It had ended up taking shorter than Madison had thought it would for Sam and Dean to pick her up from her place. Only it wasn't her place anymore. It was strange, seeing it how it looked now - someone else had moved in, someone who, thank God, was not currently at home. While she waited for them, she'd gone through the drawers, picked out a few
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"Madison," he began shakily, before deciding he didn't know what else to say and instead clapping his hands together idly.
"Do you know... how?" He finally managed to get out.
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It helped to focus on the trivial things. It was keeping her from getting hysterical.
She shook her head no in response to Sam's question, finally looking up at him. "No. No idea."
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The question was out of his mouth before he had a chance to censor himself. This scenario was far too common, for him and his brother... meet a person with a supernatural problem, ask the details, fix it and move on. But this wasn't an unknown with a rattling closet... this was Madison. Madison was... different? Special? He didn't even know the word.
"I'm sorry. You probably don't wanna talk about it, right?"
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Well, he already knew what she'd be referring to.
"It's not that I don't," though she didn't, "but I don't...I'm not sure what I can remember that's useful. What...what could be going on here?"
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