Maddison Winchester: Journal 1 {Supernatural}

15 The Benders: Part 2

The next morning, I woke up, and Dean was already ready to go. So, I quickly got up and dressed so we could head out to find Sam.

"Hey, um. Sorry about last night," I said quietly after we got in the Impala.

Dean looked over. "Why?"

"I don't know." I frowned and shrugged my shoulders, feeling awkward.

"You were upset. I'm the big bro. That's what I'm here for." Dean smiled at me.

"We aren't supposed to get emotional like that," I said.

"What are you talking about... 'aren't supposed to'?" Dean asked with a confused expression.

"You and Dad always say..." I said and then tried to make my voice deeper as I impersonated them. "'No chick-flick moments' or 'no tears, stay strong.'"

Dean looked over at me but didn't say anything before looking back to the road. "It's okay to feel upset from time to time. Dad just says that 'cause he wants us to keep our emotions in check, so we stay focused and stay safe."

Before I could respond, we pulled up in front of a building with a Sheriff's Department sign in front of it.

"All right, I'm gonna be right back, stay here and keep the doors closed and locked. Don't unlock them for anyone," Dean instructed.

"I know the rules," I answered.

"I know you do, but you and I both know, sometimes you don't follow them. And this time, it's really important you do 'cause we have no idea what's going on right now, and I don't want you missing when I come back." Dean raised his eyebrows. "So, promise."

I nodded. "I promise."

Dean got out of the car and walked into the building. He was in there for about ten minutes before he returned.

He opened his door and peered in. "Okay, we are going to press our luck here, but I want you to stay with me this time. So, come on."

I got out and followed Dean to a bench out in front of the building. "What are we doing?"

He sat down and patted a spot next to him on the bench, and I sat down. "One of the officers in there, Kathleen, was willing to help find Sam. She thinks my name is Greg Washington and that I'm an officer looking for my cousin. She doesn't know about you yet, but I'm going to try and convince her to let you stay with us. I don't want to leave you alone at the motel."

"Really?" I asked with a big smile on my face.

"Oh, no, no, no. This isn't me letting you help. This is me protecting you. So, don't get too excited," Dean said.

A brunette woman in uniform walked out of the building holding papers. "Greg."

Dean stood up as she walked over.

"I think we've got something." She handed him the papers. "These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousin, Sam, disappeared."

Dean looked through the pictures and shook his head. "This really isn't what I'm looking for."

Kathleen watched as Dean flipped through them. "Just wait, wait... next one." He flipped the page, and she pointed to the following image. "This one was taken right after Sam left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."

Dean flipped another page. "Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen."

Kathleen nodded. "So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved."