[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme slept soundly next to Dean. With the way she had her arm draped over him, it blocked most of the sun from hitting her face. For the first time in months, her dreams were peaceful and not plagued with nightmares and gruesome images. Her dreams were partially filled with past memories of her and Dean and pieces of what happened last night. Like how she tried to quiet him down when he became vocal about needing a break from angels, demons, his brother, and everything else Winchester related. When Dean snuggled her close, she woke just a little, but not enough to stir. 

The closeness brought a smile to her lips and caused her to drift back off. At his gentle attempt to wake her up, she breathed in deeply and gave a tired groan in protest. “Ten more minutes…. Please.’ she said tiredly. She then snuggled up closer to him, her nose brushing along his jawline as she tilted her head up. She could feel a slight throb in her head from the one too many drinks she had last night. She vaguely remembered going back to get the extra drinks, but could remember getting into the room and the moments after. 

The night had turned out to be way more than she had expected it to be when they first arrived at the bar. And now, she didn’t want to get out of the bed, she was far too comfortable laying next to him in his arms to move. She knew they needed to check in with Sam, but she just wanted to enjoy a few more moments of this….. A few more minutes of feeling normal.