[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean gave a small frown to her saying that she hadn’t had it easy on his own.  He wished he had known.  He could have helped her out, or at least met up with her to try and get her to come to them, which wouldn’t be unheard of.  He jumped and laughed at her calling him a giant, pulling away from her for a second before taking her arm back into his, placing his hand on top of hers, “Well, that’s just a meaner way of saying you got shorter…”

As the came up on a small park, with a lake in the center of it, Dean stepped up to the small fence beside the water.  He too was enjoying the normalcy of being with her, again.  It was as if they had never been apart.  They were the exact same people, despite all of the messed up situations they had both been involved with.

When she broke the small bit of silence, he raised his eyebrows and turned his head to smile at her, shrugging, “Um…well that’s a more complicated answer, I think.  I went to Hell, literally.  Came back because the angels needed a gopher, and Sam let Lucifer out of his cage.  Then we got involved with all the angel stuff out of guilt, mostly…and we’re here.”

He smiled, trying to let her know that none of it was anything to be sad about, at this point.  It just was, what it was. 

“But, I’ve been hunting too.  You could have called, if you needed anything.”

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison narrowed her eyes at Sam’s words, making the make sense in her mind.  Dean was extremely impulsive and he had shot at her because she scared him.  She seemed to scare anyone who knew anything about her, which caused her mind to wonder if she would always be shot at, or stabbed.  That thought didn’t bring her much joy as she accepted Sam’s confirmation that Dean did want her safe, “So, don’t scare Dean and I won’t get shot…I think I can do that.  I understand my emotions a little better.  I don’t feel fear, right now, or anger.”
She shifted herself in her seat, turning toward him and crossing her legs like a child on a stool.  She looked into his eyes, earnestly, and asked, “Why wasn’t my father with you guys, when I was born?  I felt Dean.  I felt you.  I felt my mother’s soul leaving the room, but not my father.  And can I stay with you?  I don’t really have anyone else, and you’re nice.”