Maddison Winchester: Journal 3 {Supernatural}

2 The Kids Are Alright: Part 3

After getting all the kids home safely, we dropped Ben off at his house. Sam and I waited in the car for Dean to get back.

Sam sighed. "Ya know, you did really good back there."

"What?" I laughed.

Sam turned around and smiled. "I'm serious. You're good under pressure."

I shrugged. "I just helped those kids get out. I didn't even do it on my own. It's not a big deal."

Sam sighed. "I've been thinking."

"You guys are going to let me go on hunts with you more without argument?" I asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, the opposite, actually. I was thinking about how Dean and I went to school when we were kids while Dad was out on hunts."

"No," I said.

Sam furrowed his brow. "What? Why—"

I shook my head. "No."

"Maddi, just hear me out?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "I'm listening."

"You're so smart. Think about what you could do if you went to school. You could go to college. You could get out of this life," Sam said.

"Yeah, no." I shook my head. "I'm not doing that."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"'Cause I'm not like you, Sam. I don't want out of this life. I like helping people. We do it all the time," I said, "I don't want to stop doing that."

"You can help people in a different way," Sam said.

"No, Sam. Do you know how many people would die if we didn't do what we do?" I asked.

Sam sighed. "Well, I just—"

I shook my head. "No, it's not what I want."

Dean got into the Impala.

"And I'm not talking about it anymore," I said.

Sam shrugged and faced forward. "All right."

Dean cleared his throat. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Uh... all right. So, what do you two say about us going to a diner and getting out of this town?" Dean asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

"Sounds great. I'm starving," I said.

"Actually, could you just drop me off at the motel?" Sam asked.

"What? Dude, come on," Dean said.

"I just wanna go pack up and find another case," Sam said.

"We just finished one, come on. Let's just chill for a little bit," Dean said.

"No, really, I'm fine. I'm not even hungry. You guys just go," Sam said.

"Uh, all right." Dean smiled in the rear-view mirror. "I'll just take my favorite baby sister."

I smirked. "I'm your only one."

Dean smacked Sam on the shoulder. "That's not true."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," Sam said sarcastically.

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After dropping Sam off, Dean and I left for the diner.

Dean cleared his throat. "To answer your question. No, he's not my kid."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You're a smart kid. I saw the wheels spinning back in that park," Dean said.

I shrugged. "Well, it was hard not to think that."

"I asked Lisa. She said he's some bad boy biker's kid," Dean said.

"Hmm." I shrugged. "Guess she had a type."

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