Dean was on his third mini quiche when Sid walked back in to the living room with his daughter Lindsay. She was 5'3 with hazel eyes. Her hair was dark brown styled in a chin length bob. She wore a black sweater and gray a-line skirt. She reminded Madison of a modern day beatnik. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. Lindsay did not strike Sam as type of girl who had one night stands with hunters.
Sid made the introductions. Lindsay was very excited to meet everyone after hearing so much about them from her dad. She was glad that her dad had Sam working for him, because she knew that he had been lonely with her and her brother both being away.
"Lindsay, it's great to finally meet you. Sid talks about you constantly," said Sam as he shook her hand.
"Really, he talks about me constantly. I guess I'll have to call Andrew and rub it in that I'm the favorite," said Lindsay with a laugh.
"You know I love you and Andy equally," replied Sid.
"Yeah and you know Andrew hates it when you call him Andy," said Lindsay.
"It's a father's prerogative. I named him. I can call him what I want," said Sid firmly.
"Sound familiar?" asked Dean looking over at his brother.
"Yeah," laughed Sam. He never could bring himself to tell his dad he didn't want to be called Sammy.
"Dinner's ready, so why don't we all head into the dining room," said Sid as he lead the way.
Sid's dining room was formal, furnished with beautiful oak furniture that had belonged to his late wife's grandparents. The table was set with his wedding china. It was white with a silver trim.
"Sid, it looks so beautiful in here," said Madison as she sat down.
"Thank you. You know for years we only used this room for special occasions and ate in here maybe twice a year, but when my wife Mandy got sick that changed. She said everyday is a special occasion and we started to eat dinner in here everyday," said Sid.
"Mom said what was the point of people spending so much money on china and then never using it, so we used the china all the time too," added Lindsay.
Everyone enjoyed the pot roast, especially Dean who had seconds. There were plenty of questions for Lindsay about her time in Paris. Madison hoped that she and Sam would be able to visit there one day. Even Dean was curious about what Paris was like.
"Lindsay, what made you want to leave a beautiful city like Paris and come back here?" asked a curious Madison.
"Well, I missed my dad and Andrew, but there was no way I was going to move to the Antarctic, so that left San Francisco. Seriously, I realized that while Paris was nice it was never going to be home for me," said Lindsay.
"You can't get food like this over there can you?" asked Dean.
"Well, the food's not all that bad. I think I must have gained fifteen pounds the first month alone, eating croissants," said Lindsay with a laugh.
Dean looked at her and wondered how skinny must Lindsay have been before she went to Paris because she didn't look overweight to him.
After dinner they headed into the living room for coffee and cheesecake. Sid had some new pictures his son had sent him from the Antarctic to show him and Lindsay had several albums from her time in Paris.
"I can't believe your son lives there year round," said Dean shuddering slightly as he thought about how cold it must be there.
"He signed up for a five year research project. He's got three more years left." Sid was happy that his son had a good job. He just wished he lived closer.
"He did say that when he's done, his next project is going to involve the beaches of Hawaii," chuckled Lindsay.
"Lindsay, who's this guy with you in this picture?" asked Madison holding up a picture of a handsome French guy with his arm wrapped around Lindsay.
"Oh that's my ex-boyfriend Jean-Paul. I thought I had gotten rid of all of his pictures. I guess I missed one," said Lindsay as she fought the urge to grab the picture and rip it in half.
"Well, you can put that one right into the shredder," said Sid as he glared at the picture.
"Dad, it's okay," said Lindsay as she reached out to pat her father on the arm.
It felt awkward for a moment and then Lindsay launched a story about her first trip to the top of the Eiffel Tower and everyone relaxed.
The evening seemed to fly by pretty quickly. Nobody realized how late it was getting. Madison had such a nice time she was actually able to forget for awhile all that had been going on lately.
"Lindsay, we will have to get together soon and go shopping," said Madison. Even though she had only known Lindsay a short while, she hoped they would become good friends.
"I'd like that," replied Lindsay.
"Ahh shopping, my wife's favorite sport," said Sam with a grin.
After said their good-byes and thanking Sid for a lovely dinner, Sam and Madison headed back to their apartment with Dean following in the Impala.
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Dean wondered what was going on with Sam and Madison that they couldn't discuss with him at Sid's. I hope nothing's wrong, thought Dean. If anyone deserves to just be happy it's those two.
"So Sammy, what's up?" asked Dean.
"We need you to track down someone for us. His name's Jeff Drake," said Sam.
"Who's he?" asked Dean.
"He's been stalking Madison," said Sam with more than a hint of anger in his voice.
"What?" asked a confused Dean.
Madison repeated for Dean what she told Sam earlier. There was a lot less use of the word paranoid this time. She was starting to realize that she wasn't being paranoid. Somehow that didn't make her feel any better.
"Madison, had you ever seen this guy before he came to your office?" asked Dean.
"No. That was the first time, but since then I have run into him twice and I'm pretty sure I spotted him following me several times. I don't know why he's doing this. He knows I'm married," said a frustrated Madison.
"Don't worry, Madison. I will find Jeff Drake and let him know that nobody messes with a Winchester," said Dean firmly.
"You'll have to get in line behind me. I get first crack at this bastard," hissed Sam.
It was late and Madison was tired, so after saying good night to Dean, she headed into the bedroom leaving Sam and Dean to talk.
"Dean, how long to you think it will take to find this guy?" asked Sam.
"Not long, provided there aren't too many Jeff Drakes in San Francisco. I'll call my contact at the DMV first thing Monday morning," said Dean.
"Thanks Dean, I really appreciate it," said Sam sincerely.
"So how's she really doing?" asked a concerned Dean.
"I think she's afraid that it's the Kurt situation all over again," said Sam sadly.
"Why didn't you ask me to track this guy down sooner?" asked Dean.
"She just told me about it today," answered Sam.
"What?" said Dean.
"She didn't want to tell me because I've been so happy since the demon was killed. She was afraid to spoil it. God Dean, she had a bruise on her arm from this guy. He put his hands on her. He hurt my wife. If he hadn't bruised her arm, I still might not know what's going on. Dean, I want him to pay," hissed Sam.
Dean understood why Sam was so angry. If somebody were going after the woman he loved he wouldn't be so calm. He was angry because after all that Sam had gone through in his life he deserved he deserved some happiness. As usual Sam was Dean's foremost concern.
"Relax, Sammy. We'll find this guy," said Dean.
"I know and Dean so help me when I get my hands on this guy he's going to regret touching my wife," growled Sam.
"Well it's getting late and I promised Lindsay that I would meet up with her at the bar," said Dean as he glanced at his watch.
"Really, because I don't think Lindsay's your type," said Sam.
"Why not?" asked Dean.
"She's too intelligent," said Sam with a smile.
"Ha ha, very funny, Sammy," replied Dean.
"Seriously Dean, thanks for helping us," said Sam.
"No problem, Sam," said Dean as he headed towards the door.
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After Dean left, Sam headed into the bedroom. Madison looked like she was asleep so Sam tried to be as quiet as possible. After putting on his pajamas, he slipped into bed. Madison turned over to face to face him. Apparently she was still awake.
Madison had been waiting up for Sam. She was still feeling guilty for lying to Sam. Now that it was out in the open she realized that she should have told him much sooner. Every time she had lied to him, she felt awful.
"Sam, I'm sorry," said Madison softly.
"For what?" asked Sam.
"For not telling you sooner, for lying to you," said Madison as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.
Sam moved closer to his wife closer and linked his hand with hers. He hated seeing her so upset.
"A smart woman told me once that we're a team, for better or worse. Madison, I love you so much and when something's happening with you need to let me know, so I can help you," said Sam gently.
"I know, Sam. From now on, I promise I won't keep anything from you," replied Madison.
Sam pulled Madison close to him and held her tight. With Dean helping them, hopefully this would all be over soon. Madison drifted off to sleep feeling safe in Sam's warm embrace.
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Gordon sat in his motel room, barely paying attention to a bad horror movie on cable. He was busy trying to figure out what his next move was going to be. He knew he had gone a bit too far that afternoon at the flower shop, but he just got so angry when he thought about what a great life Sam had had while he rotted in jail for two years. I am going to make sure that physic freak gets what he deserves thought Gordon.
More to Come