Wolvena

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme watched the blowtorch as the demon moved it closer and closer to her chest, slowly feeling the heat from the flame get hotter and hotter. As she stared at the flame of the torch, she could hear Cason screaming and pleading with the demons. It was at that moment she could truly see how he felt about her, that everything leading up to this point had been genuine. It was almost funny it took this moment for her to truly see his feelings for her, and she would have laughed at herself if she wasn’t being tortured by a demon while tied to a chair. She gritted her teeth and whimpered as she felt her skin burning and heard what the demon with Cason said. They really wanted to get to Cason by having her scream in pain. She had come across some determined demons, but never this determined to have someone scream out in pain.

When the flame finally touched her skin, she took in a sharp breath through her gritted teeth as she pressed herself back into the chair, a growl escaping her that slowly went up in pitch. Though before it could become a full-out scream, the demon pulled back the flame with a gasp. Esme’s good eye darted to the demon when she heard the squish and the torch hit the floor. Her eyebrows went up in surprise as her eye landed on the demon’s face. When he let go of her hair to bring his hands to his face, she brought her head forward in a more comfortable position and took in the screwdriver sticking out of the demon’s eye socket, with salt and holy water dripping from its handle. Her eye then darted to the other demon as he spoke to who had just stabbed his partner before he smoked out like a coward. She then looked at the man that had shown up, who was clearly a hunter but couldn’t tell who they were from the back.

She could make out blonde hair beneath his black cowboy hat and that he was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. Esme let her head drop, not being able to hold it up any longer from feeling weak. She breathed deeply and slowly to calm her breathing as she listened to the other demon smoke out and to Cason speak to the man as he untied him, but the man didn’t speak until Cason mentioned he was a demon and couldn’t leave the devil’s trap. The voice she heard, with the deep southern accent, sounded very familiar to her. It was one she hadn’t heard in quite some time. She tried to lift her head to look, but couldn’t quite manage it. Even as Cason spoke to him, she was still trying to place the voice. Then it hit her just as she heard his boot scraping the paint from the floor. A weak smile came to her lips. The smile faded as she heard Cason run to her once he was free. She first saw his feet as she stopped in front of her, then the rest of him as he knelt down and lifted her chin, flinching a bit at his touch.

Esme looked at Cason a moment with her good eye before giving a weak smile at his words, followed by a heavy sigh. “So, which one of us is to blame for this trouble we got into?” she joked in a soft tone with a small laugh. As she laughed, she winced a bit as she felt pain rush through her. Lifting her gaze over Cason’s head, she looked at the cowboy who had just helped them, a weak smile on her lips. “Hey, Duke.” she said in the same soft tone she had spoken to Cason in. “Long time no see.” She fell silent as she watched Duke, taking in what she could of him with her good eye. After all this time, he was still as handsome as ever, and from what she could tell, had gained more muscle. “Thanks for helping us.” she finally added. Taking a deep breath, she groaned in pain as her gaze dropped and realized she was still gripping the arms of the chair. She forced her hands and fingers to relax and closed her eye, suddenly feeling more tired than ever as she felt herself coming down from everything.

As she sat there, her chin still resting in Cason’s hand, Esme waited for him to untie her from the chair and remove the knife from her thigh. A memory of Duke and Dean made its way into her mind while she sat there. It was of a time the three of them had gotten together at a bar after a case involving a Shapeshifter, to have a drink and unwind. It was as if it had only happened yesterday as it played out in her mind. She had taken turns dancing with both on the dance floor and did a little karaoke as well. As they drank and threw playful jabs at each other, Duke kept trying to turn Esme’s eye from Dean to him all in good fun, asking her why she was with Dean instead of him since he was better looking than Dean. A strong shiver pulled her from the memory before she could finish it. Wincing from the pain that followed, she opened her eye to look at the two men, another shiver overtaking her, followed by her whole body shaking.

“What do you two say we blow this popsicle stand before more decide to show up and finish what they started?” Esme asked weakly, her voice shaky. She didn’t want to hang around this place any longer than they had to, and she knew they needed to meet up with the others, figuring they must be wondering where they were. She and Cason should have arrived before they did since they left Bobby’s place first to get a head start. Esme then lifted her gaze and focused on Duke the best she could. “I have to wonder, though. Out of all the people that could have come across this place, how the hell did it end up being you?” she asked him in the same voice with a small laugh.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme heard little of the conversation going on between Cason and the other demon. The demon working her over had her full attention, but she heard the comment about her being a pet just before the knife was driven into her shoulder. “I’m no one's pet.” she whispered as Cason spoke, then had the holy water thrown down his throat. She lifted her gaze more, wincing as Cason cried out in pain. She looked at him as he choked and coughed, then at the demon at his side as he gave the word to continue. Before she could look back at the demon working her over, he thumped the handle of the knife in her shoulder. Her eyes closed as she groaned in pain as the knife went deeper into her shoulder. At the demon’s next words, she gritted her teeth and had a retort ready, but he took the knife and wiggled it before she could get the words out. The action caused a small whimper to escape her.

When the demon wiggled the knife again, Esme closed her eyes tighter as a growl like sound escaped her through gritted teeth instead of a groan. Her fingernails dug into the arm of the chair from the searing pain in her shoulder. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked up at the demon, her blue eyes burning with hatred for the man. “As I said….. It won’t be easy…… Getting me to scream.” she breathed with a small laugh. Little did the demon know, this wasn’t the first time she had been taken, held captive, and tortured. So far, what he had done hadn’t come close to what she had endured during that torture session. The demon smirked at her words, as if accepting the challenge once again, then brought his face to eye level, watching as her eyes followed him. The hate burning in her eyes driving him on to complete the challenge she had given him.

The demon then leaned in, putting his lips close to her ear to whisper to her once again. “I’ll get you to scream, Blondie. I’ll get one from you one way or another.” he cooed softly. Esme tried to calm her breathing as the demon spoke in her ear and watched him as he pulled away. As he pulled away, she readied herself by pulling her head back away from his. As soon as she saw his face, she brought her head forward, smashing it into his face with as much force as she could. His howl of pain caused a smirk to appear on her face. She watched him stagger backwards as he held his now bleeding nose with his right hand. “You little bitch!” he hissed as he balled his left fist. Drawing back his fist, he swung it towards Esme and it connected with her bruised right cheek, forcing her head to the side as a growl like groan escaped her lips followed by a moan from the pain shooting through that side of her face. She knew the force of the punch did some damage.

The demon stepped forward and to Esme’s side, then took her by the hair on the back of her head and yanked it back roughly, causing the back of her head to connect with the chair and a hiss of pain to leave her. His right hand fell from his bleeding nose to reveal a glare as he stared her down. “You’ll pay for that, Blondie!” he sneered. Taking hold of the knife with his right hand, he pulled it roughly from her shoulder, grinning at her gasp and groan of pain as it left her shoulder before he brought it down and embedded it within her left thigh. This almost brough forth a scream from her but she held it back and made it into a growl, then she began to laugh as she looked at him, her right eye closed from the pain shooting through it and from her cheek swelling. “You Asshats don’t have a clue what you’re in for.” she laughed, sounding as if she was delirious.

“Is that so?” he sneered as he let go of her hair. The demon then punched Esme in the gut, knocking the wind from her and causing her to double over. She coughed and gasped for air as he left her side and walked over to a table nearby. He scanned the table, looking for the perfect tool to use next, his hand hovering over each one he looked at. When his eyes landed on the perfect one, he smiled maniacally as he laid his hand on it. Lifting it from the table, he turned back to look at Esme, who had finally received from her punch to the gut. As he walked towards her, she lifted her head to see he had chosen a blow torch as his next tool. She knew there was no way to hold back a scream if he torched her skin. Once back at her side, he turned the knob on the blowtorch, then pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit it, then adjusted the flame before putting the lighter away.

Esme looked at the blowtorch in his left hand, then at the demon as he continued to smile maniacally at her. She then prepared herself the best she could as her eye went back to the blowtorch. He grabbed her by the hair once again and pulled her head back roughly. “Now the real fun begins.” he told her as he inched the blowtorch towards her. She watched as the demon slowly inched the blowtorch towards her chest, her nails digging into the chair once more as she waited for the flame to burn the skin on her chest and bring forth the scream she had been holding in all this time. The other demon noticed Cason had looked away from Esme and his partner. Taking hold of Cason’s face, he turned it to make him watch as his partner continued to carry out his torture on Esme. “Open your eyes before I pry them open and use toothpicks to keep them open. You won’t want to miss this.” he told Cason.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme remained unconscious the entire way to wherever the demons were taking them and when they drug her from the car. When she came to, her vision was blurry and her head was pounding. She was aware they had bound her wrists to the arms of the chair she sat in, as well as her ankles to the legs of it, and they had stripped her of her jacket. As she tried to clear her vision, she felt the rage rise in Cason as she lifted her head from her shoulder and shook the hair from her face. Blinking the blurriness from her vision, her eyes landed on Cason and the state he was in and the rage he felt. Her eyes then shifted to the demon wearing thick leather gloves, then to the iron knife and steel thermos he held as he circled Cason. She listened as Cason told them to let her go, but she knew it wouldn’t happen even before the demon spoke. He was going to use her to get to Cason.

When Cason cried out from having the holy water thrown in his face, Esme gripped the arms of the chair as she felt his pain go through her. She listened as the demon continued to speak to Cason about how she was easier to hurt than him with their tools, clearly showing they were going to enjoy torturing her in front of him. She had to smirk a bit at his statement of seeing how long she could last under intense interrogation. The words were being used to get under Cason’s skin, and it seemed to be working. At the mention of Anna, Esme looked back at Cason as she struggled against her bindings, but they were too tight to break from. It was then she noticed they had taken liberties with the v-neck t-shirt she was wearing. They had ripped it, so more skin was accessible when torturing her.

When the other demon stepped up close, she gripped the chair once again, reading herself for what he might do first. Esme still listened as the first demon spoke as if scolding Cason for not being like he was before punching him in the jaw, causing her to wince from the loud crack. It was then she heard the demon next to her chuckle before he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back to look up at him standing behind her. A slight gasp left her at the action as she narrowed her eyes and glared at the demon, only to have him grin back at the hatred she showed him. “Glare all you want, Blondie. It doesn’t hurt me any, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead.” he chuckled. Lifting his left hand, he showed her the large knife he held within it, a larger grin now coming to his face before he pressed it flat against the unbruised side of her face.

Moving the blade slowly, he let the smooth metal glide across Esme’s cheek and to her lips, where he let it linger a moment before purposely cutting her bottom lip with the tip of the blade. She neither flinched nor made a sound as he cut her lip, but continued to stare and glare at the demon. He seemed disappointed by her lack of reaction but pleased that he had drawn blood from her. He then pressed the blade flat against her skin again, starting at the corner of her mouth and gliding it down her chin and then down her neck to her collarbone, just barely letting the tip of the blade graze her skin. “Just what do you think you’ll get out of me by torturing me?” she asked in a hateful tone, as he ran the blade along her collarbone. A menacing grin made its way to the demon’s face at her words, as he slid the blade down to just above her breasts, lingering a moment to watch her face.

When he received no reaction, he pressed the tip of the blade into her skin, then a little harder to puncture it, then drug it across her skin in a small cut. She held her breath as the blade cut her, then watched him as he leaned down and placed his lips close to her ear. “A scream, Blondie. So I can watch that traitor scum squirm because he can’t save you.” he hissed in her ear. Esme clenched her teeth as he hissed in her ear and glared at him. “Getting a scream from me won’t be that easy.” she said in almost a growl. “We shall see.” he retorted with a chuckle as he pulled his lips away from her ear. As he stood over her, he brought the blade back up and stopped under her collarbone, tilting it so she could feel the sharpness of the blade against her skin. Then he pressed hard down on the blade and dragged it slowly across her chest, watching her as she held her breath and gripped the arms of the chair, and gritting her teeth to keep from crying out.

Esme was determined not to give the demon the satisfaction of a scream leaving her lips as he cut her. Yes, it hurt like hell with how deep and slow he was cutting, but she was going to hold back her screams. It was clear the demon could see that he wasn’t getting a scream out of her. Lifting the blade, he chose a new spot on her chest and cut deeper and slower this time, watching her as she did the same actions from the last cut he made and never took her eyes off him. “You really think this is going to get you your scream?” she breathed. “Maybe not, but I have other methods for getting you to scream.” he said with a laugh in his tone. Lifting the blade once more from her flesh, he moved it up and placed the tip of the blade against her shoulder, and adjusted his grip on the handle. She knew what was coming even before it happened.

Esme took a deep breath just before the demon pushed the blade into her shoulder, then brought it back and plunged it into her left shoulder up to the handle. There was no stopping the gasp that escaped her lips from the pain that shot through her shoulder. The demon finally let go of her hair and then let the knife go as her head dropped forward as she swallowed her cry of pain and gritted her teeth as she closed her eyes, her breathing now labored. Lifting her head back up, she took in a breath that was followed by a small groan. “Mmm, looks like I’m going to have to switch to something new.” he said almost happily. He then took hold of the handle of the knife and gave it a good twist, a new grin coming to his face as she gasped from the pain but still didn’t scream for him.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Rosalie Aldaine

Rosalie sat at a tabling within the Bunker she had taken up residence in, a laptop sat in front of her, and many books lay scattered across the table's surface. With the information she had, she had been pouring herself over books filled with lore, and even going over articles repeatedly to see if she could find out any more information or find something she had missed. After some time, she pushed the computer away from her, rested her elbows on the table, and placed her chin between the palms of her hands, and rubbed her temples with her fingers as she closed her eyes with a loud sigh. She was growing frustrated as she ran into dead ends or things that made little sense or just didn’t add up. After a while, she ran her hands down her face, pushed her chair back, stood, then heading into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she went to the liquor cabinet and opened it, then pulled out a glass and a bottle of scotch and closing the cabinet door.

She carried both back to the table she had been sitting at and sat down the glass and bottle before sitting down in the chair. Rosalie then picked up the bottle and poured herself a decent glass of the scotch after opening the bottle. Setting the bottle down, she picked up her glass and leaned back in her chair as she took a drink and went over things in her mind. As she sat there thinking and drinking her scotch, she started just over her computer at a Haladie that rested on a stand on a shelf just across the room. An email notification pulled her attention to the computer screen. Switching her drink to her other hand, she pulled the computer closer and opened up her mail, her eyebrows raising a little at who the email was from as she took another drink of her scotch. She then opened the email and read it. As she read its contents, her right hand slowly made its way up to rest under her chin as she placed her elbow on the table.

The email contained all the missing information she needed from the killings and missing people and information on the events that weren’t publicized. The numbers of the missing and dead were absolutely staggering, and the way they found the bodies, she had no words to describe how she felt about it. Rosalie gripped her glass as she continued to read the contents of the email that she received. If she wasn’t used to this sort of thing, her head would be spinning at all the information she was getting from the email. The more she read, the more a thought hit her she didn’t want to think about because it couldn’t be possible. After she finished reading the email, the thought that had kept in her mind remained. The hand under her chin dropped to the table, slapping it. “It couldn’t possibly be……… That’s impossible.” she whispered even though she was alone. “He’s been dead for years……. We burned his body.”

Everything she had read and heard sounded just like what he wanted to do all those years ago. Rosalie took a drink of her scotch as she went over it more in her mind, then the answer hit her like a ton of bricks. She drank the last of the scotch in her glass, then slammed the glass down on the table. “A tether.” she almost yelled into the room. “He found an item to tether himself to before we killed him.” She couldn’t bring herself to say his name aloud, just the thought of it really being him put a pit in her stomach. If he really was back, it meant that he had possessed someone or something to accomplish everything going on. It also meant it would be ten times harder to stop him this time around, especially with the arm he was building. She was going to have to find him and stop him once again, and destroy the item he had tethered himself to. It sounded like an impossible task, but she had to do it no matter how impossible it seemed.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme slept peacefully during the drive. She didn’t twitch or talk in her sleep like she had been the last few times she had slept. The most she did was nuzzle into the jacket she was using as her pillow in her sleep. She was unaware of Cason stopping at the roadblock they had come upon, but started to wake at the sound of an unfamiliar voice talking to Cason. By the time Cason said they were in a hurry, she was coming more out of her sleep, but was still groggy and only caught the word traitor from whoever Cason was talking to. Lifting her head from the jacket, it fell into her lap as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. She didn’t have time to react as an officer pulled Cason from the driver's seat, then her door opened and another officer reached in and grabbed her. “What the…… Let me go!” she yelled groggily as he pulled her out and held her against his chest with a laugh. In her groggy state, she didn’t have time to fight back, only flinch and tense up at the touch.

She closed her eyes tight and shook her head to shake away the grogginess just as she heard Cason tell them not to hurt her, do what they wanted to him, and that Dean would come for her. Esme closed her eyes tighter for a moment. Hearing the words from the officer, she opened her eyes and sighed inwardly as she struggled to get out of his grip, but he only held her tighter against his chest and laughed. “Struggling is pointless, Blondie.” he hissed in her ear, which caused her to tense more and another laugh to come from him. “Shut up!” she snapped. As she continued to struggle, she watched as the other officer put a bag over Cason’s head and pulled him towards one of the police cars nearby. Her eyes lifted from Cason to the officer dragging him to the police car, that’s when she noticed his eyes were black and she clenched her fits.

Esme looked around, noticing there were a few others around, and clenched her teeth. They’re all demons. How do I get myself into these messes? she thought to herself as she felt a pit in her stomach. She tried to reach for the knife on her hip, but couldn’t reach it with the way he had her arms pinned at her sides. She couldn’t throw her head back and bust his mouth with her head, because he was much taller than her. Her eyes drifted to her car as she was still struggling against the demon's hold on her then that’s when she saw it. When he pulled her from the car, the leather jacket had fallen from her lap and onto the pavement. She instantly saw red as she stared at the jacket laying on the pavement. “You son of a……..” she said in almost a growl as she trailed off as the last word got caught in her throat from her emotions rising. A fire now burned within her eyes and her body was heating up from the anger quickly building up from within her.

The heat soon radiated from her body and started to burn the demon that was holding her. The demon hissed from the pain, but kept his grip tight on Esme as he looked over at the demon that had Cason. “I think this chick is the one they’re calling the nuke.” he told the other with another hiss of pain. “What, she can’t be?!” the other said in surprise as he stopped and turned to look at Esme, then the demon holding her. He could see the flesh on the demon's face and hands burning, causing his eyes to go wide. “Do something before she blows!” he yelled. As soon as the demon’s grip loosened to do something, she spun in his grip, broke her arms free, and reached up, placing her hands on the demon’s face. He howled in pain as her hands seared the flesh on his face and he let her go to grab her wrists, only to have his hands burned once he touched her skin.

Tightening her grip, she pulled his face down and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach and then the face. She spun back around, her eyes landed on the leather jacket again and she rushed towards it. As Esme went for the leather jacket, she could feel the panic raising in the demon’s. Scooping the leather jacket off the ground, she drew her gun with her free hand, released the safety and held it over the top of her car, pointing at the demon that had Cason as she placed the leather jacket over the back of the seat. “Release him or I’ll nuke you all.” she said in a voice and tone that didn’t sound like her at all. At the moment, Esme had control, but she could slowly feel it rising as she stared down the demon that had Cason and wasn’t sure if she could hold it long. The demon looked back at her with a smirk and yanked Cason up and closer to him, as if trying to use him as a shield to keep her from shooting him. “If you do that, you risk nuking him too.” he retorted, gesturing to Cason.

She narrowed her eyes at the demon, keeping her gun pointed at him as she gave her own little smirk. “How do you know I can’t be selective about who gets nuked?” At her words, she saw his eyes widen a bit and then clench his jaw before a smirk came to his face again. The next thing Esme knew, a demon grabbed her by the hair and they bashed her head twice against the car. A groan escaped her lips as they threw her to the ground. When she turned her head to the demon and tried to get up, he punched her in the jaw, knocking her out cold. Her body collapsed to the pavement with an audible thud. “Damn, she’s a fiery one.” the demon said, holding his now sizzling hand. Using his good hand, he grabbed Esme by the collar of her jacket and hoisted her up, then carefully tested her skin, finding it was now cool to the touch. He then lifted her and threw her over his shoulder and carried her to a police car and tossed her unconscious form in it as the other demon forced Cason into his police car with a smirk.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Name: Rosalie Aldaine

Nickname(s): Rose(by a select few), Aldaine

Species: Human/Woman of Letters

Age: 226, but looks to be about 28

Appearance: Olga Fonda


Relation to characters (optional): She knows of them and has heard about how they handle things, but is still not quite sure how she feels about them.

Bio: Rosalie Aldaine was born in the 1800s and brought up by a family involved in the Men of Letters. She became one of the first "Women" of Letters which was quite controversial at the time. Knowing this she sought to prove herself by performing with excellence for her & all other women interested in becoming legacies of the Letters in the future. During her continued tenure with the organization, she managed to rise to the occasion & beyond paving the way for others after her as she had initially intended. She met & fell in love with a powerful natural psychic & witch named Felix Haustin who had grand intentions to use the Men of Letters to carve out a great nation in the new world. Her love for him consumed her & caused her to follow in his steps to obtain eternal life to shape the group's future over the centuries. To that end he found and gave her water from the fountain of youth making the words Forever 21 take a whole new meaning for her.

However, her blind love for Felix dissipated upon learning that instead of also partaking in the fountain's water for eternal youth he instead turned himself into a dragon, one of the fiercest beasts in the world to compensate for his perceived lack of physical power. With her feelings cast aside, she glimpsed the evil brewing within Felix and stood with the other Men of Letters to take him down exposing what he did. This led to collaborating with the British Men of Letters to use Excalibur to slay the psychic witch protege turned dragon. She personally participated in the burning of his body and went on to resume her life's work with the Letters in order to keep the world rid of evil having seen it firsthand corrupt a man she loved deeply and once saw as her true love.

Over the next 200 years, Rosalie continued her work with the Letters, continuing to prove her worth and skills within their ranks even though most frowned upon her decision to partake in drinking water from the Fountain of Youth. Though most understood why she did and felt pity for her, but would never admit it to her face. With her life eternal, she witnessed her family grow, bear new life, and members of it pass away. She’s witnessed members of the Letters pass from being killed on the job or passing from old age, and new members were brought into the ranks and trained, her being one of the ones to train the new members. As time and years went by most of the Letters she knew and trusted passed, things became strained with the newer members for they saw her as one that shouldn’t be there despite all that she had done for the Chapter. Distrust and backstabbing spread through the Chapter, which caused her to gather her things and leave the American Chapter and join the British Chapter. Not to her surprise, they knew everything about her and what she had done for love and what she had done following that loves betrayal.

The British Chapter accepted her into their ranks, starting her out as the low man on the totem pole. Rosalie pushed herself to her limits to rise in rank and to the occasion, just as she had in the American Chapter. With her eternal life, they saw her as an asset as she shared her knowledge with them, and theirs with her. The more she learned from the British Men of Letters, the more of a force she became to reckon with. She excelled in every mission/case she was sent on and that only made her more of an asset to the Letters. Yes, there were some of their methods she didn’t approve of and would occasionally deviate from them to incorporate her own method, she still got the job done despite their disapproval and scolding when she came back. As time went on, she moved into the top ranks and they learned not to question her methods of taking care of whatever monster she came across and dealt with, they didn’t even scold her for how she took care of things since it was effective and she took care of the evidence and no one was the wiser.

After the fallout of the Letters, Rosalie pretty much went off and did her own thing. She tried to make a life for herself, going as far as finding a little house away from any town. She limited how often she visited town as to not draw attention to her eternal youth and have those she crossed paths with question her not aging. At first, she tried to get away from the life she had, but she kept being drawn back to it like a moth to a flame. She couldn’t keep herself from wanting to rid the world of its monsters as she had pledged all those years ago with Felix, the only difference now, was that she was going it alone. She made it her mission to kill the monsters she came across and heard about to keep them from killing innocents and wreaking havoc on the world, she couldn’t let any get away with it. Rosalie vowed to herself to keep fighting them and wouldn’t stop until she drew her last breath.

To this day, Rosalie has kept true to the vow she made herself and has never faltered. She has moved back to America and taken up residence in a Men of Letters bunker in St. Louis, Missouri, after hearing about the seals being broken and a series of murders and missing people. She knows she has to stop the seals from being broken and needs to find the monster responsible for the murders and missing people and put an end to it.

Weapons: A smallish satchel with a pocket dimension within it that holds her arsenal, knowledge of ancient and powerful magic, and time travel spells. She also carries a handgun on her person at all times.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme continued to look out the window with her head rested on her arm as they made their way down the highway, waiting on Cason to answer her question. As soon as he started talking, she glanced up and looked at his reflection in her window. When Cason finished explaining and shot a glance her way, she gave a soft and silent sigh as she closed her eyes briefly. She knew he was truly being honest with her. She could feel it and it put her a little at ease despite the situation they were driving towards. Esme found a little comfort in knowing that he could be honest with her, especially when she asked him to be. Plus, her being an Empath, she would know if he was being untruthful, it’s hard to lie to an Empath. Taking her eyes off his reflection, she looked back at the scenery passing by out the window. Adjusting her arm and head, she put her free hand on her forehead and rubbed it as it began to ache, then rubbed one of her temples. A common side effect when she wasn’t in a good place mentally.

Esme had closed her eyes at the same time Cason took his deep breath before speaking again. She listened to his words and couldn’t help but his the slightest of smiles as he confessed he had finally noticed she had been fighting with something mentally since they met. She softly shook her head, to say there wasn’t a need to apologize. “I guess you somewhat see why I act the way I do to certain things.” she whispered. She gave a shuddered, heavy sigh as she opened her eyes and swallowed hard. She dropped her hand from her head and into her lap, then buried her face in her arm for a moment before looking out the front window. “No one knows what I struggle with daily, not even Dean.” As she spoke, she barely sounded coherent, as if she had drifted off into her own world to keep from thinking about it. “Thank you, though.” A shiver overtook her as a partial memory flashed before her eyes before she could stop it, causing her to sigh again.

After somewhat regaining herself, adjusting her position, she reached over the seat and into the back seat and opened the cooler she kept back there. Esme pulled out a couple of bottles of water before closing it, then grabbed the black faded leather jacket that was draped over the seat. Turning back around, she made herself comfortable, then draped the jacket over her lap with care before setting the waters on the seat between them. She then reached for the glove box and opened it, pulled out a bottle of painkillers, then opened it and dumped two into her hand before closing it and putting the bottle back into the glove box and shutting it. Popping the pills into her mouth, she grabbed one bottle of water, opened it, and took a to wash the pills down. After putting the cap back on, she set it in the seat next to her, then took the jacket and folded it into a makeshift pillow with care.

Sinking down into the seat, she placed the jacket against the window and laid her head on it, then crossed her arms over the chest Esme nuzzled her face against the jacket before looking out the front window and took in the scent on the jacket, the scents on the jacket almost instantly making her body relax and her mind calm. The jacket almost severed as a security blanket and it held a special place in her heart, which was clear to see. The more she took in deep breaths and the scents of the jacket, the more her body relaxed and the calmer her mind became. Eventually, the jacket relaxed her so much; it caused her to doze off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme smiled softly as she heard and felt Dean follow her into the kitchen and remained when he took the bags from her and placed them on the floor beside the refrigerator. When he took her by the hips and pushed her towards the counter, she looked up into his face. Her smile faded at his words and the panic on his face. When he asked to look, she turned her head slightly as he took her hand and the bandana, wincing a bit as he pulled it from her cheek, her hand dropping to her side as he took the bandana into his fingers. His next words made her wince a little, but smile inwardly at his protectiveness and need to go back and handle everything. She knew she looked rough after her interaction with the bikers, but not that rough. She hadn’t expected this much of a reaction out of him. Sure, she expected him to be worried and upset about the state she came back in, but she hadn’t expected him to feel guilty about it.

Esme tried to get a word in, but it was impossible in his panicked state of mind. So, she remained quiet as he spoke and watched him as he looked at her cheek, then hovered his hands along her torso and looked the rest of her over as if he could see through her shirt. She could feel his mixture of emotions heavily and they were weighing on her. She always hated when he felt like this and it was always hard not to be overwhelmed by them with how strongly he felt things. When Dean took a deep breath and rested his hand on her uninjured cheek, she also took a deep breath as she leaned her cheek into his hand. As he closed his eyes, she brought her hand up and rested it on his in an attempt to help him calm his nerves. She closed her eyes briefly and rubbed his hand with her thumb, then opened her eyes to look up at him and placed her free hand on his bicep, giving it a squeeze.

She stepped closer to Dean, moving her hand from his bicep to his cheek with a gentle ‘shh’ as she ran her thumb along his cheek. Esme then pulled his face down to hers to rest his forehead on hers. “Breathe.” she whispered warmly to him. “I’m alright. You’ve seen me in worse shape than this before.” She closed her eyes and took in a breath, slowly letting it out through her nose. “It was just a couple of leather-clad asshats. Apparently, they thought I was going to be an easy target. When I refused their advances and fought back, they got a little rough.” she told him. “When I drew my gun and told them I’d shoot something off they may need later, they called me a psycho bitch and ran off.” She gave a little laugh, quickly regretting it as pain shot through her stomach and ribs, making her wince. “I have to admit, the temptation to shoot their asses was strong.”

She held back the laugh that threatened to show itself at her comment and softly sighed. The temptation to shoot them was real, but knew that it would have done nothing to improve their stupidity, but hoped that having a gun pulled on them would make them think twice about attacking another woman. “My other injuries are just bruises here and there, I think. Nothing a little ice and a good soak in a bath later can’t cure.” she spoke warmly with a small smile as she opened her eyes and softly nuzzled his nose with hers. As far as she knew, her back, stomach, and ribs were just bruised from everything. Her ribs didn’t feel broken, just a little tender from being kicked so hard, then again, you couldn’t be too sure when it came to ribs. Tilting her head a bit, her lips met his in a sweet kiss as she closed her eyes. Pulling back a bit, she looked into his eyes. “I look worse than I feel. Please don’t let your anger, guilt, and worry get the best of you.” she whispered softly against his lips. Esme then took Dean's face into her hands, holding his face just far enough away to see her face, and she smiled warmly. "Really, I'm alright. Just promise me you'll stay here and not do anything stupid like going off after those two. Okay?" She then tilted his head down to place a kiss on his forehead, then tilted it again to kiss his nose, cheeks, and finally his lips all in an attempt to get him to calm down and listen to her.

Sam Winchester

Before Esme’s return, Sam had to think about his brother’s answers and questions in response to his own question. He could hear the confusion in his brother’s tone and it made him choose his words carefully. “Maybe they bothered her but didn’t affect her then like they do now.” he started. “Perhaps all her time hunting alone has made her act to and see things differently.” He fell quiet for a moment, watching Dean as he thought about what else he had said about not laughing fast enough and Esme being afraid of him, causing a soft sigh to escape him. “No, I don’t think she is afraid of you because you went to Hell. If she was, she wouldn’t have gone off with you for a drink and to catch up or come here to help us with Madison.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. He fell quiet again, thinking about his next words as he continued to look over at Dean. “The way I see it, you have both changed in many ways from your time apart. It’s going to take some time and patients to learn what those ways are and work your way through them.” he told his brother. “Just her coming back shows she wants to be here with you.”

After Esme’s return, Sam couldn't help but notice how Dean and Madison perked up when they heard Esme’s car door close. It had brought a smile to his face. He could also see how disheveled she looked when she came through the door but didn’t react as to not get a rise out of Dean or Madison, even though he was concerned for the woman and wondered what had happened while she was out for the short time. It wasn’t hard to miss his brother's reaction to her appearance and see the worry on his face for her. Madison’s words of excitement and her taking his hand pulled his attention from the two, and he smiled warmly at her with a small chuckle. “I knew she couldn’t stay away long.” he told her. He then looked back at Dean and watched as he followed Esme to the kitchen like a puppy, but shot him a glace, telling him to grab the rest before going into the kitchen with Esme. He watched the two disappear behind the wall, then faintly heard Dean’s voice talking to Esme.

When Madison awkwardly let go of his hand, he looked back at her as she pushed her hair behind her ears and shrugged her shoulders before speaking to him. A warm smile came to his face as he looked at her and he shook his head. “It’s alright, I don’t blame you for getting scared when you heard Dean say Esme wasn’t coming back. I would have felt the same if I were in your shoes.” he told her in a warm tone. “I’d be happy to have your help with the rest.” He knew that if Madison helped him with the rest, even if he didn’t need it, it would give Dean and Esme a little more time together and also give Dean the chance to take care of Esme. With a warm smile still on his face, Sam stood from his chair and turned to Madison, offering her a hand to help her out of her chair. “Let’s go get those bags.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme listened to Cason’s footsteps behind her as she walked to her car. It was as if he was a puppy following their favorite person. Having a demon that was smitten with her and doing all they could to keep her safe and alive instead of trying to kill her at all costs was still strange to her. All she did was help Annabeth by taking away her pain and stitching up her wounds that were caused by an angel named Samael, for him to say he was in her debt. She still couldn’t believe that she was running around with a demon and hellhounds, two things she was taught to kill and never trust. If her family was here now and knew all that she had been through since their passing, she could only imagine what they would say about it and tell her how big of a mistake she was making trusting him, because he could turn around and stab her in the back at any moment.

In the back of her mind, she knew full well it was a possibility. She knew Cason could decide to kill her himself or even send a hellhound after her, though wondered if his feelings for her would impede that. It was a thought she had sitting on the back burner to think about when she actually had a chance to think about things other than cases that were thrown in her lap or being overwhelmed by everyone's emotions and being completely exhausted from it. With the way things have been going, she hardly had the time to think about things that revolved around herself since she met up with the Winchesters and the others after hearing of Dean being alive. Since meeting up with them, it had been one giant crap sandwich after another and seemed like more were on the menu, with no end in sight just yet. She hoped they could all get through this with no fatalities and if anything were to go right, it would be the town and its residents got through it in one piece.

When Cason caught up with Esme and ran his finger from her bicep and down her arm, she flinched at his touch. She didn’t put up much of a fight to keep him from prying her keys from her hand. For once, she didn’t really want to drive. She didn’t want to have to concentrate on the road and where they were headed. A chance to sit in the passenger’s seat and relax sounded too good to pass up. When Cason quickly planted a kiss on her cheek, she flinched and paused in her tracks as he jogged to her car. She closed in on herself a bit, just barely catching his words, smile, and him starting her car. She was fighting against the images that flashed before her eyes of a past event and scolding herself for letting a simple action affect her still after all the time that had passed. Esme had thought she had somewhat gained control of it, but with her mental state not being the best at the moment, it made it hard to bottle and hold back the flinching like she had.

It’s been a year and a half since the event and it still had its claws deep in her. She mentally kicked herself and scolded herself for being so weak and letting it still affect her, and told herself she was better and stronger than this. Shaking herself to snap herself out of it, she walked to the passenger’s side of her car without a fuss to Cason, who was in the driver's seat. Esme didn’t have it in her to complain about who was driving. She was just too mentally tired to fight with him over it. Once at the car door, she opened it with a shaky hand, got in, then shut the door and ran a hand through her hair as she leaned back in the seat. “Ready when you are.” she sighed as she looked over at him. She then turned her gaze out the window as she sighed again. Propping her arm up on the door, she rested her head on her arm as she continued to look out the window.

“Be honest with me.” she said after being silent for a while. “Do you think we really have a shot at this?” She asked so that she could get her mind on other things and she honestly wanted to know what he thought.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

As Esme leaned against the counter in the kitchen, she became more and more lost in her own thoughts and eventually zoned out. Most of the conversations going on around her went unheard, but there were a few things that made their way through her heavy thoughts. She just barely caught the conversion of who was riding with who on the way to the town they were headed to and hardly any of the conversation that Natalia had on her phone. Her mind was still swimming with all the potential outcomes of the case, if they managed to keep the seal from being broken or not. What exactly would they go through when they got to the town and began to keep the demons from breaking the seal and what would happen if Samhain was in fact risen? She unconsciously gripped her beer bottle tighter as scenarios flashed before her eyes. Esme knew this was going to be the biggest thing she had ever faced in her time as a hunter.

When Cason approached her and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, she was completely oblivious until he gripped her waist, leaned in, and whispered in her ear. The action caused her to flinch and take in a sharp breath as she looked at him as he pulled back. Esme could see that he was scanning her eyes and trying to read her emotion before he spoke again. She had to admit to herself that she wanted to go along with what he said. She did just want to leave Bobby’s and be on the road for a while. As she saw his sweet smile and she worked to find her words, Esme didn’t realize that he worked to scrunch up the fabric of her shirt or the fact that his arm was still around her. “I’ll be better once I get out of here for a bit.” she said in a low tone. “Leaving before the others sounds………” She trailed off when she felt Cason’s thumb on her skin just above her hip and flinched.

She knew what he was trying to do. Calming someone was much easier with skin to skin contact, but did he really have to worm his way under her shirt to touch around her hip for the skin contact? His was calming her, but really? It was feeling like a losing battle to keep him from getting so close, almost as if he had no knowledge or didn’t care about personal boundaries. “Really? You couldn’t have just taken my hand?” she asked him with a raised brow. After a moment, Esme pulled away from him and downed the rest of her beer, and tossed the bottle in the trash. “Come on, let’s get a head start.” she said to Cason before walking to the door. She turned once at the door and looked at the two women in the kitchen. “We’ll meet you all there.” she told them, then walked out the kitchen door without waiting for a reply. As she walked to her car, she pulled her keys from her pocket with a small sigh.

She was just about tempted to let Cason drive her car, just so she could relax in the passenger’s seat on the way there and not worry about too much. Though it was really hard for her to let anyone drive her car, the only ones that had ever been behind the wheel were her parents, herself, and Dean. Then there was the demon that Cason had to retrieve her car against her will, which still got under her skin a bit. Was she in a fit state to drive? Probably not. Could she drive? Yes. Esme had driven in a far worse state before and had made it to her destination just fine, with only a few minor hiccups on the way.