[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme continued to drive, her eyes scanning the buildings, sidewalks and people she saw walking along. She drove down the road for a while before something caught her attention. The people walking along the sidewalk seemed to be bothered or had their eyes drawn to something. She continued on, looking for the cause of the distraction in the area. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight she saw. Her eyes landed on an unclothed young woman walking along the road. 

This wasn’t what she was expecting to find. Sighing, she found a place to park and killed the engine, then pulled out the key. She then reached into the back seat and grabbed the blanket she always kept there, opened the car door, then stepped out, grabbing her gun before closing the door behind her. She draped the blanket over her arm, then tucked her gun away and locked the car door, then made her way slowly to the young woman. As she closed in, she tried to make herself appear as unthreatening as possible. 

She held her hands where they were both visible before speaking to the woman. “Hey, are you alright?” she asked in a warm and soft tone. As Esme waited for an answer, she looked the woman over, looking for any injuries she may have. She saw none, but noticed that she was crying and seemed unsure about the tear she had just wiped away. She looked around at those passing by and saw the looks on their faces. She then slowly took the blanket from her arm and unfolded it, holding it slightly out towards the woman. 

“What do you say we cover you up so all these people will stop staring?” she asked in the same warm and soft tone. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I want to help you.” she told her, taking a small step forward. Esme gave a warm smile to the woman, her eyes on hers as she watched her. There was something different about this woman, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam saw the realization hit Dean as he looked at him, and could see it hit him just as hard as it hit himself. His eyes never left Dean as he spoke about the woman being the baby and what Castiel had said, then nodded in agreement. He knew that getting the woman to come back with them could be hard and dangerous. He also hoped that she hadn’t panicked and hit anyone with a shock wave. As Dean bolted, he was close behind him as they ran out the back of the house. “You at least have a plan, right?” he asked him. 

“You’re not just going in blindly and have cocked, are you?” When they reached the Impala, he looked over the top of it at Dean. “There’s no telling what she is capable of. Especially if she thinks she’s in danger.” he told Dean. Sam’s eyes searched Dean for what he could be thinking at that moment. He knew how Dean could rush into a situation without thinking first. That was something that they couldn’t afford this time.