[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme leaned against the side of the car, wanting to stay close by the car while Madison was in the backseat getting dressed. The way she looked at her was like she was studying her, as if she was seeing how she wore her own clothes. She shook it from her mind for the moment and pulled out her phone from her pocket. She then went to her contacts list. Scrolling through, she stopped on Dean’s name and number and stared at it. She debated on whether or not she should call him. She chickened out and opted for a text instead.

[b]Dean, 
In Sioux Falls at Main Street Diner.
Have a hunch you should check out if you’re nearby.[/b]

She hit send just as Madison pushed the door open looking for help with her belt and button on the shorts. She gave a smile to Madison as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, wondering if he’d actually come or just ignore it. But deep down, she knew he wouldn’t be able to turn down a case. “I can help with that.” she said warmly as she turned to her. She almost wanted to step in and do it for her, but wasn’t sure how she would take to that. So she decided she would try to explain how to do it. 

“That little button.” she said, pointing to it. “Go into that little hole on the other side, then you pull up the zipper.” she smiled. “The belt.” she said pointing at it. “Goes around like this.” she lifted her shirt just above her belt to show her. “It goes through the loops on your shorts. Then you put the end through the buckle, then this little piece through the hole to hold it in place.” As she explained, she pointed to each piece she spoke of so Madison could follow along and do the action she explained. 

“Now you 're all set.” She then pulled her shirt back down and turned to the road and looked at the small building across it. “That’s where we go to get you some food.” she said, pointing at the place. “When you’re ready. I’ll lock up the car and we can walk over.”

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam continued to look out the window, scanning everything he could see as Dean spoke. He knew that his silence would catch his attention. “Yes, I realize that.” he said with a sigh. You could hear in his voice that he knew, but still hoped he wouldn’t have to. Yes, this woman had some serious power they hadn’t seen before, and it was scary, but that didn’t mean he wanted to kill her. At the mention of carrying an angel blade, he looked over at Dean. “Having a weapon in hand got us into this mess.” he told him. 

“You really think I’m going to approach her with one? For all we know, she’ll know I have it and attack before I can even use it, then she’ll just run again.” He looked back out the window. “I’m better off going to her unarmed.” He knew it was risky to go without it, but he didn’t want to risk her sending out a blast and hurting anyone that was nearby.