[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme briefly looked over at Cason when he cleared her throat to answer her. She could feel him looking at her but she continued to look forward. She didn’t want to miss it when everyone pulled out. She mentally flinched when Cason told her she couldn’t say a word to the Winchesters. At that moment, she regretted asking what the phone call was about. She hated keeping secrets from others that involved those she cared for and knew. As she listened to what Cason had to say, she unconsciously gripped her steering wheel. 

When he finished, she let out a breath she had apparently been holding in. She closed her eyes tight trying to process everything that Cason had just laid on her. This was a massive amount of information to dump on her all at once, and on top of that, he didn’t want her to mention any of it to the Winchesters. How could she possibly keep something like this from them? She just met up with them a day ago and was trying to show that they could trust her and then this gets dropped into her lap. 

Nothing good could possibly come out of this. She opened her eyes, feeling his eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the car ahead of her. Esme sighed heavily, her teeth clenching. She had no words to reply to Cason with. She knew that he wanted her to feel safe, but at that moment, she didn’t care about her safety. She was worried about the safety of the others. 
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The drive to Sioux Falls was long and quiet. Everything Cason had told her swirled around in her mind the entire trip. She feared for the safety of the others and wondered who this supposed old friend of Dean’s could be. By now she was desperate to get out of the car and have a bit of breathing room. She seriously needed some time to herself for at least a few minutes. When they finally reached Bobby’s, she was probably a little happier than she should have been, but she didn’t let that show on her face. 

She pulled in and parked, making sure not to block any paths, in or out. She sat in the car a moment after Cason got out, looking over the place in front of her. It seemed familiar as if she had been here before in the distant past, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember it. Sighing, she turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and stuck it into her pocket. Opening the door, she got out and closed the door behind her, and leaned against her car. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she felt like she needed one right about now.