[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme was growing restless as she poured over her research. She just kept looking over the same things and feeling like she wasn’t getting anywhere. Closing the books and gathering up the papers, she put them in a pile by her bag and ran her hands through her hair. “There has to be something I’m missing.” she said, looking up at the ceiling. She let her hands fall to the bed as she looked over at the clock. She had been there for several hours doing nothing but looking over books and papers. She sighed heavily and ran her hands down her face in frustration. 

Jumping up from the bed, she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. She glanced around the room and at the bed, then opened the door and walked out. As she walked to the car, she pulled out her keys. She walked to the truck and opened it, throwing her stuff in. Esme walked to the driver's door and unlocked it, opened the door and got in. Placing the key in the ignition, she gave it a turn, and the car roared to life. She looked up at the photos on the visor for a moment that were held in place with rubber bands. 

One photo was of her and her mother, the other her and her father. She then looked down and pulled out of the parking spot, and left the hotel’s parking lot. She headed into Sioux Falls to find more answers to the many questions that ran through her mind. As she drove, she turned up the radio to have some background noise and to keep her awake. As she drove, she kept an eye out for anything strange or just didn’t seem to fit in.

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam followed behind Dean as he went into the room, equally shocked as he stepped into the room. He was half expecting to see a gory scene when he walked in, but there was hardly any blood at all. His eyes scanned the room, first landing on the table with medical supplies, then to the bed where Amy lay. His face contorted into one of grief and anger. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, then looked up when Dean stopped his foot. Sam watched Dean, seeing that his mind was going in all different directions, as was his. 

He wondered where the baby was and if it had even been born. He also wondered if it had wings or not. He was about to cut Dean off, but Dean ended up trailing off and scanning the room. At the tap on his arm, he looked to where Dean alerted him to, his eyes landing on the young woman rocking in the corner. He focused on the young woman as Dean stepped towards her. A shock wave sounded before he could even react. He attempted to draw his gun, but he was moving too slow to draw it and get off a shot, unlike Dean. 

When his feet hit the ground, he scanned the room. But the young woman was nowhere in sight. A look of confusion had planted itself on his features as he turned to look at Dean. He shrugged at his question. His mind raced to find an answer, his eyes going wide as the answer came to him. “You don’t think it was….” he trailed off. He almost couldn’t believe that it could be the right answer. What they saw was no baby in that corner.