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Well, here goes...

Chapter 10

Dean raced through the streets of San Francisco, not even caring about the red lights or stop signs that he was running through. He needed to save Melinda, and he needed to save Wyatt's daughter. With one kill, Melinda would be lost forever. She would become the thing that Dean hunted, and he wasn't certain that he would ever be able to kill her.

He'd rather die than have to kill his girlfriend; the woman he loved with all his heart. He didn't even stop to think about what that meant right now.

Reaching Wyatt's house, Dean slammed the car to a stop.

"There's the Mustang," Sam pointed out, "You were right."

"Of course I was," Dean nodded, "It's what I'd do if you had a kid." He and Melinda were two of the same person. They thought alike, and Dean could imagine his own actions if he felt the need to kill. He'd want to make his brother suffer, and what better way than by killing a kid.

Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother's words, but didn't question anything. Deep down he knew that Dean meant if he was the one with poison cursing through his veins telling him to kill.

"She's in there." Pru pointed towards the window to the front room, where Melinda was walking rocking the baby in her arms. Fear went through Dean as he wondered whether it was too late after all.

He flung the Impala's door open and rushed straight up the steps to the house. He didn't even knock or ring the doorbell; just instantly tried to open the door. But it was locked. Melinda had locked herself in the house, so she couldn't be stopped.

"No, Melinda!" Dean bashed on the door.

Bianca frowned from the kitchen. She could hear someone bashing on the front door, and it sounded like Dean. Had they had an argument? Was that why Melinda came over?

Bianca made her way out of the kitchen and towards the door. A sight from the living room stopped her, though. Melinda was standing in the middle of the living room, holding Xandra. There was a glint in her eyes that made Bianca feel uneasy.

"Melinda, what are you doing with Little Bit?" Bianca asked, making her way towards Melinda. The banging on the door was more intense, but Bianca wanted to get her daughter back, "She was sleeping."

"She woke," Melinda said in a sickly sweet voice. Melinda's green eyes had a look that told Bianca nobody was safe right now, "So I picked her up. I was going to kill her, but then I thought...what would hurt Wyatt more?"

Melinda held out her arm, just as the front door was smashed open. Dean ran in just in time to see Melinda shoot off electricity at Bianca. Dean couldn't let someone die, and tackled Bianca to the ground. The electricity hit the hallway wall as Sam and Pru ran into the room.

"Melinda, don't do this!" Sam held his hands up, as a way to show that he had no weapons, "Don't kill anyone."

"Why not?" Melinda asked with a tilt of her head. Dean was helping Bianca up from the floor.

"Please, give me Xandra back, Mel," Bianca feared for her daughter's life. Tears were running down her cheeks. Dean pushed Bianca behind him, and now the Winchesters were in front of the two women in the room, facing Melinda. Could they kill her if they needed to, though? "Don't hurt my daughter, Melinda."

"I'm not going to hurt her," Melinda laughed, "I thought about it. I was going to do it, but I figured that wouldn't be as bad for Wyatt. After all, we've all been through death."

"Not the death of a child, Mel," Pru frowned and shook her head, "He wouldn't get over that."

"No, but there's something else that he wouldn't get over," Melinda smirked, "What if I raised her to be evil?"

Dean's jaw clenched as he feared that he was too late to save Melinda after all. Had she killed someone on the way over here? He put his hand behind him, feeling the handle of the knife. He didn't have the Colt anymore, but he did have Ruby's knife. He pulled out the knife and glared at Melinda. She just looked into his green eyes and laughed.

"Could you really do it?" Melinda then asked, "Could you really kill me? I don't think you could, Dean."

"Why don't you test me?" Dean asked, but he wasn't certain that he could do it. He just needed to put on the face and make it seem like he could do it if he needed. It seemed to have Melinda wondering. She walked to the bassinet and put the baby back down in it. There was a visible sigh from Bianca, as she tried to run towards the bassinet.

"No you don't." Melinda said, waving her arm. A small electricity bolt hit Bianca, causing her to fly backwards towards the stairs.

"NO!" Pru called out, running straight to Bianca to see if she could do anything to help.

"Don't worry, she's not dead," Melinda looked directly at Dean. It was like there was nobody else in the room, "Not yet. I've not had my first kill yet. That's going to be you, Winchester."

Dean had to admit he felt honored. She had moved on from hurting Wyatt to deciding to kill him. This was just three months after saving his life and soul. He was thinking about that too much and missed the movement in the corner of his eye. Sam had pulled out a gun and was about to shoot Melinda. She held out her hand at him and fired off more electricity. It made Sam drop the gun and he stumbled back.

"This is between me and your brother, Sammy-boy," Melinda told him, "You don't want to get in the way of this."

"Don't do this, Melinda," Dean warned his girlfriend, gripping the knife hard with his right hand, "I'll kill you if I have to."

"You see, I don't think you will." Melinda shook her head, and held her hands out to her side. Dean could see flicks of electricity between her fingers. It was like she was warming up for some prized fight. He was going to keep to keep himself on the ball if he wanted stay alive and take Melinda down. He was going to knock her out to get her back to the Manor. They could figure out how to help her from there.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dean asked her, "Attack me already."

And Melinda did. She ran towards Dean, kicking and hitting at him. He'd forgotten that she said she'd trained in martial arts, and damn it she was good. He was barely blocking her hits, trying to stay away from her electricity-charged hands. One jolt and he knew she'd kill him. He'd seen her do it to a demon, and had seen her restart a heart. She had the power in her.

Sam tried to help, but Melinda was quick. She kicked Sam back, forcing him to stumble towards Bianca and Pru. Pru was still helping Bianca, who was struggling after the jolt of electricity she felt.

Something seemed to make Melinda stop fighting. She had a look of pain and confusion on her face. Was this part of the poison? Dean didn't really care right now, he was taking advantage of her momentary lack of concentration. He kicked her backwards, making her stumble and fall over the couch. Dean rushed to Melinda, and grabbed her by the wrists, pinning them above her head on the floor. He then held the knife up high. Could he do it? He thought he might have to.

"Dean?" Melinda suddenly called out, confusion in her green eyes. Was this a trick? Dean kept his poker face, but looked into her eyes, "Dean, help me! Please, just do it."

She was pleading for death? Dean lowered the knife. He wasn't going to be able to kill her, especially now that she seemed to be coming back to her normal self. While he hesitated, Melinda's eyes turned back to the evil glint that she had and she laughed.

"You should have done it when you had the chance." Melinda said, and then raised a leg to knee Dean in the balls. Pain shot through his whole body, and he couldn't breathe. All he could do was let Melinda kick him off her and then roll them over so she was on top. She pulled the Colt out of the back of her jeans, and held it at Dean's head.

"Goodbye, Dean!"

Dean clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, getting ready for death. But before Mel pulled the trigger, she screamed. It was a high-pitched scream that made Dean fling his eyes open. There were only a handful of times he'd heard that scream. It meant she was in pain.

Melinda fell to the ground beside Dean. It gave him a chance to sit up and grab Melinda.

"Hey, Mel..." What was happening to her? Was this poison killing her because she hadn't killed yet? Dean could just hold her up, as she grabbed her head on either side. She continued to scream, but was shouting at someone to get out.

"Get out! Get out!" Melinda screamed at the top of her lungs, and before anyone could do anything, she just passed out.

Dean cradled Melinda and looked towards Sam and Pru, who were helping Bianca stand. Bianca had her hand on her chest, rubbing it as if her heart hurt.

"What just happened?"

"That was the spell Wyatt was looking for. But it's not meant to do that." Pru simply said.

Wyatt had found the spell and managed to get inside his sister's head. But he couldn't stay there. It was a maze of evil thoughts and voices. How could Melinda stand being inside her own head? No wonder she wanted to kill someone.

He couldn't quite tell where she was, but he could hear her screaming. She knew that he was inside her head. He thought back to when Hen was inside his head, when he was evil. He didn't have a clue that Hen was there. Why was this reacting differently?

Suddenly, Wyatt felt himself pulled out of Melinda's head and his eyes snapped open. He looked at Chris, Riley and Dana. They were all in the attic watching him intently.

"I don't know what happened?" Wyatt answered them honestly, "I got there but...I don't know what happened to her."

All sorts of questions ran through Wyatt's head. What had just happened to his sister? Had he killed her by going into her head? Was the poison doing something dangerous to his baby sister?

I was so close...so close to killing Dean...

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