[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme smiled when Dean spoke to Madison about learning to control her powers and even possibly helping on hunts. She was happy to see that he was trying to be nice to the girl. She knew that if she could keep things relatively calm, it would more than likely work out for the best for all of them. Though she knew that if she kept this up the entire time, she’d be worthless in any kind of fight, but maybe, just maybe, she could do small amounts at a time. When Dean wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, she was thankful knowing he’d keep her from falling if her legs gave out or she passed out. 

She could also feel his eyes on her and his worry, but she kept going, only pulling back a little as she saw Madison calming. Esme could see that Madison’s eyes no longer flickered gold and that her face had softened, and she didn’t seem so afraid anymore. She continued to watch Madison as her position changed to one that looked more relaxed, Madison had let go of Sam’s shirt and now held onto his hand. Esme pulled back more on her projection, feeling herself fading as her hand slipped from Dean’s stomach and to her side. She had just stopped projecting when Madison told her not to make herself too tired. 

It was a little late for that, but she smiled tiredly. “Too late.” she mumbled as she watched Madison pull away from Sam. Her eyes never left Madison as she slowly made her way toward her and Dean, but when Dean stepped back, she stumbled a little but kept her one arm around him. At Madison’s hands on her cheeks, Esme looked into her eyes to read her. As Madison projected her powers to her, she closed her eyes as she felt the energy going into her mind. Esme closed her eyes tighter when Madison’s fingertips lit up. She could feel her exhaustion fading to a more tolerable level, which nothing but food or chocolate wouldn’t fix. 

A soft sigh escaped Esme’s nose when Madison pulled her hands away and she opened her eyes to see Madison smiling at her and smiled back. Esme’s smile grew when Madison threw her arms around her neck, held her close, and buried her face into her shoulder. Esme wrapped her free arm around Madison in a one armed hug, holding her close. “Thank you.” she whispered to her. “But how did you know how to do that?”

[h2]Sam Winchester[/h2]

Sam watched Madison as Dean and Esme spoke to her, seeing the smirk come to her lips as Dean spoke to her about her powers and going on hunts if she could learn to control them. “Three humans, an angel, and a Nephilim. What could go wrong?” he whispered softly to himself with a small laugh. He was glad that Dean was trying, though he couldn’t be sure if it was just because Esme was there or not. What he knew was that Esme had some sort of effect on him and somehow on the room as well. After she had gone pale, he noticed a change in the room and in himself. The room didn’t hold as much tension, and he felt quite a bit calmer. 

His eyes darted back and forth between Esme and Madison, watching as the two watched each other and didn’t look away. The longer the two looked at each other, the paler Esme seemed to get, but he felt Madison become calmer to the point where she released the back of his shirt and took his hand. Sam looked down at Madison seeing her gaze was still on Esme. He looked over at her as her hand dropped from Dean’s stomach to her side. The woman looked as if she would pass out at any moment. He looked back down at Madison when she spoke to Esme about not making herself too tired, what did she know he didn’t? He then heard Esme mumble a response about it being too late, which was easy to tell. 

When Madison pulled away from him to go to Esme, he let her hand slip from his but took a few steps after her. He saw Dean take half a step back as soon as Madison reached her hands out to Esme. Sam noticed that Esme didn’t move and seemed to be trusting of Madison, even closing her eyes as Madison put her hands on her face. Sam slowly closed the gap, but kept a bit of distance to not disturb what Madison was trying to do. His eyebrows went up in surprise when her fingertips slightly lit up. When the two hugged, he looked at Esme, he could see color already returning to her face. Then he looked at Dean to see his reaction to Madison healing Esme and their hug.