Chapter 3 – Flashback – The Third Man
Madeleine's P.O.V
I stare at my computer, who gave me more than enough creepy articles. But only one of them catch my eye. Pennsylvania - MAN LIQUEFIES IN FRONT OF HIS CO-WORKERS. I read more, and It sounds something like this, a police officer, starts to bleed and turns into nothing in a couple of seconds.
I grab my stuff and leave the dirty motel that I was staying in. I make my way to my car. This car... Audi A8, a white one. It looks amazing, it sounds beautiful. As I get in the car, I can't be any happier as the orchid and blueberry smell reaches my nose. I throw all my stuff at the backseat, and start the car. Grabbing my GPS, I put everything the postcode of the place that happened, and roar my way there.
After and hour or two, I get out of my car. My car got everyone's attention as it looks and is pretty expensive. With my 'FBI' uniform, sunglasses and heels to make me look decent, and hot as ever, I get out of the car and shut the door.
I turn around and look at the other cars, none of them matches my beauty. I was ready to walk in the police department, but a voice drags me out of my thoughts,
"May?"
I turn around and stare, I look at him as if I'm a fan girl, and his my idol. "Sam?-" I stare at him longer through my glasses, until I finally get up the courage and slap him.
"So not the welcome party I expected to get." His surprised face looks at me.
And then I hug him, "I missed you dude." I say, laughing. "But thanks." I grab the documents in his hands and start skimming through them; I stand next to him as he raises his eyebrows at me.
"Well somebody got cockier." He commented.
"Well somebody cheated on death again." I glance at him before pulling my sunglasses back on.
"Nice car." He commented again.
"I know right, my baby girl." I look at my beauty.
After a minute or two, I hear another car pulling up, and a familiar voice that makes my head spin. "Ben, I know you're lying." He says, It's good that I'm turned around, "Because I'm professional at it. Now tell your mom that you broke the god damned thing and take the punishment like a man. Okay? Okay." He ends the call, frustrated.
I lift my eyes and stare at Sam, the younger Winchester lifts his eyebrows and glances at both me and Dean.
"Awkward silence, not the best sign." He comments.
"Nobody asked for your comments Winchester." I smirk at him.
"Madeleine?" Dean's confused voice reached my ears.
My heart feels like it just sank like Titanic into the ocean, "Yes Dean?" I sarcastically turn around and fake smile him.
"When are you going to drop the act?" He asks sighing.
"I don't know, when am I going to drop it? It seems fair enough for me to be pissed at you when you left me, without a fucking note and ran to the girl with a child." I state, pretending to skim through the papers.
"Dick move brother." Sam laughs.
"Shut up, Sam." Me and Dean say in unison, as we both glare at each other.
"So, I'm going to go as I have what I need." I wiggle the papers in they're faces, but before I could turn around Sam grabs the papers out of my hands, "Don't think so."
"Rude." I smirk at him, and try to grab the papers out of his hands, but he lifts it up and I can't reach it.
"You want them? Work with us." He tries to persuade me.
"No." I say loudly, glaring at him.
"Wrong answer." He sighs.
I try to knee him, but he drops the papers and grabs me turning us both around and laying me down on the car, "Really? A sex position? Never seen horny the side of you, Sam."
He chuckles and stares at me for a bit more, before releasing me. As I get off the car, my stare lingers to where Dean is standing; he looks really awkward but not really phased by it.
"Fine." I look at both of them, "Let's just get it over with."
All of us walk in the police department, just to be met by a secretary, and a male one. The boys glance at each other before proceeding to walk to the man. They walk up to him and show their badges, the man examines them and lifts his bored eyes and stares at the guys,
"Do you have the form?"
"What form?"
"The form that I would be able to let you wonder around in the police department." He rolls his eyes. I see that the boys look with defeated eyes at each other and walk back up to me. I turn to Sam, and open my shirt more so you could see my cleavage, "Sexy enough?" I ask him, he eyes me up and down, and nods.
"I don't think that it will work though." He says.
"Don't underestimate the power girls have over you."
I slowly walk up to the man, and move my hips slowly. As I walk up to the table, I flip my hair starring at him like prey, "Excuse me sir, me and my co-workers would like to go to the morgue, please." I flutter my eyelashes, bending down a bit, so he would have a better view of my breasts.
"Anything for you love." He hands me the keys, I turn around and stare at the boys with the winning look.
We walk through the corridors, as Sam continues to talk. But I'm to busy sorting out my shirt to be interested in it.
"Officer Gill Hatch, seventeen year old veteran, found dead in the changing room three days ago." Was the only thing I heard before walking in the morgue with them.
"Wow, somebody was too hydrated." Dean points out.
"Basically yeah, the guy just liquefied. Bones, meat, tissues, everything just turned to blood."
"I don't get it." Dean says.
"Nobody get's it." I reply with a glare.
"No I mean, I get that, the guy was a mob job who is in the morgue. What's left to look at?" Dean questions Sam.
"Not here to look at him." Sam replies.
"So why am I in a creepy ass morgue for no reason again?" I look around taking the cold metal view in.
Sam stares at the names for a while before choosing one and opening it, the body that is inside looks disgusting as, the whole body covered in boils.
"Ohh, bad news." Dean winces.
"Toby Gray, they just brought him in, found him dead in his petrol car, sitting in a speed trap right out side town."
"Extreme allergic reaction." Dean reads out.
"Somebody had a nice evening with bees." I say, not even a second later I get two glares.
"Yeah boils, covered from head to toe."
"The insides two, chalk full of them." Dean looks at the dead guy disgusted. "This certainly doesn't look a little witchy to you?"
"First instinct, but I found zero signs of hex work, as far as I can tell witch craft was not involved." Sam announces.
"There got to be some sort of link between skid mark and bubble wrap here." I say, grabbing the papers out of Dean's hands.
"No question." The younger brother shrugs his shoulders.
"Alright well can I get a witness?" Dean orders.
"Yep, ah, Officer Ed Colfax saw Gill turn from solid to liquid."
"Another cop?" Dean questions
"His partner."
Sam slides the body back where it was supposed to be and we all leave.
As I get into my car, the boys visibly start to race. Because my car is faster than both of theirs. I quickly end up in the front, and finish first.
As I quickly get out of my car, I throw a smile at their side saying that I've won.
"Where you ahh, where you racing me?" Sam smiled at me.
"No." I say, but it felt like I said yes, "Just kicking both of your asses." I smirked at them, Sam laughed and said really mature and Dean just glared. I guess the older brother didn't like to be challenged.
I stare at the house in front of me, the house looks quite old and big. The green walls are looking sharper as the white windows and the front door puts a more formal look, than a normal house would have. The front yard looks pretty empty as the only thing in it is grass.
"Helloo." Dean knocked a couple of times on the big ass door, after a couple seconds of nothing but silence, Dean says loudly, "Officer Colfax!"
As I guessed the guy opens the door. He looks a bit too pale for my liking, he's dressed in his police suit, but it's a different than the normal one would look like, black hat, black trench coat, with all the badges and medals on them.
"Sharp go jack." He says as he examines the man's uniform, Sam looks at the guy trying to hide the disgust in his face as I just chuckle at them flipping my hair.
"Who the hell are you?" The officer asks, sounding like a zombie.
"We're the feds." Sam answers with a non amused face, as we all get our badges out and show him, "We're here to ask you some questions about your partner's death."
"Don't worry about it. It's nobodies' business." He says in his zombie like voice.
"Mr. Colfax-"I get his attention "It is-" I get interrupted as he shouts don't worry about it, and walks in shutting the door in our faces.
We all share confused glances, I shrug my shoulders and with one kick I break the door down. The Winchester's look at me like I'm crazy, "May?" Dean says in a 'whatthefuck' voice.
"What?" I answer with an innocent voice.
And I walk in a house, okay. I change my mind. I dislike this house, it doesn't look like a normal a bit too much formal house, and it looks like a psychopath has been hiding in this house for months. I stare at the pictures on the walls, the glass in the frame has been smashed on every single picture that hangs in there, and every face in every picture has been scraped out. We finally walk up to the creepy dude and guess what he's doing? Scraping more pictures!
"Mr. Colfax?" Sam calls.
"Hey man, you alright?" Dean asks creeped out by him just as much as I am.
"Don't worry about it." He repeats again.
"I swear he's like a pop song, keeps repeating the same words over and over again." I stare at the boys.
"Right." Dean looks at me and Sammy, "Look officer Colfax, Ed we think that your partner died of a unnatural causes."
The dude starts to itch his hat. Yes his hat. I stare at the boys with a disturbed face.
"If you have any enemies that you know off..."
"You might say that." He says, still itching his head.
"Does he have head lice?" I whisper to Sam, he just turns around and chuckles deeply.
"Do you?" Sam asked.
"They both had it coming, me too.-" He says as he fills himself a mug of whiskey, a psychopath with a drinking problem? Great! Another thing to carry a knife for at night. "I'll be the next to go." After a pause he says with a creepy smile, "And then it will be over. God will be satisfied."
"Why does God, want you all dead?" Dean asks with disgust as God's name has been brought up in this conversation.
"Because of Christopher Burch." He answers and accidentally nocks his whiskey down, making it poor down on his carpet, Dean lifts his eyebrows as he stares at the bottle, the guy sighs, "Awh, Damnit."
"Who is Christopher Burch?" Sam asks quickly.
"He has no face." He answers, still starring at the running bottle.
"Ed."
"Officer you alright?" This time I ask him.
He finally grabs the bottle and pulls it up. Sam steps near him, "Officer who is Christopher Burch, Ed?"
Silence.
"Ed!" Sam shouts, trying to get an answer from him.
"Christopher Burch is a kid with no face." He answers, Dean is starring at him like he's crazy, "And a planted gun."
A stream of blood starts running down from where his hat is, "You got a little something." Dean motions where the blood is.
"Damn-" He says, "My head's been itching like a dirty hatch." And he drops down dead.
All of us stare at him for a while before anyone even does anything.
"Ed?" Sam calls as if he thinks he's going to get an answer from him. Then he walks around and checks the man's pulse. After a second or two, he rolls his eyes and stares at us, "Dead."
A silence is seat between all of us, when I start to hear some sort of sound.
"You hear that?" I ask them.
They start to look around the room and Sam looks at the man's hat. No. You got to be kidding me. In there? Seriously. Out of any place. He slowly takes the mans hat of to reveal that grass hopers have been eating a hole in his head. I look at it, and almost vomit. "Get that away from me." I turn around, and close my eyes.
We all agreed on going to a motel, and renting three rooms. But the stupid motel only had two. And the boys didn't want to share a bed, so I had no choice but to sleep with Dea- Yeah right, Sam.
Were all in the main room and I finally changed from my suit to something more comfortable, leggings and a shirt. Deans flipping through pictures and Sam is researching on the laptop.
"Sweet, blood, boils, locusts." Dean says, as he drops the pictures on the table.
"Three popular Egyptian plagues." I announce.
"Yeah but ate their way from the cops melon." Dean says glancing at me, "I don't quite remember that from King James."
"Meanwhile the kid Christopher Burch was shot in the head last month after a vehicle pursuit. The three cops that were involved and they all filled in the exact same police report."
"Suspect exited a vehicle banishing a fire arm and we were forced to fire." Dean reads out loudly. "Just a kid with no face, and a planted gun. Bunch of dicks. So they popped the kid, blamed the beast."
"Maybe Colfax is right, maybe heaven has a hate on for bad cops."
"So we're listening to a guy with the bug in his custard? That's the theory you guys want to go with?" I ask them.
"Madeleine, angels got something to do.-"Sam sighs at me, "Now that we're past apocalypse."
"Yeah, maybe." Dean says opening a bottle of beer, "We should call Cas."
"You're kidding right?" Sam looks at Dean, "Dean, I tried, It was the first and the second and the third thing I did. As soon as I got top side. I guess the bitch won't answer the phone."
"Well let's give it a shot." Dean announces, "Now you've laid me down to sleep, I pray to Castiel, to get his feathery ass down here-"
"You're an idiot." I stare at him with a palm face.
"Stay positive." Dean points at me.
"Oh, I am positive." I glare at him.
A silence settles between us, as Dean sends a glare my way.
"Come on Cas." Dean calls, "Don't be a dick. We got ourselves-" He still prays as me and Sam lift our eyebrows at him, "Plague, like, situation down here. Do you? Do you copy?" He opens one of his eyes, and checks around as he meets mine and Sam's amused looks.
"Like I said-"Sam starts, "The son of a bitch doesn't answer." He smirks, but his smirk is quickly faded as Dean is staring at Cas.
"He's right behind me isn't he?" Sam asks, looking at Dean.
I turn my head and look at the trenched coated man. "What took you so long?" I ask him, obviously showing that I don't give a flying, Sam turns his head and stares at the angel.
"Hello." He smiles at us, Sam looks at us frustrated that Cas only answers Deans calls.
"You know what you two remind me of a gay couple." I state trying not to laugh as I grab a bottle of beer; I turn around to be met, by a glare, a confused look and a chuckle.
"Hello?" Sam asks sarcastically and angry.
"Yes." He stutters.
Sam turns to Dean and makes an impression of Cas, "Hello." After a while he repeats the hello another time.
"Ahh, that is still the term?" Castiel asks me confused; I shake my head and burst out in laughter.
"I've spent all that time trying to make it through to you. Dean calls once and now it's 'Hello'." Sam has a go at him.
"Yes,-"Castiel raises his hands as he walks up to Dean and sits down.
"So what? You like him better or something?" Sam asks frustrated.
"I told you they're going gay for each other."
"Dean and I do share a more profound bond." The angel states, "I wasn't going to mention it."
Sam just shakes his head while Dean starts talking again, 'Cas, I think what he's trying to say is he went to hell, for us. I mean you really took one for the team, remember that? And when he comes back, without a clue and you can't take five freaking minutes to give him some answers?"
"If I had any answers I might have responded." He says changing his stare at Sam, "I don't know, Sam. We have no idea, who brought you back from the cage. Or why."
"So, it wasn't God?" Sam questions the angel standing up.
"No ones even seen God. All things remain mysterious."
"The hell does that mean?" Sam stares at the angel dumbfounded.
"What part of 'I don't know' escapes your understanding?" Cas asks Sam sarcastically.
My mouth hangs open and I start clapping. The boys look at me, and I just casually announce, "Cas 1, Sam 0." And both of the guys intensively stare at each other.
"Cas-"Dean starts, "Look if Sam calls, you answer. And you wing your ass down here, and tell him I don't know. Just because we have some sort of bond-" Dean mocks the word bond." Or whatever."
"You think I came because you called?" Cas raises his eyebrows at Dean, the older Winchester just lifts his hands in the air surrendering.
"I came here for this." He motions to the papers.
"Well it's nice to know what matters." Dean says.
"It does help one to focus." Cas throws one of he's angely quotes.
"If I would get a penny every time an angel said something that makes zero sense in a modern world. I would be bloody rich." My British accent came out a bit as I mumbled to myself, "Anyways I'm going for a bath."
Sam just nodded and I stumbled of.
After finally drying out my hair, I step out of the room. Just to be greeted by nothing.
"SAM?-" No answer. "Cas? Dean!?" Still no answer. I shrug my shoulders and walk up to the fridge, I open the doors and stare what's inside, Beer and salad. So not what I want.
I put my black jeans, a white shirt and black pumps on.
As I walk in the dirty looking shop, I walk right to the back where the old fridges are. I examine the ice cream boxes, grabbing the cheapest box, and paying for it. I make my way to my car, and get to the motel quickly. I open the door and as I see there is still no one there. Placing the ice cream box on the wooden table a pain stings in my head and I black out.
I open my eyes and try to move my stiff limbs. But they are bound to a wall. My eyes examine the room that I'm in. Grey and dark. Great. I'm kidnapped, the door in front of me swings open and a girl walks in. Her face is bubbly and she has blond hair. Her hand swiftly smacks me.
"Morning sunshine." Her psychotic smile grows.
"Wait. Before you announce who you are let me guess." I say, glaring at her. "You're a demon."
"Correct, one point for Miss I think I'm the best." She checks that my hand cuffs are still intact.
"Is this high school? "MISS I THINK I'M THE BEST'? Really?" I ask her sarcastically.
She punches me, "Oww. That hurt."
"So, because angels are to busy, on their little pathetic civil war. We the smart demons finally found you." She points to my chest.
"And because I'm so special I might just win today's grand prize, torture." I finish the sentence.
"Actually correct." She looks at me and sighs, "But I can't make you angry."
"And why is that."
"Long story."
I stare at her, my eyebrows rising.
After two hours of torture her evil eyes finally look at me. I can feel anger slowly bubbling inside of me. "When I'm out of here, I will torture you with that kind of torture that was never tortured before." I spit in her face.
She gets really close to me and stabs my leg, "Bite me."
Something different happens; she gasps, and takes a step back. I feel as if my blood was boiling.
I wake up in the middle of no where. I stand up and look around, I'm in a forest. I have no clue how I got here, or why.
After walking an hour to north I walk up to a motel. Our motel? I slowly and carefully make my way back. Dean's Impala is standing next to my car, and I open the door just to be welcomed by a gun in my face. I lift my eyebrow and grab the gun throwing it down.
"Where have you been?" Dean's concerned voice reaches my ears.
"With boys." I answer.
"May-"
"Madeleine for you, Dean." I interrupt him.
"Madeleine, come on, Look at you muddy and scruffy."
"Where's Sam?" I ask him changing the subject.
"He should be coming back any minute, I need to go." He says, looking guilty.
"Go. I don't care." I shrug my shoulders, walking in.
Dean leaves the motel and after a minute Sam returns with a bag. A bag full off alcohol, just what I needed. I grab the vodka out of it, and open the bottle.
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I finally have the last swing of the bottle as me and Sam sing and laugh, I accidentally trip over a bottle bringing both of us down, I start laughing and Sam joins after a while, but when the laughing dies I'm still on him. As I'm laying on his chest, he's hands brush my back. Making Goosebumps appear all over my body, I stare at his eyes to find nothing but lust. Without thinking I bring my lips to his and my hands make their way to his hair, stroking and softly pulling.
We make our way to the bed while making out. He pushes me onto the creaking bed and stares at me like I'm his prey. He takes of his shirt and throws it on the floor, slowly making his way up to me. I turn our positions around and look at his body. My hands brush the lines of his six-pack; my tongue makes the same path where my hands did, he positions his hands on my hips and pushes me down. I lean back a little and look at Sam, who is staring at me with even more hunger in his eyes than he had before. My hands travel around his body, chest, neck, and finally the hem of his boxers that are visible. His eyes flutter and he stares at me.
I rip the button of his jeans, and Sam chuckles at me. I'm finally able to take down his jeans, and that's what I do. After that I finally get a good look at the bulge in front of me. My hand starts to slowly stroke it, as Sam closes his eyes. Before my hand could take his boxers, he stops my hand by grabbing it. I stare at him with confusion. But he only grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up, and after that he gets rid of my shorts.
"That's better." He's husky voice reaches my ears.
But before I could continue with what I was doing before, he pushes me and gets on top. "It's my turn." Sam whispers.
"I'm all yours."
Sam's hands roams my body, he takes of my bra and starts to pinch my nipples. He leans forward to kiss me, and I can't help but moan. One of his hands makes their way to the most private part of my body. Sam swiftly pulled my panties to the side, sliding his middle finger. I shuddered under his weight as he hit my clit, this made him smirk. His spare hand clutched my cheek, his kisses planted with delay as he watched for my reaction. He pushed two fingers inside of me, curling them to hit my g spot, his palm rubbing my clit. I moaned out against his lips, he groaned back ever so softly as his eyes focused on mine. His expert handwork brought me close to the edge fast, I grabbed his wrist as I tried to stop him from tipping me over but it was no use.
"Just let me do this, please." He planted a kiss on my lips. "I want to watch you shake."
That was it, his words the catalyst to my climax as I felt myself tighten around his fingers, his pace never once relenting. I threw my head back, clutching the sheets and his arm, my body arched as I rode out my orgasm. Sam never once glanced away, enjoying every moment of it.
Sam lay naked next to me, an arm wrapped behind my neck, fingers entwined in my spare hand as my other fondled his length. The slow pace of my strokes allowed me to feel every time he shuddered and jerked. His soft groans in my ear drove me crazy in between kisses planted on my neck.
"Please, Sam."
I needn't say more than those two words, he knew what I wanted. Immediately, he knelt up between my legs again and ran his fingers over my slit once more. He placed himself at my entrance. As he lowered his body onto mine, he pushed himself inside of me. I gasped at the size of him as he hit every wall. Sam didn't move his body for a moment, instead he brought his finger up to my lips, rubbing it along the bottom one before I took it in my mouth and sucked. I felt him jerk inside me, aroused even more by my actions.
"Please."
I repeated my request and he gave me exactly what I needed. Thrusting deep inside me, he brought my legs around his biceps. I moaned out, gripping his hair tight with one hand, the other's nails dug deep into his back. This drove him wild, his thrusts deeper and faster.
"I won't last long, baby." He mumbled into my ear, his hair tickling my cheek.
I showed him I didn't care by kissing just above his mouth, catching his top lip in-between mine. I ran both hands down his back, with them I pushed down on his bum cheeks, crying out as he hit places I never thought possible.
"Now, Sam."
Almost as if he was waiting for my command, his body jerked, his thrusts slower now as he released inside of me. He let out a manly groan before collapsing next to me on the bed, out of breath and sweaty.
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OH MY GOD. So our lovely Madeleine had sex with Sam. Okay, before Dean girls go like, "OH MY GOD, SHE SAID THAT THIS STORY IS ABOUT DEAN AND THE GIRL" Let me clear something out for you guys.
Yes this story is about Dean and Madeleine, but it just happened that while Dean had his fatherly stuff to attend to, Madeleine didn't waste time.
THIS IS A FLASBACK. It's not happening right now!
Does Dean know? I have no clue, still haven't decided.
So, we will have another flashback in two chapters. Suggest what season and episode!
Love you! Bye!