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Riptide: a noun:
a dangerous area of
strongly moving water in the sea,
where two or more currents meet
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Also:
A strong negative feeling
or force that is difficult to control.
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Or
In witch an old family friend comes back into...
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Margot saw Sam and Dean Winchester frequently after their first interaction. The three of them were the best of friends and did everything together when they got the chance. Margot had a different relationship with each brother.
Her and Sam shared a love of books and knowledge and school, where her and Dean both shared a love for old music and slight rebellion.
Bobby had his hands full once his only daughter grew to the age of 15. Her attitude was something he never imagined. Her sweet little self was tarnished by the cruelties of the supernatural world and everything besides that. She had seen things, done things that no other 15 year old had ever done.
Bobby really hated the idea of his daughter being a hunter. He loathed it. But that one night, when he took her out for only her second hunt, things changed.
She was good. Too good. Her ballet training was surprisingly useful when it came to fighting and she used that to her advantage.
She was as good as Dean and they didn't even know it.
Nevertheless, despite her hunting skills, she still loved to dance. It was her passion and one day, she wished to be a professional. She hadn't mentioned to her father, but she secretly wanted out of the hunting life. She wanted to explore the world. Learn new things, go to a different school, she wanted a life for herself that didn't give her nightmares.
She didn't know if she would ever tell her dad. She didn't know if she could bare the thought of going off to college and leaving him all alone. But she wanted something for herself.
As of now, Margret was at her fort. She had improved it over the years and had made it accessible for her growing self and filled it with things she liked. Her radio still sat on the dashboard and she still had books that lingered in the back. But she added a beanbag chair, and a small lamp that she hooked up to a extension cord so she could use it when it got dark, which she had started to do when she couldn't sleep.
The inside was filled with drawings she and Sam had made over the years, and small fairy lights lingered against the car walls. More music was added to the basket that stayed in the front. Her and Dean collected whatever tapes they could get their hands on.
She was sitting inside of it, reading a new book when she heard her dad call for her from inside the house.
She put a bookmark inside and quickly got out of the van and headed towards the house with a hop in her step.
She knew the Winchester's were coming today. Her father told her this morning and she couldn't be more excited as she waited.
