[h2] Madison and Castiel [/h2]

Madison noticed Sam growing more agitated by the second as he attempted to get ahold of Dean.  She could barely concentrate on what Castiel was trying to teach her as she worried for him, flinching at him snapping at Dean’s voicemail and slamming his phone on the table.  She looked over to Castiel, who simply gave her a look, as if he had seen this all before.

“Sam?  Sam wait!”, she yelled out when he rushed out of the house, running toward the door.  Castiel stood and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to him, into a hug.

“Let him go…”, he muttered, sighing in his own frustration at how Sam and Dean fought at times.  It was frustrating.  He carefully pushed her away, and walked her over to the couch in the center of the room, helping her lower herself down, “He’ll be back.  Sometimes Dean does…things that…up-upset Sam.  When that happens, it’s best to just stay out of their way, until they figure it out.”

Madison sighed but nodded, figuring Castiel knew him better than she.  She reached down to the floor and picked up her bowl of cereal, taking a nervous bite, wanting to truly do better to fit in with her new family.

[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean sighed in relief as his head hit the pillow and he pulled the blanket up around his chest with a bright smile.  He opened his eyes and glanced over to Esme, just as Sam began assaulting the door to their room.  Groaning, he raised a hand to rub his forehead, “And that would be my brother…”

He hoisted himself over to the side of the bed, and pulled the sheet with him, pulling it around his body and walking to the door.  He didn’t want to answer, almost afraid that Sam was going to punch him for not answering his phone.  Either that or he would throw a big temper tantrum in a room where he was the only one clothed.  That thought made Dean laugh as he carefully unlocked the locks on the door, and opened it, narrowing his eyes in the sunlight.

“Ugh.  Sam.  What do you want, man?  I just went out for drinks.  It’s not like I’m…helpless or something.”, he stammered, shielding his eyes from the sun as he squinted, his head pounding.  He saw the look on his brother’s face and rolled his eyes, “You’re mad…”