Sam ran to Tiffany's side and rolled her over on her back seeing blood come out of her nose and her mouth he decided to roll her on her side. Dean dropped the phone and ran to get a wet rag. Sam looked at the phone hearing Meg's laugh. Dean came back and started wiping the blood away. He grabbed the phone and shut it. Meg's laugh taunted Tiffany's mind as she continued to cough up the blood. Finally she stopped and she opened her eyes.
"What happened?" she asked noticing the blood around her.
"Meg got inside your head," said Dean caressing the side of her cheek. She felt so wiped out. "They've got dad too."
"Meg?" asked Sam. Dean nodded sadly and helped Tiffany up. "What'd she say?"
"I just told you Sammy." Dean wiped the tears in his eyes. He just came to the conclusion two people in his life were about to die. "Ok…ok. Get dressed, Tiff." Tiffany nodded and grabbed her bag and clothes. Dean grabbed the Colt and his duffel bag.
"What are you doing Dean?" asked Sam.
"We got to go."
"Why?"
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright? It knows we've got the Colt, it's got dad, it's probably coming for us next." Tiffany pulled off getting dressed in front of the guys without them even noticing. She grabbed her duffel bag.
"Good, we've still got three bullets left. Let it come," said Sam
"Listen tough guy, we're not ready! We don't know how many of them are out there. Now were no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now!" Dean walked out the door with Tiffany following close behind.
Once the three of them were in the car Dean didn't waste time stepping on the gas pedal and getting the hell out of there. "I'm telling you Dean, we could've taken him."
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping dad alive, we've just got to figure out where. They'll want to trade him for the gun." Sam started shaking his head. "What?"
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad…he might be…"
"Don't!" yelled Dean making Tiffany jump.
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."
"Screw the job, Sam! Tiffany almost died back there! Did you not notice all the blood pouring out of her mouth and nose?!"
"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
"Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already? Listen to me! Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!"
"So how do we find him?"
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."
"Come on, Dead, you really think these demons are gonna leave a trail?"
"You're right, we need help." Dean sped down the road and didn't want to stop until they were in South Dakota.
After a long drive to South Dakota, Dean pulled up to Singer's Autos that morning. It was a dirty house surrounded by car parts. There was a blue pickup truck sitting just outside with a dog lying on top. The three of them got out of the car and walked towards the house. Dean knocked on the door and Bobby answered.
"Oh, hell, this can't be good," said Bobby.
"Hey, Bobby," said Dean as Bobby invited them in. "This is Tiffany." Tiffany gave him a little wave and smile.
Bobby leads them into his den. Sam sat behind the desk looking at a large book while Bobby pulls out two bottles. "Here ya go."
"What is this? Holy water?" asked Dean.
"That one is." He held up a bottle. "This is whiskey." Bobby took a swig and handed the bottle to Dean who also drinks from it. He gestured for Tiffany to have a drink but she shook her head. She needed her game head on right now, not her drunken head one.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come," said Dean.
"Nonsense, your daddy needs help," said Bobby.
"Yeah but the last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything." Tiffany raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah well what can I say? John just has that effect on people."
"Yeah, I guess he does."
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."
"Bobby, this book…" said Sam amazed. "I've never seen anything like it." The three of them walked over to look at it.
"The Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."
Sam pointed to a picture in a book. "And these protective circles…they really work?"
"Hell yeah. You get a demon in one, they're trapped…powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel." Sam and Tiffany laughed.
"The man knows his stuff," said Dean.
"I'll tell you something else too…this is some serious crap you three stepped in."
"Yeah? How's that?"
"Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops."
"Yeah?"
"This year, I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us…a lot more."
"Do you know why?" asked Tiffany.
"No, but I know it's something big. A storms coming. And you boys, you daddy and Tiffany…you are smack in the middle of it." Dean and Sam exchanged a look and Tiffany let out a deep breath and bit her bottom lip. They heard the dog barking form outside. "Rumsfeld, what is it?" Bobby looks out the window to see Rumsfeld gone from the hood of the truck. "Something's wrong." Meg kicked down the door of the house and walked in. Dean takes the bottle of holy water from his pocket.
"No more crap ok?" Dean walked towards her unscrewing the bottle but she hits him and he gets flung against the wall and falls to the ground. Tiffany runs over to him to make sure he's ok. Meg headed for Sam and Bobby and they began to back away. "I want the Colt, Sam…the real Colt. Right now!"
"We don't have it on us. We buried it," said Sam.
"Didn't I say, 'No more crap'? I sweat, after everything I heard about you Winchesters; I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun…" Tiffany slapped Dean's face to wake him up. He jumped at first but saw her. She helped him up and pointed towards Meg. "And then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men, I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Dean and Tiffany walked up behind her.
"Actually," said Dean. "We were counting on it." Meg faces the two of them and they look up at the ceiling. Meg looked up to see one of the protective circles from the book. "Gotcha."
SUPERNATURAL
Dean and Sam tied Meg to a chair while Tiffany and Bobby salted the doors and windows. They came back into the room and over to the boys. "We salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there, they aint getting in." They nodded and Dean headed towards Meg.
"Where's our father, Meg?"
"You didn't ask very nice," said Meg.
"Where's our father, bitch?"
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth?...Oh, I forgot, you don't."
Dean leaned in very close, just inches from Megs face. "Hey you think this is a frigging game?! Where is he?! What did you do to him?!"
"He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg smiled at him. Dean couldn't hold his anger anymore and back handed her. Tiffany watched in horror as Bobby and Sam looked shocked. He hit a girl. "That's kind of a turn on…you hitting a girl."
"You're no girl."
"Dean," said Bobby and Dean walked over to them.
"You ok?" asked Sam.
"She's lying, he's not dead."
"Dean, you've got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her," said Tiffany remembering the demons her and John had caught. She looked at Meg and then back Dean.
"Why?"
"Because she really is a girl, that's why," said Bobby.
"What are you talking about?" asked Sam.
"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" They looked at Meg, who was shaking in her chair.
"You're trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Bobby and Tiffany nodded. Dean looked at Meg again. "That's actually good news." Sam grabbed John's journal and him and Dean walked over to her.
"Are you gonna read me a story?"
"Something like that. Hit it, Sam." Sam started to read the exorcism in Latin.
"An exorcism? Are you serious?"
"Oh we're going for it baby…head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Sam continued to read and Meg grimaced and moaned in pain. Sam stopped reading and looked at her.
"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."
"No, you're gonna burn in hell…unless you tell us where our dad is." Meg is quiet and holds her ground. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan." Dean nodded to Sam.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potesta, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregation, et secta diabolica." Meg started to tremble and screamed in pain.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Sam looked at Dean nervously. Tiffany bit her lip and looked at Bobby.
Dean leaned over to Meg inches away from each other. "For your sake I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God." Tiffany stared at Dean horrified. Ok, so this is a demon, sure it deserves this kind of treatment but…the look in Dean's eyes, it scared her.
"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis." Pages of a book start to flip on their own but Sam continued. "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt." Meg started to shake and scream again.
"Where is he?" asked Dean.
"You just won't take dead for an answer will you?"
"Where is her?!"
"Dead!"
"No he's not! He's not dead, he can't be!" Sam looked at Dean confused. "What are you looking at? Keep reading!" Tiffany looked away from Dean. She couldn't look at him. Meg laughed a little looking at Tiffany. She could feel her eyes on her and she turned. Bobby looked at between Tiffany and Meg, watching Meg stare at her. Dean turned around. "Don't you look at her."
"Look at the way she looks at you, Dean. Like some kind of monster." Dean looked at Tiffany seeing the horrified look in her eyes. He turned back to Meg ignoring it. He couldn't break down now, not now!
Sam tried to finish the exorcism and Meg screamed louder. The chair began to move around the room and the lights flickered. Her chair stopped moving and she said, "He will be!" Sam stopped reading.
"Wait! What?!"
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him."
"How do we know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't."
"Sam!"
"A building! Ok? A building in Jefferson City!"
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!"
"I don't know!:
And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?"
"I don't know, I sweat! That's everything. That's all I know!" She had tears on her face and she was breathing heavily.
Dean turned to Sam. "Finish it."
"What? I told you the truth!"
"I don't care."
"You son of a bitch! You promised!"
"I lied! Sam?" Sam said nothing. "Sam!" He walked over to Sam. "Read."
"We can still use her…find out where the demon is."
"She doesn't know."
"She lied!"
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her!"
"You're gonna kill her," said Bobby walking over to them.
"What?" asked Dean.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die."
"List to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that."
"She is a human being," said Tiffany walking up to them.
"And we're gonna pure her out of her misery," said Dean. Tiffany has never seen this side of Dean before and it was scaring the hell out of her. "Sam finish it." Sam finished it.
Meg's eyes turned black and she tilted her head up to the ceiling and let out a long loud scream. A cloud of black smoke erupted from her mouth. The four of them watched. Meg's head fell forwards afterwards. She didn't move and looked dead. Blood started to drip from her mouth and she tries to lift her head slowly. Blood was running from her nose and mouth.
"She's still alive," said Dean. He turned to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." Bobby left and Sam and Dean help Meg out of the chair.
"Thank you," said Meg quietly and weakly.
"Shh, shh…just take it easy, alright? Shh…" said Sam.
"Come on, let's get her down." They picked her up and carried her to the floor. She groaned in pain and Tiffany felt so horrible for her.
"Sorry, sorry, I've got you. It's ok, it's ok," said Sam.
"A year…" she said quietly.
"What?"
"It's been a year."
"Shh…shh… just take it easy."
"I've been awake…for some of it. I couldn't move my own body…the things…the things I did…it's a nightmare."
"Was it telling us the truth about our dad?"
"Dean," said Tiffany warningly.
He looked at Tiffany and then Sam. "We need to know."
"Yes but it wants you to know…" said Meg. "That they want you to come for him"
"If dad's still alive," said Dean. "None of that matters." Bobby returned in the room with blankets and a glass of water. Tiffany took it and helped Meg drink some, she tried but she spit it out.
"Where's the demon we're looking for?" asked Sam.
"Not there…other ones…awful ones."
"Where are they keeping our dad?" asked Dean.
"By the r-river…sunrise."
"Sunrise? What does that mean?" Meg was silent. "What does that mean?!" Meg laid there, she was dead. Tiffany put her hand to her mouth and felt an arm around her shoulders. It was Sam. Dean and Sam exchanged a sad look and Dean looked back at Meg's lifeless body. The three of them got up and walked away from Meg's body. Tiffany took one last glance at her and then she felt a hand on hers.
"Are you ok?" asked Dean holding her back from walking.
"Dean…no…no I'm not. For once in my life…I am really not." She looked up at him.
"We did what we had to do…"
"That's not it…Dean, you scared me. The look in your eyes, it was…" She looked into his eyes. "Murderous."
"Baby, you need to listen to me." He held her hands in his holding her close to him staring into her eyes. "I did that to find my father. I did it to find that demon out there so me and you can have a home together." She nodded holding back the tears and the lump in her throat.
"Just don't scare me again ok? It was as if…I didn't know you." His hands on hers were tight and he nodded and kissed her forehead. The two of them walked out of the house towards Bobby and Sam. They were standing by the Impala.
"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here," said Bobby.
"What are you gonna tell them?"
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." He handed Sam the book they were looking at earlier. "Here, take this. You might need it."
"Thanks," said Sam.
"Thanks…for everything. Be careful, alright?"
"You just got find your dad. And when you do, bring him around, would ya? I won't even try to shoot him this time." They laughed. Dean and Sam gave him a knowing nod and got into the car.
SUPERNATURAL
"You've been quiet," said Sam. He and Tiffany were looking through the book Bobby had given them.
"Just getting ready," said Dean. Tiffany glanced at Dean who was loading a gun and then back at the book.
"He's gonna be fine Dean," said Tiffany looking back at him. Dean didn't say anything. He didn't feel like having a heart to heart with anyone right now.
"Hey Tiff, look…" Sam pointed to the diagram. He turned to the trunk wiping some dust off and started to draw on it.
"Dude, what are you drawing on my car?!"
"It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it." Sam broke the chalk in half and handed it to Tiffany to draw on the other side.
"So?"
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox."
"So?"
"So we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get John," said Tiffany in a 'duh' voice.
"What are you two talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us," said Dean.
"We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon. We've got to use them on the demon," said Sam.
"No, we have to save Dad, ok? We're gonna need all the help we can get."
"Dean, you know how pissed dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun."
"I don't care! I don't care what dad wants ok? And since when do you care what dad wants?"
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that too! Hell you're the one who came to and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this Dean! I'm just trying to finish it!"
"Well, you and dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? Tiff and I are gonna be the ones to bury you. You're selfish you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge!"
"That's not true. I want dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is out only leverage, and you know it. We cannot bring that gun. We can't."
"Fine."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"I said 'fine', Sam." He took the Colt out of his coat pocket and placed it in the trunk. Dean closed the trunk and they started walking…in silence. It was eerie silence. Tiffany didn't like it at all. She felt like she was walking to her death. They reached a few trees and hid behind them before going any further. Tiffany looked up at an apartment building and saw a sign.
"Hey, you guys, I think I know what Meg meant by 'Sunrise.'" She pointed to the apartment building.
Dean and Sam looked over. "Song of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people, they can possess almost anybody inside," said Dean.
"Yeah and make anybody attack us," said Sam.
"And so we can't kill them…a building full of human shields," said Tiffany.
"They probably know exactly what we look like too. And they can look like anybody."
"This sucks out loud," said Dean.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Alright, so how the hell are we gonna get in?
"Pull the fire alarm. Get out all the civilians."
"Ok, but then the city responds in what, seven minutes?"
"Seven minutes, exactly," said Tiffany.
Dean took a deep breath. "Alright, let's go."
When Dean and Tiffany saw Sam enter the building they waited for him to pull the alarm. Once he did everyone started evacuating the building and the fire trucks, ambulances and cop cars started to show up. Tiffany looked at a fireman and then at Dean smirking. She walked up to him.
"Excuse me," she said smiling at him. He turned around and smiled. "What's happening? Is there a fire?"
"Well, we're figuring that out right now little lady. You may want to stay back, you might get hurt."
"Oh." She bit her finger and she turns to Dean. "Baby, what about our yorkie?!"
"He pees when he's nervous…" said Dean.
"Please just stay back," said the fireman. Dean put his arm around Tiffany and headed towards where Sam was hiding with fireman outfits.
The three of them got dressed in them and Tiffany smiled at Dean. She walked passed Dean and whispered in his ear. "You look sexy in this uniform." She smacked his ass and Dean smirked. Sam chuckled and the three of them headed inside the apartment.
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up," said Dean. He held the EMF detector in front of him as he searched each apartment.
"You never told me that," said Sam. Outside one of the apartments the EMF started to beep. The three of them exchanged a look.
"This is the fire department, we need you to evacuate!" yelled Dean knocking on the door. When the door starts to open Tiffany and Sam spray them with fire extinguishers to distract them while Dean shoved them into a closet. Tiffany and Sam hold the door closed while Dean poured a ring of salt on the floor. The three of them took their uniforms off and headed into the bedroom to find John tied up. "Dad?" asked Dean rushing over to him and checked to see if he's ok. He looks up at Sam and Tiffany. "He's still breathing." He took out his knife and started to cut John's rope.
"Wait, wait," said Tiffany.
Dean looked at her. "What?"
"He could be possessed for all we know."
"What are you nuts?"
"Dean," said Sam. "We've got to be sure." He takes out the bottle of holy water and pours some on John. He woke up and looks at them oddly.
"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?" Sam and Tiffany smiled feeling a little relieved.
"Dad, you ok?" asked Dean.
"They've been drugging me." He sighed and looked around at the three of them. "Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, dad. It's safe," said Sam.
"Good, boys. Good, boys…and girl." Tiffany chuckled.
The four of them head towards the door of the apartment when the door burst open and two men that were possessed came in. "Go! Go!" yelled Sam.
"Back! Back!" yelled Dean. They rushed back into the bedroom and locked the door behind them. Tiffany was holding the handle when an axe came through inches from her face. She stared at it with widened eyes. The men looked at her.
"Are you ok?" asked Dean.
She looked at the axe and back at them. "Y-yeah." She let go of the handle backed away from the door. John leaned on Tiffany and Dean while Sam put salt by the door. Tiffany nodded toward the window and opened it up. Dean went out first and Tiffany helped John through it and then Sam and her followed. Sam covered the windowsill in salt before he climbed down the fire escape. The four of them reached the sidewalk and began casually to walk back to the car. Suddenly a man comes around the corner and knocks Sam down to the ground. He started to punch Sam and Dean rushed over to him and kicks the guy but it doesn't stop him. He sends Dean into a windshield. Tiffany jumped on his back and she was thrown into the brick wall and falls unconscious. Dean pulled the Colt out and shot the demon in the head.
Dean helped Sam up and they rushed over to Tiffany. "Tiff…Tiffany…come on baby." She made a groaning noise and moved a little but she was still unconscious. Dean picked her up and carried her to the car.
SUPERNATURAL
The Winchesters pulled up to a rundown building and decided to hide out there for a while. Dean picked up Tiffany and carried her into the building. He held her close and kept kissing her forehead. John smiled weakly at the two of them. John patted Dean on the shoulder as Dean sat on the bed still holding Tiffany in his arms. Dean looked up at John to see John's approving look in his eyes. "You did good boy…both of you…" He looked at Sam and Sam nodded putting salt on the door. He turned back to Dean. "You two…remind me a lot of me and your mother…I would do anything for Mary…" Dean stared at John. "Just like you would do anything for Tiffany…"Dean looked back at Tiffany and kissed the crown of her head and kept it there. John went to the other room and laid down.
"Dean…" Dean looked down to see Tiffany opening her eyes. She held onto his shirt tightly.
"I'm here…baby, I'm here…"
"I'm sorry…"She coughed a little into his chest.
"Shh…shh…you did nothing wrong. Just rest ok." She nodded and leaned her head into his chest closing her eyes again falling back to sleep.
"Are they ok?" asked Sam. Dean finally looked at his brother to see that his right eye was bruised and swollen.
"They just need a little rest…how are you?"
"I'll survive. You don't think we were followed here do you?"
"I don't know." He looked down at Tiffany and watched her breath so gently and lean into him. "I don't think so." He looked back up at Sam. "We couldn't have found a more out of the way place to hole up."
"Yeah, hey, uh…Dean…you um…you saved my life back there."
"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun huh?"
"Man I'm trying to thank you here."
Dean glanced at Tiffany and then back at Sam. "You're welcome." Dean gently laid Tiffany on the bed and wrapped the covers around her. Sam walked to the other side of the room. "Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there."
"You didn't have a choice, Dean."
"Yeah I know. That's not what bothers me."
"Then what does?"
"Killing that guy, Killing Meg…I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you, dad or Tiff…the things I'm willing to do or kill, it just…it scares me sometimes." Sam watched Dean walk around the room sadly as John walked into the room.
"You shouldn't, you did well," said John.
"You're not mad?" asked Dean a little confused.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet."
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you…you watch out for this family. You always have."
"Thanks…" The lights started to flicker and the wind began to blow outside. The three of them moved to the window.
"It found us, it's here," said John.
"The demon?" asked Sam.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door."
"Already did it."
"Well, check it ok?" Sam nodded and left the room. "Dean you got the gun?"
"Yeah."
"Give it to me."
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It vanished."
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry." Dean held the gun in his hand looking at it and then looked at John. "Son please." Dean took a few steps back from John towards Tiffany. "Give me the gun. What are you doing Dean?"
"You'd be furious."
"What?"
"I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one." He raised the gun and cocked it. "You're not my dad. Tiffany get up." He stared at John still aiming the gun at John. He shook her and she groaned waking up feeling soar.
"What Dean?"
"Just get up."
"Dean it's me," said John. Tiffany rubbed her eyes and blinked a couple times seeing the sight before her. Dean was aiming the gun at John.
"Dean what the hell are you doing?!" She got off the bed and Dean stopped her from moving by grabbing her arm.
"I know my dad better than anyone and you aint him."
"What the hell has gotten into you?" asked John.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Sam walked into the room and did the same thing as Tiffany. He blinked a couple times. "Dean? What the hell is going on?"
"Your brother has lost his mind," said John.
"He's not dad."
"What?"
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."
"Don't listen to him, Sammy."
"Dean, how do you know?" asked Tiffany.
"He's different."
"You know we don't have time for this. Sam you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me." John looked at Tiffany. "Tiffany remember what it did to your mother, how you had to live without a mother…no one to turn to." He looked back at Sam. "Sam?"
"No, no…" John started to cry.
"Fine, you're both so sure? Go ahead. Kill me." He hung his head in shame and sadness. Dean, nearly in tears starts to lower the Colt. "I thought so." John looked up and his eyes were yellow. Sam and Dean were pinned to the wall and they couldn't move. John walked over to Tiffany, she couldn't move. "Hey beautiful," he said and ran his hand across her cheek. "Wow, you do look a lot like your mother…that's too bad you don't know how she looked…"
"Get your filthy hands off of her!" yelled Dean.
"Come on, sugar give daddy a kiss." John leaned in and kissed her. Tiffany squirmed under his hands and he let go. "Taste just like your mother too. By the way how's those powers handling? Tiffany felt her walls breaking and she stood there staring at him as he slowly pushed through her mind. She started to fight back and she felt blood start to come out of her nose. John smirked. "I like that, your powers are growing. Good, we're gonna need that." John grabbed the Colt and looked at the boys. Tiffany still couldn't move but she felt him leave her head. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been."
"It's you isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time," said Sam.
"You found me."
"But the holy water…"
"You think something like that works on something like me?" Sam tried to lift his head but the demon kept him there.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." He placed the gun on a table. "Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy." John chuckled. "Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…this is worth the wait." He turned to Dean. "Your dad? He's in here with me…trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'hi', by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
"Let him go or I swear to God…"
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." He moved closer to Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?"
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?"
"You've got to be kidding me."
"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" Dean looked over at Tiffany and back at John who was smiling wickedly at him. "Oh, that's right. I forgot, I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right."
"You son of a bitch."
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" asked Sam.
"You mean, why'd I kill mommy and pretty little Jess?"
"Yeah."
John looked back at Dean. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything." He looked at Tiffany smirking. "Something I bet you never had the courage to do." He looked over at Sam. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way."
"In the way of what?"
My plans for you Sammy…you…and all the children like you and Tiffany."
"Listen…you mind just getting this over with huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing."
John walked back over to Dean. "Funny, but that's all part of your M.O. isn't it? Mask all the nasty pain. Mask the truth."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is…they don't need you. Not like you them. Sam…he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight. It's more concern than he's ever shown you. And Tiffany…you said that you two would be together when this is all over…when will it be over? How can you be together when it doesn't end?" Tiffany felt tears fall down her cheeks, he was right.
"I bet you're real proud of your kids too huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them." John lowered his head and then raised it staring straight at Dean. Dean started to scream because he started to bleed heavily from his chest.
"Dean!" yelled Tiffany. She wanted to move. She wanted to be at his side.
"Dean! No!" yelled Sam.
"Dean! Please stop it!" Dean continued screaming as more blood poured out of him.
"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" Dean begged and the bleeding got heavier and he moaned in pain as blood began to pour out of his mouth. Tiffany felt herself get free from her spot and run over to him.
"How the hell…" yelled John but he smirked letting her watch Dean die.
"Baby, come on…please…" She lifted his head. His eyes were slightly opened and he smiled weakly at her.
"I need to…tell you…something…"
"Shh…don't talk like that…" She wiped the blood from his mouth with her hand. "You're gonna be ok."
He smiled a little. "Then…why are you crying…"He tilted his head back in pain and looked at John. "Dad…please." Dean hung his head and he was unconscious.
"No, no, don't leave me!" yelled Tiffany hitting his arms. "You promised. You promised not to leave me! We promised each other!" She cried and turned her head to see John's head lowered and then lifts his head up.
"Stop…" John's eyes were normal. "Stop it." Sam and Dean drop to the floor and Tiffany holds Dean up and laid him gently on the floor. Sam grabbed the Colt and pointed it at John and the demon was taking over again. "You kill me, you kill daddy!"
"I know." Sam shot John in the leg and he fell to the floor unconscious. Dean opened his eyes looking up at Tiffany. She started crying and he smiled weakly at her rubbing his hand on her cheek. She leaned down and hugged him.
Sam ran over to the two of them. "Dean? Hey, oh God, you lost a lot of blood."
"Where's dad?"
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean."
"Go check on him."
Tiffany nodded. "I got Dean." She helped Dean into a sitting position.
"Sammy!" yelled John waking up. "It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me! You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart son!" Sam raised the gun and cocked it. "Do it now!"
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it!" yelled Dean.
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me! Shoot me!" Sam struggled with the decision. "Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
Dean cried and held tightly onto Tiffany. "Sam…no."
"You do this! Sammy! Sam!" John screamed and a cloud of black smoke came out of John's mouth and it disappeared through the floorboards. John looked at Sam sadly and breathing heavy. Dean pulled Tiffany into him holding her tightly. He looked at his father and brother sadly.
The four of them were in the car driving to the hospital. John was in the passenger seat, clearly in pain. Sam was driving. Dean and Tiffany were in the back seat. They were both covered in blood. Tiffany was from helping Dean into the car and everything that had happened in the building. Tiffany was holding Deans hand and running her hand through his hair trying to relax him. "Just hold on alright. Hospitals only ten minutes away," said Tiffany.
"I'm surprised at you Sammy. Why didn't you kill it?" asked John. "I thought we saw eye to eye on this…killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything." Sam glanced at Tiffany and Dean in the rearview mirror. "No sir. Not before everything. Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over alright. I mean we already found the demon…"
Tiffany looked to her right and screamed as an 18 wheeler slammed into them. Tiffany and Dean laid unconscious in the backseat on top of each other. Sam and John in the front seat unconscious also. They were all bloody and bruised up. The truck driver got out of the truck and headed towards the Impala…
