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Sam and Dean settled in for the night, falling asleep around 2. I still could not find peace not matter what I did. I have to find them, I need it.

Quietly, I climbed out of bed and searched for my most desired possession. I looked through the drawers, the cabinets, and finally searched their bags. In the bottom of Dean's bag, rolled in a shirt, was my cocaine.

I crawled into the bathroom and shut the door. I looked at my drugs and it dawned on me that if I took a hit right now, I'd never stop. I would have let my brothers down. But I wanted it; needed it. It was almost calling to me, saying I was worthless with out it.

I emptied the bag a little and used a piece of paper from the garbage to create a line. I leaned over the counter, preparing myself for the hit when I stopped. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and was actually surprised by what I saw. I was so desperate I was willing to throw everything I worked for so hard away.

I scooped up the line and put it into my hand and crawled to the toilet. I opened the bag and stopped; after this there would be no turning back. I dumped the bags into the toilet and brushed my hands clean on the drugs and let out a strangled sob. I curled back into the fetal position on the bathroom floor, shaking from withdraw and sobs.

Just then Dean and Sam burst through the bathroom floor.

"Maddie, what did you do? Did you take the drugs?" Sam asked as they both crouched in front of me.

"I fffflllushed thhhhem dddown the tttoileeet," I sobbed.

Dean looked and Sam, they both had thought the worse. Dean leaned down, scooped me up like a child and carried my shaking, sweaty boy back to the bed.

"I-I-I haddd too gget riiddd of themmm. I knewww they werrre herrre and I-I-I was afraid I'ddd tryy n sttteallll theeemmm,"I moaned.

I felt Dean and Sam place their arms around my seizing body, and continued to wipe away my sweat, stop my scratching hands, and trying to hold conversations that would keep my mind off of the pain.

Some point in the night I fell asleep and found myself in a full blown nightmare.

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I was seven years old again, and I was excited to come home and show my mom the picture I made for her.

"Mommy!Mommy!,"but I heard nothing but silence. I looked all over the downstairs and she wasn't there. I ran upstairs still calling for her and ran into her bedroom. I walked in and sat on her bed. "Mommy?"

Splat, Splat.

I felt something hit my Barney book bag and when I looked up….

"No MOMMMMYYYYYY!" She was on the ceiling…and fire came from no where. I tried to reach her but the fire spread to quickly. I ran to the door and tried to open it but unlike real life, it didn't open.

The it changed I was outside my hotel room. I walked in and sat on the bed. "Boys?"

Splat, Splat.

Completely terrified, I looked up and saw…my brothers…faces twisted in pain, their stomachs' bleeding…

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dean!!! Sam!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't leave me!!!"

Dean and Sam were sleeping when they heard their sister start to moan and whisper, "Mommy."

They watched her, and noticed how her body completely tensed and she started to scream for them, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dean!!! Sam!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't leave me!!!"

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Both brothers jumped into action, ready to fight the unknown attacker. But when they saw Madison was struggling in their sleep, they relaxed slightly.

"Maddie wake up, come on wake up!"

The watched as she continued to thrash and fight whatever was holding her there.

"MADDIE!" Dean yelled, shaking her a little harder.

Finally, she did wake up, disoriented and confused. "Dean…Sam?"

"Yea Maddie we're both here. You ok?"

"Don't leave me…please…fire…don't go please," she sobbed.

Sam scooped her up and Dean held her hands.

"We're not going anywhere kid."

Sam and Dean looked at each-other. Both knew what the other was thinking. God how much more will she suffer? Exhaustion and fear was written all over their faces as their sister was claimed by sleep again.

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The next few days were all the same; filled with agony. And my brothers handled it like champions. They put up with everything I threw at them, from almost killing Sam when he put a blanket on me to trying to sneak out and get some drugs. They had to do everything short of handcuffing me to one of them to stop me.

No one bought up the nightmare and I didn't mention it. That was one can of worms that did not need to be opened…yet.

The days got better and better, easier and easier and for the first time I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. My brothers got me to eat, the first attempts failed when I got sick. But soon my body settled enough to eat, shower, and walk on my own. We celebrated my 18th birthday with a small cake and a couple of rented movies, and just enjoying each other's company.

It was almost two weeks since I kicked the drugs, and I sat in a chair looking out the hotel window. Dean went to get food and it was just me and Sam.

"Hey kid, what you doing?" Sam asked, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"Nothing, I'm bored…I'm ready to leave this hotel and all the shit that happened behind."

"Well, Dean says we should hang around another week, make sure you're feeling 100. Then we figured we could start some small jobs."

"Jobs? Oh you mean, killing dead things? God that is so weird, don't you want something else?"

"Well I did, for a while. I actually went to Stanford."

"Holy shit! Why'd you stop?"

"Well, I was with this girl for a long time and she was killed by a demon. So I got sucked back in, wanting to finally find this thing and kill it," Sam's eyes were sad, and it made me feel terrible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you upset. But you said finally, you met this thing before?"

Sam's eyes turned angry and I immediately felt bad for bringing it up.

"Well the same thing killed my mom when I was six months. That's how we started this; Dad, Dean, and I."

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry. But, can I ask you, umm, how she died?"

"They were both pinned to the ceiling, stomachs slashed."

I face paled, my breathing hitched and I got panicked. "Sam, please tell me you're lying right now."

"No baby I'm not. What's wrong?"

"Sam, my mom, she died the same way when I was seven, I found her on…on the..the ceiling…"

"Oh my God."

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