Maddison Winchester: Journal 6 {Supernatural} (Editing)

11 Caged Heat: Part 1

December 3rd, 2011

In the middle of the night, we drove up to an old industrial plant with a rugaru we had just caught. The demons we'd been meeting almost every week for the past month were waiting for us outside their black SUV. The three of us stepped out of the front seat, then Sam and Dean pulled the rugaru out of the back seat.

"You're late." The demon pack's leader approached us and snatched the rugaru away from them.

Dean shrugged. "Traffic was a bitch."

Sam let out a sigh. "One rugaru."

"Where's Crowley?" Dean asked.

The demon smirked. "Banging a hooker in a sweet spot called None of Your Business."

"Oh, look at that, guys. Demon trying to be funny," Dean said.

Sam nodded. "Oh, is that what just happened?"

The demon rolled his eyes and turned away. "Night, girls."

"Wait, wait. Hold up, hold up," Dean said, and the demon stopped. "Are we ever gonna see Crowley again, or is he just gonna keep sending his demon extras to pick up his laundry?"

The demon furrowed his brow. "I'm sorry. I know you're speaking. I see your lips moving, but I can't understand what you're saying 'cause I don't speak..." His eyes turned black. "Little bitch."

"Wow, bro. So clever," I said.

The demon winked and smirked at me before getting into the SUV with the other demons and the rugaru.

Dean sighed and shook his head. "Remember when we used to gank demons?"

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We walked into the run-down house where we had been staying, and after listening to Dean complain in the car for the last half-hour, on top of being exhausted, I was over it.

"Dean, can you just give it a rest for the night?" I asked.

Dean shook his head. "No, screw it, I'm done."

"Calm down," Sam said.

Dean shook his head. "We've been going on these friggin' Crowley runs, and it's not getting us anywhere."

Sam let out a sigh. "Dean..."

"I mean, the only thing that's really changed is now I need a daily rape shower." Dean shuttered just thinking about it.

Sam nodded. "Okay, you're right. Let's go with Plan B." He acted as if he was thinking about it. "Oh yeah, we don't have one. So 'til we do, sorry dude, stock up on soap-on-a-rope." He sighed. "If you guys wanna get my soul back, that's what we gotta do, okay?"

I furrowed my brow. "Do you even want to get it back?"

Sam's jaw clenched. "I'm working for Crowley, aren't I?"

Dean walked over to the kitchenette to pour himself a drink. "Yeah, well, who says he's gonna hold up his end, ya know? It is Crowley. You ever think of that? Right?"

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and the room became blurry and dark.

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When I woke up, I was tied to a chair next to Sam and Dean, who were already awake. A man was staring at us menacingly.

"You okay?" Dean asked me.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what's going on?"

"I think I know who you can ask," Sam said as Meg and three other demons stepped through the doorway.