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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

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.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme said nothing when Cason took her bags from her. She just nodded her head in thanks as they walked to the car and she unlocked the car and opened the truck.

The drive back to Bobby’s was quiet, which was okay with her. She wasn’t in much of a talking mood as she went over things in her mind as she drove. When they pulled into the junkyard, she could feel her stomach slightly knot. Even though an apology was given yesterday after everything that happened, she was still a little worried about Mika being upset about things. Esme shut off the car and was about to get out when Cason turned to her and spoke. She turned and looked at him as he spoke, a soft sigh escaping her at his words. “Honestly, I don’t really know.” she said as he shrugged his shoulders. She watched him as he got out and hurried around to her door and opened it.

Esme pulled the key from the ignition and put it in her jacket pocket, then took his hand so he could help her out of the car. She couldn’t get over how extra sweet he was being and wondered why the sudden change. Once out, she let go of his hand and locked and shut the door, then leaned against her car, watching Cason. “There could still be some tension floating around after last night, but for the most part, we weren’t in control of ourselves, thanks to Cupid.” she said in a soft tone. “Though I still find it a little strange, Cupid could control you.” She fell silent as a sigh left her nose and she looked down at Sarah.

After a moment, she lifted her gaze back to Cason. “If anything starts to happen, I’ll try my best to neutralize the situation by trying to calm everyone. Though I can’t promise I’ll be worth anything afterward.” She gave a small smile to try and calm his nerves. Esme knew Cason had to be dreading seeing Dean’s face after what had happened last night. She hoped that everyone in the house was in a fairly good mood and that Cason appearing wouldn’t ruin anything, but if he were to disrupt the mood, she could always project her own emotions to everyone in the house as long as they were relatively close to each other.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme had watched Cason as he started to reply to her comment about her actions of being half asleep. She knew where he was going with it and she sighed inwardly and tensed a bit, hoping that he wouldn’t finish his comment. When he didn’t and stood up and stretched, she relaxed and looked at Sarah as she made her way between them. She couldn’t help but give a small smile at how happy Sarah seemed to be at the two of them getting along. Esme reached down and scratched under Sarah’s chin, then moved her hand around to her cheek. She lifted her gaze when Cason offered her his arm and shook her head at his words.

“No need to be nasty.” she told him. She debated taking his arm for a moment, even after he moved it a bit, asking for her to grab it. Grabbing her two bags, she then took his arm just as Sarah nudged between them lovingly. She then took a step towards the door, signaling she was ready to go and see what the others were up to this morning and to make sure they were good. Esme had to admit to herself that she was curious to know what they were up to this morning after what they went through with yesterday's events caused by Cupid.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme watched Cason wave off her apology as she spoke to him. At his next words, she dropped her head slightly and shook it gently. Of course, throwing water didn’t come to his mind and he would tell her about her kissing him back. She was aware that she had kissed him back while still half asleep. “I know.” she replied softly as she lifted her gaze. “But what do you expect from someone still half asleep?” Could she really be in control of her actions after being woken from a deep sleep and only being half awake? She went quiet for a moment, then stood from the bed and walked to the bedside table and unplugged her phone from its charger, then the charger from the wall.

Walking back to the end of the bed, she sat her phone on the bed and rolled up the charger and placed it in a side pocket of her bag. She then grabbed her jacket from a chair in the room's corner and threw it on, then picked up her phone and put it in one of the inside pockets of her jacket. She then turned to Cason once more, glancing down a moment to look at Sarah. “Are you two ready to blow the popsicle stand?” Esme was more than ready to get out of the room, just so she could get something to eat and maybe some coffee. Her stomach lightly growled as she stood there waiting for an answer from Cason.

This was already starting out to be a strange day for her and she hoped it wouldn’t get too much stranger, since she wasn’t completely a hundred percent today. She honestly felt like she could lie back down in the bed and go right back to sleep. She definitely could use a pick me up of some sort to wake her up and give her energy.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme sighed heavily after Cason explained it was in fact Dean that told him to kiss her to wake her up. “I see.” she said simply, no emotion in her tone. She turned her gaze from him and leaned her head back on the headboard, and closed her eyes. “That would be his answer of help.” she whispered. After everything that happened last night, why did Dean have to tell Cason that was one way to wake her up when she fell into a deep sleep? The action had brought memories back to the front of her mind. She tried to push them back, but they kept pushing themselves forward.

She could remember the first time with Dean, she had overdone it by projecting her emotions to another and had passed out. Dean had told her he had let her sleep the rest of the day and tried to wake her up the next day every way he knew how. He even told her she had him worried sick, thinking she’d fallen into a coma, but had decided to try kissing her to wake her up. When she woke up, she saw the worry on his face turn to relief and he pulled her into a tight embrace, telling her not to scare him like that again. A few more memories played out as she sat there, making her want to cry at how sweet they were.

They were her fairy tale moments with him. She mentally kicked herself for wanting to cry. Why must I be so emotional? You need to get a grip on them and shove them down. she told herself. Sometimes she wished she was just numb to everything she felt. Opening her eyes, she patted Sarah’s head as she looked over at her. Esme then quietly made her way down to the end of the bed, placed her feet on the floor so her bag was between them and bent down and dug through it for some clothes. She pulled out a pair of jeans and laid them on the bed next to her, then did the same thing with a shirt, bra, and socks.

Leaning up, she brushed her hair back from her face, grabbed her clothes and stood up from the bed. “Give me a bit and I’ll be ready to go.” she muttered as she walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. While in the bathroom, she got herself changed, teeth and hair brushed, and put on what makeup she usually wore. Then she gathered everything, even the little bottles of shampoo and conditioner from the shower. She then opened up the door and exited the bathroom, grabbing her bag from the floor. She put it on the bed and packed in her things after grabbing her gun off the top and putting it into the back of her pants.

It was clear to see that she wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she looked better than she did yesterday. Esme gave the room a sweep with her eyes, the only thing she had was her phone and its charger, which she didn’t remember plugging in. She brought up a hand to cover her yawn before she zipped up her bag. Moving her bag over, she sat on the edge of the bed and put on her boots and began to lace them. “I’m sorry.” she said breaking the silence in the room. “I shouldn’t have punched you.” She sat up and looked over at him after getting her boots laced and tied.

There was a reason she always woke up the way she did, but that was something she wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about just yet. She brushed her hair back from her face again as she looked over at him. “But I wasn’t expecting to wake up to you kissing me. I half expected to have cold water thrown on me.”

Supernatural - After The End

Esme Stirling

Esme softly smiled at Madison’s shrug at her question, then it grew more at her words. “Maybe so. It might be something worth testing.” she said, so only Madison could hear before she pulled away from her. She watched Madison scan her eyes and sigh with relief. It was easy to see she was glad she had helped her feel better. Esme continued to watch Madison as she brought her arms from around her neck and looked at her hands that were no longer glowing. Esme loosened her hug on Madison and rested her hand on her arm, feeling the pride that Madison felt. She couldn’t blame her for taking pride in how powerful her hands were.

She could still remember the first time she was successful in calming someone that was pretty much unconsolable. She couldn’t have been more proud of herself for that. She could also remember how shocked those around were. The memory made her smile a bit before Dean spoke and stepped back up to her. Esme wrapped her arm back around Dean’s waist when he was close enough, looked up at him and saw his smile. Looking back to Madison, she listened to her response to Dean’s question. It was an appropriate answer. Esme knew Dean couldn’t deny Madison's connection with them and that she would use her powers without harming anyone.

She also knew this would be hard for Dean to accept and that it wouldn’t keep him from thinking he may have to kill her later. At Dean’s next words, she pulled him a little closer to her, to show she was happy he was calm and was talking to Madison. “Dean’s right. That could come in handy.” she smiled. “But that’s something we can figure out a little later.” She gave Madison’s arm a little squeeze and let go of her arm. She then turned to Dean, letting her arm fall from his waist and nabbed the bag of food from his hand with a playful smirk, then stepped around him.

“I’m going to eat my breakfast before it gets too cold and my stomach protests again.” she said with a laugh. She then walked over to the table and sat down in a chair after placing the bag on the table. Opening the bag, she dug out her burrito, unwrapped it, then pulled out her knife and cut it in half. Cleaning it with a napkin, she tucked it away before picking up half of the burrito and taking a bite. “Mmmm. God that’s good.” she mumbled softly with a mouthful.

Sam Winchester

Sam looked to Madison and Esme, seeing that Esme said something to her but couldn’t hear what it was. He then watched Dean for a moment, seeing his look of surprise and excited smile. He knew his brother well. He knew this act from Madison would help in calming him a little, but he knew he would still struggle with things about her. It was still a small step in the right direction for them to stay around each other comfortably. Sam crossed his arms over his chest as Dean stepped back up to Esme and he and Madison spoke. He couldn’t stop his eyebrows from raising at Madison's intelligent answer to Dean.

It made sense to him. He saw the look from Dean and sighed inwardly. He knew that Madison having a connection to himself and Esme and Madison using her powers without harming anyone when she had to was hard for him to swallow. He also knew the thought of killing Madison was still something Dean expected to have to do if he felt he had to. Sam knew there was nothing he could do to keep that from his brother’s thoughts and they would cross that bridge when they got to it. The main thing right now was that he was actually treating her like a person and not some creature, and he was actually smiling and smirking around her.

When Dean mentioned her healing exterior wounds, he had to think about it for a moment. If she could heal Esme from exhaustion, why wouldn’t she be able to heal exterior wounds. He was in agreement that it would come in handy if she could if she came on hunts with them. He was about to say something when Esme chimed in with her thoughts, then completely changed the subject. He watched her with a raised eyebrow as she took the bag of food from Dean, then headed to the table. Sam shook his head with a small chuckle at her actions. She had switched gears as if it was nothing.

Maybe the current events and the need to eat were the cause, but he was glad to see she seemed less tired. He watched a little longer, then stepped up to Madison side. “They are both right. It would be good to see if you can, but it's not something we have to do now.” he told her. He looked back at Esme as she bit into her breakfast and made a comment. A smirk made it to his lips on how much that sounded like a Dean comment when he ate something he really liked. “I think you’ve spent too much time with Dean. You’re sounding like him when he eats.” he laughed.

Sam watched Esme swallow her mouthful and look over at him with a grin and then laughed. “Maybe so. That’s necessarily a bad thing though.” she said with another laugh. When she turned back to her breakfast and took another bite and gave another content sound he chuckled again, then looked at Dean. “I can see why you like her so much.” he said with a smirk and so only Dean and Madison could hear him.

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@LostDestiny
No need to apologize. I didn't feel like I was being rushed, but I did know I needed to get a post in.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

@LostDestiny
Sorry for the wait. I've been having trouble coming up with something.

A kings' political marriage plan- closed

@LostDestiny

Marabella

Bella smiled warmly at Gil saying he over thought the simplest things and that his mother told him the same. She had also been known to overthink things and would have to stop herself. She watched him as he stopped thinking so hard about the dance and got into a rhythm as he spoke. As they danced, she continued to listen as he spoke about dances in his country, and how they were all about feeling the music. The thought of that made her smile more, though when he mentioned getting stabbed by making a wrong move during a sword dance, she winced a little even at his shrug. She had to admit to herself, though, she would enjoy seeing one. “Some of our dances are less structured. I like those a lot better.” she smiled. “I’ve never seen a sword dance, but I’d love to sometime.” she spoke warmly. She looked around the ballroom at everyone dancing, seeing everyone was doing the same steps, then looked back up at Gil. “If you would like to, we could deviate from everyone and feel our way through the music.”

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

Esme Stirling

Esme continued to sleep like a rock, completely unaware that Cason had popped into the room again, had tried to wake her up, and had called Dean for help in waking her up. It had been some time since she had been hit with so much emotion and had gone into such a deep sleep. If left alone, she’d wake up in a couple of days, but with everything going on, they couldn’t really afford to wait for her to wake up on her own. They needed everyone they had to go through the books and gather all the information they could. Not to mention, everyone knew how Cason was with her and wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

Before she had gone to bed, she knew there was a possibility that she wouldn’t wake for a few days, but also knew that Cason would check in on her if she hadn’t shown back up at Bobby’s, and would more than likely do whatever he could to wake her up. It was probably a good thing for Cason that she forgot to grab her gun from her bag and put it under her pillow before she fell asleep last night. At Cason’s kiss, Esme took in a deep breath through her nose, followed by a small groan. In her sleepy state, she slightly kissed him back, but as her mind registered everything, her eyes flew open to see Cason’s face.

Startled, she then quickly shoved him back as she sat up in the bed, balled up her right fist and aimed a punch at his face. “What the hell, Cason.” she breathed, trying not to yell. She pushed herself up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard and brought up her knees, then ran her hands through her hair and down her face before resting her elbows on her knees with her face in her hands. Why did he insist on being so close to her when she woke up? She breathed in deeply and let it out slowly to calm her racing heart from being startled. Sarah inched her way over to her side and placed her head in the bend of Esme’s arm and nuzzled her gently with a small whine.

“I know. I’m sorry I worried you.” she whispered softly to Sarah. “I was just so tired from yesterday.” She leaned her head over and placed it against Sarah’s with a sigh. Esme brought her hands away from her face, laid them over her knees and looked over at Cason, feeling slightly bad for punching him. “Dean told you to kiss me to wake me up, didn’t he?” she asked softly.