[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had shifted her weight to one leg and crossed her arms over her chest as she listened to Madison and Castiel talk. She was also still going over what he said about Madison not being an angel. It confused her more as she thought about it. She focused back on Castiel when he told Madison that he had been preparing a building for her, and had warded the place to keep everything but God out. It sounded like it would be pretty safe for her. She sighed a bit in relief that they had a place to take her. 

She then felt a rush of excitement hit her just before Madison turned to face her. A smile came to her from the excitement she felt and how happy she was to have a house to go to, but her smile faded quickly as the angel appeared and stabbed Madison. “Noooo, Madison!” she yelled. She bolted to Madison and reached her, just as Dean had, and placed a hand on her arm and shoulder. Her eyes were like saucers and full of worry. She didn’t even look at the angel as Castiel took care of him. 

She glanced at Dean, then back to Madison as she waved Dean’s hand away from the blade and slowly pulled it out. She flinched the slightest bit when the blade hit the sidewalk. Esme dropped her gaze to where the blade had once been protruding from Madison’s stomach. To her surprise, it wasn’t bleeding. She stepped back to take all of Madison in, having trouble registering what she had just seen. She looked down at the angel blade on the ground. She was unfamiliar with it, but could tell it was made for an angel. 

If an angelic weapon couldn’t harm this girl, and Castiel says she’s not an angel, then what the hell is she? Esme soon grew tense as she felt anger and fear come to her from Madison. She looked at Madison’s face, seeing her eyes glowing amber and bright. This scared her and she wasn’t one that easily got scared. She watched Castiel step up and place a hand on Madison’s shoulder, only to have her shrug it off, followed by a slight wind surrounding her. Esme looked at Dean and Sam to see if they had any answers. 

She saw Dean looking at Sam the same way she was looking at them. Esme worried they wouldn’t be able to keep her calm and Madison would lose control or her anger would get the better of her. Madison’s emotions came in stronger than any she had ever been around. Dean’s was a close second. She didn’t know how it would affect her if she became overwhelmed by Madison’s anger. She watched as Sam slowly made his way over to Madison. 


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam continued watching the interaction between Madison and Castiel. Listening intently as he told her about the place he had been preparing for her. It was a relief to hear that Castiel had a place that would keep her safe. It put his mind at ease about having a place for her to go that would hide her from essentially everything but God, as Castiel had said. Sam smiled at her brief moment of excitement, but it vanished and morphed into shock when an angel appeared and shoved their blade into Madison’s back. 

“Noooo!” Sam yelled and ran to her. Dean and Esme beat him to her. So, all he could do was hang back as they looked over her in as much shock as he was. He saw as Castiel took care of the angel, then took a step back as the body fell to the ground. His attention went back to Madison at Dean’s look to chime in. “Madison. Wait.” he said to her. But he spoke too late. She had already pulled the blade from her back and had dropped it on the ground. He looked at the wound, surprised that it wasn’t bleeding. 

He was also surprised that the angel blade hadn’t killed her. If that didn’t kill her, then what did that mean she was? Sam tensed when he saw her eyes glowing amber and bright. He knew this couldn’t be good and could end up badly in a hurry. Sam looked at Dean as he looked at him for answers, then looked back to Madison as he walked up to her as a slight wind surrounded her. “Madison.” he said softly, taking her face into his hands. “You need to breathe.” he told her. “Listen to my voice and don’t let yourself lose control.”

He hoped that the same method from the diner would work again. If just hearing his voice didn’t work, he would wrap his arms around her and pull her into a hug to try to calm her.