Chapter 21- To Cure A Demon
The hours ticked by. Meg started pointless games with Sam even as something curled around her. Her whole being squirmed as the blood pumped through her….
"I spy something… red." Meg said her grin driving Crowley insane.
"Blood?" Sam guessed, this was dumb but better than sitting in silence. The little demon shook her head with a smug look on her face.
"The cushion?" Sam guessed again. He sighed loud when the demon shook her head. "Just tell me."
The demon cackled, before rolling onto her back on the pew. "Crowley's face!"
Said demon glared and sure enough, as soon as she said something, his face turned red. "Hey that's cheating! His face wasn't red till you said something!" But Sam was grinning too, a soft snort leaving him when he glanced at Crowley.
"Moose. Do the next so we can get this over with." Crowley spat. Sam obliged when his alarm when off and he yelled out when Crowley bit him. Meg jumped up, rushing to Sam and pulling him away with a snarl at Crowley.
"Ow! Crowley… biting? Seriously?!" Sam hissed. Meg pulled Sam out the door, cursing Crowley.
"You Ok?" Meg asked when they got out the door. He grinned bitterly.
"Yeah. Human teeth hurt more than a lot of monsters ironically." Sam dumped alcohol on his arm, hissing. Meg rubbed his shoulder, she was acting odd… almost cuddly. "Are you ok Meg?"
"Yup! Just… I don't know. I feel… sad." Meg softly said. "I'm sorry for what I've done to you. To your dad. And you of course."
"I guess the cure is working." Sam looked down at her with a smirk.
"I guess it is. Let's go see how's it's affecting Crowley." Meg trotted a head of Sam and back into the church.
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Not an hour later, the bitch Abbadon appeared. She burst through the door, and Meg hopped up next to Sam, an angel blade held in her hand. The ensuring fight was a bit of a shit show in Megs opinion but, for the first time ever, Crowley and Meg fought together. Then Sam set the bitch on fire. Not long after that, Crowley started bitching. Whining and full on tears. Meg felt awful for thinking it was hilarious… but then again… she was over to the side getting all sorts of worked up over dumb stuff.
Finally, the hour was upon them. The final part to the trials. To close the gates of Hell forever. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes. Crowley had grown silent and still. He was actually unchained now. They were sitting together, all three of them. Their heads bowed and silence reigning.
The whole world seemed silent. Holding its breath. The shattered windows shining eerily. The whistle of the wind had stopped. The air was cool, easing the fever she felt as though she had.
The hot blood entered her neck, the burn filling her. Sam ran a hand over her hair, she seemed to be holding her breath… what for? Crowley tiled his head to the side, allowing Sam to inject the fresh blood into him. Just as Sam was about to speak the final word of his incantation, the door burst open.
Dean's powerful voice echoed through the night. "Sam! Stop!"
As Sam jumped and looked up, the dim light caught his face. He looked awful… she felt awful. Did something go wrong? Next to her. Crowley was swaying, his head lolling. Surely something has gone very wrong. Her vision was tunneled, her hearing buzzing and she could hardly hear Dean. Something bit dripped down her cheeks, a lot of it. Sam was shouting at Dean, pointing at the lethargic demons. Crowley was crying… did that mean she was crying too?
Then Dean was pulling Sam close and just as slowly as it came on, she could feel that awful feeling abating. She closed her eyes and felt Crowley lean against her, a part of her cringed away but for now … it was ok. A voice was shouting for her. Her hearing came back in, sharp, an immediate pain drumming through her head.
"Meg! HELP me!" Dean was screaming. He needed her. She stood on shaking legs and to her shock, Crowley kept her upright when she almost tipped over.
She grabbed one of Sam's arms and helped Dean drag him outside. Crowley was stumbling behind them. Megs legs gave out when they reached the Impala. She caught herself on the hood, Sam falling against Dean. As they panted and struggled, Sam was crying out, making horrible noises of pain. He was dying, she realized, horrified. Dean was screaming again. And when she heard who he was crying out for, she joined him, her voice weak. Clarence always came when she called… except, there was no flapping of giant wings. Where the hell was He?
She was still leaning on shaking legs against the sleek black car when suddenly the Impala lit up. The paint and windows reflecting the sky above her. Sam was making gasping sounds, each breath rattling. Meg and Crowley were standing close together, shaking. The wind picked up again, blowing hotter than it had been that night. It threw her hair around her face and made their clothes fly around.
"No… Cas." Dean whispered. Sam froze in his… dying and together as one, the humans and demons looked up. Great, flaming things were falling towards the earth, the heat coming off of them only rivaled by Hellfire.
"What's happening?" Sam gasped, Meg couldn't speak.
"Angels… they are falling…" Dean said. Meg felt her shocked body give way to fear. Clarence…