Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Defending Your Life

We caught scent of a strange death in Dearborn, Michigan. It appeared that a man named Matthew Hammond had been hit and killed by a car on the 10th floor of his apartment building. Of course, we drove there to figure out what really happened.

Dean pulled up in front of the apartment, cops were walking in and out of the place. He just stopped and stared up at the building for a moment, "Feels wonky."

"What?" I asked.

"Working a regular job," Dean said.

I shrugged, "Bobby or Nate will call if they hear anything about the Leviathans."

Sam nodded, "In the meantime, you know you want to work this case, Dean. Cop on the wire sounded dumbfounded."

"No arguments. It's kind of nice, you know?" Dean smiled, "We're due for a little cut and dry. And, uh... You seem good."

Sam nodded, "I am. For me," He looked at Dean very seriously, "By the way... Thank you."

"For?" Dean asked.

"Amy," Sam said sincerely, "I know you didn't want to let her go, but it was the right thing to do. So, thanks."

Dean hesitated and then nodded, "No problem."

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After a long day of Sam and Dean running around talking to people, while I waited in the car, they finally caught a break. While they checked out the victim's apartment, they found strange red dirt on his floor, and the EMF was going nuts. They found out that Matthew Hammond had been going to AA for ten years and had been buying flowers for someone named Elizabeth Duran once a month since he started. The woman at the flower shop didn't know much about her other than where she had been buried. So, once night fell, we went to the graveyard to see if we could find out anything else about her.

We walked through the cemetery for a while until we finally found her gravestone.

Dean pointed his flashlight at it, "Here we go. Meet Elizabeth Duren."

Sam raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Died at ten. Wow. So, who was she?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know. Why don't we chew on it back at the motel?"

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We went back to the motel, and Sam sat down and got to work, looking up who Elizabeth Duren was.

Sam sighed, "Elizabeth Duren. Killed ten years ago when a neighbor backed out of his driveway. Didn't see her bike. No one was ever charged. Police ruled it an accident."

"Let me guess. The neighbor's our tenth-floor pancake," Dean said.

Sam nodded, "At least we know he felt bad. I mean, the flowers..."

Dean shrugged, "Kind of makes you wonder if the guy wasn't drunk when he ran her over," He stared at the beer bottle in his hand for a moment.

I cleared my throat, "I mean, you don't have to make a little girl's death darker."

"Yeah. Alright. Well, regardless, now that we got a decent bead on ghost rider, let's go," Sam said.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Burn her bones. Put her to rest," Sam said.

"You really think the little girl did it?" I asked, "After all this time?"

Sam nodded, "Well, the woman I talked to at AA said that Matt relapsed shortly before his death, maybe that triggered her to come back."

Dean sighed and took a swig of his beer, "The fun never stops."