AN: Alright, who's up for some heart wrenching head-canons and agonizing angst? Everyone is? Well perfect, cuz that's what you're getting! Enjoy!
"He ain't gonna be happy to see me, ya know." Meg remarked as she and Sam stood outside Bobby's door. "Kinda seems like the type to hold a grudge for attempted murder."
Agreeing, Sam suggested, "You wait here for a minute while I explain to him what's going on. Don't come in any sooner or you'll get a faceful of holy water."
"Waiting it is." Meg made herself a little too comfortable on Bobby's porch, but at least she wouldn't be seen when Bobby opened the door.
Greeted with holy water to the face, Sam was glad he was 'home.' Bobby pulled him into a hug, a tight one. Bobby smelled of gunpowder and whiskey, as always. Although the whiskey scent was a lot stronger than usual, but Sam couldn't really blame him.
Amongst the usual smell of Bobby and his house, there was something else lingering into Sam's nose, just as familiar, but he just couldn't place it at the moment.
"It's good to see you, boy." Bobby said sincerely, with a slight quake of disbelief in his voice.
Sam was smiling, honest to God smiling. "You too, Bobby."
"How'd you manage to get out of that lock box?"
"Cas pulled me out. Long story." The embrace eventually stopped, and Sam spoke before Bobby could start asking more questions. "Long story for another time. Talk to me about the demons."
"They're everywhere around town lately. Not sure what's got 'em so excited, but there's killings left and right. Bout damn time I had some backup again."
"About that… Someone came along to help."
"Well I know it ain't your brother. Real sorry to hear what happened to him, but you got any clue on how to get him back yet?"
Solemnly, Sam shook his head. "Not yet. But I'm working on it." Lie. "Alright, you're not gonna like who I brought, but you're gonna have to trust me, okay?"
"You jumped into Hell to save the world, kid, course I trust you."
Pushing a steady breath out of his mouth, Sam just got it over with. "It's Meg."
In response, Bobby- growled? "I thought I smelled a whore." Bobby's eyes turned to that empty, obsidian shade of a demon.
Crap! Before Sam could manage to reach the demon killing blade, two more demons jumped out at him and tackled him to the floor, pinning down his arms. "Meg, r-!" He tried to yell out a warning, but one of the demons swiftly and cruelly punched him in the throat, effectively silencing him. His breaths came out in wracked heaves and gasps; he could barely breathe, calling out a warning was just out of the question.
Maybe he'd gotten lucky and Meg had sensed the danger. Winchester luck, of course, had decided to kick in, and he watched helplessly as Meg was dragged into the house by two other demons, blood leaking from a cut on her lip. Dammit.
The demons holding Sam yanked him to his feet, and he coughed quite a few more times, his air intake barely meeting its minimal qualifications.
"B-bobby," Sam wheezed. "Y-you can fight 'im. D-done it before…"
"Thing about that, Sammy," The Bobby demon explained as it lifted his shirt, revealing an infected, festering, but most importantly, fatal wound on his gut. "Ain't nobody in here to fight."
Every failure, every mistake, every damn loss suddenly came rushing out of the darkened corner of Sam's mind, and his mental volcano erupted in an unforgiving and angry explosion.
Despite barely being able to breathe, Sam's rush of rage fueled adrenaline gave him the energy to break out of the demon's grip, and he charged at the Bobby demon. It may have been reckless to charge a demon without his weapon, but it didn't stop him from swinging his fist directly towards Bobby's jaw.
Expecting the attack, Bobby's hand lashed out and caught Sam's, then painfully twisted it behind his back, forcing him to his knees. He then proceeded to pluck Ruby's knife from Sam's jacket.
As Sam went to fight his way free, his vision flashed white at the sickening pop of his shoulder being dislocated under the demon's unyielding grip. A strangled gasp was the only sound he was capable of making. Up until the demon shoved the knife through Sam's already mangled shoulder, and he screamed.
Just because she was a demon, it didn't mean Meg was unsympathetic towards Sam's suffering. She winced at the distinct snap of his shoulder, and then noticeably retracted when he let out that pained cry after being stabbed. As the demon possessing Sam's friend continued to mock him, she realized just how big of assholes her species really was.
"Know what makes this even better, Sam?" It taunted. It leaned in, wrongly close to Sam's ear, its voice sounding so much like Bobby's, but the words were so much crueler. "It was your brother who killed him."
Past all of the pain he was currently in, Sam choked on a disbelieving breath, in complete denial of the slightest possibility that that could be true.
"Don't matter if you believe me or not. He's dead, and you're gonna have to live with it. Well," The blade previously embedded in his shoulder was ripped out with a repulsive squelch. "Live ain't really the right word." The demon lifted the knife above its head, poised to swing it down on Sam, when Meg suddenly broke free, and took the blade for him, right through her lower abdomen.
Using their shock as a distraction, Meg shuddered as the special blade's power coursed pain through her body, and then quickly stabbed the demon possessing Bobby. Blood was slipping past her wound in a steady flow, and she felt herself dizzying buy the second, but she pressed forward, stabbing all the demons she could before the pain became too much, and she crumpled to the ground.
Determined, albeit weak, Sam swiped the knife from the floor with his left hand, and finished off the remaining demons, anger being the only thing keeping him moving.
Chest heaving with exhaustion, Sam dropped the blade to the ground, and then hurried over to where Meg lay, clutching her bleeding stomach. Very heavily bleeding stomach… Oh, no, there was too much blood.
"Meg, hey, look at me." Sam commanded as he put his hands on her cheek. She really just saved his life, and she was most likely going to lose her own in the process.
Blood trickled past Meg's lips as she forced a pained smile. "B-being the good guy sucks."
"No, no it doesn't. You're gonna be fine. We'll just get you back to the bunker, and Cas'll fix you up, okay?"
The boy was determined, so Meg decided to humour him. "Sure, Sammy."
Relief washed over Sam's face at her acceptance. "Alright, I'm gonna move you now. Just stay as still as possible, got it?"
Without the strength for much else, Meg nodded.
Sam scooped up the knife, and then wrapped his arms under Meg's body, ignoring the flare up of his bad shoulder, and lifted her up. Despite her best efforts to remain quiet, she grunted in pain as the movement jostled her wound.
"Sorry, I'm sorry." Sam comforted as he ran quickly, yet as gently as he could to the car, and he laid her down in the backseat. The tires screeched as he pressed down on the accelerator, and they hummed hurriedly across the road.
Noticing Meg was beginning to drift, Sam tried to keep her focused, and said the first thing that came to his mind. "Thanks, Meg. You-you saved my life back there."
"It-it better have be worth it." She ground out, almost playfully.
"I will, I promise." He wasn't sure what else to say, and as he opened his mouth to make something up, she spoke first.
"I r-remember."
"Remember what?" That's it, keep her talking.
"Being human… Who I used to be."
As heartbreaking as it must have been for her to think about, Sam had to keep asking questions to distract her. "Tell me."
Meg scoffed. "Trust me, Sammy, you don't want to know."
"Yes I do. Please, tell me about it."
Meg took a moment, gathering the words. "I was a blonde. A pretty one. Kinda annoyingly perky."
When she stopped, Sam pressed on. "Keep going."
"I even had a boyfriend. Smart. Cute. Nice hair. We lived together. He was planning on popping the question soon too."
"I-I'm sorry." It was hurting him just listening; he couldn't fathom how she must be feeling. But there was still quite a ways to go before they were in the clear, so kept her going. "How-how'd you die?" He waited for a minute, but she remained quiet. "Meg?" He urged.
Adverting her eyes from him, and she continued. "My boyfriend left for a few days. While he was gone, somebody broke into our apartment…"
She paused once more, and Sam forced himself to ask. "And?"
She lifted her head. "And they cut open my stomach and threw me to the ceiling so when my boyfriend got my home, my blood could drip onto his forehead."
O-oh, God, did that mean that she was… "J-Jess?"
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