[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean noticed the small squeeze to his arm, and gave a reassuring squeeze to her hand, letting her know that it wasn’t anything she should worry about.  At this point, he had come to terms with a lot of what had happened to him, and just used it as more fuel.

He gently sat them down on the nearby bench as she spoke, gripping his arm tightly.  He knew this was something that bothered her greatly, and it was something he wanted to dispel from her mind.  He listened intently, but pulled his arm from her, wrapping it around her shoulders.  He couldn’t remember ever saying anything that would make Esme feel like a burden, but she did.  Asking for help, felt like something she should have felt bad for.  He sighed, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared out over the water, not knowing how to straight up tell her that she was wrong.  A lot of the time, he would have loved the company, and the extra work.

When she brought up the way that things left off, he let out a sigh he had been holding in, shaking his head while looking at the ground, “No.  No don’t be sorry for that.  I mean, it’s not like I tried too hard to tie you down…”

He gave a small laugh as he mentioned tying her down to keep her with him, “I’m sorry that I didn’t try harder enough to be…around.  I should have known you needed someone.”

[h2] Madison [/h2]

“I do feel what I think is happy.  I’m not alone…”, she explained when Sam mentioned that he wanted her to be happy.  She then got an answer she didn’t want, but she was trying to stay calm.  Michael wasn’t with the Winchesters, and had left her alone, and let her mother die.

Her eyes tried to glow a soft white as she processed the information with anger on her face.  Realizing she was about to lose control again, she closed her eyes and then looked at her fingers, taking a deep breath.  Hearing that she could live with them, her eyes raised to his, the small white light still dimming behind her blue eyes.

“Then, everything is going to be alright.”, she whispered, a small smirk threatening the edges of her mouth.  She wanted to meet Castiel, and she wanted to be able to hunt, like her mother had conversations about with the brothers. She wanted a family, most of all.

“And I’m happy I found a family…”, she muttered, not truly understanding the meaning of the word, but that she had heard it before.  She let out a long sigh, and her ear perked up, turning to stare at a man that had just sat down at the breakfast bar.  She didn’t say anything about him, but his power aura felt similar to hers, and her curiosity raised as she stared at him.