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Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme had shifted her weight to one leg and crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to Madison and Castiel talk. She was also still going over what he said about Madison not being an angel. It confused her more as she thought about it. She focused back on Castiel when he told Madison that he had been preparing a building for her, and had warded the place to keep everything but God out. It sounded like it would be pretty safe for her. She sighed a bit in relief that they had a place to take her.

She then felt a rush of excitement hit her just before Madison turned to face her. A smile came to her from the excitement she felt and how happy she was to have a house to go to, but her smile faded quickly as the angel appeared and stabbed Madison. “Noooo, Madison!” she yelled. She bolted to Madison and reached her, just as Dean had, and placed a hand on her arm and shoulder. Her eyes were like saucers and full of worry. She didn’t even look at the angel as Castiel took care of him.

She glanced at Dean, then back to Madison as she waved Dean’s hand away from the blade and slowly pulled it out. She flinched the slightest bit when the blade hit the sidewalk. Esme dropped her gaze to where the blade had once been protruding from Madison’s stomach. To her surprise, it wasn’t bleeding. She stepped back to take all of Madison in, having trouble registering what she had just seen. She looked down at the angel blade on the ground. She was unfamiliar with it, but could tell it was made for an angel.

If an angelic weapon couldn’t harm this girl, and Castiel says she’s not an angel, then what the hell is she? Esme soon grew tense as she felt anger and fear come to her from Madison. She looked at Madison’s face, seeing her eyes glowing amber and bright. This scared her and she wasn’t one that easily got scared. She watched Castiel step up and place a hand on Madison’s shoulder, only to have her shrug it off, followed by a slight wind surrounding her. Esme looked at Dean and Sam to see if they had any answers.

She saw Dean looking at Sam the same way she was looking at them. Esme worried they wouldn’t be able to keep her calm and Madison would lose control or her anger would get the better of her. Madison’s emotions came in stronger than any she had ever been around. Dean’s was a close second. She didn’t know how it would affect her if she became overwhelmed by Madison’s anger. She watched as Sam slowly made his way over to Madison.

Sam Winchester

Sam continued watching the interaction between Madison and Castiel. Listening intently as he told her about the place he had been preparing for her. It was a relief to hear that Castiel had a place that would keep her safe. It put his mind at ease about having a place for her to go that would hide her from essentially everything but God, as Castiel had said. Sam smiled at her brief moment of excitement, but it vanished and morphed into shock when an angel appeared and shoved their blade into Madison’s back.

“Noooo!” Sam yelled and ran to her. Dean and Esme beat him to her. So, all he could do was hang back as they looked over her in as much shock as he was. He saw as Castiel took care of the angel, then took a step back as the body fell to the ground. His attention went back to Madison at Dean’s look to chime in. “Madison. Wait.” he said to her. But he spoke too late. She had already pulled the blade from her back and had dropped it on the ground. He looked at the wound, surprised that it wasn’t bleeding.

He was also surprised that the angel blade hadn’t killed her. If that didn’t kill her, then what did that mean she was? Sam tensed when he saw her eyes glowing amber and bright. He knew this couldn’t be good and could end up badly in a hurry. Sam looked at Dean as he looked at him for answers, then looked back to Madison as he walked up to her as a slight wind surrounded her. “Madison.” he said softly, taking her face into his hands. “You need to breathe.” he told her. “Listen to my voice and don’t let yourself lose control.”

He hoped that the same method from the diner would work again. If just hearing his voice didn’t work, he would wrap his arms around her and pull her into a hug to try to calm her.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme walked back into the house, watching as Sarah made her way in as well. She gave a last look to Violet before the door closed, only to hear a knock soon after. She looked at the door, confused. If they didn’t smell like the house, why wasn’t Violet attacking them? She then stole a glance at Sarah, who was growling. Esme looked back at the door when Bobby opened it to reveal Benjamin behind it. “How has he slept in the car all this time?” she whispered.

When Sarah stopped growling and moved closer to her, it was a bit of an odd feeling, but she let the back of her hand brush against Sarah. Esme looked over at Cason as he turned to her. Even before he spoke, she had a feeling she knew what he was going to say, but she listened anyway. “I know, she’s quite large and could do quite a bit of damage in here.” she began when he finished. “If I have to be in the house, I’d prefer to be in the middle of it. I don’t like the idea of being in a room unless I were to rest after what happened earlier.

But while everything is going down, I will not hide in a room. I’m going to do what I can to help. Plus, it’s not like I’m going to be in here all alone.” she told him. She was firm in what she told him and looked him in the eyes as she spoke. She wouldn’t let anyone shove her in a room to hide while everything was going on. She was going to be a part of it all, even if she didn’t see any action while in the middle of the house. She knew that if Cason was pulled away or injured, she’d still have back up.

She also knew if she somehow ended up outside, she’d have back up there too. “I know you’ve vowed to keep me safe, but that doesn’t mean you can just lock me up somewhere when things get dicey.” she told him. “I mean, you could definitely try, but I’m sure I’d find a way out.”

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

@Heavy Metal
If Ironwolf drags Marabella with him right now, she going to either have to hop or fall flat on her face. You had him bind her ankles and he didn't unbind them before dragging her along with him.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

Marabella

Bella gasped when they hit the drop off. There wasn’t much she could do as she tumbled down the gully wash, except release muffled sounds of pain as she bounced off of things. Once hitting the bottom, she curled in on herself with a moan of pain. She had little time to collect herself before he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder again. She hissed in pain at the action. She hurt all over from the tumble. At his words, she gave what sounded like a growl. As he ran through the creek with her, she held back most of her cries of pain.

Only small whimpers could be heard. It relieved Bella when they finally stopped for him to rest. She hissed in pain as he removed her from his shoulder and leaned against the boulder. After he removed the gag, she turned her head away from the waterskin and slowly slid down the boulder to sit down. She brought her bound hands up and rubbed her face where the gag had been. She kept quiet, but did glare at him as she continued to rub her face. As she rubbed her face, she realized her hands were feeling a little numb. She brought them from her face and carefully flexed her fingers, so as to not cause more pain in her wrists than she already had from being bound.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme calmed a bit more when Sarah nuzzled her hand with a sound that sounded like appreciation. Esme then rubbed Sarah’s head, then looked over at Violet as she came over. She couldn’t help but smile a bit as Violet looked a bit jealous of the attention Sarah was getting. Esme slowly lifted her other hand and placed it on Violet’s head and rubbed it. This was one of the craziest things she had done in her life, and she had done some crazy things in her life. When Cason spoke, Esme turned her head to look at him.

Esme nodded to show she understood, then turned back to the two hounds in front of her as she was nuzzled by one. Esme rubbed their heads and patted the sides of their necks as Cason continued to explain everything she needed to know. She knew well that she wouldn’t be able to use salt lines unless absolutely necessary, but she was glad he mentioned the vault. She knew nothing about it except that it was there, since she didn’t go down with the other when Bobby had shown them. “Relaxing?” she repeated in a questioning tone. “Maybe.” she said, looking over at him.

She followed his gaze, looking out over the junkyard, taking in the fog and other hounds that roamed the grounds. If and when anything comes, they would be sure to hear with so many hounds around the house. Esme looked back at Sarah and Violet. Sighing heavily, she closed her eyes. Even with the extra protection, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy about this whole situation, but they couldn’t let Annabeth go without a fight. She knew well that this all could end terribly.

They could be killed or seriously injured from all that was coming their way. She sighed again as she heard Bobby grumble about wasting the air conditioning. She then nodded to Cason as she opened her eyes. “Yeah, we should. I don’t want to be left in the dark on any of this.” she mumbled. She looked at Sarah and Violet as she gave them both a good pat, a small smile coming to her. “Thank you.” she whispered softly to them both. “I don’t see a problem with one of you coming in. I don’t think there is room for both of you in the living room. Just try not to make yourself known. We don’t want to freak out the others.” she continued in a soft whisper. Esme then turned to head back inside with the others.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Cason’s words didn’t bring Esme much comfort. She didn’t give a smile at his attempt. She followed him to the front door, her eyes trained on it as he opened it and swung it open. She saw Sarah peek around the door as they approached. Esme’s eyes went wide at her size. Her eyes didn’t leave Sarah as Cason spoke sweetly to her as they walked out onto the porch and in front of Sarah. Esme took in Sarah’s appearance, noticing how much she looked like a Doberman that was made of tendrils of smoke.

The most startling thing about her was her red eyes, followed by the showing of her teeth. Esme took a few steps back at the action as Cason spoke to Sarah. She couldn’t lie to herself or hid it from her face. The hellhound that stood before her absolutely terrified the hell out of her. She froze as Sarah turned her red eyes on her and stepped forward and bowed. She listened to what Cason told Sarah as he placed a hand on her nose. Sarah’s growl sent a shiver down her spine.

Esme gave a yelp as Cason grabbed her hand and yanked her forward to Sarah, only to set her hand on Sarah’s head as she closed her eyes tightly. She felt that her hand was on something solid, but she dared not open her eyes even at Cason’s words. Was her hand truly resting on top of a hellhound's head? Was she still standing on Bobby’s porch? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? Esme barely opened an eye to peek at her surroundings and Sarah in front of her, her hand was in fact resting on her head.

“Holy hellfire!” she said in barely a whisper that was shaky. Esme finally opened her eyes fully and looked at Sarah, still not believing she was actually standing in front of a hellhound and had her hand on its head. This is stupidly crazy. she thought. Sarah still had her terrified, but she was slowly gaining control of herself and gaining color back to her face.

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme smiled a bit when she felt Madison’s shoulder relax just the tiniest bit when she confessed her secret. She simply nodded to her words, then looked at Madison as she pulled away to look at her. Esme softly shook her head to Madison’s words with a warm smile. “You don’t have to apologize. It’s part of being what I am.” she told her. “What I’ve felt today is mild compared to what I have felt before…… Don’t worry about Dean. I won’t let him do anything to you…… You also don’t have to worry about hurting me. I’m tougher than I look.” she finished with a smile.

When she realized her projection had some effect, she smiled a bit more, then sighed when Madison placed her head on her shoulder. She was glad it had some effect on her to bring her a little calm. She was now calming down herself, seeing that Madison was. Esme placed her cheek on Madison’s head and hugged her as she whispered. Esme closed her eyes and was about to say something when she heard the flutter of wings. Her eyes popped open, and she lifted her head when she felt the wind blow her hair.

Her eyes landed on Castiel as he said her name. It shouldn’t have surprised her he knew her name, but she was slightly. When Madison said his name, she loosened her hug, then let her go to him. As Madison hugged Castiel, Esme stood and watched him. She took in his appearance and how he stared at her, which was a little unnerving. So, this is an angel in a vessel up close. she thought to herself. Esme looked at Madison as she asked Castiel to teach her everything about being an angel.

She couldn’t stop the smirk that showed itself, she even noticed Castiel smirk. Esme’s eyebrows rose at Castiel’s words to Madison about not being an angel. If she wasn’t an angel, then what was she? The rest of the news was troubling, causing her to look over at Dean and Sam, then back to Castiel when he spoke about how she could go with them. He better believe she was going.

Sam Winchester

Sam took in Dean’s reaction to what he told him. He couldn’t blame him for reacting in such a way. He nodded at the mention of thinking it was angel radio. “That’s what I was thinking, too. Why else would they be monitoring her?” he replied. “If the angels know of her existence, I’m sure demons would know too and it’s a high possibility that Michael knows as well.” He breathed in deeply as he looked at the ground, shaking his head at the mess that was unfolding. He could almost tell what Dean was thinking by how he sighed and placed his hands on his hips.

But if he were to try to kill her now, would they even be able to? They’ve dealt with enough angels to know they wouldn’t make it easy to kill her, and would have her power go somewhere else. He closed his eyes tight as the thoughts swirled in his mind and how they could get through this. He then lifted his head, opening his eyes and looked back at Dean. “That’s all we can do right now.” he said in agreement. “We need to find a way to hide her though.” he added. How would they do that? He didn’t have an idea, but they had to figure something out, and soon.

Sam tensed and turned his head towards the girls when he heard the flutter of wings, soon relaxing when he saw it was Castiel. He said nothing as he spoke to the girls, but was glad to see him there. Hearing that Madison wasn’t an angel caused his eyebrows to raise.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme’s eyebrows raised when he said he could fix the problem of her not seeing the hellhounds. She couldn’t help but wonder just how he could make that possible. She watched him reach forward and touch her hand with his finger, feeling a strange sensation when he did. When he pulled his hand back, she lifted her hand and looked at the black mark that was now on her hand. It was strange to know that this mark would help her see the hounds and basically serve as a mark of protection. As she sat there, she could only imagine what the others would think once they found out she had agreed to have the hounds protect her.

They’d she was crazy, more than likely. And poor Dean. He’d probably not want to be anywhere near her. She wouldn’t blame any of them for not wanting to be around her. She came back to reality when she heard one hound howl. She couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran down her spine at how eerie and massive it sounded. She almost didn’t want to follow his gaze to the window, to where he said one was sitting outside it with another possibly close by. Biggest two? They’ll love me? she thought to herself as she looked towards the window.

In her mind, that could be a good thing or a bad thing, even though he could tell he was joking. If Esme was honest with herself, this was extremely unnerving to her. She could see a part of the hound's head and a pair of ears just over the window seal with tendrils of smoke coming from its head. From the corner of her eye, she saw Cason stand and hold his hand out to her. She hesitated before finally taking his hand to let him help her up off the floor. She was sure her face showed how nervous she was, but she didn’t care.

She had every right to be nervous about coming face to face with a hellhound, even if she was told they would protect her and not harm her. “Alright, let's do this.” she said with a nervous sigh.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme lifted her head from her arm and sat when Cason took her hands again and watched as his frown became a sad smile at her question. As he spoke, her eyebrows went up a little, that’s not something she expected to hear from him. Hearing he was a bit of an empath when he was human was strange for her to hear. She was about to say something when she felt the heat in her hands, but he started talking again, so she listened. As he turned her hands over, she looked down at them.

She could feel the little magic he was working, so she let him continue. Any other time, she would have pulled her hands away, but she could clearly see how much he was trying to help her. She looked back up at him as he spoke again, going into a story about his past. Never would she have thought he would reveal his past to her or how he became a demon. When he finished, she had no words to respond with as he laughed and put her hands in her lap.

What was it about her that made him reveal that part of himself to her, other than helping Annabeth? She was pulled from the thought when he made himself comfortable in front of her. Esme pulled both of her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, then rested her chin on her arms as he confirmed he knew she was an empath. At his sigh, she knew he was preparing himself to say something. As soon as he told her he wanted her to be guarded, she closed her eyes. She should have known that was going to come up.

Esme remained quiet to hear him out. She tensed up when he mentioned the hellhounds. Hellhounds were one thing she had never planned to come in contact with. She was well aware of the stories revolving around them. She sighed heavily as he finished, opening her eyes to look at him. “If I refuse. I’m assuming you’d say you’d like me to join Sam and Annabeth in the vault.” she stated. She looked away and to the book on the floor she had been looking at before. She rolled the options around in her mind.

She didn’t much like either option, but she didn’t want to be locked in the vault feeling like a prisoner. She felt bad for wanting to go with hellhounds, knowing how Dean and the others felt about them, but she really didn’t want to go into the vault. “Fine.” she sighed. “I’ll go with the dogs. I just don’t like the fact I can’t see them.” She turned her gaze back to him. “Knowing there's something there watching me I can’t see is a bit unsettling.”

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme smiles at his bright smile, knowing that she had given him the reaction he wanted when he kissed her. Her cheeks flushed a bit more when he nuzzled her nose, getting his message fully. She laughed softly at his statement and was about to answer back when Sam ran up and called Dean’s name. A sigh escaped her as well. After his nose brushed hers, she turned her gaze to Sam and Madison. She didn’t have time to take them in before Dean suddenly stood up, making her almost fall onto the bench where he was sitting.

Pushing herself upright, she stood next to Dean, looking the two over as he spoke. She had to agree with Dean. They really looked like they’d been through a hurricane. Esme’s eyes went to Madison as she tried to smooth down her hair. She would have smiled if this were a different situation. She listened as Madison explained what had happened. Hearing she didn’t hurt anyone set her mind a little at ease, but she still worried about how she could lose control while they were around others.

Esme couldn’t hold in the sigh that escaped her at what Dean said, and saw how it affected Madison. As Dean turned to her and whispered, she looked up at him, understanding how he felt. When he turned from her, she looked back at Madison, seeing her move over to the statue. At Dean’s reaction, she knew he couldn’t see her. Taking in a deep breath, she slowly let it out before turning to Dean. Esme placed a hand on his arm and gave a gentle squeeze, then looked up at him before reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek and gently turned his head to look at her.

She could feel his frustration from the situation, she felt the same way. “Dean.” she said in a calm tone, to get him to look at her. “Take a breath and calm yourself…… I know this is difficult, but you have to try to take it easy on her. This is all new for her just like it is for us.” She tried to keep her tone as calm as possible, which was hard with what she felt coming from Madison. “We’ll get through this…… Together.” she told him with a warm smile.

Esme let her hand slip from his cheek and rest on his chest for a moment, then gave his arm another gentle squeeze before turning and walking around the bench to Madison. Before reaching Madison, she stopped next to Sam, then placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Don’t worry, I have this.” she said, hoping to ease his worry. She made her way to Madison’s side, feeling the guilt pouring off of Madison. She sighed heavily as she took a seat next to her. “Hey, it’ll be okay.” she whispered.

Esme put an arm around her and pulled her into a hug, resting her head on hers. She then dropped her voice so only Madison could hear her. She was going to tell her something she hadn’t shared with many. “I know what it’s like to lose control when you get overwhelmed. I know how hard it is to stay in control.” she told her, hugging her close. “I don’t have the same powers as you to worry about losing control over, but I still have to worry about losing control.” she paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

She could hardly believe she was about to share her secret with this girl she met only hours ago. “I’m what they call an empath. I can feel what people are feeling around me. If I get too overwhelmed with those feelings it can be pretty bad, especially if it's anger.” She fell silent as a memory flashed in her mind of a time she had lost control. She pushed it away and focused back on Madison. “Not many know that about me. I keep it a secret.” she said after a moment of silence. She then tried to project some of her calm to Madison, she wanted to ease the girl's grief.

Sam Winchester

Sam saw how Dean acted to his arrival, but didn’t play into it. He watched as Dean jumped up from the bench at the sight of them, and how Esme almost face planted when he did. He studied both of their faces as they stood there and was about to answer when Madison did. He turned to as she briefly explained what had happened. He didn’t approve of Dean’s way of responding to Madison, but that was Dean. He watched as he turned to Esme and whispered to her before turning back to Madison who had walked away.

He sighed debating if he should follow or let her work things out on her own. His attention was pulled back to Dean and Esme, when he heard her talking to Dean. Sam’s eyebrows rose at the interaction but kept quiet as she talked to Dean, clearly trying to calm him. When she turned and headed towards him, he relaxed his eyebrows, and she stopped next to him. Sam gave a sigh of slight relief at her words and gave a nod. “Thanks. Just be careful.” he told her as she walked over to Madison.

He looked over at them for a moment before walking over to Dean. “There’s one other thing from the diner.” he said looking at Dean. “A guy in a suit came into the diner and sat at the bar, Madison said she could hear someone in his head talking about God's power remade, then she lost control.” he told Dean. “When everything settled, he vanished with a gust of wind.” He then paused to let it sink in a bit, his eyebrows knitting together. “She’s being watched.” He stole a look over at the girls, he saw how Esme was so gentle with Madison. He was actually glad that she was there to help. Sam almost wished he could hear what she was saying to her and hoped she was getting through to her to calm her.