[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme’s eyebrows raised when he said he could fix the problem of her not seeing the hellhounds. She couldn’t help but wonder just how he could make that possible. She watched him reach forward and touch her hand with his finger, feeling a strange sensation when he did. When he pulled his hand back, she lifted her hand and looked at the black mark that was now on her hand. It was strange to know that this mark would help her see the hounds and basically serve as a mark of protection. As she sat there, she could only imagine what the others would think once they found out she had agreed to have the hounds protect her. 

They’d she was crazy, more than likely. And poor Dean. He’d probably not want to be anywhere near her. She wouldn’t blame any of them for not wanting to be around her. She came back to reality when she heard one hound howl. She couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down her spine at how eerie and massive it sounded. She almost didn’t want to follow his gaze to the window, to where he said one was sitting outside it with another possibly close by. [i]Biggest two? They’ll love me?[/i] she thought to herself as she looked towards the window. 

In her mind, that could be a good thing or a bad thing, even though he could tell he was joking. If Esme was honest with herself, this was extremely unnerving to her. She could see a part of the hound's head and a pair of ears just over the window seal with tendrils of smoke coming from its head. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cason stand and hold his hand out to her. She hesitated before finally taking his hand to let him help her up off the floor. She was sure her face showed how nervous she was, but she didn’t care. 

She had every right to be nervous about coming face to face with a hellhound, even if she was told they would protect her and not harm her. “Alright, let's do this.” she said with a nervous sigh.