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A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Hmm, that sounds like it could be interesting.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Sorry I haven't posted anything.
Just trying to figure out what I want to do.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme continued to drive, her eyes scanning the buildings, sidewalks and people she saw walking along. She drove down the road for a while before something caught her attention. The people walking along the sidewalk seemed to be bothered or had their eyes drawn to something. She continued on, looking for the cause of the distraction in the area. It didn’t take long for her to find what she was looking for. Her eyes widened a bit at the sight she saw. Her eyes landed on an unclothed young woman walking along the road.

This wasn’t what she was expecting to find. Sighing, she found a place to park and killed the engine, then pulled out the key. She then reached into the back seat and grabbed the blanket she always kept there, opened the car door, then stepped out, grabbing her gun before closing the door behind her. She draped the blanket over her arm, then tucked her gun away and locked the car door, then made her way slowly to the young woman. As she closed in, she tried to make herself appear as unthreatening as possible.

She held her hands where they were both visible before speaking to the woman. “Hey, are you alright?” she asked in a warm and soft tone. As Esme waited for an answer, she looked the woman over, looking for any injuries she may have. She saw none, but noticed that she was crying and seemed unsure about the tear she had just wiped away. She looked around at those passing by and saw the looks on their faces. She then slowly took the blanket from her arm and unfolded it, holding it slightly out towards the woman.

“What do you say we cover you up so all these people will stop staring?” she asked in the same warm and soft tone. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I want to help you.” she told her, taking a small step forward. Esme gave a warm smile to the woman, her eyes on hers as she watched her. There was something different about this woman, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.

Sam Winchester

Sam saw the realization hit Dean as he looked at him, and could see it hit him just as hard as it hit himself. His eyes never left Dean as he spoke about the woman being the baby and what Castiel had said, then nodded in agreement. He knew that getting the woman to come back with them could be hard and dangerous. He also hoped that she hadn’t panicked and hit anyone with a shock wave. As Dean bolted, he was close behind him as they ran out the back of the house. “You at least have a plan, right?” he asked him.

“You’re not just going in blindly and have cocked, are you?” When they reached the Impala, he looked over the top of it at Dean. “There’s no telling what she is capable of. Especially if she thinks she’s in danger.” he told Dean. Sam’s eyes searched Dean for what he could be thinking at that moment. He knew how Dean could rush into a situation without thinking first. That was something that they couldn’t afford this time.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme was growing restless as she poured over her research. She just kept looking over the same things and feeling like she wasn’t getting anywhere. Closing the books and gathering up the papers, she put them in a pile by her bag and ran her hands through her hair. “There has to be something I’m missing.” she said, looking up at the ceiling. She let her hands fall to the bed as she looked over at the clock. She had been there for several hours doing nothing but looking over books and papers. She sighed heavily and ran her hands down her face in frustration.

Jumping up from the bed, she grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. She glanced around the room and at the bed, then opened the door and walked out. As she walked to the car, she pulled out her keys. She walked to the truck and opened it, throwing her stuff in. Esme walked to the driver's door and unlocked it, opened the door and got in. Placing the key in the ignition, she gave it a turn, and the car roared to life. She looked up at the photos on the visor for a moment that were held in place with rubber bands.

One photo was of her and her mother, the other her and her father. She then looked down and pulled out of the parking spot, and left the hotel’s parking lot. She headed into Sioux Falls to find more answers to the many questions that ran through her mind. As she drove, she turned up the radio to have some background noise and to keep her awake. As she drove, she kept an eye out for anything strange or just didn’t seem to fit in.

Sam Winchester

Sam followed behind Dean as he went into the room, equally shocked as he stepped into the room. He was half expecting to see a gory scene when he walked in, but there was hardly any blood at all. His eyes scanned the room, first landing on the table with medical supplies, then to the bed where Amy lay. His face contorted into one of grief and anger. He closed his eyes and dropped his head, then looked up when Dean stopped his foot. Sam watched Dean, seeing that his mind was going in all different directions, as was his.

He wondered where the baby was and if it had even been born. He also wondered if it had wings or not. He was about to cut Dean off, but Dean ended up trailing off and scanning the room. At the tap on his arm, he looked to where Dean alerted him to, his eyes landing on the young woman rocking in the corner. He focused on the young woman as Dean stepped towards her. A shock wave sounded before he could even react. He attempted to draw his gun, but he was moving too slow to draw it and get off a shot, unlike Dean.

When his feet hit the ground, he scanned the room. But the young woman was nowhere in sight. A look of confusion had planted itself on his features as he turned to look at Dean. He shrugged at his question. His mind raced to find an answer, his eyes going wide as the answer came to him. “You don’t think it was….” he trailed off. He almost couldn’t believe that it could be the right answer. What they saw was no baby in that corner.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme briefly looked over at Cason when he cleared her throat to answer her. She could feel him looking at her but she continued to look forward. She didn’t want to miss it when everyone pulled out. She mentally flinched when Cason told her she couldn’t say a word to the Winchesters. At that moment, she regretted asking what the phone call was about. She hated keeping secrets from others that involved those she cared for and knew. As she listened to what Cason had to say, she unconsciously gripped her steering wheel.

When he finished, she let out a breath she had apparently been holding in. She closed her eyes tight trying to process everything that Cason had just laid on her. This was a massive amount of information to dump on her all at once, and on top of that, he didn’t want her to mention any of it to the Winchesters. How could she possibly keep something like this from them? She just met up with them a day ago and was trying to show that they could trust her and then this gets dropped into her lap.

Nothing good could possibly come out of this. She opened her eyes, feeling his eyes on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away from the car ahead of her. Esme sighed heavily, her teeth clenching. She had no words to reply to Cason with. She knew that he wanted her to feel safe, but at that moment, she didn’t care about her safety. She was worried about the safety of the others.
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The drive to Sioux Falls was long and quiet. Everything Cason had told her swirled around in her mind the entire trip. She feared for the safety of the others and wondered who this supposed old friend of Dean’s could be. By now she was desperate to get out of the car and have a bit of breathing room. She seriously needed some time to herself for at least a few minutes. When they finally reached Bobby’s, she was probably a little happier than she should have been, but she didn’t let that show on her face.

She pulled in and parked, making sure not to block any paths, in or out. She sat in the car a moment after Cason got out, looking over the place in front of her. It seemed familiar as if she had been here before in the distant past, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember it. Sighing, she turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and stuck it into her pocket. Opening the door, she got out and closed the door behind her, and leaned against her car. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but she felt like she needed one right about now.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme had closed her door before Cason had answered, then gave a signal to Sam and Natalia to let them know they were ready. She had noticed his flinch before he answered but didn’t say anything about it at that moment, but nodded to him saying he had to make a call on the way. She looked out the front window and placed her hands on the steering wheel and prepared herself for the drive. She was ready to regroup and fill the holes in what information she had. If angels were now part of the game, what else could be in store for them?

She sighed to herself as thoughts went through her mind, she held back a shiver that tried to run down her spine. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cason pull out his phone and made his call. She couldn’t help but focus on what he said, even if she didn’t look his way. The one side of the conversion definitely had her attention, especially the past about not saying anything to someone until they figure out what’s going on with the angels. When Cason ended his call and stared at the car ahead of them, she cut her eyes over at him.

“That sounded like an…… Interesting call.” she said to him. “You mind sharing with the class?” she continued. As she sat there waiting, she couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t tell her what was just discussed or he would lie about it. But there was still the possibility that he’d tell her but leave things out after everything that had happened between them. She then turned her focus back through the windshield and on the car ahead.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme was on the road once again, and this trip seemed longer than ever. She was hungry and exhausted from countless nights of restless sleep, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop and rest until she arrived where she needed to be. She felt like she was getting close to finding the Nephilim she was told about, but she was still skeptical about it being real. She was still on the fence about angels being truly real since she had never seen one. Everything she had read said that if a Nephilim existed, it would be a powerful being. Which in her eyes meant something dangerous that needed to be taken care of.

But how could she bring herself to kill a child? The thought of having to kill a child disturbed her greatly. She gripped the steering wheel tightly, causing her knuckles to turn white. She then sighed heavily and ran a hand through her hair. To clear her thoughts and fight sleep, she reached over and turned up the radio to a high volume. As Esme drove, she sang along with the songs she knew and drummed the beat to the songs on the steering wheel. After what felt like endless hours of driving, she finally made it to a little shabby hotel just outside of Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

After getting a room and driving around to it, she grabbed her bag and a few books from the trunk, locked the car, and walked to the door of her room. She stood there for a moment before unlocking the door and making her way inside, closing and locking the door behind her. Walking to the bed, she threw her bag and books on the end of it, then headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Returning to the bed, she sat on it and pulled out her research and phone. Looking at the bedside table, she saw a piece of paper and picked it up. It was a list of places that made food deliveries to the hotel.

She then made a call and placed an order to be delivered, then poured herself over her research yet again. When it arrived, Esme was beyond starving. Walking to the door, she checked outside before opening the door. She paid for the food, shut the door, and went back to the bed to go over the research more as she ate. She was still unsure of where she needed to go from here.

Sam Winchester

Sam paced back and forth with his nose in a book, still trying to figure out something to do as time was running out. He flinched at every scream that made it up the stairs and gripped the book tightly. Every scream felt like it was ripping at his insides, making it hard to concentrate on what he was reading. He closed his eyes tight and took in a sharp breath then let it out. In frustration, Sam slammed the book down on a nearby table and hung his head. He looked up at the last scream as everything went quiet, he stared at the staircase waiting to hear something. It wasn’t long until he heard footsteps coming up the stairs followed by Dean’s voice calling his name.

He straightened himself and headed to the stairs, meeting Ellen at the top. After seeing the blood on her hands, he looked at her face, the look upon it spoke volumes. Letting her pass by, he made his way down the stairs to Dean, who was staring at the cracked open door. “Dean?” he said stopping just before the last step. He looked at Dean before looking to the cracked open door to the room that Amy was in, then back at Dean. He then realized that Dean didn’t want to go into the room alone to check on Amy and the baby. Sam descended the last steps and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and gave him a look that said “Let’s go and check on them.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme’s attention went from Cason to Natalia as she spoke. She could share in her annoyance with the news. She gave a nod in agreement to heading out, then gave a small smile to Natalia’s words to Benjamin. She watched as everyone grabbed their stuff and headed out to the cars. Then she looked to Cason and allowed him to help her up from the chair. Once on her feet, she looked at him as he spoke. “Please don’t.” she told him. “I don’t think my stomach could handle it.” she continued.

She then grabbed her drink and walked to the door, and shook her head lightly and paused at the door. “Driving like a maniac is something I don’t normally do.” she said, turning to look at him. She then turned back around and walked out the door and to the room to grab her things. The thought of her driving like a maniac made her laugh to herself. Did she look like someone that would drive in such a manner? Surely not. She was guilty of driving a bit too fast sometimes. Besides, driving in such a manner would cause the risk of her damaging or totaling the only car she had, and that was something she wasn’t about to risk.

When she reached the room, she turned to the parking lot and looked at her car, happy to see it there. From what she could see, they brought it back in the same condition she had left it in. She then turned back to the room, opened the door, and walked in to grab her things. She walked to the chair in the corner and picked up her, draping them over her arm, then picked up her boots and headed out of the room and to her car. Esme walked to the truck and dropped her boots and draped the clothes on it, then went to the driver's door and opened it and grabbed the keys from the seat, then set her drink in the cupholder.

Esme then went back to the trunk, opened it and threw her clothes and boots in. She walked back to the open driver’s door and got into the car. The first thing she did was look at the rearview mirror to see if her purple crystal wolf was still there. It relieved her to see that it was still hanging there. Putting the key in the ignition, she gave it a turn, and the engine roared to life. “You ready?” she asked Cason.

Supernatural - After The End

Name: Esme Marabella Stirling

Nickname: Ez, Ezzy, Bella, Bell, Mara, Stirling

Species: Human/Hunter

Appearance:

Tattoos/Scars: Anti Possession tattoo on her right hip. A scar on her stomach from a blade from an altercation outside a bar. Bullet like scar on her left shoulder.

Relationship to the brothers: Old friend of Deans from the past.

Bio: Esme was born into a family of hunters. By the time she could walk her training had begun, much to the disapproval of her mother. When she was five, her mother was killed, they never could find what did it. As she grew older, her training became more intense because her father wanted to be sure she was ready for anything she may come across. When her father thought she was ready, he started taking her on cases. He saw her as a natural hunter, but was still overprotective and would step in even if she had it handled. In her early teens, she and her father went on a case that ended up being more than they bargained for. Lucky for them, John Winchester and his son Dean had also caught wind of the case and showed up sometime after them.

The four teamed up and took care of the case, then after they hung out and talked for a while. After parting ways, they ended up at the same hotel without realizing it. It wasn’t until Esme made a trip to the vending machine and found Dean there did it become clear. The two talked for a long while before they walked back to her room and said their goodnights and he went to his room. The next morning, Esme’s father woke her early after getting word of a case that wasn’t too far off. As they loaded their car they ran into the Winchesters again as they were loading their own car. They were also headed out on another case, the same one Esme and her father were headed off to. So, once again they teamed up to take care of the creature.

After the hunt, they found a place to linger and talk for a while, then they went their separate ways. Esme kept in touch with Dean over the years, much to her father's disapproval, as he tried to keep her from contacting him. So, she ended up doing it in secret, there was a connection there that she didn’t want to lose. It also gave her someone to talk to when she and her father were on the outs and having a disagreement over something. But when her father was killed, she contacted him one last time before dropping contact. She became a lone wolf and became obsessed with finding what had killed her father, but has yet to find it. Now not only is she after the creature that killed her father, but she is also on the trail of a Nephilim after hearing about it from a demon.

Powers/Abilities: Empathy, can project emotions to change mood/emotions of others

Weapons: An assortment of firearms, blades, and even a grenade launcher in case the occasion calls for it. She always has a lighter on hand and a surplus of bullets, salt, and lighter fluid on hand.

Vehicle: A black cherry four-door 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle that once belonged to her father.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

As Esme sat at the table, she placed her drink on the table, not being able to drink it with her upset stomach. She listened to the small talk that went on, not making any attempt to say anything herself. She continued to focus on getting her stomach to calm after being suddenly teleported. When Cason and Annabeth walked to the door, she looked up slightly and watched them go out to talk. She dropped her gaze to her feet and continued to wait out her stomach. Her head had already let up, so she was no longer feeling dizzy.

The longer she sat still, the better she felt. She eventually lifted her head from her hand and looked around the room, noticing that Natalia and Sam seemed to be finishing their food. She then heard the door open as Cason and Annabeth came back in, she watched Annabeth make her way over to Sam. She also noticed Cason’s reaction before he rambled. Great, more angels. Just what we need. she thought to herself. When Cason took her hand and spoke to her, she looked at it for a moment, then lifted her eyes to look at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” she told him with a sigh. Her stomach was still a little upset, but it was tolerable. She was ready to get out of here and meet up with the others to see what information they had to share. She also needed to go back to the room and get the pile of clothes and boots she left there.