Post by Sam Winchester on Jan 24, 2015 15:03:48 GMT -5
Sam pounced on his phone. "Hello?" Madison's terrified, cracked voice filled his ears. "Sam?" His face crumpling in relief, Sam tried to focus on the conversation at hand, rather than the one he'd just been having with Dean. "Madison! Where are you?" "I don't...I don't know where I am..." She was clearly crying. Sam felt his heart ache and his knees go slightly rubbery, but he kept his voice level. "Well do you see any street signs?" There was a pause, filled only with Madison's sniffles, and then, her teary voice came back on the line. "Yeah. Middle Point." Sam nodded firmly. "Hang on Maddie, just stay where you are. We're coming to get you."
~~~
Half an hour later, the three of them were seated in a small circle in Madison's living room once more. Dean's gun lay openly on the table in the middle. "I don’t remember anything" Madison admitted in a shaky voice, eyes on the gun. "I probably killed someone last night." She lifted her eyes. "Didn’t I?" Sam was having trouble finding words. Dean rescued him. "There's no way to know for sure yet." Madison wrung out her hands anxiously. "Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Sam jumped at the chance to answer this one first. "We’ll find something. I mean, there’s gotta be some answer, somewhere." "That's not entirely true" Dean countered sympathetically. "Madison, you deserve to know." Sam looked away, his throat tightening as Dean delivered the truth. "We've scoured every source. There's just no cure." Madison placed a hand on Sam's arm, causing his attention to drift back to her as she asked, "Is...is he right?" Sam couldn't bring himself to answer that honestly so he stood and walked a few paces away, which was probably a good enough answer in its own right. Dean took over the conversation again. "Well, we could lock you up at night, but … if you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." He paused apologetically. "I’m sorry. I really am." You could not doubt his sincerity on that. He clearly felt horrible.
"Well I guess that's all there is to it then" Madison announced in a brave, forced calm tone. Sam whirled back around to face her, startled and panicked. "Stop it. Don't talk like that." "Sam, I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you." Madison picked up Dean's abandoned gun and crossed to stand a few feet from Sam, who was starting to hyperventilate. He was finally starting to realize a smidgen of how Dean must feel every time he started in on the whole 'I might be evil; please kill me' speech. "Put that down" he ordered, his voice shaking. Madison held out the gun pleadingly. "I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me." "Madison, no." "Sam...I'm a monster." A few tears were starting to leak from her eyes and chase each other down her cheeks. The word 'monster' triggered something in Sam, but now was not the time to dwell on that. Instead, he shook his head even more forcefully. "You don’t have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I’m gonna save you" he promised with as much optimism as he could manage, tears falling from his own eyes by this point as well. Madison's tears fell faster. "You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you." She offered him the gun again. Sam bit his lip, his heart doubling in weight underneath all the pain and grief. "I can't."
Madison took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, before standing on her tiptoes to deliver a quick kiss on Sam's cheek. As she pulled back, she gave a watery smile. "I don’t wanna die. I don’t. But I can’t live like this now that I know. You say you want to save me. Well, this is the way you can do it. Please. I’m asking you to save me." The gun lay in her open palm. It was inches from Sam's fingers. All he had to do was reach out and accept it.
But he couldn't.
~~~
Half an hour later, the three of them were seated in a small circle in Madison's living room once more. Dean's gun lay openly on the table in the middle. "I don’t remember anything" Madison admitted in a shaky voice, eyes on the gun. "I probably killed someone last night." She lifted her eyes. "Didn’t I?" Sam was having trouble finding words. Dean rescued him. "There's no way to know for sure yet." Madison wrung out her hands anxiously. "Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Sam jumped at the chance to answer this one first. "We’ll find something. I mean, there’s gotta be some answer, somewhere." "That's not entirely true" Dean countered sympathetically. "Madison, you deserve to know." Sam looked away, his throat tightening as Dean delivered the truth. "We've scoured every source. There's just no cure." Madison placed a hand on Sam's arm, causing his attention to drift back to her as she asked, "Is...is he right?" Sam couldn't bring himself to answer that honestly so he stood and walked a few paces away, which was probably a good enough answer in its own right. Dean took over the conversation again. "Well, we could lock you up at night, but … if you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." He paused apologetically. "I’m sorry. I really am." You could not doubt his sincerity on that. He clearly felt horrible.
"Well I guess that's all there is to it then" Madison announced in a brave, forced calm tone. Sam whirled back around to face her, startled and panicked. "Stop it. Don't talk like that." "Sam, I don’t wanna hurt anyone else. I don’t wanna hurt you." Madison picked up Dean's abandoned gun and crossed to stand a few feet from Sam, who was starting to hyperventilate. He was finally starting to realize a smidgen of how Dean must feel every time he started in on the whole 'I might be evil; please kill me' speech. "Put that down" he ordered, his voice shaking. Madison held out the gun pleadingly. "I can’t do it myself. I need you to help me." "Madison, no." "Sam...I'm a monster." A few tears were starting to leak from her eyes and chase each other down her cheeks. The word 'monster' triggered something in Sam, but now was not the time to dwell on that. Instead, he shook his head even more forcefully. "You don’t have to be. We could find a way, all right? I can. I’m gonna save you" he promised with as much optimism as he could manage, tears falling from his own eyes by this point as well. Madison's tears fell faster. "You tried. I know you tried. But this is all there is left. Help me, Sam. I want you to do it. I want it to be you." She offered him the gun again. Sam bit his lip, his heart doubling in weight underneath all the pain and grief. "I can't."
Madison took a deep, albeit shaky, breath, before standing on her tiptoes to deliver a quick kiss on Sam's cheek. As she pulled back, she gave a watery smile. "I don’t wanna die. I don’t. But I can’t live like this now that I know. You say you want to save me. Well, this is the way you can do it. Please. I’m asking you to save me." The gun lay in her open palm. It was inches from Sam's fingers. All he had to do was reach out and accept it.
But he couldn't.
