Hey guys…so here's the deal about this chapter…I don't feel inspired to write Croatoan or Hunted. Don't know why…just don't. So here's the info you guys will need if I did post them…READ THIS! ITS ESSENTUAL TO KNOW! Maddie got infected but nothing happened. At the end Dean tells Maddie what John said so she runs. In my take of this story Ava is a guy so yes I changed his name. His name is Adam. He was packing for college when he had this vision. Next…is a sad part…you guys may not like it but is important.

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I laughed at Dean when I heard my iphone go off. Still smiling, I picked up. "Hello?"

"Maddie?" A soft, sad, familiar voice asked.

"Ben?" I sat up quickly. "Are you okay?"

"Physically…yeah. I'm fine sweetie. But Michael….Michael isn't."

"What do you mean? Is he back from England?"

"Maddie…Michael's dead."

My world froze…then everything went black.

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I tried not to cry once again. My world was crashing around me, everyone was dying. I couldn't handle it anymore. Mom, Dad, Dean almost, now Michael? Why couldn't the world fucking leave my loved ones alone? What the hell did I do to piss off the universe so much? All I want…all I need is to fix this, but there is no way.

I haven't seen Michael's family since he broke up with me. Now I had to face them all once again. His Dad Joshua, his older brother Ben, his mother Gina, and I just found out, his little sister Morgan who lived in England her whole life. Morgan wasn't Joshua's daughter. In England Gina met another man but he was killed on a hunt.

I sat in the small motel bathroom on the toilet with my head down. All I could think about was, It can't be true…he's not dead. He'll be home soon. But, I knew I was only lying to myself. I knew my old boyfriend…the guy who made mud pies with me, the guy who gave me my first kiss, the guy who saved me from a werewolf…was dead. The tears I tried to hold in rolled down my tear stained cheeks.

Dean softly knocked on the door, "Maddie…its time to go."

Sniffling, I opened the door. "Five more minutes?"

He took one look into my eyes and pulled me into a hug. "It'll be okay kiddo. Sam and I will stay by you."

I stayed silent through the funeral. Honestly…it was beautiful. I sat next to Ben and Dean. Ben wrapped his arm around me and held me tight against him as if I was his security blanket, which I may have been. I hid my head in his neck and felt Dean rubbing my back. I don't think I've cried this much before, except when Dad died. Ben kissed the top of my head as we stood over the casket in the cemetery. Everyone was holding a red rose but Stanton was kind and got me a black one. Ben and Morgan each laid down their white roses then I stepped forward and gently placed my black one on top.

With my hand on the wooden casket, I whispered, "I'll always love you Michael."

That night I sat on the couch with Ben when little Morgan walked up to me. Softly she asked, "So you dated him?"

I nodded. "Yeah. For about a year."

"He missed you. He told me stories about stuff you guys did growing up. How you actually ate the mud pies."

I smiled. "Yeah?"

She nodded and looked at my bright green cast. "What happened?"

"Car accident."

"Is that how-"

"Yes." I said roughly not wanting a reminder that my father was dead.

Morgan ran back to her mother who glared at me for making her daughter cry once again today. I sighed and looked at Ben. He surprised me when I saw he was glaring back at his own mother…Ben was protecting me? "Come on Maddie. Lets go lay down. It's been a long day."

Ben led me upstairs to his room and we laid on his soft bed. Instantly, Stanton was in there too. "Thanks Ben."

"No problem. At least, today its not a problem." He replied to the demon.

"You'll cover?"

"Yeah. Just take care of her."

"I will."

Ben left us alone. Stanton laid down next to me and held me to him as I cried once again I knew this wasn't my fault, but some how…I felt guilty. Everyone would tell me its not my fault…it was just his time. A load of shit if you ask me, but what do I know. The last thing I remember about that night was Stanton rubbing my back, lulling me to sleep in his arms.

The next morning, when I walked down stairs, I noticed Morgan and her mom were already gone. Good. I sat on the couch next to Ben and he once again, wrapped his arm around me. I've always felt like his little sister and he's always been another brother. I looked up at him and he smiled at me slightly.

"You hungry?" He asked softly.

I shook my head. I don't think I'll be hungry for awhile. Sam walked out with some toast and set it on the coffee table in front of me. "You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry." I replied, not recognizing the soft, sad voice that came out.

"Please Mads, just eat."

I grabbed a piece of toast and nibbled on the corner. I wasn't going to eat most of this. Sam smiled and kissed the top of my head before walking back to the kitchen. I don't know how long I sat here with Ben but before I knew it, Sam, Dean, and I were hugging everyone goodbye. I hugged Ben the longest.

"Call me Maddie. Don't lose touch again."

"I won't." I promised. "I got your new cell number so I'll text you too."

"Good." Ben hugged me again, this one longer. "Be safe." He whispered softly.

"I will."

So then we hit the road. Sam found a hunt at a kick ass hotel I guess. I didn't really care. All I know is that I keep dreaming about Michael and wake up either screaming or crying. If I could…I would quit sleeping. My mind drifted once again, back to Adam. Why would a demon kidnap him? What could they have to gain?

"A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut –- two freak accidents in the past three weeks." I sighed as I heard Sam. Only bits and pieces of their conversation actually made it into my ears. "It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub, then a few days ago, guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete 180. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" Honestly….that's all I heard.

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"Dude, this is sweet! We never get to work jobs like this." Dean smirked as we got out of the car. I just looked at the building for a minute then went to get my bag.

"Like what?" Sam asked.

"Old-school haunted houses, you know? Fog, secret passageways, sissy British accents. We might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside. Mm, Daphne. Love her."

I rolled my eyes and followed them up the steps. Sam froze making me nearly crash into him. "Hey, wait a sec. I'm not so sure "haunted" is the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"You see this pattern here? That's a quincunx. It's a five-spot."

"A five-spot?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah."

"That's used for hoodoo spellwork, isn't it?"

"Right. You fill this thing with bloodweed, you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies."

"Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too white-meat for hoodoo?"

"Maybe."

We walked inside and up to the front desk. "May I help you?"

Dean put on a smile. "Hi, yeah. I'd like a room for a couple of nights."

Out of nowhere two little girls came running by. The second one hitting my cast. "OW! Son of a-" I stopped myself and bit lip hard enough that it bleed.

"Hey!" The lady shouted. She turned to me. "Sorry about that."

I shook my head and rubbed my cast. "Its fine."

She nodded and continued renting us a room. "Well, congratulations. You could be some of our final guests."

"That sounds vaguely ominous." Dean smirked.

"No, I'm sorry. I mean, we're closing at the end of the month. Let me guess –- you guys are here antiquing?"

I tried to hold in my snort. Dean smirked again. "How'd you know?"

"Oh, you just look the type. So, uh…king-sized bed?"

This time I did burst out laughing. Hard. That made my day and was officially the first thing that's made me laugh since I found out Michael passed. Sam rushed to fix her. "What? No, no, uh…no, two singles. We're just brothers. And sister."

The lady looked embarrassed. "Oh…oh, I'm so sorry."

"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean demanded and I snorted.

Sam cut him off. "You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?"

She shrugged. "You know, I have no idea. It's been there forever. Here you go, Mr. Mahogoff. You'll be staying in Room 237."

"Okay."

"Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen and their sister to their rooms?"

As we were walking, I was still laughing to myself with a satisfied smirk on my face. "I can give you a hand with that bag." Dean suggested.

"I've got it."

"Okay."

"So, the hotel's closing up, huh?" Sam started.

"Yep. Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used to. Still, it's a damn shame."

"Oh, yeah?"

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here. I practically grew up here –- gonna miss it. Here's your room." He held his hand out to Dean. "You're not gonna cheap out on me, are you, boy?"

Closing the door a minute later Dean took a look around the room. He froze seeing the dress on the wall. He stood next to me because I was just staring at it. "What the…?" He chuckled.

"What?" Sam looked at us.

"That's normal. Why the hell would anyone stay here? I'm amazed they kept in business this long."

I laughed again. The guys looked happy to see I was. "All right. Victim number one –- Joan Edison, forty-three years old, a realtor, handling the sale of the hotel. And victim number two was Larry Williams, moving some stuff out to Goodwill."

I sat down. "Well, there's a connection. They're both tied up in shutting the place down."

"Yeah. Maybe someone here doesn't wanna leave and they're using hoodoo to fight back."

Dean sighed. "Who do you think the witch doctor is? That Susan lady?"

Sam shook his head. "That doesn't seem likely. I mean, she's the one selling."

"So, what then? Sherwin?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

I shook my head. "I feel like we're playing Clue." I changed my voice. "The Maid in the Observatory. With the hatchet."

Dean laughed at me then shook his head. "Of course, the most troubling question is, "Why do these people assume we're gay?"

Sam smirked. "Well, you are kind of butch. But I think you're overcompensating." I started laughing again.

"Right."

We decided to explore the hotel some. It was huge. "Hey. Look at that. More hoodoo." I took a close look as Sam and Dean knocked on the door marked Privet.

"Hi there." Dean smiled when Susan opened the door.

"Hi. Everything okay with your room?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah." Dean soothed.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's great." Sam said at the same time.

Susan nodded. "Good. Well, I was just in the middle of packing, so…"

Dean looked inside and smirked. "Hey, are those antique dolls? 'Cause this one here –-" I held in a snort when he pointed at Sam. "He's got a major doll collection back home. Don't you? Huh?"

Sam looked pissed. "Big time."

"Big time. You think we could come in and take a look?"

She hesitated. "I don't know."

"Please? I mean, he loves them. He's not gonna tell you this, but he's always dressing them up in these little, tiny outfits, and you'd make his day. She would, huh? Huh?"

I held in more laughter and Sam looked even more pissed. "It's true."

Susan sighed. "Okay. Come on in."

"All right. All right! Wow. This is a lot of dolls. Nice, you know –- not super-creepy at all."

I smiled when I saw the little girl playing. I went and sat next to her. "Hi."

She smiled at me. "Hi."

"I'm Maddie."

"My names Tyler. Sorry we hit your cast."

"That's okay. It just hurt. I didn't mean to yell." Tyler shrugged. "What are you playing?"

"Dollies."

I laughed. "I used to have a doll house." I sighed. "I wonder what happened to it." I turned to the other little girl. "What's your name?"

She looked at me confused for a second. "Maggie."

I nodded politely and looked over at Sam and Dean. "What is this? The hotel?" Sam pointed at the house.

Susan nodded. "Yeah, that's right. Exact replica, custom-built."

Sam grabbed one of the dolls I didn't see. "His head got twisted around. What happened to it?"

She shrugged. "Tyler, probably."

All of a sudden Tyler stood up. "Mommy, Maggie's being mean."

"Tyler, tell her I said to be nice, okay?"

Sam bent down to her level where I was still sitting. "Hey, Tyler. I see you broke your doll. You want me to fix it?"

Tyler shook her head. "I didn't break it. I found it like that."

Sam nodded. "Oh. Well, maybe Maggie did it." I looked over at Maggie and she was smirking as if she knew something no one else did.

"No, neither of us did it. Grandma would get mad if we broke them."

Susan shook her head. "Tyler, she wouldn't get mad."

"Grandma?" Dean asked coming into the conversation.

"Grandma Rose. These were all her toys."

Dean nodded. "Oh, really…where's Grandma Rose now?"

" Up in her room." I smiled at how her reply made it sound like Dean asked a stupid question.

Sam stood. "You know, I'd really love to talk to Rose about her incredible doll—"

"No." Susan interrupted. "I mean…I'm afraid that's impossible. My mother's been very sick, and she's not taking any visitors."

We left after that.

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I sat alone in the room. Looking down at my almost empty glass, I knew I was drunk. I remembered Dean's warning if I drank again…but I didn't care. As the even continued into the night, I just kept pouring drink after drink. The tequila bottle was now empty. My throat burned so much that I didn't even notice anymore. I watched as the newest victim was wheeled away then finally sat down with my latest glass.

That's when Dean decided to make his presence. "There's been another one. Some guy just hung himself in his room."

I nodded drunkenly, "Yeah. I saw."

"We've gotta figure this out, and fast. What'd Sam find out about Granny?"

"You're bossy." I told him seriously.

Dean froze and turned to look at me. "What?"

"You're bossy." I repeated then started to giggle. "And tiny compared to Sam."

My brother looked around. "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah. So? Stupid."

He walked closer to me and looked me in the eyes. "Madeline, what are you thinking? You're underage and we're working a case. We've been through this."

I sighed. "That guy who hung himself –- I couldn't save him."

"What are you talking about? You didn't know, you couldn't have done anything."

Shaking my head too quickly. "That's an excuse, Dean. I should've found a way to save him. I should've saved Adam, too."

"Yeah, well, you can't save everyone. Even you said that."

I shook my head again trying to get him to understand me though I was drunk. "No, Dean, you don't understand, all right? The more people I save, the more I can change."

"Change what?"

"My destiny, Dean!"

"All right, time for bed. Come on, Tigger."

Dean picked me up and I held onto his shirt tightly. "I need you to watch out for me."

"Yeah. I always do."

I shook my head for a third time. "No, no, no. You have to watch out for me, all right? And if I ever turn into something that I'm not…you have to kill me."

"Madeline." Dean warned.

"Dean, Dad told you to do it. You have to."

"Yeah, well, Dad's an ass. He never should've said anything. I mean, you don't do that, you don't lay that kind of crap on your kids."

"No, he was right to say it. Who knows what I might become? Even now, everyone around me dies!"

"Well, I'm not dying, okay? And neither are you or Sam. Come on."

He laid me down in the bed and started to cover me up but I held onto him. "No, please. Dean, you're the only one who can do it. Promise."

"Don't ask that of me."

"Dean, please. You have to promise me."

He was silent for a second. "I promise."

I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "Thanks. Thank you."

Instantly, I was out cold…next thing I knew, I was puking in the toilet. A lovely way to start the morning. "How you feelin', Mads? I guess mixing whiskey and Jager wasn't such a gangbuster idea, was it? I bet you don't remember a thing from last night, do you?"

Groaning, I replied weakly, "Ugh, I can still taste the tequila."

Dean smirked. "You know, there's a really good hangover remedy. It's a greasy pork sandwich served up in a dirty ashtray."

That thought made me puke again. When I was done with this round I laid my head on the toilet. "Oh, I hate you."

"I know you do. Hey, it turns out when Grandma Rose was a tyke, she had a Creole nanny who wore a hoodoo necklace."

I looked up. "So, you guys think she taught Rose hoodoo?"

"Yes, we do." Dean nodded.

I stood up and leaned against the door frame. "All right. I think it's time we talk to Rose, then."

Dean looked away. "You need to brush your teeth first." I frowned and shrugged, walking back into my puck chamber.

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While Sam and Dean went to talk to Rose, I had a meeting with Stanton. Our meeting consisted of many things…including me sitting on my boyfriend's lap as he rubbed my back. Softly he whispered in my ear, "Nothings going to happen Maddie. I promise."

In a equally soft and scared voice I replied, "You don't know that Stanton."

"Trust me. Do you think I would let something happen to you? Ever?" I shook my head. "Then believe me when I say that I will make sure nothing happens to you."

"I love you." I said softly.

Stanton smiled and ran a hand through my hair. "I love you too baby."

I moved closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. Right away, Stanton pulled me closer. I was actually content now. That was until Dean ran in. "We're leaving. Now."

I was sitting in the impala with Stanton and my brothers before I could say anything. "So…we're sitting here…waiting for this lady to get attacked?"

"It sounds so bad when you say it like that Mads." Dean smirked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was good that a lady gets attacked." I dawdled.

"Its not." Sam put in. "We're gonna save her before anything happens."

Shaking my head, I watched as Susan finished loading her car. Suddenly, swings started blowing and the teeter totter started rocking back and forth…yet, there was no wind. Showtime. A few minutes later we were back inside the hotel. "You okay?" Sam asked Susan.

Shakily, she nodded. "I think so."

"Whiskey." She demanded.

I smirked. "Sure. I know the feeling." Stanton elbowed me and I smiled innocently.

"What the hell happened out there?"

"You want the truth?" I asked.

"Of course."

"Well, at first, we thought it was some sort of a hoodoo curse. But that out there? That was definitely a spirit."

"Here." Sam came back and handed her a glass of whiskey.

"You're insane."

Dean shrugged. "It's been said."

"Look, I'm sorry, Susan. We don't exactly have time to ease you into this. But we need to know when your mother had the stroke." Dean said softly.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."

"About a month ago."

Sam stood and talked to Dean. "Right before the killings began. See? So, what if Rose was working hoodoo, but not to hurt anyone, to protect them?"

"She was using the five-spot urns to ward off a spirit."

"Right. Until she had a stroke and she couldn't anymore."

Susan shook her head. "I don't believe this."

Dean got frustrated. "Listen, sister, that car didn't try to run you down by itself, okay? Well, I guess it did, technically, but a spirit can –- forget it."

"Just believe what you want, all right? But the fact is you and your family are in danger. So you need to clear everybody out of here –- your employees, your mother, your daughters, everyone."

"Um…I only have one daughter."

That peaked my interest. "What? No you don't."

"Yes I do. Just Tyler."

"I thought Tyler had a sister named Maggie." Dean commented.

"Maggie's imaginary."

"No she's not!" I nearly shouted.

"I think I know if I have two children or not!"

"I saw Maggie!" I shouted. "I've talked to her!" Sam and Dean just stared at me. My eyes watered. "I'm telling the truth guys! Please believe me!" Stanton wrapped his arms around me.

Sam turned to Susan. "Where's Tyler?"

I sat there in Stanton's arms while they ran. Soon, my iphone rang and I answered. "Yeah?"

"Maddie! Tyler's gonna drown! Go to the-"

I didn't hear the end of that. I ran to the pool suddenly feeling like a mother to that little girl. Dimly, I heard Stanton following me. I don't know if its because of all the visions, but I actually felt like a parent. I ran to the door and hit it with my shoulder to break it open….that only caused me pain. Stanton grabbed me before I could do it again. His eyes flashed and demonically, the door unlocked. "There Ace."

I smirked and ran inside. "Tyler! Tyler!" I froze seeing Maggie. "Maggie don't!"

"How can you see me?" She demanded.

"I don't know. Just let Tyler go. She's your niece." Maggie stared at me for a minute, then turned and pushed her in. "No!" Before I knew it I dived in after her. Coming up for a breath I looked around then dived again. Luckily, I found Tyler and grabbed her. Next thing I knew she was coughing in my arms. I smiled at her.

"Tyler!" Susan shouted coming down the stairs. She held her close and cried.

Sam and Dean helped me out of the pool. Dean whispered in my ear, "Do you see Maggie?" I looked around and shook my head. Then I slummed against them. So…Maggie was gone. Rose sacrificed herself. All was good in the world. My cast was wet…Joshua was gonna kill me. We decided to go back there. Take a break for me. One thing was for sure…I was okay…and so were my brothers. With them and Stanton…I knew I would be okay.

LATER

"What do you mean you don't know?" Stanton shouted at his sister.

"I just told you! I don't know!" She shouted back.

Stanton growled. "You do know Lilith. Tell me." She stayed silent. "Now!"

Slowly, Lilith smiled. "Yes, I do know Stanton. I do know who's sending Maddie her death visions. I've known for awhile."

"Who is it?!"

"Me."