Supernatural: Salvation

A/N: I return with a new chapter! So, these past few days have been a bit hectic with both work and the fact that the changing weather here in Happy Valley, Utah has been playing havoc with my health, and yet I will keep posting once a week no matter what. ;)

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural or from Criminal Minds. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.

CHAPTER TWO: ROCK AND A HARD PLACE


Later at a motel room, Sam was sitting at a table, massaging his temples, Liz sat down across from him and handed him a glass of water and some painkillers, and both Dean and John were watching him as they sat on the beds.

"A vision?" John asked, hearing about Sam's ability for the first time.

Sam nodded and wished he'd hadn't. "Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."

John frowned, not sure of what to make of this new development. "And you think it's gonna happen to this woman you met because…?"

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them," Sam answered, taking both items, hoping that the painkillers would help.

"It started out as nightmares," Dean explained, getting up and walked to the other side of the room, "and then he started havin' them when he was awake."

Sam nodded again, wincing at the pain. "Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get."

"It was certainly a surprise the first time he got hit by a vision during the day," Liz added, shivering at the thought; the fact that there was almost no warning, it was near impossible to predict when they would hit or when.

"All right, when were you gonna tell me about this?" John demanded.

Dean shrugged. "We didn't know what it meant."

John couldn't believe this. "All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone, and you call me."

"Call you? Are you kiddin' me?" Dean asked, annoyed as he walked toward their dad. "Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when Liz and I were dying. Gettin' you on the phone - I've got a better chance of winnin' the lottery."

"Dean's right," Liz agreed, standing up. "We've left a lot of messages and you never responded to any of them."

John stared at his oldest son and his only daughter for a moment, and then sighed. "You're right," he admitted. "Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight," Sam said seriously. "And this family's gonna go through the same hell that we went through."

John shook his head. "No, they're not. No one is, ever again."

Just then, Sam's cell phone rang, and he answered it. "Hello?"

`"Sam?"` asked 'Meg's' voice.

Sam frowned. 'No way.' "Who is this?" he asked.

`"Think real hard,"` 'Meg' suggested. `"It'll come to you."`

"Meg," Sam said, shocked, drawing the attention of their dad, Dean, and Liz. "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."

`"Yeah, thanks to you,"` 'Meg' retorted. `"That really hurt my feelings, by the way."`

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

`"Let me speak to your dad,"` 'Meg' requested.

"My dad-" Sam began as their dad walked over. "I don't know where my dad is."

'Meg' didn't believe that for a second. `"It's time for the grown-ups to talk, Sam. Let me speak to him, now,"` she ordered.

Sam reluctantly handed the phone to John, who already had his hand out, having guessed what 'Meg' wanted.

"This is John," he said into the phone.

`"Howdy, John. I'm 'Meg',"` 'Meg' said introducing herself. `"I'm a friend of your kids. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood"`

John had to take a deep breath to keep himself from crying.

`"Still there, John boy?"` 'Meg' asked.

"I'm here," John answered.


"Well, that was yesterday," 'Meg' said causally. "Today, I'm in Lincoln…visiting another old friend of yours," she adding to a chair, where Caleb was tied up with a gag in his mouth. "He wants to say hi." She took the gag out of his mouth and held the phone in front of him.

"John, whatever they do, don't give-" Caleb began, but she took the phone away.


"Caleb?" John asked while Dean, Liz, and Sam were worried. "Caleb." His expression hardened. "You listen to me," he growled. "He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

'Meg' wasn't fazed by the threat. `"We know you have the Colt, John."`

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


'Meg' frowned since that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear. "Oh. Okay. So, listen to this," she said icily as she held up a knife and slashed Caleb's throat, and she let John listen to Caleb gagging as he died, glaring up at her.

`"Caleb? Caleb!"`

'Meg' took the phone back. "Can you hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying, now let's try this again," she said, knowing full well that John would be devastated. "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 told her.

"Oh, John, please," 'Meg' scoffed. "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. And that also includes your kids' friends at the FBI," she added, smirking when she heard the sigh. "We know all about the BAU team that they befriended. I'm waiting, Johnny. Better answer before the buzzer."

`"Okay,"` John said quietly.

'Meg' frowned. "Sorry? I didn't quite get that."


John sighed. "I said okay. I'll bring you the Colt." 'Since when do my kids have friends in the FBI?'

`"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake,"` 'Meg' told him. `"You're gonna meet me there."`

"It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there," John told her, stalling for time.

'Meg' wasn't in the mood for playing games. `"Meet me there at midnight tonight."`

"That's impossible," John protested. "I can't get there in time, and I can't just carry a gun on a plane."

`"Oh. Then I guess your friends die, don't they?"` 'Meg' retorted and John sighed, frustrated. `"If you do decide to make it, come alone."` She hung up, and John did the same.


'Meg' turned to look at Caleb's dead body, his glazed eyes were still staring at her in an accusing manner.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?" she snarled and walked away.


Back at the motel, John turned to face his grown children. "Since when did you three have friends in the FBI? What happen to staying off the grid and away from law enforcement until you have no other choice?"

Sam, Dean, and Liz all flushed; they'd forgotten to mention their interaction with the BAU team.

"Dad," Liz said slowly, gulping. "A…a while back we were in Hibbing, Minnesota, investigating some disappearances…where Sam and I were kidnapped by a family of hillbillies who were also cannibals responsible for the large number of disappearances in the area. Dean had no choice but to go to the sheriff department for help, and a deputy sheriff named Kathleen alerted a section of the FBI known as the Behavioral Analysis Unit, BAU for short; they're profilers, they helped Dean find and save us, and also dropped the charges against him down in St. Louis. Basically we can trust them, dad."

John chuckled, releasing a bit of tension. "Well, it's good to have some law enforcement on our side for a change," he remarked, "but the demon knows about your guys' connection to them."

Dean, Liz, and Sam all exchanged an alarmed look. The demon knew?

"So, you think 'Meg' is a demon?" Sam asked.

John shrugged. "Either that or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter."

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

John sighed. "I'm going to Lincoln."

"What?!" Dean and Liz both yelped.

John shrugged again. "It doesn't seem like I have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die. Our friends die. And so will that BAU team, too, and I won't let that happen."

"Dad, the demon is coming tonight for Monica and her family," Sam pointed out. "That gun is all we've got. You can't just hand it over."

John chuckled. "Who said anything about handing it over?" he asked. "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 asked, confused.

"Antique store," John corrected.

Dean frowned. "You're gonna hand 'Meg' a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?"

"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference," John said honestly.

"Yeah, but for how long?" Liz asked. "What happens when she figures it out?"

John sighed. "I just - I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."

Sam figured it out. "You mean for Dean, Liz, and me," he said with realization when their dad remained silent. "You want us to stay here…and kill this demon by ourselves?"

"No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love," John stated. "I want to protect your friends at the FBI, especially since they probably have families and close friends that they care about. I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home. I want Liz to have a decent boyfriend." And he turned away from them, crying. "I want Mary alive." After a moment, he turned back to them. "I just…I just want this to be over."

Sam, Liz, and Dean all exchanged a tearful look with their dad. They wanted this over, too.


A/N: I admit that I kinda teared up toward the end when I wrote John's confession about wanting the hunt for the demon to be over and for his kids to have normal lives.

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