[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme was on the road once again, and this trip seemed longer than ever. She was hungry and exhausted from countless nights of restless sleep, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop and rest until she arrived where she needed to be. She felt like she was getting close to finding the Nephilim she was told about, but she was still skeptical about it being real. She was still on the fence about angels being truly real since she had never seen one. Everything she had read said that if a Nephilim existed, it would be a powerful being. Which in her eyes meant something dangerous that needed to be taken care of. 

But how could she bring herself to kill a child? The thought of having to kill a child disturbed her greatly. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white. She then sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair. To clear her thoughts and fight sleep, she reached over and turned up the radio to a high volume. As Esme drove, she sang along with the songs she knew and drummed the beat to the songs on the steering wheel. After what felt like endless hours of driving, she finally made it to a little shabby hotel just outside of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. 

After getting a room and driving around to it, she grabbed her bag and a few books from the trunk, locked the car, and walked to the door of her room. She stood there for a moment before unlocking the door and making her way inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Walking to the bed, she threw her bag and books on the end of it, then headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Returning to the bed, she sat on it and pulled out her research and phone. Looking at the bedside table, she saw a piece of paper and picked it up. It was a list of places that made food deliveries to the hotel. 

She then made a call and placed an order to be delivered, then poured herself over her research yet again. When it arrived, Esme was beyond starving. Walking to the door, she checked outside before opening the door. She paid for the food, shut the door, and went back to the bed to go over the research more as she ate. She was still unsure of where she needed to go from here.

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam paced back and forth with his nose in a book, still trying to figure out something to do as time was running out. He flinched at every scream that made it up the stairs and gripped the book tightly. Every scream felt like it was ripping at his insides, making it hard to concentrate on what he was reading. He closed his eyes tight and took in a sharp breath then let it out. In frustration, Sam slammed the book down on a nearby table and hung his head. He looked up at the last scream as everything went quiet, he stared at the staircase waiting to hear something. It wasn’t long until he heard footsteps coming up the stairs followed by Dean’s voice calling his name. 

He straightened himself and headed to the stairs, meeting Ellen at the top. After seeing the blood on her hands, he looked at her face, the look upon it spoke volumes. Letting her pass by, he made his way down the stairs to Dean, who was staring at the cracked open door. “Dean?” he said stopping just before the last step. He looked at Dean before looking to the cracked open door to the room that Amy was in, then back at Dean. He then realized that Dean didn’t want to go into the room alone to check on Amy and the baby. Sam descended the last steps and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and gave him a look that said “Let’s go and check on them.”