Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

2 Hello, Cruel World: Part 2

A few hours later, I was chilling in the living room, binge-watching TV, when a commotion in the kitchen caught my attention. Sam's voice cut through the air, sharp and agitated.

"Shut up!" he shouted. "I said, shut up!"

Startled, I leaped off the couch and dashed into the kitchen. Bobby, looking concerned, joined me.

"Sam, you okay?" I asked.

"You, uh, having a little bag lady moment?" Bobby asked.

Sam let out a sigh, an almost ashamed look on his face. "Sorry."

Bobby grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed one to Sam.

"Thanks," Sam muttered, taking a sip. "You know, after... everything. All these years, all that we've been through..."

"You beat the Devil before, kid," Bobby reassured him.

Sam shrugged. "It's kinda different."

Bobby shook his head. "Not really. You'll get a handle on this, too. You will." He nodded. "You're not in Hell anymore. You're here with us."

Sam stared off blankly for a moment, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"You hear me, Sam?" Bobby asked.

Sam nodded hesitantly. "Yeah, I hear you, Bobby."

Bobby shot him a look, but then his phone started ringing. "Oh. That's my local." He walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" (...) He furrowed his brow. "Come again?" (...) He shook his head. "Who is this?" (...) "Jody?" (...) "Gotcha." (...) Hanging up, he turned to us. "Well, either Sheriff Mills is having an ObamaCare-insured opium dream, or something's eating folks down at Sioux Falls General Hospital." He grabbed his jacket. "Look, I don't want to bruise your ego or anything, but—"

Sam nodded. "No, no, no, it's okay. Go. Me and Maddi will watch the phones."

Bobby nodded and turned to me, whispering before he left. "Call me if anything happens."

"So..." I turned to Sam. "I've been waiting to talk to you."

He smiled. "Okay, hit me."

"I just don't want to put too much on you with everything going on," I said.

He chuckled. "Trust me, I've made it this far. I think I'll be fine."

"Okay." I sat down, twirling a strand of hair nervously. "What do you think you know?"

He sat across from me. "Well, it's pretty obvious that you have your powers." He thought for a second, tapping his fingers on the table. "What happened to you at Crowley's? I mean, I'm assuming that's when you 'visited' Death."

"They, uh." I cleared my throat. "They tortured me... pretty much the entire time I was there." I shook my head. "Clearly, a lot of the stuff they did to me should've killed me."

He shook his head, sympathy in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I know it's not enough, but I honestly don't know what else to say."

I shook my head, tears welling up. "You guys need to stop saying that. None of it is your fault."

He nodded. "I know, but neither of us can help but feel like we failed you."

"The only thing keeping me sane while I was there was the thought of seeing you guys again." I looked at him seriously. "Trust me. You didn't fail me."

He nodded, still looking upset. "So, that triggered them?"

I shook my head. "No, there's more... Crowley." I sighed. "Forced me to drink demon blood, well, force-fed me with a feeding tube."