[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme watched as she pulled away, taking in his expression and his emotions. She knew her kisses had tempted him to turn and go back into the room with her, but his control not to go back made her smile. If she was honest with herself, she was half tempted to go back as well. After her stomach had growled, she watched him as he looked down and spoke, nodding at his words and giving a small laugh at his eye roll. “I would imagine he would be.” She had only spent a little time around Sam, but could somewhat tell what kind of person he was. A strong, brooding type of guy. 

When Dean ran his palm down her face and patted it, she closed her eyes for a moment. She thought about what he said about Castiel having a room for him. A thought came to her mind about it and she held back a laugh and refrained from bringing it up. She then stepped to the side and unlocked the car door. “Then let's get going before my stomach yells at us again.” she said, opening the car door. “But I have one question before we set off.” She crossed her arms over the top of the door as she looked at him, a serious look on her face. 

“If Castiel has a room for you, Sam, and Madison, where does that leave me? Do I bunk with Madison or am I on a couch?” She asked as seriously as she could, trying to make him think it was a concern for her, when in reality it was a joke. She rested her chin on her arms as she waited for his answer.


[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam looked away from Madison and back at Castiel, seeing that he was thinking about the same thing he was about the two. He sighed inwardly at Esme becoming a distraction for Dean again, even though it would be good to have her around for Madison. Sam could only nod as Castiel muttered, it was true, that they could only hope. He then turned his attention back to Madison as she pulled away from him, watching her scan his eyes. He then watched as she ran over to the table to show him what she had been working on. He raised a brow when she picked up the knife. 

He was about to step forward when she plunged it into her hand, but Castiel stopped him by holding up his hand. Sam looked back at Madison after Castiel shook his hand. Sam stood there and watched as her eyes lit up and a soft wind blew around the room, and readied himself for something to happen as Castiel stepped up to her, pulling the knife from her hand. When nothing happened, he released the breath he had been holding as her hand healed and she caused the knife to stab into the table. Sam returned Madison's smile when she turned to face him and spoke and nodded. 

“You’re right, it is a start.” he said walking closer to the table as she moved the money. “As long as you prevent yourself from exploding, that’s something.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and with a warm smile. “Don’t worry too much about any of us getting attacked right now. Just keep focusing on keeping control of yourself for now. That’s pretty important right now.”