"Well that was a total bust," Madisen commented, as she and Hudson walked out of the station.
"Well, we tried," Hudson replied.
"True. But I feel like we missed something," she said, starting to walk towards her truck.
Hudson shrugged, "Maybe."
"Hey you need a ride?" She asked, as she climbed in. She had just remembered that his partner had the Impala. She thought that Hudson may not want to walk so far to the hotel. The nearest one is ten minutes away. By car.
"Uh sure. Thanks," Hudson said, as he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Where you staying?" She asked.
"The same hotel you are staying at," came his reply.
No wonder they found her. But how did they know her hotel number? The clerk at the front desk. Her thoughts went in many directions as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. She turned off the engine and got out as Hudson did. The two bid each other goodbye and went into their seperate rooms.
Madisen sat on her bed and looked at the clock, 6:14 PM it read. She and Agent Hudson had been in the morgue for almost two and a half hours and found nothing. Yeah, that surely brings up spirits. Sighing, she got up and went to the bathroom. She took a shower to wash off the feeling of the dead people. The feeling was always there after she examined bodies. Madisen got out and did all the rest of the necessities.
Walking into the living room she noticed that it was almost eight. She layed down onto the bed and pulled the covers over herself. The conversation she had had with Agent Hudson earlier came back to her. Which also brought back her questions. How did they find out her hotel room? How did they know what she drove? How were they able to identify it as hers? She was sure there were many trucks like hers. And what were the odds that the only other two agents in town would stay at the same hotel as her? Did they even know it was a fake badge?
All of these questions buzzed around in her mind. But two questions stuck out that she couldn't get rid of: 'Were they hunters?' and 'Did they know what I am?' Madisen suddenly felt worried, as she had not encountered a hunter in a long time. The last time she did was when a man name John found her, and almost killed her. Obviously she got away but she was left with a scar where John had cut her. She never saw him again and she was immensely happy because of it.
She felt the scar on her arm and traced it from her elbow to her shoulder. It was the one that the hunter gave her. One hell of a reminder huh? She pulled the covers closer around her at the thought of those agents and their friend being hunters. She closed her eyes and tried to get as much sleep as she could with these new thoughts plaguing her mind.
Madisen woke up the next morning with a headache. She shook her head and walked to the bathroom. Today was when she was supposed to the Sunset Fields Retirement home. All of the places where the "Black Hole" robbed, each place had something that belonged to someone at the retirement home, or their children did. So there has to be some type of thing living in that place.
She exited the bathroom and dressed herself in a black suit with black high heels. High heels weren't her favorite type of shoe, in fact she hated them with a passion, but she had a job to do and she was going to see it through. Grabbing her keys she headed out and to the retirement home. Just as she got there she noticed a black Impala pull in next to her. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. What were they doing here? Surely they wouldn't of have picked up on all of this so quickly.
"What are you doing here agents?" Madisen questioned.
"Same as you," replied Skully.
"Right well, you guys can can leave. I've got it from here," she said.
"You can leave," said a voice.
Madisen whipped her head around and saw the man who his friends referred to him as Cas. "Why's that?" She asked.
"We can handle it from here."
"Alright fine. But when you find nothing tell me and I'll do the job right."
Agents Hudson and Skully watched the angel and skinwalker with slight nervousness. She sensed something about this person, Cas. Something was different about him. And he knew the same about her, but it wasn't a suspicion. Madisen took in a deep breath and caught the sent other than one of a human. Angel. The last time she had met one of those was when she bumped into a half angel woman. She worked at a diner as a waitress.
"We'll tell you everything we could find. You can come back later and see if you could find anything we missed," Agent Hudson said after a moment.
Madisen nodded, agreeing to the terms and got back into her truck as the two agents and new found angel went into the retirement home. If an angel was hanging out with two men then either they were really unperceptive, or they were hunters. She shivered at the thought of them being the latter.
What if they finally found her with the help of the angel? Did Cas tell them what she was and they came to kill her? All of these questions were starting to make her headache worse than it already was and her mind screamed at her to leave, leave and never return. Just turn tail and disappear again. Suddenly she saw both of the agents being escorted out of the home by security. What the hell did they do? They were only in there a few minutes! Both agents walked over to the Impala as Madisen got back out of the truck.
"Things didn't go as planned did they?" She snarked, a small smirk on her face.
"You could say that," Hudson replied.
"Hey where's your partner in the trenchcoat? He didn't come out with you."
"He decided to stay behind and see if he could find anything else."
"Do I get to go check things out or what?"
"I guess."
She nodded at the agents. She still wasn't sure if they were hunters or not and she needed to make sure. The two nodded back at Madisen and drove off. She entered the retirement home and saw the angel observing an orange fluffy cat on the table.
"Why did you decide to stay even after your FBI friends left?" She questioned, as she walked up to him.
The angel turned to the woman, "I wanted to see if there was anything we missed." She nodded and stood there quietly. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"The better question is," she said, "what is an angel doing with two FBI agents?"
"What is a skinwalker doing in a city like this?"
"I find that term racist, and I'm sure you said that wrong."
"Said what wrong?"
"Don't you ever watch movies?"
Cas started to say something but stopped as an elderly went past the two. "I am helping two hunters on a case," he admitted.
"I was already on this case angel," she hissed. "Did they come here to kill me?"
"No."
"Who are these hunters?"
The angel stood there for a moment then answered, "All I can tell you is that their names are Sam and Dean."
"Sam and Dean? Why is that familiar? Sam and Dean who?" She demanded.
"That is all I can tell you," the angel said, before he put two fingers on her forehead and suddenly she was back in her hotel room.
"Damn angels," she muttered. Sam and Dean. Time for her to call up some old friends.
Madisen ended up walking back to the retirement home to pick up her car, and then proceeded to drive back to the hotel. Cursing the angel to Hell and back on the way as well. As soon as she turned the ignition off she bolted through the door of her hotel room. She hurriedly picked up the phone, dialing a number she hadn't used since the last hunter.
"Jarett, I need your help," she said after a moment.
"No," a male voice replied.
"You don't even know what I was going to ask."
"It doesn't matter. The last time I helped you, I was almost killed."
She sighed, "Look. Help me this once and I'll leave you alone."
"You said that last time too."
"And it's been almost fifteen years since hasn't it?"
There was a pause and a sigh from her so called 'friend'. "Fine where are you?"
"Oklahoma City."
"I'm a few hours out. I'll be there by four."
"Meet me at the park."
"Will do." Jarett hung up on her and she looked at the clock, 12:53.
Three hours later Madisen was sitting on a park bench waiting to see if her friend would even show up. She brought an extra pack of clothes just in case. She was about to get up and leave when she saw a grey husky came up to her.
"Jarett," she said.
The dog only blinked and took the extra clothes in his mouth, going into a bathroom. Jarett came out again fully clothed. He was fair skinned, had brown hair and grey eyes. He was about 5'8.
"Jarett," she repeated.
"Hello Madisen. Long time no see," Jarett said. "Why did you call me here?"
"I found an angel this morning."
"What's an angel doing in Oklahoma?"
"He said he was helping two hunters on a case."
"I see. So why am I here?"
"You are the one who knows everything, you've been around the longest. And I've been flying below the hunter radar so I can't exactly get much information from the others." The wind blew in the air, causing a chill. Despite it being midday.
"Do you know their names?" Jarett asked, looking around.
"Well, as far as I could tell the angels name was Cas. He called the hunters Sam and Dean. Mean anything to you?" Madisen asked.
"Sam and Dean? The Winchester boys?"
"Winchester? As in the boys who started the apocalypse a while ago?" She asked in disbelief.
"That's them."
"What about the angel, Cas?"
"His full name is Castiel and he's somewhat of an ex-angel."
She nodded taking it all in. Of course she had heard of the Winchesters, only because of their father John. Well, she only knew of them from their father up until the avoided apocalypse. Suddenly another wave of pain went through her head and she clutched it.
Jarett looked at Madisen worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"Headache," she moaned.
"How long has it been since you last shifted?"
"About a year."
"Madisen, you need to shift soon." Jarett put a hand on she shoulder. "You know what will happen if you don't." She nodded. Of course she knew. "My advice to you, get out of here while you still can," Jarett said. "These hunters will find you."
With that he left, shifting back into his dog form as he went. Making sure no one was looking before jumping into the woods. Madisen sighed and went back to her truck and to the hotel. As she pulled in she noticed Hudson and Skully, Sam and Dean, shifting things around the the Impalas trunk. She knew it wasn't wise to walk up to them, considering what she she and her history with their father. But she need to talk to them and get the case over with. Then possibly disappear. Forever. She shut off the truck and went over to them.
"You'd think you'd know a hunter when you see one," she commented, leaning on the side of the Impala. Her voice must've scared them because Sam jumped slightly and Dean banged his head on the trunk. They looked at her surprised while she simply raised an eyebrow.
"You're a hunter?" Dean asked.
"More or less," she answered.
"Yeah and what's your name?" He asked.
"Madisen Hawkins."
"Nice to meet you Madisen. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," Sam introduced.
"I know who you guys are. It's kind of hard not to considering your reputation," came her reply. So it's not like she lied. She did know of them, she just didn't know much about them.
Sam laughed, "Yeah well, got anything new on the case? Maybe we could work together."
"Sure. But I don't trust your angel buddy." She looked around, just noticing his absence. "By the way where is he?"
"He said he had something to take care of," said Dean. "Anyway, what'd you find?"
"Not much after you left. All I know is that some phychic is using cartoon rules to get money."
"We got about that much and a name before we were escorted out."
"Why were you escorted out?"
"Because Cas asked if we needed to kill the man to stop him. The supervisor just so happened to be standing near." She was about to say something when Sam's phone rang. He talked to someone on the other line then hung up and looked at Dean and Madisen. "Cas needs us to get over to the retirement home," Sam said.
"Alright let's go," she said, walking back to her truck. Of which she had just realised she had left on instead of turning it off like she thought she had.
Dean walked over to Madisen, "Woah, woah, woah. Who said you're going?"
"I did," she smirked. "Besides, I wasn't the one escorted out by security. And I was here first so it's my case."
"Yeah, fine. But we're going in whether you or they, like it or not."
Soon enough they snuck into the Retirement home. Madisen actually walked in the front door while the hunters had to find another way in. She knew she shouldn't be with them, but she believed in second chances. Even if she might die because of it.
As she rounded a corner something caught her eye. Walking closer she realised it was cake. Everywhere, there was cake. A nurse was helping an old lady get cake off of her face and hair. And well, let's just say her hair might be pink for a while. But cake? What the hell?
Castiel looked to the three entering the room, "Oh. You got my message. Good." The angel only ignored Madisen, her being a skinwalker.
"What the hell happened?" asked Dean.
Castiel glanced around. "There was a pastry mishap."
"Yeah. Okay, and?" She said.
"And the frosting reached near-supersonic speeds. I thought -"
"Hey," Sam rushed over to us.
Dean replied, "Hey."
"Fred's gone," the hunter breathed.
"What?" Castiel and Madisen had both said it.
"Oh, fan-freaking-tastic," Dean barked. He turned to the blue eyed angel. "Way to take your eye off the ball."
Madisen rolled her eyes. This hunter had a reputation for these comments like this. Even she with her underground-ness knew this. The carer who was cleaning an old ladies hair, pushed said old lady in a wheelchair towards the group. A breathing mask placed over the lady's face. The carer stopped next to them.
"You're not supposed to be here," the carer said.
"Well, trust me, sweetheart, you got bigger fish," Dean said. He continued to look around.
Removing her breathing mask, the old woman said, "Charles, she's wearing my diamonds." Was she talking to Castiel?
The carer tried to push past, but Castiel stopped her. "Wait."
"What? What's wrong?" the carer asked.
Castiel held up the carer's wrist. "This is Mrs. Tate's bracelet." Mrs. Tate smiled in victory. "Where did you get it?"
Dean looked from the diamonds to the woman, "Answer the question."
"My boyfriend gave it to me," the carer said, clearly confused.
Sam and Dean entered the flat first and looked around with flashlights. Castiel was behind them, and Madisen behind him. She didn't need a flashlight because she could see in the dim lighting. Plus she didn't bring one. Nor did she have one.
"Hey," Dean called, picking up a piece of paper. "Bearer bonds. Maybe these belonged to Sheila Tate."
"So this man is our thief," Castiel said, still looking around.
"Well it looks like it," Madisen agreed. The place was a dirty. Not counting the lamp on the bed and the papers around. But something felt off.
Sam looked at her, "Yeah." He saw someone lying on the floor behind an upturned table, and pointed his gun drawing Madisen's attention. "Dean."
The person on the floor was the Orderly she had met earlier. He had blood on his face and was holding his hands over a stomach wound. Dean turned on the light and the man on the floor lifted his head. Madisen moved the table away and the person coughed.
Dean looked to the angel, "Cas?"
Castiel crouched down next to the wounded Orderly. The man went to move away. "Stay still. Move your hands," Castiel said.
Castiel held a hand out over the man's stomach, and a white light emanated from his hand. He pressed on Orderly's stomach and the man gasped and squirmed in pain. Castiel stood up and the once wounded man lifted his shirt. Blood remained on his hands and stomach, but his wound was healed.
"How did you..." The man trails off.
"Guy eats his Wheaties," Dean bent down to the man. "Sam, come on."
"What did you..." the Orderly said again.
"Get up." Dean and Sam lifted the guy and pushed him into a chair. "Come on, sit down."
"Wait a second! What did you just do to me?" The man was frightened but it was understandable.
Madisen rolled her eyes and stepped forward, snapping her fingers in his face. "Hey, hey, hey! Listen to me. Where is Fred Jones?"
The Orderly's gaze snapped to hers. "I - he - he took him."
"Who?" Dean asked.
"Dr. Mahoney. That guy's evil, man, okay? He's using Mr. Jones."
This time Sam stepped in. "How?"
"Look, all Fred does is watch cartoons, but he is magic, okay?" The man explained. "A few weeks ago, I - I slammed my foot in his door. I smashed it flat - and I mean flat. And then when I shook the thing, it popped back up, like something out of a cartoon or whatever."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know," Madisen replied. "Anything else?"
"So I told Dr. Mahoney, and then he started doing experiments. Just - we just wanted to see what he could do."
"What about the robberies?" asked Sam.
"Oh, Mahoney's been skimming off Sunset Fields for years. A lot of those folks - they got stuff stashed away, like, off the books. So Mahoney would track down the loot, and then we would take Fred for a drive."
"Right, and use his bubble of weird to rip people off. How did you end up gut-shot?" She asked.
"Mahoney - after - after he anviled that guard, he started freaking out, and then - then you showed up, and then the cake blew in the day room, and then he lost it," he explained quickly.
"What does that mean, 'he lost it'?"
"I mean he's on his way back to the bank right now for one last score. Doc's blowing town. I mean, he said that Fred was a loose end. He was gonna kill him. And then, I - I like Fred, so I said that if he hurt the guy, I'd go to the cops. And I didn't know that he had a gun."
Dean sighed, "Okay."
The hunters and ex-angel left soon afterwards. Madisen looked around and tossed the bloody man a rag. "Clean yourself up. And next time, when you see something like this, don't tell your boss!"
Now Madisen too was out the door and after the hunters. The rumbling of an Impala was heard driving off and she rushed down the stairs only to find them down the road. She bolted to her truck and got in. Realising only too late her keys were gone. Her hands slammed on the steering wheel.
"Son of a bitch!" She cursed loudly.
She got out of the Dodge and took off after the thief who had dared to take her truck keys. That damn Winchester would pay for this. Whichever one did it. Because she knew that revenge was a dish best served cold.