Maisie Winchester: The Cursed Hunter

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DISCLAIMER; SUPERNATURAL ISN'T MINE AND THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY FAN-MADE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE CANON STORY BESIDES THE FOLLOWING OF THE SEASON EVENTS (SEASON 11).

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"MORNING" DEAN CROAKS OUT as he stumbles into the kitchen, clearly still drunk and half asleep from his night out.
"Hey, did you pick up the bacon-" Maisie starts to ask as she looks up from her sketchbook, before watching him down the leftover, very expired Chinese food in the fridge. "Nevermind."
"Is that a hickey?" Sam joins the conversation from his seat next to Maisie, watching in minor disgust as the brother spits out the off-tasting rice.
"And?" Dean makes his way over to the coffee machine instead. "It was valentine's day. I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic."

"You got half of that right." Mumbles Sam.

"You're a man whore," Maisie criticises, shaking her head.

"Hey, I'm doing my civic duty." Dean argues. "Like you're one to judge, I heard you on the phone with Max when I left."
"For the last time dad," Maisie sighs, putting down her pencil. "Max and I are just friends. That's it. He's his own person, he can do whatever he likes on Valentine's Day."
"Really?" Sam scoffs. "And this 'just friend' wants to stay on the phone with you from six pm to three am?"
"Sounds like he thinks of you as more than just a friend, Mai," Dean shrugs at her dagger-like stare. "Just saying."
"Do you really wanna be having this conversation with me?" Maisie stands up, hands leaning against the table. "Do you wanna know if I've had sex? How about my sexuality? Maybe I have some sort of epic victory story like your damn valentines hook-up stories you don't shut up about."
"On second thought, I'm good," Dean says after careful consideration of not only Maisie's words but the look of murder in her eye. He was scared to ask why this was a touchy subject for her. "Sammy, what'd mr judgy do? Curl up in your snuggie, watch 50 shades on cable?"
"Yeah...no." Sam stares at Dean as he sits down across from Sam, slurping his coffee. The judging look Dean was referring to radiating from him like a beacon. "Check this out. Stacy altman 19 year old babysitter from Hudson ohio was murdered last night.
"Oh that blows." Dean responds without a single ounce of empathy. He turns the laptop back around to face Sam. "But if her name's not Amara, how is that us?"
"Because her heart was ripped out." Sam turns the laptop around yet again.
"On valentines day?" Dean raises an eyebrow as best he could in his hungover state. "What is that like an ironic werewolf? Alright we'll check it out. But first, I need bacon."
Maisie throws her hands up in the air, slapping them back down on her thighs at his words. Both men look over to her, Dean like his ear drums have been assaulted to the tenth degree.
"Oh, hey dad," Maisie mocks her conversation from the night prior. "Since you're going out anyway, can you pick up some bacon? We're out and I don't feel like killing anyone in the morning. Remembering me saying that now? Yeah. Yeah... this hangover is your fault and I ain't gonna subdue my hangriness because of it so... cheers."
Maisie raises her mug of cold coffee, downing it in one swig before walking towards the door. "Oh and you need a shower! Preferably a cold one!"

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"You know, Mai, you could help out with the research." Sam speaks up, watching the girl lay on the bed with her feet propped against the wall, throwing and catching the ball for what must have been close to the quintillionth time.
"I told you," Maisie says in between throws. "I already have. I did when you banished me to the motel to see the crime scene and go to the morgue. The damn morgue, Sam, come on I could have at least seen the body!"
"You know how psychopathic you sound putting it that way?" Sam raises an eyebrow at the woman. "We told you why we weren't taking you."
"Right, right... because cops found my car that I crashed a few months ago and are now investigating because my DNA was at the scene and on record but I should be dead. Sam, the last photo they have of me on record, I was still in pigtails. It's bad enough my car is in the impound with all my damn gear, do you really gotta punish me twice?"
"Hey, consider yourself lucky Tala was willing to try and do recon before they find something that proves you're alive. Or hell, that we're all alive for that matter. Trust me, the last thing you want is feds on our tails when we're trying to take down the darkness."
"It's the least she can do since she's the reason I crashed the damn thing!"