Ok here is the second chapter to changes, I no it has been a while since I updated, but ive been super busy with school.

Notes- this chapter will contain spoilers for salvation, and Devils Trap, and every time you see XXXXXXXXX that means we change from one place to another.

As always I apologise for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer- anything that you recognise doesn't belong to me, everything that you don't recognise does.

John allowed his body to collapse onto the bed, his gaze still locked onto his youngest son, whose face held a look of pain and lose, he could see that he had considerably paled since the vision had finished, but he had a feeling that had to do with actually telling them that they died then actually watching it happen.

But right now John wasn't bothered, he wasn't bothered that his son was in pain, or that he had to watch his entire family die at the hands of the demon, all he cared about at that moment was that they lost, they faced the demon, the thing that they have been searching for their entire lives, they went one on one with it and lost.

No he wouldn't believe it, he couldn't, there was no way that the demon walked away alive, John had sworn revenge, for his wife, for his children and there was no way that he would let it escape.

Sam looked over at the anger in his father's eyes, and sighed; know one had spoken since he had said that they died, after facing the demon. Hell if someone had come up to him and said that they face the demon and die, then he would have laughed in their face, but he had seen it, felt it. Felt the anger, and pain when he watched Demon John killing Dean, he could still hear the sickening screech of metal on metal when the truck collided with the Impala.

Sam shared a short look with Dean, who to was struggling to deal with the fact that they were going to die, but unlike his father, he seemed to understand, seemed to have known that facing this demon would have been the last thing that he did. Dean nodded his head slightly, understanding what his baby brother was saying, this demon was going to win the fight, they had never been able to stop a vision from happening, and Dean doubted very much it they could stop this one, especially seems that knew jack shit about the demon.

"How" Sam looked over at his father, shocked that he had spoken, but with one look, Sam could see it, could see something that he never thought he would see in his fathers gaze. Defeat. Sam looked over at Dean and by the look of shock on his face guessed that Dean had seen it to.

"What happens" Sam runs his hand though his hair, and adjusts his position, so that he is more comfortable, and looks over at this father, before shifting is gaze to Dean. Right now he was the only one that knew, what happened in the cabin, the only one that heard the words that the demon said to Dean, the only one who saw the flicker of hurt that was quickly masked by his brother.

"You were possessed" John nodded slowly, as if that's what he expected to hear, but before any one could ask any more questions Sam's phone interrupted the silence, and tension that had come over the room.

Sam removes himself from the floor and walked slowly over to the table were his phone was sat.

"Hello" He asks somewhat uncertain, giving what had just transcribed

"Sam?"

"Who is this?" Sam furrowed his brow in confusion, and turned to look at his family, letting them no that he's not sure who he's talking to

"Think real hard. It'll come to you." Sam looks over at his family, shock so clear on his face, and in his voice, that his brother stands up, and his fathers head snaps his head up to look at his son

"Meg. Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."

"Yeah, thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings, by the way." Sam can hear the flirtatious tone in her voice, and his face turns to one of disgust, and then back to one of shock as he realises something

"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."

"Let me speak to your dad." Sam looks over at his father, clearly worried

"My dad—I don't know where my dad is."

"It's time for the grown-ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him, now." Sam looks over at his father, and reluctantly hands the phone to him.

"This is John."

"Howdy, John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood." John turns away from his sons, so they cant see the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Still there, John boy?" John struggles to get his emotions in to check, there was no way that he was going to let her no that she had hit a sore spot.

"I'm here."

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"Well, that was yesterday. Today, I'm in Lincoln….visiting another old friend of yours." Meg walks over to someone sitting in a chair, its one of Johns closet friends. Caleb.

"He wants to say hi." She removes that gag that was in his mouth and places the phone in front of him.

"John, whatever they do, don't give" She looks over at him angrily and moves the phone away from him.

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"Caleb?" Sam and Dean exchanged worried glances and, move closer to their dad

"Caleb."

"You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go." John spits venomously down the phone, his emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

"We know you have the Colt, John." John looks shocked but manages to keep it from his voice

"I don't know what you're talking about."

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"Oh. Okay. So, listen to this" She walked over to Caleb and with a quick switch of her wrist, she slits his throat, and places the phone in front of him, so that John can hear him gagging, before his body falls limp.

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"Caleb? Caleb!" John turns to his sons questioning gazes, worry so clear on their faces.

"Can you hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying, now let's try this again, we know you have the gun, John. Word travels fast. So, as far as we're concerned, you just declared war. And this is what war looks like—it has casualties."

"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?" John clenches his fists, and takes a couple of breaths, trying to calm himself.

"Oh, John, please. Mind your blood pressure. So, this is the thing—we're gonna keep doing what we're doing, and your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved—they'll all die unless you give us that gun. I'm waiting, Johnny. Better answer before the buzzer." John sighs clearly defeated

"Okay."

"Sorry? I didn't quite get that." John can hear the triumph in her voice, and can feel his blood boil

"I said okay. I'll bring you the Colt."

"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there." John nods his head slowly, quickly calculating how long it will take him in his head.

"It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there."

"Meet me there at midnight tonight."

"That's impossible. I can't get there in time, and I can't just carry a gun on a plane." John shakes his head in annoyance, there is know way he can make it.

"Oh. Then I guess your friends die, don't they?" John sighs in frustration

"If you do decide to make it, come alone." John hangs up the phone, and turns to face his sons, who by now already no that they have just lost someone else to this war.

"So, you think Meg is a demon?" Sam questions his father, he knew it was likely to cause a fight, but it was the only thing he could think of, to keep his mind of Caleb.

"Either that or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter." John states, and turns to his eldest son

"What do we do?" Dean question, but he already knew the answer he just preyed that he was wrong.

"I'm going to Lincoln."

"What?" Dean realised that he had just shouted at his father, but at the moment he really didn't care, he knew that he was going to do this, but hearing it was a whole different thing.

"It doesn't seem like I have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die. Our friends die." John sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Dad, the demon is coming tonight for Monica and her family. That gun is all we've got. You can't just hand it over." Sam tried to reason with his father, but he knew it was know use, it was only going to cause an argument

"Who said anything about handing it over? Look, besides us and a couple vampires, no one's really seen the gun. No one knows what it looks like."

"So, what, you're just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Dean shook his head in annoyance

"Antique store." John replied to his son's sarcastic comment

"You're gonna hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Deans shook his head again, his father was losing it.

"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference." John tried to reason with his boys, but he knew that it was a waste of time.

"Yeah, but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?" Dean voice rose slightly, he couldn't believe that his father couldn't see that this was a trap.

"I just—I just need to buy a few hours, that's all." Sam finally clicks, what there father wants them to do.

"You mean for Dean and me. You want us to stay here….and kill this demon by ourselves?"

"No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home." He turns away from the, so that they couldn't see him cry.

"I want Mary alive" He manages to get his emotions under control and turns back to them, to see that both Dean and Sam have tears in their eyes.

"I just….I just want this to be over." Sam and Dean exchange a look; they both nod to each other.

"Well I hate to be bearer of bad news, but ya don't get what ya want"

(Well I was going to leave it there, but seem, I haven't updated in ages, I will continue)

The Three Winchesters, turned there bodies, to were the voice had come from, their guns raised, and ready to fire.

Standing by the door was a nineteen year old girl, standing about 5, 6, and choppy chin length hair, brown and high lighted blonde.

One of her hands was placed on her hip, the other one dangling by her side, a gun clutched firmly in it, she had a bemused, yet sad look on her face, one that Dean had seen on Sam's face so many months ago.

Sam and Dean saw their father lower his gun, and after a second, followed his lead, they looked from their father and then back to the stranger, just because their father trusted her, didn't mean they had to.

"CJ" The girl nodded slightly before taking a couple of steps forward, and placed her gun down onto the table, and collapsed on to one of the chairs, her gaze fixing onto Johns, before, she stood up, and with two quick strides, had hit John up side the head.

John looked at her confused and slightly embarrassed, Dean seemed uncomfortable, and looked around, not knowing what to do, While Sam was trying to stifle a laugh behind his hands.

"What the hell did you do that for?" CJ shook her head in disgust and once again removed herself from the chair, this time though seating herself on top of the table.

"You finally find away to kill this fucking Demon, and your just going to give it up, are you an idiot, are you so idiotic that you cant see a trap" Sam dropped his hand from his mouth, things suddenly becoming serious, and Dean stood slightly straighter, in all his time, he had never seen someone speak to his dad that way, hell even Sam didn't go that far.

"Of cause Im not, but this is the only way that people that we care about stop dying"

"Like I said, how stupid are you, do you really think that she is just going to let you walk out, once you hand the gun over, or is going to stop killing out friends, No, ok she wont, she's going to keep doing it"

"Yea, more then likely, but I can stop her,"

"No you cant ok, no, you go your going to get yourself possessed and then your sons are going to die" John stopped, he knew that she had visions like his son, but for her to say what her son had, it made it all the more real, they were going to die, if they faced this demon.

"You have visions" CJ turned her head over to Sam and Dean, who had both asked the same question, at the same time. She nodded her head slowly, before turning to look at John.

"Now I no you have lost people john and I no that you want to stop, but the only way you can do that, is with the colt" John could see the sadness in her eyes, and quickly realised that he hadn't told her about Caleb.

"CJ, there's something that you should no, erm" CJ jumped down from the table, cutting John of from what he was about to say.

"I already know ok" John sighed, shocked at her confession

"Then let me go, and I can make her pay for what she's done"

In a move that had Dean and Sam blinking, CJ had John pinned to the wall, her arm securely blocking his escape, Dean went to help, but Sam put his arm up, blocking his way, Dean looked down questing his brothers antics, but didn't try to move past him either.

"He's dead John, and nothing is going to bring him back, especially you getting yourself killed" She realised her hold on him and backed away, her breathing was heavy. John cast a glance over at his two sons, and nodded his head letting them no that he was ok.

"The only way to stop that vision from coming true is to face this thing together, tonight this ends" John nodded his head, and seated himself onto the chair.

Dean and Sam shared a glance, one that clearly said, we should keep this girl around, they chuckled slightly, receiving, Confused looks from there dad and CJ.

"I forgot how fast you could move, or how strong you were" CJ glanced over at him and smiled

"Guess you shouldn't piss of a wolf then"

Ok then, im going to leave it there, I hope that this story was ok, and that you all liked it, hopefully I should have the next chapter up near the weekend.

Please review, and let me know what you think, and any ideas that you have.