Time progressed and Madisen never forgot her encounter with the Winchester boys and Castiel. She often found herself looking behind her for any sign of the three coming after her. Call it paranoia or don't, she found it was a safe way to live. Especially if you were in the business she was. Caution and paranoia always seemed to come hand-in-hand with one another. But it always kept her instincts and senses on red alert. Today was, however, one of the uncommon days she thought it possible to relax. Well as much as she could anyway.

Madisen went to lay down on her motel bed when her computer went 'ding!' She groaned and rolled off the bed, stomping towards her computer in frustration. Said computer was set up to alert her of any possible cases. The thing that bothered her was that she had just finished a hunt the night before. Usually she never got a day off and then the one day she was exhausted and seconds from dropping practically dead to the world, wham! Another possible case!

Madisen opened the laptop and glared at the article before her. As far as she could tell, there were missing persons and cattle mutilations. A missing couple and a local girl from where the article came from. Possibly a vampire. She quickly glanced at location and groaned. Colorado? She was in Montana! That was at least a 30 hour drive!

Madisen snapped the laptop shut and stood, stretching herself before dragging her feet to the bed. The only thing on her mind; sleep. And lots of it. She'd check on whatever it was in the morning. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out like a light. For once she didn't dream of being hunted down like the monster she was. But she didn't dream, no. Madisen hadn't dreamt a single dream in years. Not unless you counted the nightmares that plagued her.

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It'd been long ago this night. Years, even. She was 12 years old and on her own. This was only two years before she had joined her pack. Madisen was wandering around the town she'd been staying at. A small place in Idaho. She was living at an orphanage, not that she had anywhere else to go. But the city was so small that there would be only five children tops in the orphanage, including her. Most of the time she spent outdoors and away from all of the other children so as to explore in her other form. Madisen did it quite often and she was never found out. Or, so she thought.

The head mistress, Ms. Wellington, followed her one day, curious as to where Madisen wandered off to during the day hours. As soon as Ms. Wellington saw her the older woman ran off to the police. Babbling on about unholy, shape shifting children and unnatural occurrences. No one could ever prove her right and all thought the woman was crazy. All but John Winchester as fate would have it. Even at 12 years old Madisen knew the dangers of hunters. So she ran. And John Winchester tracked her until he caught up. That was this night.

"P-please don't hurt me," Madisen pleaded.

The man had her cornered in a barn just off the side of a farmers house. The inside of the barn was stocked with hay and hay bales. There was a tractor and saddles and crop equipment. Then there were two horses standing in their stalls, watching what was happening. John was standing above the cowering, young, skinwalker, a gun with silver bullets was aimed at her chest and the man carried a knife strapped to his side.

"Not going to happen, monster," the father Winchester snapped.

"W-who are you?"

"Why does it matter?"

"So I know who killed me," the girl squeaked.

"John Winchester."

Winchester. She knew that name. But from where? Suddenly it hit her and her eyes grew wider with horror. That man was one of the most well known monster hunters. And he was going to kill her. She'd never get out of this one alive. And when John went to pull the trigger, a horse reared back on it's hind legs and neighed loudly, gaining the mans attention. Madisen took the small chance she had, and kicked her legs out at John's as hard as she could. John gasped in pain and dropped his gun, momentarily forgetting about it. Madisen ran for the gun, grabbed it, and booked it towards the door. It was locked. She was stuck in here. John however, recovered quickly, grabbed his knife and ran towards the girl.

"Hey!"

Madisen turned around and raised the gun at John who stopped only feet from her.

"Put that down girl," John growled, hiding his knife behind his back.

"Hell no!"

John raised an eyebrow. Madisen glanced around and spotted an open window in the second floor of the barn. John followed her gaze.

"You won't make it past me."

Without warning Madisen changed her aim from John's heart to his shoulder. She fired at the same time the man lunged at her. His knife cut her from her elbow to her shoulder and Madisen screamed in pain and ran towards the ladder going towards the second floor and it's window. 

John was shot in his shoulder and the man yelled out, his eyes blurring slightly from pain. He went to go at the skinwalker again but found her gone and running up the steps. John looked for his gun and found it discarded on the floor below him. He quickly grabbed it, aimed at Madisen, and fired. 

Madisen however, was already out the window, landing in a hay stack that conveniently was below her window. She landed on it and groaned as some of the ends of the hay stuck into her arm wound. Knowing she still had danger behind her, Madisen got up despite her bodies protest and and towards the edge of the woods that now lay in front of her. More shots rang out into the night and bullets whizzed past her, one of them grazing her ear. She heard John let out a scream of rage but by then she had entered the forest.

Madisen ran and ran and ran until she collapsed sore, exhausted, hungry and dizzy from blood loss. Madisen never knew how she ended up at a pound, in her dog form, with her arm stitched up. She stayed at the place for a while until she was healthy enough to be adopted. Then it was her time to escape and leave the place. And Madisen never knew that the day after she left, a man came in with his two sons, saying that he wanted to adopt a German Shepherd.

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