[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason raised his eyebrows in utter confusion at Esme’s screaming.  He knew she was pissed, but hearing that she was pissed about human touch confused the hell out of him.  He glanced over at the gun and then back at her as she continued, “Wait wait wait…that’s not what people do?!”

He screamed back at her, nearly as loud, reaching to try and grab her arm as she passed him.  He failed and turned to follow her, stepping up close again, “Listen to me for a second, before you get the giant Winchester in a panic over all the noise.  I don’t know how all this works.  All this…saving people crap.  But I have to stay…where the big one goes.  I can’t help that I met you, and now I’m stuck with you…”

He spat the last words through gritted teeth, reaching forward and grabbing her upper arms so she couldn’t punch him.  He scanned both her eyes, trying his best to get her to look at him.

“I brought you here, and you had nightmares.  They seemed to tear you apart.  Now, I’m not a huge fan of, nor am I an expert on humans…but you needed someone to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.  So, I did what I knew to do.  Whatever you gathered from that, is your problem…”, he licked a bit of blood that had trailed down his face off his upper lip as he spoke to her, his breath hot on her face.  The bullet was still attempting to wiggle its way to his forehead as he spoke, causing his head to bleed pretty badly.

“Now.  If you think you can deal, for five seconds without trying to get yourself killed…or kill me, I’m going to smoke, and do some damage control from your tantrum.  You should take a shower…”, he muttered, stepping away from her with a small shove and stepping out the door, slamming it behind him.