She was happy to hear that Dean’s head injury wasn’t too bad, but she had to agree with Bobby that Dean’s outbursts needed to be snuffed before they got too far out of hand.

She could lend a hand with that, but she wasn’t sure just how Mika would take to that after what had happened tonight. Only time would tell how that would play out. When Dean replied to Bobby, Esme focused back on him, listening to what he said and feeling the same as he did. When he turned to her and waved his hand at her, she sighed heavily. He knew her better than anyone in the room, almost better than she knew herself. When he asked how she was, she gave him a warm yet tired smile. “I’m fine. Nothing a good night's sleep shouldn’t remedy.” The tiredness from the night showed in her tone, but you could see that she was truthful in what she said. She knew after a night of uninterrupted sleep she would be ready to face whatever they ran into the next day.