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The three sat in a booth of the local town dinner, The Starlight. The entire restaurant had 50's theme, red checkerboard pattern throughout with pictures of old classic cars, records, hung on the walls while songs like "Hound Dog" were played in the background. It was a lot like other dinners', but slightly different in its own way. To Maggie, it was kind of like a second home. She had spent many afternoons in The Starlight as a kid and many late nights, as she grew older, studying for exams with a cup of coffee at her side. She had come to know the people in the dinner, especially the two owners, Wendy, and her husband, Paul. The couple was well into their fifties, and had become good friends with the Maggie over the years. Aside from Maggie stumbling in on her own, her dad too had grown to love the dinner, and the people in it.

She sat, staring out the window absently, contently breathing in and out, taking in the familiar-ness of the dinner. It calmed her nerves ever so slightly.

"Maggs!" A familiar voice rang out, shaking her from her thoughts. She looked over to see, Wendy walking over. Her red hair was pulled back into a taught bun, her steely blue eyes shinning brightly. She was dressed in her black apron for work. "How are you holding up sweetie?"

"Oh, I'm doing okay," Maggie replied, drawing in a shaky breath before smiling lightly. "And yourself?'

"Can't complain, Sweetie. Can't complain." She sighed. She then turned to Sam and Dean who were sitting across from Maggie in the booth. "And who are these handsome boys?"

Both Dean and Sam smiled, obviously pleased with her remark, but Dean just looked plain cocky, which made Maggie laugh lightly. "Friends of mine, this is, Sam, and Dean," She explained. "There here to help me with something."

"Nice to meet you boys. I'm Wendy," They all shook hands as Maggie looked on, a smile still upon her features. "I've known Maggie since she was a little girl. She grew up way too fast…" Wendy stated with a big smile, looking at Maggie. "Now, I believe you guys came in for some food," She said, pulling a pad and paper out of her apron. "What can I get for ya'll?"

"Um, I'll have the lunch special and a cup of strong black coffee." Dean spoke, closing his menu.

"Soup or salad with that hun?" Wendy asked.

"What's today's soup?"

"Cream of chicken, Minestrone, and Chicken noodle."

"Minestrone please." Dean responded, nodding.

"I'll have the same…" Sam added, he too closing his menu. Dean looked over at Sam and narrowed his eyes jokingly.

"You just have to be like your older brother, don't ya?" Dean teased. "See, you love me so much, you want to be just like me…"

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh give it a rest." Both Maggie and Wendy laughed lightly to themselves before Wendy turned to Maggie.

"And for you, Maggs?"

"Oh, I'll just have a cup of coffee, Wen." She returned.

"That's it?" Wendy questioned, raising an eyebrow. "You're too thin to eat nothing…I'll bring you a cup of soup." She smiled.

"Thanks."

"You're most welcome. I'll be right back with coffee." She stated, picking up all three menus and walking off across the dinner and into the kitchen, leaving the three alone again.

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When the food came to the table, both Sam and Dean dug into their food eagerly. Maggie on the other hand, took half spoonfuls of the chicken broth before dumping it back into the bowl. She continued staring deeply into the soup, as if she were hypnotized by it. Dean looked up from his plate and raised an eyebrow.

"Feeling okay?" He asked.

Maggie snapped out of her trance before looking up at him. His face was tanned, and beams of sunshine filtering in from the setting sun found their way in through the window shades, making his hazel eyes shine brightly. "Oh, I'm okay…just thinking…"

"About the thing that killed your dad?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," she sighed. "That and I'm so tired. I've been sleeping during the day and staying up all night, worried that thing would come back for me like it said he would."

"It said it was coming back for you?" Dean questioned quickly.

"Yeah…did I forget to mention that earlier?"

"Uh, yeah…you did," Dean said firmly, shaking his head. "That's exactly the kind of thing you need to tell us. You can't keep stuff like that to yourself."

"I'm sorry…" She said sheepishly.

"It's fine, just don't do it again." Dean replied gruffly before going back to eating.

Maggie frowned, feeling bad that she hadn't shared such an important detail with the brothers. They were there to help her after all…why wouldn't she tell them what that dreadful thing had said? Luckily, Sam quickly changed the subject, releasing the sudden tension.

"Did it say anything else to you before it vanished?" Sam asked, before eating a forkful of mashed potatoes.

"No, just that it was coming back for me." She replied, shaking her head.

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By the time the three arrived back at Maggie's little two bedroom house, the sky had been blanketed by darkness, and the air had become cool and moist. Crickets were starting to chirp loudly and the moon shone brightly above, the reflection shining off the river's edge, which lapped loudly as it ran downstream.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Maggie said, pausing to yawn as exited the back seat of the Impala.

"I don't think you should stay here tonight, you'd be safer if you got a room at the motel we're staying at." Dean suggested, he too, getting out of the Impala, followed by Sam.

"I'm a big girl. I think I can stay at my own house… I'm not going to let a demon or whatever the hell it is chase me out."

"It's not a good idea," Dean argued. "If you were attacked in the middle of the night, I don't know if we could make here in time."

"I used to hunt, I'll be fine…"

"Yeah, but if I remember correctly, you called us to help you…so I'm just letting you know I don't think it's smart for you to stay by yourself. And you haven't hunted in years; do you even have any weapons left?" Dean stated firmly.

She put her hands on her hips and huffed as she narrowed her eyes. She could already tell he was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with. "Well, no…but I've stayed here for the past two nights on my own. I'm not going to the motel… I'm staying at my house and that's final."

"Fine have your way…I'll give you a riffle loaded with rock salt. I don't even know if will repel whatever it is."

"Yeah, we'll check the house before we go too." Sam added as Dean went to the trunk and handed a gun to Maggie.

"Thanks guys." She said with a cocky smile, knowing she had won her battle. She took the gun from Dean before he closed the trunk, and they all headed into the house to check for anything that could be lurking in the darkness of the house.

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