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I awake to the sounds of soft whispers and rub the sleep from my eyes. I have somehow managed to fold my 5 foot 10 inch body into a laying position in the backseat of the Impala. I notice the jacket lying across me and smile to myself: Sam, always so thoughtful. I stay still and listen to the conversation coming from the front of the car.
"I think I can figure out how to get into town, we don't need the stupid map", says Dean.
With an impatient grunt Sam replies, "Using the map will just help us get there faster, no need to be so brash. It wouldn't hurt your precious image to use some help."
I stifle a laugh at their silly argument. These random arguments happen often and I have learned to get used to them, but also simply ignore them. I have been traveling with the brothers for about a year now, but meeting them feels like only yesterday.
My parents were excellent hunters and raised me to follow in their footsteps. They home schooled me in every subject, with the addition of hunting 101. As a family we hunted and killed hundreds of creatures in the attempts of making this world safer. However, hunting is a dangerous lifestyle and both of my parents were killed by a demon when I was seventeen. I was out collecting some supplies and I found their bodies when I returned home. The telltale sign of sulfur was left behind, telling me that demons were responsible.
It took me an entire year to find the demon that murdered my parents, but I succeeded and got the revenge that I so desired. I hunted on and off on my own for the next three years with the occasional contact with our family friend Bobby Singer. He let me crash at his place every once in awhile; I think he enjoyed the company. He told me about the Winchesters, two brothers who excelled in hunting, and that I should contact them if I ever needed help but I didn't think I would ever meet them. However, a job went south and I was pinned behind a dresser with a vengeful ghost coming towards me with murder in its eyes. The Winchesters, having been working the same job unbeknownst to either of us, busted through the doors and saved me from a horrible death. I've been traveling and hunting with them ever since.
Sam, noticing that I was awake, looks back at me and says, "Well, look who decided to finally join us."
I stretch my arms and hand him his jacket back, "Thanks for the jacket blanket. Where are we?" I look out of the windows and notice a few small stores; a flower shop, a deli, and a convenience store. We drive by many more shops and restaurants on our way towards the motel at the end of the street.
"Spearfish, South Dakota." Dean replies as he turns into the motel parking lot.
Dean goes into the office to get us a room while Sam fills me in on what I missed during my nap,
"Bobby called and told us his hunter friend Eric needed help with a werewolf problem in this town. We are going to help him hunt down the werewolves that have been killing people in the forest."
Werewolves often prey on joggers and hikers in the forest because there are no witnesses to the murders. The brothers and I have killed our fair share of them, but I still feel nervous about killing a whole pack. I respond,
"Okay, its always nice meeting and helping other hunters."
Sam notices my apprehension and gives me a reassuring look. He opens his mouth to say something, but Dean pulls open the driver's side door.
He hands us the room keys, "We are in 123 right over there." pointing to the green door with the peeling paint to our right.
I assess the room as we walk in. No pullout couch; guess I'm sharing a bed tonight. We set our bags down and start the process of getting ready to go to sleep. Dean calls the first shower and runs to claim the bathroom before Sam or I can steal it. Dean doesn't like sharing a bed, so Sam and I naturally gravitate toward the farthest bed from the door and sit down. I flop back on the bed,
"Wow, I just slept for who knows how long but I am still so beat."
Sam chuckles, "Sleeping in the back seat of the Impala isn't exactly restful sleep."
"That's very true. I don't know how I even manage to lay down, it's so small back there." I laugh.
"You have a talent." Sam smiles at me as he flips on the TV.
We lay there in silence, watching the devastating news about another person killed by the "bear" in the woods. Sam and I look at each other with sad expressions but are at a loss for words. Dean exits the bathroom and I slip in after him to take a much-needed shower. I let the warm water relax my muscles until it starts to turn cold. I quickly change my clothes, so Sam can take a shower. I start to fall asleep almost immediately after my head hits the pillow, only vaguely feeling the bed shake as Sam slips between the sheets next to me.
I don't wake again until early the next morning. I notice that neither of the brothers are awake, so I quietly change my clothes and go out into the chilly South Dakota air. I walk to the coffee shop I saw on our way through town and order three large to-go cups. The boys are just getting up when I come through the door. They look from me to the coffees and practically run over to grab one.
"Thanks" they say in unison, making us all laugh.
"So what's the plan for today?" I ask, taking a big sip of the warm coffee.
"Eric says that the werewolves tend to come out around five, so we are meeting him around four to make an official game plan." Dean says.
I nod and walk over to my bag of gear to make sure that I have everything that I need. We spend to remaining hours cleaning guns and sharpening knives so that the werewolf eradication can go smoothly. Restlessness kicks in around three and we decided to drive to the rendezvous spot early because we have nothing else to do. It turns out Eric had the same idea and is already there when we pull up next to him. He waves at us and walks over to our car.
"Hey guys thank you so much for coming, there was no way I could have handled this by myself." He smiles at us.
Dean shakes his hand, "No problem man, it's our pleasure. This is my brother Sam and our companion Maddy."
Sam and I each take turns shaking Eric's hand. Eric then relays all the information he has on the whereabouts of the werewolves. He shows us a map of the forest and where the werewolves like to converge.
"From my reconnaissance trips into the woods, I have figured out that there are about three to four werewolves living in an old abandoned cabin near the stream," he points to a small 'x' that he has drawn on the map, "and they come out around five to hunt."
Dean looks at the map, "So what is your plan exactly? Ambush the cabin, or wait for them to leave?"
"They know the woods too well," Eric scratches his head, "I think that we need to ambush the cabin to catch them off guard."
Sam adds his thoughts, "Don't you think that's too risky? Going in blind? We have no idea what lies ahead of us in there."
I have a bad feeling about this idea of ambushing, it isn't the way that we usually hunt. However, I don't see another option and I really want these werewolves to stop hurting people.
"I think that this plan is the only way to save this town from these monsters." I state. Sam and Dean both look at me with wide eyes.
"Are you sure Maddy? This sounds risky." Dean says with worry in his eyes.
"I know this plan is risky, but what other choice do we have?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
Sam and Dean nod and start to collect the necessary weapons. Eric leads the way to the cabin and we watch as werewolves mill around inside. I check my gun to make sure the safety is off and that a silver bullet is loaded into the chamber. I take a deep breath as we bust through the door and into the cabin.
I know immediately that we have made a huge mistake. There are seven werewolves sitting in the cabin, not the predetermined three or four. My heart starts to race as bullets began to fly. The silver bullets that we all fire instantly kill two of the werewolves. One of the werewolves leaps from the couch and tackles Dean, and soon the other wolves rush Sam, Eric and I. One of the wolves pushes me into the kitchen trying to use its claws against me. I hear gunshots from the living room and hope that the others are okay. The werewolf punches my face and sends me flying across the room. I quickly stand up and find the wolf right in front of me, claws extended. I try to jump out of the way but am too slow as his claws come down, slicing four deep lacerations into my abdomen. However, he doesn't see me raise my gun and I shoot him straight through the heart. I look down at my front,
"Shit." I say as blood pours out of the deep wounds.
I sink to the floor and try to put pressure on the lacerations but there are too many to try and cover. I listen to the room next to me, but it sounds quiet.
"S-Sam! D-D-Dean!" I choke out as tears spring from my eyes.
Sam comes bursting into the kitchen,
"Nice jo-" Sam starts when he sees the dead werewolf but trails off when he sees me leaning against the cabinets. He rushes over with panic in his eyes. "N-no, Maddy stay with me," He says as my eyes start to slide shut, "Hey, hey look at me you need to stay awake." He takes his flannel over shirt off and presses it to my abdomen. "Dean!" He yells.
"Wha- Oh god, Sammy what happened!" He races over and takes one look at me and all the blood drains from his face. He goes into complete survival mode; "We need to get to the hospital immediately. Sam can you carry her? I'll run and get the car as close as I can, let me grab Eric to help me." He runs out of the room and I can faintly here him yell something at Eric.
"Sam…" I start to say but the pain is getting too intense. I clutch at my abdomen and wince. Sam looks down at me with a million different emotions running across his face.
"I'm going to carry you and it's going to hurt like hell, but please stay with me." He quietly tells me.
He picks me up and the pain is so intense, I let out a breath and bite my tongue to keep from crying out. He walks with me through the forest until the roar of the Impala becomes audible. Dean jumps out and helps Sam put me into the back of the car, where Sam lays my head in his lap. As Dean speeds away, a thought suddenly occurs to me,
"Oh, Dean," I say sluggishly, "I'm going to bleed on your seats."
He lets out one sharp laugh, "Are you kidding me? You're bleeding out back there and you think I care about the seats?"
I look up at Sam and see the scared expression on his face, "Sammy," I say touching his face, "It's okay, it's only a scratch." He smiles a little, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm just so tired." I slur as my eyes start to droop.
"No! Maddy wake up," Sam lightly pats my cheek to wake me up, "we're almost there, please stay with us." He pleads with me. Dean slams the car in park and helps Sam carry me into the hospital. The rest becomes a blur as nurses rush over and place me on a gurney and cut my clothes away to reveal my wounds. I vaguely hear Sam arguing with the nurses that hold him back from coming with me.
"It's alright sweetie, we are here to help you. You can sleep now." Says one of the nurses. I let my eyes close and drift into the blackness.