Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

5 Southern Comfort: Part 1

November 27th – November 29th, 2014

We stopped at Fat Mack's Rib Shack to grab some food. While Sam and I went inside to order, Dean waited outside by the Impala. When we walked out, he was leaning against the car, scrolling through his phone.

"Heads up," Sam said as he handed Dean his drink and then walked around to the passenger side door.

"I caught wind of a case on this police scanner," Dean said, "Sounds like our kind of thing."

Sam and I exchanged a look.

Sam shook his head at Dean. "We weren't even gone ten minutes."

"Okay. That matters why?" Dean chuckled.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, Dean. How about because you haven't said a word to us since Prentiss Island? And now, what? You want us to shut up and ride along and act like nothing happened?"

"I'm sure he'll talk to us about it when he's ready," I said, trying to defuse the situation.

"I'd rather talk about it now," Sam said.

"You want to talk about Benny?" Dean nodded. "Fine. Let's talk."

"Okay. How about he's a vampire?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "He's also the reason I'm topside and not roasting on a spit in Purgatory. Anything else?"

"Don't pretend I don't get it," Sam snapped, "I know you had to do what you had to down there."

"I highly doubt you get anything about Purgatory," Dean said.

"But you're out now," Sam continued, "And Benny's still breathing. Why?"

Dean swallowed hard. "He's my friend, Sam."

Sam laughed in annoyance. "And what about my friend, Amy? She was what? 'Cause you sure as hell didn't have a problem ganking her."

"Well, I guess people change, don't they?" Dean asked, "We let that werewolf Kate go, didn't we?"

"She was different. She—" Sam cut himself off. "You think Benny's different?" He chuckled. "He tell you he's not drinking live blood or something?"

Dean shrugged but didn't answer.

Sam scoffed. "And you believe him. Wow. Okay. You know, you're right. People do change."

Dean nodded. "Yeah. I got a vampire buddy, and you turn your phone off for a year."

Sam shook his head. "Don't turn this on me."

"Look, Benny slips up, and some other hunter turns his lights out, so be it," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "But it's not gonna be you, right?"

"You coming or not?" Dean asked and then got into the Impala, and I followed behind.

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We pulled up to the victim's house behind an ambulance. We were dressed in our suits.

Dean put the Impala in park and then turned to us. "So, guy's old lady comes home while he's working underneath his ride, puts the pedal to the metal, and takes half his head off."

"What? That's it?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, in a nutshell. She says she blacked out, doesn't remember a damn thing."

Sam shook his head. "Well, that sounds like insanity."

Dean nodded. "Maybe."

"So, how does that make this our kind of thing?" Sam asked.