Sorry for the long wait. My Internet was off for a few weeks, then finals started. So here's the new chapter.
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The Impala's engine shut off as Dean parked the car. He stepped out of the car and walked to the trunk, opening it and packing some equipment into a metal tool box. Sam was looking at a newspaper while glancing at a building across the road from them. The front page of the newspaper said a second murder in two months. Sam put down the newspaper then he and Selena exited the car. Dean closed the trunk and walked over to them.
"All right, Dean, this is the place." Sam said.
"I've got to say Dad, Selena, and me did just fine without these stupid costumes." Dean said. The siblings were disguised as security alarm repairmen, Selena was also wearing a surgical mask to hide her scars. They began to walk down the sidewalk towards the building across the street. "I feel like a high-school – drama dork. What was that play that you did? What was it – "Our Town". Yeah, you were good. It was cute."
"Look, you want to pull this off or not?"
"I'm just saying these outfits cost hard-earned money."
"Whose?"
"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?" The siblings entered the building and found the landlady, telling her they were checking the security alarm in the victim's apartment. The landlady took them up to the apartment and let them in.
"Thanks for letting us look around." Sam said to the landlady.
"The police said they were done with the place, so…" The four walked further into the apartment and Dean closed the door. Once they got the living room, the siblings saw a big stain of blood on the floor and some more stains of blood in random places on the carpet. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?" The landlady asked.
"That's right." Dean replied.
"Well, no offense, but your alarms are about as useful as boobs on a man."
"Well, that's why we're here. To see what went wrong, to stop it from happening again." Dean walked over to the windows, while Selena pulled down her mask a little so she could find a scent, her brow furrowed as she couldn't find any scent in the apartment except for the stale scent of blood and policemen. Weird.
"Now, ma'am, you found the body?" Sam questioned. The landlady nodded.
"Yeah."
"Right after it happened?" Sam wandered to the windows, looking for any signs of entry.
"No, a few days later. Meredith's work called. She hadn't shown up. I knocked on her door. That's when I noticed…the smell."
"Any windows open? Any sign of a break-in?"
"No. Windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was the door. We had to cut it just to get in."
"And the alarm was still on?"
"Like I said. Bang-up job your company is doing."
"Did you see an overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of a struggle?"
"Everything was in perfect condition…except Meredith." Sam looked at the landlady.
"Well, what condition was Meredith in?" He asked.
"Meredith was all over, in pieces." The landlady gestured to the floor. " The guy who killed must have been some kind of a whack job. But I tell you, if I didn't know better, I'd have said a wild animal did it." Dean looked at Sam silently.
"Ma'am, you mind if we take so e time, give this place a once-over?"
"Go right ahead. Knock yourself out." She then left. Dean opened the tool box and took out two E.M.F meters. He gave one to Sam.
"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment-no weapons, no prints, nothing." Dean said. Sam looked at him.
"I'm telling you, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Sam said. He and Dean stood up, turning on the E.M.F meters.
"So, you talked to the cops?" They started walking around the apartment, looking for spirit activity. Selena looked at the blood stains, tilting her head a little.
"Uh, yeah, I spoke to Amy. A, uh, charming, perky officer of the law."
"What did you find out?"
"Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila." Dean started to get off track. "I mean…whew. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo."
"Dean!" Dean looked at Sam, startled.
"What?" Sam gave him a look. "Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know, except for one thing they're keeping out of the papers. Meredith's heart was missing."
"Her heart?"
"Yeah, her heart."
"So, what do you think did it to her?"
"The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?"
"Not a werewolf. The lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of sign." Dean noticed Selena looking at the blood stains on the carpet. "It was probably a spirit."
"Selena, find anything?" Dean asked.
"Theses blood stains…they are positioned weirdly." Selena replied. Sam and Dean looked at the stains. Dean tilted his head, then he saw something.
"Hmm. See if you can find any masking tape around." Sam went to look for the masking tape and found some in the kitchen, he came back and handed it to Dean. Dean started connecting the blood stains using the tape. Once he was done, he stood up and looked at his work. The tape revealed a Z shaped symbol.
"Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked.
"Never." Dean replied.
"Me, neither." They looked at Selena.
"Selena, do you know what that symbol is?" Selena shook her head.
"This is new to me." The brothers shared a look.
*TIME SKIP*
Selena ignored the urge to rip out someone's eyes as she felt multiple gazes of lust on her person as she and Sam entered the bar. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the scent of arousal in the air. Cheshire chuckled.
:You can hardly blame them, Selena. Dressing the way you do.: Selena frowned knowing Cheshire had a point. :Although one would think they wouldn't be interested in a person wearing a straitjacket.:
'That's the only reason why they are staying back. If I didn't have it, I'd probably be back in that detestable prison for massacring every male in the area.' Cheshire's chuckles faded as Selena and Sam walked over to a table and sat down. Sam opened their father's journal and took out the newspaper article of Meredith's murder. Dean came up to the table.
"I talked to the bartender." Dean said.
"Did you get anything…besides her number?"
"Dude, I'm a professional . I'm offended that you would think that." Sam and Selena stared at him with a knowing look. "All right." Dean smiled as he held up a napkin with a number and a name written on it.
"You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?"
"Hmm? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked her. She waited tables. Everyone is her friend. Everyone says she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So, what about the symbol? Did you find anything?"
"Nope. Nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess."
"There was a first victim, right, before Meredith?"
"Right, yeah. His name was, uh…" Sam looked through the newspapers clippings till he found the article about the first victim. "His name was Ben Swardstrom." He handed the newspaper clipping to Dean. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal. The door was locked. The alarm was on. At first the police thought the killer was the Cheshire Cat." Selena tensed as she heard her killer name. "But they dismissed it when they didn't find the Cheshire Cat's calling card." Dean looked at Sam in disbelief.
"Cheshire Cat? Like the always disappearing, speaking in riddles, Alice in Wonderland Cheshire Cat?" He asked.
"No. Like the serial killer Cheshire Cat. Actually, the murders were very similar to the Cheshire Cat's murders. No evidence left behind." Dean shook his head.
"Is there any connection between them?"
"Nothing I could tell. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds."
"So the only successful Intel we scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Sam leaned to the side, looking behind Dean as he saw someone familiar. Dean looked to where Sam was looking but couldn't see anything that could catch his brother's attention.
"What?" Sam got up and walked away from the table. "Sam?" Sam walked over to a woman who was saying goodbye to a man. She had short blond hair and was wearing a white shirt and jeans. He put a hand on her shoulder, she turned to him, eyes lighting up in recognition.
"Meg." Sam said.
"Sam!" Meg exclaimed, smiling. "Sam, is that you? Oh, my gosh!" Meg stood up and the two hugged, then they separated. "What are you doing here?" Meg asked.
"I'm just in town – visiting friends." Sam lied. Meg looked around for Sam's friends but couldn't see them.
"Where are they?"
"Well, they're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I though you were going to California." Dean and Selena came up next to Sam as he and Meg were talking. Selena narrowed her at eyes at Meg as her scent entered Selena's nose, she smelled of sulfur, hate, and deceit. Cheshire growled, her tone filled with fury as she spoke.
:Creature born of flame and taint. Souls twisted, tongues like serpent, and eyes like black holes. Disguise their true form in mortal masquerade.:
"Oh, I did." Meg said. "I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh, and I met what's his name – something Michael Murry at a bar." Sam looked at her confused.
"Who?"
"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Dean, tired of being ignored, cleared his throat, but Sam and Meg didn't seem to hear him.
"You're from Chicago?"
"No, Massachusetts. Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?
"Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again." Meg smiled.
"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. Dean cleared his throat loudly, reminding Sam of him and Selena's presence. Meg looked at Dean annoyed.
"Dude, cover your mouth." She said.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, um- this is my brother, Dean. And this is my sister, Selena." Meg made an "oh" face.
"This is Dean and Selena?" Sam nodded.
"Yeah." Dean smiled, thinking he was going to get another number tonight.
"So you've heard of us?"
"Oh, yeah, I've heard of you. Nice – the way you treat your brother like luggage." Dean looked at her confused.
"Sorry?"
"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do?" Stop dragging him over God's green earth." Sam tried to placate Meg.
"Meg…it's alright." He said. Dean whistled.
"Okay. Awkward." He said, then he chuckled. "I'm gonna get a drink." Dean walked away to the bar. Selena stayed with Sam, glaring at Meg. She wondered if demons taste good. Probably not good.
"Sam, I'm sorry." Meg said. "It's just the way you told me he treats you, if it were me, I'd kill him." And Selena knew she meant it. She felt muted surprise as her bindings came undone and her arms fell to her side, her knuckles cracking as she flexed her claws. It seems she was allowed to hunt this time.
"Sam." She said, getting Sam and Meg's attention. "I'm going. I'll be return to the motel later." She turned, about to walk away but Sam stopped her.
"Selena, wait, It's not safe to be wandering by yourself at night." Sam said, worried.
"I agree with Sam. That serial killer is still around." Meg added.
"It won't be so easy to kill me." Sam sighed, knowing he that anything he said wouldn't be able to stop Selena.
"Fine. Be careful." Selena nodded and walked away. Meg looked at Sam.
"Your sister is interesting. Though, I am curious as to why she wears a straitjacket." Sam shrugged.
"I don't know either. You'll have to ask her yourself."
Xxx
Selena exited the bar and looked around for a target.
:Selena, there. The drunk herbivore by the sidewalk." Cheshire said. Selena looked over to see a drunk man, swaying on his feet, before he started stumbling down the sidewalk. Selena followed after him, stomach growling. The man turned the corner and into an alley, leaning on the wall for support occasionally. He then lost his footing and fell, when he looked up he saw Selena standing in front of him. He smiled drunkenly.
"Hello there, pretty lady." The man slurred out, staggering to his feet. "Wha' are you doin' here?" Selena didn't answer, there was a sudden flash of white and the man stumbled backwards, falling on his butt into a puddle of water. "H-hey! What was tha for?" The man asked. He looked at his now wet pants. "Aww. Now my pan's ar-" His words suddenly cut off as blood abruptly spurted from his throat, staining the puddle and the ground red. He gurgle and put his hands to his throat to try and stop the bleeding, but it was too late. The man fell over on his side dead, squirt of blood still coming out of his slit throat. Selena, unfazed at the sight, unzipped her jacket halfway and licked the blood off the ice knife she used to cut her prey's throat. Her brow furrowed in distaste as she tasted alcohol in the blood. Drunks were easy prey and all but she did dislike the taste of alcohol while she ate. It somewhat ruined the flavor of the meat. Selena knelt down beside her prey and cut off his shirt, she then cut open his stomach. She inhaled sharply at the scent of blood and her stomach growling. Something in her snapped and she started savagely eating her meal, blood pooled around her as claws and fangs broke skin and bones. All the meaty parts of the body, organs and muscles were devoured rapidly. Cheshire purred, grinning widely in her mindscape as a skull appeared before her, tail swishing in satisfaction.
Xxx
Three hours later, Selena exited the alley, stomach full and feeling satisfied.
'It's a shame I had to eat so quickly. I would've love to have something to snack on while we travel, considering my fast metabolism.' She thought. She teleported in front of the motel room where she and her brothers were staying, and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal Dean standing there with a frown.
"And where were you?" He questioned, stepping aside to let Selena in.
"I was hungry." Selena replied, entering the room and heading to the bathroom. Dean followed after her.
"You could've eaten at the bar."
"Too noisy." Selena noticed Sam wasn't there and looked at Dean. " Where's Sam? She questioned. Dean walked back to the table and sat down. The table was crowded with papers and a laptop.
"He's stalking Meg." Selena raised an eyebrow but didn't ask. She entered the bathroom and closed the door, then she turned on the shower and striped. She got in the shower, the water turning pink instantly as it washed away the blood. Meanwhile, Dean called Sam.
"Hey." Sam greeted.
"Let me guess, you're outside that poor girl's apartment right now." Dean said, smirking.
"No." There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Yes."
"You've got a funny way of showing your affection."
"You find anything on her or what?"
"Sorry man, she checks out. There's a Meg Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do, huh?" The bathroom door opened and Selena came out dressed in her straitjacket and black yoga pants. She walked over the bed and stretched out languidly on it, her full stomach paired with a warm shower made her feel lethargic. She crossed her arms and laid her head down on them, looking at Dean with half lidded eyes. Curiosity peaked as she heard Sam on the other end of the phone.
"What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that I did have some luck with." Dean replied, looking at a page in a book. "Turns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like 2,000 years before christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva."
"What's a Daeva?"
"It translates to "demon of darkness"-Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudes – kind of like demonic pit bulls."
"How did you figure that out?"
"Give me some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasing around here."
"Oh, yeah? Name the last book you read." Sam challenged. Dean tried to think of a book, but he gave up after a moment.
"I talked to Dad's friend Caleb. He told me, all right." Sam laughed. "Anyway here's the thing. These Daevas, they have to be summoned. Conjured."
"So someone's controlling it?"
"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. And from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. I mean, these suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them…and the arms and the torsos."
"So what do they look like?"
"Well, nobody knows. Nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia. Summoning a demon that ancient, someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town. Why don't you give that girl a private strip-o-gram?"
"Bite me."
"Bite her. Don't leave teeth marks though." Before Dean could say anything else, Sam hung up. Dean looked at phone confused. "Sam? Are you-" He closed his phone when he saw Sam had hung up.
Xxx
Sam watched the dark window of Meg's apartment, then the lights turned on in her apartment and Meg came into view without a shirt on. Sam watched as she got dressed, he got distracted as someone cleared their throat, he looked over to see a woman leaning down to see through the window and glaring at him. He tried to clear up the misunderstanding.
"No, no, I'm just-" the woman cut him off.
"Pervert." Then she and her companion walked away. Sam scoffed. He then ducked down as Meg came out of the apartment building, only sitting up after she walked across the street and passed the car. He got out of the car and followed her into an abandon warehouse. He tried to go through a door but it was locked, then he saw a freight elevator. Sam walked over to it and opened it, entering the elevator. He looked up and started climbing the elevator to the top. Once he got to the top, he saw a table with an alter, candles, and so e other stuff on it. He ducked down as Meg walked to the alter. She picked up a silver goblet and started chanting in an ancient language while circling her finger in the goblet. She took her finger out of the goblet and spoke.
"I don't think you should come." A beat of silence. "Because the Winchester siblings – they're in town. I didn't know that-" She cut off, listening to someone only she could hear talk. "Yes, sir. Yes, I'll be here…waiting for you." Meg put down the goblet and blew out the candles slowly, then she walked out of the room, the door locking behind her. Sam maneuvered over to an opening in the elevator door and climbed through. He walked over to the alter, shocked and confused at what he saw. There were two hearts on a spike centered around a mirror with the Zoroastrian sigil drawn in blood on it.
"What the hell?"
*TIME SKIP*
"The room door opened and Sam came in, Selena cracked open an eye and moved into a sitting position, watching him as he and Dean walked up to each other and spoke at the same time.
"Dude, I got to talk to you." Dean motioned for Sam to go first and Sam told Dean about what he saw.
"So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asked.
"It looks like she's using that black alter to control the thing."
"So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl. And what's the deal with that bowl again?"
"She was talking into it – the way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."
"With who? With the Daeva?"
"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different, someone who's giving her orders, someone who's coming to that warehouse tonight." Dean was silent as he remembered something he read in one of the files on the table. He walked over to it and sat down, looking through the files. He shut the file and looked at Sam in bewilderment.
"Holy crap." He said.
"What?" Sam asked. Selena looked at him.
"What I was gonna tell you earlier…I pulled a favor with my…"Dean cleared his throat awkwardly "friend Amy at the police department. Complete records of the two victims. We missed something the first time." Sam came closer to Dean to look at the files and Selena got up and walked over as well.
"What?"
"The First victim – the old man? He spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. But look where he was born." Sam looked at the first victims records and saw the place of birth. Shock went through him.
"Lawrence, Kansas."
"Mm-hmm." Dean closed the file and opened another one. "Meredith – Second victim? It turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." Sam and Selena looked at the records and it said again Lawrence, Kansas. Selena narrowed her eyes in thought. Two people from Lawrence killed? That cannot be a coincidence. Sam sat down in the empty chair across from Dean.
"Holy crap." Sam said.
"Yeah."
"A I mean, that is where the demon killed mom. That's where everything started." Sam turned to Dean. "So you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Dean shrugged.
"I think it's a definite possibility."
"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?"
"Beats me. I say we trash that black alter, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."
"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We got to stake out that warehouse. We got to see who…or what is showing up to meet her."
"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone."
Xxx
"We think we've got a lead on the thing that killed mom." Dean said on the phone as Sam came back from getting weapons from the Impala. "So, uh, this warehouse – it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." Dean hung up and closed his phone.
"Voice mail?" Sam asked, setting the two duffel bags down on the bed.
"Yeah." Dean turned to look at Sam when as heard something metal hit the bed. "Geez. What'd you get?"
"I ransacked the trunk – holy water, every weapon that I could think of." Dean unzipped one of the bag and started to go through it. "Exorcism rituals from about a half dozen rituals. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" The siblings each grabbed a gun and started to load them. Dean glanced at Sam after a moment of silence.
"it's a big night." Dean said.
"Yeah." Sam said. "You nervous?"
"No, no, are you?"
"No. No way. Selena, what about you? Nervous?"
"No." Selena replied, cocking a pistol. There was about beat of silence while getting prepared before Sam broke it.
"God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing, that demon?" He asked, eagerly.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?"
"I know. I'm just saying…what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight?" Cheshire shook her head, scoffing.
:Naïve boy. It won't be that easy.:
"Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school, just be a normal person again." Dean looked at Sam.
"You want to go back to school?
"Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing."
"Huh."
"Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Dean shook his head.
"No, no, it's great. Good for you."
"I mean, what are you and Selena gonna do when it's all over?"
"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt."
"But there's got to be something that you want for yourself."
"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this is over." Dean admitted. He turned to a dresser and put his hands on it. Sam looked at him confused and Selena stopped loading a gun to look at her brothers. She could smell the tension in the air.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Dean sighed and turned to Sam.
"Why do you think I drag you and Selena everywhere, huh? Why do you think I came and got you at Stanford?"
"Cause Dad was in trouble. Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed mom."
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man. You, Selena, and me and dad – I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."
"Dean, we are a family. I'll do anything for you and Selena. But things will never be the way they were before." It was silent as the brother stared at one another, eyes shiny with unshed tears.
"They could be." Dean said, hope in his voice but it was crushed by what Sam said next.
"I don't want them to be." Sam shook his head. "I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way."
*TIME SKIP*
The siblings entered the factory and climbed up the elevator. They saw Meg standing at the alter chanting. Sam stealthy climbed in the room, taking a gun Dean handing Jim and aimed it at Meg as Dean and Selena climbed in, too. They hid behind some boxes, Sam still aiming the gun at Meg. Dean took off his bag and opened, taking out a shotgun and handed it to Sam, he then took out another shotgun and handed it to Selena.
"Guys. Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg questioned suddenly, making Dean and Sam look at each other in surprise.
"That didn't work out like I'd planned." Dean said. Meg turned towards them.
"Why don't you come out?" The siblings c me out from behind the boxes, aiming their shock guns at her as she walked up to them, smirking. Selena instincts were going off as she felt like they were being watched, she tensed.
"Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship."
"Yeah, tell me about it."
"So where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked. Meg looked at him.
"Around. And that shockgun's not gonna do much good."
"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shockgun's not for the demon."
"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam questioned.
"You." Unknown to the siblings, the Daeva was in the room and it rose out of the shadows. They didn't even had time to do anything as the Daeva attacked them. Sam's gun was ripped out of his grip and he was back handed by Daeva, knocking hin to the ground. Next, Dean was pushed back hard into the boxes by the Daeva, knocking him unconscious. Selena tried to attack but she couldn't sense or see the Daeva, making it hard. Her head snapped to the side as she felt something hit her with extreme force, the sound of fabric ripping and the scent of blood filled the air as her world went dark. Sam let out a pained grunt as his harm was held behind his back.
Xxx
Cheshire glared out into the howling blizzard outside the ice cave in Selena's mindscape, her smile gone, now replaced by a terrifying snarl. She was curled around Selena's body, fluffy tail positioned over her for comfort. Cheshire looked at Selena, taking in the ripped high collar and the almost frozen black blood falling from the set of claw marks and her scar. The stiches were ripped out from when the Daeva attacked her. Cheshire leaned down and licked the blood away, leaving behind a frosty trail over the scars. She paused as Selena let out a quiet groan and moved her head away from the wet, cold tongue. Her eyes opened and looked at Cheshire.
:It was an ambush." Cheshire said, answering the unasked question. :The Daeva was nothing but a shadow.:
"That-" Selena started to talk but the moment she opened her mouth, she felt pain in her left cheek. Cheshire sighed as the wound started bleeding again and licked it clean.
:Your scar was reopened. You should try not to talk until it heals and you get it restitched.: Selena nodded and started to use sign language. She learned it in her old life. It wasn't really a necessity but it did keep her occupied while in Blackford, otherwise she would've gone insane-well, insaner.
/That explains why I couldn't smell any scents at Meredith's apartment./
:What are you going to do now? You and your brothers are at the mercy of the demon bitch and her dogs.:
/First I need to wake up, then I'll think of something. I didn't become a professional at getting out of tight situations by being a herbivore./ Cheshire chuckled, her smile coming back full force. Selena's body began to disappear as she forced herself awake. She kept her eyes close as her senses started coming to, she could hear Sam and Dean heartbeats, and she could smell the stench of sulfur. Selena tried to move her arms but found they were tied to a pillar with rope. She almost scoffed at the novice move.
"I know you're awake." Selena looked cold at Meg as she walked over to her, then glanced at Sam and Dean, who were also tied to pillars. She looked back at Meg when she continued used talking." You know, there's something about you I haven't been able to place since I met you in the bar." She crouching he'd down so they were eye to eye. "Your soul is…different. Chained." Before Meg can question her some more, she noticed Sam move.
Xxx
Sam came into consciousness, opening his eyes, he was startled to see Meg smiling and staring at him from next to Selena.
"Hey, Sam," Dean called. He was also awake. Sam looked over at him. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend…is a bitch."
"This, the whole thing, was a trap." Sam said. "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a setup, wasn't it?" Meg chuckled, amused. "And that the victims were from Lawrence."
"It doesn't mean anything." She said. "It was just to draw you in, that's all."
"You killed those two people for nothing."
"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."
"You trapped us. Good for you." Dean said, sarcasm in his voice. "It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already?"
"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" Dean's brow furrowed, not understanding where she was getting at. "This trap isn't for you." Sam and Selena knew who the trap was for.
"Dad." Sam said. "It's a trap for dad." Dean looked at Meg to see if was true, she only smiled. But Dean was in denial.
"Oh, Sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He said, smirking. "Cause even if dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good."
"He is pretty good, I'll give him that." Meg stood up, walking over to Dean and moving his legs so she could crouch down in front of him. "But you see…he has one weakness."
"What's that?"
"You. He let's his guard down around his kids, let's his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town, and he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody – nice and slow…and messy."
"Well, I've got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some…shadow to kill him."
"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are the only parts you can see."
"Why are you doing this, Meg?" Sam asked. "What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh?...And with who?"
"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do – loyalty , love. Like the love you had for mommy…and Jess."
"Go to hell."
"Baby, I'm already there." Meg crawled over to Sam, sighing. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty." Meg whispered in his ear. "I think we both know…how you really feel about me…you know…" Meg straddled Sam. "I saw you watching me…changing in my apartment. It turned you on didn't it?" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Get a room you two." He murmured.
"I don't mind. I liked the you were watching me. Come on, Sammy, you and I can still have a little dirty fun." Meg kissed his neck. Sam, realizing he can use Meg's flirting as a distraction, started playing along.
"You want to have fun? Go ahead, then. I'm a little tied up right now." Dean took out a knife and tried to cut his bindings, but he dropped it. Meg, hearing the clattering of the knife, stopped what she was doing and looked at Dean. She stood up and walked over to Dean, she took the knife from his hand and looked at it, coming to the realization that Sam was trying to distract her. Selena turned her wrist to mist and the rope fell to the ground as Dean smiled at Meg, chuckling. Meg went back to Sam.
"Now, we're you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" She questioned.
"No." Sam shook his head. "No. It was because I have a knife of my own." Sam grabbed Meg by her arms and head butted her. She fell to the floor. Selena stood up and went to untie Dean, she cut the rope with one of her claws. Dean rubbed his wrist and called to Sam.
"Sam! Get the alter." Sam walked to the table and overturned it, destroying the alter. Meg expression was one of fear as the Daevas appeared, she tired to get away but the Daevas grabbed her legs and began to drag her towards the window, then they threw her out of it. Selena heard her scream, the it stopped as Meg's body connected with the road. The siblings went to the window and looked down at Meg's corpse. Surrounded by shards of glass, a pool of blood surrounding her head, and legs bent in awkward positions.
"So I guess the Daevas didn't like to be bossed around."
"I guess not." A beat of silence. "Hey, Sam?"
"Hmm?"
"Next time you want to get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean then walked away. Selena narrowed her eyes at Meg's body.
'Do you think she will stay dead? She is a demon.'
:Well, Judging from the last demon we fought, then no, she won't stay dead.: Selena walked away from the window, following her brothers out the room.
Xxx
The siblings returned to the motel. Selena noticed a unfamiliar scent as they were walking down the hallway to their room, it smelled of gun powder, holy water, and salt rocks. She knew it was a hunter because of the smell, but she didn't know who it was.
"Why don't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean questioned as they came upon their motel room. He took the room key out of his pocket.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again – better safe than sorry." Sam replied, hitching the duffel bag strap further on his shoulder. Dean unlocked the door and they went in. Dean stopped as he saw a shadow of a person by the window, he became on guard.
"Hey!" Dean called. Sam turned on the lights and the person turned towards them, the light revealing the person to be their father, John Winchester. The siblings eyes went wide with shock. "Dad."
"Hey." John greeted. Sam emotions were at war with each other, he didn't know whether to be happy or angry that their dad was here after all this time. Selena quickly got over her shock and took in her father's appearance. He looked older, grey hairs in his beard – the relentless hunting of the demon taking its toll, but he still had his aura of command around him.
:So, this is your missing father.: Cheshire said, wary of John. Selena sensing her cautiousness, tried to reassure her.
'Yes. John Winchester. He and his wife, Mary were good parents to me, Dean, and Sam. No making me cook every meal, clean the house, or starving me. No more making me feel like I shouldn't even be alive and making me feel like a burden, no more abuse…' Her scar throbbed as she watched Dean and John walk towards each other and hug.
:You love them. :
'You could say that.' Sam walked forward, stopping next to Dean and looking John.
"Hi, Sam."
"Hi, dad." Sam put down the duffel bag as Selena walked up and stopped next to Sam. John turned to her.
"Hi, Selena." Selena bowed her head in greeting, feeling that her wounds were healed enough to talk.
"Hello, father." John's smile didn't falter at the cold greeting, even when she was a child, Selena was always cold and distant. Then he noticed what she was wearing.
"What are you wearing?" He asked, his stare disapproving at the amount of skin showing.
"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Dean said, regret in his voice. John looked at Dean.
"It's all right. I thought it might have been." John replied.
"Where you there?"
"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive." John caught Dean and Sam's glace at each other. "She was the bad guy, right?"
"Yes, sir." The brothers said.
"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." Sam's attention was caught at that.
"The demon has?"
"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcist it or send it back to hell, actually kill it."
"How?
"I'm working on that."
"Let us come with you. We'll help" Sam said, eager to stick with his father now that he's here.
"No, Sam. Not yet" John protested. "Listen, try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt."
"Dad, you don't have to worry about us."
"Of course I do. I'm your father. Listen, Sammy, the last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir." There was a moment of silence.
"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time."
"Too long." Sam and John hugged and Sam sniffled, holding back tears.
:It's feel as if we're in a dramas or something.: They stopped hugging and John looked at Dean about to say something, but was suddenly flung into the kitchen cabinets then to the floor. The siblings couldn't do anything as they were attacked by the Daevas. Sam was backhanded to the ground and Selena fell to the floor in pain as claw marks appeared on her abdomen, the blood freezing the moment the wound was made.
"No!" Dean shouted, before being attacked himself. For the next few minutes the Winchesters were at the mercy of the Daevas as they clawed at them. Sam remembered that there were flares in the duffel bag and lunged for it.
"Shut your eye!" He yelled, opening the bag and taking out a flare. "These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" Selena and Dean covered their eyes as Sam activated the flare, dropping it as smoke came out and the room became as bright as the sun. The Daevas screeched as they were disintegrated by the light. Blinded and coughing from the smoke, Sam grabbed the duffel bag while Dean navigated his way to John.
"Dad!"
"Over here!" Selena made her way to the door and exited the room, catching her breath and waiting for her family. The three came out seconds later with John having an arm on Dean's shoulder to hold himself up. They exited the motel and made their way to the Impala.
"All right, come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam said, opening the car door and throwing the duffel bag in. He closed the door and was about to open the drivers door, but Dean stopped him.
"Wait, wait! Sam, wait." He went silent as he looked at John, injured because of them. "Dad, you can't come with us."
"What?" Sam snapped. "What are you talking about?"
"You guys – you're beat to hell." John said, more worried about them then of himself.
"We're be all right." Dean reassured.
"Dean, we should stick together! Well go after those-" Dean cut him off.
"Sam, listen to me!" He took a breath. "We almost got dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him." Selena internally agreed with Dean. Like John had said before, the demon has tried many times to kill John before. And it probably won't stop until John is dead. "I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's…he's stronger without us around." Dean turned away as Sam looked at John for backup.
"Dad…" John was silent. Dean looked at Selena as she nudged his shoulder, head tilted, silently asking him if he was okay. Dean nodded. Sam put a hand on John's shoulder. "No. After everything, after all the time we spent looking for you," John wrapped a hand around Sam's wrist. "Please. I've got to be apart of this fight."
"Sammy, this fight is just starting, and we are all gonna have a part to play." Sam looked at him in disbelief. "For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay? You've got to let me go." Sam stared at John in silence, then he reluctantly nodded. He patted John in the shoulder once and took his hand off his shoulder. John looked at his children for a while, then stepped past them. The siblings watched as he walked to his truck and paused at his door, looking at them for what may be the last time.
"Be careful, guys." He got in the truck and started the engine.
"Come on." Dean said, opening the door and getting the car, Sam and Selena followed after. Dean didn't start the car until John's truck had turned a corner. The brothers looked at each other, then Dean backed the car out of the alley and drove off.