[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

As she spoke, he shook his head, “No.  I still should have known.  You’re enough like me that I should have known.  I’m not good alone.”

As she leaned into him, he leaned his head down and gently kissed the top of her hair, a motion he saved for those he cared about most, even if he couldn’t say the words out loud.  He closed his eyes, his cheek pressed against the top of her head as she explained that she knew he would have come to her.  She was right.  Their brief time together had made Dean question a lot of things, as her presence genuinely calmed him.  

“I don’t know how long you want to stick around, this time.  But I’m telling you, I’m always around.  I go to people I don’t even know.  I damn sure wouldn’t have left you hanging…know that, okay?”, he muttered, wanting to make sure that she never worried about calling him again, although, he couldn’t imagine she would be leaving at this point, considering the way they had met again.

He opened his eyes, staring out toward the water, and hugged her carefully, “You’re here, now.  It’s rough, with me and Sam.  We have gained a bit of notoriety since you were with me last.  Lucifer…knows our names.  But I promise you, if you want to tag along, I’ll do everything I have to do to keep you safe…even if that means going easy on the girl, Madison.”

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison continued to stare at the man who sat at the bar, her eyes narrowing in curiosity and her head tilting to the side, much like Castiel when analyzing something.  She began to hear a high pitched squeal, followed by the faint sound of voices in her head as she stared, barely hearing her name slip out of Sam’s lips.  However, at hearing her name, she turned her face to him, and shook her head.

“I’m okay.  There’s a man, and his thoughts are about power.  Someone in his head just said ‘Gods power remade’…”, she explained.  Suddenly, the voices became overwhelming, causing her to cover her ears.  At first, she could make them go away with just her hands over her ears, but then the voices pierced her hands.  They were voices and noises Sam couldn’t hear, and no one in the diner could hear, but it felt as if her head was going to explode as she leaned into Sam’s chest and began to whimper.

Her anguish caused the lights above them to flicker, and a slight wind to blow within the diner as she sheltered her head and ears, “Stop it!  Shut up!”

Patrons within the diner asked questions, confused by the napkins and styrofoam cups flying about, as the lights flickered.  One by one, each lightbulb burst, sparks falling onto the ground, and prompting a sort of stampede as everyone in the diner, except Sam, Madison and the strange man tried to run from the building.