A/N: HELLO MY PEOPLE.

School is starting. Which means hell.

Yay.

Chapter 2: Aneurysms

"Jesus, Dean. You drive like freaking Hitler! Ease up a little," Madeline cried from the backseat of the Impala.

"Do you wanna get to Iowa before tomorrow or not, squirt?" Dean retorted.

"I'm gonna throw up."

"Whoa whoa whoa, you are NOT throwing up in my baby after you already broke into her to sneak out MY weapons to hunt down a demon."

"Hey, I killed the damn thing. We've been over this."

"Dean, just pull over and give Madeline a break," Sam said.

With a heavy sigh, Dean reluctantly pulled over on the side of the empty road.

"Oh, thank God," Madeline exclaimed as she climbed out of the Impala to get some air.

"Sam, I still don't know about this kid," Dean said.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"I mean I don't trust her."

"Dean, she's practically a seventeen-year-old female version of you. In fact, that's exactly what she is."

"She and I are nothing alike, Sammy. Get that through your thick-ass skull!"

"Look, I don't know if I trust her either. But what's the harm in letting her come with us?"

"Hmm, lets see. Reckless, cocky, arrogant, sarcastic, the list goes on and on Sam."

"And you say you two are nothing alike," Sam said under his breath.

The back door of the car opened up and Madeline climbed back in.

"Okay, let's hit it," she said as she reached forward up to the front where she cranked up the volume.

Dean pushed her hand away. "Hey! No touchy nada."

"Oh, come on, Dean. Don't get your skirt in a twist." And she cranked up the radio where ACDC blared and she hummed along to the tune.

At that moment, Sam coughed out what seemed to sound like 'Same person' as they drove down the abandoned road.

Three hours later, both Madeline and Sam were sound asleep as Dean was driving around the outskirts of Des Moines.

Dean was starting to get more and more drowsy as he drove on the seemingly never ending road. He had been up for nearly two days straight and what little sleep he had managed to get had been restless and filled with nightmares.

He was about to wake up Sam to see if he would drive the rest of the way, when he suddenly lost control of the car. He swerved to the opposite side of the road and heard a loud pop underneath the car.

"Dammit," he muttered as he struggled to regain control of the car. Both Madeline and Sam sat straight up, regaining consciousness and Madeline muttered obscenities under her breath as the Impala tossed around its passengers.

The car abruptly halted. The engine had stopped, leaving them about twenty feet off the side of the road in the middle of a field.

The radio clicked on, softly playing a random country song. The signal was so fuzzy, that no one could make out any of the words.

"Great. Some random son of a bitch strands us in the middle of freaking Iowa and can't even pick some decent music for us. Come on!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam heard a click from behind him and looked back to see that Madeline had pulled her handgun from her jacket and had cocked it, clearly unafraid to shoot.

"Madeline, what are you doing?" Sam asked.

"Something's out there," she said in a soft, yet unafraid voice.

"Calm down. We only popped a tire," Sam said reassuringly.

"No, Sammy. She's right. Definitely something out there," Dean said, drawing the demon-killing knife from his belt.

The three siblings stepped out of the Impala. Sam popped the trunk and grabbed a rifle from the trunk before shutting it.

"You seriously think a rifle is gonna hurt that demon?" Madeline asked with a tinge of doubt.

"Bullets are filled with rock salt," said Sam.

"And what makes you think it's a demon?" Dean asked.

"What makes you think it's not?" Madeline retorted. "Gut feeling," she said.

"Is your gut usually right?" Sam asked.

"No. It's always right," Madeline said back.

Sam scoffed and looked at Dean where he merely shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the road they had been thrown off of.

The three hunters though, did not get too far once they stepped onto the narrow road.

Madeline's handgun and Sam's rifle both flew out of their grasp and flew across the eerily quiet road. The youngest hunter made the impulsive decision to run after them, seeing as the gun was needed and her only other weapon on her was a small dagger.

As soon as she took one long stride though, Madeline suddenly dropped to the hard pavement on her back, her head slamming onto the ground hard. Sam and Dean moved to run to her aide but found that they were frozen in their own footsteps.

"Madeline!" Dean shouted. Fortunately, she hadn't been knocked unconscious. But her forehead had started bleeding heavily. She looked in the brothers direction with wide, green eyes that were screaming for help.

A female figure stepped out into the darkening twilight hour. The demon revealed her pitch black eyes that his under her vessel's thick dark hair.

"Well, well, well. Who knew there was a third Winchester? See you boys have finally met your precious little sister. And look how pretty she is, little Madeline," the demon said as she knelt down and drew a finger through the blood that flowed down her forehead. In response, Madeline spat in the demon's face.

"My, oh my. You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"Then you should see me with a gun to your head, bitch," Madeline spat. In response, the demon slapped her hard across the face.

"Don't you touch her," Sam said with poison in his voice.

"Or what, Sam?" The demon said sweetly.

"I swear to god, if you hurt her, I will rip you apart limb by limb and feed you to the buzzards."

"Oh really?" Sam and Dean both struggled to break free of the demons hold, but neither of them could budge an inch.

"Ah ah ah," the demon said in a sing-song voice.

"Boys?" She called. Sure enough, two tall, male figures stepped out behind Sam and Dean. One of them was much taller though and more muscular while the other was rather chubby.

"You see, Sam and Dean. Your sister is very important to us. I mean, one of the best hunters out there at seventeen years old? That's impressive. AND she's a Winchester? We've certainly hit the jackpot."

"Bite me," Madeline spat at the demon. The demon glared back through her pitch black eyes and thrust out a hand towards her and made a motion with it. Madeline suddenly shut her eyes. Her face took on a pained expression. The brothers could tell that she was trying not to scream. The demon flicked her wrist and Madeline arched her back and let out a horrifying scream. The brothers shouted her name and struggled to move. They were frozen solid in their tracks. Sam started to chant an exorcism at the female demon but barely got two words in before his vocal chords were cut off.

The demon girl walked towards the brothers. Madeline had stopped screaming and was still laying on the ground, panting. Her eyes were still tightly shut. Clearly, this demons mojo had taken a strong effect on the girl.

"I'm not letting you send me back to hell. See, what I'm gonna do, is torture your precious little sister right in front of you. And you're gonna watch. Not able to do a damn thing," the demon spat at them.

"Why," Dean hissed at her. "She has nothing to do with anything."

"That's where you're wrong. Your sister has everything to do with you." The demon said. "You care about her more than you think. And you haven't even known her more than a day." The demon strode back over to Madeline, whose eyes were softly flittering, struggling to keep them open. The demon pulled out the small knife that Madeline had hidden in her boot.

"Such a pretty knife for such a pretty girl," the demon said before raising up the small knife and driving in into her thigh. Madeline let out a yell and started shouting foul words at the demon.

"Oh, shut up, you little bitch," the foul creature said. She then cut a long gash along Madeline's cheek and said "Sorry about that face honey." Before wrapping both hands around her throat. Sam and Dean were both shouting in the background at the demon. Madeline was scrambling at the demon girls hands and kicking her legs in protest. The demon only squeezed harder. Soon enough, Madeline quit struggling and her eyes started to flutter shut.

The two brothers started to lose hope in their own sisters' survival when a figure that appeared to be wearing a trench coat appeared.

Castiel.

The demon had a confused look on her face only for an instant before the angel jumped on top of the black eyed creature and pressed his hand to her forehead. In an instant, she was filled with burning heavenly fire and was killed instantly.

Sam and Dean broke free of the bonds that held them so firmly in their place. Dean turned around quickly and stabbed the taller, more muscular demon through the chest with the knife while Sam took on the chubbier demon until he heard a gun fire and saw a bullet lodged in the demons throat. The creature dropped to the ground where Dean stabbed it through the heart, ensuring its death.

Sam and Dean turned to see where the gun shot had come from. Such precision despite the fact that Sam was almost directly in front of the guy was that of a pro's. Sam and Dean spun around to see Madeline kneeling on all fours with her gun in her steady hand. She had a solid look on her face despite all the blood that was running down either side of it. She suddenly dropped the gun and started coughing and gasping for air.

Sam and Dean quickly ran to her side. They helped her to sit up again. Sam brushed her long dark hair that was sticking to her face to get a better look at her wounds. The cut the demon had made on her cheek hadn't been too bad and neither had the scrape from her head hitting the pavement. Yet, bruises were already beginning to form around her long neck. But, the stab wound on her leg would definitely need looking at.

"You're okay?" Dean said as more of a statement than a question.

"Calm down. It's not like someone's never tried to strangle me before," Madeline said in a raspy voice.

"Yeah, she's okay," Dean said with a chuckle.

"Cas," Dean said. "Buddy, are you alright?"

"I am perfectly fine, thank you," Cas replied.

"Jesus, Madeline. The hell did that demon bitch do to you?" Dean asked while helping Cas stand up.

"I dunno. Felt like a freaking aneurism everywhere inside me. I've never seen any kind of mojo like that."

"Wait...Madeline? You're Madeline?" Cas said with a surprised look.

"The one and only," she said before heaving over and coughing and gasping again. "Why? And who are you?"

"I am Castiel."

"Yeah yeah, I know, he's an angel of The Lord yada yada anyways...Cas...you knew we had a sister?" Dean asked.

"Of course. I didn't predict that you would meet her so soon though," the angel said.

"You knew we had a sister and you didn't tell us about it?" Sam said, raised his voice.

"I did not think it was of importance to you. Clearly I was right." Dean moved closer to Castiel and looked him intensely in the eyes.

"What gives you the right to think what's important to us and what isn't. This is our sister. Sure, we're not thrilled about it but it doesn't give you the right to keep it from us just cause you don't think it's important to me!"

"I was also wrong. I did not think she was significant in any way-"

"Hey!" Madeline said.

"But she is. She is more important than you think, Dean. I did not intend on keeping this from you forever," Cas finished.

"Yeah, I don't wanna interrupt whatever kind of bromance is going on here but I'm kind of bleeding out right now," Madeline interrupted.

"Okay, so we'll fix you up," Dean said nonchalantly.

"No offense...actually, offense intended. But I don't think that even you guys could patch up a stab wound. And frankly, I don't want you to."

"We have a flat. Even Dean can't fix that up in time to get you to a hospital," Sam said.

The three siblings looked at each other, unsure of their next move.

"Cas?" Dean asked. "Could you get her to a hospital?"

"Of course I can," said Cas. Sam carefully helped Madeline to stand up. Even when she was upright and leaning on Sam, she was still hobbling on one leg. Sam passed her off to Cas where she slung one arm over his shoulder where he held onto her hand over his shoulder and supported her with a hand holding onto her waist. He turned to Sam and Dean.

"Saint David's Hospital. Down town Des Moines. Meet us there." And with that, the angel and Madeline disappeared.

Hope this chapter was sufficient =) Not sure if I'm going to continue it though. What do you guys think? I really would love to hear your words of wisdom =)

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