Wolvena

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

Arabella smiled warmly as Harper spoke. “Ah, it was nothing. I was just trying to help out a fellow hunter.” she told her. “Plus, us women have to help each other out every now and then in this business. We can’t rely too much on these men who act like boys.” she added with a light laugh and wince. As she sat on the bed and Harper sterilized a new needle and pulled out what she needed, Bella tried once again to at least pull her left arm out of the sleeve of her jacket. This time being successful, unlike the last time. Bending her body slightly, to loosen some tension from her jacket, she pulled her right arm from the sleeve with a wince and a slight hiss. Her attention was pulled away from the pain at Harper’s voice, causing Bella to sigh and nod softly as she held her jacket. “Don’t I know it.” she replied. “But you’re right, I’ll be better than having it sticking out of my side, that’s for sure.” she told her. Moving her jacket into her lap, Bella laid on her left side across the bed, placing her right arm above her head.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but she figured it would make things a little easier for Harper and a clear view of what she was working with. Resting her head on her left arm, she looked over at Harper. “Ready when you are.” she told her. Bella then tried to relax as much as she could and prepare herself for the pain she was about to feel. She knew Harper was going to have a little trouble freeing her jacket from her side before she could even get to work on the wood shard. The more she thought about it, the more she knew that it would more than likely have to happen, which she didn’t like. Sighing inwardly she forced herself to say it. “If you need to, you can get my pocketknife from my jacket pocket and make that hole in the jacket bigger so it’s easier to take off.” Bella told Harper. Bella only hoped that the hole left wouldn’t be too big, that way she could patch the hole herself. Come to think of it, she's repaired most of her clothes that had become ripped or gotten holes in them over the years from cases.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

As Esme walked to the park, she continued to clutch the bag tight to her chest. Almost as if she feared someone was going to come up and take it from her. Her reason for going to the park was not only to give Duke space to think about what he wanted to do but to also give herself time to think and to somewhat get back to what she was doing before getting tangled up with the group. She felt that she had been pulled away from it for too long and needed to get back to it. Before she had heard of Dean returning from the dead, she had been chest-deep in research, looking for answers on what took the lives of her father and other family all in one day. Esme still felt the need to find out what had really happened and what monster had done it, and then deal with the monster to avenge the death of her family. She could only hope that looking at every inch of her father's journal, which she carried in the small bag, would reveal all if not most of the answers she was so desperately looking for.

At the sound of Duke’s truck door slamming, Esme flinched, then paused in her tracks. She didn’t dare turn around to see him driving out of the parking lot. She couldn’t bear to watch him drive away. She knew that he was someone who needed to drive to clear their mind, like her, but knew that he could still decide to leave while taking that thought-filled drive. However, she still wanted to have hope that he would return. After the sound of Duke’s truck faded away, Esme started walking to the park once more. Once there, she sat down at one of the tables, then pulled her father’s journal from the purple bag she had been clutching to her chest. She placed the bag flat on the table in front of her, then placed the journal on top of the bag opening it. Before looking over its pages, she looked over at Sarah, who had apparently decided to stay close, to see her lying on the ground next to her. “You don’t have to stick so close. You can wander around if you’d like.” she whispered softly to the Hellhound. Sarah gave a small sigh in return but didn’t move.

Forty five minutes later

As she poured herself over the pages of the journal, the scent of rain was brought in on the breeze, and the sounds of thunder could be heard in the distance. However, that was all drowned out by how focused she became on the pages in front of her. She didn’t smell the rain and she didn’t hear the thunder anymore, she didn’t even hear the other people and their dogs that were in the park. When the first few raindrops appeared, she was still stuck within the pages of the journal, it wasn’t until the sprinkle got heavier did she even notice the rain. She was pulled from the pages and noticed she and Sarah were the only ones left in the park. Quickly closing the journal, she slid it into the purple bag, stood from the table, and looked at Sarah. “Let’s head back to the room before this gets even heavier.” she told her. After receiving a bark in response, Esme tucked the bag under her jacket and jogged back to the room with Sarah close at her side. At the door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door, letting Sarah in first and then following in after her.

Once inside, she pulled the bag from under her jacket and placed it on the dresser, then shrugged off her damp jacket, and hung it on the back of a chair. As she went to the bathroom, to dry her hair with a towel, the first thing she noticed was how empty the room was without Duke there. In just the short time he had been around, she had gotten quite used to him being there. After tending to her hair and drying her face, Esme headed back to the main part of the room and looked around with a sigh. There wasn’t much she could do without a car or until the others were up and getting around. So she decided to get back to what she was doing in the park. Going to her bag she dug out an iPod and a pair of headphones that she had swiped from some douchebag teenager a couple of weeks before running into Natalia. She then walked over to the bed, grabbing the journal as she walked by the dresser. Adjusting the sheets and blanket, Esme climbed onto the bed and made herself comfortable after propping herself up against the headboard.

Laying the journal on her lap, she placed the headphones on her ears and turned on the iPod. After selecting a song and turning up the volume, she placed the iPod on the bed next to her and opened the journal, getting lost in its pages once again. When Esme closed herself off from her surroundings, Sarah went over and jumped up on the end of the bed and laid down by Esme’s feet. Sarah laid her head on her paws, making sure she could see Esme and the door at the same time. A short time later, Sarah’s head rose from her paws when she heard movement outside the door. She looked between the door and Esme, almost as if she was trying to get Esme to notice someone was at the door. Then came a gentle knock on the door, Sarah looked at Esme but she didn’t move. She even nudged Esme’s foot but she didn’t seem to notice. Sliding off the bed, Sarah walked over to the door and opened it with a bit of difficulty. Using her paw and nose, she pulled open the door and looked at Duke who was soaked.

Sarah carefully stepped forward and gently took hold of the corner of Duke’s jacket and slowly pulled him into the doorway. Once he was inside, Sarah backed away and went back over to Esme, who hadn’t noticed Duke yet. She nudged Esme’s arm, then poked her in the ribs with her nose, which caused Esme to jump and look over at Sarah. “What is it?” she asked a little loudly. Before she saw Sarah look towards the door, Esme saw someone standing at the door out of the corner of her eye. She jumped in surprise and took to her feet, causing the journal to fall to the floor at her feet. When she realized it was Duke, she pulled the headphones down to rest around her neck and looked over at the sad wet cowboy, surprise written on her face upon seeing him. “Y…. You came back?” she softly questioned. She honestly thought when he made the decision to stay, he wouldn’t have returned until later in the day. And even though she was surprised he had come back so soon, she was overjoyed to see him standing there but hated seeing him so sad. She wanted to go over to him, to hug him, and to kiss him, but after thinking of him leaving without a word, she hesitated not knowing how he’d react.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

As Esme watched Duke’s actions, she continued to lean against the door with the back of her hand resting against Sarah to keep her emotions under control. Her other hand, she brought behind her, and tucked her thumb into the back pocket of her jeans. It was a challenge keeping her face neutral and not letting it show how she was feeling, but she had a feeling she was failing miserably. She was only feeling a fraction of what Duke's emotions really were, thanks to the contact with Sarah. When he spoke, she swallowed a bit hard, just realizing how much he had been struggling with things. She mentally kicked herself for not seeing it sooner, and for letting herself get caught up in the moment with him and making it even harder for him. It was never her intention to get caught up in what she used to have, because she wasn’t sure it would have been at all possible at the time.

When he continued, she looked up from his chest and to his face, which was covered by his cowboy hat. His words hit her much harder than she thought they would, especially the part about how he used to matter to Dean and herself, and it caused her body to tense up. For a moment, the thought of him thinking he didn’t matter to her came to her mind. He still mattered to her, he always had even with them being a part. It also hurt knowing he felt better on his own but she could understand how it would. It even bothered her hearing him say that none of the others wanted him there and he thought she felt safe with all of them. Her gaze dropped to the concrete under her boots, sighing as she closed her eyes. When he finished speaking, she couldn’t bring herself to lift her gaze to meet his. She was struggling to find the right words to respond with.

She also was fighting the urge to reach out to him, only because she was afraid he’d pull away from her more. During this, Sarah had moved closer to Esme and was now leaning against her, pushing her into the door behind her. Taking a breath, Esme slowly let it out and lifted gaze just enough to see Duke’s boots. “Safety?” she said softly, trying to keep her tone even. She shook her head, fighting the tears that threatened to show themselves, then finally lifted her gaze to meet his. “You really think I feel safe with all of them? I haven’t felt safe in years.” Her voice rose a bit as she looked at him, and fought against her tears. She wasn’t about to start crying, she refused to cry at this moment. “I understand you not wanting to intrude on what he has, but I don’t understand what makes you think you're unwanted. I haven’t picked up on anything that should make you think that way.”

Esme sighed heavily as she pulled her hand from her back pocket and ran it through her hair in her own frustration. Even though she was still trying to hide just how she felt, it showed in her eyes just how hard his words hit her. She then tried to pull herself away from the door but Sarah leaned into her even more, pinning her even more to the door of the room, which creaked a bit. She tired again, and Sarah pushed more, causing the door to creak more. Esme put all her weight into Sarah and shoved her enough to free herself and walked away from the door but not towards Duke. “You matter to a hell of a lot more than just the people you help, you always have.” she said, turning to face him again. She momentarily fell silent as she looked over at him, obviously thinking about her next words. She then sighed heavily once again, running both of her hands through her long hair.

“If you don’t know where you’re going, that should be a sign.” she told him, her voice cracking slightly. She did see it as a sign, a sign that was telling him he was doing the wrong thing, being too quick to act on how he felt. Turning slightly, she looked over at a park nearby, watching the dogs running around and playing. “I know you don’t want to hear this but you should sit down and really think about what you want to do. Make sure you’re certain you want to leave now…… And if you still want to leave, I won’t stop you.” she told him. She didn’t want to be upset or angry with what he chose. That’s why she worded it the way she did. Walking back to the room door, she pulled out her key and unlocked the door, walked in, and moments later she walked back out with her hair brushed and with a small dark purple bag.

After closing the door, she started to walk away but stopped and looked at him, clutching the bag to her chest. “I’ll support whatever you decide to do.” But I hope you stick around. she finished the sentence to herself. Even though she wanted to, she could say it out loud. She didn’t want to influence his decision and make him feel obligated to stay. He was a grown man capable of making his own decisions. He didn’t need her saying things to make it even harder than it already appeared to be. “I’ll give you some space to think.” she told him softly. She then walked away, heading in the direction of the park with Sarah in tow at her side. If he decided to leave, she didn’t want to see him getting into his truck and driving off. It would just make her feel even worse than she already did. It didn’t help matters that he was breaking the promise he made to her last night, especially when he wasn’t one to break promises.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

As Esme took the chocolate and a couple of other things out of her glovebox, setting them on the seat beside her, her thoughts went back to Duke’s reply of getting food. A new smile came to her lips but faded slightly as the rest came to mind. As much as she wanted to sit here and wait for Bobby, she was in the same mindset as Duke. They couldn’t just sit there like ducks, waiting for another attack by idiotic demons who wanted to kidnap her. That was one of the last things she wanted to happen to her. She was neither in the mood nor shape to hold off another attack and didn’t want to put any more stress on Duke. The poor guy had been through enough that night. After Duke agreed to help her get her bags in his truck, a warm smile made it to her lips that was taken over by a laugh as she looked over her shoulder. “If you had it your way, that’s all I’d be wearing.” she said playfully. She then placed the items from her glovebox into a royal purple zippered pouch with a running white wolf on it.

Esme sat up in the seat and tucked the pouch into the inside pocket of her jacket. As she sat in the seat, she watched Duke through the mirrors of her car. It surprised her, that despite everything that went on that night, Duke was still in rather good spirits. Then again, it did take a lot to bring his spirits down, which a lot had happened and yet here he was still smiling brightly. After he had put her bags in the truck bed and jogged back, she stepped out of her car, a smile resting on her lips. “That sounds like a great idea.” she said looking up at him with a laugh. “Let’s just hope this place makes it right, unlike the last one I had.” She shivered at the thought of the last burrito she had, that was a terribly rough night. Shaking the thought from her mind, she shut the car door, then walked to her trunk, pulled out a small bag then shut the trunk. Walking back over to him, she took his hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Giving his hand a squeeze, she led the way over to his truck.
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Esme slept peacefully through the night, which was a rare thing. Not one nightmare plagued her dreams during the night or even early that morning. Her dreams were about the good times she had with the boys and then turned into ones only with her and Duke. Though most of them involved instances where they weren’t hunters, but people living an ordinary life. One of those dreams was of them going on that trip they had planned all those years ago but as normal people. What a beautiful dream it was too, but that’s just what it was, a dream. She was so committed to this life that she couldn’t see herself living a normal life, especially now with demons trying to kidnap her every chance they got. Even if she tried to be normal, she knew at some point there would be some black-eyed asshole laying in wait around a corner. If she didn’t have these abilities, maybe, just maybe it could be possible. What was it about her abilities that made her so desirable to demons? How the hell did she even get them? She didn’t mind the empathy too much, but being psychic was rough.

After Duke got out of bed, Esme began to slowly wake up from the empty feeling the bed had. As she lay there, her thoughts were far from him getting dressed to leave, she thought he had gone to the bathroom and would be back. When he didn’t return in the time she thought he should have, her eyes fluttered open just in time to catch Duke closing the door behind him, fully dressed and with his backpack. A frown appeared on her face as she jumped up out of bed and quickly got herself dressed so she could catch him. Running to the door and grabbing a key off the dresser, Esme stuffed the key into the back pocket of her jeans and somewhat tamed her hair with her fingers then opened the door, seeing Duke about to get into his truck. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting out, she did her best to relax to hide how she was feeling. “Taking one from my book, huh Cowboy?” she said calmly. She shifted her weight between her feet before leaning back on the closed door of the room and sighing quietly to herself as she looked at him.

“I guess this is karma coming back to bite me in the ass.” she said, mostly to herself. Her gaze dropped to the pavement, now knowing how Duke and Dean must have felt with the way she left all those years ago. This was definitely karma coming back to bite her, she knew for a fact it was. “I know you told me you never intended to stay very long.” she said, lifting her gaze to the tailgate of his truck. “I never intended to stay long either. I had planned to see if the rumor was true about Dean coming back from Hell and then leaving, but things happened and I ended up staying. I did try to leave though, and against my better judgment, I ended up staying because he practically begged me to. And to be brutally honest with you, I still feel like leaving.” she admitted. Esme sighed heavily as she ran her hand through her hair, bringing it all to rest on one shoulder. She didn’t know what made her tell him all that, but she was glad she did. She knew she didn’t have to tell him, but she felt like he should know.

She really did feel like leaving still but was struggling to make herself do it. Part of it was because Dean wanted her to stay, the other was because she was afraid of being ambushed by demons and being locked away and tortured again if she was on her own. Which was something she never planned to admit to anyone. That fear lingered in the back of her mind constantly. No matter how much she tried to shove it down and forget, it was always there.

“I also still stand by what I said. I wouldn’t stop you when you were ready.” she added after a short pause. Esme fell silent as she searched her mind for her next words. Before she could find them, Sarah came and sat next to her and rested her head against Esme. Esme brushed the back of her fingers against Sarah’s shoulder and continued speaking. “I just don’t know what has made you want to leave so suddenly…… Is it because of my powers or Sarah?…… You don’t want to get caught up in what tends to follow the Winchester name or are you afraid of getting hurt again?” She sighed, lifting her gaze higher, so she was now looking at his chest. “If your answer is yes to some or all of those questions…… I can’t say I blame you for wanting to leave so suddenly. I would too if I were in your boots.” She fell silent and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket and waited for some kind of response, either it be him answering her or getting in his truck and leaving in silence. She hoped that he would talk to her.

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

Still leaning against the bags on her bike, Arabella nodded to Harper's words as she fiddled with a charm on her bracelet. She could understand her reasoning for wanting to get patched up first. If she were the one with glass stuck in her side and could feel it working its way in deeper, she’d definitely suggest being patched up first. “Yeah, that’s perfectly fine with me…. It actually makes more sense for you to get patched up first.” she replied to Harper’s explanation. “Plus, I don’t think you’d want me digging around in your side for that glass once it works its way out of sight.” she added. A slight shiver ran down her spine at the thought of digging out the glass from Harper’s side. That’s one thing she didn’t want to do to someone she had just met. Digging a bullet out of someone was just as bad, which she had done a few times.

Carefully lifting herself off her bags, she grabbed the strap of the top one and put it over her left shoulder, wincing slightly at the movement. She then took hold of the other bags' handles and followed Harper to her room, then stepped into the room after she was invited in. After Harper closed the door behind them, Bella dropped her bags by the door and out of the way. She then gingerly worked herself out of her jacket while Harper did the same, then gingerly, and with some difficulty, she worked the jacket off the wood protruding from her side. She then draped it over the back of the chair close to the door. As she turned away from the chair, Bella caught Harper wrinkling her nose in irritation at her ripped shirt, which made a smile tug at the corner of her lips despite the throbbing pain in her side. She too was irritated that her jacket and shirt now had a hole in them now.

A silent sigh escaped Bella at Harper’s mutter, that was her thoughts exactly. As Harper freed the glass shard from her shirt, pulled out the bottle of vodka, and sterilized the wound, Bella cleaned her hands and prepared herself to extract the glass shard and close the wound. Harper’s voice brought her out of her head and back to the situation. “Right.” she replied, walking over to the bed, seeing the look in Harper’s eyes. “You know, you don’t strike me as someone that would normally do it this way. You strike me as someone that would have just pulled out the shard as if it was nothing, sewed up the wound, and then slapped on a bandage and called it a night.” Bella said with a small laugh in her tone. That was her normal thing to do if she was on her own somewhere. She was tempted to do the same thing with the wood protruding from her but knew that she risked the chance of making the wound worse if she didn’t do it right.

“Anyway, let’s get this out of your side.” she added quickly as she sat on the bed. Grabbing the first aid kit, she laid it out next to her, took out what she would need, and sterilized the needle as well. Once she had everything she was going to need laid out and within reach, she looked up at Harper briefly. “Alright, here we go.” she said, giving her a warning. Bella then set to work removing the shard of glass, trying to cause Harper as little pain as possible as she worked the glass out of her side. Once the glass was out, Arabella laid it to the side, then began to stitch up the wound after she gently wiped away some of the blood. After the last stitch was in place, she cleaned around the stitches, put ointment on and around them, then put a bandage over her work. “There we are.” she sighed as she pulled away from Harper.

Slowly taking to her feet with a wince, Bella walked to the bathroom to wash Harper’s blood from her hands. “Those should hold up pretty well.” she said from the bathroom. Once her hands were clean, she came back and sat on the bed. “You still feel up to helping me with this?” she asked, gesturing to the wood sticking out of her side. “If not, I think I might be able to take care of it myself.” she added in a warm tone.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

Before Esme had asked Duke to grab her a chocolate bar and the painkillers from her car, Duke’s words repeated in her head. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t deny how happy she was to hear, “I’m not gonna go nowhere without you. If I leave, you leave,” come from his mouth, but in the back of her mind she had slight doubts about it actually happening that way because of how her luck was. She quickly pushed the intrusive thoughts to the back of her mind as Duke slowly walked her back to lean against her car. After finding her footing and leaning against the car, she watched Duke make his way around to the other side of the car, eager to help her in any way he could. As she watched him open the passenger side door, Sarah made her to Esme’s side to make sure she didn’t fall. Esme lifted her hand and placed it on Sarah’s head, giving it a scratch and silently letting her know she was alright. Sarah leaned into Esme when she moved her hand from the top of her head to her ear, then down to her neck, and patted it.

Watching Duke open the glovebox and pull out the chocolate and painkillers and pocket them while waiting for his answer to her question, caused a memory to quickly flash before her eyes of a different time. It had been the first time she had overused and had also been overwhelmed by her Empathic abilities around Duke, and it had been Dean that had grabbed the chocolate and painkillers while poor Duke stood off to the side completely confused about what was going on with her. That night she hadn’t been leaning against her beloved Chevelle like she was tonight, it had been Dean’s Impala outside a dilapidated warehouse that had once held a pack of Werewolves. They had played it off like she was suffering from low blood sugar so that they didn’t have to come clean about what she was capable of just yet. Though neither one of them knew for sure if he had truly bought it or not. She was brought back to the present by his chuckle and heard him come back to her side. After he opened the chocolate bar and handed it to her, she took it from him, then took a small bite.

When Duke spoke, a small smile came to her lips that was followed by a laugh to match his. She had also lowered her gaze to the chocolate bar in her hand as her cheeks flushed from him calling her, “His girl.” The words almost sounded too strange leaving his lips even with it making her happy to be called “his girl.” Though when he pulled the pill bottle from his pocket and read the label in the dim moonlight, she found herself questioning the words for some odd reason. Maybe it was because of events from her past, or maybe it could be because she was mentally and physically tired from losing control of her abilities that night, but she knew she shouldn’t be questioning it since she knew what kind of person Duke was. Esme mentally kicked herself for letting her mind drift and then pulled her attention back to Duke. A warm smile made it to her lips at his next words, brightening up the tired features of her face. Lifting her gaze from her chocolate bar, she looked up into his face catching his wince and apologetic look for not having anything for her to drink.

“Dry is fine. You should know this isn’t the first time I’ve had to swallow them dry.” she told him warmly as she took the pills from his hand. While Duke made his call to Bobby, Esme had taken the painkillers and had also managed to close the hood of her car, with the help of Sarah, who made sure she didn’t fall. As he spoke to Bobby, Esme leaned against her car, breaking off pieces of the chocolate bar and nibbling on them. She didn’t focus much on what Duke said to Bobby, because she was mostly focused on not eating the chocolate too fast and making herself sick. At his proud chuckle, she looked up at him just as he was looking at her. A relieved smile made its way to her lips hearing Bobby would come and pick up her car. A thought then hit her, with how things seemed to be going, maybe she would be better off leaving it at Bobby’s for a while. Yes, she loved having her car for those times she needed to go off on her own, but recent events had made it quite difficult even to drive her beloved car.

“Awesome! That means I have one less thing to worry about!” she said happily, which was followed by a light laugh. Then she slowly walked around him to the open driver’s door of her car, then sat down in the driver’s seat, leaning her shoulder against the back of the seat as she looked at him. “I’ll go along with going back to the motel, only because I know you’ll argue with me about going somewhere to get a bite after what you’ve witnessed tonight, but that’s only if you promise me we’ll pick something up on the way back.” she grinned. She knew he’d want to whisk her straight back to the motel now that her car situation had been resolved, even though they were both hungry and needed to eat. She knew he wouldn’t want to risk anything else happening to her with how weak she was after going nuclear. Esme then quickly glanced at her attire, and then back up and at the trunk of her car, and sighed softly. Before they left, she was definitely going to grab the duffle bag that had her clothes. She wasn’t about to let herself be stranded without them again.

“Could you help me with my duffles bags? I’m not looking forward to being stranded without clothes again and having to borrow from one of the girls again…. Unless you want to lend me something of yours to wear.” she said in a teasing tone followed by a mischievous grin. Esme knew Mika wouldn’t be too happy about having to lend her some of her clothes to wear again. She then popped one more piece of chocolate into her mouth before she folded the wrapper around the remaining chocolate and tucked it into a pocket of her jacket. Esme then scooted herself back and laid across the seat, opened the glovebox, and proceeded to fish out the remaining chocolate bars. She didn’t want to leave them in there with her car going to Bobby’s for a few days. By the time they made it to Bobby’s, there could be a mess waiting for her in the form of melted chocolate.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

When Esme heard Duke’s answer to her question, she visibly winced even though she already knew the answer. If he had said no, she would have honestly been surprised. Scaring him and sending him running was the last thing she wanted, but when he kissed the side of her face and continued to talk, she nodded to show she understood, and the thought of him running at that moment faded. She smiled ever so slightly when he said it wasn’t the weirdest thing he’s seen but it was the weirdest from her and thought he was okay, and not killing him was a plus. She understood that he’d need time to process seeing her become a demon nuke, but part of her was glad that he witnessed it without the others after telling him about it not that long ago. And now he knew for sure that he wouldn’t get harmed or killed when it happened.

Esme kept her head rested against Duke and opened her eyes looking up at the night sky. Even though it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere at that moment, she did wonder if this whole thing would cause him to leave earlier than he intended. She pushed the intruding thought from her mind like she had done earlier that night. Knowing he was uneasy about this side of her, the old Esme would have started to push him away to keep him from witnessing anything more and possibly getting hurt trying to help her through it. She had tried to push both Duke and Dean away several times in the past when it came to her empathy getting the better of her but Dean fought against her and won. Now being older with a new ability, and going through so much on her own, it actually scared her of what it meant to go it alone and what this power meant. Truthfully, she didn’t want to go it alone this time.

Tilting her head, she rested her forehead against Duke’s neck, then released a soft sigh through her nose as she held onto his arms. “It’s always a plus when no one dies.” she breathed, nuzzling her head against him. “I know this whole thing has to have you uneasy and confused. This is the second time this has happened and I’m still confused about it.” She paused and closed her eyes briefly as she took a deep breath and slowly released it, due to her head pounding. “I’m sure yo……” She pauses again with a wince because of her pounding head and sighs softly. “You’re waiting for me to start pushing you away because that’s what I do. I push people away when I think it’s something I need to deal with on my own or I’m afraid they might get hurt if they stick around……” Esme then lifted her head from his shoulder and released his arm from her grip, she then slowly turned in his arms so she could see his face. “I’m not going to push you away. I’m done pushing others away.” she breathed looking into his face.

Lifting a hand, Esme gently placed it on his cheek. “I don’t want to go it alone anymore…. But if you do decide that this is all too much for you to handle and you need out…. I won’t stop you. I won’t force you to stay.” She spoke the truth. If he did want to leave because he didn’t know how to handle this or if it became too much, she wouldn’t stop him from going even though she didn’t want him to. She wasn’t one to force anyone to stay where they didn’t want to be, even if it hurt like hell to see them leave. She wasn’t that selfish of a person. “I love you too much to do that.” she told him as she ran her thumb across his cheek. Esme fell silent, watching him for a moment before she let her head fall into her free hand with a slight groan, closed her eyes, and messaged her temple. Her other hand slid from Duke’s cheek to his neck. “I need to get into the glove box. There should be some chocolate bars and some painkillers in it…. If they aren’t there, there’s a small purple bag in the trunk that will have it. Chocolate usually offsets the effects of when I overuse my empathy. I’m hoping it’ll help with this too.”

Even back when they were a team, Esme always made sure to keep some sort of chocolate on hand and easily accessible. She kept at least two bars or a small handful of small chocolates in the glove box, the same in the purple bag in the trunk, and in her duffle bags. On rare occasions, she’ll resort to some type of chocolate cookie, like Oreos or double chocolate chip cookies. After a moment, she opened her eyes and lifted her gaze just enough to where she could see her damaged car and sighed heavily, shaking her head a bit. “You don’t suppose I could sweet talk Bobby into coming and getting her, do you?” she asked him with a small smile. Sarah inched herself closer to Esme and gently placed her muzzle against Esme’s cheek. Esme smiled at the action and moved her hand from her cheek and placed it on Sarah’s, giving it a rub to reassure her she was alright.

(wolvena/furiephoenix) Daughter's of Darkness (Supernatural rp)

As Arabella looked over at Harper, she gave a light laugh at her words which was followed by a nod. “That sounds like a great idea.” she told Harper. She watched as Harper walked past her and grabbed her duffle that was on the floor in the doorway. Once Harper had her duffle, Bella grabbed her own duffle off the floor with a wince and threw it over her shoulder. She took two steps out of the room before turning and looking back into the room at the damage. She gave a small sigh as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. She was happy to be leaving this place, this case took way longer than it should have but she was glad to have gotten the ghosts to move on, even if it was by force on a couple of them. She was also glad there wasn’t any evidence to tie either one of them to any of this.

Turning on her heel, she followed Harper out of the building and walked over to her motorcycle. Once there, she threw her duffle on the back of it and securely strapped it down to the seat along with the other bag that was there. Pulling her keys from her pocket, Bella unlocked and opened the traveling box, and pulled out her helmet, then put it on after shutting the box. She then carefully mounted her motorcycle, put the key in, and started it up. Looking up ahead, Bella found Harper's Jeep and gave a signal letting her know she was ready before pulling away from where she was.

At The Motel

Bella followed close behind Harper but not too close. Pulling into the parking lot, she headed to where the reception desk was while keeping an eye on where Harper went. Once there, she parked, killed the engine, put the key in her pocket before getting off her motorcycle, zipped up her jacket to hide her injury, then headed in as she took off her helmet. As she walked up to the desk, she ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face, then gave the man behind the desk a warm smile. “Good evening, Miss. How can I help you?” he asked her kindly. “I’d like to get a room for the night.” she told him as she held her helmet under one arm. “Sure thing.” he said with a small nod.

After a bit of small talk and a little flirting, Bella paid for a room and received her key. Making her way back to her motorcycle, she pulled around to where her room was, right next to Harpers thanks to her flirting and sweet talking. She parked next to Harper’s Jeep, quickly killing the engine, she took the keys in her hand and carefully got off. “I think I may have gotten lucky.” she told Harper, as she went to the travel box. “He seemed a little reluctant about giving me a room close to yours. Perhaps he was hoping something would happen tonight.” she laughed softly. She then unlocked and opened the box and placed her helmet inside, then pulled out her first aid kit, which was disguised as a toiletry bag. After locking the box, she placed her keys in her pocket and unbuckled her bags from the seat.

After freeing her bags, she leaned against them, careful not to bump her side, and looked at the room doors. She knew this wasn’t the best of places but it was better than sleeping outside tonight in the cold as she had done before. She then looked over at Harper with a soft look on her face. “So, which one of us gets patched up first?” she asked in a light tone. She felt like she and this woman were more alike than they both knew. She also thought that she could trust this woman. Funnily enough, Bella wasn’t one to trust other hunters easily.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

Esme was fed up with demons. In less than three years, she felt she had dealt with enough of them to last her a lifetime or more. Anyone that knew her knew she was pretty good at keeping her emotions and empathy in check, but recently it felt like both were in overdrive. Anyone new would more than likely see her as nothing more than an emotionally unstable lunatic and have the men in white coats after her. This wouldn’t be the first time she was in a place like that, and it took weeks, possibly months for anyone to find her after she was taken. She still didn’t know just how long she had been there. Sure she could have asked her aunt but she couldn’t bring herself to talk to her about it, even when she had plenty of opportunities to. Even with all the time that has passed, talking or even thinking about it still took a heavy toll on her mentally. It also didn’t help that she was still slightly sleep deprived.

The rage within Esme was still growing and growing quickly, much more quickly than it had at Bobby’s and when she was here the first time. Even through the rage, she could feel Duke’s and Sarah’s nervousness at her sudden and drastic change. She could just barely hear Sarah’s barking and whining, it sounded as if she were far away making her feel somewhat alone. Her eyes then rolled into the back of her head and glowed more, she couldn’t stop the rage from taking her over and becoming too much to bear. Her head and chest both felt as if they were about to explode from the pain. When Duke came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, she flinched and her body grew tense. His voice and words got through but not enough to change her rising rage as much as he would have hoped. She was far too overwhelmed by the rage to turn the tables in her favor.

Bringing up her hands, she placed them on his arms and held onto him. A whimper of pain escaped her as she closed her eyes, still trying to fight against it, even though she knew it was in vain at this point. “I…… Can’t stop…… It.” she told him through gritted teeth as her head dipped. She held onto him tighter as if holding him closer would help. “It’s…. Too…… Strong.” The pain and the fight to gain control were evident in her voice. She gripped Duke’s arm tighter and drew in a deep breath as her head tilted back. Sarah took this moment to run and hide behind Duke’s truck, just before Esme screamed and a psychic blast shot from her body. In the distance, screams of pain could be heard as the blast hit a few unexpecting demons that were lurking about. If she hadn’t been so wiped out, she would have smiled brightly about the screams but only a small, barely noticeable, smile made it to her lips.

With her body now weak and trembling, and her breathing heavy, Esme’s eyes closed as her head fell back against Duke and her grip on his arms loosened just before her knees buckled beneath her. She didn’t expect to feel the ground beneath her, because she knew Duke would prevent her from falling. Whenever close enough in the past, he had always kept her from falling or smashing her head into the ground. She knew that no matter how scared or nervous he was of her at this moment, he wouldn’t allow it to happen. While Esme worked on catching her breath and collecting herself, Sarah slowly came out of hiding. First, she slowly poked her head around the side of the truck and looked over at Duke and Esme, just to make sure the coast was clear. She then slowly made her way out from behind the truck and over to Duke and Esme, giving a slight whine as she approached Esme and gave her leg a nuzzle. “I’m so sorry.” Esme managed to say in a breathless and shaky voice.

She took in a deep shaky breath and slowly let it out, feeling terrible and embarrassed that she let rage overwhelm her over the damage done to her car, knowing it could be fixed. Sure, this wasn’t the first time Duke had seen Esme pissed off but it was the first time he’d seen her lose control of her abilities. She wished she could read Duke’s mind at that moment, wondering what he was thinking about the whole thing. Though knew she had to have scared the hell out of him with what he just witnessed, she couldn’t focus on anything other than collecting herself and calming her breathing at that moment to be sure. If she could have pulled herself away from him she would have, just so she could have turned around and read his face or walk over and sit in her car. “I scared the hell out of you, didn’t I?” she asked him in the same breathless and shaky voice as before.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

Esme knew Duke was right about Bobby being able to fix the damage in no time. She could too if she had what she needed on hand. She also knew she probably cared about her car a little too much but when it’s become a home and has sentimental value, it’s not hard to develop a slightly unhealthy attachment, and even though she couldn’t see it, she felt like something else was wrong. She then watched Duke as he waved his hand and shook his head after she thanked him for bringing her here. She listened as he spoke, visibly wincing when he brought up Cason, saying he wasn’t going to be much help. Which was true after what had happened back at the motel earlier. “What do you mean, don’t thank you for this? If not for you, I would have had to walk or hitchhike my way here.” she told him. “And with the way things are going, that wouldn’t have been the best thing to do since it seems demons are out for my head.”

Resting one arm against the top of the car, she dropped her head, resting her forehead on her arm. Closing her eyes briefly, Esme released a silent and heavy sigh. “I feel like I have a bright neon sign above my head saying, ‘Here she is. The last Stirling and demon nuke. Get her before she gets you.’ or maybe that sign is just a giant target on my back.” Since she was a kid, she always felt like she was a magnet for trouble when it came to the supernatural, especially demons or the ones that sought out power. Who wouldn’t want someone that could control the emotions of others on their team, willing or forced? But in the back of her mind, was a thought she didn’t like to dwell on. What if there was more to it? What if they were drawn to her for some other reason other than to put fear into others or make them compilable?

Tilting her head, so her cheek was now resting on her arm, she looked over at Duke once more, watching him inspect her car. “Anyway, the important thing is that we got her back in one piece.” she told him as she lifted her head from her arm. “Let’s get out of here and go stuff our faces with something good. I’m starving and I’m sure you are too. We could go to that little diner we passed on the way here. If you want. ” Esme was trying her best to lift the mood and keep herself from dwelling on the scratches on her car and finding the leather jacket on the ground. Pushing herself away from her car, she tucked her keys in her pocket as she went over to one of the barriers and started to pull it off the road and into the ditch. Sarah took this opportunity to jump out of the truck and walk over to help her with the barrier.

Once it was off the road, Sarah went over and took care of the other barrier, pulling it across the road and putting it with the other. “Thanks, Sarah.” she told the Hellhound after she had made it to her side. “You’re such a big help.” Esme whispered as she scratched Sarah’s head fondly. Sarah gently nuzzled Esme, then they walked back over to her car. “Alright, let’s blow this place.” she said, pulling her keys from her pocket. Sarah barked before running off and jumping into the back of Duke’s truck again. Esme then got into her car and pulled the door shut. She was ready to leave this place before a demon or something else popped up, which she wasn’t looking forward to dealing with on an empty stomach. She looked around to make sure nothing was out of place or missing, everything was where it was supposed to be. Pulling down the visor, she made sure the photo of her parents was still there, it was. She gave a small smile to the photo before putting the visor back in its original position.

Placing the key into the ignition, she turned the key but nothing happened. The radio didn’t come on and her beloved car didn’t roar to life. Confused, Esme turned the key back and then forward again, and again nothing happened. She could already feel her anger rising. “What else did those bastards do to you?” she asked through gritted teeth. After pulling her key from the ignition, she reached over the seat, opened the glovebox and pulled out her spare flashlight, and then closed it back. Holding the flashlight firmly in one hand, she shoved her keys into her pocket with the other, pulled the lever to pop the hood, then opened the car door and got out. Esme stormed to the front of her car and opened the hood. Turning on the flashlight, she illuminated everything under the hood and immediately saw red. Everything of importance was destroyed and beyond repair, it would have to be replaced. It was clear the ones that escaped from Duke’s rescue had come back and did this to keep her here. They were planning on trying again at some point after trying to strand her here in this town.

Esme stared at the damage in disbelief. They really went the route of destroying parts of her car rather than hiding it somewhere. “Dammit to hell!” she hissed. Placing her hands down on the car to sturdy herself, she clenched her fists and closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Her anger was rising and getting the better of her. She could feel the ache in her chest and her body heating up as it had back at Bobby’s the night she became a nuke. Esme opened her eyes after a moment, which were now glowing a lavender color, and lost it as soon as she saw the damage again. “I’m going to kill them! I’m going to kill every last one of them!” she growled as she stood straight. She then chunked the flashlight as hard as she could, it hit the underside of the hood with a loud bang, then landed on the damaged engine. “Those…… Bidh aithreachas air na bastards sin a-riamh a bhith ag obair còmhla ris a’ chàr agam agus mise! Tha mi a’ dol a losgadh na feòla bho chnàmhan nan soithichean aca agus dèanamh cinnteach nach fhaic iad solas an latha tuilleadh!” In her rage, she had slipped into Gaelic without realizing it.

While Esme was losing control, Sarah had jumped out of Duke’s truck again and was watching Esme, too nervous to get too close to her. She then ran over to Duke and barked at him to get his attention and to get him to look over in Esme’s direction. Sarah ran back over to Esme and whined seeing just how close she was to losing it entirely and becoming a nuke all over again. At least this time she didn’t have to throw herself on anyone to protect them from the blast.