[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

By the time Cason made it back into the room, Esme had finished drying her hair and was combing through it with her fingers, with the bathroom door open. The bathroom had become too hot for the door to be cracked slightly. She didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat. She had a song playing in her head that had all her attention. She slightly flinched at him clearing his throat, she looked at him through the mirror at first before turning slightly to look at him, holding the towel close as he spoke. She found it amusing that Cason averted his eyes to the wall and stammered as he spoke. She couldn’t stop the smirk that came to her lips at his actions. 

“Yes, I did.” she said in a relaxed tone, moving out of sight and cracking the door. She leaned against the wall next to the door, just barely able to see him through the crack of the door in the mirror. She held back a laugh as he said the bullet finally made its way out of his head. She had noticed before she moved into the bathroom. She then released a small sigh at his question. “I’m better.” she told him. “The shower helped calm me, but I’m still not too happy about waking up in your arms and being held so close.” she continued. She rested her head against the wall behind her, looking up, and sighed heavily aasked,t the thought of what she woke up to. 

The only ones to hold her like that were her family and Dean, but she knew them, so it didn’t bother her. She had only just met Cason and hardly knew a thing about him, other than being a demon, and he had some sort of feelings for Annabeth. She looked back into the mirror to watch him for a moment, then looked down at her clothes on the floor in a pile. “Umm….. Do you happen to have any clean clothes out there I could put on?” she asked, looking once again in the mirror at him. In her anger, it had slipped her mind that she had nothing with her but the clothes on her back and her gun, which was still on the table Cason slammed it on. 

She could put the clothes she had back on, but she risked the chance of being cut and scratched by any leftover glass and wood splinters in them from yesterday. She didn’t really want to put them back on or walk around in a towel, which she had to do a few times before. It really wasn’t a pleasant experience for her at the time or to remember.