Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo

April 30th - May 2nd, 2013

I was feeling amazing, and we were getting closer to handling Dick Roman and the leviathans. Crowley told me that I was consuming enough now, that realistically if Sam or Dean died, I could bring them back. Which made it all worth it. The only thing that made it hard to meet him now was that Bobby was always around, so he started leaving bottles in my bag when no one was there.

We had been calling around to see if anyone knew anything about what Dick was doing at his dig sites, but we were having no luck.

Sam nodded while talking on his phone, "Yeah, I hear you. All right, well, thanks for looking." (...) "Yup." (...) "Bye." He hung up. "So, Nora didn't see any pattern to the dig sites either." He sat down on the sofa next to me.

Dean walked up and sat down on the arm of the couch. "Yeah, 'cause they got nothing in common. And I got nothing from local lore fifty miles in every direction of all of them. I mean, it's like they're just..." He sighed and unscrewed Bobby's flask. "Old dirt. What's Dick looking for?" He took a swig from the flask.

Suddenly, the lights started flickering, and we stood up, with our guns drawn.

Bobby appeared. "Hey, hey, go easy, you idjits." He shrugged. "Sorry for the jump scare."

"So how does this work, huh?" Dean asked, "I leave the cap off, and you just genie your way out?"

Bobby shook his head. "I wish it were that easy. The thing is—" He flickered and disappeared.

"Bobby?" Sam and I asked in unison.

Bobby reappeared. "Damn it. It's hard to stay focused. I'm still kind of worn out."

Dean nodded. "You've been pretty busy for a dead guy."

"All right. Listen," Bobby said, "I— I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny... those numbers I gave you."

Dean nodded. "The empty lot in Cheeseville?"

Bobby shrugged. "Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long. I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're breaking ground—" He paused. "What month is this?"

"Uh— Uh." Sam furrowed his brow. "April."

Bobby sighed. "Ground's broke. They're building as we're yammering. Check it out yourself."

Sam walked over to his laptop and started typing.

Bobby shrugged. "It's all right. I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy killing ghosts the past few days. But Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business. That site'll show you they're building a biotech lab, right?" He pointed to Sam's laptop. "Biotech my ass. That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughterhouse. And we're the beef."

"Don't you think that's a little bold, even for Dick?" Sam asked.

Bobby shook his head. "I bet you no one will even notice... 'cause first, he's gonna dumb us all down with Turducken-style munchies. Make us docile."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah, we haven't been to Biggerson's since that whole fiasco."

Bobby raised his eyebrows. "Biggerson's? He's bought a list of joints ten pages long."

Dean nodded. "Ah."

"Next, he's gonna cure us," Bobby said.

I furrowed my brow. "Of what?"