March 12th - March 18th, 2007

We took a few days off to let Sam relax after everything that had happened with Madison. He hadn't stopped searching for a new case the entire time, though, and eventually, he stumbled across one.

An actress had found a man bloody and wedged in between some rafters on a movie set. Rumors were flying around that the set was haunted, kind of like "Poltergeist," bad things just kept happening. Sam was convinced it was caused by something supernatural, so Dean agreed to go. I, on the other hand, did not want to because it was in... California. To be specific, the case was in Hollywood, which was only fifteen minutes away from my mom's town.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked as he picked up his phone.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

He lowered the phone. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I said I would give it a try."

"All right." Sam dialed the number and then put the phone up to his ear. (...) "Hi, this is Sam Winchester..." (...) "Yeah, I'm calling you back 'cause Maddison's still interested in meeting you." (...) "Well, here's the thing... we are actually leaving for California tonight for a case." (...) "Yeah, we should be passing by in the morning. We'll be staying for a few days." (...) "Oh, awesome. Just text me the address, and we'll see you tomorrow." (...) "All right. You too." He hung up. "Well, we're gonna see her tomorrow."

"What did she say?" I asked.

Sam shrugged. "Well, she said if you wanted. You could visit with her during the day while we are working."

"Well, if that's the case. Make sure you have your knife on you," Dean said.

"Dean, what the hell?" Sam asked irritated.

"We don't know this woman. She could be crazy," Dean said.

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Way to build up her confidence," Sam said.

"I'm not trying to make her nervous. It doesn't hurt to be prepared," Dean said.

"You know damn well that if we thought for a second, she would hurt Maddison, we wouldn't leave her there," Sam said.

"Yeah, I know. People can be deceptive," Dean said.

Sam just stared.

Dean shrugged. "You can stare at me all you want. I'm not agreeing to this visit unless she brings some kind of protection."

As we pulled into the driveway of a big beautiful house in a well-manicured neighborhood, my heart started pounding, and I felt sick to my stomach.

I took a deep breath. "Okay, I change my mind. I want to help out with the case."

Sam turned to me. "She's expecting us. We can't just leave now."

"I know. I'm kinda freaking out though," I said, nervously looking up at the house.

Dean looked at me in the rear-view mirror. "Maddi, it's okay. We'll be with you when you meet her... and if you decide after that you don't want to stay, you can come with us."

I nodded at him.

"Okay, you're making me a little nervous," Sam said, "You're stark white. Here." He picked up his water bottle and handed it to me. "Have some water and take a deep breath."

I took the water, took a sip, and then inhaled and exhaled slowly.

Sam nodded. "Okay. Are you ready?"

I nodded, and then Sam and Dean got out of the Impala. I went for the door handle, but my body just froze. I had never been so afraid in my life, and I battled death and injury on a regular basis. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me.

Dean opened my door. "You coming?"

I looked up at him and then nodded hesitantly.

He held his hand out to me. "Come on."

I took his hand, and he helped me out of the car. He closed my door and then gestured for me to walk ahead of him. I grabbed his hand, causing him to smirk, and then he and Sam walked up to the front door with me.

Sam looked down at me. "Ready?"

"Yeah," I said quietly.

Sam pressed the doorbell. With every passing second, I felt my heart beat faster, but once the door opened, it was like time stopped.

I watched as a beautiful woman appeared in the doorway. It was the same woman from my picture. She barely looked any older, except her hair was a little different, and she wore more makeup.

Everything sounded muffled and like it was all in slow motion until Sam lightly patted my shoulder. "And this is Maddison."

My mom looked down at me and smiled brightly. "Hello, beautiful."

I smiled back. "Hi."

"Well, come on in." She waved for us to follow her into the house.

We followed her into the living room and then sat down on the couch.

My mom just stared at me for a moment. "Oh god, I don't even know where to start." She looked up. "Well, let me start with how I met your dad." She looked at all of us. "It all started shortly after my mother..." She looked at me. "Your grandmother, Leanna... uh, she's right there, actually." She pointed to an end table. A picture of an older woman that had a rosary draped over it was leaning against a small fishbowl. "Well, even though I was my mother's only child, she rarely showed me any love, except for when I would bring a man around... no one was ever good enough for me in her eyes. So, long story short, after she passed, every man that I dated would either end up in a hospital or worse." She sighed. "That's when I met your dad. He helped me free my mother's spirit. At least that's what I like to call it." She blushed slightly. "I don't need to get into detail, but your father ended up staying in town for a few weeks after that."

"Hmm." Dean chuckled. "I don't remember that case, but I do remember there was a time that we just stayed put. Dad never really gave an explanation."

She smiled softly. "Yeah, I guess some things just need to be yours." She frowned slightly. "It was never an easy choice to give you up. I didn't always live like I do now. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified. I really didn't want you to be on the road with your father, but it just became my only option. At the time, I just didn't have the money to take care of a new baby. I wanted you to live a better life than I could've provided, and I knew that John had already raised two kids on the road." She sighed. "I just love you so much, I needed to give you up so you could live a better life. At first, I wasn't even going to tell your father because I thought it would be better for him, but then I realized I was selfish. So, I called him and asked him to meet me at a motel a few blocks away from where I was living at the time. I was planning on easing him into it, have him meet you first, and then see if he would take you. I got scared that it would all be too much, so I just brought you with me, and when he answered the door, I handed you to him, told him your name and your birthday. Then I just left, I knew it would be too hard to say goodbye." Tears formed in her eyes, and then she reached over and grabbed my hand. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry about all of this."

I started getting teary-eyed.

"Aw, sweetheart. Can I give you a hug?" she asked.

I stood up, and so did she, and then we embraced.

"I hope I can show you I'm not the monster you probably think I am," she said while rubbing my back. "I know that there is no way to recover all these years, but I hope if you decide to spend these next couple of days with me, that we will have some fun together." She pulled away and put her hands on my shoulders, looking down at me. "How does that sound?"

I just nodded.

She smiled and put her hand on my cheek. "Okay, how about I get everyone a drink?" She nodded to Sam and Dean and then walked off into another room.

I just kind of stood there. Her story made me feel unsatisfied. It made me feel a little better knowing it, but it just felt like an excuse. Dad never had a lot of money, and we never had a nice home, but he did everything he could to provide for us and take care of us. On top of that, he wasn't just taking care of one kid. He had to worry about three.

I wasn't happy with what she was saying, but she seemed nice, and I felt like I at least owed it to myself to finally figure out how I felt about my mom, so I was going to stay.

I felt someone grab my hand, and I turned around to see Sam holding it. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

I didn't say anything and just sat down in between my brothers again. Sam pulled me into a side hug and rubbed my shoulder. I rested my head against him.

Dean sat up and leaned over so he could look at me. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"I do want to though, it's just a lot," I said, "If you guys feel comfortable leaving me here, you can go whenever you want. I know you have a case to get to."

"You're more important than some case," Dean said.

"Really, I'm fine. I want to stay," I said.

My mom walked back into the room with a tray of waters and set it down on the coffee table. "So, would you guys like to go on a tour of the town?"

"Uh..." Dean stood up. "We actually have to get going."

My mom nodded. "Oh, right, you have a case."

Sam and I stood up.

"Yeah, we want to give you guys some time anyway," Sam said.

My mom put her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, I'm excited to get to know my girl."

Dean sighed, looking a bit awkward. "All right, kiddo, we'll be back later."

"Okay, you have to tell me everything," I said.

"Of course." Dean pulled me into a hug.

Sam did the same. "Have fun, okay?"

I nodded, and then my mom and I walked Sam and Dean to the door.

"Okay, so I have some plans for us today. I didn't want to do anything too crazy, so I picked out a movie that we can watch after dinner. And maybe we can play some games for a while. How does that sound?" she asked.

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that sounds good."

We walked back into the living room and sat down.

"So..." She sighed. "Tell me about yourself. What do you guys do? Have you been going to school?"

"Well, we do what my dad did. We hunt, so we're always traveling. I don't really have time to go to school, so I usually teach myself, or Sam sits down with me. He taught me how to read, actually. Now I usually just look things up and learn on my own," I explained.

"How's your dad doing?" she asked. "I'm surprised he didn't come with you."

I looked down. "Well, actually..." I never really had to say it out loud, so I started getting choked up. "He passed away."

My mom gasped. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry."

I nodded. "Yeah, it can be really hard sometimes. I miss him a lot. I'm just glad I have my brothers."

She nodded. "Well, speaking of your father. Let me show you some things he sent me a while ago." She got up and walked over to a desk. She rifled through it for a few seconds and then walked back over to the couch. She handed me pictures of me, from when I was young... well, younger.

"For a few years, he would send me pictures of you and letters telling me how you were doing. Eventually, he stopped, though. Probably because I wasn't returning letters. It just hurt too much to see my beautiful baby girl, but not be with her," she said, looking at the pictures sadly.

"I was a cute one," I joked, but then immediately regretted it. Dean always cracked jokes during uncomfortable situations, but it always somehow made it feel more awkward.

She laughed. "That is true. But you're my kid, how could you not be? Why don't you take them with you tonight? I'm sure your brothers would love to reminisce."

I laughed. "Yeah, they probably would. So, you said you wanted to play games?"

My mom nodded. "Yeah, I really only have cards, though." She shrugged. "We could play Go Fish or something."

I shook my head. "Nah, let's play something with a little more depth."

"Oh, yeah?" she asked, with a smirk.

"Yeah, let's play some poker." I smiled deviously.

We had spent a few hours playing poker, laughing, and joking around. I was feeling really good because it just felt comfortable to be with my mom. I was just happy, and we were both enjoying ourselves.

"Oh my god. I should probably start dinner," my mom said and started collecting the cards.

"What's wrong? Scared?" I joked.

"No way, but you are way better at poker than you should be." She laughed and then stood up and walked over to the kitchen. "So, I was planning on making steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. How does that sound?"

"That sounds amazing." I smiled.

"Great." She smiled and then got to work. "Why don't you go watch some TV for a bit?"

"Okay." I nodded and then walked off into the living room.

I sat down for a while and watched an episode and a half of some paranormal investigation show. It was awful but hilarious.

Once an amazing aroma hit me, I wandered back into the kitchen.

"That smells so good." I smiled. "I can't wait to have a homemade meal."

She laughed. "Yeah, I can imagine that you don't get many of those."

"I can honestly say, I've never had one," I said.

"Well, this one's ready," she said as she picked up two plates and carried them over to the table. "Have a seat."

I sat down across from her, and we started eating.

"This is..." I shoveled a few bites of food into my mouth. "Awesome."

My mom laughed. "Slow down. You're going to choke."

"Sorry..." A few bites of food. "I just haven't..." A few more bites. "Eaten this well in a while."

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." She smiled.

I smiled back and then finished off my plate.

"Have you ever watched the movie 'Hairspray'?" she asked. "Not the new one. That was trash."

I shook my head. "No."

"Oh, good. It's one of my favorite musicals." She smiled gleefully.

"Musical?" I frowned slightly.

"You don't like musicals?" she asked.

"Well, honestly. I've never watched one. I just know that Dean thinks they're annoying," I said.

"Well, he's a guy. What do they know?" She laughed.

"Hairspray" turned out to be a really cute movie. Basically, the moral of the story was to be confident in yourself and to accept others as they are. I was really happy that we enjoyed it together.

As the credits started rolling, my mom clicked the TV off. "So? What did you think?"

"It was really good." I smiled.

"See? What did I tell you?" She smiled.

I nodded. "I know, I know."

Then there was a knock on the door, and my mom got up to answer it. "Hey, boys. Come on in."

Sam, Dean, and my mom walked into the living room. I quickly got up, ran over to them, and tackled them in a hug.

Dean patted my back. "Hey, kiddo. You guys have fun?"

"Yeah." I smiled.

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" my mom asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, it looks like we will be here for a couple more days."

She looked down at me. "Do you want to come back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I would like to." I nodded.

She smiled and looked up at Sam and Dean. "Is that okay?"

"Of course." Sam smiled.

"All right. You ready?" Dean asked me.

I nodded.

"Okay, honey." My mom pulled me into a hug. "I'm so happy we got to spend the day together."

"Me too." I smiled, and then we pulled away.

She walked us to the door. "Okay, see you kids tomorrow."

Back at the motel, we set up our room and got ready for bed.

"So, tell me about the case," I said.

"First, you tell us about your day with your mom," Sam said.

"Case first, and then I'll talk," I said.

"It was kind of awesome." Dean smirked. "We were at the set of where they filmed 'Creepshow' and—"

"What? 'Creepshow,' really? That's awesome." I smiled.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, and we saw Matt Damon this morning."

"What?" I asked, excited.

Sam shook his head. "No, we already talked about this. That was a janitor."

"No, it was Matt Damon," Dean said.

"Why would Matt Damon be sweeping the studio?" Sam asked.

"Whatever." Dean scoffed. "Anyway, get this—"

"What?" I asked.

"The woman who found the dead guy, Frank Jaffey. Was Tara Benchley." Dean smiled.

"You mean, ' ' Tara Benchley? 'Ghost Ship' Tara Benchley?" I asked, shocked.

"Yup," Dean said with a huge grin. "The worst part was that everyone thought we were PAs."

"What's a PA?" I asked.

"They are kinda like slaves," Sam said.

I furrowed my brow. "Oh."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, we basically had to serve people and get them whatever they wanted. But they did have really good food out for everyone. Like, oh, Maddi, they had these mini Philly cheesesteak sandwiches." He sighed. "They were delicious."

Sam laughed. "Yeah, anyway. We ended up finding out four people died pretty tragically there over the past eight years. Two suicides and two fatal accidents."

"Okay, so vengeful spirit?" I asked.

Sam nodded. "That's what we thought at first, but when we looked into Frank Jaffey, he turned out to actually be—"

"Gerard St. James," Dean said excitedly.

I looked at them wide-eyed. "What?! Gerard St. James is dead? We can never watch 'Critters 3' again, Dean. It just won't be the same."

Dean laughed. "No, he's not dead. We went to talk to him. Turns out, the studio hired him to play a dead guy."

I shook my head. "Why?"

"Apparently, rumors of a haunted film set is free publicity. Especially when they are making a horror movie," Sam said.

"That's a little messed up." I shrugged. "But it doesn't seem like anything supernatural is actually happening. So, why go back?"

Dean nodded. "Well, when I talked to Tara—"

"Wait. You got to talk to Tara Benchley?" I asked.

Dean laughed. "Yeah, but listen to this. When she saw the dead body, she said there was a ghostly figure standing next to it."

"So, we're going back to make sure that whatever spirits are there. Aren't going to get stirred up from the fake dead body and the shooting of a horror movie," Sam said.

I nodded. "Okay, that makes sense. All right... my turn. We honestly didn't do that much, but it was still fun to just hang out. We played poker, and then she cooked us a steak dinner. We watched 'Hairspray,' that was really good. And oh..." I pulled out the pictures my mom had given me. "Look at these."

Dean picked up a picture of me as a toddler. "Aw, this is when you were nuts. You were what three?"

"What?" I laughed.

"Yeah, ever heard of the terrible twos?" Sam asked.

Dean laughed. "Yeah, we skated through that age. When you hit three, you were a monster..." He shook his head. "Dad and I had half a mind to bring you on hunts. We were sure you'd send whatever we were hunting running in the other direction."

Sam picked up another picture. "And this one, when you were around six. You were the most stubborn person I had ever met, besides Dean."

I laughed. "Really?"

Sam nodded. "I remember one night. You kept asking Dean to color with you."

Dean laughed. "Oh, yeah. I remember that."

"I can't remember why, but he kept telling you that he would, but you just needed to wait. That wasn't good enough for you and the last time he told you that. You looked him dead in the eyes and called him a bitch." Sam laughed.

I laughed. "Seriously?"

Dean nodded. "Oh, yeah. We all choked back laughter." He pointed to the picture. "I mean, look at that face." He shook his head. "Never expected that to come out of your mouth."

Sam laughed. "So, Dad put you in the corner and told you that you were in time out until you apologized."

"You refused to apologize to the point that you ended up falling asleep in time out that night." Dean smirked.

"That's honestly hilarious. I can't believe I've never heard that story." I laughed.

Sam nodded. "It's a good one."

The next morning, the boys dropped me off at my mom's house. We said our goodbyes, and then they left.

"So, I was thinking that today... I wanted to take you to a restaurant called Fig & Olive in West Hollywood," my mom said.

"Okay, that sounds interesting," I said.

"Yeah, but I also wanted to make it a girl's day out. So... if you're up for it. I was thinking we could have a makeover." She smiled brightly.

"Uh, oh. What do you have planned?" I asked.

"Well, every girl should go get their nails done at least once in their life. I also wanted to maybe do your make up. And take you clothes shopping for tonight. I think it'll be fun. I hope you think so too," my mom said with a smile.

"Okay, what are we doing first?" I asked.

She smiled. "Let's go shopping and then get our nails done."

While we were out, my mom brought me to a nice clothing shop. It wasn't anything that I was used to, but she picked out a bunch of dresses for me to try on.

She slipped another dress over the door of my dressing room. "Here, try this one too."

"I think I'm just gonna go with the black one," I said.

"But that was the first one. You've tried on at least ten since then," my mom complained.

"I liked that one the most," I said.

"Okay, put it back on. Let me see it again," she said.

I slipped the dress back on. There wasn't anything special about it. It was just a comfortable black dress. I liked it the most 'cause it was simple and easy to wear. I stepped out of the dressing room.

She looked up and down at the dress. "Ya know. You're right. That one is the best for you. It fits your personality, plain and simple."

I furrowed my brow, not knowing exactly what she meant by that.

My mom grabbed my hands. "Okay, next step is to get these nails fixed. Go ahead and get changed."

I stepped back into the dressing room and changed. I opened the door and started grabbing the dresses we didn't want.

My mom stepped forward and grabbed the dresses out of my hands, and hung them back in the room. "We are going to leave those here. We want people to get paid for something." She grabbed my hand and led me out into the store, grabbing a pair of black flats as we passed by. "These should fit you, but we will have to get pedicures now too."

After checking out, we walked down the road to a nail salon. My mom instructed the women on what we wanted to be done, and then they got to work. One of the women guided me over to a large chair above a small tub of water. She instructed me to put my feet in the water, and then she started giving me a foot massage and painted my toenails.

While she was doing that, another woman came over and started clipping and painting my fingernails. It was weird because I had never been pampered this much, but I was enjoying myself, so I put my head back and relaxed.

After finishing at the nail salon, my mom drove us home and took me up to her room. She sat me down in front of a giant vanity and started playing with my hair.

"We have to tame this mess," she said as she brushed through my hair.

She sprayed something in it and continued brushing. Eventually, I was left with curly hair, but no frizz.

She spun me around. "You have beautiful eyes and eyelashes, but let's make them nicer. Have you ever used mascara?"

I shook my head. "Nope, never."

"Okay." She pulled out a weird device from one of the drawers in the vanity. "Look up, okay?"

I did what she said, and then she started to put the device near my eye, so I flinched.

My mom laughed. "This is an eyelash curler. This will only work if you trust me."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded and then looked up and stayed still. She curled my eyelashes and then put mascara on them.

When she was done, she reached over and picked up a tube of lipstick. As she unsheathed it, I spotted how dark the red lipstick was, and I wasn't excited.

She leaned forward and put the lipstick on her lips, and then she looked down at me. "I was going to put this on you, but it's too dark for your complexion. Plus, you have nice rose-colored lips already." She smiled at me. "Okay, go put your dress on."

I ran into the bathroom and threw my dress on. When I was done, I walked back into my mom's bedroom.

She looked up at me after I entered. "Aw see. You look beautiful. So much better than those boy clothes."

I smiled, even though I felt like that was a little bit rude.

After my mom finished getting ready, we left for the restaurant.

Once we arrived at Fig & Olive. We were seated right away because my mom had made reservations.

After we were seated, I looked over the menu nervously... it was all French. I barely recognized anything on the menu, and what I did recognize, I didn't want anything to do with... like octopus, for example.

Finally, I spotted a steak dish and decided that I was just going to get that.

"Welcome to Fig & Olive," our waiter said as he arrived at the table. "Are you ready to order?"

My mom cleared her throat. "Yes, we will both get the same."

My eyes widen slightly, now concerned about what I was going to end up eating.

"First course, we will have the Truffle Mushroom Croquette. Second course, the Chicken Paillard. And for the third course, we will have the Chocolate Pot de Crème. Oh, and two waters please," she said and then looked at me. "How does that sound?"

"Good." I smiled, still unsure about what was just ordered.

"Thank you, Madame. I will put that in for you right away," our waiter said and then walked away.

About fifteen minutes later, the waiter walked back out with our food. After he placed our food in front of us, he turned to walk away.

"Um, excuse me..." my mom said.

Our waiter turned back to us. "Yes, Madame?"

My mom picked up her fork. "Could you bring us new silverware. These are all smudged. See?" She held the fork up to him.

"Oh, yes. My apologies," he said and then turned to walk away.

My mom rolled her eyes. "Hold on."

Our waiter turned back to the table. "Yes, Madame?"

"Our waters?" she asked.

"Oh, yes. They will be right out," our waiter said and then quickly left our table.

My mom looked at me. "What is it? His first day?"

I chuckled uncomfortably and shrugged.

A few minutes later, our waiter walked back over to us with our waters. Unfortunately, before he reached our table, he tripped and dropped his tray, sending our water crashing to the floor.

My mom gasped. "Oh my god. You have got to be kidding me. That shattered glass could've hit my daughter and me. This is ridiculous!"

"Madame. Madame. I am so sorry," the waiter said, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

"I want to see a manager!" my mom demanded.

After speaking to the manager and insisting that our food be comped, the manager agreed very willingly. Then my mom and I ate our meal in silence.

Once we finished eating, we drove back to the house and pulled into the driveway at the same time Sam and Dean did.

"You look nice," Dean said as we got out of our cars.

"Yes, she does. She looks beautiful," my mom said.

After I got changed, Sam, Dean, and I left.

"Today was interesting," I said.

Dean looked at me in the rear-view mirror. "Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"We went shopping and got our nails done. And then went to a fancy restaurant. I could barely read the menu," I said.

"That sounds like fun." Sam smiled back at me.

I smiled. "So, how was your day?"

"When we got there. This guy, Brad, actually died on set," Dean said.

"Something really is going on then?" I asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, looks like it. Brad died in the middle of a shoot. He dropped through the ceiling of the set with a rope around his neck."

I raised my eyebrows. "Wow."

Dean nodded. "That happened last night. They had a moment of silence at breakfast for him and then went on their way."

"Dean ended up making some PA friends and found some EVP on some of the film audio," Sam said, "So, we watched the footage of Brad's death, and we found a spirit on it."

"Turns out, her name was Elise Drummond," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "A starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

"That's horrible," I said.

Dean looked at me in the rear-view mirror. "Yeah, so we're headed to the cemetery."

Once we pulled into the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, we grabbed shovels and made our way through it.

"Which way?" Sam asked.

Dean looked at his map. "Uh... over here." He pointed, and then we continued walking until he called to us. "Hey."

"Yeah," Sam asked, but when we turned around, Dean was pointing to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here," Dean said.

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Sam asked.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean scolded, and then we passed by another large memorial. "Oh, that's cool."

"Ya know, Dean, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, ya know? Why this movie?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick."

Sam shook his head. "Come on, is it really that scary?"

Dean stopped in front of a headstone. "Here we go."

Sam and I walked around in front of it to see the name Elise Drummond engraved into the headstone.

Sam nodded. "Yup. All right."

"Yahtzee." Dean smiled.

We started digging and eventually opened Elise's coffin. We salted and burned the bones and then made our way back to the motel.

The next morning, Sam and Dean dropped me off at my mom's again.

"This is for you." My mom smiled as she handed me a one-hundred-dollar bill.

I looked up at her completely confused. "What's this for?"

"I'm taking you to a candy shop today. I thought it would be fun." She smiled.

After my mom finished getting ready, we left for the candy shop. When we walked in, I was completely in shock. There was candy everywhere. It looked like what I imagined the witch's house from Hansel and Gretel looked like.

"Oh my god." I looked around.

"Yeah, get anything you want. Just be careful." She poked my stomach. "You're looking a little puffy." She laughed.

I smiled uncomfortably. Even though I knew she was wrong, that comment made me feel really weird.

I decided to just search around the candy shop. I picked out a few chocolates for the boys and me and then went up to the register.

"That's all you want?" my mom asked.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Okay." She smiled.

After the cashier checked me out, I still had about eighty dollars left over. As we walked out, I handed the change to my mom.

"Oh, no, sweetheart. That's yours. Keep it." She smiled.

"Wow. Thank you." I smiled.

"You're welcome," she said as we exited the shop and turned the corner.

"Miss... could you spare some change?" A homeless woman rattled a can at us.

My mom laughed. "Yeah, right. You're disgusting. Go get a job!"

I suddenly felt nothing but anger. I could not believe she would say that to someone, let alone someone in need.

As my mom continued walking, I turned to the woman and handed her my bag of candy and put the eighty dollars in her can.

The woman's eyes welled with tears. "Oh, gosh. Thank you. Thank you so much." She grabbed my hand and kissed it. She held my hand to her cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I smiled and then quickly ran up to my mom before she realized I had drifted behind.

"Oh, god. Some people are just so lazy," she said.

I shrugged. "We don't know her story."

My mom looked down at me with an annoyed expression but didn't say anything.

Once we made it back to the house, my mom put a "low fat, low carb" lasagna in the oven.

After it was finished, she cut us each a slice, and then we sat down and started eating. I realized that the lasagna was a little bland, and my mom must've too because she put some salt and pepper on hers.

As I reached for the salt and pepper, my mom cleared her throat. "Could you not? I worked really hard on that. It's delicious how it is. Thanks"

I stopped reaching for the salt and pepper and then went back to eating. We didn't talk much, but once we were done eating, she asked me to do the dishes. I did without argument.

Once I had finished, I walked into the living room and sat next to my mom on the couch.

"Could you pour me a glass of wine?" my mom asked, immediately after I sat down.

"Uh, yeah." I stood up.

"It's in the fridge, on the bottom shelf." My mom smiled at me in a way that almost made me feel like she wanted me to be annoyed or bothered by what she was doing.

After I brought out her wine, I sat on the couch as far away from her as I could. We watched some weird show called 'Real Housewives' until Sam and Dean came to pick me up.

Back at the motel, the boys told me about the craziness of their day.

"So, when we got there, we were hoping that last night would've taken care of the haunting," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "But one of the crew had been pulled into a giant fan and killed."

"That's horrible," I said.

"So, we found out that an electrician named Bill Beard had died the same way back in '66. When we did some research, we found that he had been cremated," Sam explained.

I nodded.

"While we were watching the movie footage back to see if we could find anything else on them. We realized that they were using a real necromantic summoning ritual for the movie," Sam said.

"So, they were bringing the spirits back without even realizing?" I asked.

"Well, we weren't sure. So, we went and talked to Marty, the writer. It turns out that he wasn't the original writer. A man named Walter was the original, but they changed everything on him," Dean said.

"So, we read the original script and realized that Walter's movie script was actually pretty good, but also extremely accurate," Sam said.

"Did Walter try to take revenge or something?" I asked.

Sam nodded. "When we went to confront Walter, he was using Billy Beard's spirit to drag Marty into a fan."

"Walter explained that he was angry that the studio had taken something he worked on and changed it completely. So, he was using the spirits to kill the people he hated," Dean said.

"But how?" I asked.

Sam sighed. "Well, he had a talisman that controlled the spirits. Unfortunately, when I was trying to convince him to give me the talisman, he smashed it on the floor."

"That was stupid." I rolled my eyes.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, he freed the spirits, but then they took their revenge on him for making them murder."

"Now that it's all taken care of, are we leaving tomorrow?" I asked.

"We wanted to go back one more time to make sure everything had been taken care of," Sam said.

I frowned. "Oh."

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Can I just stay here tomorrow?" I asked.

"Why? Did something happen?" Dean asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, she just acted different today. Like she was just kind of awful to people. Then when we got home and finished dinner, she made me do the dishes. Which was fine, but after I was done. I went to join her on the couch, and as soon as I sat down, she asked me to get up and pour her a glass of wine. It was just really weird today." I sighed. "I started to feel like this yesterday. She just makes weird comments and is kind of a mean person. I don't really want anything to do with her."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and then at me.

"I think that maybe you should just give it the last day," Sam said softly.

Dean shook his head. "Come on, Sam..."

"Dean, we aren't gonna be long, and if there is a chance that this visit can end positively with her mom... I would like that to be what she remembers," Sam said.

I furrowed my brow. "But I—"

"Ya know what? Maybe he's right," Dean said, "I'd rather you leave happy with this visit. And if you need us, we're only a phone call away."

I sighed and shrugged. "I guess you're right."

After I said goodbye to the boys the next morning, my mom led me into the kitchen.

"I made you some breakfast." She smiled.

"Okay." I nodded and then sat down at the table

She set the plate of pancakes down in front of me and then sat in the chair across from me. I felt uncomfortable, though, because she didn't have her own plate, and she was just staring at me.

"Are you going to eat too?" I asked.

My mom shook her head. "Oh no, I had a protein shake this morning. I try to avoid food like this." She smiled.

"So, what are we doing today?" I asked as I took a bite.

"I just thought we could watch some movies and play some games," she said.

I nodded. "That sounds fun." I took another bite and then sipped some milk.

"How is it?" she asked.

"It's really good. Thank you." I smiled.

"Anything for you, sweetie." She smiled.

As I continued to eat, my stomach started to hurt, and I was getting nauseous. I stood up.

"What's wrong? You still have half a plate of food," she said.

"I just need to use the bathroom," I said, but as I started to walk, my vision became blurry, and I lost my footing. Once I hit the floor, I closed my eyes, and I was out.

When I came to, I had been tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. My mom was pacing in front of me.

She looked over at me. "Aw, you're finally awake, sleepyhead." She smiled.

I furrowed my brow at her, wondering what the hell was going on.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. I have my reasons... Azazel told me that if I brought you here. The demons would take you away, and he and I would finally be together forever."

I shook my head. "What? Who's Azazel?"

Renee laughed. "Who's Azazel? Yellow eyes? Demon? Ring any bells? Yeah, it's crazy to think that we would be together, but..." She sighed. "The things you do for love."

"Is this a joke, or are you completely insane?" I asked.

Renee stepped forward and slapped me across the face. "No. What's completely insane is being in love with a man who cares about your kid more than you." She shook her head. "I mean, are you kidding me? Look at me... he should've been obsessed, but no, not when you were around."

I shook my head. "What are you talking about?"

Renee sighed. "When I was pregnant with you, I met a sweet man named Michael. We met at the market, and he asked me out on a date. I was shocked because..." She rolled her eyes. "You made me so fat." She shrugged. "But I was smitten and of course agreed to go. One date led to several more, and then he eventually moved in. After you were born, you were his pride and joy. At first, I was happy because I barely had to lift a finger to take care of you. But after a while, he started to call you special." Her face turned red. "I wanted to be special! I wanted him to love me. So, I decided to get rid of you."

As she told her long obnoxious story, I was getting closer and closer to unsheathing my knife from the back of my jeans.

She shrugged. "At first I was just going to smother you in your crib, but I decided against it. If I got caught, I would be put in prison and never see Michael again. Then I remembered that John had given me his number before he left. I called him to meet me at some motel. He agreed, so I gave you to him. I figured if you weren't around and with someone who was hard to track down, Michael could focus his attention on me. But once he realized you were gone, he hated me, and he left."

I furrowed my brow. "So, why am I here?"

"A few days after you called me, Michael came back. He told me everything that Azazel is his true name and that he's a demon. At first, I didn't believe him, but then he shows me his beautiful yellow eyes." Renee's eyes sparkled like she was completely in love. "He said he needed you for his plan, he refused to go into detail, but he said that if I brought you here and let his demons take you away. That he would finally be with me."

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Renee turned excitedly. "Oh, that must be them..." She turned and walked into the other room. "Where's Azazel?" she asked.

I finally got my hand on my knife and turned it to start cutting my ropes.

"He had to run a few errands. He will be here for you soon," a man said.

As footsteps started getting closer, I was becoming nervous because I was losing grip on my knife. Millions of thoughts started running through my mind. How could this be happening? What if I never see Sam and Dean again? What does the yellow-eyed-demon want with me? Where are his demons going to take me? I started to tear up as Renee and a man walked into the kitchen.

Renee stepped forward and wiped a tear away. "Don't do that. It's ugly."

"Oh, shut up." The man slit Renee's throat, and her blood spurted all over me. "I've wanted to do that for a long time. I don't know what that crazy woman has told you. Azazel only wants you. We just needed her to lure you here alone. Azazel had his chance to raise you as his own, and she ruined that. You were going to be his perfect child." The man smiled, and his eyes went black. "With her out of the way and your idiot brothers not here to protect you, he wants to start over." He shrugged. "You're not a baby anymore, but you're still young and moldable. Personally... you're a Winchester, and I think we should kill all of you off. We got Mary. We got your dad. Why not you too. Azazel would kill me, but I guess I could take a few fingers..." He shrugged. "Maybe a toe. It wouldn't be exactly what I want, but it would be enjoyable..." He smiled. "For me."

I finally cut through my ropes, stabbed the knife into his neck, and pulled it back out, sending blood into the air. I was able to distract him long enough to run into the living room.

Then, I spotted the rosary draped over my grandmother's picture. I grabbed it and tossed it into the fishbowl behind the picture.

Once the demon ran into the living room, I splashed the water on him, and he started to sizzle and scream.

I ran upstairs and into Renee's room, grabbing her horrible dark red lipstick. I ran back into the hallway and pulled an area rug away so I could quickly draw the devil's trap that I had seen my brothers and Bobby draw several times before.

Once I was done, I laid the rug back over the trap and hid behind Renee's bed.

Moments later, I heard loud footsteps running up the stairs. I crossed my fingers, hoping that I had remembered every line and symbol of the devil's trap.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" the demon yelled.

I stepped out from behind the bed to see the demon standing within the trap I had created, unable to step out of it.

The demon shook his head. "Screw Azazel's plan. I'm going to kill you when I get out of here."

I stared at him, scared that he would pull what Meg did the last time we saw her.

"You know what he did to you, don't you?" the demon asked. "You're like Sam. When he found you, he made you one of his children. He wanted you to be his perfect one. He had the chance to raise you."

"Shut up," I said, not wanting to hear or believe what he was saying.

"What? Scared Dean's gonna find out you're a freak too?" the demon taunted.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

"Oh, give me a break. What are you going to do, little girl?" the demon asked.

I closed my eyes and thought for a minute, trying to remember all the times I had heard an exorcism recited in front of me. I opened my eyes, feeling confident. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio..."

"What are you doing?" the demon asked with a smile. "You really think this is going to work?"

"Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte, ut ecclesiam tuam secura, tibi facias libertate servire..." I continued.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" the demon yelled, now looking afraid.

"Te rogamus, audi nos!" I yelled, and then the demon looked up and screamed as black smoke escaped its mouth.

"Yes!" I yelled happily.

Then my heart sank as I watched the man drop to the floor, remembering that there was actually a human behind the demon. Blood gushed from his neck, and he clung to it desperately.

He looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Help..." He choked on blood. "Me..."

"No, no, no." I ran over to him, I took my flannel off and pressed it to his neck. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry." I cried.

"Help..." The man reached his bloody hand up and placed it on my arm. "Me..."

"It's okay, just preserve your energy," I said, tears streaming down my face.

The man coughed up more blood, and then his eyes glazed over, he loosened his grip on my arm, and his hand hit the floor.

"No!" I screamed. "Please..." I cried.

I let go and moved away from the body, sitting in the corner of the hallway. I put my arms around my knees and just stared at the man I had killed. Tears streamed down my face, but I was just silent. I was numb as the man's dead eyes stared at me.

I heard a knock on the door a while later, but I didn't move. Then the knocks turned into pounding, and then eventually, the door was broken down.

"Maddison!" Dean yelled.

"Oh, god, Dean! It's Renee!" Sam yelled.

"Maddison!" Dean yelled, more nervously.

Eventually, Sam and Dean ran up the stairs, and the rest was a blur after that.

Back at the motel, Dean sat me down on one of the beds. I just stared blankly ahead. Dean started pacing.

Sam ran into the bathroom, returning with a towel to wipe the blood off of my face. "Dean, I think she's in shock. Grab a blanket."

Dean walked over with a blanket and put it around me. I got up, pushing the blanket off, and then walked into the bathroom. I didn't look at either of them as I closed and locked the door.

Knock! Knock!

"Maddi, we will be right here if you need anything," Dean said.

I didn't say anything.

"I'm really worried, it's like she's here, but she's not," Sam said.

"I'm worried too, but what do you expect after that?" Dean asked.

I turned the shower on, plugged the drain, and climbed in, not bothering to undress. I sat down in the bottom of the tub, letting the freezing water run over my body.

As I looked down, I saw as the bottom of the tub filled with bloody water. The water began to rise, and as it engulfed me, the cold water numbed my body. I embraced it, and my eyelids started to grow heavy. I closed my eyes and let the memories of the day vanish.