[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme opened her eyes and lifted her head when she heard Dean’s footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs. She then looked over at Cason as he stood from the couch. It was easy to see he didn’t want to be around Dean. At his words, she gave a small nod. “Alright.” she said simply. She watched as Violet followed him to the front door, then turned her attention back to Dean and Mika. Dean looked rough, to say the least. As Dean and Sam interacted, Esme gently pushed Sarah’s head from her lap and took to her feet from the floor with Sarah’s help. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cason and Violet walk out the front, also catching Dean’s shudder at the ruffling papers from Violet walking on them. 

She was thankful that none of the hellhounds had jumped in to break up the fight between Dean and Cason. That was something she knew she wouldn’t have been able to handle seeing and knew that she would have really lost it. Dean’s voice pulled her from her thoughts of the fight, a slight smile coming to her lips at his words. As Bobby spoke, she could stop herself from giving a slight nod in agreement at his statement. She was happy to hear that Dean’s head injury wasn’t too bad, but she had to agree with Bobby that Dean’s outbursts needed to be snuffed before they got too far out of hand. 

She could lend a hand with that, but she wasn’t sure just how Mika would take to that after what had happened tonight. Only time would tell how that would play out. When Dean replied to Bobby, Esme focused back on him, listening to what he said and feeling the same as he did. When he turned to her and waved his hand at her, she sighed heavily. He knew her better than anyone in the room, almost better than she knew herself. When he asked how she was, she gave him a warm yet tired smile. “I’m fine. Nothing a good night's sleep shouldn’t remedy.” The tiredness from the night showed in her tone, but you could see that she was truthful in what she said. She knew after a night of uninterrupted sleep she would be ready to face whatever they ran into the next day.