A/N: What is happening? I never update this much. Ever.

So after much consideration, I've decided to continue this AU, crazy as it may seem (In reality, I couldn't let Meg just die. She is one of my favorite characters. So, after last week's episode (Which was awesome for us dual Megstiel/Destiel shippers), I decided she needed a place in the Bobby universe).

So, here we go!

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis." - Exorcism Proper

"Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent." ― Neil Gaiman

"Fair is whatever God wants to do." ― Leif Enger

"It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime..."― Khaled Hosseini

"The Prince of Hell shrugged. 'Shit Happens.'" ― Jana Oliver

Bobby Winchester never makes it home.

Well, she shouldn't say that.

Bobby Winchester's body makes it home. But she's not really there.

Working the early shift, you can meet a lot of creeps.

Cady LaRue sighs as she counts the cash in the register. She's been working at this gas station for three months and still hasn't made enough money to get those John Mayer tickets. Her parents had told her to get a job, 'cause they weren't paying for them, leading her to apply here.

Needless to say she hated it.

Cady glances up when the door chimes, watching carefully. It's this old dude, 'bout 60, in a cheap grey suit. "Hey there," she says, acting friendly, even though she gives less than a fuck, "You need anything?"

"Why, yes, I do think you'll be perfect." The man walks slowly up to the counter. Cady takes a step back, confused. He reaches the counter and leans on it, eyes turning black. "You'll do just fine."

God, she hates this dress.

Bobby tugs her chest, trying to get some breathing room as she marches down the road. She'd bought this back when she had been a C cup, but her boobs had gotten bigger, much to her delight and her father's disdain.

Bobby grins as the green lights of the BP station grew closer and closer. She is freezing and dirty and wanted to get home to her family. Her sneakers slap against the pavement as she jogs towards the door.

She pulls open the door and nearly fell on her face, the newly washed linoleum making her slip. Looking up, she spots an employee, maybe seventeen, looking at her.

"Uhm, hi."

The girl glares at her, snapping her gum loudly.

Bobby straightens up, immediately slipping into socially awkward mode. "Uh, could I borrow some change for the payphone? When my dad gets here, he'll pay you back."

The girl, her name tag says "Cady", doesn't say anything, but still hands her the change. Bobby takes it and goes to make her call. She's slipping the quarters into the machine when something catches her eye.

Sticking out of the edge of the candy aisle, there's a foot.

She turns around slowly, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. The girl is standing there, her eyes all black.

Oh, come on.

Bobby's pissed. She just got back to the world of the living and now there are demons after her. This is totally unfair.

This day legitimately sucks balls.

The girl growls and Bobby snaps back to the present.

"Don't worry, kiddo, this won't be too painful." she says, stalking forward. Bobby breaks right, running towards the exit. The demon follows her and they skid around the store, Bobby fleeing and the girl chasing. Prey and predator.

Bobby feels the floor block her feet and she's falling, landing on the body of an old man. His skin is cold and her powers click in to tell her he's been dead for a good hour (They're annoying like that. Anything dead, be it a spider or a goldfish, she knows how long ago it kicked). She screams ('Cause, dead guy) and feels herself being dragged off the body. The girl's nails dig into her bare ankles and her dress is sliding up and, Jesus H. Christ, she's gonna be possessed.

The demon's grinning now, and all Bobby can think is, "OhGodohpleaseohGodnopleaseno nonoNO!"and then darkness.

Humans are a pain.

Meg ponders this as she pulls the old man's body out to the dumpster, the new Winchester meatsuit sweating. She's a good looking girl, tall and curvy, with her daddy's weird eyes and hair color. She reminds Meg of young Mary Winchester, back when she and Azazel were scouting her out. Very pretty, just in the wrong family.

It surprised her the kid didn't have a Pentagram tattoo herself. Taking over her body had been almost too easy.

Meg rubs her head as she set the man down. This necromancer shit was gonna be a pain; some of the properties had stuck with the body, like this constant reminder that the old dude had been dead for three hours. Her head ached and ached, like a constant punch to her brain.

Meg leans against the wall, a sudden searing pain exploding behind her eyes. "Oh, fuck!"

And through this blinding ache, she can (Dare she say it) hear the word, "NO!" run through her mind.

Meg straightens up, gasping for breath. The little shit was still there.

This was going to complicate things.

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