[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme watched him as he took in what she said. She knew he wanted to lock her up even before he said he was half tempted to. At his mention of how the Winchester’s weren’t their strongest apart, gave a sigh. “I’m aware of that.” She looked towards the stairs that lead to the basement. She knew that this was going to be hard on all the Winchesters with Sam being locked in the vault. She looked back at Cason as he brushed his knuckles against her cheek and saw his pout. His pout showed her that her words had gotten through to him, and that she would not change her mind. 

When he spoke, she had to smirk a bit at his words. She knew that he’d go on a killing spree if anything were to happen to her during the fight, and she nodded to let him know she understood. She was about to answer when she saw Bobby pointing out a sigil to Natalia, then looked back at Cason. “I’ll be as careful as I can. I don’t plan on dying anytime soon.” she said with a small smile. She then turned to face him, looking him in the eyes. “What I don’t get is…… Why the hell do you like having me around?” 

It really did confuse her, she hadn’t really given him a reason to like having her around. Since they had met, she’s passed out, and he had to take her to a motel, she shot him, hit him, and now he had his hellhounds protecting her. If she was honest, she’s been nothing short of a handful and a pain in the ass for him. By all rights he should want anything to do with her and want to get away from her as soon as possible, or even want to kill her. But no, he flat out tells her he kinda likes having her around and doesn’t want anything to ruin it.