"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...
a/n: this is longer than the other chapters, i hope you'll enjoy regardless. sorry xxx
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SOMETHING ABOUT THERAPY HAD ALWAYS WEIRDED MADDI OUT. She understood why people went, even she had gone after the death of her parents. To be fair it had been mandated, and she didn't want to worry her family. A majority of the time she sat in silence, listening to the old man drone on about how loss was a part of life.
She had stopped going after a month. It was hard to grieve with someone telling her it was normal to "hallucinate" the dead. Prior to their deaths, she had only been able to feel things. But after, after she was able to do much more.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Dean questioned, knocking her from her thoughts. "Sam's past girlfriends?"
"I dunno," she murmured, lifting her shoulders in a half shrug. "Probably finding a middle ground. Information for information, that kinda thing."
"They do that?"
"Mine did."
At that he turned, staring her down with a perplexed expression. "You went to therapy?"
"The court mandated it, after my parents died." She rubbed her palms over the fabric of her jeans. "If I gave a piece of information about me, he'd give me something about ghosts."
"And that trash worked?"
"I wanted to know if I could reach them, I needed to know the full story. Not just what the cops told me."
He nodded his head softly, he remembered what that felt like. Hell, he remembered what she looked like after it happened. No one in her family would take her, not that she had wanted to be with them, so she found her way to South Dakota with Bobby. She didn't speak much, not to him or to Bobby, unless it was to ask if they'd heard from Sam.
It took her a year to get to talk to people again, and it took her another to laugh without guilt. He remembered the look on her face when Sam's number went to voicemail, the pain and the suffocation. Regardless of what Sam believed, he had missed his little brother.
"Did you ever really figure it out?" His voice was quiet, almost as if he was scared it would send her running. "You never really talked about it."
"It was a demon. I contacted my mom, that's all she could remember." She glanced over at him, her arms moving around her torso. "They get confused sometimes, after they die, that's why they stay behind."
"I'm sorry, kid, I wish I had known."
"I wasn't exactly open with you. Bobby only knew because I kept taking his lore." She glanced down at her feet, suddenly feeling guilty. "Speaking of Bobby, I think it's time I call him."
