[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2] 

“The fact that you’ve managed to get through the entire past year without finding out about the angels…”, Dean muttered with his eyebrows raised, to Esme.  There was a small scoff behind his words as well, considering he had been elbow deep in angels since the beginning of the previous year when he returned from Hell.

As Madison set her terms for coming with them, Dean almost wanted to tell her she didn’t get to make demands.  But that wasn’t true.  She had the control here.  She was the nuclear bomb, here.  So, he simply nodded to her and snapped his fingers in the air to get a waitresses attention.  An older waitress smiled sweetly at his attention grabbing, which he returned, and she made her way over to them.

“Yeah.  I wouldn’t mind having a conversation with Esme, after all this time.  There’s a lot to figure out, with the angel stuff, and now this…”, he muttered, smiling sweetly at Esme without making eye contact with Madison.

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison smiled a bit at Sam noticing she was hungry.  He was being so kind, although he had no real reason to, aside from knowing her mother.  She nodded lightly, and listened to both Sam and Dean confirming that Esme would probably be staying with them.  This set her mind even more at ease, as she turned to Esme and smiled.

“We have decided on something called a Turkey Burger.”, she announced to him proudly, her nose in the air.  She was proud of herself for learning a food item.  She glanced at the menu on the wall next to her, realizing she could read some of the words, or at least make out the sounds from listening to her mother through her eyes, “And a D. R. Pepper.”