Chapter 3

"Why would you leave her like that?" Deanna asked as we got into the car. I could tell she was confused why I wasn't asking, since Maddie was my best friend. I knew the answer to the question. I saw the burned mark on her arm. A mark to keep a demon in the suit meat no matter what. Maddie wasn't Maddie anymore. Who knew how long she had been like that?

"Could she get into the bunker if she knows where it is?" I ask before anyone answered Deanna's question.

"No, even if she knew, it is impossible for her go get in without us."

"Good"

"I'm sorry, is anybody going to answer me?" Deanna was really frustrated.

I ignored her. "Will me have to, you know?" I couldn't say it.

"I'm not sure."

"What are you talking about? Are you talking about killing you're best friend? Why? What is going on?" Deanna was mad now.

"Deanna, Maddie is a demon. We don't know for how long. She has a Sigil on her arm that allows her to stay in Maddie no matter what. Exorcisms don't work on her." I tried to sound as sympathetic as I could, but I was more worried about the whole finding us again.

"Oh my God." Was all she could get out.

"How about we figure this out when we get to the bunker." Dean said.

"Ok" then Dean turned on some of his rock music and we were silent the rest of the drive.

"Here we are." Dean says as I wake up. Deanna fell asleep too. We walked into the bunker, and Sam was there. He came over to say hello to Cas.

"What happened? You look like you did when your mom died." Sam was sympathetic. It wasn't helping.

"My best friend is a demon and has been for god knows how long." I said alittle more ticked off than I should have.

"Wow. I've been there. It will get easier. Trust me." I had no idea what he was talking about, but it worked alittle.

"I hope so." Deanna said. She really became close with Maddie these few days. She was more hurt than I was. That was the worst part of all of this.

"Lets get to bed. OK?" I said, worried about her.

"OK" was all she could get out.

"See you in the morning." Dean said.

"G'night." Deanna and I said simultaneously.

"Night."

The next morning, Dean woke me up two hours before I usually do. He turned on and off my light in my room. It was like a strobe light.

"Wake up," Dean yelled mutable times as he flicked the light switch.

I couldn't help but smile within a few minutes of it. I didn't understand why. I started laughing and repeating "I'm up" over and over.

"Good. Your sister is almost ready. You have thirty minutes." Then he walked away smiling.

I don't think I've ever been that ready to get up early. I had no idea why it was so awesome. I guess because that was the way I heard some dads wake their kids.

I got ready in about ten minutes, got a book form the library and was in the kitchen where Dean was waiting for Deanna and me. Deanna was a few minutes behind me.

"Could you now tell us why we had to get up so early?" Deanna groaned to Dean. She turned to me. "And why the hell are you so preppy and happy?"

"You'll see. Just get in the car." Dean gave us dry cereal and made sure we were heading to the car with him.

"You never answer my question. Why are you so preppy? I'm the preppy one." She looked really annoyed as we got into the car.

I laughed a little. "I'm just, for once, a little happy. Why is that so bad?"

"Your best friend is a demon and we lost mom last week." She was ticked.

"True, but this past week, we have gotten closer, we have someone who is helping us with the whole demon thing, and on top of that, tomorrow."

"What about tomorrow?" She was confused.

"You're the only reason why I'm so excited about it. Tomorrow is the 17th!"

"Oh, right. I guess its something to be excited about. But I don't think I want to celebrate this year." She had this really bummed face on.

"What's tomorrow besides the 17th?" Dean asked

"Our birthday. Deanna was so excited before this all happened."

"I have a right not to be excited. Mom's gone. Demons are after you. Why is it so easy for you to be happy?"

"Because we are here. Together. Alive. Demons are after me, not you. Your friends are normal humans. You have a party already paid for. Tomorrow is your day to have fun after this extremely crappy week. You have earned it." I was stern. I sounded like mom a little. But it was true. All of it. "You are not going to even think about canceling. You need this. This was all you were talking about at one point."

"It just doesn't seem important to me anymore." She shrugged her soulders.

"But it is important." I was trying to get her on board, but it wasn't working.

"I agree with your sister on this Deanna. God knows how many times I wished I could have good memories like that."

"See, even Dean agrees with me. If you wont do it for you, do it for me. I haven't seen you smile in a while. And its like you said, you're the preppy one."

"OK" she didn't look happy about it, but she would. "Only if we spit the party."

"What? Why would you want to split your party?"

"Because its like you said. I'm the one with the good end of this. Your best friend turned out to be a demon. You have demons hunting you. It's my party. I choose if I want to share it. You are having a much crapper week. I'll just tell everyone to bring something for both of us. You can't tell me no." She was serious

Before I could say no, she sent a text. "I already told sent a group message to spread the word. So you can't."

"Fine." I hated big parties, but when I agreed, she was so happy. Happier than she had been all week. I could hear Dean laughing. "Shut up Dean." And he laughed harder so I just shut up and read a book for the rest of the trip. Deanna spent the rest of the trip texting people. Dean turned on some music and that was it for the trip.

Three hours later, we were back home. Well, back to our hometown. Dean pulled into the hotel we stayed at the day before.

"What are we doing here?" Deanna asked as I looked up.

"Remember the salt lines you put down? They are still there. And remember who can't step over salt lines?"

"Maddie. She is still there?"

"If I calculated right." We followed Dean out of the car and in front of the door of the room. "Stay behind me. She is going to be angry."

"Ok" was said simultaneously from our mouths.

"OK." They walk in, Dean first, then Deanna, then me. And Dean was right. She was still there. Waiting for us.

Dean splashed holy water on her and, real quick, put her in handcuffs with demon traps on them so she couldn't walk without someone pulling her. He pushed her down so she was sitting in the bed.

"Why are you hunting Jill?" Dean was angry. Or just annoyed, I couldn't figure it out which.

"Because, she is a Winchester. And asks like it. Her sister is their mom." She turned toward me. "You are the next greatest threat to us than the Winchesters. Lucifer wants you gone before you learn too much. And if you're wondering, you have never met Madison. She has always been tucked away. I've been here to watch you to make sure you weren't on their path."

"Who killed our mom?" I asked, in a stern voice.

"I didn't know. If I knew, they'd been dead. You needed to be steered away before you were contaminated."

"Then you should have been in my life earlier. I was heading down this path since I was tiny enough to be held in one hand. You couldn't have done anything." After I said that Dean and Deanna both looked with confused and concerned faces. They had no idea why I would say that. They have no idea if it was true or not. But it was. That was the problem.

They carried on like normal though. Dean cut Maddie where that mark was, destroying it. But exorcisms didn't work still. Dean ended up having to kill Maddie to get to the demon. It hurt but I knew it was necessary. Dean and I made it look like she was just drunk as we loaded her motionless body to the car. Deanna cleaned the blood out of the carpet. Dean took us to school and he disposed of the body.

School went on as normal. I hung out with Deanna's friends for the day. They weren't so bad once you get to know them. I called Dean to make sure it was ok if we went shopping for a party dress, and it was. I saw the person I called my best friend die but surprisingly, it was a good day. We spent an hour looking before we found a dress that I would wear that the girls thought looked good on me. Dean was as the hotel waiting for us, looking for a new case. Sadly, I knew what that meant. Deanna and I were going to be shipped out to a foster home soon. We were going to have to say goodbye to the Winchesters, and I wasn't ready. But I just waited until that time came.

We walked up to the Impala, and Dean saw us and came out and hugged us both.

"Hey girls, what dress did you get?" I showed him and he had an approved look on his face. "It's nice. I like it. I'm guessing its for Jill tomorrow." We nod. "Hey, Do you want to stay in town tonight so you wont be late for school tomorrow?"

"But we don't have anything for tomorrow." Deanna said, she was more worried about that than I was.

"I'd love to. Mrs. Young will fail me if I miss more of her classes." I laugh a little.

"I packed your bags for tonight. Tomorrow is a big day for you two. Turning sixteen. I thought you might want to be at school on time and be with your friends and…" his voice trails off before he said anything else although we both knew what he was going to say next. 'and say goodbye to them before you leave.' He didn't have to say it. We knew.

"Yeah. We would like that. Thank you Dean." Deanna said that so quietly that I thought Dean may not have heard it, but he did. He led us to a room with two beds. I stayed quiet. It was the only thing keeping me from breaking down. I refuse to cry in front of people. No matter how bad or who the person was.

We claimed the beds, Deanna and I in one, Dean in the other. The quieter it was, the more I wanted to cry. I didn't want to have to say goodbye to everyone. I didn't want to hope I'd be with my sister for the whole two years. I didn't want to say goodbye to Dean and Sam and Cas. They had been there for us when we needed someone.

"I'll be outside if anyone needs me. I need some fresh are."

"Don't go far." Dean said

"I wont." And I want out.

I find a bench a few feet away from the door and couldn't fight the tears anymore. I muffle the cry with my hand, hoping it would be enough so no one could hear me. But then, I heard a door open and so I try to stop.

I heard Dean behind me. I quieted but couldn't stop my tears. "Hey Jill, what do you want…" He stopped when he saw my face. "Jill, have you been…"

I cut him off, "No…"

"Come here." He said as he sat on the bench with me.

I did what he told me to. He just embraced me like I would imagine what fathers did with their daughters. It made me cry more. And he didn't mind, I don't think. He just sat there comforting me. Telling everything was going to be fine. That I was strong enough to get through anything. It had been only a week that I've known Dean, and I trusted crying in front of him. Why did I trust him so much? He was acting like a father toward both of us. I liked that about him.

It was a good 5 minutes before I stopped crying. Dean just comforted me. I finally spoke. "I don't want to say goodbye. To Sam or Cas, or you. I don't want to worry if I will be able to stay with Deanna or not. I don't want to be scared anymore. I'm just tired of being scared"

"What are you scared of?" A few more tears came from my eyes remembering my childhood of fear. Remembering my stepfather beating me for being different. Remembering lying, saying I fell instead of the truth. Remembering stashing food and water and books, for those times he would lock me up in the closet. Remembering him leaving, and me being scared for the rest of my life, that he would come back. Remembering training to defend myself incase he did but being to scared to tell anyone what he did. I was reminded every day what I went through. All of my old scars are from him. My legs have been broken before. So have one of my arms and a few ribs. I've learned to deal with the pain.

I broke out of my trance when I heard Dean "Huh? What is it that has you scared?" At that moment I realized I slipped up.

"Loosing the people I care about." It wasn't a total lie. I was afraid of loosing them. But it wasn't the full truth.

"That's not it. Everyone is afraid to loose the people they care about. I can tell you're scared of something else. Terrified. What is it?"

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him. I wanted to, but I couldn't.

"OK. When you're ready to talk, I'm here."

"Thank you, Dean"

"No problem. And trust me, I don't want to say goodbye to you two either. What do you want for dinner?"

"I don't care."

"OK." He got up and started walking to the car.

"Dean, wait." I got up and hugged him. "Thank you." He hugged back.

"You're welcome, kid" We both let go. "I'll be back with some burgers and a salad for your sister. Sound good?"

"Sounds great."

"Great." And he was in the car and drove away. I went back to the room.

"Hey Deanna."

"Hey sis. Feel better?"

"What? Oh, yeah."

"Good. I'm guessing Dean found you? Food."

"Yeah. Why salad? You need a burger every once and a while."

"Because we have a party tomorrow I know we are going to eat everything junk food related tomorrow."

"Makes since." We both laugh. We spend the next twenty minutes talking about last minute party things before tomorrow.

Deanna was trying to convince me to wear make-up tomorrow night before Dean came in food. We started eating when Deanna brings up the whole make-up thing, getting Dean to agree with her. He just laughed watching us make a fuss over it.

About an hour later we heard a knock on the door. Dean put his gun to the door, ready to fire, when he opened it.

I heard a familiar voice beyond the door. "Hi, I'm looking for Deanna and Samantha Smith." It was our stepfather, Fred.

"Who are you?" Dean said in a protective dad voice.

Deanna came closer to see Fred. "DADDY!" She lit up like a Christmas tree. She was so happy. I just sat there, frozen with fear.

"Hey Deanna! Is your sister here too?"

"Yeah, but you know her, loves to take precaution. Hey, Deanna! Daddy's back!"

I tried to look excited as I ran up to hug him. "Hey Dad." I thought I fooled everyone, until I looked at Dean, who wasn't buying any of my crap. "What brings you in?"

"Tomorrow."

"Awesome! How long are you planning on staying?" Deanna was so excited, and I tried so hard to be excited to.

"Not long, but I was planning to take you two with me, if I can get custody. I'm sure it wont be a problem though."

"Of course it won't." She was even happier.

"I need to get something out of the impala. Dean, can you pass me the keys?" I asked.

"Sure, you need help?" Dean asked.

"No thank you. I'm fine." He handed me the keys and I grabbed by overnight bag Dean packed. Thank God it was still in the impala. I also grabbed paper from the note pad I had on me. I put a nice note with the keys and ran as far as I could. A place no one would even think about. I couldn't go near that man without being terrified, what would happen if I moved in with him? If Deanna figured out the truth, she would be forced to go though the same Hell I had to go though?

By then, they would have gotten the note. They would have tried to search for me, and failed. I probably broke Deanna's heart. Dean was probably worried. Fred, most likely, was getting madder by the second. That made me more scared.