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All Roads Lead To You

Esme

Esme knew that not saying anything about Duke’s sticky fingers was just enabling his habits, but who was she to judge when she also had sticky fingers occasionally? But that was mostly out of necessity, not a want or a gift for someone. In this life, even with credit card scams, getting the things you needed was sometimes tricky. She also knew that Dean had sticky fingers. She helped with the act a few times. So she really had no room to judge Duke with his sticky fingers when getting the necklace and bracelet for her. Before she turned around for him to put the necklace on her, Esme saw Duke’s wide smile and quick nod. She looked down a bit as Duke’s hands draped over her shoulders, then looked to the side as Duke brought his face close to the side of hers, holding back a shiver as his breath moved some strands of her hair near her ear. After he redid the clap, brushed the necklace forward, and stepped back, Esme released her hold on her hair just as he took her hand and spun her around to face him. She couldn’t help but smile warmly at his words as she looked at him.

“Thank you.” was all she managed to say as she watched how he looked at her. Despite not knowing what dress she had chosen, he did a good job picking out a necklace that matched her dress, almost as if something had told him to pick it and its matching bracelet. Esme’s eyes left Duke’s face and to her hand. Watching as he lifted it, held it with two fingers, and placed the bracelet on her wrist. Her eyes then went back up to his face as he spoke, a smile and a blush coming to her face before she averted her gaze and shook her head softly. “Now you're just being sweet.” she said softly. As much as she liked the dress, she still felt a little awkward in it and wasn’t too sure she’d be the prettiest there, as Bobby and Duke had said. But it was sweet of them both to say so. However, she wasn’t going to let the slightly awkward feeling ruin her fun tonight.

A Bit Later - Whitaker Mansion

As they pulled up to the mansion, Esme looked out the window, her eyes widening slightly at its sheer size. Yes, she expected the place to be big, but not this big. Duke had said nothing about how big the pace was going to be, and neither did the old woman he spoke to due to his comment as he got out of the car. When Dean opened her door and offered his hand, she took it before swinging her legs out of the car. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as Dean helped her out, wrapped her arm around his, and stepped up to Duke. Her eyes went to the parapet as the two spoke, and she nodded silently. Esme’s eyes came back to Duke as he took her hand and wrapped it around his arm. As the three of them walked across the gravel circle lot, her mind began to wander, but she could still hear the boys' conversation. She was pulled back in at the mention of wife or mistress and laughed at herself. With Duke dresses like this, he did look like he’d have a mistress. Esme almost said something at the light bickering, but they had reached the door.

After Duke dropped the name ‘Singer,’ she walked inside with the boys, her mind wandering again. Even though she thought it was sweet that Dean told Duke to keep her close, she didn’t like that it slightly sounded like she couldn’t take care of herself. She was sure she could have gotten the necklace herself if the two weren’t keen to finish the job themselves. But something else told her that both boys wanted her to have a good time tonight and not have to worry about getting the necklace. If that was what they wanted, she’d give it to them. Esme opened her mouth to say something, but a butler approached them with a tray of masks, causing her to close her mouth and look over the masks. She ran her hand over a couple before deciding on a purple and gold one. After they had all chosen their masks and the butler walked away, Esme placed hers on her face and pulled its black silk ribbon to the back of her head. “However we get it done, just make sure you're both careful and smart about it.” she told them softly, tying the ribbon against the back of her hair.

Esme had just turned to face the boys when a male guest in a nice suite walked up to her and spoke. Before she could even open her mouth to reply, Dean had quickly stepped back up to her and took her arm, answering for her with a sheepish smile. The look on the man's face was priceless as he looked between Dean and Duke before looking back at her. She had to hold back the smile that threatened to show itself before the man walked away. Esme let her smile show as she saw and felt the pride in Dean. As Dean turned to Duke, so did she. When Duke leaned in and whispered in her ear, she smiled a little bit more, then blushed lightly when he kissed her cheek and called her Sweet Pea. “Good luck, not that you need it.” she said as Duke stepped away. Esme watched Duke weave through the crowd and quickly found a woman to work his magic on. She laughed with Dean as the woman lost her breath as soon as she made eye contact with Duke. When Dean leaned his head down and spoke to her, she nodded to the first part of what he said before looking at him.

Esme’s cheeks flushed at Dean’s words, which were mostly covered by her mask. Esme smiled sweetly and looked into Dean’s eyes when he brushed his nose against hers. She could feel eyes on them, but she didn't care. She elegantly brought a hand up to her chest and looked at him almost seductively. “You flatter me, sir.” she said elegantly. “You’re looking good enough to eat.” Esme slowly leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear as she smiled. “I’d love to take you up on your drink offer, but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve.” she whispered against his ear. “However, he has no idea that I’m here…. So, what do you say we have a little fun?”

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Esme

Esme watched Duke, knowing he was probably thinking he wished he had never let her learn his body language and facial expressions so well. He had promised to let her in when she asked him to, and she was glad he did. It made things better between them, but she knew that she sometimes took advantage of what she could see. She didn’t mean to take advantage, but sometimes it was the only way to know his thoughts since she couldn’t read his mind. Esme just wanted to be there for him and to keep him from doing anything stupid, which she hoped he knew. She also knew his way of thinking was to keep her safe and would do anything to keep her out of harm's way. Esme knew that if she let Duke, he’d lock her away somewhere safe and not let her out until he returned. She couldn’t allow him to do that, even if it would make him happy. She wasn’t one to just sit on the sidelines and do nothing while others needed the help. With everything she had gone through in this way of life, she had to do what she could, even if it sometimes scared the hell out of her.

Using the trio’s motto, Esme knew she was playing a little dirty, but she knew he’d never be able to leave her behind if she used it. She watched Duke freeze as soon as the words left her lips, then whispered as he watched her eyes. She watched him nod his head, and his eyes darted around momentarily as if he were looking for a solution to keep her safe. As soon as she heard Duke sigh and saw him scrunch his nose, she knew he was taking her with him. Esme sighed a bit through her nose at his words but nodded as he turned his eyes back to hers and spoke again. Keeping hold of his hand, she brought her free hand up to his face, stroking his cheek lovingly with her thumb. “I promise I’ll be careful.” she told him, still looking into his eyes. “If anything feels off, I’ll let you know. But you have to promise me you’ll also be careful. Okay?” Esme leaned forward, her nose just inches from his. “I don’t plan on doing anything that will hinder us in bringing Dean and Mika back home. After seeing how Dean looked in my vision, I want him back here just as much as you do.”

Esme looked deep into Duke’s eyes to show him she meant her words. “If it makes you feel better. Think of it as me going with you as backup. You have the lead on this. I won’t put myself in any situation that makes you feel like you need to come to my rescue.” she told him. “But if you get into trouble, you can bet your ass I’ll jump in.” Closing her eyes and sighing softly, she tilted her head and kissed his nose softly, then touched her nose to his. “Before Sam and Anna get here, I’d like to go to the RV and get some things.” she said softly.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

As Esme sat on the floor, she could hear everything spoken between the three in the kitchen, even though their voices sounded distant, that was until Cason dropped his voice. It came as a bit of relief knowing Cason knew where the angels had taken Dean and Mika and that he could get them close, but it still bothered her to know what they would find. Out of all the visions she had in life, she had never been able to change them unless it was something small, and this wasn’t small. Esme knew there was no changing the outcome of this vision. Something told her they would never make it in time to change it. Her heart sank, and she forced back the tears threatening to show themselves. Now wasn’t the time to cry. She had to pull herself together and be strong even if she was scared about her vision coming true. Again, Esme tried to shake the image of Duke crying and cradling someone from her mind, finally being successful. She drew in several deep, shaky breaths and slowly let them out, trying her best to collect herself and get control of her trembling body.

Esme could feel herself starting to improve when Duke squatted in front of her and brushed some hair from her face, causing her to flinch. She didn’t feel him approach her like she usually did. Dropping her hands from her head and opening her eyes, she looked into Duke’s face, unable to erase the worry resting on her face. Her eyebrows knitted together at his words, and she softly shook her head. “No….” she started but was cut off by his thumb brushing her jaw and his following words. Esme scanned his face. She knew that look in his eye. She could see he was debating on making a run for it and forcing her to stay here with Cason and Natalia. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk in alone. Even with Cason backing you up later.” she told Duke softly. Lifting a hand, she took Duke’s hand and squeezed it, looking deep into Duke’s eyes after tilting his hat back a bit. “If you go. I go.” She didn’t like what they would find there but wouldn’t let Duke find it alone. Esme knew that he was going to need her on this one more than ever, and she was damn sure going to be there for him.

“You and me. Remember?” Esme told him. “That applies to just about everything we do. You'll have to lock me in a room or tie me down to make me stay here. Which I can tell you're tempted to do.” She continued to look deep into his eyes to drive home that she meant what she said, and if he did either of those options, she would find a way to free herself and come after him. After losing him once, she was determined to keep him from going off on his own and potentially doing anything stupid and reckless, which was a possibility after what she saw in her vision. Esme was determined to be there and help him through everything. Whoever he was holding in her vision, she knew the grief could potentially push him over the edge and cause him to bolt. She was going to do everything she could to keep that from happening and show him she was there for him.

All Roads Lead To You

Esme

Esme couldn’t help but keep a smile on her face at Dean’s awkwardness. Seeing this side of Dean was something she didn’t see very often, and she thought it was cute. Since she had never worn anything this fancy around Dean, it was also the reaction she was going for when she chose this dress. When Dean answered her by telling her he didn’t think she would have to worry about him looking at anyone, she had to admit to herself she was glad to hear it, even if she was teasing him. As she watched Dean and his nervousness, she smiled a bit more and slightly started to wonder if this dress was the best choice after all. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too big of a distraction for him, so he could get the job done. Then there was Duke. Esme could tell he was fighting with himself to keep his emotions in check but was holding himself together well. Nervousness was a big one for him, but he kept his signature smile on his face, still teased her, and kept his careless swagger. Esme still wondered how Duke could always stay so positive at times that she knew were hard for him. She’d have to ask him his secret sometime.

When Bobby replied to her tease with a tease, Esme couldn’t help but smile brighter and blush when he kissed her forehead and told her she’d be the prettiest girl there. “I don’t know about that, but thank you, Bobby.” she said warmly. She laughed a little at his reaction and reply to her photo suggestion, then a little more at Dean’s complaining. “Oh, come on, Dean. Don’t be a stick in the mud. You’ll be glad we have them later.” she told him before Duke came up on her other side and wrapped his arm around her waist. Esme adjusted her footing as Duke pulled her closer to him so she didn’t trip off the step she was on. When Dean stepped over and put his arms around her, she released the part of her dress she was holding and draped her arms over the boy's shoulders while they seemed to compete on where to place their hands, almost making her laugh, even if it was a bit awkward. At Bobby’s request, Esme gave her best smile as Bobby took the photos. When Bobby had gotten what he wanted, she relaxed even though both boys still had a hold of her.

Bobby’s next words made her smile softly at him. “We’ll be careful.” she told him warmly. Duke’s muttered ‘Wait’ caused her to look at him and watch the silent communication between him and Dean. When Dean released her, she removed her arm from his shoulders and rested at her side as Duke pulled her off the step and around the corner. Once around the corner, Esme removed her arm from Duke’s shoulder and watched him rummaging through his jacket pocket. Her eyes immediately fell on the necklace and bracelet he pulled out. They were beautiful. Lifting a hand, she placed her fingers on the stone of the pendant, and then Esme’s eyes went to Duke’s face as he spoke, bringing a warm smile to her lips again and blushing a bit. “You’re too sweet. They’re beautiful.” she said warmly, looking at the jewelry again. She didn’t have to ask where he got them. She was pretty sure she already knew where. “Could you help me put them on?” she asked, looking up at him. Without waiting for an answer, she removed her fingers from the pendant and turned around, holding her hair out of the way so he could put the necklace on her.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

As soon as Esme came to and felt Dean’s hands on her upper arms, she could feel that he had tensed up even more than before. She watched him as she gave her vague answer. She knew it was vague, but how could she tell him what she saw at the end of her vision? How could she tell him they might lose someone when she didn’t want to believe it herself? Esme watched as Dean looked over at Mika, knowing he now was probably tempted to sneak off without her. She barely heard Mika delegate Natalia’s care to herself, Duke, and Cason as she watched Dean. Esme’s eyebrows knitted together at Dean's words, and her eyes grew worried. “You always do.” she mumbled inaudibly. Dean always did what he thought he had to do, no matter what anyone said. As he backed her into Duke’s chest, she was tempted to tell him to take at least one more of them as backup but knew he would shoot her down. When Duke wrapped his arms around her, Esme sighed, leaned into him, and placed her hands on his arms as Dean spoke to all of them. She didn’t want to listen, but in a way, she knew he was right.

Esme hated the idea that they had to stay behind while Dean and Mika went on to do whatever the angels wanted Dean to do, especially after her vision. She understood that they both wanted to keep Natalia safe, but she felt like two just wasn’t enough on this case. But again, she knew Dean wouldn't change his mind and knew that he probably had to fight to have Mika go with him. At the arrival of the angels, Esme’s mind and herself fell silent. She grew tense and gripped Duke’s arm slightly as she watched and listened to the interaction between them and Dean. When Duke spoke up, she nearly flinched and gripped his arm a little tighter, then narrowed her eyes at Uriel’s answer, threat, and him calling Natalia a whore. Even though she had words she would have liked to say, Esme stayed quiet as Dean snapped at Uriel. All she could bring herself to do was stand there with Duke, watching and listening silently, even though she agreed with Duke on deserving to know where they were going. But of course, they wanted to make sure they stayed back and away. As the bickering and conversation continued, Esme watched and listened on, her ears perking when Castiel asked Dean the magic question.

Dean may not have known what they wanted, but she did, which made her stomach knot painfully. She had never seen that side of Dean and didn’t want to, though she had seen it twice due to her visions. Esme dropped her head and closed her eyes, unsure how much more she could hear or handle between them. It was becoming too much. When they left, she sighed silently as silence filled the kitchen momentarily before Cason broke it. As Esme felt Duke stepping away, she stood straighter and removed her hands from his arms. With Duke closer to Cason, Esme stepped back until her back hit the wall, then she slowly slid down it to sit on the floor, keeping her eyes closed. Cason’s voice sounded distant as the image of Duke crying while cradling someone flooded her mind. She tried to shake it from her mind but failed. ‘Who is Duke holding? Out of all of us. Who would he cry that hard for? Me, Dean, and Mika. Sam?’ she thought. She wasn’t sure if he knew Natalia and Anna well enough to make him cry that hard, but it was possible. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but it scared her not knowing who Duke was holding.

Knowing how Dean could possibly come out of this scared her as well. With how Dean looked, it could easily be Dean that Duke was holding and crying over, but she knew it could easily be Mika because she was there, too. Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, she released a shaky breath and brought her trembling hands to her swimming head. “Who is it? Who is it?” she softly whispered.

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Name: Seraphina Shaw

Nicknames: Sassy, Phina, Shaw

Species: Witch

Age: Unknown, but older than she looks.

Appearance:

Relationship to characters(optional): Esme’s godmother.

Bio:
Seraphina was a good and close friend of the Stirlings for many years. After Esme was born, Wesley and Evelyn Stirling named her as Esme's godmother, which she gladly accepted. As Esme grew, Seraphina remained a constant in her life. Watching over her, teaching her things, and serving as a babysitter when Esme’s parents went out. After Esme’s mother was killed, Seraphina stepped in even more to help Wesley care for her and teach her what she needed to know to become a hunter. As Esme got older, she took the opportunity to teach her a bit of magic, sticking to the simpler things until she reached her late teens. Even with Esme in and out of her home and helping with cases, Seraphina never let up on any of Esme’s training. After Esme lost the rest of her family, Seraphina took a small break in her training and took Esme in. She got her back on her feet and then back into hunting to pull her out of her head and self-blame. After rescuing her from the asylum, Seraphina took it upon herself to up the training so that Esme would never have to worry about being unable to escape certain situations.

Today, Seraphina takes on cases as they reach her, still keeps tabs on Esme, and helps her where she can. She’s caught word of Esme teaming back up with Dean and some others and the few mishaps they’ve encountered, but not much more than that as of now. But she knows Esme will fill her in when she has the chance.

Weapons: Magic, an assortment of guns, bullets, knives, salt, and holy water.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

Esme took a breath when she felt Duke’s hand making soothing circles on her lower back as she worked through what she felt coming from inside the house and what was going through her mind. As he answered her question, she looked up into Duke’s face, watching his expression. Esme could tell he was thinking the same as she was: why would the angels come early? She took in his words as he spoke, sighed silently, and shook her head. “I’m not sure, but I don’t like any of what I’m feeling.” she answered. Esme was growing more uneasy about what they might discover after entering the house. If Castiel had come early to get Dean with whatever the angels needed him for, she could slightly understand why he would be uneasy, but it seemed like there might be more to it that they didn’t know. Something also told her that not all of them would be going or something terrible would come out of it. Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, Esme followed Duke inside after he opened the door and stepped in. As soon as she entered, she was hit harder with all the tension, just like she predicted she would.

Esme gave a small smile to Mika and Natalia and a nod to Cason as she saw them. Then, she stopped at the wall beside the refrigerator, resting her back against it while Duke walked over to Dean. She crossed her arms loosely over her stomach while she watched Dean answer Duke’s questions. She couldn’t hear what they were discussing, but Duke was clearly getting Dean to speak to him. Esme’s eyes briefly shifted to Duke as he walked back over to her and simply explained things to her as he shoved his hands into his pockets. The way Dean ate and the look in his eyes said so much and confirmed what Duke was telling her. Pulling her eyes from Dean, she looked up at Duke and sighed. “Something tells me Mika won’t be letting him go alone.” she started in a low tone. “I don’t know the details of what they want him to do, but I know that he shouldn’t go alone even if the angels want him to. I also hate that Dean thinks he has to take everything upon himself to protect all of us. I don’t have a good feeling about any of this.”

Esme sighed and dropped her gaze to the kitchen floor, pulling her arms a little tighter around her cramping stomach from the tension. “But knowing Dean, he’s going to try and force us to stay behind despite knowing he should have backup. I’m pretty sure he and Mika aren’t going to want Nat anywhere near any of it. Other than Cason, who would they get to stay behind with her?” Esme then tilted her head back and rested the crown of her head on the wall to avoid putting pressure on the stitches on her head. Her mind was swimming with several outcomes and who they would trust Natalia with. Other than Cason, she could see the next choice out of those there being Duke. She wasn’t sure if Mika trusted her enough with the task just yet, even if she didn’t like the idea of having to stay behind, not knowing what was going on, but would help keep Natalia safe if they asked her. The longer she stood there against the wall thinking about it all, the more it bothered her, knowing Dean was wanting to go alone. Esme’s eyebrows knitted together, and released a heavy breath through her nose.

Without a word to Duke, Esme dropped her arms to her sides, pushed herself off the wall, walked over to Dean, looked up at him, and spoke so only he could hear her, her face neutral. “Dean, please don’t tell me you’re actually thinking about doing this alone. I know you have to know it's a bad idea, even if they told you only you could go…. I know you want to keep everyone out of it and safe, but you can’t shoulder every problem that comes our way.” As she spoke to Dean, she looked into his green eyes, trying to drive home what she was telling him even though she knew he could be stubborn. “Share some of the burdens you carry. You don’t always have to be the strongest one in the group. Let us be strong for you sometimes.” Esme gave a small smile to show she cared, then brought a hand up, resting it on his forearm. As soon as her hand touched his arm, she gasped sharply, going rigid, her smile fading and staring blankly. Just like her last premonition, she was plunged into that same room she didn’t recognize, but this time, she could see the face of the man Dean was torturing.

It played out like an old, poorly put-together silent movie with missing parts. Esme watched as it skipped along through Dean torturing a man who seemed to be enjoying being tortured by Dean. She watched as Dean chose a variety of objects to use, including salt and holy water. Then it skipped to Dean lying on the floor, badly beaten and bloody, then she saw Duke from behind, kneeling on the floor, cradling someone in his arms and crying. Esme was quickly snapped back into reality, staggering back a bit as her hand dropped from Dean’s arm. She looked at the floor and took a shaky breath as her body trembled slightly. “You can’t go, Dean…. At least not alone if you’re being forced to go. Whatever they have planned is going to end terribly.” she told him in a shaky whisper. Esme lifted her gaze from the floor to look at Dean's face, instantly regretting it as it flashed to Dean’s face from the vision and back to normal after a few minutes, causing her face to contort into a look of hurt and worry.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

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

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

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

All Roads Lead To You

Esme

As she came out, Esme didn’t pay too much attention to the girls on the couch with the boys; her focus was on Dean, so much so that she missed Duke reaching for her as Dean sat down his plate, stepped up to her, and took her hand. At Duke’s reply to her comment about him drinking, she gave a small laugh. “Only three? Well, that’s a relief.” she teased. Her attention went back to Dean as he spoke about getting her things paid for and that Bobby had picked up their tuxes from the cleaners. She nodded as Duke spoke up about not having a tux and couldn’t help but grin at Dean’s answer. “Dean’s right. You don’t ask questions about the things Bobby picks up.” she said with a light smile, then followed Dean as he pulled her with him. As they walked to the front, she noticed how Duke lingered behind. She had a sneaking suspicion she knew what he was up to, but she said nothing about it, not wanting to draw attention to him and getting all of them kicked out of the store without what they came for. So, Esme turned her attention back to the lady behind the counter as Dean paid for her things.

Once everything was paid for, Esme took Dean’s hand, interlocking her fingers with his, then turned to Duke with Dean, who was still running his fingers over the more expensive jewelry. “Yeah, Duke. We’re in a time crunch here.” she commented after Dean spoke to Duke. She watched Duke tip his hat to the woman behind the counter before joining them. “Thank you for all your help.” she told the woman warmly, then walked out of the store with Dean.

Back At The House

While Dean and Duke were downstairs getting ready, Esme was up in the guest room, getting herself ready for the night. She had hung her dress on the bathroom door with her heels underneath it after working a little magic on it to add her personal touch. After cleaning up and drying her hair, she went to work fixing herself up. She put a wave in her hair and pulled it slightly back into a half-up style, then went to work on her makeup: a little eyeliner, mascara, brown eyeshadow, blush, and a nude color on her lips. After a bit of tweaking her hair and makeup, she removed her towel and hung it on the shower, grabbed her dress off the hanger, then her heels, and walked over to the bed. Setting her heels at the foot of the bed, she unzipped the dress and stepped into it. She felt lucky the zipper was on the side and not the back. Pulling the dress on, she zipped it up and adjusted the top and the small sleeves that draped over her upper arms. Sitting on the bed, she put on her heels, stood up, and then walked to the large mirror Bobby had brought up for her.

Esme stood in front of the mirror and smiled. “Damn, I look good.” she told herself. She turned slightly, watching the color shift of the dress, which she felt was one of the best features of the dress. The dress was an off-the-shoulder style and hugged her body. Its color was a mix of purple and teal that shifted in the light and had a golden trim along the top. For an added embellishment, Esme added an opal charm to the center of the bodice. As she fidgeted with the dress, she could hear the boys and Bobby talking downstairs, telling her they were nearly ready. Her suspicions were confirmed when Dean called up to her, asking how she was, telling her they were dressed, and then commenting about Duke. Esme laughed at the thought. “I’m good!” she called back to Dean. “I’ll be down in a minute!” Giving one final adjustment, she grabbed a small purple wristlet, slid it on her wrist, and walked to the door. Taking a breath, she opened the door and walked out, pulling the door mostly closed behind her, and walked to the stairs, smiling as she saw Dean in his tux. He looked absolutely gorgeous.

Gathering the bottom of the dress in her left hand and placing her right on the banister, Esme slowly descended the stairs, not taking her eyes off Dean. She wouldn’t admit it to the boys or Bobby, but she had to admit to herself that she felt like a princess walking down the stairs to her prince. She also half wished that her father and Sassy could see her right now so that she could see the looks on their faces. Esme could hear what Sassy would say ringing in her mind. She’d tell her she looked stunning and to flaunt what she had but be careful while doing it. Her father, on the other hand, would have complained that it would draw too much unwanted attention and tell her she wasn’t going anywhere unless she found a different dress that wasn’t so tight. Thinking about it made her laugh inwardly. Esme stopped on the bottom step of the stairs so she could look Dean in the eyes and smiled warmly. “Don’t you look handsome.” she said just as warmly as her smile. Reaching a hand up, she smoothed a bit of stray hair in place and pecked his lips before turning to look at Duke.

Esme looked him over before smiling at him. “Well, look at you, Mr. Oil Tycoon.” she told him. “I have to say, you clean up rather nicely, Cowboy.” Dean had done a great job helping Duke clean himself up for the party. In fact, Duke almost looked like a different guy to her, and she had to admit he looked really good, just as handsome as Dean. “Something tells me you’re going to have all the women falling all over you.” she smiled. Esme turned to Dean with the same smile. “As will you.” She then leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I’ll try not to get too jealous.” She laughed softly and kissed his cheek before pulling away and gently wiping away the lipstick from his cheek with her thumb. “Alright, are you two ready to go?” She then looked over at Bobby, and her smile grew. “Bobby, you look like a proud father sending his kids off to prom.” she laughed warmly. “You also look like you want to take a picture to remember the moment.” she half teased.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme

Esme almost matched Duke’s smile as they looked into each other's eyes, and he brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. The action calmed her a little more. She took in his words, feeling that he spoke the truth, but it still bothered her that she had scared him so badly. When he brushed his nose against her, she closed her eyes briefly, then kissed him back when he kissed her top lip, her smile growing a little more. “I’m good.” she whispered, reassuring him. “And I’ll be sure to get you a warning list made soon.” she added. “With all the signs to look for. I don’t want to worry or scare you anymore than I already have.” Esme lovingly brushed her thumb along his cheek as she took another deep breath and slowly let it out. As much as she wanted to stay in bed with Duke, just staring into his eyes and cuddling, she knew they needed to get up and get breakfast. She also desperately needed a shower. “As much as I want to stay here with you, we should get up and get breakfast. I could also really use a shower.” she told him warmly.

Removing her hand from his chest, she brought it up and brushed his hair away from his face before kissing him lovingly and sighing softly through her nose. After a moment, Esme broke the kiss, rested one hand on her chest and the other on her stomach, and then tilted her head toward the house and focused on it. Her eyebrows knitted together, and she closed her eyes with a heavy sigh and light groan. There was already tension brewing within the house. It was too early in the day for her to deal with tension, especially after how she woke up. Tilting her head back, Esme opened her eyes and looked up at the RV’s ceiling. “Tension is already brewing in the house. It’s too early to deal with tenison.” she complained with a sigh. She knew that as soon as she walked into the house, the tension would get stronger and hit her hard in the face. Esme didn’t want to mess with it but knew they needed to go in and see what was causing it. “I guess that means we should go in and see what’s up.” Esme slowly sat up in bed, wincing a bit at the soreness she still felt.

She then carefully stretched, feeling a bit stiff, and ran a hand through her hair, being sure to avoid the area with the stitches and dried blood. Even after sitting up and stretching, Esme was having trouble pulling herself out of bed to get dressed and go into the house. She felt like a kid purposely dragging their feet to avoid having to do something they didn’t want to do. Taking a breath, she finally pulled the blanket from her legs, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and stood. Esme walked over to her open duffle, pulled out a pair of black sweatpants, slipped her legs into them, and pulled them up to rest on her hips. She then looked back over at Duke. “Are you just going to lay there tempting me back to bed, or are you going to get up?” she lightly teased.