[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean wrapped his arm around Esme, pinching at the fabric on her back as she hugged his side.  He was calm at the moment, but he couldn’t help feel a little guilty. How the girl had gotten any sleep, knowing he was coming was a miracle, one that no doubt was pure exhaustion.  But he smiled softly at her, which caused Madison to give a small smirk in return, “That’s great Madison.  Really.  The more you learn to control things, the more you’ll be able to go out…maybe even help with hunting.”

Dean couldn’t help but notice that Esme’s arm was beginning to loosen from his waist, and he turned to look down at her, as she projected herself to Madison.  He furrowed his brow and wrapped his arm a bit tighter around her waist, a bit worried that she was going to pass out, by how pale her face had become, compared to a few seconds ago. 

But even Dean could feel the tension in the room calming around him.  He could tell that Madison’s face had softened, and her eyes no longer flickered gold as she held onto Sam.  It almost looked as if she held onto his brother for support, more than fear, and it was a deep relief.

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison nodded proudly when Esme and Sam both mentioned the hard work she had done.  Although it was a small display of her telekinesis powers, which were just the tip of the iceberg for a Nephilum, she was proud of herself, and it seemed that that the group was at least impressed by her ability to control that part of her powers.

The longer Esme kept her eyes on Madison, the more Madison felt a bit of calm washing over her, similar to when she hugged Esme, or when Sam held her hand.  She took a deep breath, her hand loosening from Sam’s shirt just a bit as she changed her position to hold his hand, keeping her eyes locked on Esme.

“Don’t make yourself too tired…”, Madison finally said simply, her eyes locked on Esme’s.  She pulled away from Sam and slowly approached Esme and Dean.  Dean took a half step back when Madison reached her hands out as she approached them, and placed both her palms against Esme’s cheeks, as if she knew how to do…something.

Madison simply projected her own powers onto Esme, placing energy into her mind, as if to heal it from the massive exhaustion Madison could feel creeping up.  She didn’t want Esme to hurt herself, but it was obvious that Esme had powers of some sort.  Powers that Madison could also be privy to, if she learned them.

Her fingertips lit up slightly, and then she pulled her hands back, smiling at Esme as she did her best attempt at healing someone from their tiredness or sickness, “There…”

Madison then threw her arms around Esme’s neck, holding her close to her body as she smiled and buried her face in Esme’s shoulder.  She was just happy to have her back, and now, Madison realized that she would have to take care of Esme just as much as Esme felt the need to take care of her.