Maddison Winchester: Journal 6 {Supernatural} (Editing)

2 Exile on Main St.: Part 2

We walked into our garage, and Dean moved the tarp on top of the Impala back enough to open the trunk and started piling weapons into his duffel bag.

"What do you think it is, Dean?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. Something demonic. Sulfur and claws?" He shook his head. "Hellhound, maybe?" He closed the trunk.

I nodded. "Yeah, but I don't know—"

"Hey," Lisa said from the doorway.

Dean smiled at her. "Just getting a hammer."

"So, I just ran into Sid. Did you almost shoot a Yorkie?" Lisa asked.

Dean hesitated and shrugged. "Technically."

Lisa furrowed her brow. "What's going on?"

Dean shook his head. "Nothing."

"How come I don't believe you?" Lisa asked.

Dean sighed. "I just— I, uh— I— I got this— I don't know, spidey sense."

Lisa nodded. "Okay." She stared at us. "Are you two hunting something?"

"Honestly?" Dean asked. "Uh, at first, I thought that we were. But I'm pretty sure that I got worked up over nothing. It's, uh, you know..."

Lisa nodded. "It happens."

"Are you sure?" Dean asked. "I'll tell you what... just because, you know, I have an OCD thing about this, why don't, uh— why don't you and Ben go to the movies? Hit the Cheesecake Factory... You know, hang out with the teeming masses, and we'll do one last sweep just to be 100%."

Lisa nodded. "Okay. Be careful."

"Careful's my middle name," Dean said.

Lisa smiled and then kissed him before turning and leaving the garage.

Dean went back to searching around the garage. "Where is it?" he asked, frustrated.

"Where is what?" I asked.

"Dad's journal," Dean said.

"It's up in my room," I said.

"What?" Dean asked, looking slightly annoyed, and then shook his head. "Never mind. Can you grab it?"

"Yeah, no problem," I said and ran out of the garage and into the house.

I ran to my room and pulled Dad's journal from under my pillow. As I was leaving, I spotted someone walking across our front yard toward the garage. I took a closer look, and honestly, if I didn't think I would have to be crazy to believe it, I would've thought it was Sam.

I left my room and jogged down the stairs and out of the house. As soon as my feet hit the porch, I rushed to the garage to find Sam or someone who looked just like Sam, pulling a large needle out of Dean's chest.

I ran up behind him and kicked him in the side of the knee as hard as I could, making him drop to the ground. I grabbed his hand and bent his wrist back so he would drop the needle. Then he stood up and turned to me. I jumped back out of his way before he could land his punch.

"Maddison?" he asked, looking at me, confused.

"Yeah, yeah, nice trick..." I said as I readied myself for his next move. "What are you?"

He took a step toward me. "No, you don't understand. It's me."

"Mm-hmm." I rolled my eyes. "What did you do to him?" I asked, nodding at Dean.

He put his hand out toward me. "Maddison, please, I just need you to trust me. I will explain everything to you once we get out of here."

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward me as I swung around and threw an elbow at his jaw. He grabbed his mouth and bent down in pain, so I seized the opportunity to knee him in the face, and he dropped to the ground.