Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Shut Up, Dr. Phil

"What about this, sweet cheeks?" The demon asked before he slit my throat.

My head fell back, and pain exploded in my neck, but then rage filled me, and I picked my head up.

"I love the black eyes," The demon smiled, "You remember what happens next, right?" He asked, "Let me help you first..." He reached down and untied my hands and then looked at me with a creepy grin and empty eyes. His throat slowly slit open, and blood dripped from his mouth, "You're getting weaker... You know what you need..."

I felt this overwhelming desire burst through me, and I watched his blood seep from his neck.

He smiled, "You know what you want..."

I stood up, but I heard Sam's voice echo through the room, "Hey, Maddi..."

The demon frowned and started to fade away, "Maybe next time..."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I opened my eyes suddenly and realized I was now lying in my bed.

Sam was standing above me, smiling, but then a strange look crossed his face, "You okay?"

I sat up and nodded, "Yeah, why?"

He shook his head, "You just look a little worried or something."

I shrugged, "Just another nightmare."

He nodded and gave me a sympathetic look, "Well, I'm going on a run. Just wanted to see if you wanted to come," He shrugged, "A little exercise might help you feel better."

I smiled at him, "Yeah, let's do it," I glanced over at Dean, who was still sleeping, "Do we wanna—?

Sam gave me a look and chuckled, "Really?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

We were towards the end of our run, and the motel was in our sights, Sam looked over at me, "Race ya."

I smirked, and he took off faster, I laughed and chased after him as quickly as I could, but I just couldn't catch him by the time he got to the door.

"Somebody better be chasing you," I heard Dean say as Sam opened the door. I ran in shortly after, Dean shook his head as he took a sip of whiskey, "Wow, you were literally being chased."

I nudged Sam, out of breath, "Okay, no fair, your legs are way longer than mine."

Sam chuckled, "That's never stopped you from outrunning me before."

Actually, he wasn't wrong. Lately, I've been feeling so off my game.

Dean scoffed and shook his head, taking another sip of whiskey.

Sam shrugged and chuckled, "It's good for you."

Dean shook his head, "No. No, it's not good for you. Look at you two," He furrowed his brow, "You're— you're a mess, and you stink," He sighed and gestured toward the laptop in front of him, "Well, while you were out being Lance Armstrong—"

Sam grabbed two Gatorades out of the fridge and handed me one, "That would be biking."

Dean rolled his eyes, "I was working," He looked at me, "Hey, weird facts, you ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?"

I nodded, "Oh yeah, famous for their cherry pie."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Really?"

I smirked, "No, I've never heard of the place..." I took a sip of my drink, and Sam chuckled, "That would be cool, though, wouldn't it?"