[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme looked up at Dean when he ran his hand across her shoulder blades, then watched him for a moment before sliding her feet into her socks. A smirk made its way to her lips as she saw him throw his jacket at Sam. Then it grew as she watched him searching around the room and heard him question himself. She knew exactly where his shirts were. She held back a laugh as she saw him remember the events from last night. She picked up a boot and shoved her foot into it as the memories flooded her mind as well. She then picked up the other and shoved her foot into it, then laced them up and tied them. 

She looked up from her boots at his comment, giving him a mock shocked look before he walked out to grab his shirts. “Me, aggressive? I think you have me confused with someone else, Doll Face.” she said as she adjusted her pant legs over her boots. Esme took to her feet as Dean came back into the room, a huge grin coming to her lips as he held up his shirt and questioned her, which she gave a small shrug to. “Hey now. You’re the one that started it and also agreed to it…… You seemed to like it too, from what I remember.” She walked across the room with a laugh to grab her jacket off the floor, almost forgetting that Sam was in the room. 

After picking up her jacket, she turned to look at Dean, smiling cutely, with her tongue poked between her teeth. She then threw her jacket around her shoulders and shoved her arms into the sleeves. She put her hands into the pockets of the jacket, making sure her car keys were still there, sighing softly with a laugh at what he muttered. She pulled her hands from her pockets and shook her head. “Staying sober.” she whispered ever so softly. “When have you ever stayed sober going out with me?” she joked and laughed. Esme fell silent as she scanned the room. 

“Where did you go?” she mumbled to herself. “Ah, there you are.” She walked over to the bed, knelt down, and reached under it and pulled out her gun. Turning to look at Dean, she held her gun flat in her palm. “Really? You kicked it under the bed?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Were you afraid I was going to use it?” She stood up and ran her thumb over the wolf carved on it before tucking it away in the back of her pants and pulled her shirt down over it as she waited for his answer. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam sighed, throwing up his hands at Dean’s comment and looked at the table. As Dean spoke about Esme, he turned his attention back to him. “Really?” he questioned. “Actually we could use the extra help with everything going on. Not to mention the bond her and Madison seem to have. I’d hate to see how she reacts if Esme were to leave.” he said with a little shiver at the thought. He fell silent for a moment and looked away from Dean, as he fell into slight thought. “I just hope she doesn't become too much of a distraction for you.” he said to where only he could hear. 

Sam then fell quite again as he watched the two moving around the room collecting their things and carrying on a conversation as if he wasn’t even there. His eyes went wide at the mention of Dean’s shirts on the hood of Esme’s car along with panties. [i]You’ve got to be kidding me.[/i] he thought to himself. His eyes went wider at Esme’s reply to Dean as if it was nothing new or unusual. Sam put a hand over his face and shook his head trying to block out the conversation going on between the two, now almost regretting coming to look for them in the first place. 

He would have been better off with Madison and Castiel, and not having to hear Dean and Esme talk vaguely about things that happened last night. Sam watched as Esme searched the room for her gun and talked to herself, noticing how it reminded him of Dean. When she walked to the bed and pulled it out to show him and confronted him, she reminded him of Dean once again. It was a bit weird but funny at the same time and he couldn’t help but smirk. But he still couldn’t get what they had been talking about out of his mind as well as some of the images that popped in too, causing him to shiver slightly. 

That was not something he wanted to see when it came to Dean and Esme. Sam took to his feet and looked at the two. “I think I’m going to head back. You two get you something to eat and I’ll see you at the house.”