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My mind feels like it's drifting through space, no, more like rocketing through space at a million miles per hour. There's a burning sensation coming from my shoulder and my ribs, but I can't quite place what it is I'm feeling. All I see is black all around me, am I dead? Before I can explore that thought any more, my body slams into gravel, sending it flying in every direction. I slide forward a couple of feet but stop when my body hits something solid.

I roll onto my back and stare up at the gray, cloudy sky. My shoulder continues to burn and throb, and as I look down at it I see why; a large stab wound oozes dark red blood onto my white tank top. I try to sit up but gasp in pain as my ribs protest, most likely broken. I slump against the solid object behind me and turn my head to the side to find I'm leaning against a car. But not just any car, it's the Impala. I lean my head against the door, relaxed by the sight of the car because where there's the Impala, there's my boys.

My head starts to feel a little fuzzy, and I realize I'm probably losing a lot of blood out of the wound. I tear a piece of fabric off of my tank top hem and press it against my shoulder. "Son of a Bitch" I can't help but say out loud, an image of Dean popping into my head. I just want my Sam to come outside so he can make everything better. I think about trying to stand but decide against it when my ribs scream at me to stop moving.

"Oh, my goodness!" I hear someone say next to me. I look over to find an older gentleman with a look of horror on his face, "Are you alright!?" he shouts, crouching next to me.

I try to smile at him, "Oh, I'm just peachy." I look around, but he appears to be the only person in the parking lot. "I actually need you to do me a solid, sir." I say, cringing as I shift my position against the car.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, "I'll call you an ambulance." I lean forward, immediately regretting is as I double over from the pain of my cracked ribs, "No!" I shout, but regain my composure, "Can you just go into the diner and ask for Sam and Dean and tell them they need to come to their car immediately." The man looks at me like I just sprouted another head. "I don't think-" he starts to say but I cut him off, "Please just go get them, I'm begging you!"

My outburst breaks him out of his panic, and he jumps up and runs towards the diner. I lean my head back and close my eyes, taking a couple deep breaths to ease to pain coursing through my shoulder. It takes only a minute or two before I hear three sets of feet running through the gravel towards me. Sam is the first to reach me, "Oh my God, Maddy, baby, are you okay?" I open my eyes to Sam and Dean's panic-stricken faces.

Dean looks around us, "What the hell happened!" The man hovers behind the boys. Dean sees me looking at him and goes over to talk to him. Sam takes the soiled piece of fabric from me and pushes it over to wound, looking at me with anxious eyes. I shakily lift my arm and push the hair out of his face, he turns his face and kisses my palm. "It's all good Sammy, I'm fine." He leans over and pulls me into a tight hug, I ignore the pain lashing through my ribs.

Dean comes back over to us, somehow he managed to get the man to leave without calling the cops or an ambulance. Dean tries to play it cool, "Alright, up and at 'em kid." But I can tell that he's worried about me. They get on either side of me and help me to my feet, I gasp and bite my lip as pain erupts in my side. I wheeze, "I think some of my ribs might be broken."

They lower me into the back seat and Sam slides in beside me, propping me up. Dean hops into the driver's seat and soon we're flying down the highway. Sam keeps firm pressure on my shoulder as we drift into the parking lot of a seedy motel. Dean barely puts the car in park before he's jumping out of the car to help Sam lug me inside their room.

We walk into the room and are welcomed by some seriously psychedelic orange wallpaper and green shag carpeting. My mouth falls open, "Is this motel- 70s themed?!" Dean rolls his eyes at me, "Only you would notice the décor while you bleed to death." I look around at the horrible furniture, "It's kind of hard not to notice."

I lower myself into a nearby chair while Sam and Dean rummage around for the first aid kit. Sam gets the suture kit ready while Dean disappears into the bathroom for towels. Sam pulls a chair up in front of me and takes a wet towel from Dean when he reappears. He leans over to kiss me on the forehead before starting to clean up my shoulder. Dean flops onto the bed beside us, "So start explaining, where the hell have you been?"

I search my brain for an answer but find nothing. I try to retrace my steps to figure out who stabbed me, but my mind just feels scrubbed clean. I flinch as Sam continues to wipe the blood from around the wound, he looks up at me apologetically. I take a deep breath, "I-uh- I have absolutely no idea where I've been actually."

Sam freezes, looking up at me with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" he asks, "What was the last thing you remember?" Dean leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees. Sam starts the cleaning process again as I filter through memories in my head. "Hm, let's see," I start, "Oh! Right, we were hunting that Rugaroo in Montana." Dean looks shocked, but I continue to remember things, "We were in the motel room when all of a sudden there was a flash of light and then, poof!, I was whisked away. But the feeling of being zapped away is all I have, nothing until I slammed into the gravel."

Both Sam and Dean look at me wide eyed, "What?" I ask. "Maddy…" Sam says, "That was seven days ago." My mind tries to comprehend what they just said but all I can say is, "Wh-what?" I slouch in my chair, "Well that's odd, where do you think I was?"

Neither of them says anything, they just sit in silence. Sam grabs the whiskey off of the table and is about to pour it on my shoulder, but I take it from him and take three huge gulps. Dean laughs, "Atta Girl!" he cheers as I chug the whisky. I cough and hand it back to Sam. I tense in the anticipation of the sting and bite my tongue as the alcohol splashes into the wound.

He begins stitching, "Maybe we should get ahold of Cas? Or Bobby maybe?" He looks over at Dean, "And speaking of Bobby, you should call him and let him know Maddy's back." I close my eyes and lean my head on the back of the chair as Sam finishes cleaning up and bandaging my shoulder. Sam helps me stand and maneuvers me towards the bed, where he sits next to me with his back against the wall. I curl up next to him, moving as fast as my ribs let me, and rest my head on his chest.

He absently plays with my hair as he chats with Dean about what could have possibly happened to me. My mind relaxes as I focus on the rise and fall of Sam's chest. "I love you Sammy." I mumble, as sleep starts to take hold of me. His chest shakes slightly with a laugh, "I love you too, Maddy." Just as I'm about to fall asleep I hear Dean's phone ring, "It's Cas." He says, but I don't hear the conversation because sleep pulls me under.

A burning throb radiates through my shoulder and pulls me back to reality. My eyes flutter open, the sounds of soft rain and muffled voices float in through the slightly ajar motel door. Sam starts to speak but thunder overpowers his voice. I struggle to sit on the edge of the bed, noticing that my shoulder bandage needs changing. I strain my ears to hear what Dean is saying, "So, Raphael kidnapped and tortured her?" I hear a sigh and then Castiel starts to speak, "Yes, he knows I have a weakness for you Winchesters and decided to try and torture information out of one of you."

I once again try to remember anything from when I was gone, but my mind comes up blank once again. It's quiet, but I can imagine Sam and Dean glancing at each other. Sam clears his throat, "What kind of information is he looking for?" Another clap of thunder drowns out their voices once more. I sigh in frustration, grabbing a pillow from the bed. My ribs protest, but I throw the pillow at the door. Three pairs of eyes peek around the doorframe and into the room. "You can come inside now; you're gossiping like housewives out there."

Sam and Dean get huge grins on their faces, but Cas just looks confused. Sam comes over and kisses me softly, "Cas was just filling us in on your blacked-out week." I nod my head, "So Raphael kidnapped me for information, did I give him any?"

Cas shakes his head, "No, you proved quite frustrating for Raphael. He didn't learn anything from you."

I smile, "Sweet! I'm glad I didn't rat you out Cas." He walks over to me and places two fingers on my forehead. Immediately, my body feels relief as my wounds and broken ribs repair themselves. I sigh, "Thanks Cas, those ribs were really going to be annoying." He simply nods at me.

I grab my bag and slip into the bathroom, turning on the shower to the hottest setting. The hot water loosens my muscles and soon the water turns light pink as my blood is washed down the drain. I dress quickly and walk back out into the room, where the boys are planning our next move.

Cas paces slightly, "I think it would be best for you three to retreat to Bobby's house. The angels will stop at nothing to kidnap and torture you all." Dean groans, "I hate hiding out!"

I walk over to where Sam is sitting and put my arms around him, "Well Dean," I try to reason with him, "if Cas thinks that's the best option, then we should trust him." Cas looks at me in appreciation, "I don't remember what happened to me but I sure as hell don't want it to happen to any of you."

Cas gives us each one last look, "I'll contact you when I have more information." And with that he disappears.

Dean walks over and pulls me in for a quick hug, "Glad you're back kid." And then he punches my shoulder, "Don't EVER do that again!" I laugh and punch him back light heartedly, "I'll try my hardest not to."

We pack up the Impala and set off towards Bobby's house, our safe haven. It takes a couple hours, but we finally drive through the junkyard towards the main house. Sam's soft snores fill the front seat and I shake him lightly. "We're here" I whisper.

Bobby greets us out front and helps up pull our stuff inside. He gives me a big hug, "It's been too long since I've seen you darlin'. Glad you're back safe and sound"

Dean feigns hurt, "What about us Bobby?" Bobby looks him up and down and simply says, "Meh" and walks back inside.

I stick my tongue out at Dean and he pushes me forward. Sam takes our things upstairs and I go over to the fridge to grab us each a beer. The four of us sit around the table and Dean and Sam fill Bobby in on my missing days and what Cas had to say. I try to remember my days of torture, but my memories just feel empty. It's a very uneasy feeling. Sam notices me looking distant and squeezes my hand under the table. I squeeze his in return.

I raise my glass in a toast, "Cheers to family and to killing the evil angel sons of bitches."

"Amen", Dean says, and we all clink our glasses together.