What if Meg possessed Dean instead?

"Sam, I'm going to grab some burgers for us while you do your geeky research thing," Dean said and grabbed his keys.

Sam rolled his eyes. It was his turn to find their next gig, but he wasn't much into it. Ever since that "angel" had turned out not to be real, he was just sick of hunting. There didn't seem like there was anything to believe in anymore. With a sigh, he booted up his laptop and started searching news items for something weird.

As Dean was getting into his car, he smelled something strange. Sulphur, he realized with a start. Before he could do anything about, he felt himself assailed by black smoke and knew he was about to be possessed. "Hi, Dean," he heard from inside his head. He saw and felt himself starting his car but had no control over his actions. That meant a demon was driving his baby.

"Get out of me!" he screamed inside his head.

"Sorry, Deano, not the plan."

"What do you want?"

"Revenge, Dean. You sent me back to Hell."

"Meg?"

"That's right. You haven't been obeying your father and I'm going to help you remedy that."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just a minute. I have to order the burgers." Meg pulled up to the drive-thru speaker and placed the order Dean had been planning on placing. Then pulled up to the window, paid for it, even flirted with the girl at the window.

"That's just gross, man, you're a chick."

Meg laughed. "Anyway, your father told you to kill your brother and you haven't done it yet. But you will now."

"Leave him alone."

"Sorry, can't." Meg drove a couple of blocks away and ran into an abandoned warehouse, where she picked up a bag. "I left this stuff here when I inhabited my last body. The only problem being a demon is it's hard to transport stuff with black smoke."

"My heart bleeds for you. What's in the bag?"

"Just some stuff to make our little task easier and more fun." She dug out a vial and sprinkled the contents on one of the burgers.

"What is that?"

"Just some stuff to make Sammy sleep," Meg informed. "Speaking of which, I don't want you distracting me right now, so why don't you go to sleep?" Dean felt himself descending quickly into darkness.

Meg grabbed the food and walked into the hotel room. "Find our next gig, Sammy?" she asked while handing Sam his burger.

"Yeah, I think so," he said and took a bite of his burger. "There's a lot of unexplained deaths two towns over."

"Yeah, like what?" Meg asked, not caring. They weren't going to be going on any hunt.

Sam took another bite of his burger, "Fifteen people have died by dropping toasters into their bathtubs."

"So, do you think it's the ghost of an appliance salesman?" Meg said, thinking that sounded Dean-like.

Sam laughed. Apparently, she had been right. He took another bite of his burger, "I don't know, but…" he trailed off. Suddenly he was feeling light-headed.

"You OK, Sammy?" Meg asked.

"No, I feel funny," he said and tried to get up to head to the bathroom. He took about two steps and fell to the floor unconscious.

Meg smiled and dragged Sam out to the car and drove him back to the warehouse. Once there, she tied him, gagged him, blindfolded him, tossed him into a cage and locked the door. "OK, Dean, you can wake up now."

Dean looked and saw Sam unconscious in the cage. "What did you do to him?"

"He's just sleeping for now," Meg answered. "We'll have our fun later. For now, let's go on a little spree."

Meg hopped back in the car, and drove to the house of a hunter named Steve Wandell.

"Where are we?"

Meg ignored him. She didn't have to answer to a meat puppet. She got out of the car and knocked on the door.

"Yes?" Steve Wandell said when he opened the door, pointing a gun at Dean.

Meg momentarily toyed with letting him shoot Dean but decided against it. "I'm Dean Winchester, John Winchester's son," she said.

"Yes, I've heard of him. He was a great hunter. What can I do for you?" he asked, still holding his gun on him. Smart hunters never trusted anybody.

"It's about your daughter. I think she's in danger."

"My daughter?" Steve Wandell asked, all wariness for himself forgotten. "Come in, tell me what's going on."

"No, don't listen to her. Exorcise her!"

Steve turned his back to lead the way in and that's when Meg struck. She grabbed Dean's favorite knife from the back of his pants and stabbed Steve repeatedly. Then, she left the knife behind, and went in search of what she came for.

"You killed him. In cold blood."

"I'm a demon. Did you expect me to bring him a dozen roses?"

Meg searched until she found an amulet.

"What's that?"

"None of your business." Her work there complete, they left. Dean didn't know where they would go from there but suspected he wouldn't like it.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Sam awoke with a headache. He was cramped and tried to stretch, but found he couldn't move. He also realized he couldn't see. He struggled against the ropes, but they wouldn't budge. Someone really knew their knots. He grunted around the gag, but didn't hear anything in answer. Was Dean here? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was talking to Dean about a case and then nothing. "Dean!" he yelled through the gag. He hoped that Dean was OK.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Meg put Dean to sleep again and then went to hide the amulet. She was going to come back and get it when she was done having fun with the Winchesters. None of this would be any fun if Dean weren't alive to torment himself with it later, so she couldn't let him know too many secrets.

"Wake up, Dean," she sang when she had finished hiding the amulet and was driving to Minnesota."

"Where are we going?"

"To see a very special friend of yours."