[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean smiled a bit brighter than he should have as she reacted to the kiss.  It was the exact response he was hoping for.  He nuzzled against her nose, trying to play into her hand and confirm that they were on the same page, “You did say you were staying.  I’m just not a very trusting person…so, I take out insurance.”

He laughed softly, before Sam’s voice rang out in his ears.  He closed his eyes, letting a sigh leave his nose as his brother approached, and he turned from Esme, brushing his nose against hers as he turned his head.

“Hey!  What…”, he called back, before standing suddenly at their appearance, especially Madison’s hair being in tangles all over her head, “What the hell happened to you guys?  We were only gone for a few minutes.  You look like you’ve been through a hurricane…”

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison was relieved that Sam agreed with her praying to Castiel.  So, Castiel was a good guy.  Castiel wouldn’t hurt her.  Castiel was someone she could confide in.  Good.

She followed him, carefully running to keep up with his long strides, as he was a good foot and a half taller than herself.  She took note of every aura and every being she passed, feeling different waves of power coming off people, as if they were a mixture of species.

As they arrived and Dean stood and asked what had happened, she reached her hand up to her hair, attempting to smooth it by patting it down.  While she failed miserably, she was learning, and that made her smirk but dryly answer Deans question, “There was a loud bunch of voices in my brain.  I panicked and caused a um…a scene in the restaurant.  But don’t worry…I didn’t hurt anyone this time.”

As she finished, Dean’s face relaxed and he rolled his eyes, turning his gaze from Madison to Sam, “Well that’s a relief.  We’re going to have to find a better way for you to deal with your crap, than just having random outbursts every time someone hurts your feelings, alright?”

Madison glanced down at the ground, suddenly feeling guilt in her stomach.  Dean sighed, closing his eyes in frustration, and turned back to Esme.  He tried to whisper so that only Esme could hear him.

“How am I supposed to be easy on her, when she can’t even have a meal without going nuclear?”, he whispered through gritted teeth.  As he turned back toward Madison, she had disappeared, causing him to throw up his hands in exasperation, “Great…just great.”

Madison sat on the base of a statue behind Sam, just out of Dean’s eyesight but not out of Esme’s.  She had tried to position herself to the back of the statue, and was hugging her legs, her face buried in her knees as she sobbed.  She felt guilt.  She felt like she wished she had never been born.  It was obvious that everything she touched, exploded.  And she didn’t want to be near Dean Winchester.