AN: Nearly forgot that later today I'm leaving for a 14 hour car ride for Thanksgiving break, and I didn't want you make y'all wait that long, so I wanted to give you an update today! Now, I originally planned on making this chapter full of fluff and romance and falling in love but-... Well, you'll see that it takes a bit of a turn by the end.


Physically, Dean had definitely seen Sam worse. But from his constant shivering and trembling, the way he'd moan, thrash, (beg) in his sleep, he knew his brother's mental capacity had reached its limit at some point during his time in that godforsaken warehouse.

Crowley was a dick, no question about it. Sam had yet to tell Dean exactly what he went through under Crowley's hand, but the kid wasn't in great condition. He'd been sleeping in double digits, a more than rare occurrence in the hunting world. Dean wasn't sure whether the re-occurring nightmares Sam was having were worth the rest. Truly, he'd found himself in quite a pickle.

The kid was tough, but he wasn't invincible. Maybe Dean was complicating things, but he swore Sam looked skinnier than before, but the bunker was beginning to run low on food.

"Sam asleep?" Dean asked Meg, who had been confined to the bunker until they decided what to do with her, and she was currently planted inside a roomy devil's trap, but she was less than happy about it.

"Think so. You going somewhere?"

"Food run. Don't try anything while I'm out."

Meg scoffed. "Don't really have much of a choice, you dick."

"Have fun!" Dean gave a little wave, along with a smug grin, because even though she'd helped him get Sam back, she was a demon, and the mother of the Anti-Christ, there was no telling what she might try to do.

"I hate you." She called after him. She huffed, taking note of Angela's sleeping form on the couch.

Meg was bored out of her fucking mind. Honestly, she hadn't expected to make it this far. She'd expected to get her ass handed to her before she so much as saw Sam again, let alone find out he had rescued her kid. So when they brought her back and stuck her in a devil's trap, she was glad to be alive, but still felt like a fucking goldfish in a tank.

So. Fucking. Bored.

"N-no..."

Oh, great. Sam's night-terrors had started again. Well, she says 'night-terrors,' but his dreams apparently missed the memo that it was two o'clock in the fucking afternoon.

But then Sam screamed as though her daddy-dearest had crawled out of the Cage just to rip him a new one, and the sound was far from pleasant.

Meg was no saint, but she was far from heartless. And she knew personally how much being Crowley's bitch sucked ass, and it wasn't fair to make Sam suffer through it over and over.

Dean was gonna be pissed with her if she got out of the trap, but she didn't actually want to leave the bunker in the first place. Outside was a world of Crowleys; greedy dicks who would love to sink their paws into her and her kid. The bunker was safe, warded about just about everything, and she wasn't chained to a wall or a bathroom sink. Not to mention how the world's best hunters were sort of protecting her in there, so overall, it was her best option.

Good thing Meg didn't give a shit about manners, so she got on her knees at the edge of the trap, and spit. She rubbed at the spot with her finger until just a sliver of the trap was broken, and she stepped free.

Sam's miserable cries had gotten louder, it was a miracle that Angela hadn't woken up yet. Meg made quick work of avoiding all the traps that could've rendered her entire plight useless. She even had to break through a wall to get past one, but it was necessary, and worth it, because she finally made her way into Sam's room.

"Hey, c'mon, Sammy, wake up." She started with a gentle shake of his shoulder. When that didn't work, she decided to give his face a smack, because hey, she is a demon. Bedside manner isn't exactly her specialty.

Sam's eyes snapped open, and he jerked up, nearly head-butting Meg in the face.

"Easy, big boy." She gently pushed him down until he was resting back on the bed.

"Meg?" He squinted, and his brow furrowed, "What- why- how'd you get out of the trap?" His flinch didn't go unnoticed.

"Calm down, I'm not here to hurt you. You were screaming in your sleep again, and Dean's gone, so... Here I am."

"You-you slapped me!" He rubbed his slightly sore cheek.

"You weren't waking up." She answered simply.

"Well- thanks." His voice was so flat, the Sam she knew had seemingly vanished,

"Look, Sammy, I played Clarence's nurse for a while, I picked up on a few things. You just bottle all that shit up, it ain't gonna get any better, Trust me."

"What shit?"

Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm not your brother, Sammy. You don't get to play dumb with me. You're having nightmares about Crowley right?"

He remained silent, but that was answer enough.

"Thought so. You let all that build up inside you, it's only a matter of time before it comes spilling out, and believe me, it ain't gonna be pretty. Just do something the easy way for once in your life, and fucking let it out."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean buck up and tell me what happened. You ain't the only one that had to put up with Crowley. Go on. Spill it."

"I don't want to."

"Didn't ask if you did. Just told you to do it."

"Not gonna happen, Meg."

"Fine." Meg crossed her arms, settling down at the foot of his bed. "Then I'm not leaving."

"What are you, five?"

"You're off a few centuries, but sure, we'll go with that."

They both sat in uncomfortable silence for what felt like far too long, both positive that the other would cave soon. Stubbornness wasn't the best quality for either of them, but damn was it prominent right then.

At last, the silence was broken with a sigh from Sam. "Why do you even care?"

"You went through enough shit already. You don't need to deal with it in your dreams too. I worked in an asylum, Sammy. Talking helps, alright? If you really wanna keep screaming in your sleep, then fine. No skin off my nose."

Silence simmered between them once more, and at last, Sam broke it again. "It just started with him hitting me."

'Bout damn time, kid. "Figured. Your face still kinda looks like shit."

It scrunched in response. "Thanks." Sam said dryly. "Anyway, yeah. Just a couple good hits and whatever. Enough to make me really out of it."

Been there, done that.

"After about- I don't even know how long really- but, after a while of that, he took me out of the chains."

That explained the state of his practically raw wrists.

"He dragged me over to a-..." He paused for a moment. "A water tank."

Meg could make a fairly good guess as to where this was headed.

"Held me under 'til I thought I was gonna pass out, then he'd pull me back out long enough to get a few breaths in, then he'd shove me back under again."

Waterboarding. Could be fun so long as you weren't the one nearly drowning.

"Passed out a few times, and after a while, he asked me if I'd had enough..." He stopped there, and gave a slight twitch as he tried to push back the traumatic memories.

"And then what?"

"I-I don't want-"

"And then what, Sammy?" She prompted with a bit more force.

It was strange how someone so big could look so small. His what could sometimes be cold and uncaring eyes were now cast downward, full of pain, and possibly even fear. Hands he once used to kill demons were placed in his lap, his thumbs twiddling nervously. His entire frame was hunched over, almost childlike in a way. Overall, he just seemed so- scared.

"I-I said yes, and then he-... he stuck me with a cattle proud."

Yikes.

"Like- a lot. Probably more times than I remember."

"Anything else?" She asked.

"Well, after that, I was about ready to pass out forever, but... then he came in with two needles."

That wasn't a technique that was familiar to Meg, and she was almost scared to find out exactly what it was. Almost.

"The first one was some kind of sedative, but right when I thought I was gonna pass out, he stuck in the other one. It was some kind of adrenaline I think, cuz it forced me back awake. He used those on me for a few hours. I don't- I don't really know how much time actually passed."

Not being human meant Meg didn't need to worry about sleep, but she was well aware of its vitality to humans. She'd used it as her own torture method before, and recalled how devastating the effects had been. Well, devastating for the human anyway. She had had a grand old time.

"That why you been sleeping so much?" She asked.

"Yeah. Still tired as fuck, and not to mention how I never actually make it through a single night without screaming my way out of a nightmare, but whatever."

True. "Well, you got out on your own somehow. How'd you do it?"

"Got Crowley thinking I was a lot more broken than I really was. Figured he'd eventually show me Angela. And I was right. He brought her in, and then I got him close enough to knock him out. I convinced Angela to lower the chains, and then got her to trust me enough to run with me. I'd barely made it through one hallway when I ran into you and Dean. Kinda thought you were Crowley's demons at first."

"That explains why you decked your brother in the face."

Call her crazy, but Meg thought she saw a ghost of a smile on Sam's face. "Yeah, felt pretty bad about that. I'd been meaning to ask, how'd you guys find me anyway?"

It was apparent that he was eager to start a conversation that didn't involve him relaying the torture he'd endured. "Found one of Crowley's minions, threw in a little torture, and boom. We got a location."

"Good thing you did. I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it all the way through."

"But you did. And you got to kick Crowley's ass along the way too. That's a hell of a lot more than I can say. You beat him, Sam. And you got our kid back. You don't need to be afraid of Crowley anymore. Sure, he's a dick, but you're free now."

Sam gave her an odd look. "Did you say 'our' kid?"

Shit, did she? "Guess I did. She is technically ours. Is that so weird?"

"I mean- kinda. Hey uh... What're you planning to do with her after you leave?"

Meg scoffed. "If I get to leave."

"Yeah, hang on, if you got free, how come you didn't run? You could've."

She shrugged. "We're safer here. I don't exactly wanna parade out of here after I just got away from captivity. Being held hostage by the world's most feared hunters is probably the safest we're ever gonna get."

"So, what? You're gonna stay here forever?"

"Until I find something better, yeah."

"Meg I-" He fumbled for the words. "I gotta ask why."

"Why what?"

"Why aren't you like other demons? You stayed at the asylum with Cas, you probably could've killed him anytime you wanted. Hell, you broke free just now and could've wasted me in my sleep. But you didn't. Why didn't you?"

Meg shrugged. "It would've been rude."

"C'mon, be serious."

"I am. You saved Angela, and left me alive. You're an idiot, but a determined one, I'll give you that. But I'm not gonna kill you because it's convenient for me."

"Why not? Any other demon would."

"What exactly are you looking for from me, Sammy? Some tear-jerking confession about how I'm in love with you or some shit?" She huffed, but her snippy demeanor morphed into sincerity. "I don't know, Sammy. As many times as I've wanted to kill you before..."

Isn't that comforting?

"I just- there's something about you. The more I see you, the more I don't want you to get killed. There's just- I don't know."

Sam's eyebrows scrunched together. He was grateful that she didn't want him dead, but her logic behind it was somewhat- unnerving. "Well- thank you for talking with me. I really do think it helped."

"Told you it would." She stated smugly. "Now that I'm free to move, where's your fridge?"

"Here, follow me." Sam rolled out of his bed, and led her to the kitchen. "Don't think we have a lot of fo-"

Before he'd finished the sentence, he heard clinking glass, and a beer was held out to him.

"C'mon, it won't bite. Drink it."

Sam took the beer, muttering a thank you. He took a good swallow of it, eyeing Meg for a moment. She was definitely a strange one, but- he wasn't exactly afraid of her. Just perplexed.

"Feeling better?" Meg asked with a sip of her beer.

"Think so, yeah."

"Wanna fuck?"

Sam choked on his drink.

"Yeesh," Meg commented, lip quirking up in a light smirk. "Coulda just said no."

"Did- did you seriously just ask me that?"

Meg shrugged. "Well we've got time to kill, so why not? I saw what soulless Sammy's like, what about real Sammy?" She slinked closer, tucking a strand of his (pullable) hair behind his ear. "C'mon, can't blame a girl for being curious."

"Meg, I-" Meg had seen him hurt, angry, in heat, but never really confused. It was cute, but nowhere near as exciting as the other emotions. "I really haven't been well lately. This isn't a good idea."

"I've never been well, but this sounds like a great idea to me. C'mon, it'll help you feel better, even if it's only for a little while. I promise I'll be gentle." Ha.

"I-I'm not gonna have sex with you just because you're bored!" Sam protested.

"How about because we're both bored?"

"Meg!"

She giggled. "Or how about because..." She placed a hand on his chest, slowly moving it down until it rested above the waistline of his pants. Her eyes roamed further down until they landed on his crotch. "It looks like you want it."

Okay, just because his dick was a little excited didn't mean that he wanted it... Right?

"Give me one good reason why we shouldn't, and I'll drop it." Meg offered.

"Because-!" Sam started, a little too hastily, since he really couldn't come up with a decent reason. After a huff, he finally just breathed out, "Oh, fuck it." And his lips hungrily met hers, and he could feel her smiling against his mouth.

He was about to willingly fuck a demon. Out of fucking boredom! Because why the hell not?


AN: Like I said, I totally meant to make them fall in love in this chapter, but then Meg's snarky personality took me here instead. Next chapter will push this story up to an M rating if you get my drift. Tried to make it a less graphic one, but here's your-

Sneak Peek: "Meg may have promised to be gentle, but as we all know. Demons lie."

Next chapter is smut. Sorry, wasn't my original intention, but it happened. Again, sorry. Will most likely be the last one, but there will be an exciting announcement at the end of it that y'all will really want to hear. Drop a review, and I'll see you in like a week!