[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had opened her eyes and followed Dean’s lead as he led them over to a bench and sat down as she poured herself out to him. Which was something she hadn’t done with anyone for a long while. When he pulled his arm away and wrapped it around her shoulders, she closed her eyes again. She could feel that her words had an effect on him, like he was trying to find a way to tell her she was wrong in her thinking. She moved her hands into her lap, placing one over the other, waiting for him to say something. 

At Dean’s sigh, she opened her eyes and looked at the ground. His words brought a small smile to her lips and a small laugh to escape her. It was funny thinking of him trying to tie her down. She gave a sigh at what he said next and shook her own head. She lifted her head to look at the lake. “Don’t be. It’s not like you could have known.” she mumbled. “I was pretty vague on what I told you.” She sighed again before leaning into him and rested her head on him. 

“I knew you would have come if I contacted you, but I…… I was in a terrible place…… I didn’t want you to see me like that.” she admitted. To be truthful, she still wasn’t her full self, but she couldn’t bring herself to admit that to him. Esme also didn’t want to bring the mood down any more than she already had. They should be happy right now, not upset about things that happened in the past. “But if I want to be honest with myself. I would have been better off if I had called you.” She knew it was true, but it had been hard to admit to herself until now. If she had called him for help, maybe she wouldn’t feel so broken inside and only half of the woman she used to be.


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam studied Madison as she took in what he said about not knowing why Michael wasn’t there. He could see that she didn’t like his answer, just as he thought. He grew worried when it looked as if she was about to lose control. He was about to reach out and take her hand when she opened her eyes. His eyebrows raised at the dim light behind her eyes. He let them relax as she spoke, and he nodded with a small smile. It seemed that she had kept herself calm after thinking it over. When she spoke about finding a family, his smile grew. 

“A family?” he questioned. He thought it over, going over everything that had gone on over the past few days in his mind. “She was right. They were the closest thing she had to consider family. Him and Dean had been with Amy through most of the pregnancy and even the birth. How could she not see them as family? He was about to confirm when she seemed distracted. He followed her gaze to a man that came in and sat at the breakfast bar. He wondered what it was about him that grabbed her attention, then looked back at her. “Madison?” Sam said her name softly so as to not startle her out of her stare. Concern was written on his face as he looked at her.