Maddison Winchester: Journal 7 {Supernatural} (Editing)

Reading is Fundamental

May 4th – May 6th, 2013

We had brought the clay chunk to an abandoned apartment building to finally open it and see what we were dealing with.

Sam pulled it out of the base and set it down on a case in front of us. Dean set a toolbox next to it and pulled out a hammer and a chisel.

Dean scoffed. "That's a lot of fuss over a caveman Lego."

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Well, whatever Dick wants is bricked up inside that." He passed out safety glasses, and we all put them on.

Dean nodded. "All right." He hit the clay, and thunder immediately clapped.

We all turned around and looked out of the windows to see lightning flashing through the night sky.

"Coincidence?" I asked.

Dean cleared his throat. "Right. Yeah." Then he turned and hit the clay again, and another clap of thunder echoed through the air. He straightened up and looked at us curiously. "That sound like somebody saying, 'No, wait. Stop,' to you?"

"Uh... yeah," Sam said.

I nodded. "Yeah. Definitely."

"Yeah." Dean shrugged. "Oh, well." He continued hitting the clay, and with each strike, there was more thunder and lightning.

Eventually, the clay shattered away, revealing an inscribed stone tablet. Dean picked it up, and we all looked at it curiously.

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The next morning, Sam and I sat at his laptop, watching the news while Dean slept.

"At a loss to explain the continent-wide storm system that appeared seemingly out of nowhere, blanketing a good part of the nation in freak lightning displays," the reporter said, "Here with Dr. Marlon Price of the U.S. Meteorological Survey at a press conference earlier today." The reporter turned and held a microphone out to a man next to him.

"Baffled?" Dr. Price shook his head. "No, I'm not baffled. Frankly, I'm offended. This is not the way weather behaves."

Dean woke up and walked over to the sink to wash his face.

The reporter nodded. "Power outages and related damages to electronic equipment have been reported from as far east as Cape Cod—"

A small metal cup slid across a table by Dean and the EMF meter sitting on the table in front of Sam and me, started going nuts.

Dean turned. "Bobby? Bobby, that you?"

"Think so." Sam nodded and held the meter up to show Dean. "But that whole adventure at Roman's seems to have drained his batteries."

"So, what? We start the storm heard 'round the world?" Dean asked as he walked over to us.

Sam sat up and touched the tablet. "When we broke this thing open last night, every maternity ward within a hundred-mile radius got slammed."

I nodded. "Any woman in the last month of her pregnancy went into labor."

Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Hmm." He picked up the tablet. "This one goes out to all the ladies. So, heavyweight signs, omens... what do we got?"