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"I could be more to you, Jo," Meg said, although to the petite blonde hunter, she appeared to be Sam Winchester. He was there, of course, but he could only listen and watch as Meg attempted to seduce his friend.

Jo's body language showed tension and anger. Her jaw clenched shut and she took a slow step back, her eyes not leaving the demon. "You should go, Sam."

Meg reached a hand out to grab Jo's wrist and pulled the hunter back to her. "It's ok, Jo. I know you've thought about me in that way," Sam's body pulled Jo's close and she was standing between his legs now as he sat on the barstool. He reached his left hand up to gently stroke her cheek while his right hand gripped her wrist tightly.

"No, I-I," she was blushing and trying to pull away from him, but Meg's grip was too strong.

"You want Dean, don't you?" His mock look of sympathy didn't match his actions when he slid the hand from her cheek to her shoulder and squeezed tightly. "I can talk to him for you. I will... just give me a chance to show you that I'm better for you. If you don't agree," he released his grip on her. "Then you're free to go."

She eyed him cautiously and took a step back. "And just how do you think you're gonna show me that?" He didn't miss the note of suspicion in her question.

"Like this," he smirked as he leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against her own. She moved to step back again, but he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her form against his own. Meg ignored Sam's yelling inside his own mind, telling Meg to stop, telling Jo to run.

When he finally pulled away, Jo was flushed and breathless. "This isn't right, Sam..."

He only grinned then leaned forward to kiss her again. When she effectively stepped back and out of his grasp, he slammed his fist on the bar. "Dammit, Jo! It doesn't have to be like this," his tone was bitter, yet there was a hint of warning behind it. There were other ways for Meg to destroy Jo and Dean. If they wouldn't let her have her fun this way, she would think of something else.

Jo stayed close to the bar, attempting to reach for a bottle. Meg knew what she was thinking before Jo could even attempt it. "Don't try to hurt me, Jo. If you break that bottle, I'll have to fight you and you know I'll win."

"Then leave, Sam. I don't want to fight you, but you aren't acting right."

He stood now and approached her as she slowly backed away, "then help me." His voice was pleading. "There's a darkness in me, Jo," he said quietly, the truth seeming to cause him pain. "I'm trying to overcome it. I'm trying to counteract it. You could be that for me..."

Her discomfort at the conversation was obvious and, while it made Sam enraged, Meg was holding back a grin. "You can't put that on me. I can't save you, Sam. I'll help any way I can. You're my friend... but I can't save you. I don't even know how..."

"Then let me show you," he countered as his arm slid around her waist and he pulled her close once more. His other hand reached up to press a finger lightly against her chin, pushing her face up to meet his gaze. He kissed her again, an intense and passionate kiss that lasted almost too long.

They pulled away from one another when they heard the door open, but it was too late. Dean had seen them.

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean's voice seemed to bring Jo back to reality.

She tried to pull away from Sam, but he refused to let her go. "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was-"

"Don't lie to him," Sam said to the female hunter, though his eyes never left his brother. "I asked Jo for help."

That didn't appear to appease Dean. "Help getting laid? You gotta be kiddin me, Sammy," was the angry response.

"I was trying to replicate more of a romantic interaction, but thank you for destroying it," Sam said calmly. "She wants you anyway, Dean. She's not interested in me. She was only trying to help out a friend..."

His older brother was silent for a moment, as if he were processing the information and attempting to come up with a solution. "You... you're serious? You really think having sex is gonna keep you from going dark side?"

Sam's internal voice begging Meg to stop only cemented the demon's decision. "I don't know that it will, but isn't it worth a try? I mean... if Jo's willing to help... sacrifice and sexual rituals are huge in lore. Maybe it's for a good reason?"

Dean shook his head, sighed then looked at his younger brother. "I'm not sold on this, Sam."

"I'm not either," Jo finally spoke up.

Meg hid her scowl at Jo's reluctance. She wanted to see her little game through to the end, but she'd show herself early if needed. Jo was making it incredibly difficult to continue this charade. The defiance was starting to annoy the demon. She could tell Jo had thought about both of the brothers before, even if she preferred Dean.

Sam looked to Dean, his eyes showing his vulnerability. "Then kill me, Dean. Please. I'm running out of options. I know you and Jo care about each other in a different way, but I don't mind sharing. Just to see if it helps," he sounded so sincere. Sam knew he was losing this battle between himself and Meg. She played the part perfectly.

Jo looked up at Sam, "wait, you mean Dean would..." she blushed.

"Yeah," he gently stroked her cheek again as his eyes met hers. "I'd never want to make you uncomfortable, Jo. I thought if Dean were here, it would help." He looked back to his brother. "But it was a stupid idea. I feel stupid now for even suggesting it. I'm sorry," he sat down on the nearest barstool. "I just felt so desperate. I don't know what came over me."

Jo spoke directly to Dean now, "well, I mean... if you think it would work..." Meg had to keep herself from laughing. They were so pathetic. She noted Dean's blush and was glad Sam could watch it all as well. Jo only wanted Dean, but she would sacrifice her comfort for a chance to get close to him. And Dean would never see her the same way again.