"you know, i thought i'd seen it all"
"yeah?"
"then i joined you"
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maddison's psychic abilities were the only lead the winchester brother's had on their dad. so what happens when she stays after a failed attempt of finding him?
**i suck at summa...
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MADDISON EVERETT OPENED HER DOOR JUST AS DEAN WINCHESTER RAISED HIS FIST. She offered him a quick smile, stepping aside to allow him and his brother entry. The girl had woken up an hour prior, knowing they'd show up sooner or later. This, however, had nothing to do with her psychic abilities. Bobby Singer had called to inform her, laughing as she hissed a string of swears.
"Dean, good to see you," she greeted, closing and locking the door behind him. "And Sam, it's been a few years."
"We need your help," Dean muttered, hating the way her face lit up at the words. "Can your mojo track down Dad?"
"It depends." She crossed the room, disappearing inside of another room. "Do you have anything of his? Like a jacket or—"
"We have his journal," Sam interrupted, taking a seat on the couch. "Will that help?"
"Maybe." She returned with three beers, placing them either side of her coffee table. "It should."
"Have you done this before?"
"Once, with you."
"Oh that sounds promising," Dean muttered, taking a sip from his beer. "Are you even old enough to drink?"
"You're asking me to track down your dad, you don't get to ask anything else."
She sat in front of them, on the other side of the table, letting her knees dig into the carpet. There was a moment of silence before she sighed, running her hands over her legs. Tracking a human down couldn't be that hard. Sure the first time hadn't gone as planned, but she had been close enough.
The brothers watched as the girl stood back up. It was evident that she was nervous, that she was scared of failure, but she owed it to Dean to try. What was the worst that could happen? That was uncertain.
When she returned she held five candles, all different colors, and placed them on the floor. She placed them around her, in a circle, and sat in the middle. A moment of silence followed, and she held her hand out toward the brothers. Sam fumbled for the journal, watching as the girl clutched it.
"So... uhm, what exactly are you doing?" he questioned, giving his brother a worried glance.
"The candles are mainly for show and protection," she explained, letting the leatherbound item rest on her bare thighs. "The dark blue represents for spirituality, hopfully it'll reach out to any entities surrounding him; light blue represents family union; purple represents psychic powers; and the white stands in place of the other things I might need."
