A/N: Okay this one was kind of fun to write so I hope you like it. I love reading the reviews so please keep leaving me some comments cause I would love to hear what you think of the story. I'm glad I'm able to finally another one of my own characters and hopefully it adds a little something to the story and changes things up a bit. Okay enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Supernatural. I only own Maddie and Braden.
Episode: Sorta Folsom Prison Blues, but not much of it.
Dean's POV:
Sam and I walked down the dark hallway of a museum. I held a flashlight and a map out in front of me while Sam led the way with his flashlight. This probably wasn't the best plan I had ever come up with, but it was the only one we got.
"I hate this plan, Dean."
"Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it," I rolled my eyes and continued to look at the map. "Its better than your stupid plan of having that Braden kid stay back with our sister."
This time Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I got that the first ten times I heard it," Sam repeated. "I thought it was better than having her stay alone."
"She can take care of herself, Sam. She's a big girl." We turned the corner and walked side by side.
"I'm going to hold that against you, someday. Something's going on with her Dean. She's seeing things, and having these awful nightmares. She doesn't notice I wake up every time, but I do and it's about every night. And let's not forget the demons that want her dead. So yeah, I thought it would be better if someone was there with her."
"And maybe if it wasn't that guy, I would have agreed with you. He only wants one thing. I can see right through him."
Sam ignored me and started on trying to undo a glass exhibition case while I went to undo another one. Sam pulled out a decorated axe from the case, and I held up hooked dagger. We heard a noise coming from down the hallway. Sam and I put down what we were holding and walk down that hall. We turned the corner and were met by two police men.
"Freeze!" One of them screamed at us, his weapon drawn.
We turned around to walk the other way but there was another man there to block our path. "Hold it right there!"
We tried to turn down another open hallway but there was two more police men inching closer. "Freeze!"
"Don't move!"
"Put your hands on your head and get on your knees! Now!"
Sam and I complied and knelt down. Two cops walked closer to us and handcuffed our hands behind our back. I looked down with a small smile on my face. I turned over to Sam who didn't look pleased at all.
Sam and I were placed in two separate interrogation rooms. I waited there patiently until two men entered, each wearing a badge.
"Well it's about time, I could go for a cheeseburger. Extra onions."
"You think you're funny," the tall African American man, who looked superior to the office next to him, shook his head.
"I think I'm adorable." I smiled widely.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean. I'm Special Agent Victor Henriksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy." I tried not to show any kind of emotion when I heard this was Henriksen. I knew he knew a lot about my family, and I knew he did not like me.
I continued to smile, but I still probably looked a little worried, "Henriksen? Not the Milwaukee agent Henriksen?"
"Live and in person." Shit. I gave a short laugh. Henriksen pulled out a picture from his case file of me looking over my shoulder back in Milwaukee during the bank robbery thing. "Oh nice shot." He tossed the picture on the table in front of me. "You can hang it up on your cell at Super Max."
"All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburger, huh?" I tried to lighten the mood but it wasn't working. Not that I expected it too.
"Oh yeah. Keep that game face going. Try and cover how up cornered you are." Henriksen looked at his partner and ordered, "Read him the charges."
"Mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration.."
"Read him the good ones," Henriksen smiled. I sighed and looked down.
"Armed robbery, kidnapping and, oh, three counts of first degree murder." Reidy smirked and closed his file with a snap.
"And after Milwaukee your brother and sister are now suspects in a murder case themselves. I'd say for you three, screwed to hell is a major understatement." I was going to open my mouth but he cut me off, "Where's you sister Dean?" He asked in call seriousness.
"How would I know, Im in here, aren't I?" I pulled at the handcuffs that strapped me to the table.
"Dean, my men brought you in here alive," He sat down on the other end of the table and folded his hands in front of him and looked at me sincerely, "Now, if you don't tell me where you sister is, I can tell you that she is not going to get the same luxury."
The game just got different here. It was one thing to threaten me or Sam, but when someone threatens Maddie, something inside me changes and my whole misdemeanor changes. "Are you threatening to kill my sister?"
"If needed." He nodded.
"Well where there's life, there's hope, huh?" I smirked.
Henriksen stood up and made a noise of asset, "See? That's what I kept thinking as I was searching for your asses all over hell and gone." He leaned forward on the table, speaking softly. "Your dad taught you well. The way you cover your tracks and after Milwaukee the way you." He whistled and moved his hand to the side, mimicking disappearing, "vanished., "I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Near went nuts trying to find you. Ask him."
Reidy deadpans, "He near went nuts."
"And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector. Pretty rookie move. Gotta say I was… surprised." I looked down at the table again refusing to make eye contact. In that time, the door opened and in walked a thirty something year old woman in a business suit and brief case.
"Dean Winchester?" She asked over my way.
I looked up, "In the flesh."
"And you are?" Henriksen asked her in an annoyed tone.
"Mara Daniels, Public Defender's Office. I have been assigned you and your brother's case." She explained.
"Huh," I nodded in pleasure.
"Are you Henriksen?" She asked agent asshole.
"Yeah, and we're not quite done here."
"Ah, yeah, you are. And if you don't mind, I would like to talk to my clients privately." I liked her. She was feisty. I raised my eyebrows and smiled over at Henriksen. He left with a huff, his sidekick by his side.
Sam was able to move into my room with me so Mara could talk to us together. Sam sat beside me and looked at Mara intently.
"Unfortunately your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday." She explained with a tone of sympathy.
"And they'll keep us in the county jail?" I asked to reassure myself.
"That's right."
"Green River County Detention Center?" Sam asked to clarify for our personal reasons.
"Yes. And considering the charges you're facing, no judge in his right mind is going to grant you bail."
"Yeah we figured that," I sighed.
"Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states, Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concern – the bank robbery and the murder raps."
"How long can we stall extradition?" Sam asked.
"A week, maybe less." She answered. I nodded and Sam raised his eyebrows at me.
Maddie's POV:
Just like my brothers advised me to—I had been stuck inside this grimy motel room and I was about to lose my mind. I had already taken a shower twice, once was out of boredom. I went through Sam's history on his laptop and only found research websites, emails, and porn sites that was no other than Dean and not Sam. I even called Bobby to see what he could tell me about Braden, but he only confirmed everything that he had said. Bobby even said he was a good kid. Ha.
I fell asleep to another nightmare of Yellow Eyes torturing me to death. Each night, the dreams felt more real and real. I sprung awake once again. It was weird looking around to find no one here with me.
I walked to the shower and tried to rinse off all my worries. I couldn't stop thinking about Sam and Dean right now and any trap they might have fallen into with the police. I was so scared that they weren't going to get out of there. I would have no idea what to do then.
I walked out in a fresh pair of clothes and dry hair, but I stopped in my tracks when I saw my motel door open. It was definitely closed and locked when I entered that bathroom.
I inched my way further outside with my weapon drawn. I looked both left and right and saw nothing. I walked deeper into the almost empty parking lot and saw no one. I lowered my weapon and took a deep breath—but for it to soon be knocked out of me again.
I flew into the air and crashed into the hood of a red pickup truck. I didn't have time to react. Something grabbed me by the arm and flung me to the pavement. I lost my gun in the act, so I was left defenseless.
A woman crawled on top of me with an evil smirk plastered on her face, her eyes were a deep black. A demon.
"Wow, wow, Winchester. I pleasantly shocked with how easy that was. I was expecting more of a…challenge." Her hair was as black as her eyes, her skin was pale. I struggled against her grips, but she was too strong. "Where are your big brothers for your rescue? I was hoping to have more fun."
"Sorry to disappoint sunshine, but they're not here at the moment." I seethed from underneath her. "Why do you wanna kill me so bad?"
"Because you're a danger to our kind," She growled, "You have no idea what your capable of; therefore, we have got to get rid of you before your knowledge increases."
"You mean like how you can't be me? There's no way you can possess my body?" I tried hard to smirk, but it was hard wither hand around my neck, "Why is that?"
"The less you know, the better." She swiped her arm across my face. A knife, I didn't know she was holding, created a gash across my left cheek. I hissed as the opened flesh stung. She smirked down at and raised her right hand that contained the knife, "Say goodbye, bitch."
"Goodbye, bitch," A darker voice interrupted. He spoke the last few words of an exorcism and the demon through her head back and black smoke poured from her mouth. Her body went limp and fell beside me.
I rolled over onto my hands and knees and looked up at Braden. He walked over to me and helped me up to my feet. "How long were you here for?"
"I saw enough. I stayed further back so I could recite the exorcism spell and she wouldn't hear me to stop me. " He placed his thumb on my new cut on my cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up."
We walked back to my motel room. He led me to the bathroom and told me to sit down. I plopped myself on the sink counter next to the sink, "You know, it was only a cut. I can take care of myself."
"You got tossed around a little bit there," He pressed a wet wash cloth to my face. He smiled a little bit and spoke in a soft tone, "And I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I thought you were supposed to be at Bobby's?" I asked, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach that was going on right now.
He lowered his hand from my face and sighed. He got up and walked backwards into the doorframe and put his hand in his pockets, he looked at me in a way that should get me concerned. "Maddie, you're in danger."
I laughed softly, shaking my head, "Yeah, it's in the job description but—"
"That's not what I mean, and I think you know that." I looked down to avoid his gaze. "I don't know much but—"
"Then why are you here?! How did you know I was going to be in trouble? Or how did you know where me and my brothers were the time those sprits almost killed us?" I jump off the counter and walked into the motel room and started pacing. "And it cant be a coincidence that I ran into you some random day, jogging, and find you months later at a bar and end up sleeping with you!"
"I don't think you understand the severity of the problem. Hunters across the country are being killed left and right. News is being spread like wildfire, and at each scene, traces of sulfur are being left behind."
"Demons kill, Braden. Some hunters just get caught in the cross fire."
"Each hunter that is killed is always from the place you recently were at." Braden said as if he knew what I was going to say. "You always seem to make it out in time. I guess you didn't get too lucky this time."
"You never answered my question." I said sternly, my stare hardens and my head begins to ache with the information he just gave but I try to hide it.
"Bobby asked me to keep an eye on you since you didn't know who I was. He said your brothers can be oblivious sometimes and for your sake you could use an extra eye." He looked conflicted as if he was debating whether to say something or not. After a moment, he sighed, "And your father and my father knew each other. I figured I owed one to the family."
"How'd they know each other?"
"Your dad helped mine on a hunt when I was younger. Saved my father's life too." I smiled as I heard of a heroic act from my dad. It was often when you heard positive remarks about him. God, I missed him
"This whole thing has gotten out of control," I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. "Why the hell is this happening to me? What the hell did I do?" I stood up again, starting to get angry. "I didn't even choose this life."
"Mad—"
"No! Don't say anything that could possibly comfort me cause it wont work! Nothing can make this better, Braden. Don't you get it? If I have no idea what's going on with me, I can't stop anything. Hell, it would be a lot better to just die already." I finally admitted, not really believing I said that out loud. The thought had been through my mind a few times, and maybe it was from the endless taunting yellow eyes was giving me in my nightmares, or maybe it was the constant fighting with my brothers, but I think I was just tired of the life. But I knew that it would also benefit everyone.
"Hey! Don't say that, okay? You're not weak. You don t get to choose whether you live or die unto tomorrow!"
"If I were dead, I wouldn't have to be watched my some stranger to keep me safe! Dean wouldn't have to worry about Sam and me! It would make Sam and Dean's life a hell of a lot safer without all these demons around us 24/7, and they wont have that annoying sister they need to drag around everywhere in the back seat of the car. I'm only causing trouble."
"You know what? Let's go get some breakfast. You're probably starving and I saw a diner not that far from here. Let's calm down and just talk everything out there." He said softly. I sighed and nodded slightly and reluctantly followed him out the door.
We walked outside, and west two blocks where his car was parked on the side of the road. "Something tells me you're not as old school as other hunters," I said looking at his BMW convertible. One of Dean's favorite things to teach me when I was younger was about cars. So I knew a good looking car when I saw one.
"Not with this baby," He smirked and hopped into the front seat and started the engine. I rolled my eyes and got into the passenger seat. He put the top down and smiled over at me like I was supposed to be impressed. I shook my head to show it wasn't working. "You're going to like me one day. I promise you."
"Yeah, okay," I scoffed and looked out the window. I had no idea how to take in all the information that was told. I had no idea how to deal with anything anymore.
Breakfast wasn't that bad. The food was your average diner food, but the conversations weren't too awkward. Yeah, I owe this guy for saving my ass back there, but there was still something about him that still pissed me off.
In the middle, my phone started ringing from my back pocket. I shifted in my seat an pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. It was a number that I didn't have saved in a contact.
"Who is it?" Braden asked taking another sip of his coffee.
I shrugged and answered, "Hello?"
"Maddie! Oh thank god I caught you," Sam breathed in the phone. "Look, we need your help."
"Sam?" I asked with wide eyes. "Sam, how are you calling me? Wait, where's Dean is everything okay?"
"Yeah everything's fine. Look, I don't have much time. Henriksen is here and if he finds me on the phone he'll know I'm talking to you and then you're screwed. The man wants you dead, Maddie, okay? So listen very carefully." I nodded my head, forgetting that he cant see me. "Madds?"
"Right!" I popped out of my trance and motioned to Braden for a pen and paper.
"Okay, there was a nurse who worked here. Her name was Glockner. She worked here as a nurse in the '70s. I need you to find out everything you can about her but, most importantly how she died and where she's buried." I took the pen and paper from Braden that he got from some waitress and started writing down everything Sam was telling me.
"Sam," I sighed.
"Please, Maddie. You do this and I wont tell Dean you're not in the motel room right now."
I sighed as I mentally face palmed. I should have gone outside the second I realized I was talking to Sam so he wouldn't hear the background noise of the busy diner.
"Sam, you guys are probably facing death penalty in there. When are you getting out?" I asked nervous for their sake.
"Tonight. We have it all figured out for tonight. I called Deacon and everything's a go. And that's why you have to work fast."
"Okay, and then what?"
"You'll either see Dean and I at visiting hours. But wear something to hide yourself. You're wanted by the police way more than you used to be."
"Okay, bye." I hung up and took a last sip of my coffee and stood back up. "Alright let's go taxi driver. I need you to drive me to the library."
"I'm not your taxi driver," he glared and motioned for the check to our waitress.
"Oh," I laughed, "Yeah I am. Now let's go. I only got a few hours to get this done."
I found everything I needed to about this ugly nurse surprisingly easy. That was the easy part. Now the hard part was going to be getting into that jail, unnoticed. "Okay I have an idea, but you're not going to like it." I gave a nervous smile over to him and he looked uneasy.
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"This is stupid," Braden muttered as we waited in line for visitors. "We already gave the information to Deacon, we don't have to do this. It's not going to work and then we're both fucked."
"Oh, stop being such a drama queen," I rolled my eyes. I was dressed in an old lady gown, and big, boxy, black glasses that blind people wear. My right hand held on to a white stick blind people used for walking and my other arm was wrapped around Braden's for 'support'. I was dressed as an old blind lady and he was there to help me find my path. Somehow we were able to sneak past all the security who were checking peoples' bags and shit. We were also really lucky that we saw Deacon and he recognized me even in my outfit when I had never even met him before and I gave him the envelope of shit.
We were told to go to line 7 which was all the way down. Second from last. We walked closer and since there was only one chair I sat down and looked at my stupid brother from the glass. "You know, I knew one day this would be my view of you for a while," I said with no emotion and looked Dean straight in the eyes and lowered my glasses a little.
"Yeah, well you look stupid," Dean retorted. He looked horrible. He was a little bruised up and his orange jumpsuit definitely was not suiting him. Orange was so not his color. "What the fuck is he doing here? And what happened to your face? How'd that happen?"
"I'll explain later. I ran into Deacon. Somehow, he recognized me and I gave him all my information about that nurse. Sam told me you're leaving tonight?"
"Yeah, well I don't know anymore. Sam still wants to leave but I say we stay another day until we get this thing under control. We cant have it kill anymore innocent people."
"Dude, you're in a jail. Who the hell is innocent?" Braden asked from behind me.
Dean gave him a killer look, "Now is so not that time to talk to me."
"No Dean, come home tonight." I said sternly but then looked over to the man on Dean's side who was taking a seat in the booth next to him. I recognized the man and apparently Dean did too. He tensed up when he sat down next to him. Thank god, you talked to the other person by a whole in the divider and not a phone call.
"Bruiser?" I asked through mine and Dean's open hole thing. He looked up through the glass and when he saw me he gave a surprised smile.
"Wait you know him?" Dean pointed to him in complete shock. I found Bruiser during the time Dean went to get Sam from college last year. Yeah he was kind of a rebel but we became friends. We met up at a bar when I hunted something on my own in another state. Something Sam and Dean had no clue about.
"Yeah, met him when you abandoned me," I dismissed Dean with my hand and turned my attention back to Bruiser, "Hey, so what did you do to end up in here, buddy?"
"Well look at you little M, I never thought I'd see you again," He laughed, "Got caught for assault and holding."
"Aw, man I thought you told me you were done with the whole drug shit," I shook my head slightly disappointed. Bruiser was a big guy and grew up in a rough family. I felt for the man.
"Yeah, so did I. How you know this punk?" He motioned to Dean.
"He's my idiot brother," I explained with an eye roll.
"I'm right here you know." Dean said still stunned.
"Maddie, we gotta go," Braden said urgently. I looked up and saw several cops come through the entrance of the room.
"Shit, okay," I got up from my chair and waved to Bruiser and then bent down to the hole again, "Bye, Dean see you tonight and not tomorrow."
"Come on," Braden pulled my arm and we booked it out of there with cops on our ass. "I told you this wasn't going to work," Braden groaned as we sprinted to the car.
I flung my cane back in a spinning motion from its side. I heard a groan come from on of the cops meaning I had hit him. We jumped into his car and sped off with the sound of gun shots being blasted at us.
"Duck!" Braden demanded and I did just that. One bullet even would have gotten the back of my head if I didn't lower it seconds earlier. The bullet went right through the glass that looks on to the road. When we were out twenty miles, we pulled over when we were sure we weren't being followed and got rid of his licensed plate.
I stepped out of the car and took deep breaths, my heart still caught in the moment. Braden looked at me and to his car in disbelief. "This is how you repay me for saving your life?"
"Live a little, Braden. It wasn't that bad. We didn't get caught and Bobby can fix the windshield back at his shop."
"I could have gone to jail—fuck no I could have been killed!"
"Yeah but you weren't."
He scoffed and kicked the dirt from underneath him. "You're just like what everybody says. You Winchester's don't really care about what happens to anyone else as long as you three are okay, then it doesn't matter."
"That's so not true!" I yelled back in slight surprise that he would say something like that.
He rolled his eyes and got back in the car. "I'm driving you back to the motel and then I'm out of here."
I just stared at the car in disbelief. I paused before getting in. The car ride was silent on the way home. He didn't even have any music playing. He did what he said he would. He dropped me off and sped away just as fast. I rolled my eyes I went inside and kicked off my boots and grabbed myself one of Dean's beers. Asshole.
SAM'S POV:
Deacon and I stood there, talking about the spirit and looking over the information Maddie had given him while Dean wen to the visiting center and talked to Maddie. How she was going to manage to get in without being recognized was beyond me.
Dean walked back into the room with a hard and pissed off face. "Uh, Dean, everything go okay?" I asked unsure and tilted my head in confusion.
"She is so dead when I get out of here," He grumbled and sat down next to us.
"What happened?" Deacon asked.
"She wasn't alone," Dean answered to Deacon and then looked over to me, "She was with Braden. That son of a bitch. She got chased out of here by the cops, someone recognized her."
"Well did she make it out?" I asked in utter worry.
"She got a good head start," Dean shrugged, as if he didn't care at this point if she was arrested.
"Whose Braden?" Deacon asked in confusion.
"Just some other hunter," I shook my head with a sigh, "Alright, let's focus on this for now," I pointed to the envelope, "And then we'll worry about that when we see her, okay?" I tried to get Dean to calm down, but when something was going on with one of us, there was no stopping his temper.
"What do you got?" Dean mumbled and wiped his hands over his face.
"Glockner died in the old cellblock after Moody bit it. Seems they had a little inmate uprising. She got caught in the middle. They dragged her to a solitary cell gave her a severe cerebral edema." I explained, reading the note.
"Bash her head in?" He asked. I nodded, "Jeez, does it say where she is buried?"
"Yep."
"Alright, then lets get you the hell out of here," Deacon sighed moving to the other side of the room.
"Don't worry, Deacon, we'll get rid of this thing," Dean assured.
Deacon removed a vent off the wall, "Good because I want it out of my prison," He walked back over to us and looked at us softly, "Boys, uh... I can't thank you enough for this. I know it was asking a lot but you still came through. Your daddy raised you right."
"Well, we owed you," I nodded and looked up to him. I saw Dean look at me. Yeah I was against this idea but with how close him and my dad were, after having a lot of time to think in the lonely jail cell, I come to realize that he really owe him this one.
"Yeah," Deacon smiled and pulled my into a hug. When we pulled apart, he did the same to Dean. "I hope to see you two again, huh? And your sister if she is still alive by that time," He gave a smirk over to Dean. "Just not in here, okay?"
"Yeah, we'll do our best," I grinned, but seriously meant it. Who knows when the next time will be we land ourselves in jail.
We made our way across the room to the open vent. Dean stopped and looked back at Deacon, "Oh where do you want it?"
"What?" Deacon asked. Dean smiled and Deacon understood. "Yeah um…" He pointed to his cheek. Dean nodded and raised his hand to punch him, but Deacon stopped him, "Make it look real, son." Dean nodded and clocked him one on the right cheek. That way when Deacon tells the cops he escaped, it will look more believable so they don't think he let us out of here.
We crawled through the small space that the air vent gave and found our way outside. The cold air produced growing goose bumps on our skin and our breath an airy grey. We climbed over the prison fence and to where the Impala was parked, just where Deacon said it would be.
"Oh, man are you a sight for sore eyes," Dean grinned at his car. He ran his hand along the Impala. We got in the car and took off our prison jackets. "You know I almost wish I could see Henriksen's face," Dean shook his head.
I looked at him incredulously, "Really? 'Cause I'd be happy if I never saw him again. We're not really out of the woods yet, Dean, you know?" We shrugged on our own jackets over the ugly orange jumpsuits.
"Yeah," Dean agreed and started the car.
"Do you think Maddie made it out okay?"
"Probably. I don't know how she does it but she manages to doge almost every single cop around. Call her just to be sure," I pulled out my cell and dialed her number. "You know she knew the dude who kept fighting me?" I looked at him in surprise, "They were buddies." She confirmed.
"Does that honestly surprise you?" I ask him while listening to the ring, growing more and more nervous as she didn't answer.
"I really wish it would," Dean sighed and pulled out of the parking lot. I could see right through Dean. He was really having a hard time controlling Maddie and I think it was starting to take a toll on him. I think it scared the crap out of him. He was always able to tell her what to do, who not to talk to, and where to always go. Now, she was getting older and her personality was changing. I think Dean thought if he couldn't tell her what to do, she would fall into a lot of danger.
The prison alarmed sounded. Red lights flashed, indicating someone had escaped which would be us. "Let's get the hell out of here." Dean zoomed out of there.
Thankfully, Maddie answered. I told her to meet us at the graveyard since it wasn't too far. She said she was going to be late since she had no car, and when I asked what happened to Braden she said she didn't want to talk about it. She sounded annoyed.
When we pulled into the graveyard, Dean and I changed into normal clothes. We grabbed bags and shovels from the trunk and used our flashlights to try and find the nurse's grave.
We finally found the grave and shined our flashlight on the tombstone. 'Dolores Glockner 1934-1976' the tombstone read. Dean and I began digging knowing we didn't have much time, since the cops can show. We occasionally popped our heads out of the hole looking for Maddie.
A few minutes after we finished, she finally showed, waving her flashlight all over the place trying to look for us. I shined mine in her face, one to show her where we were, and two, I got joy out of it. She lifted her arm to cover her eyes. "Alright, asshole I get it." She yelled to me and trudged over.
"What crawled up your ass?" Dean asked.
"I'll explain later," She sighed.
"What happened to your face?" My eyes grew when I saw the cut. She gave me the meanest look and I nodded, "Right, you'll explain later, got it."
She rolled her eyes and looked into the empty coffin. Dean mouthed to me when she wasn't looking 'time of the month'. I could only roll my eyes. I knew that wasn't it because when she was on her period, she was down right evil and me and Dean knew to stay away.
Maddie shook her head and laughed out with no emotion, "You thought we were screwed before?"
"Yeah, I know, we have got to go deep this time." Dean nodded.
""Deep"?" I repeated with narrow eyes, "Dean, we should go to Yemen."
"Oh, Im not sure we have to go that deep," Dean cringed and we walked back to the car after watching the fire burn out on the corpse.
We drove for hours and hours, trying to get as far away as possible. We all fell asleep at least once. Dean and I rotated driving so he could get some shut eye.
Several days later, we decided to hang low and try not to look for any hunts for a little bit, just in case any of them would get us in trouble. Dean and I had yet to talk to Maddie about what had gone on when we were in jail. Dean was still mad that she was with Braden, but there something else had gone on. Ever since we got out, She had been quiet, always avoiding direct questions, and just keeping to herself more than normal. She barely used sarcastic remarks, fought back, or smiled.
"Hey, Madds?" Her head shot up when I said her name. Dean gave me a glance and sat up straighter in his chair knowing where this was going, "Uh can we talk for a sec?"
"Like all of us?" She raised her eyebrows. We nodded. She sighed and sat up straight, "Alright, hit me."
"Okay, we can start with you waving your gun around like a lunatic last week," Dean said, "Or using the EMF meter in the middle of the night for no good reason."
"I saw something in the mirror. It's face…it's face was so ugly looking yet glowing beautifully. It was outlined like a human but had no human like features. It was something that's indescribable, and it was just staring me down. I saw it twice. The first time, you found me using the EMF meter, the second time I was more on edge and whipped out my gun on instinct. Whatever I saw was not in the room."
Dean looked at me as if I had an answer. I cleared my throat and looked at her. She sat there waiting, "Uh, Have you seen this thing in your nightmares? You've been having so many of them. You know, maybe it's just your mind playing tricks on you."
She shook her head, "No cause all my dreams and night terrors have to do with Azazel and his creepy yellow eyes."
"He's in every single one?" Dean asked, skeptically.
"Yeah, he's always hurting me physically or mentally. One night was so graphic that it felt so real. It was like Sam's vision. He killed you though and then killed me."
I grew tense as she informed us that she saw the vision too. Except, in my vision, Dean was never killed, he just wasn't there. That vision replay in my mind all the time and I always try to shake it off but I can never seem to do it.
"Was it like the time after the accident? You saw him when you were in your coma and he would hurt your spirit, but on your actual, physical body, there would be bruises." I crossed to the other side of the room and pulled a chair away from the table and straddled it.
"I wake up clean everyday, but there is something you should know," She looked to Dean, "It has to do with Braden."
"I swear to god if you're going to tell me your pregnant—"
"Dean!"
"I swear I'll march over to him right now, swipe his balls off with a toe nail, and spoon out his eyes and feed them to the fishes."
"Dean," I warned.
"I don't like him." He stated as if we didn't already know that. I rolled my eyes.
"Would you shut up and listen to me?" Maddie stood up, and her eyes grew more serious. She took a deep breath and began, "Another demon ambushed me the night you two left for your hunt. Damn thing hitched me one in the cheek. She said something things before she tried to kill me."
"What did she say?" I asked, not realizing how much she had went through in of days.
"She said I have no idea what I'm capable of and that I'm a danger to her kind. She wouldn't tell me any more cause she said the less I knew, the better." She walked a little closer to us and sat on the foot of the bed. "I was two seconds away from dying, but Braden had seen the whole thing and stood in the background, doing an exorcism quietly to himself. He finished just in time and the demon left the body it had been possessing. She didn't even know she was being dragged out of her body…I didn't know that was possible."
"Neither did I squirt," I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"There's more," She said quietly, "Braden came back to the room and helped me clean up. I, of course, started asking questions. How'd he know where I was, why was he here, etc. He gave me information I wish he had never spoke."
"What?" Dean asked. He was just as nervous as I was. It was crazy to know that the person we live with and hang around with every single day had so many problems and conflicts we didn't know about. It scared me to be quite honest.
She told us that Bobby had sent him to keep an eye on her since Dean and I could be so heedless sometimes. Also, hunters across the country are being killed left and right and Braden thinks that the last hunter is always at the last place we had settled in.
"Well that cant mean anything, right?" Dean looked around hoping to get an answer he would like.
"Like just a coincidence? Dean, it sounds like demons are killing innocent people trying to find me." Maddie said with a certain sadness in her voice.
Dean looked over at me for help. "We'll look into it, alright? First we need to find out why demons want you dead in the first place and we'll take it from there. I mean if we get that information we can play off of it."
"God, what's wrong with me," Maddie threw her head into her hands, rested her elbows against her thighs, and squeezed her eyes tight.
"Oh come now, Jail bait," Dean went into big brother mode and moved to sit down next to her. "Nothing is going to get to you. We just need to dig further, that's all."
"I wish dad was here," She said and it made us both freeze. Dean gave me a sorrowful look and glanced down at Maddie, "He would always know what to say, cause he always had answers." There was a pause, "It really makes you wonder what knowledge he died with without telling anyone—even us."
Silence filled the room after that statement as we all thought about what she just said. Dad was a man of many secrets, knowledge, and even stubbornness. Whatever the thought was right, was right. Whatever he didn't want to share, was for the best, when in reality—it might have not been.
For example, he told Dean that he would have to kill me cause supposedly I was going to kill Maddie. Dad had to know more about that or else he would have never told Dean cause it's just down right crazy talk. But he never told Dean, or anyone for that matter, extended information. So now, we were just in a pile of mess. It makes you wonder how much safer our lives would be right now if our father was still alive.