[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean was relieved to hear that Sam had calmed enough to apologize for the punch, even though he deserved it, if he was honest.  It was always an unwritten rule for them to make sure the other knew where they were at all times, because they were a team.  They took care of each other and disappearing was usually pretty scary.  He had to admit, if Sam had just up and disappeared overnight, with Lucifer looming and now them dealing with a Nephilum and all of her enemies she didn’t ask for, he would have flipped too.

He didn’t like the way Esme responded when he called out to her.  Out of instinct, he walked to the bathroom door, gently pushing it open as to not scare her half to death, or accidentally walk in on anything that needed privacy.  When he saw her sitting there, he tightened the knot he had on the sheet around his waist, and stepped carefully into the room.

“Hey…you okay?”, he asked gently, reaching a hand out to her as he squatted slowly in front of her.  He placed the hand on her knee, rubbing his finger back and forth to try and comfort her, “I’m sorry about that.  Things have been a little crazy for us, lately.  We’re both on edge, Sam most of all.”

He tried to catch her eyes with his, to hopefully show her that he was calm, and that the situation had passed for the most part.  His nose was bleeding a bit, which he barely noticed, although there was a good chance his nose was broken from the punch Sam managed to land.  His nose twitched when he realized it still hurt, but he never moved his eyes from hers.