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Chapter 17

Year 2012

I managed to fall asleep. I don't know if it was because of the impala or what, but as soon as we passed the city limits I was out. All I could think of was killing the Yellow Eyed Demon and ending this. Making the world safe for my son and for my future daughter. I won't lie and say I was not scared. If we failed, not only could another Winchester get hurt, but I was terrified that the demon would come and kill me to get to my children.

Dean woke me up a few hours later. "Mads, come on. We're here."

I sat up and looked around. Finally, I saw the monster truck and smiled. Dad. I couldn't wait to see him again and tell him everything that's happened with Kole and Stanton. We walked in the motel door and saw Dad sitting at the table with his nose trapped in a book.

"Some things never change." I thought.

"Hey Dad." Dean said as he laid the keys on the table.

"About time you and your brother got here Dean. This is a serious case. You need to be—" He looked up and noticed me.

I smiled. "You can blame the lateness on the pregnant girl. She made her brothers stop so she could go to the bathroom a few times."

Dad stood up and came over to hug me. I gladly returned it. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't hunt because you're pregnant."

"I'm fine Dad. I am going to help kill this demon. How many more times do I have to say it?"

"Don't take that tone with me Madeline." He warned, and even being twenty-three and a mother, I was scared what would happen if I did again. "I know Stanton," he growled the name, still unable to like my husband, "Wouldn't let his pregnant wife on a hunt. What did you do? If you try feeding me a lie, I will take you home myself right this second."

I looked down and sighed. "He doesn't know I'm here."

Sam and Dean looked at me shocked while Dad looked disappointed. "I know you want to be apart of this hunt Madeline, but I will not lose you or my grandchild. Defiantly not both."

"I promise you, I will be careful. When you want me to sit out, I will."

Dad sighed, thinking about it. "Fine, but the second I tell you to leave you are to leave. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

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Year 2005

When we got to the motel again Sam and I got out of the car and started laughing.

""I was sleepin' with my peepers open"?" Sam said laughing and I followed.

"I almost smoked that old gal, I swear. It's not funny." Dean replied getting out of the car.

"Oh, man, you should've seen your face, Dean."

"Yeah, well, laugh it up, man. We're back to square one." Dean glanced over and saw the kid from earlier sitting there. "Hang on." We walked over there. "Hey, what's wrong?"

The kid glanced up. "My brother's sick."

"The little guy?"

The kid nodded. "Pneumonia. He's in the hospital. It's my fault."

"Oh, come on, how?"

"I should've made sure the window was latched. He wouldn't have gotten pneumonia if the window was latched."

Dean sighed. "Listen to me. I can promise you that this is not your fault, okay?"

"It's my job to look after him."

His mother came out. "Michael." I froze hearing that name but the boy glanced up. "I want you to turn on the "No Vacancy" sign while I'm gone. I've got Denise covering room service, so don't bother with any of the rooms."

Michael. That figured. Sam looked over at me and noticed that I was standing too still for comfurt. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"I'm going with you." Michael shouted.

"Not now, Michael." Causing me to flinch again. Sam tightened his grip.

"But I gotta see Asher!"

"Hey, Michael." I flinched again. I knew I had to stop doing that. "Hey, I know how you feel, okay? I'm a big brother, too. But you gotta go easy on your mom right now, okay?"

The mother shut her car door and started dropping things. "Dammit!"

"I got it." Sam said, rushing forward and letting go of me. "Here." Sam handed her the keys.

"Thanks."

Dean walked forward. "Hey, listen, you're in no condition to drive. Why don't you let me give you a lift to the hospital, huh?"

She shook her head. "No, I couldn't possibly—"

"No, it's no trouble. I insist."

She handed him her keys. "Thanks." He nodded and walked over to Michael. "Be good."

Dean walked over to us and whispered in anger. "We're gonna kill this thing. I want it dead, you hear me?"

When they were gone I talked to Sam and told him I wanted to go to the library to look at old newspapers to try and figure out when this thing started. Sam sighed but agreed and let me go. I decided to walk there.

After about a half hour Dean called me.

"Hey. Sam said you were looking up old papers?"

"Hey. Yeah I am. How's Asher doing?"

"He's not good."

I sighed and changed the subject. "I'm tryin' to find out as much as I can about this shtriga."

"Yeah? What do you got?"

"Well, bad news. I started with Fort Douglas, around the time you said Dad was there." I switched over to another paper.

"And?"

"Same deal. Before that, there was Ogdenville." New paper. "Before that, North Haverbrook and Brockway." New paper. "Every fifteen to twenty years, it hits a new town. Dean, this thing is just gettin' started in Fitchburg. In all these other places, it goes on for months—dozens of kids, before the shtriga finally moves on. Kids just languish in comas, and then they die."

"How far back does this thing go?"

"I don't know. The earliest mention I could find was this place called Black River Falls back in the 1890s. Talk about a horror show." I switched papers and froze seeing something surprising. "Whoa."

"Maddie?" Dean whispered.

"Hold on." I zoomed in on the picture. "I'm lookin' at a photograph right now of a bunch of doctors standing around a kid's bed. One of the doctors is Hydecker."

"And?"

"And this picture was taken in 1893."

Dean was silent for a minute. "You sure?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Yeah, absolutely."

Dean hung up.

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An hour later we were all in the motel room again, now Sam was filled in and furious.

"We should have thought of this before. A doctor's a perfect disguise. You're trusted, you can control the whole thing."

Dean was just as hostile. "Huh. That son of a bitch." He shrugged off his jacket and threw it at the window. I was sitting on the bed, watching my brothers.

"I'm surprised you didn't draw on him right there." Sam continued.

"Yeah, well, first of all, I'm not gonna open fire in a freakin' pediatrics ward."

"Good call." Sam said and I nodded.

"Second, it wouldn't have done any good because the bastard's bulletproof unless he's chowin' down on somethin'. And third, I wasn't packin', which is probably a really good thing 'cause I probably would've just burned a clip in him off of principle alone." Dean finished.

"Gettin' wise in your old age, Dean."

"Damn right. So now I know how we're gonna get it."

"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

"This shtriga—it works through siblings, right?"

"Right."

"Well, last night…."

"It went after Asher." Sam finished.

Dean nodded. "So I'm thinkin' tonight, it's probably gonna come after Michael." I flinched and Dean looked at me with sad eyes. I guess they thought I was over it more than I really was.

"Then, we gotta get him outta here." Sam urged.

"No. No, that'd blow the whole deal." Dean stopped him.

"What?" Sam and I asked.

"Yeah."

"Then you wanna use the kid as bait? Are you nuts? No! Forget it, that's out of the question." Sam said furious once again.

"It's not out of the question, Sam, it's the only way. If this thing disappears, it could be years before we get another chance."

"Michael's a kid. And I'm not gonna dangle him in front of that thing like a worm on a hook."

Dean got angrier. "Dad did not send me here to walk away."

"Send you here?" Sam demanded. "He didn't send you here, he sent us here."

"This isn't about you, Sam! All right, I'm the one that screwed up. It's my fault. There's no tellin' how many kids have gotten hurt because of me."

"What are you saying, Dean? How is it your fault?" Dean looked away. "Dean, you've been hiding something from the get-go. Since when does Dad bail on a hunt? Since when does he let something get away? Now, talk to us, man. Tell us what's goin' on."

Dean sighed. "Fort Douglas, Wisconsin. It was the third night in this crap room, and I was climbin' the walls, man. I needed to get some air."

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(General POV)

Sam and Maddie were asleep on the bed. Sam had his arm protectively around his little sister. Maddie was in a deep sleep for someone her age, you could tell just how innocent she still was. How she didn't know that the Supernatural exists out there. Dean was inside the arcade that the motel had open.

The shopkeeper came out of the back room. "Kid. We're closin' up."

Dean nodded and left. He walked into his motel room and turned around after locking the door and noticed a blinding white light coming from the bedroom door. Slowly Dean Grabbed the shotgun and aimed. He was hesitant about shooting but then John burst in the room.

"Get out of the way!" Dean ducked and John started shooting at the clocked figure. It ran out of the room and through the window, but John kept shooting at it. John ran over to the bed. "Sammy. Maddie. Sammy! Maddie!" Both of the kids woke up and John held them close. "Are you okay?"

Sam sighed sleepily. "Dad, what's goin' on?"

Maddie looked at her father confused. "Daddy?"

John ignored their questions. "You all right?" Both nodded and John sighed relived. Dean inched closer to the door. "What happened?"

"I-I just went out."

John looked monstrous. "What?"

"J-just for a second. I'm sorry."

"I told you not to leave this room. I told you not to let him out of your sight!" He held the two younger kids close to him. He sighed. "Pack up. We're leaving."

After Dean was all packed he sat at the table with his head in his hands. Maddie slowly walked over to him. "Dean?" She whispered.

He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. "Yeah Kiddo?" He whispered back.

"Are you okay?"

Dean fake smiled. "I'm fine Mads."

Maddie smiled a true smile and walked closer to Dean then she hugged him. He was surprised at first but then he picked her up so she was sitting on his lap and still hugging him. "I'm not mad at you." She whispered.

Now, Dean really smiled. He pulled back, "Yeah, well, you're the only person I will ever have a chick flick moment with." He put her down. "Now go finish getting your toys and crayons together kid."

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Dean finished his story. "Dad just grabbed us and booked—dropped us off at Pastor Jim's about three hours away. By the time we got back to Fort Douglas, the shtriga disappeared. It was just gone. It never resurfaced until now. Dad never spoke about it again. I didn't ask. But he, uh—he looked at me different, you know—which was worse. Not that I blame him. He gave me an order, and I didn't listen. I almost got you guys killed."

"You were just a kid." Sam said softly and I nodded.

"Don't—don't. Dad knew this was unfinished business for me. And he sent me here to finish it."

"But using Michael?" I bit my lip so I wouldn't flinch. "I don't know, Dean. I mean, how about one of us hides under the cover, you know, we'll be the bait?"

"I could go in for him. I'm only 17. Wouldn't that still be considered a kid?" I demanded.

"No, that won't work. It's gotta get close enough to feed. It'll see us. Believe me, I don't like it. But it's gotta be the kid."

Soon we were in the main office trying to get M...M...Michael to agree with us.

"You're crazy! Just go away, or I'm calling the cops." M...Michael said clutching the phone close.

Dean stalled. "Hang on a second. Just listen to me. You have to believe me, okay? This thing came through your window, and it attacked your brother. Now, I've seen it. I know what it looks like. 'Cause it attacked my brother and sister once, too."

"This thing—is it, like….it has this long, black robe?

I realized something and leaned forward. "You saw it last night, didn't you?"

"I thought I was havin' a nightmare."

"I'd give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes, nightmares are real." Dean sighed.

"So, why are you telling me?"

"Because we need your help."

"My help?" Mich..ael asked surprised.

"We can kill it. Me, her and him, it's what we do. But we can't do it without you."

Michael realized what was going on. HEY! I said his name! "What? No!"

Dean sighed lightly. "Michael, listen to me. This thing hurt Asher, and it's gonna keep hurting kids unless we stop it, you understand me?"

Of course, Michael said no.

"Well, that went crappy." Dean said, getting angry. "Now what?"

"What'd you expect? You can't ask an adult to do something like that, much less a kid." Sam sighed.

There was a knock on the door; which Dean went to go answer it. Surprisingly, it was Michael. "If you kill it, will Asher get better?"

"Honestly, we don't know." Dean said regretfully.

"You said you're a big brother?"

"Yeah."

"You'd take care of your little brother and little sister? You'd do anything for them?"

Dean glanced back at me and Sam. "Yeah, I would."

Michael nodded. "Me, too. I'll help."

So that night, we started our plan.

"Now, this camera has night vision on it, so we'll be able to see as clear as day." Dean explained to Michael as he set it up. "Are we good?"

"Hair to the right." Sam responded from the living room. "There, there."

"What do I do?" Michael asked.

I turned around and answered his question. "You just stay under the covers."

"And if it shows up?"

Dean stood up and came over. "Well, we'll be right in the next room. We're gonna come in with guns. So, as soon as we do, you roll off this bed and you crawl under it."

"What if you shoot me?" Michael demanded.

Dean and I laughed quietly. "We won't shoot you. We're good shots. We're not gonna fire until you're clear, okay? Have you heard a gunshot before?"

"Like, in the movies?"

I smirked. "It's gonna be a lot louder than in the movies."

"So, I want you to stay under the bed, cover your ears, and do not come out until we say so, you understand? Michael, you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to, it's okay. I won't be mad." Dean finished.

He shook his head. "No, I'm okay. Just don't shoot me."

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise."

Later on came step two...waiting.

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Year 2012

Maddie looked out the window, watching the scenary pass, much like she had. This time was different. She had more to lose now then she ever had before. A husband, a son and a little girl on the way. She knew Stanton would be angry with her, but she had to do this. He was going to have to understand that. That's when she felt her daughter move a hand across her belly. Maddie smiled.

"Sam." she whispered. Sam looked up from the map and looked at her worried. "What is it? Dean going too fast? Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

He asked those things so quickly, Maddie laughed and shook her head as she held her hand out to him. Sam took it and watched as he placed his hand on her baby bump. When he felt something move, he jumped. Sam looked up at her. "She's moving."

"She's restless."

"And your stupid to endanger her, but that's just me." Said Dean as both Sam and Maddie snapped their heads towards him. Dean was gripping the wheel tightly, not looking at either of them.

"Dean I am-"

"I don't want to hear it Maddie. You may have a responsibility to our family, but you have a bigger one to yours. And not leave your son motherless, and get yourself and your daughter killed."

The rest of the short drive to the cemetery was silent. Maddie knew he was right. She knew she should be home but.... she needed to help with this first.

John waited for his children at the gate. 'This is it Mary. I am so sorry it took me twenty three years to avenge you. So sorry. And the things i had to do...Its going to be all worth it baby. I know it will be.' John thought as he heard the familiar sounds of the impala rolling up. When Dean climbed out of the car, he could tell he was pissed off. Not about what was about to go down, but about his little sister being there, being pregnant. John had not wanted her there either, but she was stubborn, and he couldn't help but not say yes to her.

The yellow eyed demon watched from on top of a gravestone, the Winchester family coming to kill him. Would they ever learn? He knew what they were going to do ten steps ahead of them. This was a trap.

Maddie walked up to her dad, and he offered her a sad smile. "Can you please tell Dean to stop being such an ass."

John looked at his son. "Stop being such an ass to your sister." He mused as Dean looked at him and then shook his head. "I can tell him, doesn't mean he's going to listen sweetie."

Maddie rolled her eyes and looked around. Something didn't feel right. As she was thinking about this, Sam came up beside her and Maddie nearly jumped three feet up when he touched her shoulder. "Christ Sam, don't do that."

He smirked. "Sorry Mads." He noticed her uptight posture. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Something just doesn't feel right, that's all."

John and Dean came over. "Okay, Sam and Dean go in one direction. Maddie, you and I are going to go the other. We each have a way to kill this Son of a Bitch. Let's do it. Tonight."

We all nodded and got into groups. I knew I should've trusted my earlier feelings.

"Now now, no need to separate and disperse." A voice dawdled from behind us. We check and nothing was there then looking up we saw Yellow Eyes on top of a mausoleum. He jumped down and landed perfectly on his feet. Before The guys could get out weapons Yellow Eyes sent them crashing into headstones. He walked closer to me and flicked his wrist. I flipped back in the air and hit an Angel. How ironic.

I put my hand to my belly.

"You really shouldn't have left Stanton Maddie. Now you're going to die."

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Year 2005

"Maddie wake up." Dean shook me. I shot up. "Are you okay? You fell asleep."

I nodded and ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah. Yeah I'm fine."

"What time is it?" Dean asked Sam.

He checked. "Three. You sure these iron rounds are gonna work?"

"Consecrated iron rounds. And, yeah, it's what Dad used last time."

Sam sighed and was silent for a few minutes. "Hey, Dean, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Dean asked confused.

"Well, you know….I've really given you a lot of crap for always followin' Dad's orders. But I know why you do it."

"Oh, God, kill me now." Dean looked at the camera and noticed something. The creature. "Wait, look."

"Now?" Sam said starting to get up. I was following with my hands on my gun.

"Not yet." We stood there and I wanted to go in so badly. Then finally Dean went in. "Hey!" We see the thing. "Michael, down!" Then...we all started shooting. It fell flat. "Mike, you all right?"

"Yeah." He replied from under the bed.

"Sit tight."

The thing popped up when we thought it was dead and it started chocking Dean. "Dean!" Sam and I shouted. It let go of Dean and made me fly across the room. I landed on the ground and the striga came up and started chocking me. Then it started to suck up my life essence.

"Hey!" Two bullets landed on the striga. One from both of my savors, Sam and Dean.

I was breathing hard. "You okay, little sister?" I gave a thumbs up. The creature deflated but Dean shot three more times into it while I leaned against Sam. Without thinking I put my hand to my belly. "It's okay, Michael, you can come on out."

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The next day I was all happy and hyper. We were packing up and ready to head out when the lady who owned the place pulled up. "Hey, Joanna. How's Asher doin'?" Dean asked.

"Have you seen Michael?" She asked only concerened with that.

Michael came running out. "Mom, Mom!"

"Hey!" Joanna said smiling again.

"How's Ash?"

"I've got some good news. Your brother's gonna be fine."

"Really?" I smirked at his happiness.

"Yeah, really." She looked up at us. "No one can explain it. It's a miracle. They're gonna keep him in overnight for observation, but after that, he's comin' home."

"That's great." Dean said.

"How are all the other kids doin'?" Asked Sam.

"Good. Real good. A bunch of them should be checkin' out in a few days. Dr. Travis says the ward's gonna be like a ghost town." Joanna answered.

"Dr. Travis? What about Dr. Hydecker?"

"Oh, he wasn't in today—must've been sick or something." She shrugged.

Dean smirked. "Yeah. Yeah, must have."

"Mm." Joanna looked at Michael. "So, did anything happen while I was gone?"

He looked at us. "No. Same old stuff."

"Okay. You can go see Ash."

"Now?"

"Only if you want to." Michael smiled at us then ran to the passengers seat. "I better get going before he hotwires the car and drives himself."

Once they were gone we walked back to the impala. "It's too bad." Sam mused.

Dean sighed. "Oh, they'll be fine."

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant Michael. He will always know there are things out there in the dark. He'll never be the same, you know? Sometimes I wish that…."

"What?"

"I wish I could have that kind of innocence and that Maddie never had to be raised in this."

"If it means anything, sometimes I wish you both could, too."

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Year 2012

Maddie looked up at the Yellow Eyed Demon who was standing above her. He bent down and touched her belly. "I wish I didn't have to do this to you Maddie. You're my favorite. But that little girl inside you will end way too many demons. She's have way to much power. She should never be born."

He pressed hard on Maddie's stomach and his eyes flashed yellow. "And now she won't be."

She put her hand on her stomach and no longer could feel the kick or second heartbeat. She knew what it meant. She knew that her daughter was dead,; dead before ever being alive. Tears filled Maddie's eyes.

"You should've listened to your husband."

Maddie looked over at Sam, Dean, and John and saw all three were knocked out cold. "You did what you wanted. Now leave me alone."

He laughed. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I can't do that. You could always have more children with that demon and they could be more powerful than the last. No. The only way out of this problem is to kill off the source."

She knew exactly what that meant. "Sorry Mads." With one hand Yellow Eyes lifted Maddie up into the air. First he crashed her into the Angel again only harder and it almost knocked her out. Then he started chocking her.

"MADDIE!" She heard Sam yell.

Her eyes started to shut. "Good bye." Was all Yellow Eyes said.

He threw her and she landed into a fire that popped up out of nowhere. Maddie screamed her head off. Partly due to the fear but mostly due to the scolding hot fire.

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Year 2005

"Maddie. Maddie! Come on baby girl wake up. Its just a dream!"

I shot up and started crying in Sam's arms. All in all, no matter what my brothers tried to do, I couldn't calm down, so they summoned Stanton once again.

"Maddie, come on. Tell me what happened. What did you dream about? Was it a vision?"

I looked up at him and I knew he could tell I was deathly frightened by something. "I think it was a vision." I whispered.

Stanton moved closer to me. He pulled a chair over from the table and sat across from me. "You think?"

I nodded slowly.

"Okay. You wanna tell me what happened?"

And I did. I told Stanton everything. How we were married, how we had a kid and I was pregnant with another. I told him how he was right that I shouldn't have gone on that hunt and finally, I told Stanton that I was killed.

"A-a-and he k-k-killed me" I sobbed.

Stanton just sat there starring at me for a few minutes, like he couldn't believe anything I just told him. "Maddie." he whispered. "I want you to show me these visions." He held his arms out and I clutched on to his hands. Stanton was quiet as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started watching my nightmares.

I don't know when, but at some point Stanton snapped out of the vision and scared the crap out of me by standing up and pulling away from me. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. He looked out the window and seemed to get lost in a deep thought.

Finally, Stanton turned around and looked over at me. "Someone sent that to you Maddie. It wasn't a real vision. You won't die like that. It won't happen."

I looked up at him. "Really?"

"Really."

"Who sent it?"

"I don't know, but I plan to find out." He walked over to me and pulled me up in his arms and surprisingly hugged me. "Don't worry, I won't let this vision come true." He kissed the top of my head.

I was more surprised. This was the ruthless demon Stanton; looks like the vision was starting to come true already.

Oh shit!