[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had listened to Dean explain he wasn’t planning on fighting Sam, and Sam didn’t want to fight. She knew neither wanted to, but with Sam’s emotions high, it could have happened. She also knew that Dean wouldn’t have put her in the middle of it. She had also noticed his flinch when she had blamed herself for his getting punched in the nose by Sam. A small smile had come to her lips. Of course, he wouldn’t let her blame herself for it happening and turn the blame on himself. He never did like it when she blamed herself for something. 

She hadn’t expected him to flinch when she touched his cheek, but saw his concern turn to relaxation as he leaned into her hand, which was what she had been going for. When he smiled at her kissing his nose, she smiled back. Esme nodded in agreement to his comment on his nose. From the sound she heard when Sam’s fist made contact, it was highly possible. When he leaned in and kissed her, she returned it just as sweetly and brushed her thumb across his cheek. She smiled warmly as he gently squeezed her hand in his and nodded in agreement. 

“I think you’re probably right about that.” she said with a little laugh. “I sure hope so. My stomach is too empty and my head hurts too much to deal with that again.” she said with a grin. Esme then leaned in and kissed him deeply, letting it linger before she pulled back with a warm smile upon her lips. “So….. Who’s going to get my clothes? Me or you?” she grinned with a small laugh.