[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme could see that Madison didn’t really know what she wanted, then saw the smile come to her lips as she said what she wanted. “That’s a good choice.” she smiled. She also noticed that the more they were together, the more Madison seemed to relax. If she could spend more time with her, she felt she could get this woman to open up to her. She was still curious about this woman and wanted to learn what she could about her. She placed the menu back where she got it and looked up for a waitress, but before she could make eye contact with one, she saw Madison’s expression change. 

Her smile faded and was going to ask why, but the answer soon showed itself. The boys had shown up. Esme slid over as Dean slid into the booth next to her, while keeping her eyes on Madison. “I….. Thought so.” she replied in a calm and even tone. She kept her eyes on Madison, not being able to bring herself to look at Dean just yet. She sighed softly at his next question. Was he testing the waters? “Just talking…. We were getting ready…. To order something.” As she sat there, she could feel tension in the surrounding air. 

She breathed in, trying to keep herself calm. She caught Madison’s glare at Dean and noticed her breathing had gotten faster. The fear coming from those around her hit her. It felt like being hit with a tidal wave. She focused on trying to keep it under control and not get the better of her as she sat there. “Madison?” she said to get the woman's attention. “You okay?” She looked across the table at her. She used her eyes to convey to her it was going to be okay and she wouldn’t let anything happen to her. 

Her eyes left Madison briefly as Sam came and sat down next to Madison, then nodded in agreement to Dean. He was right, they had plenty to talk about. She leaned back in the booth so she could take in each of their faces without looking at them directly.

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam followed Dean inside, listening as he spoke about Esme. Though wondered why he needed to keep his guard up if he said he trusted her. At that moment, he knew his plan to confront the young woman had gone out the window. It relieved part of him to know he wasn’t going in alone. When they reached the table he hung back as Dean took a seat next to Esme and talked to her. He noticed how she didn’t make eye contact with him, and talked in the same manner as Dean. 

He looked over at the young woman, catching the glare she gave Dean and her breathing. He couldn't lie to himself. She was pretty damn scary. If they didn’t play this right, it could blow up in their faces and many could get hurt, including themselves. Sam looked over at Dean as he motioned for him to sit down next to the young woman. He knew Dean needed back up. Taking a breath, he slowly let it out and slowly sat down in the booth next to the woman. When Esme spoke to the woman, he looked over at her. 

He took in the name she called her and the look she gave her. It was clear in the time the woman had gotten away from them; she had formed some type of bond with Esme. Sam looked over at Dean to see if he noticed what he did.