[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2] 

Dean sighed, knowing this was a lot for Esme to hear.  She didn’t understand what they had been through in the last few months, or even the last two days.  But he did want to explain.  When she closed her eyes and mentioned him not wanting to explain what was going on, he sighed.

“I’ll explain.  I just have to figure out how…”, he started before Sam broke his train of thought, scolding him and then speaking to Madison, again with his textbook empathy.  He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his eyebrow, turning to Esme, “Since he just spilled the beans, I’ll just come right out and say it…she’s a Nephilum.  But she’s not just any Nephilum.  She’s Michaels daughter.”

He let the words fall out of his mouth, trying to ignore the look that Madison shot him as he spoke up.

[h2] Madison [/h2]

As Sam explained that her actions had scared them, she felt a pang of guilt come across her hungry stomach.  She matched his gaze, taking in his words with an almost apologetic look, “I’m sorry I scared you…”

She then changed her gaze back to Esme for a second, peering between her eyes and Dean’s eyes as Dean explained who her father was.  She had never heard her mother speak about her father by name.  She narrowed her eyes, curious if they knew him.

“Do you know my father?”, she asked Dean, who quickly shook his head.

“No.  No, we don’t.  We do know that he’s an an Archangel…”, he explained, not expecting her to understand what he was saying.  But he also had decided not to lie to her.

Madison turned to Sam, studying his features, “I’ll go with you, after Esme eats food.  And then she comes with us.  I want to make sure she’s safe, too.”
She had become attached to the first parental figure she had been in contact with.  Of course she was.  Esme was the first human to show her kindness, and she planned to repay that kindness.