[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean nearly rolled his eyes again at Sam as he shooed them, but turned to Esme anyway and pulled her arm to link with his.  He then walked them out the door, keeping a smile on his face, “So, what have you been doing all this time, while we’ve been out on the road?”

He decided to get straight to the burning questions he had, as it had seemed like forever since she had even called or texted him.  He had to admit, he was happy she did, today.  No only could he and Sam use an extra set of hands, but he was genuinely happy to see her again, after all this time.

“And you’ve gotten short.”, he quipped, looking down at her with his toothy smile.  It was his attempt to try and show her that he was the same Dean, with more baggage, but an alcohol induced good sense of humor.  He carefully crossed the road with her, strolling along a sidewalk in what felt like the most normal thing he had done in years.


[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison realized from Sam’s surprise that holding people’s hands when you first meet them is not normal.  She slowly and carefully placed her hand on the table, still bucked up against his. She sat very stoic and quiet as Dean and Esme left them.  She didn’t know how to start conversation, especially with someone that she still felt might be a threat to her safety.

“So.  About me…”, she started, finally gaining the courage with a small sigh, “I saw your brother shoot at me.  And I ran away, because I’m supposed to be safe.  That’s why I’m in this body.”

She finished the words with a small glance down at her own body, “I like…Esme, and whatever you call this thing.”

She pointed down at her belt, and ran her fingers across the buckle.

“And I like that woman over there, because she’s polite.  I heard her say something about a husband leaving her.  Isn’t that sad?”, she asked him, not understanding the point of them ‘answering each other’s questions’.  To Madison, what had happened in the last few hours was her entire knowledge of the world.