I wonder what'll happen now...Sam had better turn up soon or Dean's in deep do-do...
All things Supernatural belong to Eric Kripke...he's such a genious, giving us a horror story and eye-candy every week.
This would take place after 'Sin City'.
Dean struggled to breathe and as Meg closed her hand more: she was telekinetically strangling him. "Why'd you even keep me alive for this long?" he choked.
"I'd really wanted to take a few more hits at you, but you're bait, Dean. I know you boys well enough to know that when one goes missing, the other won't be too far behind. But I guess little Sammy will have to rescue your body." She pushed him against the wall harder.
Dean struggled, trying to escape, but her she had a steel-like hold on him. I have to warn Sam somehow. I gotta keep him away from here. Why would she even want Sam? I'm the one that shot her old man. He shut his eyes, expecting his life to end any minute. At least Sam will be safe…
Meg rolled her eyes, slightly bored by this Winchester. "Come on! I was expecting more of a performance! At least a scream or two would be nice." But only silence filled the room until: click. The demon felt something being pushed against her host head.
"Put him down now."
Meg turned to find herself looking at Sam, who was holding a loaded gun that she hated and feared, the one that had killed Azazel: the infamous Colt.
She turned around, still pinning Dean against the wall. "I didn't hear you come in, Sammy." She greeted. The youngest Winchester had a look of fury on his face. "But now that you're here, how about we get the party started." She flicked her hand and Dean flew across the room, his head banging hard against the wall.
He was out cold, and Sam looked shocked and even slightly scared. The demon laughed as he began to slowly walk backwards towards the next room. Her feet padded softly against the floor, so silently she could have been floating. She looked Sam in the eyes, black meeting brown. "Are you gonna shot me, Sammy? Are you gonna kill me?"
"It's Sam." he said, suddenly stopping and glancing up. The look of surprise and fear had vanished and in its place was a look of triumph.
The demon followed his gaze and a look of rage came over her face as she saw a Devil's Trap that had been painted onto the ceiling.
"I never thought it'd be that simple. How'd you fall for it?"He asked, the scared look vanishing. "It's the oldest trick in the book."
"Guess I'm a little slow today," she shot back, trying to find a way out of the circle. Sam brought a chair over and put it behind her.
"Sit." he ordered, forcing her onto it. Sam produced two cable ties from his pocket and attached her thin arms to the chair. He stood back and looked at the sight before him. The demon had made a mess out of it's victim.
Compared to the pictures that Sam had seen of her, Becca looked tired and slightly thinner. Her hair was messy, as though it hadn't been brushed since she had gotten possessed. She was wearing a surprisingly modest dress, but no jacket. The happy teen from the picture was gone, and in its place was a exhausted, demon-ridden girl. She was wearing a twisted smile that didn't suit her face.
The demon narrowed its eyes as it guessed what Sam was thinking about. "Do you like what I've done with her? I chose to let her go shoeless just to add that little extra bit of…torture." Sure enough, when Sam looked at her feet, they were cut all over. Bloody footprints covered the floor, showing a path of where she had walked.
Sam tried to ignore it as he talked to her. "Once I talked to Becca's father last night, I figured I should check out the place. It's…nice." he commented, looking around the room.
The demon looked at him."I'm guessing you came last night while I was getting your big brother. Someone's obviously not afraid of the dark."
Sam shrugged. "No, guess I'm not." He was rather abrupt with his response, but he wanted to see if he could get any information out of the demon before he exorcised it. "I reckoned that I should be prepared in case I ran into you later on. And what a lucky thought that was."
The demon watched him as he paced around her. "I wanted you to come here. You're not the smart one this time."
Sam's face looked startled for a second, but he covered it up quickly. "Is that why you took Dean? To get me to come here?"
'Becca' smirked at him, and decided that she wanted to play with him. "Maybe. Mind you, if I had a choice, Dean would have done me just fine. But no, my boss wanted little Sammy."
"Your boss? I thought it was one for all with demons."
"It is sometimes, but she was offering something that was worth breaking our 'code of conduct' for." The demon could tell she was getting on Sam's nerves as his body tensed. But finally, he let his annoyance out.
"Who are you working for? What is she offering?" Sam demanded, pointing the gun in her face.
"Revenge." The demon laughed.
"Who is it?" Sam asked a little more persistently, putting the gun against her forehead.
"I'm not gonna tell you. You're just gonna shoot or exorcise me anyway. But I'll tell you one thing-she's killing to meet you." The demon settled down onto its chair, a satisfied look on its face.
Sam shook with anger. He hated demons. He took in a deep breath and began the exorcism ritual, when he was interrupted.
"Dean's worried about you, you know."
And now you have read most of the original stuff with a little Meg mixed in. I'll let you guess who the demon is that she's worrking for...it's kind of obvious and if you've seen the third season you'll know. But for those who're a little confused, I'll explain in the next chapter. ;0)
