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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

By the time Cason made it back into the room, Esme had finished drying her hair and was combing through it with her fingers, with the bathroom door open. The bathroom had become too hot for the door to be cracked slightly. She didn’t notice him until he cleared his throat. She had a song playing in her head that had all her attention. She slightly flinched at him clearing his throat, she looked at him through the mirror at first before turning slightly to look at him, holding the towel close as he spoke. She found it amusing that Cason averted his eyes to the wall and stammered as he spoke. She couldn’t stop the smirk that came to her lips at his actions.

“Yes, I did.” she said in a relaxed tone, moving out of sight and cracking the door. She leaned against the wall next to the door, just barely able to see him through the crack of the door in the mirror. She held back a laugh as he said the bullet finally made its way out of his head. She had noticed before she moved into the bathroom. She then released a small sigh at his question. “I’m better.” she told him. “The shower helped calm me, but I’m still not too happy about waking up in your arms and being held so close.” she continued. She rested her head against the wall behind her, looking up, and sighed heavily aasked,t the thought of what she woke up to.

The only ones to hold her like that were her family and Dean, but she knew them, so it didn’t bother her. She had only just met Cason and hardly knew a thing about him, other than being a demon, and he had some sort of feelings for Annabeth. She looked back into the mirror to watch him for a moment, then looked down at her clothes on the floor in a pile. “Umm….. Do you happen to have any clean clothes out there I could put on?” she asked, looking once again in the mirror at him. In her anger, it had slipped her mind that she had nothing with her but the clothes on her back and her gun, which was still on the table Cason slammed it on.

She could put the clothes she had back on, but she risked the chance of being cut and scratched by any leftover glass and wood splinters in them from yesterday. She didn’t really want to put them back on or walk around in a towel, which she had to do a few times before. It really wasn’t a pleasant experience for her at the time or to remember.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

After Esme ran her hands through her hair, she let her arms drop once again to her side with balled fists. She just about snapped back with a smartass remark when he asked that’s not what people do. Instead, she rolled her eyes in response. Of course, a demon wouldn’t understand why she was so pissed about the whole action. Would it even do any good to explain it to him? She turned to face him once more as he continued to talk and brought up Sam and being stuck with her. “Stuck with me.” she said with a small laugh in her tone and he grabbed her arms. She fought against his grip on her but soon gave up, seeing as she couldn’t free herself from his grip by struggling.

Though, if she really wanted to get away, there were still a couple of things she could do, but she refrained from doing so. She glared at him as he searched her eyes and spoke about what happened as she slept. As she listened, she couldn’t quite comprehend why a demon would be so concerned about a human hurting themselves in their sleep. Why did such a simple action, which she was sure would have been done for her, have such an effect on him? When Cason licked the blood from his lip, her eyes drifted upwards to the bullet hole in his forehead. With how badly it was bleeding, she could tell the bullet was slowly working its way out. Her eyes then drifted back to his when he spoke about not getting herself killed or trying to kill him.

His small shove made her step back a couple of steps and smirk at his words. “Tantrum?” she questioned. “If you want to see a tantrum, I’ll show you a tantrum.” she said before the door slammed. Now, with the room to herself, she sighed heavily as she walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it then punched it. “Holy hellfire.” she whispered as she put her face into her hands. “How in hell did I get myself into this?” Esme ran her hands down her face and looked around the room, focusing on different items to calm herself down. At that moment, she wished she had the dark purple crystal wolf that hung from her car's rear-view mirror. Just looking at it always seemed to calm her pretty quickly.

Taking another deep breath and slowly releasing it, she stood up and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She didn’t want to admit it, but Cason was right about her needing a shower. She walked over to the shower and turned on the water, then adjusted it to the perfect temperature. “I can already tell this is going to be another long day.” she told herself. She checked the water one last time, then stripped and stepped in. She closed her eyes and stood under the water, letting it run over her face for a moment. She then placed her arms on the wall and leaned against it, letting the hot water run down the back of her head and back to release the tension she was feeling.

Thoughts swirled around in her mind as she stood beneath the hot water. Never in a million years would she have thought she’d have a demon following her around like a lost puppy. If it had been any other day, she would have snuffed him out without a second thought. She still couldn’t understand why she hadn’t killed him yet. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she then proceed to get herself clean and rid her hair of glass. Once she was clean and her hair was glass free, Esme lingered in the shower for a little while longer before finally forcing herself out. Grabbing a towel she wrapped it around her hair then grabbed another and dried herself off then wrapped it around herself, tucking in a corner so she didn’t have to hold it.

Walking to the door, she cracked it slightly so the steam had a way to escape and cool the bathroom down. Walking over to the sink, she noticed there was a hairdryer hanging on the wall. “Good, I don’t have to walk around with wet hair.” she told herself. Taking the hairdryer from the wall, she set it on the counter before leaning forward and taking the towel off her head. Using the towel she squeezed as much water as she could out of her hair, then threw the towel up on the counter. Then she picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair, combing through it with her fingers to dry it faster and not have knots in it.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme glared at Cason as he spoke, a fire still burning within her blue eyes. She raised a brow when he told her she couldn’t just shoot people. Well, he wasn’t a normal person; he was a demon, and she knew a shot to the head wouldn’t kill him even if she would have liked it to at that moment. She almost smirked as he tried to dislodge the bullet from his head, but held it back as he continued talking. The fact she woke up in an unfamiliar room, alone with him and having him hold her so close to him, infuriated her. She hardly knew him and still didn’t trust him fully, even if he made sure she was safe.

As he stepped towards her, she gripped her gun, her finger hovering over the trigger. She still felt tempted to shoot him again. Her eyes narrowed as he spoke about not doing anything to her. He may not have, but that still didn’t answer her question. As he took her gun from her hand and slammed it on the table, it was all she could do to keep herself from punching him in the face. “Why the hell wouldn’t I shoot you?!” she yelled at him. “I woke up to find myself in your arms and held close!” She clenched her fists as she continued to glare at him, then turned to the side slightly. “You may feel you owe me for helping Annabeth, but that still doesn’t explain why I woke up on your lap and in your arms!”

Esme pushed past him before the urge to punch him got the best of her, although it probably would have made her feel a little better. She knew the gunshot had to have been heard by the whole hotel, and it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking on or busting through the door from it. She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. She heard a couple pieces of glass hit the carpet from the action. Her emotions were already getting the better of her. Anger and sadness always hit her the strongest when she experienced them.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme continued to fight against her nightmare till the early hours of morning. Her nightmare was once again about the death of her family, but this time she was there, watching it all unfold, and was helpless to stop it. The death of her family had relentlessly haunted her sleep since it had happened, hardly ever letting her have a decent night's sleep. After it released its hold on her, she shivered before she relaxed with a heavy sigh in her sleep. A few tears had escaped her closed lids as she curled in on herself.

Esme slept slightly more peacefully for the rest of the morning, but still whimpered and shivered as she slept. Images of what she lost and couldn’t save still popping up behind her closed lids, but not as horrific as before. Esme slept through most of the morning, not knowing what she was going to wake up to. When she woke, it was mid to late morning, feeling groggy. She laid there thinking about what happened. The last thing she remembered was falling toward the hard tile floor. Then things went black before she could feel herself hit.

She soon realized her surroundings had changed. She was in a clean room and was laying in a bed, but realized she wasn’t alone. Her eyes went wide as she soon realized she was lying on someone’s lap and they had a hand on her head. “What the hell!” she almost yelled as she bolted up and scrambled from the bed. Reaching behind her, she pulled her gun that remained tucked in the back of her pants after everything. She released the safety as she spun around to face the bed and who was on it, pointing the gun at them. Upon seeing Cason sitting on the bed, her shock turned to anger, causing her to grip her gun tightly and pull the trigger.

The bullet hit its mark, right in Cason’s head. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” she said as she stared at him,. She backed away from the bed, anger still plastered on her face and a fire burning in her eyes from what she had woken up to. She brought up her left hand and pinched the bridge of her nose as she closed her eyes briefly and sighed, her gun still pointed at him. She was tempted to shoot him again as she stared at him. Why the hell was he holding me like that? she asked herself. “Care to explain what I just woke up to!?” she demanded.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

As Cason washed his hands, Esme leaned her head back against the wall but made sure she could still monitor him. When he finished and turned to her with a grin, she raised an eyebrow. As he spoke, she listened and studied him. He appeared to be truthful. But then again, she was pretty much a human lie detector. She almost laughed when he told her to consider him in her debt. A demon in the debt of a hunter, now that was something. That could either be a good thing or a bad thing because who knows when it could go bad and bite you in the ass.

Esme looked at him with her brow still raised as he tried to prove that he was serious. All she could do at this moment was let it play out and see where it went. When Cason poked his head out the door and held his hands up as if she would fall, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes a bit. She sighed heavily at his words to the others. She pushed herself off the wall and stumbled a bit. “I said I’m fine!” she snapped at Cason. Though the quick movement was a bad idea, her vision blurred, and she became light-headed. “Hellfire.” she mumbled, as she reached for something to grab a hold of. She could feel nothing close and soon felt herself falling towards the tile floor.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme closed her eyes as she leaned against the sink, still breathing slowly. She felt Cason come up behind her, but said nothing as he stood there for a moment. She focused on her breathing until he spoke to her, which caused a slight smirk to appear on her lips. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and slowly pushed herself away from the sink, then staggered back into a wall, her smirk disappearing. She leaned against the wall and focused on Cason while also focusing on standing.

“I’ll be fine.” she told him, her tone a bit stronger than a whisper. “You owe me one?” she questioned, a laugh almost forming in her tone as she watched him. “How is it you owe me?” she continued with a raised brow. A demon saying they owed one to a hunter. That was something she never thought she’d ever hear.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I've felt the same way about the discord.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme had heard Cason ask his question as she healed Annabeth, but had chosen not to answer him. Mostly because she was trying to concentrate on what she was doing and because she felt she really didn’t have to answer. She was just about to make the first stitch on the second wound when Cason spoke to Benjamin. She paused at his words and looked over her shoulder at Benjamin to see what he’d do, missing the whole appearance of the Ray Bans but not the words Cason spoke to Annabeth. When he confirmed he could help, she inwardly sighed. She wouldn’t admit it aloud, but she was glad he stepped in to heal her, even though she wished he would have done it sooner.

She watched as he made his way over, said a spell, and healed her. Esme couldn’t help but inspect where the wounds had been as he spoke . She could just barely make out the light scar left behind. She then looked at Annabeth and placed her hand that still rested on her arm and gave it a small friendly squeeze. “Looks like he fixed you up pretty well.” she said warmly. “I’ll be back in a bit.” she told her as she stood from the bed. “I’m going to go clean up.” Gathering everything she used and the kit, Esme headed into the bathroom.

Once there, she sat everything down on the toilet set and cracked the door behind her, just hearing Benjamin’s last words. She turned and walked to the sink, placing a hand on both sides and leaning against it as she looked into the cracked mirror. When she looked at the reflection, she hardly recognized the person looking back at her. She was pale, dishevelled, and the dark circles under eyes were slightly more visible than they were earlier. Sighing heavily, she turned on the water and cleaned up.

“What a hell of a day this has been.” she whispered as she cleaned up. She then put everything away, feeling herself coming down from everything now she was away from everyone. She made it back to the sink and clung to it, feeling herself become lightheaded and weak. “Come on. Hang in there.” she whispered to herself. She breathed slowly, trying to get herself through it.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth
Thank you. You're pretty awesome yourself. ^_^

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Alrighty, I'll see what I can come up with. ^_^