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Apr 01, 2009 16:18

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 ( Read more... )

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lost_myshoe April 1 2009, 21:01:42 UTC
Sitting down on the edge of one of the beds, Sam clasped his hands between his knees and silently watched Madison, not knowing where on earth to start. How did you begin to talk to the woman you had killed, for her own sake?

"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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oncehunted April 1 2009, 21:07:52 UTC
Madison sat at the end of the other bed, sitting a bit stiffly, though all she really wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep for a while. Maybe shower first, find some clothes that fit her properly - the clothes and shoes she'd ended up "borrowing" were a bit loose on her.

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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lost_myshoe April 1 2009, 21:20:55 UTC
"What do you remember?"

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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oncehunted April 1 2009, 21:33:55 UTC
She shook her head again. "Just...waking up. And seeing that everything was different than how I remembered. I don't remember anything about..."

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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