**Hey! Wow, so I know that you all had to wait a really long time for this one, but I think it came out well. This episode is (in my opinion) one of the saddest episodes of supernatural to ever air. I recommend everyone go back and watch this one again. I hope you all really like this chapter, and I'd love to hear what you think! Aka: leave a review or PM please. Also, I changed the little dashes that lets you know it's third person to bold, so I hope that makes it easier to read. Hope you like it and thanks for reading!**
Heart
"Here he is, Detective," The mortician opened the small door and pulled our the metal table containing the victim. My eyes widened slightly as I took in the multiple stitched up wounds scattered around his torso.
"That looks pretty gruesome," I commented, pointing at the bite mark on his neck more for Sam's benefit than for the woman resting her wrists on the metal table who looked unaffected by the horrific sight before her. Her only response was to hum in agreement to my words. "Did you figure out what bit him?" I questioned, glancing at her as she shook her head.
"I haven't quite determined that just yet," She answered hesitantly, biting her lip as if she was restraining herself from saying anymore than that.
"Come on, doc. Off the record," Sam tried to coax the information out of her.
"Okay, way, way off the record," She emphasized, glancing at Sam and me for confirmation before continuing when we nodded. "If I didn't know better, I'd say the guy was attacked by a wolf," I felt Sam's eyes flick to me, and I met his gaze briefly, knowing what we were both thinking. "But unless I know that the zoo is missing one of their lobos, I'm going with pit bull," She continued, giving us a suspicious look before adding, "I like my job,"
"Yeah," I agreed, laughing slightly. "Just one more question, though. This victim, was his heart missing by any chance?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. There wasn't anything else this case could be leading to.
"Yeah, how did you know that?" She questioned, suddenly wary of the two of us. "I haven't even finished my report,"
"Lucky guess," Sam covered for me as we both smiled at the woman, who just shrugged. "We should get going. We have everything that we need. Thank you," The woman nodded, pushing the corpse back into the wall before closing the door. Sam and I headed back out to the Impala, and I slid into the driver's seat before he could argue. Dean hadn't come with us on this one, which meant Sam and I had the rare opportunity to drive, which we'd greedily accepted.
"So, we should check out the place he works next, right? Get a sense of who could've been involved?" I reasoned while Sam nodded. I glanced over at him to see he was looking down at the newspaper again. "Are you checking the lunar cycles?" I asked as I spotted the book Sam was holding next to the newspaper article.
"Yeah," He confirmed with an unnecessary nod. "They match up. I'm thinking werewolf,"
"Makes sense," I agreed without hesitation. It was the only thing that made sense, and Sam and I had known that even before we'd visited the morgue. "Dean's going to be ecstatic,"
"Dean likes hunting werewolves?" Sam asked in surprise, causing me to glance over at him before shrugging.
"Yeah," I answered, not sure why Sam was so interested by the news.
"I didn't know that. Since when?" He questioned, making my look last longer this time.
"Since we were kids," I replied, suddenly remembering that Sam hadn't been with us for the last werewolf hunt we'd had. "A werewolf was his first kill, remember?" Sam's face cleared in sudden understanding. "That and they're easy. I mean, we already know how to kill them. All we have to do is find them,"
"Right, yeah," He agreed as I pulled up in front of the motel room, putting the Impala in park before getting out and slamming the door shut.
"We're back," I announced as Sam unlocked his room to reveal Dean sitting on the chair cleaning his gun.
"Hey," He put down the gun, looking at us expectantly from where he was sitting on the bed.
"The lawyer didn't have a heart," I reiterated what we'd found out. "And the mortician thinks that the bite marks look like a wolf made them," I finished, shrugging off my jacket and throwing it on the table by the door before taking a seat on the bed opposite Dean.
"This lawyer guy first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean inquired, picking his gun back up as Sam went to the fridge to grab a beer.
"First man," Sam corrected as I showed him my empty palm, hoping he'd get the message. He did and tossed me a cold beer from the fridge. "Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay too deteriorated to draw any firm conclusions," Sam sat backwards in the chair he'd drawn up and opened his beer and then mine.
"But no hearts," Dean looked for confirmation.
"No. No hearts," I gave it to him. "All of the women were hookers who worked around Hunter's Point. The police are trying to keep the whole investigation on the down low, but they're looking for a serial killer," I relayed the knowledge we'd gathered so far.
"And the lunar cycle?" Dean asked, and I let Sam take that question as I sipped the beer that was cooling in my hands.
"Yeah, month after month all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon," Sam informed him.
"Which is this week, hence the lawyer's death," I added, tying all the pieces together.
"Awesome," Dean grinned broadly before he pushed himself off the bed and reached behind me to get the silver bullets sitting there. I let out a soft laugh at his adorably excited face. "What?" He spoke the word as a protest, his eyes flicking from me to Sam and back again.
"Could you be a bigger geek about this?" Sam asked him, shaking his head slightly before glancing at me with a small smile.
"I'm sorry, guys, but what about a human by day, a freak animal killing machine by moonlight don't you understand?" He defended himself, opening the case to reveal the silver bullets. "I mean, werewolves are badass. We haven't seen one in years,"
"Okay, sparky. Then you know what?" Sam leaned forward in mock excitement as Dean sat next to me on the bed. "After we kill it, we can go to disneyland," I laughed only to cover my mouth when Dean shot me a look, but he couldn't contain the smile that pulled on his lips.
"Know what the best part about it is?" He questioned, glancing from Sam to me. "We already know how to bring these suckers down," He held up the silver bullet. "One of these bad boys right to the heart," Sam let out a small laugh, glancing at me. "What's our next move?"
"Well, we should go talk to the girl who found the body," I reasoned logically, loading my own gun with the silver bullets Dean had pulled out of his bag.
"I don't understand," Madison shook her head, her eyebrows drawing together in suspicious confusion. "I already gave my statement to you," She added as she led us through her surprisingly big apartment.
"Yeah, well, we just need to clarify a few things," Sam made up an excuse for us needing to know her side of the story. The four of us stopped as we came to her living room.
"This is my neighbor Glenn," She gestured to the man who sat on the couch in front of the TV. I sized him up as he stood to great us. He was a ragged looking man, as if he hadn't seen a razor in a month, and he wore a faded yellow t-shirt with kaki shorts. All in all, he didn't look to be much of a threat, but something inside of me was weary of him nonetheless. "Glenn, this is detective…"
"Landis," I supplied as I saw the apologetically confused look on her face. "That's Dante and Davis," I added, gesturing to Dean and Sam respectively.
"Well, guess I'll leave you to it," He excused himself, beginning to walk towards Madison cautiously. I zeroed in on the soft look in his eyes and the hesitant, shy way he spoke to her. He was in love with her. Classic.
"Okay, thanks for the casserole," Madison thanked him as he passed and nodded to her.
"Oh, how thoughtful," Dean commented with an undertone of humor that made me nudge him warningly. He had realized just like I had; the man wasn't exactly the best at concealing his crush.
"Just call if you need anything," He sent one last longing look at her before disappearing out the door, and Madison turned to us, folding her arms over her chest.
"He's sweet. He came over to check on me," She explained as she glanced back at where he left before turning to the chairs next to us. "Have - have a seat," I obliged, taking a seat next to Sammy as Dean sat at the head of the table with Madison across from us.
"This must be pretty hard on you," I began sympathetically, knowing firsthand how hard the death of someone you know could be. Madison just nodded, sending me a small smile before looking down at her clasped hands. "You worked as his assistant, right?" I checked the information we already knew, and she nodded confirmation.
"For two years, yeah," She fixed me with a tired, wide-eyed look before turning her dark gaze to Sam.
"So you knew all about him," Dean reasoned, and Madison spared him a short glance before turning her eyes to Sammy once more.
"Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was… he was nice," She spoke choppily, a small smile forming on her lips as her eyes dropped to her hands again.
"But…" Sam prompted, hearing the hesitance in her voice.
"Nothing, really," She tried only to see we weren't buying it. "You get a few scotches in him, and he started hitting on anyone in a five mile radius. You know the type," She explained, her eyes flicking to me as she spoke that last line.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," My smile became slightly strained as I felt Dean's eyes on me.
"Did, uh, did he have any enemies?" Dean broke the slightly awkward silence that had begun since my agreement.
"What do you mean? Sure looked like an animal attack," Her eyes danced back to Sam briefly as she frowned in confusion, and my eyes narrowed as they flicked between her and Sam.
"Of course, we're just covering all the bases," Sam broke in, reassuring her. "Anyone who might have wanted to hurt him - former client, an ex," Sam listed, stopping suddenly when he saw the look that crossed her face. "What?" He prompted her.
"Well, this is embarrassing, but my ex-boyfriend, Kurt," She began, a slight note of anger entering her voice.
"Kurt what?" I broke in, needing to know his last name, so we could track him down later.
"Mueller," She gave me his last name with an irritated scowl that I knew wasn't meant for me. "After we broke up, he went kind of nuts," She confessed, glancing down at her hands again. "He's… well, he's kind of been stalking me. He got it in his head that something was going on between Nate and I. He showed up at my office,"
"And what happened?" Sammy questioned her, looking intrigued. My eyes flicked back and forth between Sammy and Madison again, a small smile forming on my lips.
"Kurt got into it with Nate. Threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job," She shook her head, looking mildly angry and slightly relieved at once while she recounted the events.
"When was the last time you saw him?" I asked her, biting my lip as I went over what she'd said. Although it seemed like Kurt was the wolf, something told me things weren't that simple. Why would he confront Nate at his office if he was just going to kill him later?
"A few nights ago," Her answer snapped me back into the present. "Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up," That caught my attention. Maybe he was our werewolf after all.
"And?" Dean gestured for her to continue.
"Nothing," She replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal. "It was… like he was watching me. Then he was gone. Tell you the truth…" She fixed her eyes on Sam as she spoke her next words carefully. "He scares me,"
"All right, well, thank you for doing this," I placed my palms on the table, sliding my chair back as I stood up. "We'd better be going," Sam's disappointed expression didn't escape my notice as the three of us walked out of the apartment.
"So, what do you think?" Dean questioned Sam and me as we descended the steps.
"Well, he's definitely worth checking out," I summed up what we'd learned.
"'Worth checking out'?" Sam repeated incredulously, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. "He was there that night, he hated the boss, and he's a stalker. The case practically solves itself," I frowned at his eagerness to condemn Kurt.
"So you think he's our dog-faced boy?" Dean glanced at Sam as we made our way across the lawn towards the impala.
"It's a theory," Sam seemed to realize he was being overzealous, for he backed off a bit with a shrug.
"It makes sense," I added, going around the Impala to the driver's door. "Mind if I drive for a while?" I glanced at Dean, who looked genuinely surprised. It wasn't often I asked to drive when him and Sam were in the car.
"Sure," He tossed me the keys before sliding into the passenger's seat while Sam took the back with a huff of annoyance. "What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?"
I walked through the hallway numbly, barely glancing at the pictures on the wall. One picture, however, caught my attention, forcing me to stop shuffling along. The picture had been taken in Bobby's dining room. I was sitting at the table facing the camera with a broad, genuine smile spread across my lips while next to me, Dean was wearing an equally happy smile while he draped an arm over my shoulders. John was standing hunched over a book on the far side of the table with my dad standing next to him, frowning with his arms folded over his chest. Sammy was beside me with his knees on a chair while his elbows propped him up on the table as he grinned boyishly into the camera. Alongside me, Jez was leaning over a big, dusty looking book that lay open on the table while Dustin was pointing something out to her in the book. It seemed he had looked up just in time to realize there was a picture being taken, for he was still pointing yet smiling at the camera.
We looked happy. All of us did. And now half the people in that picture were either dead or in hiding.
John was dead. I breathed in slowly. Then out. John was dead.
I remembered the events of the previous day clearly. Turning my head to realize he was on the floor. The doctor's trying to pull me out of the room. Dean coming. Shocking him. Begging. Time of death: 10:41 AM. Time of death: 10:41 AM. The words bounced around my brain relentlessly. John is dead. John is dead. Time of death: 10:41 AM. John is dead.
I blinked, shaking my head hard to rid myself of the most recent knife in my heart. That's when a faint sob reached my ears. At first, I thought it must've come from my own throat, but I soon realized that I wasn't crying. It wasn't coming from me. Curiosity pierced the white numbness that had enveloped my mind since the doctor's had called time of death. I moved along the hallway to the first door. Sammy's door. I pushed it open as quietly as I could and was met with a sight that caused my heart to bleed more than it had been. Sammy sat on the floor, his back against the bed, his shoulders hunched.
Slowly, I made my way around the bed so I could see him more clearly. He was slumped against the bed, staring down at the journal that he held in his hands. It was open, revealing three photographs splayed across the page. I took a hesitant step closer as Sam let out a sniffle which morphed into a choked sob that he attempted to muffle with his hand.
"Sammy," I whispered, raising my hands slightly and doing my best not to startle him. He didn't even acknowledge my entrance, choosing instead to keep staring at the pictures. Slowly, I lowered myself to sit beside him and look at the pictures he'd been gazing at. There was one of Mary and John at their wedding. She looked gorgeous in her long, white gown while John's young arms were wrapped around her. The photograph had captured the moment he'd kissed her cheek, and she was gazing into the camera with a wide, delighted smile that made her look all the more beautiful.
The second photograph was of Dean, Sammy, and I. John had been in a good mood that day and had taken us to a lake that we'd been driving past. Dean and I were sixteen while Sammy was twelve. The picture showed me laughing and running from Dean, who had Sam riding piggy back.
My eyes dropped to the third photograph, and my heart sunk. It was Sam at his high school graduation. He was grinning broadly despite everything that had been going on at the time. He'd walked across the stage in his cap and gown and had never looked happier. The picture showed him receiving his diploma and smiling for the picture.
"John took that, you know," I told him, pointing to the last picture on the page.
"I thought he didn't go," Sam swallowed hard as he spoke, keeping his eyes trained on the page.
"He snuck in the back while the valedictorian gave her speech. He didn't want to miss it over some stupid fight you two had been having," Well, he'd originally planned on missing it, but I'd talked some sense into him.
"Maybe he was right," My eyes flicked to Sammy in surprise as the boy shook his head. "I should have stayed. I should've been here. I should've-"
"Sammy," I cut him off gently as his voice grew more and more heated and guilty. "Nothing you could've done would've changed anything,"
"But at least I would've done something," His voice broke, and he just shook his head, letting out another strangled sob.
"He was proud of you," I told him softly, but he shook his head vigorously.
"The last time I saw him, I tried to pick a fight," He reminded me, his voice cracking again as tears began running down his face. "He thought I hated him. He died thinking that I-" His voice shattered, and he sobbed again. I turned towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly. At first, he didn't move, but slowly, I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. He rested his forehead on my shoulder as his whole body shook with sobs.
"He knew how much you loved him, Sammy. He always knew," I murmured reassuringly as I held the crying boy, desperately wishing there was some way I could take his pain away.
"Mel," I had been so lost in the memory that I nearly jumped out of my skin when Dean called my name. "Are you okay?" He questioned, his brow furrowing in concern.
"Yeah," I nodded, shaking off the memory and focusing on the present. I parallel parked in front of the apartment building where Kurt apparently lived. We walked to his room in silence, and I knelt before his door, silently going to work on picking the lock. Getting in wasn't necessarily the hard part. It was finding the clues that was hard. The door swung open without so much as a creak, and I nodded to the boys before going into the apartment. I scanned the kitchen, opening up cabinets and drawers, but finding nothing unusual.
"Anything?" Sam asked after a moment of silence.
"Nothing," I shook my head, shutting the drawer I'd been looking through.
"All I found is leftovers and a six-pack," Dean announced dejectedly, shutting the fridge and turning.
"Did you check in the freezer?" I questioned, having gone through enough werewolf hunts to know what to look for.
"Yeah, maybe there's some human hearts behind the haagan-dazs," Sam added, only half joking. Dean glanced at me a moment before he shrugged, turning back to check the freezer when there was the sound of metal on metal followed by a clatter. I stiffened, and Dean began heading towards the noise cautiously with me following. He opened the sliding door to the balcony, and I walked through, something on the adjacent wall catching my eye. Claw marks. Huge ones.
"Sam, come here!" Dean called to his brother as I leaned over the balcony wall cautiously to get a better view of the set of claw marks that stretched down all the way to the ground.
"Well, looks like Kurt is our guy," I mused as Sam and Dean went back inside. I shut my eyes, letting my hearing drift around me to try to find the creature we were looking for.
"Is somebody there?" I frowned as I focused on the growling and scratching that was coming from the direction the man was headed. It was him. I snapped my eyes open, hurrying through the kitchen and practically running to the door.
"Come on," I grabbed Dean's hand as I passed him, pulling him along with me urgently as we headed to the door with Sam following in confusion.
"What-" The rest of Dean's sentence was drowned out by a loud gunshot that came from the alley I'd heard the man shout in.
"Shit," I swore as the three of us broke into a full sprint for the stairs. We exited the building and went around the corner, slowing as we neared a trashcan with feet sticking out from behind it. We rounded the trash can to see a body lying on the ground, drenched in blood with its stomach shredded.
"I'll call 911," Sam turned to look back down the alley and see if anyone else was coming.
"Kurt is definitely our guy," I muttered, my eyes fixed on the body with pity as Dean knelt beside it.
"Guys, if he's out here, we better check on Madison," Sam pointed out, causing my eyes to flick to him as a small smile ghosted over my lips. I suppressed the smile as my eyes returned to the body. Dean nodded, standing from his crouch and heading back to the car as I shot Sam a small smile that I couldn't hold back any longer.
"What?" He narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion as I just shrugged, still smiling, and walked after Dean.
"You want to drive?" I glanced at where Dean was looking at me uncertainly.
"No, it's fine," I tossed him back the keys before getting into the passenger side as Dean slid into the driver's side.
"You okay?" He questioned, his eyes studying me as if checking for any sign that I might be in pain.
"I'm fine. I just feel… weird," I couldn't explain how I felt, so I didn't bother trying. The last time I felt like this… well, the last time I felt like this John ended up dead. I swallowed hard, glancing at Dean, who still looked concerned, and then in the rearview at Sam, who'd just gotten into the car. I couldn't loose them. They were the only people I had left. Them, Bobby, and Jez. I reached out and intertwined my hands with Dean's as he pulled out of the space and headed towards Madison's. The drive was shorter when Dean was behind the wheel, but he, of course, went eight-five in a fifty-five mile zone.
"Not going to tell me to slow down?" He teased, his eyes flicking to me.
"Would you listen if I did?" I replied, causing him to shrug and chuckle slightly.
"Probably not," He admitted, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of my hand as my fingers toyed with his. Dean turned swiftly, capturing my lips with his and making me start in surprise before he pulled back, laughing at my shocked expression.
"Keep your eyes on the road," I answered, laughing as I smacked him in the shoulder lightly.
"Guys," Sam snapped, making us both glance in the rearview at his irritated expression.
"Sorry, Sammy," We spoke simultaneously, only I sounded somewhat apologetic and Dean sounded indifferent as he pulled in front of the apartment building. We walked up the stairs to Madison's room quickly and knocked on the door.
"What's going on?" I spun to see Glenn had come out of his room across the hall to regard us with suspicion.
"Official business," I responded without thinking. The response had become almost second nature to me by now.
"What is it?" We turned back to see that madison had opened up her door and now stood in front of us in her pajamas. Sam opened his mouth to speak before glancing back at Glenn, who still stood in his doorway.
"Well, maybe we should talk privately?" He suggested, causing Madison to move out of the way and wave us through the door. We walked into her living room before turning to speak with her. "Has Kurt been here?" Sam questioned, getting to the point quickly.
"Not exactly," She replied, handing Sam, Dean, and me each a coffee cup before getting the pot and beginning to pour.
"What exactly does 'not exactly' mean?" Dean questioned as Madison poured my coffee.
"Well, he was outside last night - just looking. Just looking at me," She explained, frowning as she remembered her ex. "Has he done something?"
"We aren't really sure. We think he might have," I answered her question as honestly as I could. My eyes flicked to Sam before an idea struck me. "But, you know, we don't want to take any chances, so we're going to leave detective Davis here with you just in case Kurt gives you any more trouble,"
"What?" Sam sounded surprised as Madison's eyes turned on him, and I shot him a look. "I mean, yeah,"
"Where does he work?" Dean questioned, getting back to the case.
"He owns a body shop," Madison informed us.
"You mind grabbing that address for us?" He requested, and she nodded, moving around us to the opposite counter as Dean thanked her.
"What was that?" Sam questioned me as soon as Madison was gone.
"That was me being your wingman," I answered him easily, making his eyebrows draw together in surprise as Dean let out a laugh. "Besides we do need someone watching her," I saw Sam glance away and shake his head with a small smile forming on his lips. "Someone's got a crush," I nudged him laughing along with Dean as Sam rolled his eyes at the two of us.
"Shut up and go get the number," We were still laughing as we headed towards the door Madison had walked through.
"Hey," Dean turned back to Sam, lowering his voice and pointing at the boy. "Use protection," Sam's face grew pink as I tried desperately to stop myself from laughing loudly enough to get Madison's attention.
"Dean!" Sam hissed, looking mortified.
"Come on," I pulled Dean by his jacket out of the room, still laughing. We got the address from Madison before we left the apartment building.
Dean wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked away from the body shop, having found nothing new about the creepy ex-boyfriend. Dean flipped out his phone with his other hand, dialing 2 and pressing the phone to his ear.
"Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff trying to think of something to say," I laughed at Dean's greeting before taking his phone and pressing it to my own here.
"I've found that 'hi' is a good conversation starter," My comment made Dean crack up and lean against the Impala.
"DId you find Kurt?" I rolled my eyes at his obvious avoidance of the subject.
"No, apparently he hasn't been in all week, but because we are such damn good hunters-" I began only to break off as Dean stole the phone back from me, now in the driver's seat of the Impala.
"And she means really, really damn good hunters, we have a lead on where he might be," He finished for me as I laughed. "Have you talked to her at all yet?"
Bye, guys. Was Sam's reply and then the click of him hanging up. Dean chuckled as he snapped the phone shut and revved the engine.
"Oh, Sammy," He muttered, shaking his head while I laughed again, imagining Sam sitting awkwardly on that girl's couch.
-3rd Person-
Sam sat awkwardly on the girl's couch as she finished folding her underwear on the table that he'd previously been sitting at. He couldn't help thinking how ironic it was that Mel assumed he had a crush on Madison when really… he forced the thought from his mind, shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts. Madison sat down next to him and flicked on the television, getting comfortable with the pillow she was next to. Sam's eyes flicked to Madison in surprise as he realized what the program was. Mel like Dr. Sexy MD better than this one. She'd watch it in her free time sometimes.
"I saw that," Madison's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"What?" He asked innocently. "Saw what?"
"Okay, this is the deal - my house, my TV," She laid out the rules for him blatantly. "I never get to watch my show, so suck it up,"
An hour later, Sam was on the edge of his seat with his elbows resting on his knees as the credits played, and he tried to process what he'd just seen.
"Wait, so - so Kindall married Ethan's father just to get back at him?" Sam questioned, glancing back at Madison, who was grinning from where she sat in the corner of the couch.
"Yep," She replied, not helping the smile that came to her face at how interested the detective was. "And now she's set to inherit all the casinos that were supposed to go to Ethan,"
"What a bitch!" Sam muttered before he began laughing while Madison joined in.
"Admit it, you're hooked," She laughed, but he shook his head.
"No, no, no, no I wouldn't say I'm hooked," He denied before moving back on the couch, turning to look at her face to face. "Can I ask you a question? It's - It's a little personal,"
"You've seen my entire underwear collection," She reminded him, turning more to face him as well. "Go ahead,"
"Okay, um… well, you're clearly smart. I mean, your house is full of great books, you know? And you're independent," She nodded slowly, smiling at the praise. He chuckled nervously, glancing away from her.
"What were you doing with Kurt?" He finally questioned, not wanting to sound too rude.
"I don't know. I mean, it's not like he introduced himself, like, 'hi, I'm possessive and controlling, and I like to punch people. Want to be my girlfriend?'"
"Yeah, well, I guess we all make mistakes," Sam shrugged, his mind tugging him back to thoughts of another girl. Another mistake.
"Yeah, well, mine's wanted by the police," She commented, making him laugh. "You want to know why I stayed with him? Really?" She guessed correctly, and Sam nodded for her to continue. "I was too insecure to leave,"
"Well, I find that hard to believe. I mean, you don't really seem like the type," He frowned at her confession, and her eyes flicked away from him for a moment.
"Yeah, well some stuff happened. My life changed, I changed, for the better, I think," Madison shrugged as if it were no big deal.
"What happened?" He asked, interested now.
"Well, for one thing, I got mugged," Sam's eyes widened slightly.
"And that's supposed to be a good thing?" He questioned incredulously with a small chuckle.
"I know, it sounds strange, and don't get me wrong - it rattled me - but then it hit me. I could keep feeling sorry for myself or I could take control of my life. I chose the latter," Sounded like someone else he knew. He remembered Mel giving almost that exact same speech to him when he'd-"First thing I did was tell Kurt he had to go," She interrupted his thoughts again, and he focused on her.
"Smart move," Sam approved of her decision.
"Apparently," She agreed, her dark eyes fixing on Sam's light brown ones. "Everything else just opened up, blossomed. It's all been wonderful, really," She caught Sam's expression and frowned. "What? Doesn't everybody think that being a victim of random violence is the best thing that ever happened to them?"
"Yeah, not so much," Sam laughed, looking at his hands. "You're…" He trailed off, unsure of what to say. "Unusual,"
"Unusual like… 'unusual'?" She pointed a finger at her head and spun it in the universal 'crazy' signal.
"No, no, no," Sam quickly shook his head. "Unusual like…" His thoughts drew him back to another girl again as much as he tried to fight it. "Impressive," He finally came up with the word.
"You think so?" She asked, glancing down at her hands and looking unsure. Before Sam could answer, his cellphone rang loudly. He glanced at the caller ID to read the name MEL. How ironic.
"Sorry," He apologized to Madison before standing and walking a short distance away. "Hey,"
"We found him," Mel sounded vaguely pissed off, and he could barely hear her with all the music in the background.
"Good. Don't take your eyes off of him," She was silent for a moment. "Mel, where are you?"
"Strip joint," Was her curt response. "Apparently, Kurt likes to spend his time staring at half naked women," Sam laughed slightly. "Sam, this isn't funny. I'm stuck at a strip club," Her statement made him laugh harder, and he heard her sigh heavily.
"Just remember none of those women have ever shot a wendigo or wasted a ghost," He heard her small laugh from the other line, and it somehow lightened his mood even more.
"Thanks, Sam," She sounded less annoyed than when she first spoke, which made Sam smile. "I'll keep that in mind," He glanced back at Madison, who had gone into the kitchen and held up a finger to show he needed a minute. "So, how's it going with Madison?"
"Good. She's, uh…" Sam hesitated. "Impressive," He selected the word he'd used to describe her earlier.
"I knew you liked her," Mel gloated, making Sam roll his eyes.
"What are we? Sixteen?" Mel laughed, which caused Sam to smile as well.
"Yeah, I guess not. Anyway, have fun," Sam frowned as he realized Mel was getting ready to hang up.
"But not too much fun," Dean's voice added.
"Dean!" Sam hissed, his face going slightly red again. There was laughter on the other line until Sam snapped the phone shut, efficiently cutting off the noise.
-1st person-
"He's leaving," I noticed as I stowed the phone back in my pocket and jerked my chin at where Kurt was getting up from his table. Dean and I followed Kurt out of the joint and all the way back to his apartment, but we didn't go inside, choosing, instead, to wait outside his window for him to try to run off.
"Ready?" Dean checked as he tapped the ammo against the side of the gun before loading his weapon.
"As I'll ever be," I answered, pulling out my gun from the waistband of my jeans. Suddenly, there was a blur and a loud crash, which caused my eyes to snap to the now broken window.
"What the hell…?" Dean muttered, but I was already running past him and into the building.
"Come on!" I called to him as I took the stairs two at a time. Dean kicked in the door and I held my gun at the ready as we walked through the rooms quickly. When we got to the living room, Kurt was lying on the ground, his shredded shirt coated in a layer of red while a figure crouched over him, feasting. "Hey!" I held up the gun, ready to shoot, but when the figure turned, I realized who it was. "Madison?" I whispered in shock. She capitalized on my momentary distraction, using it to grab my wrists and throw me into the wall before slamming her body against Dean's, sending him to the ground as well. She lunged at Dean, who was slumped against the wall to my left, and, without thinking, I sliced a small, silver dagger across her shoulder, causing her to scream with pain. She backed away before turning and leaping out the broken window. Spots danced in my vision until finally, everything faded to black.
I walked up the driveway to the small, wooden cabin in Flagstaff, a flurry of emotions making it difficult to think straight. If he wasn't here, I didn't know where else to look. I was all out of leads. How could he do this? What the hell had he been thinking? I understood wanting to leave. I knew how he felt about what we did. But this? Just vanishing like this?
I hesitated at the door for a moment before knocking loudly. No answer. After a brief pause, I knocked again, louder this time. There was a faint bark from inside, and I almost turned back. Almost. I glanced around at the surrounding forest before kneeling down next to the knob so I could expertly pick the lock and push the door open. The interior of the cabin was very cozy. I turned to my right to see a collage of postcards from various cities and states across America. Across from the postcards was the kitchen, which consisted of a counter, two shelves built into the wall, a stove, and a light green refrigerator in the corner. My eyes landed on the sandy haired dog that had cocked its head at me curiously from where it stood by the couch and the pizza box.
"Don't move," That voice. I heard the familiar click of someone cocking a gun only for the person to put the safety right back on. "Mel?" I slowly turned to face the fourteen-year-old boy that stood gun in hand.
"You planning on killing me, Sammy?" I teased lightly, a relieved smile coming to my face as my eyes scanned his body for any sign of injury.
"Mel…" He seemed to get over his initial shock, for his face broke out into a wide grin. I took a step forward and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go.
"You're alive. Thank god," I whispered before releasing him. I'd been so worried about him.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? And how'd you find me?" He walked past me and to the dog, who was beginning to growl at me.
"Your phone," I explained, still staring at him in shock.
"You want some pizza?" He questioned, gesturing to the pizza box on the table. Do you want some pizza? Do you want some pizza? That was when one emotion overtook the others. Anger.
"'You want some pizza?' That's all you have to say for yourself?" I snapped at him, making him flinch at the sudden fury in my voice. "Sam, Dean and I have been going out of our minds with worry. And John…" I didn't want to think about what John had said when he'd gotten back. Or how much of a wreck Dean was. "You need to come back with me,"
"I'm not going back," He set his jaw in determination and crossed his arms over his chest in defiance. "Look at this, Mel," He gestured to the walls surrounding us. "I'm finally free, okay? I'm not going back," He seemed to see my annoyed, incredulous expression, for he knelt next to his dog, steering its muzzle towards me. "Bones wants me to stay, don't you Bones?"
"Your dog doesn't like me very much," I observed as the dog growled and shook off Sam's hand.
"He just hasn't met you yet," Sammy stood, walking to the pizza box and taking out a slice.
"Sam, come on. Dean-" I began only to have his eyes snap to me and narrow. I almost winced as I saw the realization on his face and anticipated his next question.
"Where is Dean, anyway?" I glanced away from him, thinking about how Dean was lying passed out in the motel room bed.
"He's looking for you," Sam's eyes widened fractionally as he understood where Dean really was, and he looked away, guilt clearly written on his face. "He's not good, Sammy," I whispered, desperately blinking away the emotion that threatened to consume me.
"And you?" I let out a sarcastic bark of laughter at his question but winced when it came out harsher than I'd intended.
"Well, I haven't slept in two days. I spent at least three hours conning my way into getting the phone guy to give me your location. John yelled at Dean and I for a solid hour, and he was so furious that he left us in a motel by ourselves. We don't know when he's coming back. Or if he's coming back," I ranted to him, growing more and more angry by the second. "Jesus, Sam, you couldn't have even called us to say you were alright? We thought you were dead,"
"I'm sorry!" Sam raised his hands in surrender against my torrent of words. "I'm sorry, alright. I didn't think… I didn't know what would happen. I just couldn't live like that anymore. I don't want to be a hunter, Mel. I hate this world. I hate it!" I bit my lip as I stared at the boy, who now had tears in his eyes.
"Okay," I conceded softly, causing him to look up at me in genuine surprise. "Tell you what. If you come back with me now, and if in four years you still feel that way, then I'll help you leave,"
"You will?" He narrowed his eyes at me almost as if he didn't quite believe what I was telling him.
"I will," I confirmed, holding out a hand for him to shake.
"Okay," He accepted my outstretched hand.
When I blinked awake, I was confused. The apartment looked unfamiliar and foreign. Then everything came back to me. Madison. She was the werewolf. I turned my head to the side only for it to explode with pain, eliciting a groan from my lips as I brought a hand to my head gingerly.
"Dean?" I spoke his name as a soft question, ignoring the pain in my head as well as my bruised wrists as I raised myself off the wall. His slumped form didn't move. "Dean," I crawled towards him and shook him gently. Nothing. I propped him up on the wall more fully and cradled his head between my hands. I checked his pulse, and my entire body relaxed in relief when I felt his strong heartbeat. I checked him for injuries quickly, but he looked to be fine aside from the bump in the back of his head. I pulled out my phone and dialed 2 before pressing it between my ear and shoulder.
"Mel?" Sam picked up on the first ring. "Where the hell have you been? Are you okay? Was it him?"
"No, it wasn't. And I've been unconscious," My voice turned slightly bitter as I tried slapping Dean's cheek lightly to wake him up. "Dean's still unconscious,"
"But he's okay?" Sam questioned, concern lining his voice.
"As far as I can tell," I answered, making a huge effort to keep the fear and worry at bay. "Listen, Sam, it's Madison. She's the werewolf. Is she with you?"
"What?" His voice held incredulity and disbelief.
"Yeah," I replied unnecessarily, most of my attention still focused on my unconscious boyfriend in front of me. "Is she with you?" I repeated more forcefully.
"No. I mean, yes, but, Mel, I've been here the whole time. She's in bed asleep," Sam protested, and I could hear the denial in my voice. My pity, however, was kept at bay by Dean's still limp face.
"Yeah, well, she wasn't during the moon. Look, check her shoulder I managed to get her with a silver knife," I told him, gritting my teeth in annoyance that he wouldn't believe me. "Tie her up and wait for us to get there," I snapped the phone shut, knowing he would see the cut and know it was all true. I went to the kitchen, taking a glass and filling it with cold water before returning to the unconscious Dean. "I'm sorry for this," I whispered before splashing the water on his face. He gasped awake, spluttering and groaning while I knelt by his side again, weak with relief.
"Madison," He remembered, his eyes wide.
"She's gone," I reassured him, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
"Sam-" He began, worry in his voice.
"I called him. He knows," I helped Dean to his feet, making sure he was steady before hugging him hard. He stiffened in surprise at first, but soon melted into the hug, letting out a small chuckle.
"You were worried about me?" He teased as I took a step back to kiss him lightly.
"I'm always worried about you," He leaned down to kiss me slowly, one of his hands going to the back of my head to tangle themselves in my long chestnut hair. Dean broke away, his eyes flicking at something past me.
"Uh, Mel," I turned my head to follow his line of sight to the body that was lying on the floor.
"Oh," I muttered. "Right. We should get out of here,"
"Yeah," Dean agreed readily, and we made our way back to the car. The short car ride to Madison's was spent in an angry silence that was directed at her, so, when we did arrive at her apartment, both Dean and I were ready to kill her.
"Hey, our heads feel great. Thanks," Dean greeted her sarcastically as he stormed into the apartment, taking out his gun. I, however, stopped short when I saw the confused and terrified look on her face.
"We got to talk," Sam lowered his voice as he spoke the words behind us. He led us away from her and into the kitchen before turning to face us with an unsure look on his face. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about," He told us, causing Dean to stare at him incredulously.
"She's lying," He stated flatly with a shrug as if that were obvious.
"Maybe," I agreed, glancing back at the room Madison was tied up in. "But there have been cases were werewolves don't know they're changing,"
"You've got to be kidding me," He muttered, turning his disbelieving eyes on me. "You believe her? After what she did? Come on,"
"I'm just saying it's possible that she's blacking out and doesn't know," I didn't back down from the argument, and Dean rolled his eyes.
"Mel, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound ration unconscious," Dean had a good point. Her targets weren't exactly random.
"But what if it was, Dean?" Sam broke in. "What if some animal part of her brain saw both those those guys as threats. Hell, the cop too," Sam brought up a good point, and I readily agreed with it.
"What are you two, dog whispers now?" Dean asked sarcastically, becoming annoyed with the case.
"She's scared, Dean. You can't tell me you don't see it in her eyes when you look at her tied up in there," I gestured to the other room where she was tied to a chair.
"So, she's a good liar," I bit my lip and looked away at Dean's explanation. Somehow, I just couldn't believe it. "She's killing people, Mel,"
"But if she has no control over it-" Sam began only to have Dean interrupt him.
"Exactly!" He hissed in frustration. "Even if she's telling the truth, she can't control it. It's not gonna change anything,"
"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl who has no idea what's happening," Sam argued passionately.
"Sam, Dean's right," I hated what I was about to say, but I forced the words to come out of my mouth anyway. "She is a monster. Whether she knows it or not,"
"Is that really what you think? That we should drop people who don't even know what's happening," I opened and closed my mouth a few times, realizing that this was not about the case at all. "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her,"
"You can't be talking about…" I trailed off as Sam walked around Dean to the door. He was definitely talking about what I was thinking of. "Sam, that's not going to work,"
"Dad's theory," Sam ignored me, pulling out the journal. "Lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline,"
"Might have a cure," Dean emphasized, trying to make his brother see how crazy his plan was. "Meaning 'who the hell knows?',"
"It's worth a shot," Sam declared, frowning at Dean and I in anger.
"Sam, we don't even know where to start looking. It could have been anyone. It could have been years ago for all we know," I threw up my hands in frustration as I spoke.
"No, I don't think so," He seemed to realize something, for he strode purposefully back into the other room. "Madison…" She glared at him harshly. "When were you mugged," Dean and I came into the room as well, and I stood with my arms crossed over my chest. "Please, it's important, all right? Just answer the question,"
"About a month ago," She answered after a moment's pause.
"Did you see the guy?" Sam questioned while she glowered at him and then Dean and I.
"No," She replied shortly. "He grabbed me from behind,"
"Did he bite you?" I glanced at Sam before fixing my eyes on Madison, gauging her reaction. I knew her answer before she spoke it.
"How did you know that?" Dean and I exchanged a glance before looking at Sam again.
"Where?" I joined the interrogation.
"O-on the back of my neck," Sam held up his gun, barrel up, before placing it on the table next to him to show he wasn't a threat. He walked around to her back, slowly moving her hair away from her neck to reveal the small bite mark.
"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse," Dean informed her, causing Sam to give him a look. "Where were you at the time?"
"Walking home from a friend's loft," She responded, more cooperative now that we'd guessed she had a bite mark.
"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point," She nodded, and Sam jerked his head towards the kitchen. Dean and I followed him, and he shut the doors behind us. "SAme place where those other murders happened," He noted unnecessarily. "I'm telling you, it's the werewolf's hunting grounds,"
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's going to be out there tonight," Dean protested, shrugging.
"Well, it is the right time of the lunar cycle," I pointed out, knowing that the werewolf most likely would be out tonight.
"She's right," Sam agreed, glancing at Dean and seeing his still doubtful features. "Look, man, I know it's a long shot,"
"You two are forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon. We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet," Dean brought up a good point.
"Sam will stay with her," Sam nodded in agreement with my words.
"And if she busts loose?" Dean questioned seriously, and Sam was quiet. "Sam,"
"I'll do it," Sam muttered quietly.
"Sam," Dean began, both of us knowing that Sam might not have the heart to kill her.
"I'll shoot her, all right?" His voice broke slightly as he looked at us with equal seriousness. "But, guys, I need you two to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Please. We can save this girl," I think it was something in Sam's expression that made us agree. I swear, if that boy had asked to check into the Ritz, I would've agreed in that moment.
"Okay," Dean and I nodded and walked past him out the door.
I shifted slightly in my seat, letting my hearing drift. Night had fallen quickly while Dean and I sat in the Impala at Hunter's Point. I was almost certain that this plan wasn't going to work, but I went along with it anyway to appease Sammy. That and the fact that there was another werewolf on the loose, and it was our job to kill it.
"Help!" I straightened in my seat as I heard the high pitched scream. "Help me please!" I focused on the sounds around her to hear a low snarl behind her.
"I hear it. Come on," I nearly took of the door getting out of the Impala and sprinting toward the sound. I sprinted two blocks before turning sharply down an alley. The woman tripped and fell, spinning on the ground to face the thing that loomed above her.
"Hey, buddy," I called to it. When it raised it's head, I was stunned to see it was Glenn from the apartment across from Madison's. It growled at me and instantly had two bullet holes torn through its chest. It fell to the ground, and I glanced back to see Dean slowly lowering his gun. The woman got up, staring at us like we were the insane ones as Glenn coughed and spluttered on the ground. "Your welcome," Sarcasm dripped from my words as I spoke to her. She spun and took off down the road as fast as her six inch heels would carry her.
"Yeah, don't mention it!" Dean called after her, but she didn't stop running. I walked cautiously towards Glenn, keeping my gun pointed at the bleeding werewolf who was turning back into a man.
"It happened…again," He coughed, a shudder going through his body. "Where am I?" His wide, terrified eyes focused on me. "H-help me. Please. God. Oh, my God."
"It's…okay," I tried to tell him, but I couldn't quite force myself to sound convincing.
"P-please help-p m-me. I-I don't w-want t-to die," He begged me to help him, but there was nothing I could do.
"It's alright, Glenn. Just try to relax," Dean spoke from behind me, his words sounding reassuring. Glenn's eyes fixed on him for a moment before they grew unfocused. A moment later, his body went limp, and his eyes clouded over. "Hey," Dean took the gun from my fingers gently, pulling me away from the body.
"We need to get out of here," I realized, remembering the woman who ran away from us. She'd probably called the police by now.
"Yeah," Dean agreed as we reached the Impala, and I pulled out my phone, dialing 2.
"Did you do it?" Sam's voice greeted me after two rings.
"Yeah, it's done," I answered, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. I'd heard the fear in his voice. The pain. The confusion.
"Are you and Dean alright?" He asked, and I could tell that, despite my efforts to conceal it, my voice had betrayed how shaken I was.
"Yeah, we're fine. We're coming to you," I told him as Dean began to drive out of the alley we'd parked in.
"Okay," Sam replied, and I snapped the phone shut, shoving it in my pocket.
"You know we had no choice, right?" Dean glanced at me as he spoke, but I wasn't sure whether he was saying the words to comfort himself or me. Either way, I took his hand gently in mine, running my thumb along the back of it.
"I know," Dean's hand tightened around mine as he drove to Madison's. By the time we got there, it was sunny out, and Sam was waiting for us outside her apartment.
"It was actually kind of sad," Dean confessed as Sam got into the back. "Glenn had no clue what was going on," He mused, still keeping his hand tightly around mine. "Why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?"
"He was in love with her," I replied easily, causing both boys to turn to look at me in surprise. "You didn't notice? It was obvious he had a thing for her,"
"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little hot breeding action," Dean suggested, glancing in the rearview at Sam, who clenched his jaw at Dean's choice of words.
"Yeah, something like that," He agreed, choosing to ignore his brother's tone.
"So, speaking of Madison," I began only to have Sam roll his eyes.
"Oh, whatever," He muttered.
"Don't 'whatever' us. You liked her. Maybe, uh-" Dean started, grinning at his brother.
"Dean," Sam stopped him from continuing. "She thought I was a stark-raving lunatic," He pointed out sensibly and a bit disappointedly.
"Well, to be fair, you did save her life," I added, glancing at Sam. "She probably only thinks your a mild lunatic now," That made Sam let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, thanks, Mel," I gave him a small wave in acknowledgement and smiled broadly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the back window, and Sam rolled it down, allowing Madison to bend down to talk to him.
"You know, for a stakeout, your car's a bit conspicuous," She pointed out, making me struggle to hold in a laugh. "What are you still doing here?"
"Honestly? Uh… we're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we got to be one hundred percent, so, you know, we're… lurking," Madison just looked at him with disbelief written all over her face.
"Look, I know this sounds crazy-" Sam began apologetically, turning from Dean to face her.
"It sure does," Madison agreed, glancing away and then back at us as if deciding something. "Well, if we're gonna wait it out… we might as well do it together," I was starting to like her even more now. She led us up the stairs and into her apartment, shutting the door behind us. "You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything," She walked around us to come to a stop in front of Sam. "What you did - it was to help me,"
"Yeah," Sam confirmed softly, looking at her with something like pity.
"I did all this horrible things…when I turned," Sam's lips tightened, and he glanced at me and then flicked his eyes to Dean before looking at Madison again.
"You didn't know," He comforted her.
"So when will we know for sure? Moonrise?" She asked, getting back to the problem at hand.
"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we got to hang in till sunup," I glanced back and forth between Sam and Madison as Sam spoke, and I couldn't help the small smile that came to my face.
"Well, looks like we got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" I laughed lightly at Dean's joke, trying to break the mounting tension.
-3rd person-
Sam walked through the halls of his small house, looking for more beers for his two best friends. Well, his best friend and his girlfriend. Brady and Jess. He found the beers in his fridge and walked back to them, setting the six pack on the table.
"Thank god. I was beginning to think you didn't have any alcohol in this shiny new place of yours," Sam rolled his eyes at Brady's words. Brady was already a little drunk, but then again, Brady got drunk a lot. He had invited his best friend and his girlfriend over to get drunk and celebrate him moving in to his new house. He was in his junior year, after all. He'd thought it was time to get his own place.
"Hey, what's that?" Brady asked, pointing to some pictures Sam had in frames on a table by the far wall.
"Just some old pictures I don't know what to do with," He shrugged, taking a sip of his newly opened beer. Brady had been his roommate for two years, but Sam hadn't put up the pictures in his dorm. In fact, he hadn't talked much about his previous life, which was probably the main reason Brady and Jess became so interested.
"Of who?" She questioned, rising from the couch despite Sam's protests, and Brady stumbled behind her as they made their way to the table.
"Just some old friends. Family. That sort of thing," He tried to shrug it off. "Hey, why don't we see what's on?" He reached for the remote only to see his friends weren't distracted at all.
"Who's this?" She picked up a photo, and Brady made a too-loud 'oh' noise, turning to Sam and mouthing 'busted'. Sam frowned, not sure what they were talking about until he came over and saw her holding up a picture of a younger him, laughing at the camera as Mel rode piggy back.
"That's Mel," He told her, missing the way her eyes scrutinized the picture. Brady peered at the girl in the picture and wolf whistled.
"She's a dime," He commented as Jess and Sam both turned a glare on him, efficiently shutting him up.
"She's your ex-girlfriend?" She concluded, sounding jealous, and Sam forced himself to laugh.
"No, no," He glanced at the box next to the table before dropping next to it and rifling through some of the pictures he had yet to sort through. He rose when he found the picture he was looking for. "She's Dean's girlfriend. Or was. They broke up," He explained, handing Jess the picture. Dean had his arms around Mel's waist, and his head was bent so he could kiss the side of her forehead while she smiled at the camera.
"Dean's your brother," She remembered from when he'd told her a few weeks ago. He found that he liked the fact that she'd remembered his family. "They're cute," She told him, smiling slightly at the picture. Everyone had that reaction.
"You said they were broken up?" Sam glanced at Brady, not liking the tone he was striking.
"Yeah," He answered cautiously.
"Well, I was thinking, I hooked you up with Jess, maybe you can… return the favor," Sam definitely did not like the way Brady was looking at the picture of Mel.
"She's four years older than you," He pointed out, and Brady shrugged.
"Not like I haven't been there," He wiggled his eyebrows, making Sam want to throw up.
"Brady, knock it off," Jess snapped at the boy, who just rolled his eyes at her.
"Come on, Jess. I want a pretty girl too," He pretended to pout and then broke it by laughing. "Besides, she looks like she'd be a ton of fun in the bedroom," He wiggled his eyebrows, but his look was cut off when Sam slammed him into the wall, an arm at his throat.
"Sam!" Jess cried in shock, trying to pull Sam off of his friend.
"She's like my sister," He growled at the boy, who suddenly looked very sorry he'd brought it up.
"Okay, okay, dude. Damn," Brady coughed as Sam finally allowed Jess to drag him away from the boy. "I'm sorry,"
"I think you should leave," His friend stared at him in genuine surprise.
"Look, if I said-" He began, only to stop short at Sam's glare. "Fine. Sorry," He held up his hands, rolling his eyes before walking away. Jess looked back at her boyfriend in shock.
"I'm sorry," Sam apologized. "It's just… for a long time, Mel and Dean were all I had. She's basically a sister to me," Well, most of that was true anyway. Jess held up a hand to stop his explanation.
"It's okay. Believe me, I know what it's like to be protective of someone," He nodded, glad she understood. She really was a godsend. "Now, come on," She pulled him by his collar toward the bedroom. "Let's see if that new bed works as well as the rest of this place," He laughed and allowed her to lead him into the other room.
Sam watched the sun come up with Madison next to him and Dean and Mel behind him. Madison turned to him after a moment, hope clearly written on her face.
"Does - does this mean it worked?" She questioned eagerly.
"Yeah, I think so," Sam found himself smiling as he allowed himself to believe that she was cured.
"Oh, god, thank you," She hugged Sam gratefully as Dean and Mel exchanged a knowing look. "Thank you," Dean cleared his throat loudly, and the two separated reluctantly.
"You too, Dean. And you, Mel," She thanked them both as they smiled at her. "Thank you,"
"Ah, don't mention it," Dean brushed off the gratitude while Mel's eyes flicked from Sam to Madison and back.
"So, Dean and I are gonna go back to the motel," She excused them, throwing Dean a look.
"Yeah," He agreed as they began backing up slowly. "Watch some pay-per-view or something," Mel grabbed his arm, rolling her eyes as she pulled him around to face the door. She opened it and pushed him out in front of her into the hallway before turning around to throw Sam a wink.
"You two have fun," She then shut the door behind herself and Dean, leaving Sam and Madison alone by the window. Madison caught the wink that Mel had given Sam before she left, and she frowned as her eyes flicked to Sam's small smile as he stared at the door.
"That was smooth," She commented, drawing his attention back to her.
"They, uh," He had that small smile back on his face as he glanced at the door. "They mean well,"
"You mean they think you're gonna get laid," She corrected him, drawing his full attention as he realized what she must think of him right then.
"Look, I-" He began in an apologetic tone.
"It's okay," She tried to stop him by putting up a hand.
"No," He shook his head, needing to make it right. "I know I scared the crap out of you, all right? I-I mean, I tied you to a chair," He reminded her in a dejected voice. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep with her.
"That's right up there with me scratching up your face," She noted, glancing to the angry, red scratch marks on his cheek.
"There's just no way…we could go back, you know? To before it happened," Suddenly, his mind took him back to when he'd realized why Dean hooked up with so many girls. His mind went back to what Dean had said.
"You're right," He could barely concentrate on what Madison was saying, but he desperately tried. He tried to keep the thoughts away. "There's just no way," Then she stepped forward and kissed him before pulling back just as he started to respond. Dean had been right. It did help him forget her. He grabbed Madison's face gently and slammed his lips down on hers again.
-1st Person-
I shut the door to Madison's apartment behind Dean and I before walking down the hallway beside him. He wrapped a loose arm around my waist as we walked back to the Impala.
"Do you think he'll do it?" Dean asked, glancing up at the window to Madison's apartment.
"Yeah, I do," I answered truthfully, smiling slightly. She'd be a good match for Sam. She was headstrong, funny, smart, and she knew about what we did.
"Tell you what, though," I turned my attention to Dean as he began to drive. "We have the whole day to ourselves," A small smile grew on my lips as he said that. We hadn't had a day off in at least a month.
"What'd you have in mind?" I asked him, smiling widely as he pulled up in front of the motel. I got out of the car, slamming the door behind me, and let out a short cry of surprise as my legs were swept out from under me. I turned my head to my left only to realize it was Dean who was now carrying me to the room we shared. My cry turned into a laugh as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he opened the door, playfully throwing me onto the bed before kicking the door shut. He shrugged off his jacket while I kicked off my shoes and he did the same. He rested a hand next to my head, straddling my waist on the bed as he leaned down to kiss me heatedly. I slipped my fingers under his shirt, pushing it upwards, and our lips parted just long enough for his shirt to slip over his head and get tossed onto the floor. Mine followed shortly after.
"We should set Sammy up with girls more often," Dean commented, causing me to laugh lightly and glance up at his face. I was resting my head on his shoulder while his arm was wrapped around my shoulder, his hand stroking my arm absentmindedly.
"Next time, though, let's make sure she's not a werewolf," I added, making Dean chuckle and press a kiss into my hair.
"Deal," He agreed, still chuckling. I shifted slightly, the hand that had been resting on his chest began toying with the fingers of his free hand. We'd just finished having sex for the fourth time, and I found myself desperately wishing we could stay like this forever. No worries. No psychics. No yellow-eyed demon. Nothing. Just us. "I'm hungry," Dean murmured, making me laugh.
"I already ordered pizza," I reminded him, causing him to chuckle.
"God, I love you," I propped myself up on my elbow, leaning over to kiss him softly before planting light, butterfly kisses along his jawline and nibbling his ear. He let out a breathy moan, which made me smile triumphantly. He turned his head to capture my lips with his urgently, and I laid my hand softly on his cheek as I kissed him back with equal passion. That's when there was a rough knock on the door. Dean groaned in annoyance as I broke away from him.
"I thought you were hungry," I joked, pecking his lips before slipping my bra on and thanking god I'd worn one that clipped in the front. There was another knock, this one even harsher. "Alright, I'm coming!" I called, vaguely annoyed.
"Why's the pizza man so impatient?" Dean grumbled as he trailed his fingers over my bare arms. I threw on the nearest shirt, which happened to be his blue flannel, before standing. "You look better in that shirt then I do," Dean noted as I buttoned it quickly. I leaned over to kiss him again, but there was another bang at the door. Was he trying to break the door down or something? I grabbed some money off the desk and opened the door.
"How much do I…" I trailed off as I saw Sammy's terrified, shocked face in the doorway instead of a pizza man. "Sammy,"
"She-she turned," He stammered out, his eyes wide and his face sweaty.
"What are you talking about?" My eyes locked on his face to see he was deadly serious.
"I couldn't grab her in time," He panted, his face looking regretful and guilty as well as worried and fearful.
"We're going to find her, okay?" I promised him solemnly before glancing down at myself and then looking back at where Dean was standing behind me in nothing but a pair of boxers. "Just, uh, give us a minute," Sam nodded, an unreadable expression in his eyes as I shut the door. I grabbed my jeans and threw them on before taking off Dean's shirt and putting mine on. I tossed Dean his flannel and grabbed the keys to the Impala. We both hurried out and met Sam by the stairs.
"I already talked to Bobby. He doesn't know anything, except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. They all say it's impossible to reverse it," Sammy informed us as we descended the stairs towards the Impala.
"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?" Dean questioned, but I already had an idea about that.
"She probably has to be sleeping for it to work," I realized as Sam whirled on us.
"What the hell does it matter, guys?" I was taken aback by his tone as he glared at the two of us as if it were our fault she had turned. "We got to find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something,"
"Yeah, but if there was, don't you think someone we know would have known?" Dean questioned logically, making Sam glare at him.
"Then we have to look harder until we find something," Sam insisted, refusing to accept what was right in front of him.
"Sammy, I don't think there's much else we can do," I spoke, choosing my words carefully. He turned his wide incredulous, betrayed eyes on me in shock.
"What?" He seemed somehow hurt by the fact I would even imply it.
"Look, she's a sweet girl, but part of her is-" Dean defended me only to be cut off by Sam.
"Evil?" He finished for Dean. "Yeah, that's what they say about us," Sam gestured to himself and me before he turned to face me. "Remember?"
"We never dropped any bodies," I protested, causing him to give me a look. "Not any human ones, anyway,"
"You thought I did," Sam reminded us, causing both Dean and I to wince in pain. "So you won't kill me, but her your just gonna blow away?" He raised his voice to a shout by the end of his sarcastic question. His cellphone ring saved Dean and I from having to formulate a response to that.
Sam? A familiar voice came over the line. Madison.
"Madison, where are you?" Sam started for the car without looking to see if we were following him.
I don't - I don't - I don't know where I am. She was crying on the phone as she stuttered out her response.
"Well, do you see any street signs?" Sam questioned hurriedly.
Um… yeah, yeah. Middle Point. She told him, choking on a sob.
"All right. All right. Hold on, Maddie. We're coming to get you. Just stay where you are," I slid into the backseat while Dean began driving away from the motel. When we arrived at where she was standing in a pay phone, she readily jumped into the backseat with me. I did my best to comfort her, although I already knew how this was going to play out. We managed to get her back to her apartment, and she sat down heavily, looking shocked at what had just happened.
"I don't remember anything," She told us as Sam sat down in a chair next to her and Dean sat on the table. I chose to remain standing, my arms crossed over my chest as I scrutinized her. "I probably killed someone last night, didn't I?" Her gaze moved slowly for Sam as she searched for a different answer. Sam didn't speak, just averted his gaze to his hands.
"There's no way to know for sure," I tried to give her hope, but that was hard to do when I had so little to begin with.
"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Madison asked hopefully.
"We'll find something. I mean, there's got to be some answer - somewhere," Sam promised her.
"That's not entirely true," Dean finally spoke up morosely. "Madison, you deserve to know the truth. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure,"
"Is - Is he right?" She looked at Sam for an answer, but Sam just looked down at his hands before getting up angrily.
"We could just lock you up at night," I offered a solution, even though part of me knew we couldn't do that.
"But I'd get out. Some night I would," She finished for me, and my eyes flicked to her face briefly before going to the floor, answering her question with my silence.
"We're sorry," Dean told her sadly, glancing back at me while I just nodded in agreement with his words. "We are,"
"So I guess that's all there is to it, then," She spoke through a small sob.
"Stop it," Her words had made Sam turn back to her with wide eyes. "Don't talk like that,"
"Sam, I don't want to hurt anyone else," She told him, her voice breaking as she continued. "I don't want to hurt you," This argument was getting too familiar. It was as though I was watching what would happen if I should give in and turn evil. It was as though I was watching my future play out before me. Madison picked up the gun off the table and walked over to Sam.
"Put that down," He sounded as though he were begging her instead of asking.
"I can't do it myself," She pleaded with him, turning the gun over so the butt was against his chest. "I need you to help me,"
"Madison, no," His gaze met hers as he spoke the words forcefully.
"Sam, I'm a monster," I wanted to leave the room, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just stood there, frozen, watching the scene unfold before me.
"You don't have to be," Sam tried to reason with her. "We could find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you," He swore, but it came out sounding like a beg.
"You tried. I know you tried," She let out a small sob as she pressed the gun into his chest. "This is all there is left," His eyes flicked down to the gun and back up to her. "I want you to do it. I want it to be you,"
"I can't," He told her with an air of finality.
"I don't want to die," She let out a small laugh despite the tears running down her cheeks. "I don't. But I can't live like this. This is the way you can save me. Please. I'm asking you to save me," I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks.
-3rd Person-
Dean turned away from Sam and Madison to look at Mel, who had her eyes squeezed shut tightly, but he could see the single tear running down her face. It hurt him. His eyes flicked back to Sam to see tears running down his face as well. It hurt him to see the two people he loved most in the world in pain. He walked slowly towards Madison, taking the gun from her fingers gently. Sam looked to Dean for a moment before his eyes flicked to Mel, who looked horrified by what was happening. He met her eyes for a brief moment before stalking past Dean. Mel followed him into the other room, and found him leaning on a wall with his head pressed against it.
"Sam," She murmured softly, feeling horrible about everything that was happening. She moved around him, sniffling slightly while she tried to choke back the tears. "Sammy,"
"It's not fair," He whispered, not caring if he sounded twelve. "It's not fair,"
"No," Mel agreed softly. "It's not fair,"
"I was supposed to save her," He told her, shaking his head. "Me. It was my job,"
"You can save her," Mel would have given anything not to have Sam go through what he was going through, but she knew he had to do it. For Madison. "You have to be strong for her," She told him, knowing that would get his attention, and it did. He looked up from the floor, his eyes fixing on her. "She's earned that,"
"Sam," Came a different voice from behind the two. Mel glanced past Sam at where Dean was standing, and Dean flinched when he saw Sam's pain reflected on her face. Slowly, Sam turned to face his big brother. "I'm sorry,"
"No, you're both right," He realized, sniffling as tears stained his face. "She's right,"
"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it," Dean offered, but Mel shook her head, knowing that Sam wouldn't let his brother pull the trigger.
"She asked me to," His voice broke as he spoke those words.
"You don't have to," Dean tried, but somewhere inside him, he knew it was no use.
"Yes, I do," He sniffled again as new tears made their way down his face, and he held out his shaky hand for the gun. "Please," Dean's eyes flicked to Mel, and she nodded painfully. He handed the gun to his brother slowly and reluctantly. "Just wait here," Mel put her hand on his shoulder, but all he could offer her was a shaky smile before beginning to walk towards the other room. The room where Madison was waiting for her bullet. Dean came up behind Mel and gently slipped his arms around her waist, burying his lips in the top of her hair.
Sam turned back to see Mel's hands wrapped tightly in Dean's as Dean's arms wound around her waist, pressing her closer to him. Her eyes were fixed on him, and Sam could clearly see the twin tears that had escaped her shining, hazel orbs. Dean's lips were pressed into the top of her head, but Sam could still see his eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed. Somehow, Sam knew exactly what Dean was thinking. He was thinking about loosing her. He was thinking about what would happen if Madison was Melody. What he would do. Sam turned and went into the other room, raising the gun.
Mel felt warm wetness hit her hair like a raindrop. She realized distantly that Dean was crying. She untangled her right hand from Dean's and brought it up to the side of his face. He turned slightly to plant a soft kiss on her palm before his hand covered her smaller one again. He brought their joined hands around her waist again as they waited.
They both flinched as the deafening bang of the gunshot filled the room.
Hoped you liked it! So I promised you last chapter that I would answer the reviews, so here are the reviews to last chapter:
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Grapejuice101: I think you're going to like this chapter, and I'm definitely going to try to put in more of a jealous Sam. I'm happy that you like Mel and the flashbacks. I'll try to put in more flashbacks!
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