[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had to laugh when Sam shooed them, trying to get them to go. It was a welcomed gesture since she really wanted the chance to talk to Dean alone. When he linked her arm with his, she smiled warmly and held onto his arm as they walked out. “I’ve been hunting, mostly.” she told him. “Though it hasn’t been easy on my own.” Which was true. After losing her father, she had been hunting and searching for the thing that had killed him. Every lead so far had led her to a dead end. 

She didn’t allow herself to get sucked into that mindset. She’s supposed to be happy right now, not depressing herself by wallowing in her thoughts. She mentally slapped herself for it. She took in the emotions coming off Dean and they lifted her. He was happy, so that made her happy. Even though she was already happy to see and talk to him again, it made her happier. At his quip, she looked up at him and playfully narrowed her eyes at him after they crossed the road. 

“Hey now, I’m not that short.” she said, poking his ribs playfully. “You’ve just become a giant.” She tried to hold in the laugh that was building up, but it soon escaped her, followed by a bright smile. He was the same Dean she had met all that time ago, even with his extra baggage. God, how she missed this. Just to have a normal conversation with someone and walk down the street like a normal person would, even if she was far from normal. She wanted to grip his arm tight and not let him go. 

She wanted to hold on to this moment forever. Sighing contently, she looked up at him. She had so many questions burning in her mind, but she didn’t know where to start. She looked back ahead of them, thinking about where to start, finally settling on the same question he had asked. “Besides dealing with angels and their children, what have you been doing?”

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam watched Dean and Esme leave, a grin resting on his face at how the two acted. Even with all their time apart, there was still a strong connection between them. After everything Dean had been through, he needed something good to come along to be a distraction from all the bad. By the looks of it, Esme was that distraction and a welcomed one. After they left the diner, Sam turned his attention to Madison as she moved her hand from his and rested it beside his and spoke. He sat quietly as she spoke. 

His smile faded when she brought up Dean shooting at her. He could see how strongly embedded into her memory it was, rightly so, since it was the first action she experienced after being born. He watched her as she continued talking, not being able to get a word in. When finished, he turned so he could face her properly. He searched for his words, not really knowing what to say to her. “Dean……” he started and sighed. “When he’s unsure about something not human, his first instinct is to draw his gun. I’m pretty sure he didn’t intend to shoot you. We do want to keep you safe.” he told her. 

“But when you hit us with that blast, it caused him to shoot.” He tried to tell her as gently as possible as to not draw her from her peaceful state. “I can see why you like Esme. I just met her and like her too, she’s pretty nice.” He gave her a warm smile, then looked over at the woman that Madison spoke about, then looked back at her. “That is sad, but that happens sometimes.” he mumbled. Sam went quiet as he looked at her, watching her take in what he had told her. “Is there anything you want to know? I’ll try my best to answer.”