AN: Second part of my series entitled Lost in You. If you don't wanna read the first one, all you need to know is that Sam and Meg had sex. Soulless Sam and Meg, but yeah, they did that. That's basically all you need to know. All works in this series get their names from Three Days Grace song, Lost in You.

"I've been inside that head. I know all your sad little thoughts and feelings." Meg reminded with a smile.

Sam winced uneasily. God, he really was a Moose. "That's creepy."

"And let's not forget that special little night we had together. Learned lots of fun things about you then."

Besides a scoff, Sam was silent for a moment. "You do realise that wasn't actually me, right?"

"Sure it was. Just sans a souls."

"Well- it didn't mean anything. I don't even remember it."

"Apparently you didn't remember something else that night either." Meg remarked.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Protection, dumbass."

Paling in an instant, Sam's eyes went wide. "Wh-what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you got me pregnant, you idiot. Thought you were supposed to be the smart one."

"O-Oh. my God!"

Meg rolled her eyes. Seriously, after all the kid's been through did he honestly still believe in God?

"Wh-what happened?!"

"Word got around. Tried to get rid of the thing before it caused me problems, but some dickweed decided that he wanted the kid for himself, and kept me chained up until I had it. Didn't even give me a fucking advil."

"Y-you had the kid?"

"Didn't really have much of a choice." She snapped back.

"Meg I-," Sam was truly at a loss for words. "I'm so sorry."

Meg scoffed. "Sorry don't mean shit, Sammy. Got myself kidnapped, tortured, and almost killed too many times for 'sorry' to mean a damn thing."

"H-how has no one else heard about this?"

"Everyone was pretty tight-lipped about a weapon that could take out my entire species. They all wanted the element of surprise. But then," Now she looked outright pissed. "Crowley found out. You can bet your ass he used everything he had to try and get his hands on her."

"H-her?" Sam's voice had gone so soft.

"Yeah. Her."

"It's a girl?"

"Yes, Sammy. Generally when someone says 'her', it means it's a girl."

Okay, she had him there. "She-she got a name?"

"Officially? No, she doesn't even exist… But- I call her Angela."

Sam paused, quirking up his eyebrow. "S-seriously? Angela?"

"It's called irony. Tried to make a joke out of the worst thing that ever happened to me. Just about sums me up, doesn't it?"

Oh, how Sam wanted nothing more than to apologise, but he knew it would be meaningless. "Where is she now?"

"After Angela stopped needing my tits to survive, Crowley took her away. He still has her as far as I know. It's been over a year since I've seen her, so she'd be about two and a half now."

"Well- we've got to get her back!"

Hands crossing in front of her chest, Meg scoffed again. "Normally, I find your childish optimism amusing, but now you're just being stupid. You really think Crowley's just gonna let his prize get away? He's already pissed enough that I got away, and he hates me. Can't really picture him giving the anti-Christ away without a fight."

"Fine, then we'll fight!" Sam protested.

"It's not my problem anymore. I gave up on fighting a long time ago, Sammy."

"You can't just-"

"Oh, don't you dare try to tell me what I can and cannot do." She cut him off. "I've been Crowley's punching bag for a damn year, I had a little more to worry about than a baby I never even wanted to have. I'm not human, Sam. I don't care like you, not in my programming. So yes. I can just walk away, pretend it never happened, or whatever the fuck you were gonna say, got it?"

Sighing in genuine sympathy, Sam closed his eyes. "Meg, look. Whether you want to be her mom or not, leaving her with Crowley is a mistake. Doesn't matter if you're a human, demon, an angel, Crowley's gonna use her to make sure no one ever gets in his way again. That really something you're willing to deal with?"

Just as it looked like Meg was about to give a response, they both heard a voice that made each of their heads whip around in shock.

"I believe, they're playing my song." Crowley said, leaning against a small table. He began to move towards them. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my favourite Moose and whore."

"Sam, go." Meg ordered, ready to finally make Crowley pay for making her his bitch. Or at the very least, she was gonna die trying. "Go save your brother."

"No." Sam answered plainly.

"Oh, what's this now?" Crowley laughed. "Do I smell romance? I always did enjoy watching a good drama unfold."

"You have something of ours, Crowley." Sam hissed, fingers twitching as he longed to just run forward and gut Crowley with the angel blade.

"Do I? What's that, Moose?"

"Sam, don't." Meg warned.

"The girl." Sam replied anyway, feeling a tinge of regret when he heard Meg curse under her breath.

There wasn't a laugh from Crowley this time, only a smile. But it was so much worse. "Sam Winchester, is the bloody father of my little anti-Christ? Now that," Now he gave a deep chuckle. "That is unexpected. All this time, I thought dear whore just slipped up on a one night stand. But this- this is so much better."

Sam pushed Meg behind him. "Go find Dean and Cas."

"Sam-"

"Go!"

Against her instinct, Meg ran. Dean would kick her ass if anything happened to Sam, not that she wouldn't be mad at herself enough for driving him to the point of the oh-so-Winchester feat of self-sacrifice.

Sam watched as she made quick work of breaking one of the sigils, and then ran inside the building, and he stepped in Crowley's way when he started to move towards it. "Don't even think about it." He pointed the blade at Crowley in warning. "Where is she, Crowley?"

"Wouldn't do that, Moose. I've already got quite a bone to pick with you, after what you did to my poor dog. Move aside, and all is forgotten."

"I mean it! Where is she?!"

Saying Crowley's smile didn't make Sam uneasy would've been a lie. "Safe from you."

"Oh yeah, cuz with you is just the most secure place in the world."

"Do I need to remind you of your track record with keeping the important females in your life alive?"

"Do I need to remind you how many people you've killed?"

"No need. I think about it every time my head hits the pillow. Helps lull me to sleep."

"You don't sleep, Crowley."

"And you don't know when to give up. Come on, Sam. You really think you'll be able to stop me from getting what I want?"

Gritting his teeth a little harder, Sam inched closer, angel blade at the ready. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

Crowley chuckled. "You're adorable." With that, Crowley flicked a finger, sending Sam careening into the wall. He figured he must've thrown him harder than he thought, because as he drew closer to Sam, he wasn't moving. This was going to be easier than he thought.

Reaching out to grab Sam's jacket, Crowley growled in pain when Sam suddenly shot upright and skewered his side with the angel blade. Fortunately, for Crowley anyway, Sam had missed anything vital. But damn, it still hurt.

Hand pressed against the wound to staunch the blood flow, Crowley hissed. "You should've run with the whore, Moose." Crowley lifted his foot, and stomped it into Sam's face, grinning at the crunch of bone.

Sam retaliated by bringing up his own foot, and hit Crowley right in his new wound. As Crowley recovered from the blow, Sam got back to his feet and wiped away the blood from his broken nose, wincing at its sensitivity.

Truthfully, Sam knew he'd only end up hurting himself the second he hurt Crowley. He knew he'd most likely get captured, most likely tortured as well, but that wasn't all he knew. He also knew how much Crowley loved to gloat. Crowley would mock him about how easily he managed to steal Angela, probably even show her to Sam at some point. Crowley's arrogance would lead Sam straight to his daughter.

So when Crowley continued to beat him, Sam smiled.

The smile didn't last long though, as Crowley kept punching, kicking, stomping until half of Sam's face was swollen, blood trickling through just about every spot it could. He was barely conscious by the time Crowley grabbed him by the jacket collar, and he could only groan as his head flopped uselessly on his shoulders.

"Let's see how strong you really are, Moose. Because, I believe," Crowley pressed a finger into an already purpling bruise on Sam's face, applying more and more pressure until Sam moaned in pain. "You've really been underestimating me."

"Cas," Dean panted. "It's me. We're family." God, he hurt. But it hurt even more considering who the one causing him pain was. "We need you." He knew- hoped- his friend was still in there somewhere. "I need you."

After an agonisingly long pause, Dean watched as Cas let the blade clatter to the ground. He watched him pick up the tablet, having to shut his eyes when Castiel began to glow. Why did he always do that?

Dean felt his hope begin to rise again, but it sank as Cas started to reach for him. "Cas?" He hated how weak his voice sounded. Of all the ways to go, at the hands of his best friend was not one he had ever imagined. He futilely tried to shield his face. "No…" The Great Dean Winchester whimpered. "Cas… Cas!"

But the hand that touched him wasn't threatening, or pain inducing. It was caring, apologetic, gentle… Cas.

A strange and slightly painful sensation sparked through Dean, but when it passed, all his previous pains vanished. "Cas?"

He may have finally gotten his senses back, but the angel before Dean was still far from the one he knew. "I'm so sorry, Dean."

Dean may have just been through a shit load of pain, but his utter confusion took priority. "What the hell just happened?"

Castiel had always been- somewhat flat when it came to words. He was brief, didn't waste time on details, and had the tendency to be more than blunt. He glossed over how an angel named- what even was it- Naomi? Had been controlling him ever since he got out of Purgatory, but when Dean tried to ask what made the connection break, Cas's expression went blank again.

"I don't know." He answered honestly. "I just know that I have to protect this tablet now."

Dean glanced down at it. "From Naomi?"

"Yes." Castiel answered. His eyes went down for a moment, and he seemed- sad. He briefly made eye contact with Dean again. "And from you."

As Dean began to try to ask questions again, Castiel vanished.

"Cas? Cas!"

"Dean!" That definitely wasn't Cas. Or Sam. Which left only-

"Meg? What's going on? Where's Sam?"

"Being a dumb-ass, self-sacrificing bastard. Crowley showed up and Sam wouldn't let the thing about the kid go, and-"

"Kid?"

"Tell you later. Right now, Sam's in trouble, and you need to stop him before he does something incredibly-"

"Stupid?"

"I was gonna say 'Winchester,' but what's the difference? C'mon."

The two rushed outside to find Sam, but when they were finally out, neither Sam nor Crowley were anywhere in sight.

"Dammit!" Dean cursed. First he'd lost Cas and the tablet, and now his little brother too! Today was not going well for him.

"Think Crowley got him?"

"No, I think Sam hit another dog and decided to go off on his own again." Dean snapped.

"I'm sorry, don't you two have that stupid agreement to do that whole normal life shit if something happens to one of you?"

"Yeah, but we're supposed to say to hell with that and try our damndest to save each other!"

"Like he did for you when you went to Hell? I seem to recall you throwing a bitch fit at him for trying to save you then."

"Because he was drinking demon blood!"

"So- he tries too hard, and you bitch at him. Doesn't try enough, and you bitch at him. You're kinda contradicting yourself there, Dean-o."

"Fuck off, Meg, I don't need a lecture."

"Then get off that pretty ass and do something."

"Since when do you even care about my brother?"

"Never said I do, but considering that he got himself into this mess playing hero trying to save our kid-"

"Hold up…" Dean's mouth dropped open slightly. "You and Sam had a kid? Wh-?" The guy was almost cute when he was utterly confused. "When did you two even-?"

"What? Fuck? Remember that first time you asked little old me to help you boys kill Crowley? What exactly did Sammy tell you about why I helped?"

"He said that you two came to an-... Oh, God."

"There it is. Now, before he gets himself killed, how about you go find your brother?"

"This would be a freaking great time for cas to be here!" Dean shouted at the sky."

"Yeah, where did Clarence run off to?"

"No clue, but he took the tablet with him."

"Oh yay." Meg huffed. "More conflict."

"Look, whatever dumbass situation Cas has gotten himself into, he at least seems a little clearer in the head. If Sam's with Crowley, you can bet your ass there's gonna be blood. Right now, Sam's the one we gotta take care of. You in?"

As Meg crossed her arms, she asked, "Why should I be?"

"Only reason he got captured in the first place was cuz he was saving your ass. God knows why he did, but I'll be damned again if I let you just walk away."

"You boys are gonna be the death of me one of these days." She impatiently tapped her foot against the ground as she thought it over. Helping Sam would make it look like she cared, and that was a far cry from the truth. But not helping would mean pissing off Dean Winchester, and that's not something any demon can outlive. "Fine. It's a deal."

AN: Meg is bae. Seriously, I'm like in love with her. Ugh, she's how to do female characters, and yet- the writers decided killing her off was a good idea. Okay, so- I actually have the next two chapters complete, it's just a matter of finding time to type them out. But, y'all do get a-

Sneak Peek: "Okay, everything was technically going according to Sam's plan. He was kidnapped, like he'd expected, Crowley was a dick, like he'd expected, and he was being tortured… But to the extent of which was not what he'd expected.

So yeah, lotta torture next chapter, but fluff does happen eventually, and sound the alarms for the apocalypse, because I'm looking forward to the cute stuff. I know, it's crazy. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the second installment of the Sam/Meg series, and drop a review if you did! See y'all soon!