Dean stared at her over the rim of his beer bottle, eyes conveying little to no emotion at all as he scoffed. “You got any ideas, sweetheart? Because by all means I’m all ears.”
"Well… No, but we can’t just sit back and let the world go to hell. There has to be something.” She opened up her laptop in vain, knowing that it was unlikely that she would find anything useful. “It’s not just some random vampire killing off a few people; it’s huge!”
Dean kicked back in the old wooden chair and placed his feet up on the table, beer in hand as he sighed. “Guess there ain’t nothing to do now but sit back and watch it all go to shit.”
Madeline folded her arms, watching a Winchester giving up before her eyes. “So that’s it? We just sit back and let all of this happen?” She wasn’t sure what they could do either, but it didn’t feel right even thinking about just throwing in the towel.
"No, no way."
"I’m not in the mood for Christmas, okay."
"Come on, Christmas is like the only normal thing I have.”
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Sleipnir shrugged. “It’s hard to kill me. I’ve been off the sugar for…sixty years? Yeah, sixty years more or less. A trickster needs sugar to work their magic.” He smacked his lips. “Other than my decreased power…not that much difference.”
Sleipnir smiled. “Yeah…well, going from a well feared trickster to a low, well hated hunter…it’s one hell of a way to create those rough edges.”
She nodded, surprised at the length of time. “And you don’t take the sugar because you don’t want to be like you were anymore, or so you can go undetected and take down others?”
Madeline lifted her lips up into a half smile. “Hey, we’re all a little rough around the edges, and it seems like you have more of a reason to be than all of the grumpy old men that I know.”
Cara slowly nodded, “Yeah… yeah it was.” She watched as Madeline grinned, getting excited about the prospect of going shopping. Cara couldn’t help but get a little caught up in her enthusiasm, laughing softly as she said, “You do realize I’m probably the most boring person ever to shop for, right?”
Madeline frowned a bit when she used the past tense. “Oh geez, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” She shook her head, “No, boys are boring to shop for. Well, more annoying to shop for. It always took me hours to find anything to get Rufus.” She smiled softly at the memories of her trudging around the mall for hours. “Girls are fun. ‘Sides Christmas shopping is about the only normal thing I do.”
Don’t tell her. Don’t tell her. Don’t tell her. He stayed silent, watching her in shock.
Madeline raised a brow, “You okay there, Steve?”
"I…" He paused. "I wouldn’t exactly say bloodthirsty…"
"You don’t think?" She asked, "They’re taking us, humans, as vessels and killing each other, for what? To gain control of heaven? Where the hell does God fit into this whole equation?”
As she commented on the fact he was a Winchester, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly. Sure, he and his brother, his whole family in fact, had been through a hell of a lot, but that didn’t make him any more skilled than another hunter. No, that was just due to years of involvement in the hunting business — he’d been shooting since he was six, after all. “You’d be surprised, Madeline.” He stated simply, subtly referring to the reckless attitude he often upheld when working.
It was more often than not this same recklessness that had almost cost him his life so many times, with so many close calls, he’d eventually lost count. And he never learned, always having been the shoot-first-ask-questions-later kind of guy, it was in his nature. “Point is, I think we’re overrated. We make just as many mistakes as the average hunter — if not more.” He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders; whilst he could easily be arrogant and cocky, he was usually modest about his bloodline, never really having seen the big deal about it all.
Relaxing once again as she eventually agreed with the fact she’d have found it just as amusing, he nodded satisfactorily. Once the slight tinge of red sprinkled across her cheeks, he smirked, never tiring of his ability to get girls blushing. “Yeah, don’t make me regret being convinced.” He forewarned, his expression stern, but in jest as he shut his trunk. They had what they needed. “How long we got?”
She shrugged lightly, “You look pretty sharp to me.” She was relatively new to the game, at least compared to everyone else that she met. Though, that was most likely due to the fact that most hunters were older men like Rufus and Bobby Singer. The world kept throwing curveballs at the hunters of the current time, and the more experienced seemed to be a lot more likely to survive them. It was one of the reasons that she always felt like she had to prove herself around other hunters.
"You’ve at least had double the experience I have, though." She paused, before adding softly, "Must have been rough, growing up like that." It was hard enough for her, traveling place to place, hustling money for motel rooms, and never getting a thank you. However, there were hunters like the Winchesters and even a few others that she’d heard about in the rare times she was around other hunters that had been raised into the life. Sometimes, she wondered what it would have been like if she were raised like that herself, but it didn’t take too much thinking to know it probably wasn’t worth losing the way her life was up until she was sixteen.
Madeline shook her head, “I won’t, believe me.” She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she let anything happen to anyone she was working with, regardless of how well she knew them. “Not all that long, maybe 45 minutes until they strike.” She let her arm fall back to her side, seeing another group of truckers leave. “Think one of them works in the place?” She asked.