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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TWO WEEKS, FIVE DAYS and seventeen hours. That's how long it's been since Maisie Kate Winchester has opened her eyes. That's how long it's been since Lucifer attacked them in their home and that's how long it has been since Tala died to keep Maisie safe. Since she allowed her to win the cursed battle.

"While I'm not connected to my soul... I can't access my powers... not without her." Tala said to the men on the ground in front of her. She looks down to the blade in her hand with a deep-set frown. "And if I can't be strong, there is no way in hell she can be. And she needs that now more than ever." Tala lifts up her sword again before plunging it deep into her abdomen.
"No!" Both Sam and Cas yell as she drops to the floor, her powerless body tremoring.
"You idiot," Cas - now Lucifer - spits with venom lacing his every word. "What have you done!"
"Whatever I can to stop you... and the darkness." Tala coughs and splitters as she rips out her weapon, allowing for a quicker death. "I was never meant to win this battle. You and I both know that. God planned it this way."

Maisie jolts awake. Her eyes burning momentarily with a fiery power, sensitive to the light around her. When the glow finally subdues, she slowly looks around, realising she was in the bunker's infirmary. She slips out of the she was in bed, falling to the ground as her legs remember how to support her weight. She pulls herself up, frowning as she pushes herself to remember what happened. To remember the fight that she was almost certain had killed her. She felt dead anyway. She looks at her clothes, creased and slightly covered in dried blood but it was the same outfit she had worn when she was last awake. From this, she concludes she must not have been unconscious for very long.
She takes a deep breath, walking up the small flight of stairs and out into the hallway where she can hear the faint sound of chatter. She follows the sound.
"Only site of trauma is what the mom is describing as a handprint from the alleged attacker." Maisie identifies Sam's voice as she nears the door. "But no one else was in the house at the time, so..."
"All right, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it." She hears her father.
"Why put someone one it?" Maisie croaks out, doing a double-take at the sound of her own voice. Dean stands up quickly, looking at his daughter as if expecting her to disappear. She clears her throat before trying to talk again. It was still croaky. "We could do it."
"Mai. You're awake! ...are you awake? Am I dreaming again?"
Maisie looks down at herself, pinching her hand. "I think I'm awake? What happened?"
"You wouldn't wake up," Sam explains as he too stands up. She could tell that they both wanted to hug and comfort the girl but were first wanting to make sure she wouldn't shatter if they did. "What do you remember?"
"I-" Maisie stops for a moment as it floods back to her. "Tala... is she really gone?"
"I'm sorry, kid." Dean sighs, taking the leap and pulling her in for a much-needed hug. "I know you were just starting to get along." Maisie nods as she hugs back into Dean. They remain that way for a few more moments as Maisie's numb-filled-grief sets in.
"How- how long was I out?" Maisie asks as she pulls back.
"Almost three weeks." Sam answers. Maisie can't do much more than blink.

"What... did I miss?"

"Nothing we couldn't handle," Dean reassures. "Nothing big either."
"It's nothing big or unmanageable today too," Sam adds as he looks at Dean, bringing up the case once more. "You should stay here and rest."
"No, I wanna hunt." Maisie protests, looking between her father and uncle. "I've had three weeks to rest. My last memory is having an interaction with Lucifer's and my own alter-ego killing herself. If I'm here alone, I'll go crazy."