[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme continued to sleep like a rock, completely unaware that Cason had popped into the room again, had tried to wake her up, and had called Dean for help in waking her up. It had been some time since she had been hit with so much emotion and had gone into such a deep sleep. If left alone, she’d wake up in a couple of days, but with everything going on, they couldn’t really afford to wait for her to wake up on her own. They needed everyone they had to go through the books and gather all the information they could. Not to mention, everyone knew how Cason was with her and wouldn’t let anything happen to her. 

Before she had gone to bed, she knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t wake for a few days, but also knew that Cason would check in on her if she hadn’t shown back up at Bobby’s, and would more than likely do whatever he could to wake her up. It was probably a good thing for Cason that she forgot to grab her gun from her bag and put it under her pillow before she fell asleep last night. At Cason’s kiss, Esme took in a deep breath through her nose, followed by a small groan. In her sleepy state, she slightly kissed him back, but as her mind registered everything, her eyes flew open to see Cason’s face. 

Startled, she then quickly shoved him back as she sat up in the bed, balled up her right fist and aimed a punch at his face. “What the hell, Cason.” she breathed, trying not to yell. She pushed herself up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard and brought up her knees, then ran her hands through her hair and down her face before resting her elbows on her knees with her face in her hands. Why did he insist on being so close to her when she woke up? She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly to calm her racing heart from being startled. Sarah inched her way over to her side and placed her head in the bend of Esme’s arm and nuzzled her gently with a small whine.

“I know. I’m sorry I worried you.” she whispered softly to Sarah. “I was just so tired from yesterday.” She leaned her head over and placed it against Sarah’s with a sigh. Esme brought her hands away from her face, laid them over her knees and looked over at Cason, feeling slightly bad for punching him. “Dean told you to kiss me to wake me up, didn’t he?” she asked softly.