Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

The Mentalists

"Wake up, gorgeous," Someone whispered in my ear.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself back in Crowley's lab with the demon staring at me, a smile creeping across its face.

"Good morning, sunshine. It's been a while," He stepped closer to me, "You haven't forgotten about me, right?"

I just stared at him, not wanting to say anything.

"You still need me," He smiled.

I shook my head, "No, I don't want to do that anymore. It's messing with my head."

He chuckled, evilly, "No, you don't get to choose. You've had a taste, and you know you can't escape it, not now."

I shook my head, "Sam said he would help me get through it if I couldn't by myself."

"Oh," He shrugged, "You mean, this, Sam?" He stepped aside, and a light shone down on Sam, he was tied up and gagged, and it looked like someone he had been bludgeoned.

I shut my eyes and shook my head, "This isn't real. This isn't real."

The demon grabbed me by my throat, "Oh, it's real darlin'." I could feel his fingers gripping into my neck, causing fear to spike through me, wondering if maybe it was, in fact, real. The demon stepped to the side again and held my head toward Sam, "Look at him."

Sam stared at me with pain and fear in his eyes.

"That is your fault," The demon said, "You won't do what you're told."

"Screw you," I hissed at the demon.

"Not enough for you, huh?" He asked as he walked up to a table and picked up a large knife.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"Teaching you a lesson," He walked behind Sam, "This is what will happen if you don't listen to me," He said and then slit Sam's throat.

"No, no, no!" I screamed as I watched blood begin to gurgle out of Sam's neck. The fear and pain in his eyes slowly drifted into nothing as the life left them. "Sam!" I cried.

The demon laughed, "Maddi..." He paused, "Maddi!" Then his voice morphed into Sam's, "Maddison!"

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I sat up with a gasp, my eyes snapped open to see Sam sitting on my bed, looking worried.

"Sam?" I asked, my voice cracking and tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You're shaking, are you okay?" He asked as he pulled me into a hug.

"I watched you die," I cried.

"It was just a dream," He comforted me, "I'm here."

I sat in his arms for a couple minutes and then pulled away, taking in a deep breath, "I'm gonna take a shower," I stood up and walked off into the bathroom.

After I calmed down and finished showering, I got ready and walked out to join Sam at the table.

"You okay?" Sam asked, looking concerned.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm good."

"You wanna hear about a case I found?" He asked.

"Yeah, go for it," I said.

Sam nodded and scrolled on his laptop, "Alright, so Lily Dale, New York. Two deaths, both claimed to be psychic..."

I shrugged, "Lily Dale is the most 'psychic'..." I air quoted, "Town in America."