[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme watched Cason as he took in her words and shrug his shoulders at her mention of Cupid, seeing he wasn’t sure how Cupid could control him either. She continued to look at him as he sighed and shook his head, not knowing what to say. She wasn’t really expecting an answer from him on it, knowing he probably didn’t know how to answer or even know what to say. At her mention to help keep things calm and essentially protect him, she saw his head perk up and his gaze soften as he scanned her eyes. As he spoke, her smile grew a little. “Of course I care.” she started in a warm tone to his awkward laughed. 

Esme let him take her hand and pull her away from her car and across the parking lot. “There may be some tension between everyone, but you have been a help to all of us. Not to mention, you know more about angels than all of us. I hope they can see past what happened last night, since none of us had much control over what we did, and see what a help you can be with the angel situation.” she told him as they stepped through the garage. As they passed Dean’s Impala, she reached out and let her fingertips gently brush against it as they walked by. Esme still loved Dean’s car, almost as much as she loved her own. 

Both cars had a special place in her heart that held both good and sad memories. She pulled her eyes away from the Impala as they reached the door, glimpsing Cason’s shaky hand as he opened it. As they entered, she could feel the happiness that filled the kitchen, but could also feel Dean’s sudden tension and Annabeth’s nervousness when Cason entered the kitchen ahead of her. Once she was in, she closed the door behind her and stepped around Cason, a small smile on her lips to everyone. “Good morning everyone.” she greeted warmly. “I hope you all slept well.” 

With little thought, she began to softly project calm and happiness into the room. It was just enough to fill the room, but not tire her out or drain her too quickly. She didn’t want to see anything go wrong or get off to a poor start this early in the morning. She let her eyes travel to everyone in the kitchen, scanning them to see what they were feeling and possibly thinking. Her gaze stopped on Annabeth as ,she watched her nervously play with Sam’s earlobes. Other than being nervous of Cason being there, she seemed like she was doing a lot better. Even Mika seemed to be doing alright, which made her relax from her nervousness from when they arrived. 

After a moment, she dropped her gaze to the table to see the plate of sandwiches, then lifted her gaze again, looking around the kitchen at everyone again. Esme hoped that her projecting would keep everyone in a good mood for the most part.