Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

1 We Need to Talk About Kevin: Part 1

September 12th - September 16th, 2014

"Did you hear that?" Dean asked.

I shook my head. "What?"

"Sounded like a door." He walked over to the window and peered outside. Then he stepped back and grabbed two bottles and a knife out of his bag.

I stood up. "What's going on?"

Suddenly, the door clicked and creaked as it slowly swung open. Then Sam walked through the door.

Dean tackled him to the ground and doused him with holy water.

"What the...?!" Sam shouted, "I'm not a demon!"

Dean poured Borax over Sam.

"Or a leviathan." Sam looked up at Dean and over at me, confused. "What—"

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and cut it with a knife. "Or a shifter. Good." He nodded and stood up. "Our turn. Come on. Let's go." He held the bottles out to Sam.

"I don't need to. I know it's you," Sam said as he clutched his arm on the ground.

"Damn it, Sammy!" Dean shouted and splashed himself with the holy water and Borax.

I held my arm out, and he splashed me with both as well. Sam stood up slowly and watched us.

Then he held the knife out to Sam. "Come on!"

Sam shook his head. "No! Dean, can I just say hello?"

Dean furrowed his brow at Sam and rolled up his sleeve. He then cut his arm and handed the knife to me.

I rolled up my sleeve and cut my arm, showing Sam, even though it healed only a moment later. Then I put my hand on Dean's arm and healed him as well.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to that, but it's definitely useful." Dean chuckled. "Well... let's do this."

Sam shook his head and smiled at us. "I don't know whether to give you a hug or take a shower."

Dean laughed. "Come here." He held his arms out, and they embraced.

"Dude. You're... friggin' alive," Sam said and smiled at Dean and then hugged me. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he said as he held me tightly.

I quickly healed his cut before he pulled away.

He took a few steps past us with his hands on his head. "I mean, what the hell happened?"

Dean shrugged. "Well, I guess standing too close to exploding Dick sends your ass straight to Purgatory."

"I knew it," I said.

Sam raised his eyebrows. "What? You did?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's kinda a long story. I was working a case a few weeks back, and all the pieces sort of fell together. I felt so stupid I didn't realize it sooner. We were working on how to get Dean out but got a call from him before we figured it out."

"Hmm." Sam nodded and then looked at Dean. "You were there for the whole year?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, time flies when you're running for your life."

"Well, how'd you get out?" Sam asked.

"I guess whoever built that box didn't want me in there any more than I did." Dean smiled.

Sam furrowed his brow. "What does that mean?"

"I'm here, okay?" Dean asked.

"What about Cass? Was he there?" Sam asked.