Supernatural: Shadow

A/N: Hey, so here's what was happening last week: I've been dealing with a cold, which tends to mess with my mind, which is why I ended up posting that chapter earlier then usual as I'd gotten the days mixed up. Anyway, here's the last chapter for this story, and you'll get to see how the Winchesters get out of this trap.

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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 THREE: TRAPS AND A FAREWELL

It was an unknown numbers of hours later when Dean, Liz, and Sam, who were tied to three separate posts, all came to and found Meg sitting before them.

"Hey, Sam?" Dean said groggily. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend…is a bitch."

"For once I have to agree," Liz mumbled sourly.

Sam ignored them and fixed his eyes on the blonde woman. "This, the whole thing, was a trap," he said as several puzzle pieces fell into place. "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Meg laughed, proving him right. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" he asked.

"It doesn't mean anything," Meg said off-handedly, impressed with what Sam had managed to figure out. "It was just to draw you in, that's all."

Sam glared at her. "You killed those two people for nothin'."

Meg smirked, not looking the bit sorry. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."

"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time," Dean groused, smiling. "But why don't you kill us already?"

"Yeah, why tie us up when you can have your shadow pet kill us," Liz growled.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" Meg asked, leaning in closer. "This trap isn't for you."

Both Dean and Liz were puzzled, but it was Sam who realized what she meant. "Dad. It's a trap for Dad."

Dean and Liz both gaped at Meg, who smiled at him.

"Oh, sweetheart - you're dumber than you look," Dean said. "'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good."

"He is pretty good," Meg agreed. "I'll give you that." She then stood up, walked over to him and sat down, straddling his legs. "But you see, he has one weakness."

Dean didn't understanding. "What's that?"

Meg smirked. "You. He lets his guard down around his boys and his little girl, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daeva's will kill everybody…nice and slow and messy."

Both Dean and Liz, who didn't like being called a little girl, glared at her. "Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some…shadow to kill him."

"Oh, the Daeva's are in the room here…they're invisible," Meg informed them. "Their shadows are just the only part you can see."

"Why you doin' this, Meg?" Sam asked, stalling for time. "What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?"

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do…loyalty," Meg answered. "Love. Like the love you had for Mommy…and Jess."

"Go to hell," Sam growled.

"Baby, I'm already there," Meg retorted, smiling and slid over to him. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty," she added, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me…changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?"

Dean and Liz both groaned, feeling sick to their stomachs. "Get a room, you two."

"I didn't mind," Meg added, ignoring the twins. "I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." And she began kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun?" Sam asked sarcastically. "Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now."

Meg smiled and continued to kiss him, when a noise on Dean and Liz's side of the room made her stop; she got up and walked behind their posts. She saw that they both had a knife in their hands; scowling, she took them away and tossed them into a corner.

Meg then swung around to the other side of the post, and smiled at Dean, who chuckled guiltily while Liz just rolled her eyes; satisfied, she slid back over to Sam.

"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother and sister cut themselves free?" she asked.

Sam shook his head and suddenly smirked. "No. No. That's because I have a knife of my own."

Meg was confused until he suddenly broke free from his ropes and grabbed her shoulders, and then knocked his head against hers; she fell to the floor, dazed, while he groaned in pain.

"Sam!" Dean shouted. "Get the altar."

Sam quickly got to his feet, went over to the altar and overturned it; suddenly, the shadow demon appeared and grabbed Meg, who screamed. She was dragged across the floor and crashed through the window, falling down to the street below. Moving quickly, Sam grabbed his knife and cut both Dean and Liz free from their ropes; they then walked over to the window and saw Meg sprawled on the sidewalk, dead, surrounded by broken glass and wood.

"So, I guess the Daeva's didn't like being bossed around," Sam remarked wearily.

"Looks like it," Liz agreed.

Dean nodded. " Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?"

Sam glanced at him. "Hm?"

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" Dean suggested, smiling and walked away while both Sam and Liz just sighed, wondering what they were going to do with their insane brother.

After retrieving their gear and a quick car drive later, Dean, Liz, and Sam were now walking back to their room.

"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asked, nodding to the bag that Sam was still carrying over one shoulder.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again," Sam stated, "better safe than sorry."

Both Liz and Dean could agree with that as he unlocked the door and they entered the room.

The moment at they entered, they could see the outline of a man standing by the window.

"Hey!" Dean shouted while Sam quickly turned on the light and Liz reached for the bag when the man turned around, revealing himself to be John, their dad. Sam, Liz, and Dean were stunned.

"Dad?"

"Hey, boys, Lizzy," John said as a greeting with a sad smile.

Shocked, Dean and John walked towards each other and shared a long, emotional hug while Sam watched sadly, and Liz was left speechless. After a few seconds, they pulled apart, and John turned to Liz, who he hugged next, and she burst into tears of relief.

John released his daughter and turned to his youngest son. "Hi, Sam."

"Hey, Dad," Sam said softly as he placed the bag full of weapons on the floor.

"Dad, it was a trap," Dean told him emotionally. "I didn't know, I'm sorry."

"It's alright," John said reassuringly. "I thought it might've been."

Dean and Liz both stared, surprised. "Were you there?"

"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive," John confirmed. "She was the bad guy, right?"

Dean, Liz, and Sam all nodded. "Yes, sir."

John figured as much. "Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before."

"The demon has?" Sam asked, concerned.

"It knows I'm close," John informed them. "It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell…actually kill it."

"How?" Dean asked, wondering if it was possible to actually kill a demon.

John smiled. "I'm workin' on that."

"Let us come with you," Sam requested, wanting to help. "We'll help." And both Dean and Liz nodded, too.

"No, Sam," John said, refusing gently. "Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt."

Sam sighed, but actually kept his temper in check for a change, partly because he was glad to see their dad and partly because he was exhausted from being used as a punching bag earlier. "Dad, you don't have to worry about us."

"Of course I do. I'm your father," John stated, smiling slightly. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."

Sam nodded. "Yes, sir."

"It's good to see you again," John said honestly. "It's been a long time."

"Too long," Sam agreed, and they embraced, crying. A minute later, they pulled apart, and the four of them looked at each other tearfully; suddenly, the shadow demon attacked John, and he was thrown into a set of cabinets and fell to the floor. A second shadow demon attacked Sam, who was also knocked to the floor.

"No!" Dean and Liz both screamed before they were also thrown to the floor as well by a third shadow demon.

Outside the motel, Meg, who was very much alive and unhurt, was watching while holding a pendant around her neck, which featured the Zoroastrian symbol.

Sam, Dean, Liz, and John were still being attacked by the shadow demons; they all groaned and screamed in pain as they were flung around the room. Fresh scratches appearing on their faces. Struggling, Sam made his way to the bag of weapons on the floor, and removed a flare from the bag.

"Shut your eyes!" he ordered. "These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" And John, Dean, and Liz all quickly shut their eyes.

Sam lighted the flare, and the room was instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light, causing the shadow demons to vanish; the four of them then felt their way around the room, coughing and sputtering.

"Dad!" Dean shouted while keeping a firm grip on Liz's arm to help her along.

"Over here!" John shouted, struggling to his feet.

The Winchester twins made their way to their dad and helped him up; Sam followed them out of the room, carrying the bag of weapons.

Supporting each other, the Winchesters exited the building and walked down an alley to the car, where Sam quickly put the bag in the backseat.

"Alright, come on," he said, turning to help their dad into the car. "We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back."

Dean, however, had other ideas. "Wait, wait. Sam, wait," he ordered and then turned to their dad. "Dad, you can't come with us."

Sam and Liz both stared at him, surprised and confused. "What? What are you talkin' about?"

"Dean, we've got to get out of here now," Liz added.

John knew what Dean was getting at, and he didn't like it. "You boys and Liz…you're beat to hell," he pointed out.

"We'll be alright," Dean said reassuringly.

"Dean, we should stick together," Sam protested. "We'll go after those demons-"

"Sam! Liz! Listen to me!" Dean snapped. "We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's…he's stronger without us around."

"That might be true, Dean, but when we're together we're also stronger," Liz pointed out. "Sometimes, when we're at our weakest, we're also at our strongest."

Sam nodded and turned to their dad. "Dad, no." And he put a hand on their father's shoulder while both Liz and Dean watched sadly. "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for you…please. I gotta be a part of this fight."

John sighed at he looked at his youngest son with pride; he rarely admitted it, but he was always proud of Sam, and he understood just how much it meant to his kids to be there when the demon was finally put down. "Sammy, this fight is just starting," he said honestly. "And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go."

All four of them were silent for a moment, and close to tears; finally, Sam patted their father's shoulder once, and then let go. John, Liz, and Dean all shared a look, and then John walked to his truck, which was parked nearby; once there, he looked back at them one more time.

"Be careful, boys, Lizzy," he cautioned and then got into his truck.

"Come on," Dean said, and he, Liz, and Sam got into the Impala and watched as their father drove down the alley and turned a corner until he was out of sight, and then Dean, Liz, and Sam looked at each other knowingly. Without a word, Dean started the car, backed into the street, and then sped away.

Meg walked up a flight of stairs that led to the subway and onto the street, and watched as the Winchesters turned a corner. 'Dammit! Dad is so not going to like this.'

A/N: And that's it for this story, which I hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you all for the next one at a later date. R&R everyone!