[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean nodded , “I know that.  I just think I’m the one that is being rational about…the specifics.”

He then glanced toward the bedroom door, where Sam was working whatever magic he could to keep wake her up in what Dean hoped was a rational and peaceful way.  He wasn’t a fan of how scared Castiel seemed, both of him, and of the situation.  When an angel was worried, it heightened the nerves a bit.

“Sammy?  How’s she doing?”, he called over to the bedroom door, hoping that his brother would call back to him, or show up in the doorway with Madison, and everything was safe.  He
Sighed heavily once again, and wrapped his left arm around Esme, his hand coming down to rest on her waist.  He pulled her in for what felt like a side hug, trying to breathe through his anxieties.
[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison listened to Sam’s words intently as he held her shoulders, “Okay, Sam.  Just…don’t let me hurt you if I get upset.  Okay?”

She watched him move to stand from the bed, and shuddered at the thought of meeting with Dean, even if Sam was convinced Dean couldn’t hurt her around him.  He was intimidating, and being his target or his worry made her stomach hurt.  She wanted to wrap her arms around him, and see if a hug would help with his anger, but she was too scared, herself.

He took Sam’s hand, and stood from the bed with him, holding herself close to his side, just as Dean’s voice rang out.  Situating herself behind Sam, she looked at the door and then up at him, “Maybe Esme is out there.  Maybe they came together…”