[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had smiled more at his eye roll to her comment. When he kissed her back and quickly wrapped his arms around her, she laughed with a small gasp as he pulled her on top of him and the covers over their heads. Yep, Sam was definitely going to be beyond pissed about this, but if Dean was okay with it so was she. It looked like Dean was going to milk this time with her for all it was worth, and she was completely fine with that. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam sat at a table staring at his phone with a look of irritation, waiting for Dean to return his calls and texts. He and Esme had been out all night and still hadn’t made it to the house. He had an idea what had happened between the two of them, but he still couldn’t help but let his mind drift to think of something bad happening to them. He sighed heavily as he continued to stare at the phone in his hand before dialing Dean’s number again. It rang and rang until Dean’s voicemail picked up again. Sam sighed in irritation and pinched the bridge of his nose as he listened to Dean’s voice.

 “Dean! Answer your damn phone!” He ended the call and almost slammed the phone on the table. He was so caught up in trying to get ahold of Dean that he didn’t really hear much of what Castiel and Madison were saying. A little while passed, Sam picked up his phone again after not hearing from Dean yet. He typed another text to Dean.  

[b]Dean, where the hell are you?
Call or text me back[/b]

He hit send and tossed the phone on the table again. He then shot up from the table and grabbed his jacket. “I’m going to go find them.” he called over his shoulder. He grabbed his jacket, opened the door, and walked out, not waiting for a reply from either Castiel or Madison. Sam made his way to the Impala and got in, putting the keys into the ignition, and started the car. He almost peeled out as he left the house to go find Dean and Esme. She drove to the bar he knew Dean went to while in Sioux Falls, then searched for Esme’s car from there. He soon spotted it at a motel and he pulled in. 

Walking inside, he spoke to the woman behind the counter, explaining who he was looking for. She smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah, they came in here late last night pretty drunk. They’re in room 219.” she told him. “Thanks.” he said, turning and walking out. Sam couldn’t help but sigh in relief knowing that Dean was alright, but was pissed that he hadn’t contacted him. Sam made his way to the room Dean and Esme were staying in. When he reached the door, he stood there for a moment, then banged on the door hard. “DEAN! OPEN THE DOOR, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!” he yelled.