[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme knew how relieved Dean was to see her smiling and had agreed with him about getting dressed. She also knew that he was afraid that she would leave after what had happened between him and Sam. She partially knew that it was coming with how they just dropped off for several hours, but something like that wouldn’t chase her away that easily. She fully intended to stick around and see this through and help where she can. After she kissed him, she held back the laugh that threatened to escape her as she saw him chase after her kiss. But did laugh at his comment about her clothes. 

“Yeah, they are kind of all over the room.” she said, the laugh caring in her voice. Her eyes closed briefly as he ran his hand down to her chin and pinched it gently. “Good luck.” she called as he walked out. When the door shut, she stood to her feet and walked over to the sink and looked into the mirror above it. She couldn’t help but laugh at herself a bit. Her hair looked a little wild, and she had a bit of makeup smudged on her face. She reached over and grabbed a washcloth, then turned on the water and wet it. She then put a little soap on it and cleaned off the smudged makeup on her face. 

By the time she finished, Dean opened the door and tossed in her clothes. They landed at her feet. “Thank you.” Esme just barely got the words out before the door closed again. Dropping the blanket, she picked up her clothes from the floor and got dressed as quickly as she could. She then ran her fingers through her hair to make herself look a little more presentable. She gave a small sigh, knowing this was as good as it was going to get, adjusted her shirt and opened the door. Before walking out, she picked up her boots and the blanket. After walking out, she tossed the blanket on the bed, then set her boots in a chair. She then quietly went on the hunt for her missing socks while Dean and Sam talked. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam became lost in his thoughts as he waited for Dean and Esme to finish talking and seeing if she was alright. When Dean came out of the bathroom, he snapped out of his thoughts about everything going on and Madison. He nodded to Dean before looking over at him and watching him gather Esme’s clothes before he went behind the partition wall. “I’m fine, Dean.” he said simply. He then set his phone on the table next to him, then looked back to Dean as he tossed Esme her clothes. “Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean there’s something wrong, you know?” 

He looked at the bathroom door a moment before looking back at Dean. “How’s she doing? Everything alright with her?” he asked, gesturing towards the bathroom door. He was wondering how she was after what went on in front of her this morning involving his tantrum. When Esme finally came out of the bathroom, he looked over at her and could see that she seemed to be doing better. He could see she was purposely being quiet to let them talk. “Hey, you doing okay?” he asked her. She momentarily stopped her hunt and smiled at him. “Yeah, I’m alright.” she said warmly. She then went back to searching for her socks. When she found them, she went and sat in the chair she had sat her boots in.