As Esme sat on the bed, she hid a light smile that tried to come to her lips at Duke questioning if she was speaking Gaelic, to which she nodded slightly. It was a little surprising that he knew it was Gaelic she had spoken. She continued to look at Sarah as Duke continued to speak to her and when he slid off the bed. At that moment, she was at a loss for words to respond with, though she was relieved to hear he’d stay as long as she wanted him to or she decided to leave with him. Even if she was slightly afraid to let herself fall back into that place she was once in with Duke again or further, it was still nice to hear those words. Even with that fear, she couldn’t deny that there was definitely something there, especially since she had kissed him back after he had kissed her earlier. All that knew her, knew she wasn’t one to openly admit her fears, especially to those she cared about most. They had to be pried or coaxed out of her, sometimes with a promise that it wouldn’t be held against her or used as a playful joke. Then again, there wasn’t much she was afraid of. Esme watched Duke from the corner of her eye, thinking about what he had said, and knew he was right. Right now, sleep would do her a world of good and would help her forget about the memory creeping back into her mind, which was something she was all for. She didn’t want to think back on that time of her life again, it made her feel weak and stupid for letting it happen and not seeing the signs.

When Duke returned to the bed, the slight tug of the blankets pulled her from her thoughts and she turned her head slightly towards him as he spoke and offered his arm to her. “I could tell you to keep your hands to yourself as well.” she almost whispered as she dropped her head slightly with a slight smile and a soft sigh. At any other moment, she would have laughed at him telling her to keep her hands to herself if she wanted, and she knew he knew that. Though at that moment, she felt her mind was swimming with every thought under the sun and she could feel herself tensing up again from Duke offering her his arm. Her fingers found the blankets and gripped them tightly before she brought her head up and looked at Duke’s offered arm. Fighting with herself, she forced herself to release the blankets but still hesitated a few moments before slowly taking Duke's arm. She then laid down with him, still holding onto his arm as she laid her head on the pillows and the side of her face rested against his arm. Once he turned off the lights, she could feel her exhaustion settling in and her body feeling as if it were made of lead. Sighing heavily, she adjusted her head slightly and closed her eyes. “Don’t worry about Sarah.” she whispered to him. She lifted one of her hands from Duke’s arm to pull the blankets up more around her, then placed her hand back where it once had been. “She won’t do anything to you. I promise.” she added tiredly. It wasn’t long until Esme sighed softly as she nuzzled into Duke’s arm signaling that she had fallen asleep, just like she had always done back when it was just the three of them.

Esme fell into a deep sleep, one of the deepest she’d ever had. It started out peaceful and dreamless but after a while, that changed. She began to dream about the good times she had with Dean and Duke and some of the cases they had taken on. She dreamed about a time they had taken on Ghouls in a sleepy little town’s cemetery that turned out to be a little more than they had expected. Instead of just one or two Ghouls to take care of, it turned out to be four. They came out battered and bruised but they did get the job done, then headed back to their motel room to get cleaned up before going out for a drink. The place they picked just so happened to be having a Karaoke night, which of course was something they couldn’t pass up taking part in. Esme loved singing Karaoke and just singing in general, especially on those long road trips. As soon as they walked into the bar, her and Duke went over and signed up to sing for the night while Dean went and found a table. After signing up and meeting up with Dean at the table, they both received a look from him that said “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” which made them both start to laugh. “Nope, we sure couldn’t.” Esme answered for both of them with a huge grin. The three laughed and Dean helped her into a chair at the table, then he mumbled something about having to sign up too since they did. Which just caused more laughter as he walked off to do just that. “You know you love it! Don’t you dare deny it either!” she called after him. He responded with a shrug of his shoulders as he walked away but it was clear to her that he was smiling as he went. 

By the time Dean had made it back, the drinks had been ordered and were on the table. Dean took his normal spot next to Esme and Duke sat across from them. The night went on smoothly with talking and laughing as people got up to sing for the crowd, by the time Duke’s turn rolled around both boys were already drunk but that didn’t stop Duke from downing the last of his drink and marching up to the stage that had been set up. He got up there and sang his country heart out and the whole bar absolutely loved it. Playing to the crowd, he tipped his hat to them before walking off the stage and back to the table. Before Esme could comment on his singing, the next singer's name was called, “Nightingale”. She smiled then pushed back her chair and stood, it was the name she always used when it came to Karaoke ever since a friend of theirs called her it after singing one night, it just kind of stuck. Plus, she never liked using her real name during these things. “Wish me luck.” she teased as she walked around Dean’s chair. Both made a comment about her not needing luck as she made her way to the stage, causing her to laugh softly to herself. Once on the stage, everything around her faded away other than the music. She stood there and sang her heart out, not for the crowd but for herself, and a little for Dean and Duke. When the song ended, every sound came rushing back along with the bar erupting in applause and cheers. Esme took a bow and gave a smile before walking off stage and back to the boys. After sitting down, they talked about her performance as well as Duke’s as another person was called up to sing. 

Next was Dean’s turn, who was definitely drunk by now, though he got up and made his way to the stage to sing. And sing he did even with some of his words slurred in his drunken state. Half the bar hated it, the other half loved it. Dean’s singing gave Esme and Duke a good laugh and they cheered him on. As Dean made his way off stage after his song, the dream began to fade away, then completely when he made it back to the table, sat down, and put his arm around her shoulders. Her dreams settled a little after that, giving her small bits of memories here and there from the past and the past few days before lingering on deeper moments of her past.