[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

“I get that…”, he muttered as she explained that things hadn’t changed for her, as far as feeling other’s feelings pretty intensely.  She had told him she was an empath, but it was something that hadn’t come up again, really.  But he should have known that she still dealt with those emotions, because of the way she acted when Madison was lashing out at them, “And I wasn’t planning to fight him.  Sammy didn’t want to fight me.  He just needed something to punch and..well I was something.  I wouldn’t have ever put you in the middle of all that.”

When he finished explaining the situation, he flinched as she blamed herself and cleaned the blood from his nose, which he appreciated, but he shook his head, “No.  You didn’t do anything.  I’m the one who got wasted and brought you here.”

He gave a little smirk, looking down at her hand, before flinching again when she touched his cheek.  His concern turned to relaxation as he leaned into her hand and closed his eyes, a small smile coming up on his face as she kissed his nose.  

“I think my nose is broken…”, he muttered as he opened his eyes, staring at her lips briefly.  He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on her lips, turning the hand that was in hers over and squeezing her hand in his palm gently, “And we should probably get dressed.  Sam’s cool, now, I think.”