[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

As Esme watched Madison, she couldn’t help but wonder who this girl was. She seemed so childlike and she couldn’t understand why she was roaming around naked. When Madison spoke her name and said she liked it, she smiled warmly. As she spoke her smile faded a bit and her eyes lit up with surprise at the names Sam and Dean. [i]She couldn’t mean Sam and Dean Winchester, could she?[\i] she thought to herself. She was pulled from the thought when she hit with emotions she knew weren’t her own. She focused on Madison and took in her movements and posture. 

Before she could ask if she was okay, Madison spoke about wanting the clothes and stepped up to her. She was glad that she could get through to the woman enough to trust her. A look of concern made its way to Esme’s face as she looked at Madison, she could feel what she was. She knew the feeling very well, heartbreak. “Alright.” she said with a small smile. “I have something in my car you can wear, it might be a little big though.” she told her. Esme slowly put an arm around Madison and led her to her car. Once there, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, then opened the back door. 

“Sit right here. I need to get them from the trunk.” she told her with another smile. She then walked to the back of the car and opened the truck, grabbed her bag, and unzipped it. She dug through it and pulled out what she thought might fit Madison. She sighed heavily as she went through her clothes. If this woman had some sort of connection with the Winchesters, she knew she would have to get in touch with them. The only thing about it was, it had been so long since she had even talked to Dean. 

Would he even answer if she were to call or text him? It looked like she would have to try while Madison got dressed. Zipping the bag back up and tossing it to the side, she gathered the clothes and shut the trunk. Esme then made her way back to Madison and held the clothes out to her. “These should work for now.” she smiled. “You can use the backseat to get dressed. I’ll shut the door to give you some privacy.” 

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam waited for Dean to get in the Impala. He sighed, knowing that his words had probably hit Dean rather hard, but it was the truth. When Dean got in and slammed the door, Sam was looking out the window. He didn’t look at him until he spoke and sighed heavily. “No, but I don’t see any other option right now.” he told him. “Especially if Cas isn’t answering prayers.” he continued. He hoped he could at least get her to talk to him, since he hadn’t brandished a weapon of any kind towards her. Yes, he was with Dean and she may see him as a threat too, but he had to at least try. 

As they drove through town, he scanned the road and off to the sides for anything that didn’t seem to belong. He tried to remember what the girl looked like, but didn’t get a clear view of her before being hit with the shock wave. Almost as if Dean had read his mind, he told her what she looked like, even if it was rather vague except for the being nude bit. It would be hard to miss a nude woman walking down the street. He gave a nod and continued to look for her as they drove down the road. As far as he could tell, she had done nothing or hadn’t gone through here.