Madeline Holmes

Bygones

(There's a long authors note at the end just letting you know! -Cosima)

Madeline

Surprisingly enough, coming back to the Winchesters was an easier transition than Madeline could have hoped for. It was like she never left. They were all in their latest motel room, Sam on his laptop trying to find something new and useful to identify and prevent broken seals, Dean looking through newspaper clippings for any new developments, and Madeline was laying on the bed, withdrawn from reality, searching her mind palace for any data she'd looked over once for any useful info. Her reverie was shattered however when a rather heavy pillow was thrown at her. "Back to the real world princess!" Dean called, smirking from where he launched the pillow. "Sammy's got something," she glared at him a moment before joining them, but not before muttering a few choice words about them, including "children", "immature" and few more colourful curses.

"What have we got?" she asked, looking over Sam's shoulder, her hair falling over her right side as she scanned the monitor.

"Freak storms? Dead livestock within a five mile radius of an old farm? Sounds like our kind of thing," she grinned. "You guys in?" she looked at the two, her smile widening as they nodded, before gathering her things, throwing it into the trunk of the beloved impala. She slid easily into the backseat. Some of her favorite memories were made while sitting in this exact spot, the corners of her mouth tugging upwards as she recalled fond memories. Sam slid into the car shortly after. It was then she remembered something, and she turned her gaze to him.

"Dean's just grabbing his stuff and getting some supplies," Sam said, thinking the absence of the older Winchester was the reason behind her questioning gaze.

"Good," she narrows her eyes as he shifts, almost unnoticeably. "That gives us some private time," she lounges in the backseat, but still looking at him. "Something's different about you, ever since Dean got back. I didn't say anything before, but now it's worse, I'm surprised dean hasn't said anything," she chose her words carefully, knowing not to scare him too much. "Whatever that secret is, it's destroying you. And I don't want you hurt. You or Dean. So whatever it is, figure it out, and when you realize what I've seen, then stop," she said quickly, noticing Dean was walking up to the car. Sam stared at her, brows furrowed. Dean chose that moment to jump into the drivers seat. He glanced suspiciously at the two.

"Did I miss something?" he asked, and Madeline shook her head, looking out the window. Dean shrugged, before starting the car, which made the girl grin, her eyes closing as the electric guitar screeched through the stereo.

A few hours into the drive, Madeline's phone rang. She checked caller I.D and sighed, before answering. "Mycroft," she said pleasantly. "Are you trying to track this call?"

"Of course not, dear sister," he replied, which made her laugh.

"Come now," she smirked, tilting her head slightly. "I know you better than that. Doesn't matter anyway to be honest, I know how to disappear from your American contacts."

"Now now Madeline," he reprimanded. "There's no need for that. There's nothing that needs to be protected," she smirked.

"How would you know?" she replied, before hanging up. She noticed Dean looking at her in the rearview mirror. "What?" she asked. "It's just my brother."

"Yeah, your brother that if he finds out who we are, will blow the whole 'underground' operation, and to top it all off, we're both wanted by the FBI. You don't see a reason to not get worried?" he shot rapid fire remarks at her and she rolled her eyes.

"And I thought Mycroft was dramatic," she muttered, laughing to herself, and it was Dean's turn to roll his eyes.

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