[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme continued to look at their hands as she waited for his answer. All this was far too familiar, and it was making things all the harder on her, especially when she could feel his emotions. When he wiped away her tears one by one, she looked up at him and watched his face. Her eyes lightly closed when he leaned in, placed his hand on the back of her neck, and pressed his lips against her forehead and gave a shuddered sigh. At his words, she opened her eyes as he pulled back to look into her eyes. As he gazed into her eyes, she gazed into his eyes and read the look he was giving her. 

She could see the message he was trying to convey to her. Her gaze softened, showing that she understood his message. When his eyes sank into a pleading look, she had to drop her gaze back to their hands as his hand dropped, going along her collarbone, down her arm and to her hand. His words hit her like a kick in the gut and a knife in the heart, and it caused her to close her eyes briefly as more emotions swept over her and she could only nod that she would stay and not run. At his excuse, she gave a sad smile, as she knew the excuse well. After all this time, he still worked out his emotions in the way she had shown him. 

This time, he needed his space to work things out. At Cason’s sudden appearance and words, she tensed up and gave a jump, but she didn’t look over at him. She kept her gaze on Dean. At Dean’s words, she nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you there.” she whispered back. She let her hands drop to her sides when he let them go and watched him walk away to the garage. She turned and looked at her car. The thought of leaving was still on her mind, but she didn’t walk towards it. She had told Dean she’d stay and she couldn’t go back on that. Esme looked away from her car and looked out over the junkyard, catching Cason still on the porch out of the corner of her eye. 

She didn’t want to be around anyone at the moment. She needed to be alone for a little while, and she hoped Cason would allow her some time to herself. She then walked to her car and sat on the hood. She dared not get inside it for fear of fighting the action to leave again. She then pushed herself further up on the hood and laid across it and closed her eyes. She breathed in the cool air slowly. After a moment, she heard faint music playing in the distance. Whatever was affecting everyone had struck again. She placed her hands on her face, breathed deeply, and tried to block it all out. “What the hell is going on with this day?” she whispered into her hands.