I've wanted to write this one for a long time. A lot of my fics focus on strong women and diversity - as you'll see when I get around to finishing and uploading them all - but in this, I wanted to show a soft(TM) girl whose still strong and badass. Maddy and her story means a lot to me and I hope you guys can connect with her/it too. Also, there's gonna be minimal to no romance. A whole bunch of familial friendships between side characters and main characters? Hell yeah. This is also gonna follow my own plot with sprinkles of the original story so if you want a rewrite of episodes with another character in, you might not enjoy this.

Also, this is a story that won't just focus on Maddy. I want it to be a story about all of the characters and their conflicts.

Oh, and warning for violence and swearing. I do a lot of both.

Pre-first chapter ramble over. Enjoooy!

PS, these first few chapters are set in season 5, then there will be time jump.


"Got the short straw today, didn't you?" Finley teased as Maddy ducked under his arm, holding the glasses on the tray so they wouldn't fall.

"Someone needs to keep you in check. You know, in case you decide to abandon post and hook up with Danielle," Maddy teased back. Danielle gave a little wave from her table. "Anyway, you deal with the riffraff. Usually if someone comes in for a fight, they don't order the pie of the day first."

"True," Finley smiled as a tall guy came to the bar. "What can I get you, bro?"

Maddy took a second to admire the customer's shoulder length hair before slipping in the kitchen. Usually Janine dealt with the food on a Friday night but she had a vicious bout of bronchitis and was bed-ridden. Maddy didn't mind. She could play her music and lose herself in making well-practiced meals.

"Mads, need a bacon cheeseburger and house salad," Finley called through the door.

"On it, Finland!"

He chucked his tea towel at her, which she dodged with a laugh. It landed on the hob of the oven and she dived to throw it off.

"You idiot!" she yelled

"Stop looking in mirrors!" he yelled back through the closed door.

She shook her head at him. Finn wasn't the best at retorts but they made her laugh nonetheless.

Maddy moved over to her speaker and turned on some Simon and Garfunkel. She was trying to play a few of theirs on her guitar at home but reading sheet music didn't suit her. Playing by ear meant having to listen over and over. Great for Maddy, not so great for Finn.

Mrs Robinson began to play as she put the burger on to fry and got started on the salad.

"We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files," she sang out of tune. "We'd like to help you learn to help yourseeelf."

"Yo, Beyonce, tone the tunes down!"

"Piss off, Finn!"

He propped open the door, poking his head through the gap.

"C'mon - "

"Look around you all you see are sympathetic eyes!" she sang louder, throwing him a cheesy grin as some of the locals laughed from the bar. "Stroooooll around the grounds until you feel at home! Come on, Haz, you love this one!"

The local pawnbroker barked a laugh from the other room as Maddy turned up the volume for the chorus.

"And here's to you, Mrs Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know!" they sang together, a few others joining in.

Finn bashed his head against the doorframe.

"Wo, wo, wo! God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson. Heaven holds a place for those who pray!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" someone chimed in.

"Hey, hey, hey," Finley finished reluctantly.

"Yes, Finny boy!" Harry whooped, coming over and clapping him roughly on the shoulder. "Smellin' good, Maddy."

"Thanks, Haz. Chanel," she grinned at him as she assembled the cheeseburger. "Now shift, big guy."

"Big guy?" Harry repeated, offended. He stroked his beard with a heavily tattooed hand, then patted his beer belly. "I'll tell Janine you've been taking pieces out of the custom."

Maddy picked up the plates and skirted past him.

"Only you, Haz. Now who's this for?"

"Two guys in the corner," Finn said. He leaned in, "If you're talking for more than five minutes, I'm coming over there."

"Shut up," she said, asking over her shoulder. "Jealous?"

He repressed a grin as she teased him and walked over to the table with a purposeful swish of her hips for Finn to laugh at.

"Hey, guys. Salad?"

"Me, thanks," long-hair smiled as she put his food in front of him. "Looks great."

"That'll make you a burger," Maddy turned to the other man, sliding his plate onto the table.

"Been called worse," he said with a wink.

"I'll bet. Haven't seen you two around here before. Are you from Nebraska?"

"No, everywhere really. Just passing through."

"Enjoying your stay?"

The men exchanged a tired look that Maddy interpreted as a resounding 'no'.

"Your accent's telling me you're not from round here either," one of them pointed out.

"I moved to Maine from England when I was three, then here."

"And you kept the accent?" Long-hair asked.

"My parents were adamant. It's a lot more diluted than it used to be."

"So what's your name?" the other asked, taking a bite of his burger.

Maddy watched Long-hair shake his head exasperatedly but she smiled.

"Jailbait. You?"

Long-hair snorted into his beer.

"Name's Dean," the other said, unfazed. "And why is everything sexual?"

"Dean," Long-hair scoffed.

"I'm Maddy," she said, thoroughly amused by the exchange. "And for the record, I turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago. Not exactly jailbait but you'll be bait for that rabble over there."

She motioned her head to the congregation around the bar.

"I'm Sam," Long-hair said, before Dean could speak. "I take it you were responsible for the Simon and Garfunkel singalong?"

"It's my thing," she shrugged. "American Pie is midnight. You get a free drink if you know all the verses."

Dean clapped his hands together, "I'll take it now."

"It's the extended version," Maddy challenged.

"Bring it on."

"Okay," a voice said, an arm wrapping around her shoulders. "Let's let these gentlemen eat in peace."

Maddy punched Finn in the stomach harmlessly enough, but he doubled over with a wince.

"I'll have you know I'm good for the digestion," she said. "Give me a shout if you need anything, guys."

"Thanks, Maddy," Sam said with a smile while Dean laughed at the pained expression on Finn's face.

"Finn, come on!"

He grumbled but followed her back to the bar. As usual, she fell into conversation with Keith, their resident borderline alcoholic. Finn teased her that she supplied the drinks and therapy to the guy. It wasn't hard. Mostly he just talked quietly at her and all she had to do was listen and nod her head when he wanted her to. She watered down his drinks as much as possible, more concerned about his liver than doing her job properly.

Today, he was talking about his ex wife.

He talked nonstop for twenty minutes before his eyes began to get misty and he stood up unsteadily.

"Sit back down, Keith," Finn said, pushing him back down in his seat.

"I've called your sister," Maddy said. "She'll be coming to pick you up in five minutes."

"Can go myself," he slurred, leaning against Finn.

Maddy smiled at him, "You can't go driving like this and you know it."

"Wut's point anyway?" he mumbled. "Can't do anything right, can I?"

Finn slapped his back, "Don't say that, bro."

"You're good kids," he said before closing his eyes and putting all his weight into lying against Finn's side.

"I'll go wait for Rachel," Maddy said, coming out from behind the bar and through the door into the night.

The parking lot was empty. A twinkle from the far side caught Maddy's eye, and she sighed. The moonlight had cast a glimmer over a pile of broken glass by the dumpster. Maddy pursed her lips, knowing that she and Finn would get it in the neck from Janine if she came back and saw it. She crossed the lot and squatted, picking up the shards and throwing them into the rusting bin.

The alcohol on the glass making it both sticky and slimy, the biggest bits kept slipping out of her hands. She had to grapple with a particularly large chunk, and had finally managed to get a good grip when a hand touched her shoulder. She jumped, the edge of the glass taking a slice out of the side of her palm.

"Damn it," she muttered, slipping her hand further into her sleeve and turning to see who had surprised her.

"Sorry to startle you."

A tall man in a dark bomber jacket and a green scarf stood in front of her, giving her a lopsided grin. He was thin, with a severe face that seemed almost translucent under the moonlight.

"No, it's fine," Maddy said, ever polite. "Can I help you?"

"I'm new around here. Lost my buddies I was travelling with and I know their first port of call would be a... fine establishment such as this," he nodded to the quaint country bar.

There was something about his smile that was wrong. It showed too many teeth, and too little sincerity. His stance was off, too. Whether it was his height or a conscious move, he seemed to tower over her. She was 5'6", so not overly little but this guy made her feel tiny.

"I haven't really seen any new guys. Just a local joint, you know?" she flashed a smile.

"Maybe you overlooked them? They're tall, one with longish hair, the other smaller and sorta… roguish? Both wearing flannel? Would have ordered a cheeseburger and a salad?"

Maddy hesitated, her brain whirring as fast as it could. This guy didn't give the same pleasant aura the other two had. Their smiles had been without malice. His teeth looked like they wanted nothing more than to take a bite of her. But they must know each other or how could he have rattled off their orders?

"No, sorry. Haven't had anyone in looking like that," she lied before she knew what she was doing. A burst of fear jolted through her but she l with it now.

The man regarded her silently for five long seconds before his face split into another stomach-turning smile

"Oh well, worth a try."

He held out his left hand to shake but Maddy had to hold her right. He raised an eyebrow, eyes dropping down to her bleeding left hand. His eyes widened slightly as his hand shot out to grab hers. He brought it up to his face, inspecting the cut.

"It's fine," she said, feeling very uncomfortable. "I'm a med student - almost anyway. I know how to take care of it."

He prodded a little at the cut, parting the skin. It made her wince and try to pull her hand away but he held on tightly.

"Let me go, please."

He didn't answer. He seemed transfixed by the broken skin of her palm. He squeezed slightly and watched a bead of blood roll down the crease of her hand and drop to the ground. Taking advantage of his distraction, Maddy wrenched her hand out of his and backed up towards the door.

"There's a bar further down the road," there wasn't but she wanted him gone. "You might find your friends there."

He stared at her, his mouth drooping open slightly. He slammed it shut with a clack of his teeth, then licked his lips before he spoke.

"I never got your name."

"Mia."

"See you later, Mia. Thank you very much," he gave a short bow and turned away from her, stalking out of the parking lot and round the corner to the bar she knew didn't exist.

Once he was gone, she let out a breath, leaning her forehead against the wall.

Well that wasn't weird at all.

"Maddy?"

She spun, pressing her back close to the wall, heart beating wildly.

"Hey, it's me," Rachel held up her hands. "You called about Keith?"

Maddy managed to plaster a smile on her face.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Come on in."

"You okay?" Rachel asked as the younger girl held open the door for her. "Look a little spooked."

"Just a migraine. There he is," Maddy pointed Keith out and just like that, Rachel's attention was completely honed in on her brother as she and Finn helped him to the car.

Maddy took another moment to compose herself before walking over to Dean and Sam.

She picked up their plates, resting them on her sleeve-covered right hand and ignoring the sting. She opened her mouth to tell them about the man looking for them but something made her stop. She didn't want him coming back if they were indeed friends. Instead, she gave them a smile and headed to the kitchen with the plates. She got halfway before her conscience got the better of her and she turned back to them.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, frowning a little at her strange behaviour.

"Yeah. Actually, I just met someone who seemed to be looking for you. Described you perfectly. I just - "

Both were immediately out of their seats, their faces serious.

"Tall? Black hair? Pale?"

"Green scarf?"

"Yeah, all that," Maddy folded her arms. "You could tell your friend to be a little less creepy when he's staring at a girl alone in a parking lot at night."

"Did he touch you?" Dean demanded.

"What?"

"Did he hurt you? Bite you?"

"Bite me? No, of course not. What are you talking about?" she looked to Sam to see if she could get any more sense from him but he was looking at her sleeve. Blood was beginning to seep through the material.

"Dean," Sam said.

Dean followed his gaze. He was furious now. He seized her hand, making her hold back a yelp as he turned her palm over to get a look.

"Did he do this?"

"No, it was glass. He just startled me. Listen, it'll be fine with some steri-strips," she tried to wrench her hand away but again, failed.

"Was he bleeding?"

"No. Now let go," she said forcefully.

"Are you positive it was the glass?"

"One hundred percent."

"This is important."

"For God's sake, I'm not lying! And what does it matter? Got rabies or something, has he?"

"Something like that," Dean muttered, letting go of her.

Maddy clutched her arm to her chest, putting a few more steps' distance between them.

"What did you tell him about us?" Sam asked urgently.

"I said I hadn't seen you and sent him to a non-existent bar at the other side of town. Sorry."

"No. Thank you."

"You've probably just saved your life," Dean added.

"Dean!" Sam chasisted.

"Okay, whatever this is," Maddy said, backing further away from them. "I don't want anything to do with it. Just let me close up and go."

"Maddy," Sam said, following her.

"Please don't," she said quietly, motioning with her head to the few remaining at the bar. "I don't want to cause a scene. Just leave me alone."

Sam watched helplessly as she ushered out the locals, offering to call cabs for any who needed it. Only the big guy, Keith remained, and he left with Finn as Maddy promised she'd lock up.

"Sam, we have to go. They know we're here," Dean said.

"He knows the scent of her blood now. He knows it well, Dean, did you not see how red her wrist was. He held it up to his face and she could be lying about him having a taste, or vice versa."

"What do you want me to do? Kidnap her?" Dean hissed.

"I'd rather do that than have to gank her by the end of the night," Sam hissed back.

They fell silent as Maddy flipped the lights off in the kitchen and closed the door, pulling on an orange knitted hat and coat. She paused at seeing them alone in the bar. Her eyes darted to the door and Sam knew what she was thinking.

"We're not gonna hurt you," he said. "Promise."

She gave him a 'seriously?' look.

"Murderers don't usually give a disclaimer, brainiac."

She was talking big but he heard the tremor in her voice. She was barely eighteen alone in a bar with two strangers - with at least a foot on her - talking about her saving her life . Of course she was scared.

Sam grimaced at Dean. Did they tell her? If they did, would she freak out and jeopardise all three of them? How could they convince her to get to safety without her knowing the threat? Would she even be capable of keeping herself safe? They knew nothing about the girl.

"Listen," Dean began. "Kid - "

"I'm not - "

Sam blinked as the lights suddenly shut off. He wheeled towards the doors, fixing his gaze on them.

"Crap," Dean muttered.

"What's happening?" Maddy whispered. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Maddy, I swear to you this isn't us," Dean said. "You need to do everything we say if you wanna survive, okay?"

"Survive?" Maddy repeated, eyes wide.

"Yeah," Dean snapped. "You got your head straight yet?"

"No," she clenched her jaw, shook her head slightly and looked back up. Sam glanced back and still saw the fear in her eyes but her expression was otherwise impassive. "Yes."

"Go behind the bar, tuck yourself as out of sight as possible," Sam told her.

"It doesn't matter, they'll be able to smell her blood," Dean said.

"My blood?" Maddy asked. "They can smell my blood? What the fuck?! Who are these people?"

"They're not people," Dean said through gritted teeth. "Just do as Sam says."

Maddy was quiet for a moment.

"Okay."

Silently, she climbed over the bar and squirrelled herself away underneath the pumps.

"You good, Maddy?" Sam asked as he twitched the curtain aside and scanned the parking lot.

"Yes."

"Good, now has this place got a back door?"

"Yeah, I locked it."

"Where?"

"Through the kitchen."

Sam helped his brother drag a table over to the kitchen doors, wedging it under the handle.

"Least it's not a swing door," Maddy said, watching them. Her voice was faint. "Always complained about that."

Sam sent her a smile. Dean was completely serious.

"That isn't going to hold," he grumbled, biting his lip.

"It isn't supposed to. It's just to buy us some time," Sam consoled.

Dean kept shooting nervous looks at Maddy, who was getting paler by the second. Her chances of getting out of this were extremely slim. Hell, the odds were stacked against them, never mind her.

"Maddy, you listening?"

"I'm not in shock," she said.

"Yet," he added silently. "Good. Listen, some shit's gonna go down. If something happens to us and you can get out, just round the outside of the parking lot, there's a Chevy Impala. There's a compartment in the trunk with weapons if you need them. If you can, just," he fought down the urge to retch. "Just… drive her, okay? Get out of here."

He took the keys from his pocket, kissed them, and threw to her behind the bar. She caught them and stashed them in her pocket.

There was a bang outside in the parking lot. It sounded like the dumpster turning over. A small whoop came through the window, punctuated by a yell.

"These things aren't human, okay, Maddy?" Sam said. "You still with us?"

"Yes," she said stiffly. "So what are they?"

"Vampires. Don't laugh, don't question it, just believe it, okay? Just for an hour, just tonight," Dean said roughly. "Don't take a chance with your life. You got a whole lot of it ahead of you, understand?

"Y-yes," she repeated, her voice cracking. "How do you…?"

"Take the head off."

"Shit."

"Don't worry, if this goes right, you won't have to," Sam said.

Maddy was about to reply when there was another bang against the door.

"Just stay down," he continued.

He adjusted his grip on his knife.

"Everything's gonna be fine."

A succession of raps on the door sounded like machine gun fire.

"C'mon boys! You've got dinner in there!" the voice of the man from the parking lot hollered. "It's not nice to snatch!"

Maddy looked down at her hand. It had stopped bleeding, the blood now darkened and drying on her skin.

Am I dying tonight? She wondered with alarming idleness.

Was this the shock starting to set in?

"Can't you see we're closed, asshole!" Dean yelled back.

She heard a cackling laugh and a quiet mumble, then silence.

Silence.

Then chaos.

The door slammed open into the wall, letting in a cacophony of screaming, snarling, and grunts of pain. Maddy curled in on herself, pressing her hands over her ears and tucking her feet under her thighs. The sound dampened, as it had all those years ago, until all she could feel and hear was the sound of her own breathing. The image of her lungs expanding, her diaphragm lowering to drag in more air, then squeezing it back out.

Little bursts of light flickered in the darkness of her closed eyes. Stars. Tiny and puncturing. Bundles of raw, calming power.

Her seven year old fingers brushed against roof tiling, a breeze flitting across her face.

Then a voice.

Hi, apple pie…

Her head jerked up, colliding with the bar counter. She was going into herself and she couldn't afford to.

The sound came rushing back just in time for a glass to smash against the wall above her. The shards rained down on her hair. She brushed them away, but kept hold of one especially large chunk.

There was a pained yell that she knew belonged to -

"Dean!" Sam yelled. "HEY! Get away from him!"

Maddy peeked over the counter, sucking in a breath when she saw the state of the bar. There were two motionless strangers on the floor. Sam was grappling with another two and two were holding down a struggling Dean. He was putting up a hell of a fight but the other one was stronger. The vampire. He was going for Dean's mouth, his hand covered in blood.

They were real.

"Fuck," Maddy breathed.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, cut off by a punch in the gut. He doubled over, gasping, "Dean, fight."

Maddy's eyes shot to the kitchen door. It was open, the table upturned as Dean had predicted. Before she knew what she was doing, her legs propelled towards the kitchen, like a coiled spring. She dived through the doorway, cringing as she heard one of them shout -

"Hey! There's the other one!"

"Maddy!" Sam yelled, voice hoarse. "Run!"

She had just gotten to the other side of the kitchen when she heard the door shut behind her. She turned. A figure she didn't recognise stood in front of the door, grinning at her.

"You'll do nicely," she said, walking towards Maddy.

Maddy pressed herself against the back door, feeling for the lock.

"You think you'll have time to do what you're thinking? You think you can run that fast? Hmm?" the woman taunted. "You've got some things to learn, lovely."

She was right. There was no way she could get away without a distraction.

Inching to the counter she had prepared Sam's salad on, Maddy slipped the shard of glass from her pocket.

"Where you going?" the vampire asked. "You smell amazing. I could track you all the way China, little one. Give it up."

Maddy's left hand curled around her prize from the chopping board, keeping it close to her back.

"Fine," she breathed, allowing herself to go still.

The vamp cocked her head at her, then smiled.

"That's better."

Waiting for her to come so close to her face was agonising. She waited. Waited. The vamp was taking her time. Finally, they were almost nose to nose.

"Good g - "

Maddy lashed out with the shard of glass, aiming for the woman's abdomen. She quickly deflected it, sending it spinning across the tiles.

"That was - "

The knife Maddy had taken from the counter, embedded itself into the vamp's neck before she could finish her sentence. Blood spurted from the wound as Maddy yanked it out and lashed out again, this time on the other side. The woman fell to her knees, clutching her throat.

Knowing it wouldn't kill her, Maddy burst from the kitchen door, tearing across the parking lot. She crossed faster than she ever thought possible, her shoes kicking up gravel and glass as she skidded to a stop around the corner. A Chevy Impala sat at the roadside.

"Yes," Maddy whispered, wasting no time popping the trunk with the keys in her pocket.

She lifted up the trunk, frowning to find it empty.

"Seriously?"

With a shaking hand, she patted down the dark corners, wondering if she would find a pocket knife buried away. That was when she realised how shallow it was. With the size of the backend of the car, the trunk should have been at least a few inches deeper.

Tucking her fingers down the side of the upholstery, Maddy hoisted it up. Her jaw went slack. Inside was a secret compartment, filled with a terrifying arsenal of weapons. For a moment, she just stared before a shattering of glass from the bar split the air and reminded her why she was there.

She grabbed two machetes - ignoring her impulse to scream 'I'm holding a freaking machete!' - and sprinted back to the bar.

She reached the gaping hole where the front door used to be and peered round the corner.

Dean looked like he was about to get the upper hand in his fight, but now Sam was on the floor too. Sam's eye was bruised but neither looked they were bleeding.

Oh this is stupid. This is a whole new species of stupid, a voice inside her head said.

Maddy did what she did best, and ignored it.

Maddy placed one of the machete blades into the cut on her palm, opening it back up and widening to her wrist. Not a second later, blood began to bubble freely from it again. She fought the urge to cry out, adrenaline and the cold helping to take the edge off somewhat.

"Hey!" she yelled, stepping into the room.

The three remaining vampires snapped their attention to her. Then their eyes dropped to the blood dripping from her hand. Green-scarf was the most enraptured.

"Maddy, go!" Dean barked.

"Come on," Maddy said shakily, balling her hand into a fist and drawing out more blood. It fell into the creases of her skin and knuckles. "I smell good, don't I? I'm pescatarian so not very meaty, but I do drink more red wine than I should…"

As she expected, Green-scarf let Dean drop to the ground and darted for her. As soon as he moved, Maddy stooped to pick up the machete she had propped against the outside wall and threw it to Dean.

"Dean!"

He caught it, surging forward and slicing Green-scarf the second before he could touch her. His eyes seem to waver on hers before his head dropped and rolled forwards, his body not far behind.

Dean wasted no time turning on the two wrestling with Sam. Maddy broke out of her shock enough to pass Sam the other machete. As soon as it left her hand, she turned and leant her forehead against the wall, closing her eyes.

She wished she hadn't heard the squelching noises or the thump of the bodies dropping to the ground. Someone stomped into the kitchen to finish the wounded one.

Soon it was quiet.

"You okay?" Dean asked Sam.

"I'm good. You?"

"Fine. Hey, Maddy?"

She went to speak but her voice failed her so she just gave a nod of acknowledgment. Her hands were shaking so badly that blood was dripping in splotches across the floor.

"You did well, kid," Dean said, walking over to her. "You okay?"

She nodded silently, not yet letting go of the wall.

"I know you're scared but we gotta move and we can't leave you here," he said. "Gotta get your game face back on, okay? There are more of these sons of bitches and we're at the top of their hit list."

Maddy took three more calming breaths before turning round and facing them.

"Okay, I'm okay," she said rather unconvincingly but she wasn't in total shock meltdown, so Dean ran with it. "Where are you gonna go?"

"I…" Dean cast a look at Sam.

Where could they go? They couldn't put more people in danger, but they needed a place to crash, recuperate, and plan.

"You wouldn't happen to know anywhere secluded around here, would you?" Sam asked, reading his brother's mind. "Out of the way, abandoned maybe?"

Maddy thought.

"There's my house," she said. "It's a converted farmhouse. We have no one around for three miles."

"What about your parents?"

"They're in New York, working. Brother's away at college."

"For how long?" Dean asked.

"My parents won't get back for another three weeks or so. Brother not until the summer."

Sam chewed his lip, raising his eyebrows at Dean.

"We don't want to put you in any more danger than we already have," he said. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. You guys just saved my life."

"I'd say you did quite a chunk of the saving," Sam said with a grin.

"Yeah well, without you I wouldn't have gotten out of the kitchen."

"How's that?"

"You ordered the salad. If you hadn't, the knife wouldn't have been out and I would have been vampire fodder," she said with a light laugh.

Dean flinched a little at the laugh.

She was going to freak soon.

"You still got the car keys?" Dean asked.

She fished in her pocket and nodded.

"Okay, go sit in there. We'll sort these out."

"Yeah," she managed a smile. "If you could put something in the Maddy Tip Jar, that would be appreciated. You know, for the, uh, quick machete delivery."

Sam and Dean smiled, the former chuckling a little.

"I'll find something."


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