[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had missed his frown when she mentioned it hadn’t been easy going it alone, she had been looking ahead of them to see where they were going. When he jumped and laughed while pulling away, she laughed as well. When he took her arm back to his and placed his hand on hers, she had to smile, as it felt so natural. She shrugged her shoulders to his comment as if saying ‘Maybe so’. When they entered the park and stepped up to the fence, she looked out over the lake. It felt quite peaceful, and she drank it in. 

When he started to answer her question, she looked away from the lake and up at him. As he spoke, her eye widened, and she unconsciously squeezed his arm, not expecting to hear what came out of his mouth. She couldn’t imagine going through such events, especially going to Hell. It sent a shiver down her spine, thinking of going to Hell. At his smile she calmed a bit, but couldn’t keep herself from feeling bad for him. Here she thought she had it terrible. It was but nothing compared to going to Hell. 

When he mentioned she could have called, she looked away and at the lake with a heavy sigh. “I know I could have called but…….” she whispered, unconsciously gripping his arm again. “I didn’t want to put more on your plate than you already had.” She breathed in deeply and slowly released it as she closed her eyes. “I didn’t want to burden you with my problems when you had your own to deal with.” she mumbled. She knew that he would have come to her aide if she had called him or would have had her meet him somewhere. 

But she didn’t want to dump all the crap she had following her on him, she still didn’t. But Madison had pulled them back together and had formed a bond with her. She sighed again and dipped her head as she remembered how she had left it off with him, and she felt terrible about it. She knew it had to have hurt him. “I…... I’m sorry for…... The way I left things.” she whispered.


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam grew a little worried at the narrowing of Madison’s eyes to his words. He watched her as she seemed to think over things. He relaxed when she finally spoke and gave her a nod when she finished. He gave her smile as she spoke about her emotions; he knew they had to be confusing to her. “That’s good to hear. I hope you feel happy right now.” he told her as she turned in the seat. He couldn’t help but grin a little with the way she sat in the booth, just like a child would. When his eyes met her and she asked her question, his smile faded. 

Sadness plastered itself on his face at the mention of her mother. The question she asked was a question he knew would come up eventually and had been dreading it, since he didn’t have a good answer for her. “Honestly, we don’t know.” he told her, still looking into her eyes. He knew this would be an answer she probably wouldn’t want to hear, but it was the truth. They had heard Micheal was on earth, and they searched for him with Castiel when they found her mother. 

He pulled himself from the thought of Michael to answer her other question, a small smile coming back to his face. “Of course you can stay with us.” he told her. “You don’t have to worry about being alone.” he smiled warmly.