[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean turned his eyes from Madison to Esme, noticing that she was no longer smiling.  She honestly seemed upset.  He almost gave her an incredulous stare, his mind completely boggled by her sudden mood shift, until he realized that she acted this way the last time he had narrowed his eyes at one of her jokes.  As she turned her gaze to the table and closed her eyes, he furrowed his brow, his stomach knotting with guilt that he had possibly upset her with his words or his facial expressions.  After so much time apart, he wasn’t even sure what upset her, anymore.  He wanted to know.  He never wanted to see this look on her face again.

He watched as her face changed, but the bother stayed, and his eyes never moved.  He couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the fact that he had possibly upset her greatly.  He followed her with his eyes, as she stepped into the kitchen, and then he glanced at Sam.  When she came out of the kitchen and wrote a note for Madison, Dean tapped his fingers on the top of the table.

A little hope sparked in his chest as Esme stepped around behind him, as she walked toward the door, and her fingertips brushed his shoulders.

“Esme wait…”, he called out to her quietly, but she was already out the door.  Turning his eyes back to Sam, he let out a loud sigh, bringing his hand into a fist and knocking on the wood of the table, “Well damn.  Did you see me mess up back there? I messed up.  And all it took was me forgetting how gentle I have to joke with her.”

He leaned his head back exasperated as Madison gave him a confused look.  Brushing his hand down his face, he groaned, “She’s not coming back.  She’s not coming back and it’s my fault.”

[h2] Madison [/h2]

Madison smiled blissfully at Sam and nodded her head as she chewed, “Well I definitely want to enjoy it.  This is really…good.  I love it.”

She didn’t notice Esme leaving the room, as she became concerned with their food situation.  She was too wrapped up in the burrito in her hands.  However, she glanced up and noticed that Esme wasn’t sitting near her, her head perked up.

Madison took another bite of her food as Esme came back from the kitchen and she looked down at the piece of paper, confused.  As Esme mentioned the boys helping her with using a phone, she glanced up at Sam, nervously and then turned her eyes back to Esme’s as she pulled away from her to step around Dean.

“She’s leaving?”, she asked Sam, as he called out to Esme, but it was Dean’s words, as he made the mistake of mentioning that Esme might not come back that hit Madison deep in her stomach, and caused panic to rise, “She’s not coming back?!  Why?!”

Her eyes glowed a gentle amber, not quite out of control but afraid as she turned her eyes from Dean back to Sam, her breathing quickening.