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We drove to a diner around five miles out of town so we could get food. I wasn't allowed to eat for a few days so I was starving. We sat down at a table and my brothers ordered food. I was eager to order something from the menu, but I had no money to pay with.
"What can I get you darling?" our waitress asked.
"Um, nothing for me thanks," the older waitress gazed at me, then my brothers, and walked away. I played with my silverware, trying not to meet their eyes.
"Madison, aren't you hungry?" Dean asked.
I kept my head down and slowly nodded no, but my stomach growling was a sure give away.
"I don't got any money," I admitted, showing off a sad smile.
Sam reached over and grabbed my chin to pull my face to look at him. "First it's I don't have any money. Secondly, we're buying from here on out. Order whatever you want."
I looked from Dean to Sam, smiled a little and answered them, "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Sam said, flagging down our waitress and I ordered pancakes, bacon, and hash browns. We chatted about nothing, trying to find out more from each other until our food arrived. I was so excited about my food, but I had forgotten a drink.
"Excuse me miss. I'm sorry but I forgot to order a um, drink. Would you mind getting me a drink, maybe, please?"
The look she gave me was pure shock, and I instantly regretted asking. "I'm sorry! It's ok I don't need a drink! I can get one myself, if you just show me where."
The nice waitress just laughed, "Oh hunny, its ok! It's just not that many people are polite to me. Will milk do?" I nodded and dove into my food.
I could feel my brother's eyes on me as I scoffed down my food, but I didn't care. "Hey, slow down, you act like you haven't eaten for days!?" Sam laughed.
"I haven't," I said with my head down, shoving the delicious food into my mouth.
"WHAT?" Dean yelled and I jumped, nearly falling off my seat.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you! It's just the way those people treated you. I could kill them." I looked at him with curiosity. He didn't know me more than an hour and he was already protecting me. I liked it.
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it," I said with a sad smile.
"Doesn't your social worker know about how you're treated?" Sam asked, taking a bite of his pancakes.
"Kids fall through the cracks all the time, Sam. And I'm one of them."
The waitress brought me out a big, cold glass of milk. I took five big gulps before I put it down. As I set it on the table, it hit the edge of my plate and tipped over, milk flying everywhere. I quickly grabbed my napkin to hurry and clean it, afraid someone would be mad at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I tried to clean it up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. With the years of getting beat every time I did something wrong, I quickly flinched and dove onto the floor.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean it!" I yelled, covering my head with my arms. "I didn't mean it!" I felt someone move above me to reach for me and I crawled away. All I could think was run, faster, he'll get you. I stood up and ran from the table and ran outside. I could feel someone behind me. I tried to run faster but someone grabbed me from behind.
"No! I'm sorry, please don't hit me! Please!" I screamed as Dean grabbed my arm so I faced him. I began to fight him off when Dean yelled, "Maddie, it's ok! You're safe, we're not gonna hurt you."
I struggled against his strong hold, wrestling with my captor when I opened my eyes to see Dean and Sam standing there, completely startled, and not Mr. Johnson. Finally sobs overtook me and I let my brother pull me close. I collapsed in his arm and sobbed for what seemed like hours.
"You're safe Maddie. We're here. We'll protect you. Relax," Dean whispered, running his hands through my long, brown, wavy hair.
I felt Sam's arms encompass around me as well.
And for the first time in a long time I felt something other than pain and the cravings for drugs; Love.
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We sat there in the parking lot for a few minutes, until I realized what I did. I pushed my brothers off of me and stepped back guarded. "I'm sorry for over-reacting," I said, searching my pockets for my cigarettes, found one and lit it.
"It's ok, you've been through a lot," Sam said, taking a step forward. I stepped back, guarded, ashamed I let myself lose control.
"Listen this has been real nice but I don't even know if you are my brothers. Just drop me off at a bus station and you can forget all about this," I started to walk away when Dean and Sam stood in front of me, blocking my path.
"What are you talking about? We're not just putting you on a bus. Me and Sam have been talking and we wanted to know if you wanted to stay…with us."
"You only want me because you feel bad for me. I get that you feel guilty, but I've survived on my own before and I can do it now," I said, trying to side step them, but they moved along with me.
"Why are you afraid to let us help you?" Sam yelled, his patience with my attitude problem a little strained. Regret immediately clouded his face and Dean looked like he'd seen a ghost. Apparently it was not typical for Sam to react that way.
I wondered why I was afraid myself. For once I had people who stuck their necks out to help me. This was something I always wanted, why was I pushing them away?
"Listen, no one has cared about what I do in a long time. I've done things, things I had to do to survive. You don't want someone like that hanging around you," I looked away, knowing my brother's were staring at me. I flicked my cigarette away and crossed my arms protectively over my chest.
"What happened in the past happened in the past. No one's perfect. And with time, all were asking is to let us be your family," Sam said grabbing my hand. "Oh, and you shouldn't smoke."
I laughed at the sincerity of his comment, "Alright, alright. I'll come with you…geeze," I said with a smile. "So, where do you guys live?"
Dean and Sam just looked at each-other with concern.
"What?"
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