Heart
"This lawyer guy the first heart-free corpse in town?" Dean asked Sam as he cleaned his gun.
"The first man. Over the past year, several women have gone missing. Dead bodies all washed up later in the bay, too deteriorated to draw firm conclusions."
"But no hearts?" Genna asked as she polished her katana. Too similar.
"No hearts. They were all hookers working Hunter's Point. Now, cops are trying to keep things under wrap, but they're looking for a serial killer," Sam said as he grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.
"And the lunar cycle?" She asked getting intrigued.
"Mhm. Yeah, month after month, all the murders happen in the week leading up to the full moon."
"Which is this week, right?" Genna put her katana down and placed it gently in her bag.
"Hence the lawyer," Sam said with a slight laugh.
"Awesome," she said simply.
"Gen, could you be a bigger geek about this?" Dean laughed, as did she.
"I'm sorry, Sam, but what about "a human by day, an animal killing machine by moonlight" don't you understand? I mean, werewolves are fascinating. I haven't seen one since I was a kid."
"Okay, Sparky. And you know what? After we kill it, we can go to Disneyland," Sam said sarcastically, sitting on the bed across from Dean.
"You know what the best part about it is? We already know how to bring these creatures down," she held up a silver bullet, "One of these right to the heart. So, what's our next move?" Although Genna loved werewolves and learning about them, that still didn't stop her from doing what she had to do, and that was getting rid of them. The human on the inside may be kind and gentle, but that didn't stop the beast they became from being everything but.
"Talk to the girl who found the body," Sam looked at the clock, then at the door.
"Hey, where's Addie?" Genna looked at Dean from the corner of her eye, but kept her head down.
"She's, uh, down the street. She went to a small diner for some coffee." Sam smiled slightly.
"There isn't a diner for at least the next 10 miles. You mean to tell me she walked 10 miles just to get some coffee?"
"What can I say? The girl loves her coffee," Genna said still rummaging through her bag, pretending to look for something.
"Well, our shower isn't working so well. I'll just go over to your room and use that one. She probably won't be back for at least another hour," Sam said as he headed for the door.
"Sam, wait!" He turned around with a grin on his face, but wiped it off to listen. Genna sighed.
"She's still in the room. I don't think she'll be coming over here any time soon." Sam crossed his arms and walked towards her.
"Why?" He really didn't know.
"I haven't told you this either, Dean. She'll kill me if either of you know, but I'm sick of the tension," Dean set down his gun and Sam sat on the bed next to him so they could be somewhat eye level with her. She took a deep breath.
"You both know that a few days ago, things got a little out of control," they nodded in remembrance," the only side of the matter that you know of is that Addie and Sam drove off together and we found her tied up to a chair, distressed. It took a lot of begging and not giving in to her stubborn close-mindedness, but she finally told me what really happened at the bar." You could tell that Sam was beginning to listen attentively. He assumed that Adonia was angry with him for tying her up and scaring her, but as far as any conversations, that was a blur.
"You came onto her, Sam. And I don't mean in a romantic kind of way. It was forceful and far from heartfelt. You didn't exactly hurt her, but it wasn't sincere. You made her confess to things she never wanted to come out in the first place. You made her think that we're all terrified of her and her new powers. You mocked her, you were cruel, you knocked her unconscious. I'm sorry, Sam, but even though that wasn't really you, she just can't find the strength to talk to you. Let alone see you." Dean looked wide eyed and Sam was in shock. He stood and paced.
"Wow. I didn't think you had it in you, Sammy. Mr. Sensitivity turned to a bigger asshole than me," Dean said with a slight laugh.
"Shut up, Dean," Genna said with a frown.
"I have to go talk to her," Genna stepped in front of him.
"Sam, listen to me. You have to give her time. It's only been a few days and it practically traumatized her. Trying to speak to her now will only make things worse. Now, I'm trying to talk to her when I can and convince her that that's not who you really are and you didn't mean what you said to her." Sam looked confused.
"What did I say to her exactly? What did she confess to?" Genna looked over at Dean for a moment and back at Sam.
"I can't tell you. She can tell you if she wants, but honestly, I don't think she ever will. Not now." Sam sighed.
"Alright. I'll leave her alone. Let's just go."
I can't go on to live like this. Blocking everyone out. They're all I have. Long or short term is merely the everyday question that wanders my mind. A lot has happened. Many things are changing; physically, mentally, emotionally. I feel like I've lived in this silence wherever the road takes us. I don't want to be that person. That's how the good become evil. They keep everything bottled up inside as powers increase until one day they snap and all is lost. I was born good and I'll die good. If that means it comes with fear from loved ones and no one by my side as I die, than so be it. I refuse to die by someone like the Winchester's, Genna, and myself. Demons are conniving, cynical, and mischievous creatures. They tell you things to mess with your head. You would think they would be all lies, but sadly, a lot of the times, they're just being brutally honest. They see all and they know how people really feel. I guess his job was to tell me what I was too blind to see. I need to talk to him, I know, but now is not a good time. I can hear them. She told him. She told him everything I told her not to. No reason to be upset. She left out the details of my heart. I think they're coming. Just wake up. You can do it. Come on, wake up.
Genna entered the room with Sam and Dean behind her. Adonia lied on the queen sized bed as stiff as a board; resembling Sleeping Beauty.
"Addie, get up. We have to interview this woman on the werewolf case," Genna said as she walked next to her. Genna looked over her body.
"Is she breathing?" Dean asked from afar. Sam elbowed him and gave him a look.
"She's fine." I think. She thought to herself.
"Addie," Genna said as she shook her gently on the arm. Adonia's temperature was slightly on the colder side. Sam approached the bed with caution and worry. Genna tucked her hair behind her ear and sat down on the bed beside her fragile friend.
"Addie, wake up!" She said shaking her less gentle.
Wake up, dammit! Wake up!
"Addie, wake up. Can you hear us?"
Sam? Her eyes began to flutter open. She sat up and looked at everyone.
"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost," Adonia said jokingly. Sam looked back at his brother who was still in shock.
"You're one hell of a sleeper," Dean said trying to lighten the mood. Adonia slid off the bed from the other side and stood perfectly fine.
"Yeah. That's one of the reasons why I don't sleep. I get tired, but going without sleep is something I've always been used to, so it doesn't affect me," everyone looked confused, even Genna, "I don't know why, but for some reason, when I fall asleep, I fall into a deep, deep sleep. Deeper than you could imagine. I enter this state of mind where I just think and I know I'm in this state and I know what I'm thinking. I have to tell myself to wake up. My heart rate slows and my body cools. Sometimes all it takes is to hear a person's voice, sometimes it takes hours to wake me up. My parents used to tell me that it has to do with my empath abilities. Instead of enforcing it, I try to avoid it. But I was so tired and exhausted from this past week, I just fell asleep. So, don't worry. It's nothing to be afraid of, I don't sleep walk or anything," she said with a laugh.
"Why didn't you tell me? You could have given us a heads up," Genna said, now standing.
"I did. I told you at the beginning not to let me fall asleep," she said with a smile. She grabbed her bag and stood by the door.
"Alright, lets go."
"Hey, Sam," Adonia called from the backseat. Sam turned around.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry I haven't been able to train you with your powers. We'll have to try to pick it up again soon. You know, whenever we get the time," Sam smiled.
"Sure. Sounds good." When Sam turned back around, Genna looked at her friend with a confused look.
"You don't make any sense to me. One minute you refuse to speak to him. The next you want to help him with his powers. What's on your mind now?" Genna asked her through thought.
"Just because a demon possessed Sam and spoke what he was feeling, doesn't mean I should hold it against him. I will help him with his powers. I promised him that. But that doesn't mean I'll let him back in. Not yet. I'm not ready. I'm not even sure I want to hear what he's thinking come out of his mouth. Maybe he does care about me in that way and maybe he doesn't. I'm not even sure I want to know anymore. I've been hurt too many times and making things personal is only going to make it worse for everybody." Adonia watched the road as she communicated with Genna. Genna looked out her window.
"Then what about Dean and I? We made things personal and Hell didn't freeze over. We don't have all the personal time in the world, but we're making the best of it." Adonia smiled.
"You and Dean are an exception. Sam and I are different. We both have powers that get in the way of everything. You have powers too, yes, but not like this. You're the lucky ones. Just be happy that you can have each other. I want something I can't have. It would make things too complicated. But hey, that's what love is, right?"
They pulled up to the green, somewhat Victorian apartment. They went inside and knocked on the door. Madison opened the door in her casual attire.
"I don't understand. I already gave my statement," she said as she led them to the living room. She was a pale, brunette with big brown eyes. Attractive to most men, it seemed.
"Right, well, we just need to verify a few things," Genna said walking behind her.
"This is my neighbor, Glen. Glen, this is Detective..."
"Landis. And Detective Dante, Miller, and Spielberg," Dean gave the introductions. Genna sent a subtle glare in his direction when she realized he picked directors of The Twilight Zone. He pat Sam on the back and gave Genna a shrug. Glen, who was wearing a "Mission Church" shirt stood.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you to it," he said nervously and out of place.
"Okay. Thanks for the casserole," Madison said to him as he stood in front of her. His shaggy brown hair and beard gave off a creepy appeal.
"Oh, how thoughtful," Dean said "kindly".
"Just call if you need anything," Glen said quietly. He smiled and walked away as everyone watched him. Adonia widened her eyes and exhaled, trying not to laugh.
"He's sweet. He came over to check up on me," Madison said directed towards Adonia.
"Have a seat," she directed them to the kitchen table.
"You must be pretty shaken up. You were Nate Mulligan's assistant, right?" Sam asked from across Madison.
"For two years, yeah."
"So, you knew all about him?" Dean asked to the left of her. Genna and Adonia sat across from him.
"Probably knew more about him than he did. Nate was…he was nice," she said with a smile.
"But?" Sam asked knowing there was an exception.
"Nothing, really. He had a few scotches in him, and he started hitting on anyone in a five-mile radius. You know the type," Everyone loved and looked at Dean, who was actually looking Madison up and down.
"Yeah, we do, actually," Genna said giving Dean a glare. He looked up and snapped out of it.
"Did he have any enemies?" Dean asked seriously.
"What do you mean? It sure looked like an animal attack," Madison said confused, yet defensively.
"No, yeah, we're just covering all the bases. Anyone that might have had a beef with him –- a former client, an ex?" Dean explained. Genna noticed her thinking of something.
"What?" She asked.
"Well, this is embarrassing. My ex-boyfriend, Kurt-"
"Kurt have a last name?" Dean asked.
"Mueller. After we broke up, he went kind of nuts. 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."
"What happened?" Sam asked, listening attentively.
"Kurt got into it with Nate, threw a punch before security grabbed him. I was lucky to keep my job."
"When was the last time you saw Kurt?" Adonia asked, chiming in.
"A few nights ago. Actually, the night Nate died. We were all grabbing drinks at this bar, and Kurt showed up."
"And?" Dean asked.
"Nothing. It was like he was watching me. Then he was gone. To tell you the truth…he scares me."
"So what do you think?" Dean asked directed at everyone as they entered the Impala.
"Stalker ex-boyfriend? He hates the boss. And he was there that night," Genna answered logically.
"You think he's our dog-face boy?" Dean asked to make sure.
"Well, it's a theory," Sam said somewhat agreeing with her.
"We've had worse," Adonia noted as she closed her door. Genna agreed.
"What do you say we pay Kurt a visit?" Dean said starting the car.
The boys picked the lock to Kurt's apartment and entered successfully. They took a look around the kitchen.
"Anything?" Sam asked looking through some papers. Dean closed the fridge door.
"No. Nothing but leftovers and a six pack."
"Check the freezer. Maybe there's some human hearts behind the Haagen-Dazs or something," Adonia joked. As Dean turned to the freezer, they heard a door open and close, followed by a crash outside. Dean stepped out the sliding glass door onto the balcony. On the wall of the building, he noticed claw marks sliding all the way down to the ground.
"Come here! Check it out." Everyone followed outside. They heard a gunshot and raced down to the street, only to find the policeman's body completely mauled.
"I'll call 911," Sam said. Dean knelt down to examine the body.
"I'd say Kurt's looking more and more like our Cujo," Dean said seriously in his own way.
"Dean, if he's out here, we better check on Madison," Adonia said; always thinking of the innocent.
They hurried back to Madison's apartment and knocked on her door. Glen opened his door.
"What's going on?"
"Police business, Glen," Dean said with some imaginary authority. Madison opened the door, surprised to see them.
"What is it?" Sam turned to Glen.
"Well...maybe we should talk privately?" Madison went into the kitchen with a silk, medium length robe on and took out three coffee cups. There wasn't much coffee left, so she poured a small amount in each cup as Sam, Dean, and Adonia held it out for her.
"Has Kurt been here?" Sam asked.
"Not exactly," Madison said with some uncertainty in her voice.
"What exactly does 'not exactly' mean?" Dean asked with a slight laugh.
"Well, he was outside last night. Just…looking. Just looking at me," the hunters exchange a look, "Has he done something?'
"We're not really sure," Adonia said trying not to worry her.
"It's probably nothing, but…we just don't wanna take any chances. In fact, one of us should probably stay here with you, just in case he stops by. Where does he work?" Dean asked her.
"He owns a body shop."
"You mind grabbing that address for us," she nodded and left the room. Adonia and Genna followed.
"Thanks." Dean said over his shoulder.
"Alright. You go, I'll stay," Sam said genuinely.
"Forget that. You go after the creepy ex. I'm gonna hang here with the hot chick," Dean said with a smirk.
"Dude, why do you always get to hang out with the girls?"
"Because I'm older."
"No, screw that. We'll settle this the old-fashion way. I'll get Genna and ask her who she thinks should stay with her," Sam started to walk past Dean, but Dean grabbed his arm.
"Alright, fine. I'm not used to that yet," Dean let out a sigh. Sam smiled.
"The price you have to pay when you're in a relationship," Sam teased.
"Hey. Don't say that. We haven't exactly talked about that kind of stuff yet. I mean, we haven't even..." Dean avoided the words. Sam cocked his head forward in surprise.
"You haven't had sex with her?" Sam whispered. Dean looked embarrassed.
"It hasn't crossed my mind. That's all. Look, you just stay here, alright? I'm leaving." Dean was clearly being defensive.
"Bundle up tonight," Sam said as he patted Dean's back when he turned away.
Dean, Genna, and Adonia started walking out to the car. Adonia kept looking behind her. When they got to the car, Dean started getting in.
"Wait, where's Sam?" She asked.
"He's staying with Madison tonight," Adonia looked back at the apartment in wonder. Genna shrugged and hopped in the passenger seat. Adonia reluctantly got inside the car and they drove off to the body shop. Dean insisted on going in by himself since he knows mechanics and cars. Genna turned around completely and leaned to the side to see Adonia.
"You alright?" She asked as she saw the brunette staring out the window.
"Why did Sam stay behind? Wouldn't it had made more sense to let one of us protect her? I mean, how would you feel if a random guy that you just met stayed overnight in your apartment?" Genna laughed.
"It actually makes a lot of sense. Sam is much stronger than us. I mean, yes, we've dealt with werewolves before, but it normally ends up with a trip to the hospital for both of us. Besides, Dean probably didn't want to stay on account of me. So, that left Sam to be the best option," Adonia sighed.
"Don't take it personally, dear. I'm sure everything will be okay." Dean got back in the car, talking on his cell phone.
"Let me guess. You're sitting on her couch like a stiff, trying to think of something to say." Sam spoke on the other end of the phone while Dean had a grin on his face.
"No, he hasn't been at work all week. But because I'm good, and I mean really, really good, I got a line on where he might be. What's she wearing?" He said as he sat in the driver's seat. He laughed and hung up the phone. Clearly, Sam didn't answer that question.
"Oh Sammy," Dean started the car. He turned to Genna who was glaring at him.
"What? I don't care what she's wearing, but I'm sure Sam does," Dean laughed and Genna rolled her eyes. She looked at her side mirror to look at Adonia. As she suspected, Adonia was staring out the window once again, looking a bit melancholy.
Dean called Sam to let him know that he found Kurt; at a strip club. Thus, leading to following him home and standing outside in an alley to watch his apartment window. When the lights turned on, Dean prepared his gun, as did the girls. Glass suddenly shattered and they looked up to see Kurt's light off and his window shattered.
"What the..." Dean said before running to get inside. He busted down the door and the girls followed behind with their guns ready. The whisked around corners to find Kurt lying on the floor with a woman over his body, shredding him to pieces. The woman turned around. It was Madison in partial werewolf form. She flung the hunters against the wall in one swoop and went to Adonia's body first. She took out her kukri knife and cut Madison's arm, deep. Madison winced in pain and jumped out the window and off the balcony. The hunters passed out until morning.
"Dean, you okay?" Dean rubbed his head as he looked over Kurt's body.
"Yeah. Now that I'm conscious. The werewolf knocked us out. Sam, it's Madison."
"What?" Sam was surprised.
"Yeah, awesome job of keeping an eye on her."
"Dean, I've been here the whole time. She's in bed, asleep." Adonia pointed to her right arm, mouthing words to Dean.
"Well, she wasn't an hour ago. Check her right arm below her elbow. Addie nicked her with a silver knife."
Dean knocked on Madison's door and Sam answered. He was carrying a gun and Madison was tied up to a chair, crying. Adonia winced at the image. Memories flashing through her head. Sam looked at her and back at Madison.
"Oh. I-" Sam started to say.
"Don't worry about it. At least it's not me this time," she said walking past him. Genna shrugged as she passed him.
"How you doin'? My head feels great. Thanks," Dean said with a fake smile.
"We've gotta talk," Sam said to them. He led them into another room.
"She says she has has no idea what I'm talking about."
"She's lying," Dean said bluntly.
"Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."
"Come on, dude, she ganked her boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious."
"I don't know, Dean. She could be telling the truth. In some cases, the human knows of its transformation and some cases, they don't," Genna chimed in.
"What are you, the Dog Whisperer now?" Dean joked.
"Look, man, I just…I don't know, there was something in her eyes," Sam said pacing the room.
"Yeah. She's killing people!"
"But if she has no control over it-" Adonia began to say.
"Exactly. She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything," Dean whispered, realizing they were getting a bit loud.
"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening," Sam said, getting angry.
"Sam, she's a monster, and you're feeling sorry for her?" Adonia asked, confused.
"Maybe I understand her," Sam paused, "Look, there might be another way we can get the job done without having to waste her."
"Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?" Dean asked. Sam took out his father's journal and flipped through it.
"Dad's theory – 'lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline'." Sam read the journal.
"Might have a cure. Meaning 'who the hell knows?'" Dean said, against the idea.
"It's worth a shot," Sam pleaded.
"We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago." Sam realized something.
"I don't think so," Sam lead them back to the room where Madison was still tied up. Sam stood before her.
"Madison, when were you mugged?"
"About a month ago."
"Did you see the guy?" Sam was taking over the investigation.
"No. He grabbed me from behind."
"Did he bite you?" Madison paused in surprise.
"How did you know that?"
"Where?"
"On the back of my neck," Sam set his gun down and brushed her hair to the side to find a bruise the size of a golf ball.
"Oh, that's just a love bite. Believe me, that could have been a lot worse. Where were you at the time?" Dean asked chiming in.
"Walking home from a friend's loft."
"Let me guess. Not too far from Hunter's Point?" Genna asked. She nodded. Sam took them back to the other room.
"The same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds," Sam protested.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's going to be out there tonight," Adonia reasoned.
"It's the right time of the lunar cycle. Look, I know it's a long shot."
"Hey, you're forgetting something. Maddie's probably gonna turn soon, all right? We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet," Adonia scoffed on the inside at the resemblance of the random nickname Dean gave her.
"I'll stay with her," Sam insisted.
"And if she busts loose," Sam paused, "Sam?"
"I'll do it," Sam finally responded reluctantly, quietly.
"Sam," Dean didn't believe his sensitive brother.
"I'll shoot her, all right? But Dean, I need you to go out there. At least go look for the thing. Dean, please. We can save this girl." Dean paused, feeling guilty.
"Fine."
Just as suspected, Dean, Genna, and Adonia caught sight of a werewolf attacking a woman, a hooker it seemed.
"Hey!" Dean shouted to get the werewolf's attention. He looked up and Dean shot him three times in the chest. He fell over next to the hooker and she ran away in fear.
"Don't mention it!" Dean yelled to her. The hunters walked over to the body, it was Glen. He was still in his form, coughing up blood. He finally turned back and calmed down.
"What happened? Where am I? Oh God. Oh my God."
"Take it easy, Glen," Genna said softly. He had already passed.
The next morning, Sam opened the closet door. Madison laid on the floor. She had turned the previous night and attacked him. Without shooting her first, he locked her in the closet for the rest of the night.
"It should all be over now. You'll never see me again." She turned around and saw the various scratch marks on the walls of the closet and back at Sam, but he was gone.
The hunters sat in the Impala, contemplating. Sam had a few scratches on the side of his face; nothing to be concerned about.
"It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on. Hey, why do you think he turned Madison instead of just killing her in the first place?" Dean said, leaning in the driver's seat.
"I don't know. I mean, he kind of seemed to have a thing for her," Sam said looking out the windshield.
"Maybe his primal instinct did, too. Maybe he was looking for a little hot breeding action," the girls rolled their eyes from the backseat.
"Yeah, something like that," Sam seemed offended.
"So?" Dean asked leading the conversation to something else.
"So, what?" Sam looked at his brother, who was starring at him. Adonia pretended not to pay attention, but kept looking at Sam for facial expressions.
"Speaking of Madison..." Dean mentioned with a smile.
"Oh, whatever," Sam remarked trying to ignore the topic.
"Don't 'whatever' me, man. You liked her. Maybe, uh-"
"Dean, she thought I was a stark-raving lunatic," Sam laughed at the thought.
"You saved her life."
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that." Before the men could further the conversation, Madison knocked the window. Adonia was both relieved and not. Sam rolled down the window.
"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous. What are you still doing here?" Like she doesn't know. Adonia thought. Genna nudged her, knowing what she was thinking by the look on her face.
"Honestly? We're pretty sure you're not gonna turn tonight, but we've gotta be a hundred percent, so…you know, we're lurking," Dean tried to say as nicely and not creepy as possible. Sam looked uncomfortable in his seat.
"I know this sounds crazy," Genna started to say in the back.
"Sure does," Madison said before an explanation could be told, "Well, if we're gonna wait it out…we might as well do it together."
Madison let the hunters inside her apartment.
"You were telling the truth, weren't you? About everything. What you did –- it was to help me," Madison said below the men. She was about the same height as the women.
"Yeah," Sam responded sadly.
"I did all those horrible things...when I turned," Sam looked at Dean briefly.
"You didn't know," Sam was comforting her, more sensitive than usual. Madison paused for a while. Dean watched, confused, as Madison and Sam starred at each other.
"So, when will we know for sure? Moonrise?" You mean, nightfall? Adonia thought, accidentally allowing Genna to hear. Genna nudged her again.
"No, I don't think so. You turned middle of the night last night. I think we've gotta hang in until sun-up."
"Well, it looks like we've got ourselves a few hours to kill. Poker, anyone?" Dean asked with a grin, but he was clearly uncomfortable.
They waited until the sunset and the night fell. Dean laid his gun on the table. Sam and Madison watched him from the couch, uncomfortable at the sight. Genna and Adonia sat at the table with him. Adonia took out her kukri knife and looked over it on her lap. She was tempted to polishing in clear sight of Madison, but she knew such an action would make her thoughts visible. Genna looked at her knife and back at Adonia. Adonia laughed slightly and put it back in the holder and attached it to her belt loop.
"Oh no, you guys talk," Dean said to the odd couple on the couch. A few hours later, the sun rose.
"Does...does this mean it worked?" Madison asked nervously.
"Yeah. I think so," Sam said relieved.
"Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much," she gave Sam a hug. Dean cleared his throat, and they pulled away, "You, too, Dean. All of you, Thank you."
"She doesn't even know our name," Adonia whispered to Genna.
"It doesn't matter. We'll never see her again anyways," Genna reassured her.
"Aw, don't mention it," Dean glanced over at Genna, who was now joking with Adonia about Madison. He walked up to her.
"Listen, uh, can we talk somewhere? Maybe grab a bite to eat?" Genna smiled with a slight tint of red in her cheeks.
"Sure. That sounds great," she said with a smile. Adonia stood there as Sam and Madison ignored their surroundings.
"Hey. Do you guys mind dropping me off at the hotel? I need to get some things done," Adonia asked trying not to sound affected.
"Dammit. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Are you sure?" Dean asked, feeling guilty that she would be left alone. She laughed slightly.
"No, no. It's fine. You guys need some time together and I need some time alone. I have plenty to do, trust me." Dean nodded and Adonia followed them out the door. She turned back to Sam and Madison talking about something personal, without a care in the world.
Genna and Dean sat down at a restaurant. It wasn't too casual and it wasn't too fancy. Genna was dressed for any occasion, but Dean had to remove his oversized coat to look more presentable, which she didn't mind either way. They sat on one of the walls of the restaurant in a burgundy, U-shaped booth. The waiter came by and offered some red wine, which Genna couldn't resist. Dean simply wanted a beer.
"This is definitely different. I don't think I've ever been taken to a restaurant with penguin dressed waiters," Genna laughed. Dean laughed nervously.
"If you don't like it, we can go somewhere else," he pleaded. He felt stupid for bringing her there.
"No, no, it's really nice. Thank you," she said with a smile. She leaned into the table.
"Dean, you don't have to be nervous. It's just me and it's just a restaurant." Dean nodded and slouched a bit in his seat. Genna laughed. They carried on normal conversations until their meal came to the table. Lucky for Genna and Dean, steak and oysters wasn't the only thing on the menu. They were lucky enough to get a burger and fish and chips. Genna took a sip from her wine. She still had a good bit until her first glass was gone.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Genna asked as she placed her napkin on the table. She situated herself in the seat and put her arms on the table. Dean couldn't have been happier with how laid back she was. Dean sighed.
"Look, I know things have been really rough these past couple of months. I mean, we're all used to it. I just- I don't know. Dad and Sam kept saying we're- uh," he gestured his hands to find the word.
"A couple?" She asked trying to help. He put down his hands.
"Yeah," he paused, "We haven't had any time to talk about it, so, I thought now would be good to talk about it." Genna nodded in agreement.
"Okay. So let's talk about it. A month back, you kissed me in a parking lot, so it's only fair that you lead the conversation," Genna said with a smirk. She could tell that wasn't the response he was looking for.
Adonia sat in the hotel room. They all shared the same room this time because it had a bedroom within the living room as well as a separate bedroom that Genna and Adonia shared. She sat at the kitchen table with her weapons laid out. She grazed them with her fingers and took a deep breath. She wanted to cry knowing why Sam stayed at Madison's. He didn't love her and it was clear. No point in crying over it. She kept feeling a pain in her chest and she knew what it was, but she tried to ignore it. She got up and paced the room. The pain struck her again, but this time it made her collapse to the floor. She passed out and woke up on a cliff overlooking powerful waves of water. The wind was so powerful, she had to step back to avoid falling off.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself, Adonia." Adonia stopped when she heard the female's voice. She turned around to find her mother and father standing there in their usual attire.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm trying to live my life, just what you would have wanted." She had to practically shout over the waves. Her parents smiled.
"But is this the life you want to live? On the road day in and day out, with the Winchester's?" Adonia stepped closer to them. A tear trying not to escape from her eyes.
"What am I supposed to do? I have nothing left. This is all I have." Her mother shook her head and walked closer to her daughter. She brushed the hair out of her face and held her shoulders. Adonia was surprised to be able to feel the touch.
"Start over. Start your own life. Not as a nurse, not as a doctor, but as whatever you want. We knew how much you loved photography and we're sorry we didn't allow you to pursue it. But we're telling you now, go for it. Move somewhere else where no one knows you and start a new life. We don't want you hunting for the rest of your life and end up like us."
"Dead? I know you're not just saying that to protect me. You know something," she looked at her father, "what aren't you telling me?" Her mother looked back at her husband and they stood side by side, near Adonia.
"You need to get away from Sam," he told her. She was taken aback.
"We know how much you care about him, but that will cost you your life. You will do anything for him and you have to get away from him before it's too late." Adonia shook her head in disbelief.
"I don't understand. What's going to happen?" Her parents began walking backwards slowly.
"Get away from him, Adonia. Please. He can't be a part of your life." The vision and the voices began to fade. Another sound was forcing its way in. It seemed to be a perfect green grassed backyard. Loud noises and cries sounded behind her. She turned around quickly to find a beautiful house, with the backdoor disturbed. She ran inside and almost seemed to recognize the surroundings.
"No!" She heard from another room. It was a horrendous cry of pain and agony. She ran to the other room, the living room. She stopped abruptly and gasped, near to tears. She walked closer to the woman's body and the little girl's body. They were mauled and attacked viciously. She took another look at the woman's face and backed up in fright. It was her own body. She was holding the hand of a little girl who looked familiar. She began to cry, confused as to why she was seeing this, what it was.
She turned to the brick fireplace ahead of her and saw pictures on the mantel. It was a family portrait. It was clear now. She heard the front door bust open.
"No!" The man cried. She turned around to find Sam running into the room. He raced to the floor and slowed when he realized he was too late. He lifted Adonia's dead body in his arms and cried harder than she had ever seen. He turned and saw the little girl's body and held hers at the same time. Adonia backed up. Dean walked into the room and stopped when he saw the scene. Adonia was invisible to them. Dean turned to the side and began to cry.
She couldn't bare it anymore and left the house, back where she was. She found a cryptic, thin man in black standing in the middle of the yard. She stood before him, wondering who he was.
"It's time," he said before touching her shoulder. She woke up on the hotel floor, gasping for air, sweating profusely. She sat up and cried hysterically.
"Dean, I'm not trying to sound rude and impatient, but you're beating around the bush. What are you trying to say?" Genna said, her wine glass empty. She wasn't drunk, only slightly under the influence. Dean let out a big sigh.
"I care about you, okay? Whatever this is," he motioned his hands between them, "I don't want it to stop." He finally got out the words, as forceful as they were. Genna smiled, leaned over the table, and kissed him. He was surprised, but he kissed her back.
"And it doesn't have to," she kissed him again before sitting back down. They got up and left. When they got into the Impala, Dean started up the car.
"But before we go, I want just want to clear up something," Dean turned off the car and listen attentively. She turned in the passenger seat to face him.
"I know it's been hard. I don't know whether it was because you were unsure of what we were exactly or old habits just die hard, but...you can't flirt with other woman," she said with a laugh.
"I know it's what you're used to and I understand that, but it's not fair to me. Can you do that for me?" Dean laughed.
"Yeah, sure," he began to start the car again.
"Oh, and Dean?" He turned to her again with a grin of "what now?"
"We're not having sex. That may make or break this, but I just can't. It's not who I am. I'm really sorry." Dean let the keys set in the ignition.
"It's not that important. It'll take some time to get used to, but I respect that. Don't worry about it," he said with a smirk. He put his hand and placed it on the side of her neck and gently pulled her in for a soft kiss. She was completely relieved. He started the car and as she put on her seat belt, he cussed under his breath and started up the car. He truly accepted it, but he was used to having sex with any woman he wanted. But he realized, she wasn't just some woman.
The next morning, someone pounded on the door. Dean got up to see who it was. Sam was out of breath.
"Sh-she turned," Sam said.
"What?" Dean was surprised.
"I couldn't grab her in time," Dean stood there, worried about the situation.
"We'll find her, Sammy." The hunters grabbed a weapon and walked out the door.
"I already called Bobby. He doesn't know anything. Except he knew severing the bloodline wouldn't work. That's everyone. They all say it's impossible to reverse it," Sam said to them as the walked down the outdoor stairs.
"How come she didn't turn when we were with her?" Adonia asked.
"Addie-" Sam said, knowing what she was thinking.
"So, what, you put her to bed and then she turned? Maybe she's gotta be asleep to turn," she said walking behind him. He turned to her slightly with his arms out, thinking her words were unbelievable.
"What the hell does it matter, Addie? Look, we've gotta find some way to help her, some legend we missed or something."
"If there was, don't you think someone we know would've known it?" They stood facing each other.
"Well, then we have to look harder until we find something," Sam said, frustrated.
"Sam, I don't think we have a choice here anymore," Adonia said calmly.
"What?" Sam didn't understand what she was saying.
"I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is—"
"Evil?" Sam finished her sentence.
"Yeah," she agreed reluctantly.
"Yeah, that's what they say about me, Addie. So, me you won't kill, but her you're just gonna blow away?" His phone rang and he answered. She turned to the side with a sigh and shook her head.
"Madison, where are you?"
"Well, do you see any street signs?"
"All right, hold on, Maddie. We're coming to get you, just stay where you are," Adonia felt her heart jump when she heard the nickname again. It made her sick.
They sat at Madison's kitchen table, with the gun in the middle.
"I don't remember anything. I probably killed someone last night, didn't I?" Madison said, dumbfounded with Sam's plaid shirt on. It was practically a dress on her. Sam looked down to hide the tears that were soon to come.
"There's no way to know yet," Dean said trying to make the situation better.
"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" She asked.
"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere," Sam told her, even trying to convince himself.
"That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know. We've scoured every source. There's just no cure." Madison turned away from Genna when she finished speaking and to Sam.
"Is she right?" Sam got emotional, got up, and turned away.
"I mean, we could lock you up at night, but…when you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies. I'm sorry. I am," Dean said sincerely. Madison began crying. Adonia leaned against a wall, trying to avoid the confrontation. She truly felt bad for what was happening to Madison, but jealousy was overpowering.
"So, I guess that's all there is to it, then," Madison said calmly, keeping her tears back, trying to be strong. Sam turned to her, surprised at her defeat.
"Stop it. Don't talk like that," Sam faced her and she turned to him.
"Sam, I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you." She grabbed the gun and brought it to him.
"Put that down," Sam said softly.
"I can't do it myself. I need you to help me." She pointed the handle to his chest.
"Madison, no."
"Sam...I'm a monster."
"You don't have to be. We can find a way, all right? I can. I'm gonna save you." The conversation was so gentle and saddening. Madison began crying harder.
"You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you."
"I can't." Madison laughed slightly as tears came down her face.
"I don't want to die. 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." Sam shook his head. Dean walked over to them and carefully took the gun from Madison. He followed Sam into another room, who was now crying openly.
"Addie, let's go outside," Genna said as Adonia as she watched Sam cry into the other room. She was reluctantly to leave. She wanted to be there for him, but Genna led her out with her hand on Adonia's back.
"Sam, I'm sorry," Dean said softly to his brother. He had never seen Sam so heartbroken.
"No, you're right. She's right," Sam held so many tears in his eyes.
"Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it," Dean said trying to protect his little brother.
"She asked me to," Sam choked on his words,
"You don't have to."
"Yes, I do. Please," a tear escaped. He looked down trying to hide it. He held his hand out for the gun, tears streamed down his face. Dean handed it to him.
"Just wait here," Sam told him. He glanced back at Dean, shaking, before heading back to the living room. Dean, now alone, let a tear roll down his cheek. He flinched as he heard a single gunshot from the next room.
The brothers walked outside, clearly upset. Genna was arguing with Adonia. They ran to them to see what was going on.
"Addie, you can't do this! It doesn't make any sense!" Genna was close to tears.
"It does, but you wouldn't understand," Adonia raised her voice, trying not to cry.
"What's going on?" Dean asked as a cab pulled up. The cab driver got out of the car.
"All of your bags are in the trunk, ma'am." Adonia nodded.
"Thank you," she said to him. Everyone was confused.
"What is this? Where are you going?" Sam asked. Adonia turned to face all of them.
"You wouldn't understand, but I'm leaving. I don't know for how long, but it won't be soon. I'm not even sure where I'm going, but I'm going to start a new life there. I'm sorry." Sam approached her.
"You can't leave. Not now," a tear came down her face.
"Then when, Sam? I can't always be there for you when you need me. I have to go," she reached up and hugged him. He was reluctant at first, but followed her. She turned to Dean and hugged him. He looked at Sam and Genna as it happened. Adonia turned around and faced Genna, who tried not to look at her.
"I'll be back, I promise. If you need me, I'm just a phone call away. Just let me do this, please." Genna turned to her with tears in her eyes. She sniffed and shook them away.
"Fine. Just a phone call away," Adonia smiled and nodded. They hugged tightly for a while and finally let go. Adonia opened the back door of the cab and looked back at them before getting in. She smiled and got into the car.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
"Just drive," she said looking down. As she drove off, she began crying.