As the three Winchester men made their way to the entrance of the house, they were slammed into trees, all three, pinned against them by some unseen force. They could feel slashing against their skin, as if their invisible enemy were some kind of a wildcat.

"Come out and show yourself!" Dean yelled, his teeth clenched against the pain.

The laughter that he heard echoing around him set him on edge.

"I said show yourself, you friggin bitch!"

Suddenly, right in front of his face was a blonde girl with short hair.

"Now... you just aren't being hospitible at all..." she clucked in mock hurt.

"Hi, Sam." she smiled, walking over to him and stroking at his cheek gently.

Sam jerked away, and Dean growled. "Get away from him!"

"Oh, and what are you going to do about it, Dean? Huh?" She asked, telepathically clawing at all three of them again...


Meanwhile, inside, Lana sat in the bathtub, mostly clothed, surrounded by a line of salt.

"Okay, I'm not even gonna ask why you're sitting there..." Nell sighed, sitting on the edge of the tub, "but, why is there salt all over this formerly clean house?"

"Dean... told me... to..." she managed to wheeze out, hands clutching her swollen belly in pain.

"Oh, oh, my... is it coming? Now?" Nell asked, standing up worriedly.

"Y-y-yeeesss..." Lana wheezed.

"Why didn't you get me?!" Nell fussed, looking at her worriedly.

"Dean... Dean's coming..."

"Right, well, Dean was in Florida last time you talked to him, honey. That's hours away..."

"He'll... be here... Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

"Shhh... shh... okay, okay, breathe for me, honey..." Nell sighed, taking her hand. "How long?"

"Two hours." Lana admitted.

"Good, good, then we have time to take you to the hospital---"

"No! Not leaving until he gets home!" Lana yelled.

Biting her lower lip, looking at the young girl she'd mostly raised as her own, Nell reached for the nearby cellphone, dialing 9-1-1.

"Yes, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" said the voice on the line.

"My niece is in labor right now!" Nell cried. "She's sitting in the bathtub; I don't think she can be moved..."

"Just relax, m'am..." The operator soothed. "How far apart are the contractions?"

Nell grimaced as Lana bared down on her hand again.

"Close. Maybe two minutes."

The operator frowned. "Check your niece." he said. "See if she's dialated."

Nell nodded, instructing Lana to lean back.

"Um... something must be wrong..." Nell said worriedly.

"What do you see, m'am?"

"A huge, round blobby... thing..."

"Baby must be crowning."

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Lana screamed.

"Tell her to push, m'am, to a ten count. Take deep breaths in between; we'll walk you through it..."


It took a lot of strength to get away, but, finally they had managed to get out of her grip and back to the cars. Bloody and hurting, they knew they couldn't leave the house... or Meg. Almost telepathic in their own way, they rammed the vehicles at her so that she was pinned in between them, appearing to be smashed in half. Dead.

"Dude... next time you wanna get laid... try not to find a monster bitch, okay?"

Sam rolled his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. Walking slowly inside, John followed his sons, who appeared to be half dead themselves. Not that John looked much better, but, suddenly, their steps quickened when they heard loud screaming across the hall...