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sasarahsunshine · 3 years

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Soak Up The Sun - Fun Things/Facts

My favorite thing about writing my fic so far is exploring the relationships between my OC and the team. For example, I LOVE writing Emily and Derek the most, because they definitely have brother/sister vibes, and they remind me of my relationship with my own brother. I also want that for Kassidy: to have them there as her older “siblings” in a way. I especially love how close Kassidy and Emily are becoming.

(I’m going to be writing a lot about Kassidy’s relationships with the team so I’m gonna put a read more thing here now.)

Emily and Kassidy stay up too late talking on the phone, talking about boys (and girls) they used to like when they were younger, telling stories of embarrassing things they’ve done. They go on breakfast dates all the time, sometimes inviting the other BAU girls along, but sometimes it’s just the two of them. Emily convinces Kass to adopt a cat so her apartment won’t feel so lonely. The two of them like to go to pet stores and buy matching sweaters for their cats. They also constantly text each other dumb things that are on their minds. “I saw a fat squirrel today” “!!!no way!” Kassidy helps set up a private facebook for Emily so they can share pictures to each other (this is placed in 2010/2011 so they don’t get instagrams just yet). They love taking selfies with their cats, as well as taking pictures of the sunsets they see when on the jet. They start collecting postcards from the towns they visit and write them to each other, so when they get home they have fun mail to look at. Emily’s ringtone is the Kim Possible theme song.

And then there’s Rossi, who’s one of the team Dads(TM). I like to think Rossi sees Kassidy as the child he never had (SPOILER ALERT before Joy gets introduced to the story LMAO), so he’s extra sweet on her- and spoils her rotten. She never asks him for anything but eventually he starts buying stuff for her and paying for groceries to be delivered to her apartment and she’s like “???? what are you doing?” And he’s like “you’re my daughter now I am taking care of you.” LOL. Of course later on when Joy joins the BAU fam Rossi introduces her to Kassidy like “Joy this is my other daughter” and Joy is like “Cool I have a sister!” And Kass is like “I’m not actually his daughter tho-” “shush Kass you’re my kid, now smile for the camera.” She puts up with it and accidentally calls him “dad” once in front of everyone and it’s that whole scene from Brooklyn Nine-Nine and she’s like “no i didn’t why would I do that” lol. Rossi puts her in his phone as “Sunshine” since he’s the first one to ever call her that. She has him in as “Team Dad.” His ringtone is That’s Amore by Dean Martin. “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore~”

And then Hotch is like the other Dad(TM) who just wants to watch Kassidy and Spencer succeed at life and must protect them at all costs. Kassidy babysits for him a lot and freaking LOVES Jack. She becomes his unofficial “big sister” and lives for it. She loves taking Jack and Henry to the movies and park and is the best babysitter JJ and Hotch can find. Hotch has found her sleeping on his couch one to many times and just puts a blanket over her and lets her stay the night. He gets her coffee in the morning as a thank you for watching his son. At first she was embarrassed but eventually she gets a key to Hotch’s apartment, since he has a key to hers, and she just shows up sometimes just cause she can. She’s bad at buying groceries for herself but you bet your last dime she’s buying healthy foods for Hotch and Jack. She stocks their pantry FULL with foods, often showing Aunt Jessica where she hid the snacks so Jack (and Hotch) don’t try to get to them. She ends up with her own drawer in Hotch’s room that has some of her clothes and shower stuff in it cause of how often she’s over there. Her ringtone for Hotch is the COPS theme song LMAO.

Morgan is Kassidy’s certified Big Brother(TM) and he will hurt anyone who hurts his baby sister. He takes on the role so naturally around her and loves her for making him feel life can be normal sometimes. He has to tease her a lot about her crush on Reid, but that’s what big brothers do, ya know? The two of them like to go out for drinks and dancing when they get home from cases. Gotta remind themselves that life is beautiful and fun too. She buys Morgan a bunch of books and DVDs that she thinks he’ll like, and he always promises that he definitely read/watched them, but she knows he didn’t. Except when she buys him Tangled on DVD, telling him that it’s her FAVORITE Disney movie of ALL TIME. She knows he watched that one because she hears him humming some of the songs that got stuck in his head. They also hav the complete opposite taste in music, often fighting over what station to listen to when in the car. Usually Hotch or Emily has to tell them to knock it off or they’ll end up hitting each other (nicely). Kassidy HATES running, but she gets up at 6am on Saturdays to run with Morgan. She’s getting more stamina because of it, but she won’t admit it. Her ringtone for him is her favorite song, “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow.

Penelope and Kassidy are besties for sure. They have girls night once a week when they can, binging on ice cream and watching lame rom-coms (Kass can’t handle secondhand embarrassment movies but she’ll watch them if Penny asks- hiding her face in her hands when those scenes are on). They like to go shopping together, hyping each other up in dressing rooms and picking out cute/colorful clothes. They always do brunch when they go shopping. They spend a LOT of money when they’re together, and have no filter whatsoever. Kassidy tends to get drunk by the end of the night if she was with Penny, which is always odd considering at the beginning of the day she swore she wouldn’t drink anything. She ends up taking a whole small chest for herself at Penny’s apartment, keeping clothes and toiletries in there. Penelope joked once that Kassidy had her stuff scattered all around the state of Virginia. She wasn’t wrong. Kassidy’s ringtone for her is “Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina & The Waves. They also text cute pictures of baby animals to each other a lot.

JJ and Kassidy love getting mani-pedi’s together. And when they’re together it’s either a whole spa day, or they’re at the firing range- there is no in between. No matter what they do, a lot of money will be missing from their accounts at the end of the day, much to Will (and Rossi’s) dismay. Kassidy see’s JJ as a sister too, but more like a twin/super close best friend type of sister, not an older sister like she see’s Emily. She’s totally a Jemily shipper (as a joke, but like <w<). They like to lay in the grass in JJ’s backyard and stare at the clouds, talking about all the places they’ll visit someday. One time they planned a whole trip to Greece, pulling out their phones and looking up ticket prices for the plane ride, hotel, sight-seeing and more. They haven’t fulfilled that trip yet, but they sometimes mention it to one another, reminding themselves that they will go. Someday. JJ’s ringtone is the opening Disney theme to every movie ever.

And then there’s Spencer <3 From the beginning she felt kind of drawn to him, his mannerisms, his love of knowledge- all of it. They like to get coffee together on their days off and trade books (Kassidy had to buy a bunch of new books recently so she had more to trade with him). She’s been to his apartment quite a few times, watching French movies and Earth Documentaries. They just like being in each others company (uwu). Kassidy probably texts Spencer the most, even though he detests texting- but that doesn’t stop him from replying. Her text tone for him is R2-D2 beeping (even though he says he’s not really a fan of Star Wars). During cases they’re almost always paired up together to work on geo-profiling and victimology, sitting close at the table with their legs just barely touching, their feet lightly pushing into each other every once in a while to remind the other that they’re still there. They’re totally NOT playing footsie (they totally are). Her ringtone for Spencer is the Star Trek opening theme. “Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship, Enterprise.”

Kassidy hasn’t met some of the other fun characters of the show yet, but eventually she’ll love all of them too <3 This fic takes place in season 6, after Hayley dies and right before Emily “dies,” ;) ANYWAYS I wanted to rant about this a little so um, thanks if you read it? LOL. Let me know what you guys think? <3

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routinely-unamoosed-blog · 6 years

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13x05 ~ Alone, Not Lonely

*cue the chorus of Fight For Me from Heathers the musical*

Character(s): Maddie Rayner, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, mentions of Jack

Word Count: 8,058 oops

Summary: Maddie notices Sam’s anxiousness of Jack and finally sends him back to Dean. Finally alone, she takes on a task of her own: finding Jack before the boys do and making sure Heaven is out of the equation.

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“Go,” she finally said, setting her beer can down on the windowsill of her motel room.She currently sat in the squishy sofa that was probably used for sex, but it was at this point in her somewhat career that she didn’t give a shit anymore. With Lucifer’s kid walking the Earth, who had time to worry about male reproductive organisms on a couch in a shitty motel?

Sam was seated on the bed facing her back. She felt his eyes on what wasn’t covered by her athletic bra; tonight's was a gray and pink Reebok bra, with the straps crossing in an X on her back. It didn’t bother her slits, but she could tell Sam was entranced by it. Ever since he’d seen her wings, he’d been (obsessed wasn’t the correct word here) fixed on trying to see her wings, let alone her without a shirt on.

She could tell his eyebrows were raised in confusion. “W-what?” he asked sheepishly and innocently as if he had no idea what she was talking about. Idiot Winchester, she thought.

Maddie let her bent leg fall to the floor from the seat. She was looking out one of the two windows in the entire room, and it was this one she chose to look out of because it was the one facing the woods. The last time she was in the woods was when she was tased by Sam. The thought made her shudder slightly, but she looked up at Sam nonetheless.

She stared at him for a moment. He was already dressed, shocking since it was at least three on a wonderful Thursday morning. His chest seemed thicker in the tan canvas jacket that covered a red and black flannel, and the jeans that crawled down his legs seemed to make her want to tear the entire outfit off him.

Very unbecoming, Maddie, she thought, the least you could do is offer to have him take your clothes off. You wouldn’t mind that, would you? No, sir, she would not.

She finally blinked when he raised his eyebrows even higher when she didn’t respond right away. She inhaled deeply and let it out with a sigh, her body forcing itself to its feet as she made her way towards the bed behind him. “Go help your brother with this Nephilim problem. I can . . . I can take care of myself.”

Sam acted as if it was the most bizarre thing she’s ever told him. “Really? I-I mean, I don’t have to go. Dean’s probably got this taken care—”

“Would you rather have Heaven have the kid or Winchesters? Trust me, as an enemy of the Great Penthouse, I’d go with Winchesters without a doubt . . . actually, let me help you.” She rolled her eyes at herself when she found that last bit leaving her lips, and it was to her shock that Sam smiled at her offer.

She hated that smile.

He gathered one of the duffle bags on his arm and slung another over his shoulder. “What makes you wanna help Jack?” he asked.

She didn’t really know why. Heaven (and Hell) were on her ass 24/7, but it was the least she could do. It would make her less of a target anyway. Why protect herself when she knew that this Jack couldn’t control himself? Maddie shrugged as part of her answer as she replied with, “Who knows? Maybe Hell’s interested in the bastard, too. Guess that means more me-time if it gets Heaven and Hell off my ass.”

Sam, looking at his feet, nodded slightly with a bite of his bottom lip. She hated that. She hated how her legs twisted over each other to try and control herself. She hated how hot that was, how every nerve in her body and core sang in rejoice at that stupid little action.

Finally, he looked up. His hair shifted to rest just above his shoulders in a way that complimented his blessed facial structure.

“Alright . . . well, check in, will you? Even with Dean distracted he could still have his sights on you,” he said with a final wave. Maddie smiled as he opened the door. Just as he was about to step out, she scuffled to him and wrapped her arms around him. She had to stand on her toes for her little arms to hug him, but she didn’t care.

She took in the smell of old books and gunpowder. She could still smell the woods on him despite that he showered every day when she was with him. She thanked him through his shoulder, to which Sam’s hand reached up and held the back of her head. His other hand wrapped around her back, his arm careful as to not disturb her slits.

Maddie jumped at the contact. The last time someone did that was before they died. It was the last time she felt intimate contact with her that wasn’t followed by a sharp blow. She felt tears form in her eyes, but she blinked them away as fast as they had come. No more love, she thought, love gets people killed.

“What do you want?”

Maddie stabbed her staff into the ground and made sure it stayed upright. The concrete floor created veins of cracks when her weapon was deep enough to remain straight by itself. She put her elbow on the handle and leaned on it, crossing her ankles as she stared at the angel. The Heavenly being was bound with chains to a chair settled in a ring of holy fire. The chains, enchanted with extra restraining powers, rattled as the angel struggled.

She crossed her arms with an authoritative expression. She could taste the angel’s fear radiating off its vessel, pulsating and vibrating. The angel shook in its restrained seat, the chains reminding her of her lovely time with Dean Winchester.

Leaning forward, she spat, “I want you to tell me about Lucifer’s kid.” The answer must have surprised the angel, for its head was thrown back and a bitter laugh slipped from its lips. A cheerful sigh made the laughter fade, and a grin widened its mouth.

“Lucifer’s kid? We don’t know squat about him, unlike Temperance. Heaven’s been looking for him, as has Hell.” The angel leaned forward in its bonds while mimicking her expression. Its eyes squinted slightly and narrowed with that same patronizing grin. “But don’t think we’ve forgotten about you. Heaven might crack down on your little fling with Sam Winchester after you’re dead. Dean’ll probably kill himself before that happens, so poor old Sammy will walk the Earth with nobody. Doubt he even knows about your feelings toward him.”

She glared behind her a bit at a deceased angel, wearing an African-American meatsuit, named Temperance. She boasted knowledge of the Nephilim child, going as far as to bargain with her on if she’ll live or not if she spilled. Maddie promised the angel her life, and it was after that the angel told her everything that she stabbed the vessel in the heart after a polite thanking for its service.

A soft smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. Her mind immediately went to Castiel sitting in the Empty. She had to give him props for being with Sam and Dean, but the reason he died was for nothing. Going against Heaven was unheard of since Lucifer’s days; even she knew the punishments and she hasn’t been to Heaven. Heaven seemed to be on the fence with their reaction to the Seraph’s untimely death, but that certainly didn’t stop them from spreading rumors that it was her that put the bastard down.

Maddie spun the angel blade on her fingers and stabbed the wretched creature in the heart, grace lighting up its mouth, nostrils, and eyes. The light intensified until she could hardly look at it without squinting, but the dull pain in her eye sockets faded when the light disappeared. The angel now slumped in the chair, stared at nothing as its wings were scorched into the wood and concrete floor.

The basement she turned into her very own private torture room cooled. Hairs on the back of her neck rose as she turned to face the wall closest to the staircase. It was now that she felt the sweat sticking her clothes to her body. She had started shedding her layers not five minutes into this torture session, and now she was only clad in a white tank top, jeans and boots. Numerous chains were attached to small hooks in the colorless wall, and it was the chains that snaked to the wrists of angels.

Looking up from the deceased angel, she raised her eyebrows at the terrified angels shaking in their bonds. Her head swayed to the right slightly with a soft smile spreading across her face. Her lip arched up as she lifted the corpse out of the chair (and chains) and tossed it behind her, where the body was plopped on the growing mound of other dead vessels. She’s already gone through seven angels including the angel that just died, a low-ranking Seraph named Apollyon.

“Anyone else?” She made eye contact with the rest of the angels quivering in their places. Their eyes were wide with fear at her presence and a few of them averted their eyes when she looked at them to her pleasure. Making the most powerful beings on Earth tremble in her presence due to her adoptive family’s name brought a warmth that made her smile softly.

A particular angel, donning a male vessel, looked at its brothers and sisters and back to her. Its chest shook as he gathered a breath, spewing words that would make it regret them: “You ... you’re sick!”

Maddie’s head swayed upwards again like a dog hearing a whistle. A grin clawed its way to her mouth as she slowly made her way toward the angel. Its mouth slapped closed with its fists clenching, a gulp being heard from across the room.

Stopping in front of the angel, she took its vessel’s jacket and unbuttoned it, exposing a white dress shirt beneath a burgundy tie. Instead of killing him right there, she grabbed the lapels and yanked the angel off its rack, the chains snapping off the mount on the wall. The ring of fire separated as she dragged the screaming angel into the chair, and it closed after she restrained the angel once more.

Protest filled the makeshift dungeon. The angel began struggling and apologizing, but even she knew that that wouldn’t get it anywhere. She grabbed the angel’s shoulder and slammed it against the back of the chair, her face lowering to be level with it. Instead of trying to be professional, she separated her legs and straddled on the angel’s lap.

It was on instinct did her hand bring up her staff, which shortened to the length of an angel blade with a glare, and rest the tip on the angel’s chin. She was much taller than it even when she was sitting on its lap, and with that brought an overwhelming sense of authority.

Her eyes squinted a bit. “What’s your name?” she purred, tossing her head back slightly to arch her eyebrow at the angel.

“A-Azrael,” the angel said.

Maddie lifted her head up a bit and dragged the blade across the angel’s cheek, sending a scream to grow from its throat. She dug the blade in deeper just for the fun of it. A tiny fountain of blood sprayed from the cut, some of it dripping to the vessel’s nice jacket and shirt. What a waste of clothing when you know you’re going to be killed, she thought.

She cocked her head again. “Wrong,” she snarled, grabbing the lolling head and straightening it so it could look at her. “Because Azrael died a few years ago from the Fall, so, I’m gonna ask you again. What is your name?”

The angel screamed again when she stabbed the angel blade in its cheek and let the blade hand there for a moment. She saw the sweat of the vessel gleam in the glow of the holy fire. With a final gasp of air and a spitting of blood, the angel groaned, “Tabbris. M-my name is Tabbris.” Its speech was garbled from having blade in its mouth, but it was fairly intelligible.

She finally lifted her hand to the blade and yanked it out of his cheek. She turned her head so she could see inside of the hole, her eyebrows raising at how clean it was. She crossed that off the bucket list, and now it was her goal to finally get some info on Jack before Heaven found out about what was happening to its inhabitants.

“Well, Tabbris,” she said, whipping her head back to look at the angel, “I should take your tongue for that. Those other words that are begging to be let out will never be spoken, mostly because you don’t have the balls to do it. That was brave of you if I’m being honest. But you know your fate, so, really, that was quite useless. Like you and your precious brothers and sisters.”

A sickening laugh filled the room. She gave a disgusted face to Tabbris’ amusement and plunged the blade into his chest. She kept the majority of the blade out, so if he didn’t cooperate, she could deepen the blade at any time. The angel, however, smiled through the pain.

“That half-assed, I-own-the-world attitude is gonna get him killed. Better yet, we’re gonna kill him while you watch. You are gonna get him killed.”

The final six words made her snap. Her lip arched up as she put pressure on the staff (slicing the shirt in half in the process) with screams of anguish echoing in the basement. Tabbris’ head rolled back as he shouted at the ceiling, sending ringing too high to be perceived by human ears. She carved the staff downward toward the vessel’s navel. Her mind dissolved the thought that there was a living person in that mind; all she cared about was sending Heaven a message.

The ringing increased in volume as she retraced her slice, this time stopping a third of the way to the top, rotating the scepter at an angle and creating a second line. She finally stopped with this line beneath the vessel’s nipple. She let Tabbris bleed for several minutes. It was during those minutes did the glass on the windows to her left and right shatter to pieces.

Heaven’s getting closer, a voice said.

As she plunged the blade back into Tabbris’ chest, this time carving a line downward toward the left hip bone, the angels still chained to the wall began muttering in Enochian. Their words were translated in her head almost instantly, and frustration was added to her anger when the words were basically pleas for mercy.

She glanced behind her numerous times before darting to the other side of the ring and grabbing angel blades that were confiscated and hurling four of them at each of their owners. Explosions of grace filled the room along with burn marks of wings on the walls, floor, and staircase.

She turned to face Tabbris. It was almost dead; she could tell by how weak its grace felt in her back. Her wings were crying with pain, which only fueled her anger toward Tabbris and every other angel, dead or alive. A growl bled through her clenched teeth as she pulled the blade out of the bastard’s chest.

She brought her face to Tabbris’. A thin line of blood was leaving the corner of his mouth and it was thickening by the minute, which made her hesitate. She could let this thing live. Let it live and be her messenger to Heaven. The mortal part of her begged to let it live. She could spare the human their life, however, if they ever ejected Tabbris, then they’d be eternally scarred with her warning.

Her hand had other ideas. It took the staff and let it hover over the wound that would kill Tabbris. Strands of her hair fell in front of her face, which seemed to terrify the angel. The rage displayed across her face was downright scary, apparently, by how horror radiated from the vessel.

Finally, after a moment of staring at Tabbris, she said, “You will never kill him, you will never hurt him.” She looked up through the window to her left and raised her voice. “You hear me?! Lay a hand on him and you’ll wish you never came down here centuries ago.” She stabbed the staff into the center of Tabbris’ chest, where angel grace shined through her artwork.

Screams filled the basement, and it wasn’t until the brightness of dying angel grace faded and did the light settle on the vessel of Tabbris. Etched in its skin and covered in blood was the letter K. It was a simple carving and not very small, no, it spread from Tabbris’ collarbone and stopped just above his navel. The Latin word the letter stood for was written in angels’ blood in the ring of holy fire: calumnia, translated as false accuser.

Her phone began ringing at two-thirty in the morning. Her head was pounding from the ringing that still reverberated in her ears, and the added noise didn’t help. Sleep didn’t help either, so here she at an odd hour in the night writing down as many things as she could about Nephilim.

Her eyes skimmed over her list and the now empty beer bottle sitting next to the paper. She glanced at her phone and picked it up, answering it with a swipe of her thumb without looking at who was calling.

“What the hell do you want?” Her voice was plagued with sleep-deprived frustration.

“Hello to you, too,” Sam greeted with slight shock. Her head perked up at his voice and her back straightened. She made sure all the blinds were closed before letting her wings out, the muscle groaning with relief. She stood from her seat at the kitchenette table and went to the fridge.

She opened the door and took out yet another beer. “Hi. Sorry, just . . . tired and frustrated. Why’re you up? It’s two-thirty in the morning where I am.”

A sigh was heard over the line. “I could ask you the same thing. I’m tired, too, let me tell you. Dean and I are on our way to Washington to look for Jack. It was my turn to drive, anyway, so I needed someone to talk to.”

“And Maddie Rayner is at the top of your list? Wow, Sam, I’m honored.”

He laughed at her joke. She smiled softly at the sound, and her body warmed at the feeling that her comment made him happy.

A flashback to yesterday’s events with Tabbris flew through her mind, and his, along with the other angel’s, haunting threats echoed in her ears. We’re gonna kill him. A twinge of anger flooded through her, making her grip tighten on the phone. Poor old Sammy’ll walk the Earth with nobody. She felt the screen crack in her hand. She walked toward the nearest wall and braced her hand on it as her breathing became a struggle. Doubt he even knows about your feelings toward him.

A scream of anguish burst from her throat as she slammed her fist into the wall. The plaster caved in like paper, and her bloodied fist brought out insulation and dust. She held the phone to her ear as she stared down at her knuckles, the skin there was split and gleaming with blood.

“. . . hello?”

She adjusted the phone for no reason. “Yeah, I-I’m here. I, uh, needed a moment.”

There was silence on Sam’s end. She didn’t wait for him to speak, nor did she expect him to. She stared at her feet and glanced at her fist. A small pool of blood was dripping from the floor from her knuckles, which would have been shattered if she were human. She lifted her hand to inspect it more, but Sammy’s voice interrupted. “You okay?”

She sighed. She didn’t want to bore him with details on last night, but Tabbris’ threats were still fresh. What if he was telling the truth? What if Heaven was now after Sam, too? She didn’t want to lie to him, either, and she was already worried about him when he had a ticking time bomb of a brother.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m . . . fine.” The lie slipped from her tongue as easily as honest words. Her eyes closed when Sam said it was fine, and she smirked when he told her to go to bed. She taunted him jokingly as a response, saying that she would if he pulled over and got some sleep himself.

Maddie could tell he was smiling at how his voice sounded. “Dean’ll get mad if I do. You’re not planning on meeting us there, right? I don’t want you to get too into this.”

Weighing her options, she found herself wanting to go to Washington. She knew it wasn’t necessarily a suicide mission, but it was dangerous nonetheless. If she went, Sam will be on her priority list and vice versa. If she went, Dean would be even closer to ending her life.

She wasn’t that stupid, though. Dean was already trying to find her while wrestling with Jack. Being stupid would be going to Washington and staying with the boys. Even her acquaintanceship with Sam was a death sentence combined with being with Dean for five freakin’ weeks.

Her foolish head found herself saying goodbye after denying profusely that she wasn’t going to Washington. Sam still seemed to be skeptical even when Maddie reassured him that she’d be fine. A chill ran through her as she told him that, but she shook it off as she hung up.

After twenty minutes of reading over her list and omitting things, she snatched the paper and crumpled it into a ball with a growl of frustration. She tossed it towards the trashcan filled with a growing mountain of other lists of great knowledge. Her eyelids drooped when she stared at the blank space on the desk. Her mind was racing, yet sluggish as she stood and grabbed her leather jacket.

Let me know if you need help, she typed into her phone and sent the text to Sam. He replied seconds later with a simple “Okay.” She rolled her eyes and smirked at the candid word before shutting her phone off and grabbing her duffle bag.

The air was cold when the door shut behind her. A sigh left her lips as her eyes were cast on her feet. She didn't remember putting on her steel-toed boots, but she recalled the day she got them. It wasn't that long ago, either; she had to be in her late twenties.

"Going hunting?" the clerk asked with an oblivious smile as she hoisted the pair of boots onto the glass counter. Maddie stared at the man. His fair skin, dark hair and lanky frame told her he didn't work out much, let alone belong in the hunting life.

"Sure," she replied with a weak smile.

A deep breath made her lungs sting slightly with cold air. She wheezed softly and a cough followed, billowing with it a plume of oxygen to cloud in the air. She felt her back pocket for a pack of cigarettes. Nothing bulged from her pants, and an eyeroll seemed to judge more than her lifestyle.

It wasn't that she was a smoker. Her body, naturally, couldn't become addicted to things. So, yes, she smoked. Yes, she knew she had a problem with alcohol and its glorious effects of making the previous day's events all a beautiful blur. And no, she didn't plan on stopping. She didn't necessarily preach it to the choir, but a small voice in the back of her head—the human part—whispered sweet nothings to her whenever she felt like a smoke would drown out her troubles.

The skin on her back that was mangled and horrifically scarred opened to allow her wings to slide through. The regular pins and needles feeling buzzed throughout the appendages as the air wrapped around them like a blanket. Jet black feathers, bristling in an effort to warm the raw skin beneath them, spread wide when she took a glance around her.

A gust of cold air blew in her face as she took a running start. She shivered in her skin, goosebumps rising along her entire body. The trees in the outer rims of her eyes blurred together when she finally managed to break into a clearing. It was dark out still, with soft flakes of snow drifting to the ground. Leaves crunched beneath her feet that skidded to slow her gait, her body preparing to shrink down in a jump skyward.

Slight pain spiked in her calves when she finally jumped with a grunt. She figured the pain was because of her torture from Dean, but she had taken a note of how the rest of her body was fully healed. The extent of her injuries given to her ultimately calculated the amount of time it would take her to heal, and since most of the injuries seemed to be hell-bent on permanently crippling her, she wasn’t shocked when some parts of her body still hurt.

Colder air brushed its fingers along her face. Her nose grew cold in seconds, a feeling she hated. She didn’t understand why it bothered her so much, but she didn’t let it hinder her flying.

The trip to Washington took at least three hours. The drive would’ve taken at least twenty-six hours minus stops. She had been grounded twice for snow, but she managed to fly above the clouds most of the trip. She flew in jet streams when she could, and had flown with a flock of eagles. Their behavior hadn’t changed when she flew into their formation, and they even moved to allow her to get in a position toward the front.

She chose the hotel closest to the border in case things went south fast. It was a one-story motel, one of the first ones in a long time. She didn’t have a preference; it just happened on random occasions. Once she checked in, she was pleased to see an outdoor pool. She couldn’t remember the last time she went for a swim.

Her room was a weird layout. The kitchen was toward the back, with the bedroom being the first thing she saw. The sheets were a pleasing brown color in a plaid combined with lighter browns and beiges. It was a queen with two dark oak end tables on both sides, each consisting of a table lamp and small cactus. An alarm clock was on the left end table, one of those digital ones from the nineties that never seemed to be laid to rest no matter what year it was.

“The least you could do is upgrade to the early two-thousands. God, it’s twenty-seventeen, get with the ages a little,” she muttered to herself at the sight of the poor kitchen. Hideous green counters were in a U-shape along the walls. White appliances stood out against the burgundy walls.

The bathroom was a different story. She shuddered on smell, and she soon found the source. A dead rat was lying belly-up in the bathtub that seemed to match the kitchen counters in a lighter color. Flies were crawling around its carcass, with its ass already decomposing. She picked the nasty thing up with her least favorite shirt she had packed, and tossed it and the rat away in the lake a mile away. “Disgusting.”

Her phone chimed in her pocket when she returned. The door behind her shut, and the first thing she did was take her laptop out and set it on the couch. It matched the bed color-wise, and she was pleased to see that it wasn’t that uncomfortable. She grabbed a beer from the gas station across the street and fell back into the sofa.

It was a text from Sam. He had asked if she was doing alright despite her seeing him last night. She chuckled at his worrying and replied that she was doing fine. She set her phone down and leaned forward to gather her things from the coffee table. Her laptop was by far the only thing on there, save for the motel’s tiny notebook it had in the dresser drawer and a beer bottle.

After stealing a swig from her beer, she lifted her bare feet onto the table. The glass was cool against her heels to her pleasure.

“Alrighty, Sam. Let’s see where you and your idiot brother are,” she muttered, opening the computer’s code system. The black screen stared back at her and awaited her commands. She cocked her head to the side a bit and began typing, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

She managed to find the last ping on Sam’s phone. It was in North Cove, which was an hour away (when she flies, of course) from her room in Spokane. A twenty-minute flight and a few muttered Latin words later and an angel was screaming its head off in a ring of holy fire.

The heat made her start shedding layers again. She tossed her thin flannel to the side, leaving her in jeans, boots and a crop top. She pulled her hair into a ponytail to relieve the angel, who she soon discovered was named Usiel, of its pain.

Heavy breathing left the vessel’s lips. It was a Caucasian male, one that wasn’t that bad looking, if she were judging by looks. He had to be in his mid-forties with graying brown hair and hazel eyes. A thin beard outlined his jaw and mouth, with flecks of gray glowing against the flames. Those eyes were cast downward, fear radiated from the body.

“Where’s Jack?” she asked again, this time her voice was tense with impatience. She’s been at this for close to two hours and the disgusting little maggot hadn’t spilled its guts. She picked up the drooping head by the hair and lifted it up so it could look at her. “WHERE IS HE?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know, I swear,” Usiel screamed back, its chest heaving up and down. Blood dripped from the hole in its forehead, where she could see the brain if she really focused. She was shocked nothing important had come to mind (pun intended, of course) during the torture, but it didn’t seem to be well-informed on the whole angels-having-Jack.

She arched an eyebrow and dropped the angel’s head with an annoyed eyeroll. She muttered an Enochian word to the fire, and it separated to allow her to pass. Glowing sigils inside the ring kept the flames from weakening its powers on the angel at hand.

She tossed Usiel’s own angel blade on the chair she had set up. On it was a toolbox of enchanted weapons that were keen on hurting angels: a cleaver that burns the vessel, hex bags filled with ingredients that can do a myriad on vessels, and the most powerful thing in it was a syringe.

Her days of being tortured when she was young came rushing back to her when she picked it up. “If you don’t know, then . . . guess you’re gonna have to find out if you wanna keep all your grace.”

Usiel’s eyes widened. His vessel was, thankfully, chained to a wooden chair encased in the ring of holy fire. It began struggling harder than it did before, and she was eager to take it to a higher level. She made her way back into the ring, the fire, again, allowing her to pass through with ease. Her hand lifted the needle and positioned it right above the vessel’s heart.

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sure? Because the fear in your eyes is telling me I’m not the only thing you’re scared of.” Maddie let a smile crawl its way to her mouth. “Is it of the Devil’s kid? Probably not since your whole mission is about the damn kid. Or is your superiors? The ones that shaped you into the coward that you’re displaying for me. Are they supposed to be your alibi to your commander or are they the ones who’re gonna tear you a new one when you show up empty-handed?”

She cackled when Usiel screamed in frustration. She sighed with delight and looked back down at it with a grin. She repositioned the syringe in her hand so she gripped it in a fist and stabbed the vessel in the throat, instead. Another scream filled the shed she found, this time with agony. She began pulling on the plunger. Beautiful grace began filling the tube slowly.

After another minute or two of extracting did the angel start spewing answers. She lifted her head curiously in a mocking manner when it mentioned North Cove. She huffed softly and dropped to a squat so she was level with the angel.

“Are you saying that you lied to me?” she whispered with slight anger in her voice.

Actual tears slipped from the angel’s eyes. She didn’t feel sorry for it in the slightest. Lying to someone was rude but to a Rayner? Death was the immediate consequence.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to . . .” Its voice trailed off when it looked up at her with fear and sadness in its eyes. She actually chuckled at its attempts at redeeming itself.

She left the syringe in the angel’s neck. She back up toward the edge of the ring, with the fire remaining closed. Until she muttered the word, it would remain closed. She felt flames begging to lick her calves, but she made sure she stayed away from them. Maddie shook her head and stormed toward the angel.

“I was thinking about killing you, but I’m guessing your superiors got my lovely message a few days ago. So, might as well have some fun,” she grabbed the syringe and pulled hard on the plunger, which filled the tube up with grace in seconds. Screams bounced off the walls.

Maddie ended the night by taking the hex bags and gathering them in her hands. She examined each one, taking note of their ingredients and deciphering their effects. One of them, she was sure, would burn the vessel to a crippling extent. When she placed a hex in Usiel’s lap, she was pleased with the outcome: hissing filled the room, along with the smell of burning flesh and bones; burn marks appeared on the vessel’s skin.

Usiel died twenty minutes later.

As she extinguished the holy fire, tossed the chair aside, and unchained the motionless vessel, her thoughts turned to Heaven. Surely they knew of her actions. She was ninety-nine percent sure that they got her message from Tabbris’ mutilated corpse. If they did, then she should see a decrease in angels hunting her down.

But would that still make them go after Jack? Or Sam? Her mind sent dangerous thoughts to her. Her heart shook when she thought about it. Heaven wouldn’t hesitate to use Sam against her, he was human. They could do whatever they wanted to him to make sure she was powerless and weak. Dean would be beyond pissed, and if he found out Heaven’s motive as to why they have Sam, he would surely kill her.

“Shut up, Maddie. Nobody wants to know about that,” she muttered. She hurled the body over her shoulder and settled it on the pile of lumber in the far corner. She looked at the corpse with a slight head tilt. Burn marks covered most of the arms and neck, with more faded burns on the face and legs. “Shame you didn’t live longer.”

Walking to the chair with her equipment, she closed the toolbox and shoved it in a spare duffle bag she bought at a Cabela's downtown. She took out a rusted gasoline container and took the cap off, aiming the nozzle at the lumber pile and squirting gasoline on it.

After ten minutes of gathering her things and making her way out of the shed, she was enveloped in a blanket of cold. Her breath clouded in front of her as she lit up the box of matches in her hand, and stared at it for a moment. She thought about extinguishing it and letting Heaven find Usiel’s body. Surely they were already wary of her message, but what could hurt with another one?

She decided to toss the lit matches in the shed. In seconds the thing burst into flames, with the chipping and creaking wood giving in to the heat and collapsing. The second it made impact an explosion of embers and sparks filled the air, their tiny paths of orange and yellow crawling their way to the cloudless sky.

Her hands reached out and warmed themselves. Despite wearing her flannel again, she was still growing cold as the flames licked the horizon. Her wings slipped from her back and surrounded her body to keep warm. She glanced at her phone and saw a notification that she had set up to tell her when Sam’s phone was being used. She smirked at her accomplishment and tucked the device back into her pocket, turning on her heel and leaping into the air.

The second she got to North Cove, the town was so tiny that she immediately felt angels near the north side. Her back tightened so much her wings locked in their positions in the air. She felt gravity being a little shit and taking her down to the ground like an anvil in cartoons. She angled herself so she would land on her feet, but she managed to land by rolling on the ground.

Gravel crunched beneath her boots. The police station was made of mostly brick, with a glass entrance and small vegetation making the building look homier. She saw the Impala sitting in the gleaming sun, its paint left untouched after decades of use.

A scream came from the back.

Her bracelet slithered down her hand and transformed into a sword. The sunlight hit it just right as she squatted a fraction of an inch. She trekked toward the back of the station, shade relieving her exposed skin of the blistering heat despite the winter months. A soft breeze brushed past her, sending her loose hair over her shoulders.

Her back was tenser than it already was, which sent shocks of pain to shoot up and down her spine. She fought through it as she decided to go the stealthy route.

She gripped the sword in one hand while the other dropped her duffle. She was thankful she had found weapons of her family’s a while back, for the things inside were truly a dream to have when one was outnumbered. She sunk lower to the ground and dipped her hand into the bag, taking out two grenade-like canisters filled with holy oil and gripping them tightly in her hand.

She brought the grenade to her lips and pulled the pin with her teeth. She watched the silver time bomb start to glow, and after five seconds she tossed it into the cluster of angels. Soft ticking was all that was heard until the grenade exploded. A giant cloud of white light filled the small patch of land, sending the angels screaming as their vessels were scorched to piles of ash. She leaned her head out to make sure every angel was dead.

And then there was one. It was a female vessel with auburn hair. She trekked toward the angel on quiet feet, her hand lifting the sword to stab the angel and—

The angel spun on its heel and slammed its fist into her cheek. Her head whipped to the side sharply, and her mouth was left agape. She scoffed and felt the immediate copper taste of blood in her mouth. She stood there for a second, a devious smile widening her lips when she looked back at the angel.

The foul creature’s eyes widened a fraction. “Rayner.”

Maddie lifted her eyebrows slightly while keeping the grin. “You’re gonna wish you never did that,” she said. She hurled her body into the angel’s vessel, which slammed against the brick wall. She grabbed the throat and squeezed before feeling the presence of another angel behind her. Glancing behind her, she waited until the other angel went to stab her before unfurling her wings and taking a quick leap upward.

The angel stabbed its sister in the heart. Grace exploded from the vessel’s mouth and nose, sending volleys of white light to shine on every surface nearby. In the midst of the other angel’s horror, a strained grunt left it as Maddie’s sword was plunged into its chest. It died, too, and collapsed next to its sister, wings brazed into the ground and sides of the police station.

Sam’s voice was soft as he called, “Dean? Dean!”

Her head snapped up. Two angels appeared ahead of her and didn’t seem to see her by how they strode inside without a cautious glance. The angels, one with short gelled blonde hair and the other seeming to be of Mexican descent as vessels, seized and yanked the emergency exit door using its powers. She was almost hit by the damn thing, but she managed to dodge it.

Ringing filled her ears. She cocked her head in frustration when all she heard were angels spewing words at each other, but a few were enough to peak her interest: “He’s here. We have the boy.”

She could hear punches being thrown. She stalked inside and tossed the second grenade outside after twisting one half so it would activate upon the command of an Enochian word. The blonde angel was struggling to pick up a boy that seemed to be in serious pain, and judging from his facial expression, she could tell it was angel radio.

A grunt left the other end of the jail cell. Her head flicked to the other angel landing punches and kicks to Sam, who struggled to gain the upper hand. Instead of going after the angel handling Jack (or so she assumed it was him), she stormed into the cell and stabbed it in the back. It wasn’t a vital part of the vessel, but at least it took its mind off Sam.

Her teeth clenched when she lifted the sword overhead, which sent the angel to rise with it and let the vessel to fall from it when she twisted it back down behind her. She yanked the staff out and slammed her boot on its head to make sure it stayed down.

Sam sat up after wiping his mouth of a thin line of blood that had begun to drip from his mouth. He leaned against the wall and looked up at her, chest rising and falling heavily. “Maddie?”

She grabbed his forearm and lifted him to his feet. “Thank me later,” she muttered and instructed to make that blood something useful while she stalked to the blonde-haired angel. She reached out and grabbed its shoulder, wrenching it from Jack’s side, and landed a punch on its cheek.

Maddie clenched her fists in the angel’s outfit, bringing its face close to hers. She slammed her head into the vessel’s and snarled, “Mess with him, you’re gonna wish Heaven spared you the mission.”

“H-hey!” She turned her head and saw Sam slap his palm over a banishing symbol. Both angels screamed and disappeared in a flash of bright light, which even Maddie had to shield her eyes from. Jack collapsed from one of the angel’s grasps with a thud. She glanced down at him and spared him. Just a kid trying to survive in a world that hates him.

Another door opened, revealing a third angel. She lifted her head and stared at the vessel, but she wasn’t fooled for a second. She stepped out of the jail cell, with Sam following, and positioned herself in front of him. Her wings were shaken out with a roll of her shoulders, and the two appendages rose and hid Sam almost completely, save for the very top of his head and his long legs.

Miriam lifted her head in authority despite the fear that shone in her eyes. “Madalyn. Glad to see you’re still in one piece,” she taunted with sarcasm.

“Glad to see Atheed’s bitch is still Upstairs. What happened this time, huh? Sleep with one of your superiors like a good little slut? I’m not surprised. Atheed would be very disappointed in you, Miriam.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do. Leave these boys alone, and maybe I won’t kill you. But if you decide to be a little bitch about it, then Heaven is gonna look like a daycare center when I’m done with you.”

The angel chuckled. “Oh, Maddie. Heaven is a daycare center. Crying babies about their father leaving the building? Always complaining and blabbing on and on and on! But at least Heaven’s gonna be much better with him in it.” Miriam turned her head to Jack, who stood a hair’s breadth away from her.

Sam gripped an angel blade in his hand. “Don’t,” he warned. Maddie’s sword shortened in her hand to be the length of a dagger. She saw Miriam’s head turn to see it, and looked up at her. She arched an eyebrow with a smirk.

The angel sneered at Sam. “Or what, other one?” It seemed to be proud of its taunt, and Dean’s response made it glance behind its shoulder. Sam warned it again to stay away from Jack, and this time it offered him its blade. “You’re right. But if you can’t have him,” she continued, turning the blade and swinging it into Jack’s chest. “No one can.”

The second the blade stuck in Jack’s chest was the same second both Sam and Maddie made a move on Miriam. Maddie shoved the Hunter back and grabbed the angel by its shirt and lifted it off its feet, slamming its back against the wall furthest from the boys and planting her blade to its throat.

She glared at the Hunters. She felt a spike of pain in her back when voices came from outside, but she ignored it when she stared into Miriam’s eyes. She put pressure on the blade and smiled when drops of blood began dripping onto the vessel’s chest. Maddie watched eyes grow wide when she dragged the blade across the skin in a swift motion, digging the blade in as deep as she did.

Beautiful, pure grace drifted out of the separated skin. It looked for another vessel. It was kind of funny to her when the vessels for both Michael and Lucifer were standing in the same room together with free-falling grace trying to find a host.

She watched the grace slowly float toward her. She opened her mouth willingly and felt the pure energy course down her throat. She closed her eyes when she felt her body being cleansed, the grace shining on her skin in her veins. She heard ringing in her ears, but no pain followed. She lifted her head up and opened her eyes.

In a swift motion, she turned to face the Winchesters. Her eyes must’ve glowed blue, for the horrified look on Sam’s face made her toss a mocking laugh.

“You should take your pretty little ass out of here if you know what’s good for you; more of these maggots will be coming.” She glared at Miriam’s vessel slumped on its side at her feet. Sam, staring at her, grabbed Jack’s arm and dragged him from the cell and toward the door. He stopped and turned, his eyes roaming her figure.

She was on him in a second. Her hands snatched him by his orange jacket and slammed his back against the wall that supported the prison bars. Her mouth was set in a silent snarl. She lifted herself on her toes, bringing her face close to his. “Am I speaking Greek? GO!”

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