Maddison Winchester: Journal 9 {Supernatural}

3 Heartache: Part 4

The next morning we got up and headed straight over to Eleanor's house. Sam knocked, and she opened the door a few minutes later. She looked slightly confused since we were wearing our regular clothes.

"Hello, Eleanor," Sam said.

"Or would you rather us call you Betsy?" Dean asked.

Her face dropped, and then she nodded with a sigh. "You should come in."

We followed after her into the living room, where we sat, and she paced in front of us.

"Look, Eleanor, innocent people are dying," Sam said, "And they're gonna continue to die until we stop it."

Eleanor sat down on the couch opposite us.

"Did you know about the murders over the past year?" Dean asked.

She shook her head. "No. I didn't. I swear. I thought when— when Brick died, it would be over."

"Help us. Betsy, this is not what you want Brick's legacy to be," Dean said.

Eleanor looked away sadly and then back at us. "His Mayan name was Inyo. He was a proud young athlete nearly 1,000 years ago. He lived for sport and never wanted his days in the sun to end. So he arranged a bargain with the God Cacao through a high priest."

"Stay young forever," Dean said.

Eleanor nodded. "As long as the sacrifices continued, twice a year – once for the planting, once for harvest."

"When did you find out about this?" I asked.

"Not until I began to age and— and Brick— Kelly, as he was when I met him... did not," she explained. "But by that time, Brick himself had changed... inside." She smiled. "He wasn't just the warrior whose only reason for living was combat. He—" She paused for a moment, remembering fondly. "We were deeply, deeply in love. So in love, I'm ashamed to say that when I found out that— How my husband stayed young and strong, I chose to ignore it."

Sam nodded. "You and Brick had to go underground from time to time to hide your secret, right?"

"Every ten years or so, he would, uh, re-emerge with a new look, a new name. And me, I was the wife, and I was the woman in hiding, and then, when I got into my forties, I became Brick's mother. Eleanor." She shook her head. "I am so tired. You can't imagine the burden of it all. I think even Brick was through. He could see the end of my days were at hand, and... he had lived centuries all alone, but I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge." She looked at us tearfully. "You must think I'm a monster."

Dean shook his head. "No. No, just that you married one. Well, see, here's the deal. Now there are eight killers out there that we have to deal with, not just one."

Eleanor shook her head. "I don't think so."

Sam furrowed his brow. "What? Why not?"

"Brick used to say the heart was key. That was the focus of the sacrifice," she said.

"Are you saying that if we stop Brick's beating heart, then we could stop the whole thing?" Dean asked.

Eleanor nodded.

"Do you know where the person is who has the heart?" I asked.

She just stared at me for a moment.

"Do you know?" Sam repeated.

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We pulled up in front of the Bunny Hole, and Dean parked across the street. Eleanor said the person who had the heart was named Randa, and this is where we could find her.