Maddison Winchester: Journal 6 {Supernatural}

18 My Heart Will Go On: Part 3

Cass put us back in our motel room, and we left to go "tempt Fate."

"Okay, so we're just gonna meet our fate at any time, right?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. Just walk. Act natural."

As we continued down the sidewalk, a random dude ran past us. I could see Dean tense up as the guy ran past. Then, another guy jumped off the stairs next to us and sailed past us on his skateboard.

"Okay." Dean took a deep breath.

"We're fine," I said, still a little nervous.

A bicyclist then passed us, almost clipping Sam. As we walked up the stairs, a man descended with two large barking dogs on leashes that he could barely control. The dogs came up to us and sniffed us happily as we stood there nervously, but they eventually moved on as the man smiled and nodded at us. I finally exhaled, not realizing I was even holding my breath from nerves. We kept walking rigidly, keeping an eye on everything around us.

"Oh. You gotta be kidding me," Dean said in disbelief as we halted in front of a crowd, watching a group of performers juggling swords and hatchets.

"All right, just–" Sam cleared his throat. "Just keep walking."

"Sam, they're juggling knives. And hatchets," Dean said as we approached the performers.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I know." He took a deep breath once the jugglers switched to lit torches. "Can't avoid fate."

We quickly hurried past the jugglers and ended up right in front of a construction worker who was trying to unjam his nail gun and happened to point it directly at Dean as he smacked it around.

"Ah." Dean jumped back, but again, nothing happened.

We took a deep breath and continued walking.

Sam looked around and shook his head. "All right. I don't get it."

"I don't either. Who do you gotta kill to get killed around here?" Dean asked.

I shrugged. "Maybe Cass was wrong."

"Look out!" A man shouted from behind us.

We looked up and saw a giant air conditioner plummeting toward us.

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I woke up with a jolt in the Impala's backseat. I hit Sam and Dean, who were sleeping in the front seat, to wake them up. They both sat up and looked at each other.

"Dude, what time is it? I– I just had the weirdest dream," Sam said.

Dean shook his head. "Twenty bucks says mine was weirder. I am not kidding."

"Hell, no," I said. "Mine was crazy."

We stepped out of the car and realized we were in the middle of Bobby's garage.

Sam shook his head. "No, no, no. I'm not kidding, either. I– I mean, it was... just bizarre."

"Mine had the actual Titanic in it," I said, and they both gave me a strange look. I furrowed my brow. "What?"

Sam furrowed his brow. "D– Did it, uh... not sink, because Balthazar–"

Dean nodded. "Had a hate-on for Billy Zane?"

I nodded, "Uh, yeah...?"

"Why are you guys having my dreams?" Dean asked.

"Wasn't a dream." Cass suddenly appeared in front of us.