In this dingy ass motel room I was starting to see double. I had gone through page after page of weather reports and articles. I let out a yawn, blinked and looked up from where I was sitting on the bed, circled by papers. Plastered all over the wall were weather charts, pictures, and more articles, all pertaining to this yellow eyed demon that we were hunting. Dean was spread out on the couch, flipping through books, Sam was on his laptop and John was sitting at the table, paper strewn everywhere and ontop of it the colt.

Dean closed the book, "Is this everything?"

John nodded, "This is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."

Dean stretched, "And that's when you took off."

"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation. It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."

Sam glanced up, "Families with infants?"

"Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday. "

Sam was shocked, "I was six months old that night?"

John nodded and looked back at the papers. I was sifting through the latest weather reports. According to what John had said this son of a bitch threw up some pretty nasty omens: electrical storms, cattle deaths, big temperature fluctuations. This all would happen as the demon circled his next victim for up to two weeks before. I rubbed my eyes again, and flipped a page.

I snap my fingers, "Hey, guys. I got something."

I stood up from the bed and spred the sheet I had just been looking at on the table.

"Okay so this is a weather map of midwest. Over central Iowa for the last week there have been major storms, and unseasonal temperatures."

Dean was beside me, "Iowa is a decent size area."

I pulled out a newspaper article that I had printed, "Way ahead of you. There have been a ton of insurance claims for livestock, right about when the weather changed, all centered around one town. Salvation."

Sam and John looked over my work again. John looked up and nodded with approval.

"We better get going then."

Not ten minutes later we were hauling ass north. Sam had decided to ride with his dad, so it was just me and Dean in the Impala. For the last few hours we small talked and listened to the radio. Both of us were in 'hunt' mode. I broke from it long enough to ask Dean something that had been on my mind,

"Dean, what are you gonna do? When this is over?"

He chuckled, "I'm not usually the pessimist, but aren't you getting ahead of yourself?"

I turned to him, "Okay fine...Let's say when this is over, someday, what are you gonna do?"

He thought for a moment, his mouth twitched, "I don't know. I mean I will probably keep doing the job. But the first thing I'm going to do..."

Dean was silient for a moment, he smiled. "What?" I asked.

"...Take you on a normal freaking date. Movie, dinner, bar, get trashed and make bad decisions . Then I am going to lay in bed for a week with a couple cases of beer, in my boxers and not do a goddamn thing."

I laughed and looked out the window. Dean broke the quiet, "Anything you wanna do?"

I shook my head, thoughtfully, "Nah. For the most part I like what I do. But I could sure as hell use some quiet and a week or so of nothing."

I watched out the window, we just passed the sign, 'Welcome to Salvation'. Suddenly, John's truck swerved to the shoulder of the road. Dean barely had enough time to jack the breaks to avoid him.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean gets the Impala to stop and on the shoulder infront of the truck. My heart is pounding after the heart attack I just had, I grabbed the handle and jumped out of the car. John is out and pacing,

"God damn it!" He yells and kicks the hub.

Dean walks over, "What is it?"

I follow, John is still in his own head, "Son of a bitch."

"What is it!" Dean yells

John snaps out of it and looks over, "I just got a call from Caleb."

Sam leaned on the hood, "Is he okay?"

John nodded, "He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."

I watched Dean's body stiffen , "Pastor Jim? How?

"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."

"It was a demon." I stated, leaving traces of sulfur was a clear sign.

Dean looked between me and John, "A demon. The Demon?"

John shook his head, "I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."

Dean was upset, clearly agitated, "What do we do?"

"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."

"John that could be dozens of kids, maybe more. How do we know which one's the right one?"

"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?"

I shrugged, "Well we could always try to chase down that wild goose, or find that pot of gold. Hey, maybe we can try to telephone Atlantis while we are at it?"

John shook his head at me, Dean smirked and Sam rolled his eyes. Then John stopped for a second and stared at the road behind us.

"Dad?" Dean spoke softly.

John came back to reality, "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't...This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."

We all climbed back into the cars and rolled into town. Sam and John were both going to take the two hospitals. Dean and I had the health center.

John was sitting in a room with files everwhere, births from sixth months ago. There was only two kids that would be exactly six months within the week. Dean and Jen were having similar luck. They had fronted as inspectors and had only been able to find four children in the surrounding area. Sam, was having all the luck. He was sitting in a dark filing room and had found twelve children. Once he set down the last file he flipped open his phone,

"Dean"

"Yeah bro, what's up?"

"I found twelve kids, I'm going to start scoping them out. How'd you guys do?"

"Me and Jen only found four, we already scoped them out. Nice families, nice neighborhoods. One of them is exactly six months tonight, so I think we are going to stake out there."

" Okay, anything else."

"Oh, yeah, just got off the phone with Dad. He only found three and they don't turn until later in the week. You got any soon?"

Sam glanced down at the list, "There is a girl tomorrow, a few the night after and the rest are later. I will give you a call when I'm done."

"Alright, watch your back."

"Will do."

Sam walked out the front, flipping through his notes. Then there was a sharp pain through his head, he clutched his forehead, leaning on a bench to stay upright. It was one of his visons. He saw the yellow eyed demon in a baby's nursery, there is a mother looking out the window. A train whistle blows in the background, and it flashes back to the demon. With a crack in his ears, the vision is gone.

Sam pads his pockets, looking for a map. Finding one, he compares the railway line with addresses on his list. There are only two that match, he takes off on foot.

Half an hour later, Sam is standing in a park, consolidating the map again. There are children playing, laughing on the playground. The same vison replays in Sam's head again, his brain felt like it was splitting in two. When the world comes back into focus, Sam sees the woman from his vison pushing a stroller along the road, carrying groceries, holding an umbrella. He runs over and tries to act calm,

"Hi. Here, let me hold that for you. You look like you don't need that anymore."

"Oh. Thanks."

Sam held onto the stroller and the bag while the lady closed her umbrella. He looked inside, a little baby dressed in pink looked back.

"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?"

"Yeah."

"Oh wow, hi! " He said nervously, then looked back up at the mom, "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. I just moved in up the block."

"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie."

"Rosie? Hi Rosie."

"So, welcome to the neighborhood ."

Sam was panicked, trying to get more information, "Thanks. She's such a good baby!"

Monica laughed, "I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind."

Sam swallowed hard, "What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?"

"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born."

"And how old's Rosie?"

"She's six months tomorrow. She's big right? Growing like a weed."

Sam was immediately distracted, "Yeah. Monica..."

"Yeah?"

"Just ahhh,just take care of yourself okay?"

"Yeah, you too Sam. We'll see you around."

She turned away from him, heading up to the house. It was the house Sam had seen in his vison. He started walking down the road quickly, rushing. Pulling out his phone again,

"Dean? Yeah. I found it."

"What?"

"I know where."

As soon as he hung up the icepick returned to his brain. The clock on a bedroom wall stoped, a man in a black hood approaches a sleeping Rosie. Monica opens the door and screams. The figure turns, yellow eyes blazing. Monica is pulled up the wall to the ceiling, blood begins to drip and she ignites.

Dean and I had pulled the Impala into a motel lot to wait for John and Sam.

"So Sam said he found who it is."

"Yeah."

I nodded, "How does he know?"

"He knows."

"Dean you can tell me.. well you should tell me."

He opened the door and we sat down at the table. He rubbed his forehead and then started,

"Sam has these visons. It usually has something to do with us, or with this demon. Its happened once or twice before."

"Like the future?"

"Yeah." He watched me nervously.

I pushed my lips together, raised my eyebrows and shrugged, "Alright."

"Alright?"

I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. "Yeah, alright. I mean, we see freaky shit all the time. Your brother is a good person." I shrugged again, "So, yeah, alright."

Dean shook his head, and a small smile played at his lips. "Alright then."

John burst into the room, "Hope you guys had some luck."

"Dean and I didn't, but Sam's on his way, he did."

Just as I finished saying it, Sam came in the door. He told us about his vison, about meeting the lady and the kid. That the kid, Rosie, turned six months tomorrow. When Sam finished John stared at him, horrified,

"A vision."

"Yes. I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam replied slowly, rubbing his head.

"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because..." John was clearly questioning Sam's sanity.

"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them"

Dean jumped in, "It started out as nightmares. Then it started happening while he was awake."

Sam continued, "Yeah it seems like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."

John nodded slowly, "All right. When were you going to tell me about this?"

Both of the boys stopped and looked at him, Dean was the first to recover,

"We didn't know what it meant."

"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me."

"Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. Jen called you when we were in the middle of the shit in Dodgeville. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery."

"You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."

I interrupted , "Look, doesn't really matter. The fact is that that demon is coming to Salvation tomorrow night. We know when, we know where. The trick is going to be staying under the radar and not letting it know we are here."

John nodded, thoughtfully, "I'm going to make some calls and head over two towns. There is a university there that has a good record section and biblical studies department. Maybe we can figure out what the hell this thing is up to."

He walked out and took off in the truck.

"Great, what are we gonna do for the rest of the day?" I asked, glancing at the clock. It wasn't even after three yet.

"Apparently sit with our thumbs up our ass." Dean replied dryly. I went over to a bed and turned the radio on as I flopped down, just staring at the ceiling. If we got this tomorrow night, that would be it for the boys. I wondered if Sam would leave Dean and head back to school. I wondered how his would even go down, we had the colt, but there were only four shots left and then the thing was a glorified paperweight. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but similar thoughts kept ripping their way through my head.

About an hour later, a chair screeched against the linoleum flooring. I looked over to see Sam getting up and heading for the door.

"Where you goin'?"I asked

Sam turned back, "I can't sit around like this, I'm heading to the county office building and then back to that house, see if I can find a place we can hide out that is closer."

And with that he walked out, the Impala engine started and rumbled away. I rocked up and grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot that was going. I looked over to see Dean watching me from the table,

"What?" I asked between sips.

He got up and sauntered over to me, grabbing my cup out of my hands and setting it on the counter. Without looking at me he said softly,

"You know, we have a guaranteed hour or so to ourselves."

He reached down with one hand and grabbed mine, finally looking over into my eyes. I smiled,

"Well fuck it, I'm getting a shower." I said jokingly. He laughed and shook his head.

"Always the smart ass."

"Umm... you have no room to talk." He chuckled again, and then pushed my body back agianst the counter and bent his neck down and kissed me. His hand let go of mine and both of his were on my face, pulling it against his. I locked my hands behind the small of his back.

Dean hadn't been able to help himself once Sam left. Two fucking weeks had passed before he had even been able to touch her in Colorado. That had only lasted for about a split second. He had told Jen that he wasn't an animal, now he wasn't so sure. Dean thought about it almost constantly, nights where he would wake up and thank God that she had no idea what he had just dreamt about. Having no idea what he was doing he walked up to her and took her coffee,

"You know, we have a guaranteed hour of so to oursleves." He was so afraid to even look at her. How cliché was what he just said, was he pushing her too much? Dean finally worked up the courage to look at her, and at the same time reached down and intertwined her fingers with his. The corners of her lips twitched and Jen smiled,

"Well, fuck it, I'm getting a shower." Internally, Dean was so relieved that he laughed. Jen's way of brushing shit off that could easily be awkward was a blessing.

"Always the smart ass."

Jen looked back at him, Dean could see her searching his face.

"Umm...you have no room to talk." Dean chuckled, Jen was so laid back about everything, just shrugging his comments off. There was no stopping it, Dean bent his neck down and began to kiss her, slowly at first, gauging how she was going to react. He let go of her hand and put either on her face, pulling her harder against him. Jen wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, flush against her body. Every muscle in Dean's body relaxed, Jen pulled back,

"You okay?"

"Yeah...You're awsome." It just came out. Jen stared at him for a moment, and then busted out laughing, doubling over. Dean turned red and Jen couldn't breathe. Dean pulled her back upright, she was crying because of how hard she was laughing.

"I'm okay." She said, still giggling, trying to stop. Dean just shook his head, waiting. Jen looked back at him.

"Nope." She said and started laughing hard agiain. She pushed his arms away and went to the middle of the room.

"I'm sorry." She managed to get out.

Dean stayed where he was. "It just came out, I'm..."

"Don't say you're sorry. It's fine." Jen finally had contol of herself.

"I..."

"Dean. It is okay. It is my fault, that's just never something I thought anyone would say to me. Especially in the middle of making-out."

Dean walked over to her, she looked at him, "And it is so cute that you actually, one hundred percent meant it."

He rolled his eyes, "Cute? Well now I feel like a man."

"Dean, I swear..." Jen closed the gap between them and pulled his face down to her level, pushing her lips hard agianst his. Dean pushed her backwards, towards the bed. 'Crazy Train' was blasting on the radio. Finally, the back of her calves hit the bed and as she begain to fall backwards, Dean caught her and laid her down softly, crawling over her. Jen pushed herself towards the head of the bed and he followed, kissing her along the way, she giggled. Once she was finally still, he leaned his weight against her body, shifting his weight to one arm so his other was free.

Dean started working on the buttons of her shirt, and pushing it out of the way. When he was done, he moved back up to her and kissed her, Jen pushed her body up against his, arching her back. He groaned, and felt her smile against his lips. Like he had in Boston, he pulled her up with him so that she was straddling his lap, kneeling. Jen began working down the buttons on his shirt, Dean held her close, kissing her neck. It tickled and she giggled, fumbling with the buttons,

"Dammit." She whispered, he could hear the nervousness in her voice. Dean pulled her face against his. She wrapped her arms around his neck, distracted, forgetting the shirt for a moment. When Dean pulled back they just stared into each others eyes for a moment, Jen was totally mind blown and it took her a moment to recover. When she focused, she blushed uncontrollably, and looked down.

Dean pushed her hair back from her face, "What are you so scared about?"

Jen was silent for a moment, then tried to kiss Dean again. He groaned, and held her shoulders in place.

"You aren't dodging that easily. I'm new at this shit, but I am pretty sure that a relationship means you tell the other person what is going through your head."

Jen's hands fell, and she wouldn't look at him. Then she whispered, "What if I'm not good enough?"

It was Dean's turn to laugh hysterically, he laughed until he couldn't breathe. Jen blushed again, and he stopped, grabbing her chin.

"When I said you're awesome, I meant it. Babe, you are the biggest bad-ass ever. You are great at everything you do."

Jen rolled her eyes at him, Dean continued, trying to get her to forget.

"You are too good for me, okay? Hell I don't even know what you are doing with a guy like me. What the hell is the matter with you?"

Finally Jen looked at him and chuckled, then a thought hit him and he tensed, "Jen? Your not a..."

Before he could finish his thought, she shook her head. Dean exhaled, the small panic attack gone. He was lost in thought when he felt her return to the buttons on his shirt. Dean snapped out of it as Jen pushed the shirt off his shoulders. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor. Dean pushed her back down agianst the bed, kissing her everywhere, moving his hands over her skin. Her legs were hooked around his hips, she reached for his shirt and Dean arched his back, making it easy for her to slip it over his head. He sat up and unbuttoned her jeans, and stood up at the foot of the bed. Dean grabbed the bottom of her jeans and pulled, hard enough for her to start sliding down the bed,

"Shit," Jen grabbed the head board and giggled. Dean discarded the pants and slipped off his own. Jen laid on the bed, watching him. He looked up and down her body, only covered by a green bra and underware. He reached her eyes again,

"Can you stop that?" She asked, blushing again.

"What?"

"Smiling like an idiot. It makes me uncomfortable."

Dean laughed and dove on top of her, trailing his lips all the way up her stomch, between her breasts, and up her neck. Everytime his lips made contact, her body quivered. He reached her face, and pinned her hands with his, fingers intertwined. He kissed her hard, until neither of them could breathe, their bodies moving against each other, small noises escaping. Dean pulled back and smiled again, this time he was mind-blown as well. Jen smilled back at him. Dean let go of one hand and went to push down her underware,

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Dean and Jen both about hit the ceiling at the yell of John Winchester. Dean leapt off the bed and grabbed his pants,

"...Dad...I...we" He kept stammering. John's eyes were blazing, staring at Jen who was scrambling to cover herself with something. She grabbed the closest thing to her, which was Dean's button down. As she slipped it over her shoulders, her head snapped back. She was being drug across the room by her hair.

Jen tried to stand, struggling to get some leverage, but John threw her against the wall.

"Dad..." Dean was pleading. John ignored him

"You bitch, you little whore..."

Jen stood up and John rushed her, pulling out a long, wide blade. She raised her left hand to defend herself, a red hot pain ran up her arm as John pushed the knife through the palm of her hand, and through the wall over her head. Jen yelped in pain.

"Goddammit Dad!" Dean pulled John back and accidentally pushed him over.

"What is the matter with you Dean?" John was still yelling, "You just can't keep it in your pants, can you?"

Jen tried to reach up with her right hand and pull the blade out with her other hand, but it was too high for her to get any leverage. The pain was almost unbarable, she yelped again. Dean turned to help her.

John was on his feet and pulled his son around, "What are you doing, fucking the freaking help?"

Dean pushed John back, he was yelling, "What the hell does that mean?!"

John ignored him, turning on Jen again, "And you! You just couldn't keep your legs together. Fucking my son!?"

Dean grabbed John up by the collar of his shirt. Neither of them noticed Sam slip in the room as Dean was yelling,

"It-isn't-like-that."

"Yeah? Then what is it like Dean? Is she really that much better than any skank you could pick up in a bar? "

"Shut-up." Dean snarled. Jen was trying for the knife again, Sam watched the events unfold from the corner because what he had walked into baffled him. Jen was barely clothed, haning from the wall by a knife through her hand. Dean was in just his pants, holding their dad off the ground. All hell had broken loose.

John was still yelling at Dean, "What the hell is it? There is no way that little bitch is that good of a lay. What the fuck is..."

Dean was so frusturated that he rushed out the words, "Dammit, I love her."

The room fell into total silence at Dean's little Fruedian slip. Jen was totally frozen, barely breathing. Sam couldn't beleive his ears, and John just stared at his son. Dean didn't breathe and just stared off at the wall. Sam's phone ringing broke the silence. Dean let go of his dad and turned to Jen. She looked up at him, searching his face, he wouldn't make eye contact with her. Dean walked over, reached up and pulled the knife out of Jen's hand, tossing it aside. She grimaced, Dean held up her hand and examined it, she was going to have to see a doctor.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked softly, all the anger gone. Jen just nodded.

Sam answered his phone as Dean guided Jen to the bathroom to wrap her hand,

"Hello?"

"Sam?" A woman's voice is on the other side.

"Who is this?"

"Think real hard it will come to you."

Sam paused, Dean was finishing, tightening the bandage around Jen's hand.

"Meg." Sam said into the phone. Jen, Dean and John all jumped to attention.

Sam shook his head, "Last time I saw you you fell out of a window."

"Yeah, no thanks to you. That really hurt my feelings by the way."

"Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."

"Lemme speak to your Dad."

Sam looked over at John, "My Dad. I don't know where my Dad is."

"It's time for the grown ups to talk Sam, let me speak to him now."

Sam hesitated, but John held out his hand for the phone,

"This is John."

"Howdy John. I'm Meg. I'm a friend of your boys. I'm also the one who watched Jim Murphy choke on his own blood...still there John-boy?"

"I'm here."

"Well that was yesterday. Today I'm in Lincoln. Visiting another old friend of yours. He wants to say hi..."

John heard a man's voice over the phone, "John, whatever you do don't give..."

The man was cut off and John asked, "Caleb?"

Dean and Sam stiffened at the name, Jen didn't recognize it, she walked around the room silently , getting dressed.

John's voice became angry, "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

"We know you have the colt John."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. Well listen to this."

Over the phone John could hear the slice of a knife, and the sound of Caleb choking on his own blood.

"Caleb. Caleb!"

"You hear that? That's the sound of your friend dying. Now let's try this again. We know you have the gun John, word travels fast. So as far as we're concerned you just declared war. And this is what war looks like. It has casualties."

"I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"

"Oh John please, mind your blood pressure. So this is the thing. We're going to keep doing what we're doing. And your friends, anyone who has ever helped you, gave you shelter, anyone you ever loved. They'll all die unless you give us that gun."

John thinks for a moment.

"I'm waiting Johnny, better answer before the buzzer."

"Okay."

"Sorry? I didn't quiet get that."

"I said okay, I'll bring you the colt."

"There's a warehouse in Lincoln, on the corner of Wabash and Lake. You're gonna meet me there."

"It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there."

"You have until dark tomorrow."

"That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."

"Oh. Well I guess your friends die don't they. If you do decide to make it, come alone."

John threw the phone across the room. "Son of a bitch."

Sam spoke, "So you think Meg is a demon?"

John nodded, "Either that, or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter."

Dean sighed, "What do we do?"

"I'm going to Lincoln."

Jen scoffed, "What?"

"It doesn't look lilke we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die."

Sam was freaking out, "Dad, the demon is coming tomorrow. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over."

John smiled, "Who said anything about handing it over. Look, besides us and a coupla of vampires no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like."

Jen laughed dryly, "You can't just pick up any old gun."

John looked over, "Antique store."

Dean was astonished, "You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?"

"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference."

"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?"

"I just...I just need to buy a few hours, that's all."

Sam nodded in understanding, "You mean for Dean, Jen and me. You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?"

"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want...I want Mary alive. It's just...I just want this to be over..." He stared into space for a moment, "I'm gonna go to the store. Dean, why don't you get her to the hospital?"

The next morning, me and Dean were heading to meet Sam and John. Apparently they had found a ringer for the colt. My hand was wrapped from the hospital and hurt like a bitch. The doctor said I had been lucky, there was minimal damage and none of the bones had been broken. He had stitched some of the muscles and stitched the skin, telling me that eventually I would need the outer ones removed, the inner would dissolve. Dean had barely spoken to me the enitire time, instead I would catch him watching me, waiting for me to run for the hills.

We pulled behind John's truck on a muddy backroad. We got out and walked up to where John and Sam were standing,

"Did you guys get it?" I asked.

Sam pulled out a gun. It was old looking, a later model of the same colt. Dean exhaled heavily and spoke,

"You know this is a trap don't you. That's why Meg wants you to come alone?"

John scoffed "I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets..."

"Dad..." Dean started softly.

"What?"

"Promise me something. "

"What's that. "

"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead."

"Same goes for you. All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count."

Sam stood up straight, "Yes sir."

"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you guys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand? "

John handed Dean the real colt, and Dean nodded firmly. John smiled,

"I'll see you later."

John got into the truck and left Dean, Sam and Jen standing in the mud with the colt and the Impala.

"Well boys. We have a demon to smoke."

Dean turned to me, "Let's go get this son of a bitch."

John pulled his truck infront of the warehouse in Lincoln. He grabbed the fake colt off the passenger's seat and checked it. He got out and began walking around, he spots a tank on top of the roof. John begins jogging along an alley, checking the pipes and continueing on. He clambered up on the roof and takes out a rosary, unlocking the tank and opening it up. He chants quickly in Latin and drops the rosary into the water.

John hears footsteps and crouches, hidding in the shadows. Meg appears where he had just been walking. She looks around and then continues into a nearby building. John climbs down and backtracks, entering the room where Meg was. He stops a few feet away from her.

"John, you made it. Too bad really, I was hoping to kill more of your friends."

"Sorry to disappoint."

"I can see where you boys get their good looks. Though I must admit, considering what they say about you I thought you'd be...taller."

John just stared at her, waiting for her to finish with the games. She sighs,

"Well aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you just hand over the gun."

"If I give you the gun how do I get out of here?"

Meg smiled devilishly , "If you're as good as they say you are I'm sure you'll figure something out."

John pulled up the gun and cocked the hammer, "Maybe I'll just shoot you."

Meg took a step forward, "You wanna shoot me baby? Go ahead. There's more where I came from."

Another guy walks out of the shadows. His eyes flashed black, another demon.

"Who the hells that?"

"He's not nearly as much fun as I am I can tell you that. So I suggest you give us the gun."

John stared at the other demon and then back at Meg. She was becoming impatient,

"Now!" She yelled.

John uncocked the gun and flipped it around. Holding it out to her. Meg snatches it, looking over it.

"This is the colt?"

John nods.

Meg tosses the gun to the other demon,"What do you think?"

The other demon ran it through his hands. Then he pulls up, cocks it and shoots Meg, point blank in the chest. She staggers back, grabbing at the wound.

"You shot me! I can't believe you just shot me!"

The demon turns, eyes flashing black, "It's a fake."

He throws the gun aside, Meg turns to John,

"You're dead John. Your boys are dead."

John backed away, slowly, "I've never used the gun. How could I know it wouldn't work?"

Meg was advancing on him, "I'm so not in the mood for this. I've just been shot"

"Well then I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real."

Meg snarled, "That's funny John. We're going to strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny."

The hiss of steam escaping distracts Meg. When she looked away, Joh turned and ran, locking the door behind him and heading for the alley. Meg and the other demon kick open the door and race after him. John stops and turns a valve open, water rushes everywhere. The guy, stops and then continues. As he touches the water he begins smoking, he jumped back into Meg, howling.

Meg looked up, pissed, "Holy water John. Real cute."

John smiled and took off. He sprinted the entire way to his truck, but his tires were all slashed,

"Dammit." He said under his breath and took off around the side of the building. John makes a couple of turns, and then runs into a dead end. He stops, looking around. He grabs for his phone but is flung against a wall. When John looked up, groaning in pain, the demon and Meg were standing in front of him, smiling.

We were sitting in the car across from Monica's house. The entire day we had spent shifts scouting it; sitting in the park, walking by. Now that it was dark we were pretty safe staying in the car, Sam and Dean in the front with the colt laying between them. Through the window I could see the lady and her husband finishing their dinner.

Sam spoke, "Maybe we could tell em it was a gas leak. Might get em out of the house for a few hours."

Dean shook his head, "Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?"

Sam sighed, "Yeah... could always tell em the truth."

Dean just looked at Sam for a moment and then back at me, and back at Sam.

"Nah." They said in unison.

Sam kept fretting. Honestly the best chance this family had was us, sitting here, keeping an eye on them. Sam changes the subject,

"I wonder how Dad's doing. "

"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up. " Dean replied and kept watching the house.

"When do you guys think the thing will come?" I asked.

Sam shrugged, "In my vision, Monica looks like she woke up, so probably not for awhile."

I leaned back into the seat and stared at the house. Two more hours passed in silence .

"This is weird." Sam said.

"What?" Dean turned to face him. I just kept looking at the house, watching the family flip off lights.

"After all of these years we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."

"We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always."

"Yeah but this isn't like always."

Dean nodded, "True."

Sam got awkward, "Dean...ah...I wanna thank you."

"For what?"

"For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...And you Jen, for having our backs for the last few months...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case"

I didn't like where this was going and Dean didn't either because he got mad, "Whoa whoa whoa, are you kidding me?"

"What?" Sam sat up straighter.

"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?" Dean finished and went back to looking out the window.

I flipped out my phone and tried to call John, he should have had the meet by now. It just kept ringing,

"John's not answering." I said as I hung up.

Sam turned, "Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad."

I glanced up and saw Dean watching me in the rearview. The radio started getting staticky,

"Hey guys. Turn that up."

Dean leaned and cranked the dial, nothing was coming through. The wind outside started howling. The lights on the block started to flicker. I jumped out of the car, running for the house I yelled over my shoulder,

"It's here!"

I can hear them barreling up the lawn behind me. At the door I use a credit card to slide the lock becasue they hadn't used their deadbolt. I swung the door and we slipped in quietly. I headed for their living room. There was a grunt and I saw the baseball bat in time to duck. I came up and grabbed the bat with my right hand, the husband swung with his fist. I went to block with my left, but when it hit my hand I crumpled in pain. Dean came up behind me and grabbed the guy, pushing him against the wall. A lamp crashes to the ground.

The husband yells, "Get out of my house!"

I am seeing double from my hand being hit. Dean grabs the bat out of my hand and pushes it across the guy's throat. Sam pulls me to my feet and Dean speaks sharply,

"Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you."

A voice comes down the stairs, "Charlie? Is everything okay?"

The husband yells, "Monica get the baby!"

Sam tries to yell over him, "Don't go in the nursery!"

Charlie yells at Sam, "You stay away from her!"

He struggles against Dean's grip. Dean takes the end of the bat and knocks him unconscious and puts him in a fireman's lift and takes him outside. Me and Sam scramble up the stairs.

I hear Monica scream, "Rosie!"

We run into the room as Monica is sliding up the wall and onto the ceiling. There is a dark figure in the center of the room.

"Hey!" I yell, he turns on us. Yellow eyes shining, Sam stops in his tracks, frozen. Monica screams again. Sam raises the Colt and pulls the trigger but the demon vanishes into smoke. Monica falls to the floor and the room bursts into flame.

Sam yells over the commotion, "Where the hell did it go?"

"My baby!" Monica screams and tries to pull herself to the cradle.

"Sam, grab her!" I yell, choking on the smoke.

Sam grabs her and drags her toward the door, she keeps fighting him, screaming. I see him finally lift her up and carry her out of the room. I run to grab the baby,

"Jen!" I hear Dean yell.

"Jen! Where the hell you at?"

"Here!" I yell as I grab the baby with my good arm as the cradle catches flame. I rush out the door and straight into Dean. He pulls me towards the stairs and we race out of the house. As we run outside I can hear the husband yelling,

"You get away from my family."

"No Charlie don't. They saved us." Monica is sobbing and turns to see me with her baby. I hand Rosie to her.

She looks between the three of us, "Thank you."

We turn back to the burning house. In the flames is the silhouette of that damn demon, its yellow eyes staring, standing completly and utterly still. Sam tries running for the door,

"It's still in there!"

Dean and I grab Sam, holding him back, Dean is yelling, " Sam. Sam, no."

Sam struggles, "Dean let me go, it's still in there."

"Sam..." I yell, "It's burning. Going in is suicide."

"I don't care."

Dean grabs his little brother, "I do!"

Sam pauses, looking at Dean. I turn in time to see the flames rise higher and the demon disappear again.

In the motel room, Dean was pacing. It had been over three hours since the house and we still couldn't get ahold of John. Dean had the phone to his ear,

"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it..." He hung up and threw it across the room, "Somethings wrong."

I glaced over to see Sam just staring at the wall, jaw clenched. I rubbed my neck and looked back at Dean. I shrugged,

"We could head out..."

"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this." Sam cut me off. Fuck it, I was exhausted, my hand hurt, I wasn't going to even bother getting in the middle of this one.

Dean went over infront of his brother, "Sam, the only thing you would have ended was your life."

"You don't know that."

Dean was pissed, "So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

Sam stood up and walked towards Dean, "Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am. "

"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about."

"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? But it's not worth dying over."

Sam was shocked, "What?"

"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing."

"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom."

Dean scoffed, "You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."

Sam lost it and grabbed Dean by his collar, shoving him up the wall, " Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that."

I got off the couch, "Guys, it is time to cool it."

Dean started speaking quietly, "Sam look. Us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Dad..."

"Dad. " Sam was coming back to reality, upset, " He should have called by now. Try him again."

Dean turned and I tossed him his phone, he dialed John again on speaker. It clicked and there was a moment of silience, and then,

"You guys really screwed up this time." It was Meg

Dean's body stiffened, "Where is he?" He spat out between his teeth.

"You're never going to see your father again."