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"You know if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask," a pixie blonde girl teased to her three captors, who stood vigil over her. The rope binding her to the chair bit through her red leather jacket and into her wrists, drawing a little blood. But she didn't flinch. Demons normally cared less to what happened to their hosts.

The spiky dirty blond hunter dressed in a blue over-shirt with biker boots and jeans approached her cautiously, but determined. His expression was unreadable.

"Where's our father, Meg?" he asked calmly.

"You didn't ask very nice," the girl now known as Meg replied.

"Where's our father, bitch?"

"Ooh jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth. Oh wait I forgot, you don't," she mocked, giving him a menacing smile.

"You think this is a freakin' game. Where is he? What did you do to him?" he bellowed, his voice dangerous. He bent down resting his arms on the creaky chair arms, his fiercesome green eyes boring into the girl's chocolate ones. The demon residing inside her laughed mirthlessly. "He died screaming. I killed him myself."

She saw his eyes flash and his lips quiver. Though she shouldn't have been, she was surprised when he reached back his hand and swung it at her face. She gasped. Her cheek tinged with pink as the impact jarred her head to the side. She forced out a smile turning back to him, ready to mock him again. Because that's what demons do.

"That's kind of a turn on. You hitting a girl," she whispered.

"You're no girl."

"Dean," a gruff voice called from behind. He turned around and saw it was his father's old friend, Bobby Singer, who spoke. Bobby strode forward and grasped him by the bicep luring him into the next room.

"Are you ok?" his tall, gangly brother Sam asked following them across the threshold.

"She's lying. He's not dead," Dean answered out loud, more to convince himself than the others.

Bobby gazed upon the two boys with concern, smoothing out his tattered hunting vest. "Dean, you gotta 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," he explained adjusting his worn-out baseball cap.

Dean stared at the old man stunned trying to comprehend what he was just told. "You're trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere."

Bobby nodded as Dean peered at the girl, who was now wrestling with her bonds shifting the arms of the chair from side to side. He wasn't entirely concerned because she was sitting under a "Key of Solomon", also known as a devil's trap. The symbols inside the emblem act as containing agents to trap evil beings, and keep them against their will. No way she could free herself from the powers of Solomon. He turned back to the old man. "That's actually good news."

All three men gathered around surrounding the girl they intend to set free. Meg gaped at them interested.

"You going to read me a story," she asked watching the shaggy chestnut-haired hunter opening a large tome.

"Something like that. Hit it Sam," he said gazing at his little brother.

Immediately Sam began to read the Latin passages written in the book out loud. "Regnat terre cantate dio. Somena domino…"

The demon turned back to Dean surprised. "An exorcism. Are you serious?"

"Oh we're going for it baby. Head spinning. Projectile vomiting. The whole nine yards," Dean stated glaring at her threateningly.

Meg grimaced as Sam continued to read from the passage pacing from side to side behind her chair. The pain from the separation spell flowed through the possessed body, twisting and tearing at the muscles underneath. Several of the golden amulets she wore jostled around as her body began to tremble. She looked back up at Dean shaking a few strands of her short hair out of her eyes taking a deep breath.

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body," she threatened through clenched teeth. She smiled inwardly. Stupid hunters. You think you know everything. Like everything is supposed to be out of the book.

Dean shook his head. "No, you're gonna burn in Hell, unless you tell us where our dad is."

She remained silent, wanting to enjoy his anxiousness another moment before she tried a trick or two, before the exorcism had its chance.

"Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."

Meg's eyes glinted. "I don't think so."

Suddenly, Meg released some of her hidden power, shattering the chair; its arms and legs clung to her limbs. She swung out, the arm of the chair striking Dean across his temple. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. Bobby ran forward and she swung her arm out again. Her telekinetic energy escaped the confines of the circle slamming into the old man. He sailed through the air and landed in his china cabinet, falling to the ground along with a shower of glass and porcelain shards. Meg whirled around and used the same power against the remaining hunter. The book flew out of his hands as he catapulted across the room and through a window. She smirked at the sound of a crash and a car alarm going off. She walked forward but stopped, unable to step outside the circle. She uttered a Latin passage her father taught her. A crack in the ceiling appeared causing a rip to run through the painted symbols, thus releasing her from the trap.

She stalked towards her unconscious enemies intending on keep her promise of filleting them.

"Find the gun," a stern voice echoed in her head, halting her in her tracks.

She rolled her eyes at the voice. "Fine," she grumbled.

After searching the motionless bodies inside the house, she was disappointed it was on neither of them. She gave Dean one final kick with her boot and strode out of the house.

She saw the youngest hunter lying awkwardly on one of the immobile vehicles. The car alarm sung incessantly stirring a deep ache to her ear cavity. She swung her arm out and a mechanical device ripped out of the grill, silencing the annoying cacophony. She approached the boy, admiring the blood splattered against the splintered windshield. She lifted her hand and the boys' jacket flapped open revealing the Colt, the gun her father feared the most, tucked safely in his pocket. She nodded her head and the object of destruction flew into her hands.

"So this is the infamous Colt," She said rotating the gun in her palm, admiring Samuel Colt's craftsmanship. She smiled; relishing in the fact her father would praise her for accomplishing her duty. Within a flash, she disappeared, taking the boy's only hope in saving their father with her.

Several Hours Later:

A throbbing ache in his side stirred Dean from the encompassing sense of unconsciousness. It took maybe a moment to realize he was lying on the dusty floorboards of Bobby's house. An involuntary groan escaped his lips as he lifted himself to his knees. A cloudy haze coalesced behind his vision causing a slight case of vertigo. A distant groan he heard from the other room forced him to his feet racing to see who it was.

"Bobby. Bobby," he called upon seeing his mentor lying in a pile of glass and papers. He kneeled beside the old man and took his pulse, relieved that he found one.

Bobby opened his eyes to slits feeling two fingers press against the corner of his neck. He saw it was Dean and gave a weak smile. "M'okay, boy," he whispered.

"Yeah, I'm just checkin'," Dean slurred. "Come on, let's get you up." He pulled on the man's brute arms, pulling him into a sitting position.

The veranda outside creaked noisily causing them to look up. They waited with apprehension for the intruder to make their appearance. Only they were half-relieved when a scratched-up bloody Sam clutching the back of his head stumbled through the door.

"M-Meg t-took the colt," he whispered weakly to them before falling to the ground unconscious.

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