[h2]Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean smiled down at Esme, keeping his face empathetic and gentle as she explained that she was okay, with an earnest look.  He brought his hand down to fiddle with her hair as she turned from him.

“Well, then why don’t we take a walk?  The food won’t be up for a bit.”, he muttered, looking over to Sam for approval, though he got it without much time between, “That sounds like a good idea.  Madison, what do you think?”

He asked the question while standing slowly from the booth, after pushing himself out.  He reached a hand out to Esme, keeping his eyes on Madison for a second to wait for her response.

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison smiled in relief when Esme told her that she was okay.  It was all she really cared about at the moment, with everyone at the table.  Although, Sam was growing on her.  She shrugged her shoulders, looking over to Sam, “I wouldn’t mind talking.  I don’t know much except what I’ve learned today, but I can try.  I have questions too.”

She turned back to Esme, “You should spend some time with Dean.  He’s missed you.  Maybe you can convince him not to shoot anyone else…”

When she spoke, Dean raised his eyebrows before narrowing his eyes at her in a scowl, rolling his eyes to Sam in a way that said ‘she’s never going to let that go’.

“So go.  I’ll be okay with Sam…”, she finished.  Smiling up at Sam while taking his hand on top of the table, eliciting another weird stare from Dean.