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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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The boys had been staying with Bobby all week. After the hunting incident a few weeks ago, Margret and the Winchester's were told to stay home for a few hunts. Sometimes It would be just Dean who would go, leaving Margret to watch over Sam.
She had no problem with that. Despite the small age gap, the two were best of friends. Of course not as close as her and Dean were, but the two had things in common she and Dean didn't.
One, being, their want to go to school. When it was just the two of them, they would day dream about going to college and being out of the hunting life. Sam would go to any college that would take him, while Margret would go to Juilliard to pursue her dancing dream. The two of them talked about it constantly when they got the chance to.
"Will you show me a dance?" Sam had asked when it was just the two of them. They had just finished a movie, and her father, John, and Dean haven't come back yet. She could tell Sam was starting to worry because they said they'd be back an hour ago. She was worried too, but she didn't want to stress Sam out with her own stress.
So when he asked, she agreed and went up to her room to get her shoes and her radio. As she came downstairs, she placed the radio on the desk as moved the couch so it was out of the way. Sam sat and locked his eyes on his friend as the piano music started.
As Margret did her routine, Sam watched in Aw as she swiftly danced across the room. She twisted and turned with elegance and she jumped with such lightness. Margret was In the middle of said jump just as the front door opened and two men rushed in carrying a unconscious Dean in each arm.
Margret and Sam were quick to help them bring him into the living room and help him onto the couch.
"What happened!" The girl exclaimed as she rushed to get the first aid kit. She knelt down and began stitching up the gash on his arm.
"Shit happened. It's still out there. Bobby and I gotta take care of it. Stay here and take care of him." John told her. She nodded as the two rushed back out the door.
"Is he going to be okay?" Sam asked quietly as he stood beside her. Margret looked to the boy, then turned back to Dean. She nodded as she cleaned the blood on his arm.
"He'll be just fine. Go get us some water okay? He should be waking up soon."
Sam hesitated, but nodded and turned away to the kitchen. And just like she predicted, Dean's eyes fluttered open. She smiled as he looked at her.
"What—what happened?" He asked as Sam came back and handed him water. He took it and chugged it down.
