Maisie Winchester: The Cursed Hunter

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DISCLAIMER; SUPERNATURAL ISN'T MINE AND THIS WORK IS COMPLETELY FAN-MADE AND HAS NO RELATION TO THE CANON STORY BESIDES THE FOLLOWING OF THE SEASON EVENTS (SEASON 11).

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MAISIE FLINCHES AS SHE OPENS her eyes, finding herself laying on one of the many empty triage beds. On the table beside the bed was a half-empty bottle of water, a wet cloth and a pile of unopened food. Maisie slowly pushes herself up taking the water and drinking in large gulps before scoffing as much food as her stomach could handle. Suddenly feeling itchy, she looks down at her stomach, frowning as she lifts the material of her tank top. She quickly pulls it back down and grabs the oversized flannel at the end of the bed which was likely being used as a blanket, placing it over her arms and wrapping it around her torso as tightly as she could.
"Look," She hears Sam's voice nearby. Maisie frowns and stands up, feeling relieved when she doesn't immediately want to lay back down like she would have an hour ago. She starts walking, pulling back the curtain covering her bed to see the boys and the officer holding a baby. "I get it." Sam continues. "I do. We're gonna save that baby, okay? And we're gonna find Cas, and we're gonna stop the darkness."
"Wait, Cas? What happened to Cas?" Maisie questions, a frown deeply set onto her groggy 'just woken up' face.
"Mai." Dean turns to his daughter, looking her over worriedly. "Are you okay? Do you feel hurt? Are you hurt?"
"I'm fine." Maisie smiles genuinely, lifting up her empty water bottle. She walks over to Dean's side, immediately helping him load their arsenal. "And I'm telling the truth this time, so... what did I miss?"
"Well, Sam found a baby, we learnt that the monster disease is transmittable, Cas is uh... MIA... and there are a bunch more rabids trying to break their way into the hospital to kill us all and Sam doesn't want to kill them."
"What?" Maisie stops loading and inspecting the weapons, blinking a couple times. There was much more than the five pieces of quick-fire information to unpack but also the overly pissed-off tone Dean was using when speaking about his brother.
"Yeah, make me the bad guy." Sam huffs, shaking his head.
"Okay, so what are we talking about then?" Dean asks

"The plan." Sam reminds.

"We have a plan, okay? It's the same plan as it's always been. In order to get out, we go through." Maisie thinks about that for a moment, frowning.

"And? How's that been working for us?"

"We can't save Cas if we're stuck in some hospital, okay? Just like I can't strap on a time machine, go back, and tell Cain to shove that Mark up his ass or stop you from releasing the darkness. Or- Or making sure I actually force Maisie to rest when she is visibly on the brink of collapse!"
"Hey-" Maisie looks up at her father once again. "That's not my fault. Apparently I was cursed..."
Dean's eyes narrowed as they looked at his daughter, their expression unreadable but not exactly harsh either. It was a look that said everything and nothing at the same time. Maisie could feel the weight of it, the unspoken message that no matter what she said, it wouldn't make a difference. Dean would have done it anyway.
"Yeah- well- just leave me outta this," Maisie mumbles in submission, letting out a soft huff.
"Now, have we made mistakes?" Dean continues as if Maisie never interjected. "Yes. Hell, yes. And we can analyze each and every one of them over a couple of frosties when we're old and farting sawdust and out of this room! Right now, all I can do is I can gear up, I can head out, and I can save that freaking baby, which is exactly what I'm gonna do." Dean starts pacing
Maisie looks over at the baby girl in the deputy's arms. The baby was awake and yet eerily calm. With its small hands curled close to its face the baby simply stared as if she was able to comprehend the world around her. Maybe all babies were like this, Maisie wondered for a moment. She had never seen a baby up close before. But something told her she was wrong.
A shiver ran down Maisie's spine, followed quickly by a deep pit in her stomach. All Maisie could think about was the way Dean was ready to go to heaven and hell to protect this young child. Something she had been deprived of for almost all her life. She hated the implication.
"When did we forget how to do this?" Sam suddenly snaps. Maisie flinches, blinking a few times before looking back over to her father and uncle instead of the infant and officer.