It was a long night, but relaxing in a way. They all played poker for awhile, while giving the general overview of what exactly they did for a living. Madison listened like anyone else did; politely intent but not really believing much of what was being said. There was no insult in it. Dean liked the way Madison and Kayla got along. They were casual in their interactions, like they'd known each other forever. Kayla even helped her in the kitchen when she made them dinner. It was so damn suburbia, the four of them sitting around like that, it was a little surreal.
After awhile Kayla dragged him to the floor on the other side of the room so Sam and Madison could talk privately amongst themselves. Kayla continued playing cards with him, it was cute how bad she was at it but she was a good sport. She seemed to be more interested in flirting with him than playing anyway and he was definitely ok with that.
Dean looked out the window and saw how dark it was, he didn't know the time but they'd been there for hours. He pulled his gun out and set it on the coffee table, which made Sam and Madison turn and look at him.
"No no, you two just talk among yourselves."
Kayla shook her head, she was tired. With a heavy yawn she reached for the deck to shuffle again, Dean stopped her.
"Why don't you get some sleep, I'll wake you up if anyone turns into a bloodthirsty werewolf or anything." Sam shot him a look. "What? Yeah, you're right, the thrashing noises will probably wake her up anyway."
She laughed quietly and rested her head in her arms on the floor. "You'll have to excuse him," she yawned. "He's not the most subtle of men."
"Yeah I couldn't tell." Madison smiled.
Dean shuffled the cards and watched Kayla's eyes close. It was a matter of minutes before her breathing became even and she was asleep. He set up for a game of solitaire.
When morning finally came they stood at the window and watched the sun rise. No bloodshed, no claws, no werewolf. Dean smirked; they'd actually done it. Madison hugged Sam tightly.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
Always with thanking Sam. Did Sam kill the werewolf? No, Sam stayed and babysat. He didn't do anything. He cleared his throat.
She smiled. "And you too, Dean. Thank you." She nodded to Kayla. "Kayla."
"Ah don't mention it." Dean looked between Sam and Madison, he felt Kayla tug on his jacket. "So we're gonna go back to the hotel and uh…watch pay per view. Or something."
He walked in front of Kayla towards the door and pumped his fist in the air before leaving the room. Kayla glanced back. "Sorry, again…" She felt like she should say it, though her thoughts were definitely focused elsewhere; like getting Dean back to the room.