Author Note: This particular storyline is coming to an end, so let me know what other adventures you want Maddy to go on with the Winchesters! :)

I sit in the back seat of the Impala and rest my head against the window, watching the trees blur as we fly across the highway to Bobby's house. I replay all of the events of the last 30 hours in my head, wincing as I remember the dead bodies of Sam and Dean. I must have fallen asleep because I wake up to Sam lightly shaking my shoulder, "Maddy, we made it to Bobby's."

I'm relieved to have slept soundlessly, with no visions or Winchester deaths. I get out of the car and stretch my arms over my head before grabbing my bag out of the backseat. When I turn around, Bobby is waiting in the doorway for us. I walk over to him and he takes my bag from me. "Hi, darlin'", he smiles, enveloping me in a big hug, "Nice to see you."

I give him a weak smile, "Nice to see you too Bobby."

I walk past him into the house while he goes out to the car to help Sam and Dean with the rest of our things. Even though I slept the entire drive, I still feel exhausted. Maybe it's mental or emotional exhaustion, I'm not sure, but the couch looks particularly inviting. I lay down and stare at the opposite wall in an attempt to distract myself from the images I've been tortured with. My eyes start to droop and soon I feel Sam pulling a blanket over me. I grab his hand before he walks away and sit up a little, so he can sit on the couch with me.

I lean into him, breathing in his scent, "I love you Sam, sorry if I've been a little distant today. I think I'm just… drained, I guess is a good word to describe it."

He cradles my head with his hand and rubs his thumb across my cheek, "I love you too. I can't even imagine what this is doing to you. I'm here for you, whatever you need." He kisses me on the forehead and pulls the blanket up around me, "Get some rest, we'll start researching this tomorrow."

My eyes are already closing, so I don't try and get him to stay with me. I feel him get off the couch and then walk into the kitchen where I hear beer bottles being opened.

Bobby is the first to speak, "Okay, now that we are face to face, what the hell is going on with her?"

Sam and Dean explain everything that has been happening with me. Bobby gasps when they describe what I saw in the hotel room, "No one, not even someone as brave as her, should be subjected to that. We need to hunt down these witches and kill those evil sons of bitches."

I faintly hear bottles clanging together as they silently agree to help me, but my mind starts to go blank as sleep takes hold of me.

I wake to the sounds of birds chirping outside the living room window, thankful for another dreamless sleep. I sit up, stifling a yawn, and then walk into the kitchen in search of some food. I'm surprised by the fact that no one is anywhere to be seen. "Sam?", I call, "Dean? Bobby?"

My appetite is forgotten, and I walk outside to see if they are out there but it's just junk cars for as far as the eye can see. I walk around the house, listening for any signs of life. I start to panic a little, what if the witches came here and abducted everyone? I try to calm my breathing as I circle back to the kitchen, but I stop short when I get there. Sam, Dean and Bobby are all sitting at the little table, completely silent. They look weird, too stiff and too pale. I try to be as brave as possible and walk over to where Bobby is sitting. I put my hand on his shoulder and give him a small shake. As soon as his body moves though, his head topples off his body and hits the floor, making me realize that they have been decapitated and put back together.

I give a small scream and jump back, jostling the table as I go. This causes Sam and Dean to lose their heads as well. I feel as if I'm going to either throw up or pass out as I back out of the kitchen and into the living room. As I back up, I trip over the coffee table and fall to the ground. I continue to inch backward until my back hits to sofa.

I take some deep breaths and realize what's happening, "This isn't real, this isn't real…" I chant to myself. I close my eyes tightly, "Please let this hallucination pass, please. I can't do this anymore." The kitchen door slams open and I look over to see Sam, Dean and Bobby, with guns drawn.

I get up shakily and join them in the kitchen.

"We heard screams, what happened!?" Dean asks, looking at my pale face and wobbling legs.

Sam hurries over to me before I fall and helps me sit down, "It happened again didn't it?" he asks as he sits in the chair where his lifeless body was just sitting.

I nod and look past him out the window where I see a man peeking out from behind one of the broken-down cars. I gasp, "Look! Out there! There's a guy behind that car!"

Dean turns quick and looks at the man, "Got you, you son of a bitch." He sprints outside, running after the man. Bobby runs after him while Sam stays with me, to make sure no one else is lurking around.

He turns to look at me with sad eyes, "What did you see? How did you know it wasn't real?"

"You three, sitting here," I point to the table, "completely decapitated." Sam shudders but I keep talking, "I came in here and no one was here but when I came back, here you three were." I breath in deeply, "I didn't know for sure, but I just kept telling myself it wasn't real. I went into the other room, hoping it would pass soon."

Before we can talk anymore, Dean and Bobby come bursting through the door. "He got away, but not before dropping this." Dean says, tossing a small book onto the table.

"Nothing useful in it," Bobby says, "but we might be able to use it in a tracking spell."

I perk up a little after he says this, "Do you really think that could work?" I ask, hope flooding into my voice.

He smiles, "I think so, let me get some stuff together."

He leaves the kitchen and walks over to his bookshelves. I smile at Sam who looks lost in thought and then look over at Dean, who has a funny look on his face. I know he wants to ask me how they died but doesn't want to make me think about it again.

"Decapitation." I say to him.

He looks startled, "What?"

I laugh a little, "That's how you died. I could tell you wanted to ask."

He smiles, "You know me too well. That seems like a hell of a way to get ganked."

"Trust me, it was horrible." I say, grabbing Sam's hand, "Can we move to the living room? I don't really want to sit at your guys' fake murder scene anymore."

We all move to the living room and watch Bobby mix things together in a large bowl. He sets up a map with an odd pendulum sitting over it. "Okay," he says, "It's ready, hand me the book."

I hand him the little black book and take a step back, feeling Sam's arm wrap around me. This comforts me, and I wrap my arm around him too. Bobby sets the book into the bowl with the other ingredients and starts chanting in Latin, finishing off the chant by lighting the bowl on fire. It flashes purple, and we all hold our breaths as the pendulum starts to swing around the map. It starts to slow, finally stopping over Rock Springs, Wyoming.

"Wyoming, again?" I say, "Guess Liane didn't stray too far from her original coven."

We all stare at the map, silently hoping the same thing; that this is where all my torture ends.