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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IT HAD BEEN WEEKS SINCE Maisie's encounter with the Bisaan, weeks since had been able to hold some semblance of control with her angelic powers and weeks since her first ever truly romantic feelings were sparked with anybody let alone the man she's known for half her life. The only thing now that kept her running was a steady stream of caffeine and the stimulation from various combat training techniques. She had tried to sit down and do research but when her agitation grey to the point she accidentally angelically ignited her tablet, she decided to instead utilise her skills elsewhere.
Now, standing blindfolded outside the bunker, Maisie was determined to shoot every single target with perfect accuracy the way she had done when she first arrived at the bunker. It was one of the only things that - due to the task's demand for total silence and concentration - was capable of forcing her into a state of calm.
"Hey," Sam's voice rings out, causing Maisie who had an arrow already drawn to swing around and release it. Her stomach lurches, ripping off her blindfold. She had never been more relieved in her life to have missed a shot. "Woah! ...Was only checking to see where you got off to. Have you been here all night?"
"Not all night," Maisie sighs, wincing slightly as she takes a look under her bandaged and bloodied knuckles from repeatedly hitting a punching bag, and then a tree until the point they both broke. "I did start off in the armoury."
The truth was, Maisie hasn't been able to sleep for the last week. At least, not until her body physically collapsed and forced her into unconsciousness. And it certainly wasn't because of a lack of trying. She had tried everything from deep breathing, counting sheep, reading... copious amounts of alcohol and even small amounts of other intoxicating substances. Absolutely nothing worked.
So instead, she did the only other thing she knew how to do. She trained. At first, it was disassembling and reassembling each and every piece of multi-part weaponry she had access to. Then, when that was completed, she moved into the various combat techniques for various monsters. For vamps, you should stay high to get a good swing at the head but for wolves, it was smarter to remain low - less chance of them clawing out your heart. Once that no longer worked for her, she moved onto physical hits. With each punch her anger, frustration and panic only grew, eventually causing the rope the punching bag was hoisted from to fray and snap. That was when she made her way outside the bunker to continue her melee punching on a tree. When her hands eventually became too red, bruised and inflamed to continue that, she bound them up and began target practice instead.
"Are you..." Sam hesitates, looking to Maisie with a frown. "Are you okay?"
"To be honest, I don't know," she admits, collecting the weapons she had brought with her before walking down the field to collect her arrows. Sam follows. "I think something is going down. I can't tell what but... it feels big. Bigger than its ever been before."
"So that's why you're doing this," Sam nods, helping Maisie rip the arrows out of the small animals she had shot down and targets she had painted. "Why you almost shot an arrow through my skull?"
"Hey, I was acting on instinct," Maisie defends, throwing the dead rabbit she had just retrieved the final arrow from further into the brush for another animal to eat. "As soon as I realised it was you... well... if I didn't hear your voice I wouldn't have pulled back at the last second and I'd be having a very different conversation right now."
"Maybe next time you let us know when you're gonna be armed and dangerous, okay?" Sam chuckles lightly as the two make their way back inside the bunker. "C'mon, let's get those hands cleaned up properly."
"Oh, perfect!" Sam calls out as the two enter the kitchen. Maisie glances quickly at Dean's ironing job, scrunching her nose at the faint smell of burnt beer before pulling out the first aid kit. "We're gonna need our suits."
"What happened to you?" Dean raises an eyebrow as he watches Sam unravel the bloodied rags on Maisie's fists.
"A tree," Maisie shrugs, wincing when Sam cleans the cuts with alcohol. "Don't worry, bones were definitely broken when it first happened but they don't feel it anymore so..."
"I don't know how that was supposed to make us not worry," Sam copies Dean's intrigued look as he replaces the old bandages with tape and bandaids.
"It means I clearly heal quick, right?" Maisie looks at them like they're both idiots. "So when we go on this hunt we allegedly need our suits for, you won't have to worry about my ass and can worry about your own instead... was it something to do with Amara?"
"Uh, it's a long shot," Sam clears his throat. "But the clock's ticking, right? Whatever Amara's doing to Lucifer..."
"Yeah." Scoffs Dean. "Beating on Cas in the meantime."
"Yeah..." Sam sighs. The group stay in silence for a moment. "Uh- Max pulled through, sent me an article. Hope Springs, Idaho. A guy named Wes Cooper killed himself after killing a co-worker. According to the reports, though, nobody knows why. Apparently he was a perfectly happy guy, and then... snap."
"So, what?" Dean asks, grabbing the tablet to look over the article. "Possession?"