Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

3 The Girl Next Door: Part 2

Three Weeks Later

I still felt like garbage. My energy was drained, and my nightmares were taking a toll. I'd been attempting to steer clear of relying on my powers when I was feeling anxious, but sometimes, it felt like my only option. I knew it was getting worse, though, because it was just taking longer and longer to heal now. Luckily, hanging out with Dean and Sam in the cabin kept panic attacks at bay, at least for the most part. Panic attacks aside, I was still waking up drenched in sweat from my nightmares.

Sam was sitting at the table, nose in a book, while Dean and I were glued to the couch, fully invested in a telenovela we'd shamelessly become obsessed with over the past few weeks.

"Ricardo!" I yelled at the TV, wiping away a tear. "Why'd you have to do this to me?!"

Sam chuckled.

"It's not funny, Sam," Dean said defensively.

"Guys, it's just a show." Sam shook his head, unfazed, and went back to reading.

"It is not 'just a show'!" Dean and I yelled at him.

Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Whatever."

Bobby and Nate walked in a moment later.

"Dude..." Dean looked at Bobby. "Ricardo."

"What happened?" Bobby asked, looking at the screen.

"Suicidio," Dean explained.

Bobby nodded and shrugged. "Adiós, ese." He tossed the keys to the Impala to Dean. He and Nate had driven out to Bobby's to grab the Impala. "Well, this ought to cheer you up."

"My Baby." Dean grinned at the keys. "Now I just got to get this stupid cast off, and I can drive again."

"So, how is it out there?" Sam asked.

Nate scoffed. "Weird."

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, with a side order of bloody. Talked to a few hunters. They're running into the same kind of thing that set up shop at that hospital."

"Yeah, and don't forget, tried to kill us at your place," Dean chimed in.

Bobby sighed. "Well, consensus is they're, um, they're like shapeshifters, only a lot more into eating folk. And nothing can kill 'em."

"Good times," Dean said sarcastically. "Anything else?"

Nate nodded. "Yeah. They bleed black goo."

"Like that stuff that came out of Cass... those things from Purgatory. Uh... Leviathan," Sam said.

Bobby nodded. "Yep."

"What about those chompers that you and the sheriff saw at the hospital? They still making spleen burgers?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, we made some calls," Bobby said. "That doctor never showed back up to work. Ditto a nurse and some administrator. They took off."

"So, they could be at any hospital in America," Dean said.

Bobby nodded. "Yeah."

"What do you think, Sammy?" Dean asked, but Sam seemed to be zoning out. "Sammy?" he asked again, with no response. "Hey, ground control! Sam!" he yelled.

Sam squeezed his hand and sat up. "Yeah. What? I'm— I'm right here."

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," Sam said, even though we could all tell that was not true.

Bobby nodded. "Good. Every last bit of info I ever had burned down, so..."

"What about this place?" Dean asked. "Rufus leave anything? Did you check the basement?"