Episode: Season 1 Episode 22

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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~Lincoln, Nebraska~

John's cell phone is ringing. Meg picks it up.

"You boys really screwed up this time."

~Salvation, Iowa~

Dean looked at Sam, "Where is he?"

"You're never going to see your father and boyfriend again."

Dean hung up the phone. "They've got dad and (M/n)."

"Meg?" Dean nodded. "What'd she say?"

"I just told you Sammy." Dean was getting upset. "Okay. okay." Dean took the Colt and tucked it into the back of his jeans.

"What are you doing Dean?"

"We got to go." The eldest said grabbing his duffel bag,

"Why?"

"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got dad- it's probably coming for us next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come."

"Listen, tough guy, wer're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving....now!"

The Impala is speeding down the road and takes a turn sideways.

"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him."

"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun."

"What about (M/n)?" Sam asked.

Dean stayed silent for a long time. "I hope he's alive. If the demons hate him as much as he says......he might be......." He didn't finish.

Sam nodded. "If its true that they want to trade dad, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might also be...."

"Don't!" Dean yelled.

"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."

"Screw the job, Sam!"

"Dean, I'm just trying to do hat he would want. He would want us to keep going. Do it for (M/n) and dad."

"Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean was getting angry.

"So how do we find him?"

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."

"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going o leave a trail?"

Dean paused. "You're right. We need help."

The Impala drives off through the night, arriving to Bobby Singer's place in the day.

~With (M/n) and John~

(M/n) was laying on the floor, bloody and bruised. The yellow eyed demon was possessing the Winchester's father, he circled the little demon on the floor.

"Oh how you've been a pain in the ass, (D/n)." As the boy tried to get up, he got kicked in the side. He screamed out in pain.

"Your father would be so disappointed in you if he heard what you've been up too. Hanging out with the Winchesters, fucking one of them. Tch tch tch, stupid little boy."

"Don't bring him into this...." (D/n) gasped, trying to regain his poser.

"Plus you've been lying to them. I know you killed all those people in that club, (D/n). Trying to make more work for us. Your a beacon. Hell, I wouldn't have been able to find the Winchesters without your help." The yellow eyed demon picked the boy buy his hair. "What do you think they'll do if it was all your fault their father died?"

The boy just growled before his face got smashed into John's knee, knocking him out.

"Pathetic."

~Bobby's~

Sam was looking around. "Uh, these protective circles. They really work?"

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in- they're trapped. Powerless. Its like a Satanic roach motel." Sam chuckled at that. Dean came over.

"Man knows his stuff."

"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in."

"Oh, yeah? Hows that?"

"Normal year, I hear of, say three demon possessions. Maybe four tops."

"Yeah?"

"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us. A lot more. And having one tag along with you doesn't help your situation." Bobby told the boys.

"Do you know why there's more?"

"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys, your daddy- you are smack in the middle of it."

The dog outside starts barking outside.

"Rumsfeld." He goes over to the window, the dog stops barking with a whine. He looks out the window and sees the chain hanging, broken, and the dog nowhere in sight.

"Something's wrong."

At that moment, Meg kicks the door and saunters in. Dean slips the holy water flask out of his poket.

"No more crap, okay?"

Dean came at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hits him and sends him flying into a stack of books. He got knocked out. Sam stepped in front of Bobby, placing himself between Bobby and Meg.

"I want the Colt, Sam. The real Colt. Right now." Meg said.

San and Bobby are slowly moving across the room and Meg follows them.

"We don't have it on us. We buried it."

"Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Dean stepped behind her. "Actually, we were counting on it."

Meg turned to look at him. Dean stares at her and then looked up at the ceiling. Meg also looks up and sees a large protective symbol etched there.

"Gotcha."

~~~~~~~

Meg is tied to a chair in the middle of the floor. Dean and Sam are watching her.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask."

Bobby came in with a very large canister of salt.

"I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there- they ain't getting in."

Dean nodded and stands up, moving around Bobby and Sam to stand in front of Meg.

"Where's our father, Meg?"

"You didn't ask very nice."

"Where's our father, bitch?"

"Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't." Dean lunged at her, putting his hands on the chair arms.

"YOu think this is a frigging game? Where is he?! What did you do to him!?" Dean yelled.

"He died screaming. I watched your little boy toy kill him."

Dean just looked at her with hate, then hits her across the face.

"That's kind of a turn on-you hitting a girl."

"You're no girl."

Bobby stood up and moved into the next room. "Dean."

Dean followed and Sam moved up to him.

"You okay?"

"She's lying. He's not dead."

"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her."

"Why?"

"Because she really is a girl, that's why."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"

"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Bobby just nodded. Dean looked at Meg, who was staring back at him. "That's actually good news."

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Sam was looking through a book for an exorcism ritual. Sam looks at Dean, who looks back at his brother, and they move over to Meg.

"Are you gonna read me a story?"

"Something like that. Hit it, Sam."

Sam started reading the excorsim.

"An exorcism? Are you serious?"

"Oh we're going for it, baby, head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards."

Sam continued. Meg flinched in pain. Sam looked at Dean. Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam.

"I'm gonna kill you." She looks at Dean. "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body.

"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our dad is." Meg just smiles at him. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan. "He glanced up at Sam.

Meg started shaking as the youngest kept reading. She finally gasps in pain and Sam stops.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when (D/n) slit his throat."

Sam started reading again and Dean leaned down to her.

"(M/n) wouldn't do that, I know he wouldn't. He hasn't hurt an innocent since he's been with us." Meg started laughing.

"He's killed so many in the last few weeks. The kid is more blood thirsty then you think, always wanting to cause some trouble. You don't know his past like we do."

Sam kept reading, Meg showed signs of being in pain again.

"Where is he?"

"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?"

"Where is he?!" Dean yelled.

"Dead!"

"No he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" Dean was getting very upset and angry. Sam was looking at him with concern. "What are you looking at? Keep reading."

"He will be!"

"Wait! What!?"

"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't."

"Sam!"

"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!"

"I don't know."

"And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?

"I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know."

"Finish it."

"What? I told you the truth!"

"I don't care."

"You son of a bitch, you promised."

"I lied. Sam?" Sam doesn't say anything and Dean looks at him. "Sam! Read." Dean walked over to his brother.

"Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." Sam said quietly.

"She doesn't know."

"She lied."

"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her."

Bobby came up to them. "You're gonna kill her."

"What?"

"You said she fell from a building,. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it- that girl is going to die."

"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that."

"She is a human being."

"And we're gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it."

Sam looked at his brother and Bobby, not sure what's the right thing to do. He looks over at Meg.

"Finish it."

Sam took a breath and kept going. Meg threw her head back and screams. The demon leaves through her mouth in a black cloud and spreads out in a protective circle in the ceiling before disappearing. Meg leaned forward and blood starts dripping from her mouth.

The men stand there, looking at her, not really sure its over. Meg slowly lifted her head.

"She's still alive. Call 911. Get some water and blankets." Dean told Bobby, who rushed off. Dean and Sam untie Meg.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Shhh, shh. Just take is easy, alright."

"Come on.. Lets get her down."

They lift her from the chair. There is the sound of bones crunching and Meg screams in pain. They lower her to the floor.

"Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay."

"A year."

"What?"

"It's been a year."

"Shh, just take it easy."

"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did, its a nightmare."

"Was it telling us the truth about our dad?"

"Dean."

"We need to know."

"Yes. But it wants...you to know...that...they want you to come for him."

"Id dad's still alive, none of that matters."

Bobby came in with blankets and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean while he and Sam cover her. Dean hold her head up so she can drink.

"Where is the demon we're looking for?"

"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones."

"Where are they keeping out dad?" Dean asked.

"By the river. Sunrise."

" 'Sunrise'. What does that mean? What does that mean?"

But before she can answer, Meg died.