A/N: Okay… I didn't die I swear! Long story short I had a Wi-Fi free vacation the first week that I missed and then the next week I had to send my computer off for repairs and I couldn't post anything!

My deepest and sincerest apologies! I'm so sorry it's so short! Please don't kill me!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to their respective owners, Iclethea and I own nothing more than the story lines!

Chapter Thirteen: Three Little Bullets

July 15th, 2006

We left Bobby to deal with the paramedics; I hope he could come up with a convincing story. We were driving at top speed to Jefferson City. We figured out what Meg's dying words meant, Sunrise Apartments. Sam was complaining about killing the demon, I knew Dad would have wanted us to do that but I agreed with Dean, you don't turn your back on family.

Firemen were already on the scene responding to a 911 call, so we stole some suits to enter the building without attracting attention, after that it was easy to take out the demons possessing humans that were guarding Dad. We managed to get him out but Sam wanted to test him with holy water. He splashed some on him and it had no effect. It was a good idea, but we were running out of time. We got him outside and one demon we missed attacked us. Without a second thought Dean raised the colt and fired it at his head.

Two bullets left.

We drove as far away from Sunrise Apartments as fast as we could and came to a small cabin tucked away in the woods. The fact that the driveway was so overgrown told us that no one had been home for a while. Sam laid Dad down on the cot and we started salting the doors and windows. Sam's face was bloody and swollen from the demons we had to kill. Dean came into the room and asked how Dad was I was dabbing his face with an old rag that I had found and some rain water outside, it wasn't much but it was all I could do. Dean said he wanted to talk to us so I left dad with a small kiss on the cheek and followed Sam out.

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean sat the colt on the table and stared at it.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam replied.

"It's not your fault." I agreed.

"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me."

"Then what does?" Sam came over and sat at the table with Dean.

"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you guys or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh... it scares me sometimes." Dean looked down at his hands and then rubbed his eyes. Sam and I didn't know what to say to that. Dad came in then and told Dean that he should be proud of what he does for the family. I ran over and hugged him, but Dean was suspicious. He pointed the colt right at Dad's forehead.

"Dean? What are you doing?!" I hissed at him.

"He'd be furious." Dean showed no hesitation, he was really going to shoot Dad.

Sam? Do something!

"You are not my Dad." Dean replied as he cocked the colt.

Sam, instead of helping me out, defended Dean! He had this crackpot theory about Dad being possessed.

"Fine. You're both so sure, go ahead. Kill me." Dad released me and held his arms open wide and closed his eyes ready for the kill shot.

"Dean?! Don't do it!" I stood in front of Dad protectively.

"Bella get out of the way!" Dean's hand trembled a little bit.

Sam glared at me. Bella that's not Dad, get away from him!

"I thought so." Dad grinned and opened his eyes. I turned in horror to see that they were pale yellow.

Sam lunged forward at the same time I was tossed aside by an invisible force and was slung into a wall that knocked the breath out of me. I tried to move but I was pinned to the wall, Dad was right, this thing was one tough s.o.b.

I looked to see Sam and Dean pined to the walls as well and Dean had dropped the colt. The demon went over and picked it up. Sam was trying to fight against the force pinning him to the wall. The demon laughed.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam growled.

"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." the demon placed the gun down on the table. "Make that gun float to you there, psychic boy!"

We both had psychic powers, we had developed them when we met Max Miller, the first person that was like us, there have been many more that we've meet and our powers have grown. But his powers failed him as he couldn't make the gun move an inch. I tried as well sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated, but I had the same result.

The demon mentioned that Sam was about to propose to Jessica, something that he hadn't told us, just before she died. He said that she was in the way of his plans for Sam, me, and the rest of the children like us. Sam's face was tormented by the revelation; the fact that she was gone was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Dean drew the demon's attention away from Sam, sparing him the guilt and the demon started torturing him, using his psychic powers to make him bleed internally. Dean pleaded with Dad to make it stop but the blood kept spreading out over his shirt. He finally passed out.

"STOP IT, PLEASE!" I cried out in anguish at the tortured sounds of my brother dying. The demon turned on me and I immediately felt the sensation of white hot pokers boiling in my stomach and chest. I cried out in pain, it was much more intense than any other pain I had felt. I was gasping for air and tried to make out Dad's form through my blurred vision caused by the tears spilling over. "Daddy… please! Make… him… stop!"

Dad's eyes turned normal again. "Stop." He whispered, voice sobbing and broken. "Stop it." He had regained control long enough to free me I went for the colt and had it trained on Dad's face, I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes as I contemplated what I was about to do next. The demon had taken back control and was smirking at me.

"You kill me, you kill Daddy." He pointed out.

The gun trembled in my hands, could I do it, could I really kill my own father? After all the times we had spent together, the good and the bad, and from what he told me about not going to be with mom in heaven. I just couldn't do it, "I know." I fired the gun, shooting him in the leg and Dad collapsed.

One bullet left.

Sam was freed from the wall and we both rushed over to Dean.

"Dean?" I cradled his head in my lap.

Sam checked out his chest. "Oh God, he's lost a lot of blood." Then he turned to me, I looked down, my shirt wasn't as bad as his. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine; we have to get them to a hospital." I was shaking so bad that to me, the whole room was shaking.

Dean moaned softly and his eyelids trembled a bit. "Where's Dad?"

"He's right here, Dean." Sam assured him.

"Go check on him." He croaked out.

"Dean." Sam protested.

"Go check on him." He said a little louder.

"Dean it's going to be ok, I promise." I ran my hands through his hair to try and soothe him.

I whipped my head in Sam's direction when I heard Dad tell him to shoot him in the heart.

"Do it now!" Dad cried out.

"Sam don't!" I cried out.

"You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"

"Sam, no." Dean tried to get up, but he was too weak, he collapsed back onto my lap.

Then black smoke poured out of Dad's mouth just like it did with Meg and disappeared through the floor.

Sam cussed, then said, "Come on Bella, we have to help them to the car." He picked up Dad and left me to get Dean. Dad was still conscious, but suffering from a bullet wound, he was able to half walk to the car. Dean on the other hand was nothing more than dead weight.

"Come on Dean! Help me out here." I struggled under his weight, why did he have to be so much bigger than me? "You have got to lay off the Philly cheese dogs!"

"Shut… up…" I heard him mutter weakly as he struggled to get on his feet.

Sam came back in and helped me carry him out to the car. We got in the car next, I was in the back with Dean, and Sam was driving with Dad in the passenger seat. Dad was clutching his leg in pain, and Dean had passed out again and was slumped over.

"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam started the car and sped off.

"I'm so sorry Dad." I started crying, the gravity of what we just went through came crashing down on me.

"It is okay kid; you gave me the time I needed to hold him off." Dad glared at Sam through the pain, he was mad that Sam hadn't taken the shot when he had the chance. "I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before anything."

"Dad, how can you say that? I couldn't kill you when I had a shot." I flinched at the memory.

"Well at least you shot me, Sam couldn't even do that."

Sam growled. "Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to -start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon–" His words were cut off by the sounds of metal scraping each other and a blinding flash of light.

I can't remember what happened next; actually the next few days were kinda fuzzy. The next thing I remembered was a nurse coming into my room and told me what happened.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." She smiled at me, as she checked my vitals.

"What – what happened?" My thoughts were clouded, I couldn't really think clearly. It must have been the morphine coursing through me.

"Honey, you and your family were in a terrible accident." She looked at me with that look that said 'your family is dying and I could care less'.

The heart monitor went crazy as I tried to get up. "What?! Is my Dad okay? My brothers?"

"Honey, please, you need to rest." She replied, pushing me back into the bed. "Your father is alright, he has a gunshot wound that is treatable. Sam is alright, he only has minor cuts and scrapes."

"And Dean?" I managed to choke out through tears.

Her professional mask cracked a little and said, "I'm afraid that he's not doing so well, he suffered a lot of blood loss and is in a coma."

I think the whole entire hospital could hear my scream.