[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme laid next to Dean with her arm curled up under her head. A content sigh escaped her lips, followed by a smile. Her eyes cut to the door as Sam banged on it. Her smile faded as she heard him yelling through the door. She sighed heavily and shook her head. “Uh huh.” she whispered. As Dean got out of bed and pulled the sheet, she took hold of the blanket and pulled up over her chest and under her arms as she sat up in the bed. She held the blanket close as she used one hand to run her hand through her hair to get it out of her face. 

She watched as Dean went to the door, unlocked it, and opened it to reveal Sam’s scowling face. The man was beyond pissed, and she could feel it. His anger hit her like a punch in the face, causing her to flinch slightly. [i]Breathe girl, breathe.[/i] she told herself. She slowly took in breaths and slowly let them out as Dean spoke to Sam, and she tried to block out his anger. She turned her attention away from the door and bent one of her legs up towards her, then fiddled with a random loose thread on the blanket. 

Esme could feel Sam’s anger building more from Dean’s words, and she was waiting for Sam to lower the boom on Dean. Then it happened, causing her to wince a bit as Sam yelled at Dean once again. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam was about to pound on the door once again, but Dean finally answered the door. He glared at Dean as he spoke to him, Dean’s words causing his anger to rise. “What do I want?!” he spat. He shoved Dean hard in the chest, forcing him back into the room, then stepped in and slammed the door behind him. He was so focused on Dean, he didn’t even notice Esme sitting in the bed behind Dean, covering herself with the blanket. A fire burned behind his eyes as he clenched his fists, wanting to punch Dean square in the face. “What the hell, Dean! You couldn’t pick up the phone and at least answer me!” he yelled. 

“With everything coming down on our asses, you couldn’t pick up the phone and let me know where you were!?” He clenched his fists tighter at his sides as he glared at Dean. He closed his eyes tight briefly, then opened them again and swung a punch at Dean’s face. “I know you needed time away from it all, but…… Dammit, Dean!” Sometimes Sam couldn’t understand Dean’s thinking when it came to others trying to check up on him. 

Yes, he understood he needed to get away from it all and wanted to reconnect with Esme, but that didn’t mean he had to shut him out and not let him know where he was. Especially when everything that's happening now around them.