[is walking with his hands deep in his pockets. He looks up suddenly, spotting a brown-haired woman standing on the cliff by the river, wearing an outfit that is painfully familiar, even though he hasn't seen her for probably a year & a half... not alive, at least]
...Madison?
[blinks in surprise, walking closer, ignoring the crippled landscape
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SAM.
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... Dean?
[turns his head, the tears obvious on his cheeks]
Madison's here, Dean...
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No, she's not. You've gotta believe me. She isn't real, and you're about two seconds away from falling to your death.
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[turns back, still convinced that Madison's real, biting at his lip. He takes a step closer to the image, the ground visibly starting to crumble under his feet]
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Dean..?
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Fuck. What... what the hell was I doing?
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Let's just get you away from here.
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Yeah, sure. Let's do that.
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It was a ghost.
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It was Madison, Dean. She.. she kept looking at me like I did it on purpose. Like I wanted to kill her.
[swallows a sob, fresh tears springing to his eyes as he did his best to blink them away]
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