[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme watched Dean continue to storm away as he shrugged everyone off. Then she turned to Natalia as she went to follow Dean and stopped at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. Esme nodded to her words and watched her go after Dean. Esme turned back to Cason, seeing Bobby helping him to his feet, and sent him to the couch. Her gaze followed him, a fire still burning within them as she stared at him as he sat down. She stood there thinking about what Cason could have possibly done to piss Dean off so badly as to have him try and kill him. “What the hell did you do to piss him off so bad, Cason?!” she asked at the same time Mika mumbled to him. 

She didn’t catch what the woman said, but saw her quickly ascend the stairs to get away from everyone. It was then she heard Sarah and Violet fighting with each other to get through the door. She turned to look just as they made it through, to see Sarah running at her and hopped up on her, knocking her to the floor on her ass with a thud and hiss. Esme looked at the hellhound that now laid on her legs, pinning her in place. “Sarah, get your ass off of me!” she growled at the hound. It was clear the rage still had a firm hold on her, even with Dean out of the room. 

She tried to shove Sarah off of her, but Sarah only inched her way up with a whine in her throat. Esme fought to get out from under Sarah, but was failing miserably. “I said get off of me!” she grumbled. Eventually, Sarah made it where she was laying the length of Esme’s body, where her body was mostly on Esme’s legs and waist, her head on her torso, and her paws holding down Esme’s arms. Esme was completely pinned, but could still breathe under Sarah’s weight. Esme growled under the weight of Sarah and the fact that she wouldn’t get off of her, no matter how much she struggled or told her to get off. 

Finally, Esme sighed heavily and laid her head back on the floor, as she could feel herself calming and the rage leaving her. It was then she noticed her fists were still balled tightly. She forced herself to relax her hands and breathe deeply as she closed her eyes. As the rage left her little by little, she could feel her body trembling from its effects. Never had she been so affected by rage in this way before, and now, with a clear mind, she actually scared herself with how angry she had gotten. She could think clearly about Dean’s actions as well, and that scared her as well.