Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Time for a Wedding!

We were in Las Vegas for Sam and Dean's special-annual-kick-back-and-do-whatever-they-want trip. Except for this year, Sam decided to go hiking and camp in the desert by himself, while Dean went out to the bars and strip clubs. Dean was not very happy about Sam's decision, but he decided to go out and have fun anyway.

I was on the phone with Nate when I yawned and laid back on the bed.

"You sound exhausted," He said.

"Yeah, we were nonstop all night, and I didn't really sleep much in the car," I said.

"Okay, well how about you take a nap or something," Nate said.

I yawned again, "Actually, that sounds amazing."

Nate laughed, "Call me later if you can."

"Yeah, definitely," I said.

"Later, dimples," Nate said.

"Bye," I giggled and hung up, I threw the covers over me and turned the light off.

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"Maddi!" Dean shouted, "Maddi..." He shook me, "I need you to wake up."

I opened my eyes groggily, the lights were on, and Dean looked completely freaked out, sitting on the other bed in front of me.

"What?" I sat up, "What's going on? Why are you back already?"

"I need you to listen to me, okay?" He asked nervously.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

"No, matter what, we protect family, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes," I said anxiously, "Is Sam okay? What's going on?"

Dean's lip quivered, and he was silent for a moment, "Sam is..." He hesitated, "Well, he's really hurt. He's dying."

I stood up and grabbed my jacket, "Where is he?"

Dean stood up and walked over to me, "You have to do something for me, I would never ask if it wasn't so important."

"What?" I nodded, "Yes, anything... What?"

"You need to heal him," Dean said.

I furrowed my brow, "I can't, I don't have enough juice in me to do it. I will end up like I did with Lisa."

Dean hesitated and looked at me, nervously, "Not if we get you what you need."

I shook my head, "You want me to drink demon blood?"

Dean sighed, "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't for Sam, but he's dying," He looked at me seriously, "It's Sam."

I hesitated, "You're not Dean."

He furrowed his brow, "What?" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me, "What the hell are you talking about?! We need to save Sam!"

"You would never want me to do that, not even for Sam!" I shouted.

The room around us started to melt away, and then Dean morphed into the all too familiar demon in my head.

He smirked, "I thought I would have you with that one," He sighed and put his hand on my cheek, "I'm just trying to help you," He stroked my cheek with his thumb and moved his face about an inch from mine, "If your brothers die, what do you have?"

I turned my head away and pushed him, "Get off of me."

He backhanded me across the face, "If your brothers die, what do you have?!"