[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme nodded to Natalia and helped Mika get Dean into the room. As they made their way into the room, she could feel how badly he was still shaking, but said nothing. When he lightly shrugged them off, she watched him for a moment as he looked at his shaking hands, then went for the whiskey. She took this moment to cross the room to the “Privacy wall” and knelt down and carefully dug through the debris for her phone she had dropped earlier as she listened to Dean talk to Mika. 

She had to agree with him that what they find could be literally anything. She gave a hiss when a shard of glass cut her finger as she moved it off her phone. She intently brought her finger to her mouth before picking up her phone with her other hand. She stood to her feet just as Dean took his drink. Esme looked at him as she took her finger from her mouth, seeing his wheels turning before he spoke of Bobby and that he was fine. 

She sighed as she closed the gap a bit between him and the two women, putting her phone in her pocket. “You sure?” she asked as she watched his tough act. “Because you really don’t look like you are.” she continued. She studied him, watching his nerves calming from the whiskey.