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Meg strolled into the room with a frown plastered on her face, she looked at the three standing before her, her eyes narrowing slightly. Evelyn stepped forward, grabbing a bottle of Holy Water from the desk she had been sitting on and unscrewing the cap. The cap was almost undone when Meg flung her arm to the side. Evelyn felt a tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach just as she was lifted off the floor and thrown across the room like a rag doll. She heard a grunt as she collided with Dean, both slamming into the bookshelf that leaned against the wall. Sam stood up from his desk, eyeing Meg as he stepped around it.

"I want the Colt, Sam - The real Colt - right now."

Sam continued to edge around the desk, getting closer to the unconscious bodies of Dean and Evelyn. "We don't have it. We buried it." Sam's voice was quiet as he spoke.

Meg stood still, watching Sam place himself between her and his friends. "Didn't I say 'no more crap'? I swear - after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed." She started slowly pacing towards them, her eyebrows shot up as she spoke. "First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two Chuckleheads." Sam backed away from Meg as she continued to advance. "Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Two shadows appeared in the door frame behind Meg, one of them leaning against the frame nonchalantly before it spoke. "Actually," Meg glanced over her shoulder, her eyes falling upon Evelyn then shifting to Dean as he spoke, "we were counting on it."

Meg turned fully towards the two, her frown deepening as Dean glared at her. A small smile played at the edge of Evelyn's lips as she and Dean looked towards the ceiling. Meg followed their stares, revealing the black painted symbol on the ceiling. A Devil's Trap. Meg looked back towards the two, hatred written across her face.

"Gotcha." Dean's face was impassive as he glared at the Demon.


Bobby arrived shortly after Meg was trapped, happy to see everyone was alright. Evelyn felt relief flood through her as she wrapped Bobby in a hug before quickly filling him in on the events that had happened before. Bobby listened intently, nodding every once in a while to make sure she knew he was listening. Once he was filling in, he instructed the three to find a chair and some rope to tie Meg to, decreasing her chances of escape from the Trap. They followed the instructions quickly and once done, stood back to examine Meg.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." A smirk spread across her lips as her gaze fell on Dean and Sam, ignoring Evelyn as she rolled her eyes.

Evelyn turned as she heard Bobby's footsteps approaching, he entered the room holding a large, rusty red can, screwing on the lid as he walked. "I salted the doors and windows. If there's any demons out there - they ain't gettin' in."

"Thank you, Uncle Bobby." Evelyn allowed him a small smile before returning her gaze to Meg. She saw Dean and Sam nod out of the corner of her eye. Dean looked towards Sam for a moment before standing up and walking towards the edge of the Trap. He looked down at the trapped demon, his face a mask.

"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean's voice gave away nothing, no wavering or fear for his fathers life.

Meg's head tilted slightly before she spoke. "You didn't ask very nice."

Dean blinked slowly, his eyes fixed to Meg. "Where's our father, bitch?"

Evelyn, Bobby, and Sam watched in silence as Dean confronted the demon. Meg made an 'O' with her mouth, mock shock filling her features. "Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She gasped, a smile gracing her lips. "Oh wait, I forgot, you don't."

Dean lunged forward, grabbing the arms of the chairs. Evelyn stepped forward, watching intently as Dean yelled at Meg. "You think this is a friggin' game?" His face was inches from Meg's. "Where is he? What did you do to him?" Dean's voice was rough as he yelled, the anger lighting his eyes.

Meg looked Dean in the eyes, staring for a moment. "He died screaming. I killed him myself." Amusement dripped from her words.

Dean stood motionless before the demon. Evelyn sensed Sam shift behind her as the words left Meg's lips. Dean lashed out, striking Meg across the face. A gasp of pain escaped her has her head flung to the side. Evelyn took another step forward, slightly shocked at what Dean had done. Meg's head whipped back up to face Dean, her breathing heavy.

"Dean-" Evelyn began, only to be interrupted by Meg.

"That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl."

Dean glared down at Meg. "You're no girl." Another small smile spread across Meg's face as she looked up at Dean.

Evelyn stepped forward once more, grabbing Dean's shoulder and tugging it slightly. "Dean." She used more force in her voice, instantly grabbing his attention. He turned away from Meg and followed Evelyn into the adjacent room, brushing past Bobby and Sam.

"Are you okay?" Sam looked down at his brother, concern filling his big Brown eyes.

"She's lying. He's not dead."

Evelyn rounded on Dean, glaring at him. "Dean, you have to be more careful with her. Don't hurt her."

Dean stared at Evelyn incredulously. "Why?"

"Why?" Evelyn felt her voice rise slightly, she took a deep breath before speaking. "Because she really is a girl. A human being. That's why."

Sam leaned forward, his eyes shifting between Dean and Evelyn. "What are you talking about?"

Bobby interjected, sensing Evelyn's frustration. "She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"

Dean looked over his shoulder at the small woman who sat tied to the chair. "You're trying to tell me," he pointed towards Meg, "that there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?"

Evelyn and Bobby nod, Evelyn pinching the bridge of her nose before speaking. "You boys have a lot to learn."

Dean looked back at Meg, her glare never leaving his face. "That's actually good news."


Sam stood with his fathers old journal resting in his hands, the journal opened to a page of scribbles and writings that Evelyn hadn't bothered reading. She already knew what it was, an exorcism, she had many of those memorized. Evelyn paced the room, hating that Bobby hadn't joined them in here with Meg. Sam and Dean shared a look before both stepped forward.

Meg's eyes followed Sam. "You going to read me a story?"

"Something like that," Dean's glare never left Meg, "hit it, Sam."

Sam looked up from the book, beginning to chant. "Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino..." He continued the exorcism, slowly circling around Meg. A smile formed on Meg's lips as she rolled her eyes towards Dean.

"An exorcism?" Her eyebrows rose. "Are you serious?" Bobby looked across the rooms from his spot at the windows, hearing Meg's question. Evelyn stopped her pacing and looked towards Sam as he continued reading.

"Oh yeah, we're going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Dean glared down at Meg, watching her with the same intense gaze he had before, his eyes never wavering.

"... tribuite virtutem deo." Sam looked up from the journal as he spoke, pausing as Meg flinched in pain. Surprise flickered across his face, he and Dean made eye contact before Dean glanced back at Meg. Evelyn started pacing again, watching the three from the corner of her eye.

Meg looked back at Sam, hatred lacing her words. "I'm going to kill you." She looked towards Dean then her eyes slid towards Evelyn, a wicked smile splitting her face. "I'm going to rip your bones from your body." Evelyn stopped once more, turning towards Evelyn, studying her.

"You won't be doing much from where your going, honey." Evelyn's hands instinctively went for the Holy Water she had placed in her back pocket earlier, feeling comforted by the thought of just knowing it what there. She didn't take to kindly to being threatened by demons.

"You're going to burn in hell unless you tell us where our dad is." Dean was rooted to his spot, not having moved fro where he stood before Meg. She glared at him silently, refusing to speak. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan." Dean nodded at Sam to continue.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica..." Sam's chant filled the silence. Evelyn watched, shocked, as Meg started to shiver. Sam moved to stand next to Dean. Meg gasped in pain, causing Sam to pause, looking up at the Demon strapped to the chair.

She panted, her breathing heavy and erratic as she spoke, forcing the words out. "He begged for his life." She inhaled deeply, "with tears in his eyes." Venom coated each word as she spoke it. "He begged to see his son's one last time." A inhaled sharply. "That's when I slit his throat." Evelyn's eyes widened in surprise and horror, Dean's eyes shifted around the room before landing back on Meg.

"Ergo..." Sam continued reading from the beat up journal.

Dean leaned forward, his eyebrows scrunched together in anger and hatred, Evelyn felt herself stepping forward, angry but not knowing why. "For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march straight into Hell and slaughter every one of you son's of bitches myself, so help me God!" Evelyn found herself standing next to Dean, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the scene before her unfold.

"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae." An unnatural wind below through the room, lifting Evelyn's hair as it swirled around her. She looked towards the books piled on a table as the pages started to flip from one cover to the other. Meg's grip tightened on the arms of the chair, her teeth grinding together. "Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt..." Meg cried out in pain once more, causing Sam to pause once again.

"Where is he?" Dean walked around Meg, now standing next to her. Evelyn watched the movement from where she stood, wondering how far these two brothers would take this.

Meg's eyes stared forward, "you just won't take 'dead' for an answer, will you?"

Dean darted forward, yelling into her ear. "Where is he?"

Meg's eyes shot to the side, "dead!"

Meg's head dropped as Dean crouched next to her, his face inches from hers. "No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" Sam and Evelyn looked towards Dean with obvious concern. "What are you looking at?" Dean's eyes were read, his frustration clear for everyone to see. "Keep reading."

"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Meg cried out as her chair started sliding around the circle. Her breathing erratic as she was flung from side to side, the wooden chair scrapping across the floor. Dean and Evelyn stepped back in shock. Evelyn had never seen something like this happen during an exorcism. "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi..."

"He will be!" The words ripped from Meg's mouth.

"Wait!" He held his hand up to Sam, desperation in his voice. "What?"

"He's not dead." Meg rolled her neck, her eyes landing on Evelyn "But he will be after what we do to him." Sam and Dean exchanged glances once more.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Evelyn stepped forward now, asking the obvious question that was on everyone's mind.

"You don't."

Dean looked towards Sam quickly shouting his name, telling him to continue.

"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Where?" Dean asked, leaning closer.

"I don't know."

Now Sam spoke up, "and the demon we're looking for. Where is it?"

"I don't know! I swear!" Desperation filled her voice as she continued breathing heavily, trying desperately to catch her breath. "That's everything! That's all I know!"

Dean glared down at Meg, turning to walk away from her. "Finish it." Sam glanced at him with concern, his eyes following his brother.

"I told you the truth!" She looked over her shoulder, trying to follow Dean's movements.

"I don't care..."

"You son of a bitch, you promised!" She looked over her other shoulder, glaring at Dean.

"I lied!" He yelled at the Demon, leaning closer as he did so. "Sam?" He glared at Meg for a moment until Sam didn't reply. He looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Sam!" He looked up with shock as Dean walked towards him. "Read."

"We can still use her, she may know where the demon is."

"She doesn't know." Dean's voice was gruff, Evelyn moved towards the two, Bobby doing the same.

"She lied!" Sam was holding Dean's arm as he spoke.

"Sam! There's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere. We've got to help her!"

Bobby reached the brothers before she did. "You're gonna kill her."

Dean turned towards Bobby, "what?"

Evelyn spoke now, knowing where Bobby was going with this conversation. "You said she fell from a ten story building, correct?" She paused, Dean's looking at her incredulously, causing a shiver to race up her spine. "That girl's body is broken." Evelyn allowed herself a quick glance at Meg before continuing. "The only thing keeping that girl alive is the Demon inside. Exorcise it and she's going to die no matter what we do."

Dean looked at each of the people standing before him as if they had turned against him. "Listen to me, both of you, we are not going to leave her like this."

Evelyn's gaze fell on Dean, she spoke calmly. "I'm not saying to leave her in the state she is. All I'm saying is, are you ready to possibly end an innocents life? By exorcising the demon, there is no way she'll survive."

"Then we're putting her out of her misery. Sam, finish it!" Sam glanced around the group before looking back at Meg's shivering form. "Finish it." There was a hint of anger in Dean's voice. Sam walked back towards Meg, continuing his chanting.

"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri..." Meg started to shake, her body whipping back and forth in it's chair faster than the human eye can follow, moans of pain passing through her lips. The pupils in her eyes dilated, covering every inch of her eye until there was nothing left back chair creaked as she struggled against her bonds, the roped straining to hold her in place. Meg threw her head back as black smoke spewed from her lips and disappeared into the Devil's Trap that was drawn over her. A scream escaped her, forcing it's way out with the smoke. Everyone looked up in shock, feeling as if her scream of pain would never end. Meg's head feel forward, limp. All the black smoke now free from her body. No one moved, no one said a word, they just stared at the broken body. A trickled of blood slipped down the girls lips, slowly dripping from her mouth. She gasped quietly, her body shaking as she struggled to sit up.

"She's still alive." Evelyn whispered, moving forward without a second thought.

Dean turns to Bobby, speaking quickly, "call 911, get some blankets and water." Bobby rushed from the room.

Evelyn had already started untying the girls bonds, loosening the ropes that wrapped around her wrists. Dean and Sam stepped forward, Dean working on the other ropes.

"Thank you." The girl gasped, her voice barely a whisper.

"Shh, shh, just take it easy honey." Evelyn finally pulled the ropes free just as Dean did.

"Come on, let's put her down." Dean reached under the girls thigh and grabbed her gently by the arm, preparing himself to lift her. Sam moved Evelyn gently to the side, mimicking Dean's movement. They both lifted, pulling the girl out of the chair as if she weighed nothing. She cried out in pain, gasping for air. Sam apologized each time she made any sound. They laid her gently on the floor, whispering to her as she struggled to suck in air.

Evelyn moved to the girls side, trying to think of anything she could do to help her. She could see no external wounds, all where internal, something she knew she couldn't fix.

"A year..." The girls voice was strained as she attempted to speak. Evelyn reached out and grabbed her hand, shushing her gently. The girl looked towards Sam as he raised his eyebrows in a question. "It's been a year."

"Sh, just take it easy." Sam looked down at the girl, watching as blood slowly streamed from her nose and mouth. Dean glanced around, his eyes wide, not knowing what to do.

"I've been awake for some of it." She spoke slowly, struggling to get the words out. "I couldn't move my own body. The things I did, it was a nightmare."

Dean looked at the girl, determination lining his face. Evelyn saw the look and knew she wasn't going to be pleased with what was to follow. "Was it telling us the truth about our dad?"

"Dean!"

"We need to know." His glance towards Sophia was quick.

"Yes..." The girl gasped. But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him." She swallowed, the effort visible.

"If Dad's alive, none of that matters."

At that moment, Bobby walked back into the room, a blanket in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He hands the glass to Dean and the blanket to Sam. Sam passed a corner of the blanket to Evelyn, allowing her to help him cover her. Dean lifted the girls head gently, bringing the glass to her lips and allowing her to take a small sip, she coughed as the water slid down her throat.

"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked the question now, looking at her as he continued tucking the blanket around her.

"Not there... Other ones... Awful ones."

"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asked. Evelyn looked at the boys in anger, they were questioning a dying woman. She felt they should leave her be, let her die in peace.

"By the river..." She gasped, the pain obviously getting the best of her. "Sunrise..."

"Sunrise?" Dean shook his head slightly. "What does that mean?"

The girls eyes looking to the side, no longer seeing. She no longer struggled for oxygen to enter her lungs. Evelyn reached forward, placing two fingers on the girls eyelids and gently closing them. Everyone stared down at the girls no lifeless body, pain entering each of their expressions.

"What does that mean?" Dean repeated.


I know it's long and I sincerely apologize, but I do hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!