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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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Margret Singer groaned as she woke up. She rubbed her eyes as she yawned and turned out of bed. She stretched her bones and stood up. Since she'd been home, Margret had grown accustomed to early mornings. She had early mornings when she went to school, but that was around 8 or 7, here, she woke with the birds, even before the sun came up.
As she got ready for the day, she made a mental list of things she needed to do. She needed to help her father on an old car that was going to be hers when it was done, she had to find some time to practice... as Margret walked downstairs—-her mind repeating her to-do- list over and over—-she didn't expect to see Sam Winchester standing at the door.
With a confused brow, she walked towards the two. "Hey." She said, noticing that none of them talked first. She noticed the small cuts that covered his face as she got a closer look. He looked like he'd been tossed and turned in every one direction and she wondered what happened.
"Uh, hi...did you....?" Sam asked turning to her father, who shook his head side to side.
"All you." He told him
Sam huffed and turned to the girl. "Come on outside." He told her. Now, even more confused, Sam led Margret outside. Bobby followed behind as they walked towards a wreaked Impala.
"What the hell?" She whispered as she inspected the crushed up vehicle, her eyes then widen in realization.
"Holly shit! Are you guys okay? What the hell happened to you two? Wait, where's Dean? Is he okay?"
Sam placed a hand on her shoulder to silence her. "I'm fine. John's fine."
"Wait, John? John as in your father John? You found him?"
Sam nodded slowly. "Yeah. We were dealing with the thing that killed our mom...yellow eyes." Sam explained.
"Yellow—What? Are you serious?" She asked, her voice was softer. She knew the topic of their mother was different for both brothers. It was something her and Dean talked about a lot.
Margret reached out and placed a comforting hand on Sam's arm, he nodded. "Yeah. Dad was getting close to it before we managed to get together, remember I told you about Meg?"
Margret raked her head for the name, it sounded familiar. "The girl you met at the bus station when you and Dean got into that fight?"
"Yeah. Well, demon. She trapped us which led Dad right to us, trapping him. Speaking of which, he said he needed some things..." Sam said and handed a pice of paper to Bobby.
He eyes the list and looked up to Sam. "What does John want with this?" He asked
