Episode: Season 1 Episode 16

Part: 2

Key:

(M/n) = Male Name

(D/n) = Demon Name

WARNING: Death, swearing, boy x boy, some triggering stuff. This is Supernatural, everything happens in this show/fandom.

Enjoy~!

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"You two know each other?" Sam asked.

"Unfortunately."

"Anyway, Sam, what are you doing here?" Meg asked.

"We're just in town, visiting friends." Meg looked around.

"Where are they?"

"Well, they're not here right now, but what about you? I thought you were going to California."

"Oh, i did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, Something Micheal Murray at a bar."

"Who?" Sam asked, puzzled.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Dean walked up and cleared his throat, but he was ignored.

"You're from Chicago?"

"No, Massachusetts, Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?"

"Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." (M/n) just rolled his eyes. He knew she was up to something bad. Plus if she was here, this meant his location would be revialed. He'll be caught and god knows what will happen after that!

"Oh, uh, sorry, Meg. This is, uh- This is my brother, Dean." Meg looked surprised.

"This is Dean?"

"Yeah."

"So, you've heard of me?" Dean said.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard o you. Nice, the way you treat your brother like luggage." He looked confused.

"Sorry?"

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop draggin him over God's green earth."

"Meg, it's all right." The four of them look around quietly, well, (M/n)'s eyes were on Meg the entire time. Dean whistled.

"Okay, awkward. I'm gonna get a drink now. (M/n), come with me." (M/n) nodded before Dean grabbed his arm ar drug him off.

"Nice seeing you again....(M/n)."

~Across the bar~

(M/n) was downing drinks.

"Easy there tiger, you might drown....Plus i thought demons couldn't drink or eat."

"We can, we just dont need it like you humans do."

"Huh, intersting...How does she know you? That Meg girl."

"I've seen her around....It's a long, long story." Dean nodded. "Your gonna tell me later." ((Reader-chan is a sneaky little bastard *winks* building things up for later parts))

~A timeskip~

The three were walking out to the car.

"How your not shit faced right now, (M/n), I'll never know." Dean said.

"Not the first time I've drank."

"So, Sam. What was she saying? I treat you like luggage? Were bitchin about me to some chick?"

"Look, I'm sorry Dean. It was when we had that huge fight, when i was at the bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen-"

"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am i keeping you against your will?"

"No, of course not. Now, would you listen?"

"What?" Dean snapped.

"I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean."

"Finally, someone else that feels the same." The demon commented.

"Why do you say that?" The older winsnchester asked.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where the waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think thats a little weird?"

"I dont know, random coincidence. It happens."

"Dean, it happens to other people, but not you two." They boy said.

"What he said. Look, I could be wring, I'm just sayin; that there's something about this girl that i cant quite put my finger on." Dean smirked.

"Well, I bet you'd like to, I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her."

"Sam could do better then her." (M/n) commented.

"Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much wiht your upstairs brian, huh?"

"Do me a favor. Check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts, and see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor."

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna watch Meg."

Dean laighed. "Yeah, you are."

"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry."

"All right, you little pervert."

"Dude."

"I'm goin', I'm goin'." Dean walked away, (M/n) just walked with him.

In a motel room, Dean was on a computer, researching Meg and the symbol. (M/n) was across him, looking through their fathers journal, bored out of his mind.

"Wanna call Sammy for me?" Dean asked, with a little smile.

"Hell yeah!" The boy happily took Dean's phone and called the other Winchester.

"Hey." Sam answered.

"You're lurkin' outside that girl's apartment, arent you?"

"(M/n)....why do you keep taking Dean's phone and calling me?"

"Hey, he let me this time. Dean found her. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. He even pulled up her high school photo."

"What about the symbol? Any luck?"

"Yeah, a little luck. I found it in a book, because I'm great like that."

Sam chuckled a bit.

"It turns out to be Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. No one in Hell uses this stuff anymore. That's why I'm never heard of it before. It's a sigil for a Daeva."

"Whats a Daeva?" Sam asked.

"It translates to "demon of darkness." Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes. Kind of like a demonic pit bull."

"Huh."

"There's a thing with this, Daevas are summoned, conjured."

"So someone's controlling it?"

"Yeah, its pretty risky business too. They tend to bite the hand that feeds them....arms....and torsos." The demon rambled on.

"Do you know what they looks like?" The younger asked.

"No. nobody's seem them for a couple of millennis. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why dont you go give Meg a private strip-o-gram?"

"Bite me."

"No, bite her. Dont leave bite marks, though-Sam? Are you-? He hung up the phone on me. Meenie." He closed the phone.

"Well...I'm going for a walk. Dont wait up." (M/n) got up, grabbed his coat, and walked out.

~With Sam~

Sam entered a warehouse that Meg entered. He walks up the flight of stairs. Once he reached the door at the top, he attempts to open, but it was locked. He looks around and sees a broken evlevator gate. He enters the gate and climbs up the side of the elevator. Once he reached the top, he was able to peer throuh the gate into a dimly lit room. Sam saw Meg enter and walk over to a black alter in the middle of the room. She ppicked up a silver bowl filled with blood. She swirls her finger around in the liquid and speaks an incantation in an anicent language. She then started to speak.

"I don't think you should come....Because the brothers, they're in town, I didn't know that-.....yes, sir......Yes, I'll be here, Waiting for you.....But you should also know. (D/n) is with them." She smirked a bit. "You know, (D/n), you were never good at hiding."

Soon, Sam saw (M/n) walk out from a corner of the room.

"What are you doing here?" (M/n) asked Meg.

"What do you think I'm doing here? I'm just wondering, did you honestly think staying with the Winchesters was going to keep you hidden forever?" Meg set down the bowl and walked over to the male.

"They're basically a beacon. And you stick out like a sore thumb. Now everyone will know where you are, and you'll pay for the damage you've done, (M/n)." She spit his human name out with disgust. "Plus, those two will find out the truth about you, then you'll never be safe again." She walked past him and out of the room.

(M/n) stood there, looking at the alter, then he started to laugh. It was a laugh that sent a chill down Sam's spine.

"If its a game you wanna play...then we'll play. Meg." His eyes turned black before he disappeared.

"What the hell?"