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Chapter 9
After Meg had settled back down on the couch and she finally looked Missouri in the eye she sighed as she asked, "What can you tell me?"
Missouri smiled as she told her quietly, "You are a very old soul."
"She has an old soul?" Sammy asked as his brain spun in a million different directions as to what things that could mean for the situation.
Missouri sighed as she told the room, "She has lived a long time… you can take that many ways."
"I don't know how old I should be up here…" Meg said in a barely audible voice as she sat her glass down on the coffee table in favor of twisting her ring around and around on her finger.
"But you spent thousands of years downstairs." Dean stated quietly because unfortunately he understood all to well how that worked as would Sammy if he could remember.
Meg nodded as tears sprang to her eyes. This was more difficult than she imagined it would be to dredge the past up this way, she thought to herself as she chewed her lip in anxiety filled nervousness.
Dean could relate, he had only spent four months up top time downstairs… forty years too long… his body shivered as he thought about the blood, the smell and the endless screams… he was brought out of his thoughts by Sam placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing. He smiled sadly up at Sam as he pushed Dean over to sit beside him.
"Anyway…" Dean sighed as he said, "Where do we go from here?"
Missouri looked at them as if studying each one before she told them. "I can tell you to look into something called the 'Hawthorne Knot'. That will lead you to the place you need to be."
"But…" Dean started to say but blinked in surprise when Missouri disappeared.
He jumped up as he yelled, "What the fuck?" He turned to stare at Bobby as he called out, "Bobby?" who was looking around the room in shock.
"Angels." Meg said softly as she seemed to shrink against the couch; as if the couch could hide her from what had taken Missouri.
Sammy sat down beside Meg as he asked her, "How do you know it was Angels?"
"I can smell them." Meg whispered as she looked around in fear.
"Well, that's useful to know." Dean said with a touch of sarcasm as he called out, "Cas… need a conference. Can you step on down?"
Dean looked around and said when nothing happened, "Huh…"
Sammy whispered as he looked from Meg to Dean, "Maybe he's being watched right now."
"Could be." Dean said with a shrug as he asked Bobby, "What now?"
Bobby headed toward the study as he said over his shoulder, "We work with what she told us."
Dean asked as he followed behind, "And that is?"
"The Hawthorne Knot." Bobby stated as he sat down at his desk and pulled his laptop to him.
Sammy looked at Meg still hiding on the couch before he asked, "Does that mean anything to you?"
Meg rubbed at her forehead where a headache was quickly forming.
"Meg?" Sammy asked as he placed a hand on her knee.
"I feel like it should but…" She said suddenly stopping as she doubled over in agony when it felt like a knife was slashing into her head.
Sammy took a hold of her arms as he held her in place when she tried to curl up into a ball away from the pain.
"Meg… does it seem familiar?" Sammy questioned firmly, not letting go as he tried to get an answer.
She nodded yes, but then moaned as the pain seemed to double.
"Bobby what the hell? First Missouri and now Meg?" Dean snapped as he tried to figure out what was happening.
Bobby looked at Dean and as he shrugged he suggested softly, "Maybe we are getting too close to the truth… but why would that be a problem?"
Sammy was talking gently to Meg as she started crying; she had never felt the kind of pain she was experiencing when out of the blue she said, "Missouri is at home. She doesn't remember anything."
"How the hell do you know that?" Dean asked in shock. 'Could this day get any weirder?' he wondered silently.
"I don't remember… I mean I don't know…" She struggled to say.
Dean snatched his cell phone off the desk where he laid it earlier. Looking up Missouri's number he called her waiting to see if she actually picked up. To his surprise she did after only the second ring.
"Hello, Dean. Haven't heard from you and Sam in awhile…" Missouri said conversationally.
"Uh, no… been kinda busy… just checking to see if your okay." Dean struggled to come up with why he would call seemingly for no reason.
"Yes, Dean I am. Be sure and call to tell me what this is all about when you get done with whatever you're up to." Missouri said with a hint of a smile in her voice as she hung up.
"Ok, weird." Dean said as he looked over once again to Sammy and Meg.
"Is it lightening up at all?" Dean asked starting to get a suspicious feeling growing in the pit of his stomach.
"Uh, no… maybe." She mumbled as she tried to decide if it was getting better or not.
He gave Bobby a look and then headed for the kitchen.
After Dean was out of the room, Bobby stood and mumbled something about meds for Meg and followed Dean.
"Subtle..." Meg whispered as she tried to smile at Sammy.
"Meg, don't get pissed. But I have to ask… has this ever happened before?" Sammy asked her as he studied her face while he waited for her answer.
"What? A migraine?" She asked feeling as if in a foggy haze.
"No… the migraine and then knowing something." Sammy ammended as he continued to stare at her.
"What?" She looked up as she said sarcastically, "Like a physic?" She asked as she snorted.
"Yeah, exactly like that." Sammy stated while he crossed his arms across his chest as he waited.
"No, I'm not one of you." She snapped as she glared at him before she clutched her head once again.
"Are you sure about that?" Sammy asked quietly as he unconsciously raised an eyebrow while he waited for an answer.
TBC
