Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

The Slice Girls

We were driving to our next case. Dean was asleep while Sam drove. I tried to get some sleep, but I just had too much on my mind, so I leaned against my door and watched the raindrops race each other down the window.

Sam sighed, "Have you heard anything from Nate?"

"No," I said.

"When was the last time you tried to call him?" He asked.

"I've called him every day since we left the hospital," I said coldly.

Sam cleared his throat, "I'm sure he'll come around."

"No, he won't," I said.

Sam sighed, "He probably just needs—"

"I don't want to talk about this," I snapped.

Dean stirred awake after I raised my voice, "Everything okay?" He asked groggily.

"Everything's fine," Sam said, "Morning." Dean pulled a flask out of his jacket, shook it, and then unscrewed it. Sam furrowed his brow, "Is that Bobby's?" Dean took a sip. "I didn't know you kept that," Sam chuckled.

Dean nodded, "Yeah, mine sprung a leak."

Sam chuckled, "You know, most people would just carry a— a photo or something for a memento."

"Shut up, man," Dean said, "I'm— I'm— I'm honoring the guy, alright? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild-goose chase."

Sam furrowed his brow, "Wild-goose chase?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah."

"Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off," Sam said.

Dean shrugged, "Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck."

"Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls," Sam shook his head and grabbed the newspaper, "Did you— Did you even read the article?" He shoved the paper at Dean's chest.

Dean shook his head, "No, I was napping."

Sam scoffed, "Well, anyway, what else you got going on? Dick Roman's a dead-end, for now, you might as well—"

"Stay busy," Dean said.

Sam nodded, "Exactly."

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When we got to town, they asked me if I wanted to go to the morgue with them to check out the body, but I opted out. I hadn't been feeling myself at all lately. I had been extremely annoyed by everything. Even things that I usually wouldn't even find worth my time to care about. I wished I hadn't said no to Crowley a few weeks back because now figuring out how to get blood was the only thing on my mind.

So, I grabbed Sam's computer and looked up news stories to see if there was anything weird in the area that could lead me to a demon. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted it. If I found something, I figured I would just go and deal with Sam and Dean when I came back.

I sat on the computer for a couple hours, but couldn't find anything, which was progressively making me more irritated. Then a few minutes later, Sam opened the door and walked in. I looked up and quickly closed out the tabs.

"Whatcha up to?" He asked as he loosened his tie.

I shrugged, "Nothing, just trying to stay busy," I furrowed my brow, "Where's Dean?"

Sam chuckled, "Oh, he decided to 'go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals and see what kind of clues bubble to the surface,'" He nodded, "I believe that was the direct quote."