[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had noticed his nervous look before she started talking, and it had fueled her little ‘speech’ a bit. She couldn’t have been happier to see him smile and laugh after how serious things were earlier. If she was honest with herself, she missed his laugh. It was soothing and always genuine, at least towards her. She watched him shrug at her comment of taking him. His smile at her kept the smile on her face, but she pulled her tongue back in. 

She kept his gaze as he picked up a strand of her hair and placed it behind her ear as he spoke. His thumb brushing against her jaw caused her to hold back a shiver at how quick the action was. “I’m glad we understand each other.” she grinned playfully. His wanting her to stay was obvious, but she knew he wouldn’t just come right out and say it. She also knew he wouldn’t want her to feel like he was forcing her. 

“If we had to bump heads about this, I don’t know what I’d do.” She sighed dramatically and tried to hold back her smile to make it look like she was serious, but she lost the battle. The smile slowly crept its way to her lips, and she laughed softly. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam held Madison closer when the diner went pitch black. He cut his eyes to the window as the exterior light went out. He looked around the darkness as the diner groaned from the assault of the blast. He looked down at her once more, worry growing more within him, causing his heart to beat faster. Her screams felt as if they tore right through him. He felt helpless with only being there to hold her close and try to talk her through it. When the wind began to calm, he didn’t release his grip on Madison. 

He figured keeping her close was the best thing to do until she composed herself. After she gasped for air, he felt a gust of wind from behind him. He looked over at the bar and noticed the guy in the suite had vanished. He sighed heavily, knowing what that meant. He looked back at Madison just before she lifted her head from his chest, he loosened his grip so she could easily look up at him. Her red, puffy, and scared eyes brought for a look of even more concern for her. 

Sam listened as she explained what she had just gone through, his thoughts went to what Castiel called angel radio. A sigh escaped him as looked around the room. He nodded to her question, not wanting to lie to her. “Yes.” he whispered. “But it’s okay. Everyone got out unharmed.” He then released her but kept a hand on her arm to make sure she was alright and to let her know he was there. He looked around the dark diner before looking back at her once again. 

“Come on, we need to get out of here before others come and start asking questions.” he said, sliding from the booth. He held out his hand to her to help her out of the booth. “Once we’re outside, we can see where Dean and Esme went.”