Shadow Re-Write Part Three
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After we decided what we were going to do, Sam and I head out to the car to get whatever we think we might need. Dean thought it'd be best if he was the one that would call Dad.
Sam and I enter the motel room just as Dean is finishing up his voicemail.
"We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse—it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." Dean says before he hangs up.
"Voicemail?" Sam asks. Well, duh.
"Yeah. Jesus, what'd you get?" Dean asks gesturing to the duffle bag. Sam chuckles while I just smile.
"We ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that we could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions." Sam says.
"Well, so whatever's coming our way, we'll be ready for it to say the least." Dean nods and grabs a gun and starts to load it.
"I have a feeling that its gonna be a big night." I say.
"You nervous?" Sam asks us.
"No. Why, are you?" Dean says quickly.
"No. No way." Sam replies just as quick.
"Well, since you two are lying, I'll be honest. I'm nervous to the max." I say bluntly.
We're all kind of silent for a minute or two; we're caught up in our own worlds. I'm not sure what they are thinking, but I'm thinking what if one of us gets hurt… or worse. I couldn't stand to lose a brother.
"Could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam asks all of a sudden.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean says with a small laugh.
"I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again." Sam says.
"You wanna go back to school?" I ask him.
"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing." Sam says. "Oh." I say quietly. Ouch, that hurts.
"Huh." Deans says not looking Sam in the eyes.
"Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?" Sam asks. Wow, this conversation just got awkward.
"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you." Dean says still not looking him in the eyes.
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks Dean.
Dean finally looks at him. "It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt."
"But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself…" Sam says but Dean cuts him off.
"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean says walking over to a dresser and turning his back to us. I just watch. This isn't my place to butt-in. Yeah, sure, I wasn't cool when Sam left. In fact, I was heart broken, but it's Sam's life. I can't live it for him.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asks. Dean is quiet for a while, then turns back to face us.
"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Dean asks walking away from the dresser.
"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom." Sam replies.
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man." Dean says returning to the dresser. He's silent once more. He turns back around to face Sam. "You and Abbie and me and Dad—I mean, I want us….I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."For once in my life, I feel sorry for my older brother. I mean, normally he's all 'I'm macho' and all. But, finally, for probably the first time in my life, I'm seeing the softer side to Dean. I like the cocky Dean better.
"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before." Sam says. Dean looks heartbroken. Ouch, that one hurt even more.
"Could be." Dean says sadly.
"I don't want them to be. 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." Sam says truthfully. After Sam says that, no one says anything. Between sadness and regret and other emotions that I can't begin to describe, I feel like I'm suffocating. I clear my throat and get up from the chair I've been sitting in for what feels like forever. "Sam, you want to grab something to eat?" I ask him. He nods. "Dean, you want us to bring you back anything?" "Sure, whatever's fine." He says. I grab some money from my purse and Sam and I head out. I turn back to look at Dean, and I swear I saw a tear roll down his cheek. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Inside a small diner, Sam and I are ordering our food. I order an extra cheeseburger (without onions; Dean doesn't like onions) for Dean. Sam orders the house special and I just order a greek salad.
After we're done ordering, we just sit in silence. It's not really awkward and its not really 'comfy' either.
"What about you?" Sam asks randomly.
"Say what?"
"What about you? What do you want after all this?" Sam asks rephrasing his question.
"Well, I guess I never really thought about it. I mean, I'd like to settle down and get married. But I don't think that will happen." I tell him.
"How come it won't happen?"
"I don't know. It could, but the chances are thin. I couldn't leave Dean, believe it or not, he's not all that tough. He needs us; both of us." I say taking a sudden interest in the table.
"Oh, yeah." Sam says looking away from me.
"Sam…"
"Yeah?"
"I need you too bro. You're my other half."
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Later that night, Dean, Sam, and I head over to the warehouse. We decided to sneak up on her and spoil her little reunion. We quietly climb up the elevator. We squeeze through the gap between the wall and elevator gate. We can hear Meg in the background speaking in some ancient language. I look at her to see that her back was to us, that makes us sneaking around a lot easier.
We hide behind some crates and pull out some guns. Suddenly, the room is quiet. You probably could have heard a pin drop.
"Guys plus girl." Meg says.
Sam, Dean, and I look at each other, we're obviously are all stunned.
"Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg asks.
"Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Dean says. Meg turns around to face us.
"Why don't you come out?" She asks.
"We might as well." I say with a shrug. We come out of hiding to face Meg.
"Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship." Meg says with a twisted smile.
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam mutters.
"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asks.
"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good." Meg replies."Dang." I say, resting my shotgun on my shoulder lazily.
"But, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon." Dean says.
"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asks.
"You." She says simply. I raise an eyebrow in confusion. I get my question answered quickly. Sam gets knocked to the floor while Dean gets thrown into some crates. I also get thrown, but into a wall.
"Ow." I mutter.
A claw-like scratch appears on Sam's face. One appears across my leg, ripping through my (favorite) jeans.
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Minutes later, we're tied to three separate posts in the warehouse. Meg walks in front of me, then Sam, and finally comes stops at Dean.
"Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch." Dean says. "I'll say." I add.
"This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Sam asks. Meg just laughs. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam continues.
"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all." Meg says sitting down in front of Sam.
"You killed those two people for nothin'." Sam says.
"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." Meg says honestly. "You're disgusting." I say. "Oh, thanks, you're so sweet." She says rolling her eyes.
"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time." Dean says while smiling. "But why don't you kill us already?"
"Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you." She says leaning in closer to Dean. He looks puzzled. And to be honest, I'm a little confused too.
"Dad. It's a trap for Dad." Sam says figuring out the puzzle.
"Oh, sweetheart—you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good." Dean says, which is true.
"He is pretty good. I'll give you that." She gets up and walks over to him. She sits down, straddling his legs. "But you see, he has one weakness.""And that is?" I ask.
"You." She says looking at me. She looks back at Dean, "He lets his guard down around his kids, lets 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." Meg says, taking her time to say the last part.
"Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some….shadow to kill him." Dean says.
"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see." Meg explains. "Cool. So, I could walk right into one by chance?" I asks sarcastically. "You know what?" She asks getting up from Dean. She walks over and stares down at me."What?""I'm getting tired of this little attitude of yours." She says."Are you now?" I ask. "Yeah." She says before slapping me in the face. "That was uncalled for." I say.
"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Sam asks.
"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do—loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy—and Jess." She says answering Sam's question. She leaves me and walks over to him. I let the knife that I had been hiding up my sleeve. I been to saw back and forth against the rope as quietly as I can.
"Go to hell." Sam says.
"Baby, I'm already there." Meg says sitting on top of Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty." She leans in to whisper something in his ear. I can't quite hear what she says but that's okay, I need to concentrate on cutting this rope.
"Get a room, you two." Dean says.
"I didn't mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." Meg says so that everyone can hear. She probably said that to annoy Dean. Meg begins to kiss Sam on the neck."Please gag me." I say, still trying to cut through the rope.
"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." Sam says. In any other time, I would have laughed, but under the current circumstances…
Meg continues to kiss him. Finally I'm through the rope with no noise either. A noise on Dean's side of the room makes her stop. She gets up and walks behind Dean's post. She sees he has a knife in his hand. She takes it away and tosses it into a corner. Meg swings around to the other side of the post, and smiles at Dean, who chuckles guiltily. She walks over to me to make sure I was still tied but to her surprise I've broken through my ropes too. She slaps me across the face again and slides back over to Sam. "Bitch…" I mutter. One thing I don't get is why is doesn't tie me back up but oh well, that just makes this a whole lot easier.
She shoots me a glare. "Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" She asks Sam.
"No. No. That's because I have a knife of my own." Sam says. Meg look's confused. Sam breaks free from his ropes and grabs Meg by the shoulders. Sam gives her a head butt which causes her to fall to the floor.
I take the chance to spring up from the floor. I rush over to Sam to help him up. I pull him up quickly. After he's up, I give Meg a hard kick to the shin. She moans from the ground. "That's for the slaps bitch." I say.
"Sam! Get the altar." Dean yells. Sam rushes over to the altar and overturns it. The shadow demon appears out of nowhere and grabs Meg. Meg's dragged across the floor and thrown through the window. I hear a loud thud as she hit's the ground. I hurry over to Dean to finish cutting through his ropes. I also help to pull him up. We walk over to Sam who's standing by the window. I look out to see Meg sprawled out on the sidewalk, presumably dead."Bitch." I say."You're stealing my word little sis!" Dean says, grabbing me in a headlock and giving me a noogie. "Alright, alright. Let me go." I say getting out of his headlock.
"I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam says.
"Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?" Dean asks.
"Hm?"
"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" Dean says walking away. "Remind me not to go to him for dating advice, okay?" I ask Sam with a smile. "C'mon, lets get out of here."
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We head back to the motel room. Sam and Dean are having another fight about God knows what. Something about something that's probably not important.
"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks Sam.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again…better safe than sorry." Sam says. Dean unlocks the door, but as we walk into the room, I see an outline of some guy standing by the window."What the…?" I trail off. Somehow, the way the guys standing seems familiar.
"Hey!" Dean yells. Sam turns on the light as the man turns around. I see the face of my 'missing' father.
"Dad?"
"Hey, kids." Dad says with a smile playing his lips. Dean rushes over to him and gives him a long hug. Sam watches sadly. I put an arm around Sam's shoulders. Dean and Dad pull apart. I run over to him and give him a quick hug. He kisses me on the forehead. "Hi, Dad." I say."Hey, baby. How's my girl?" "I've been better." I say honestly. "Hi, Sam." Dad says turning to Sam.
"Hey, Dad." Sam says softly. They don't hug, which I'm surprised about.
"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry." Dean says quickly.
"It's all right. I thought it might've been." Dad tells him.
"Were you there?" I ask him.
"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?" Dad asks, somewhat jokingly. That reminds me of when we were all kids. Dad would be out hunting for a few days and when he came back, I'd run up to him and ask, "Daddy, did you get the bad guy?" He'd always reply with a 'yeah baby I did'.
"Yes, sir." Sam, Dean, and I all say at the same time. Wow, that doesn't happen but once every blue moon, I think talk to Sam. He smiles but quickly sobers up to listen to what Dad is saying.
"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." He says.
"The demon has?" I ask him.
Dad nods and then says, "It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell—actually kill it."
"How?" Dean asks him.
"I'm workin' on that." Dad says while smiling.
"Let us come with you. We'll help." Sam says motioning to us.
"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt." Dad tells us.
"Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam says.
"Of course I do. I'm your father. Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight." Dad says.
"Yes, sir." Sam replies.
"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time." Dad says.
"Too long." Sam says. Finally, he and Dad hug, both are crying. Tears come to my eyes, I wipe them away quickly, but more come. Maybe, being a family like Dean said would be a good thing.
About a minute later, the pull apart (still tearful). Everyone just looks around. All of a sudden, the shadow demon attacks Dad. He gets thrown into a set of cabinets and falls to the ground. Sam also gets knocked back.
"No!" Dean yells before he gets thrown to the floor. I'm sent flying backwards into the mini-fridge. The attack continues on and on for what seems like forever. By this point, in addition to my previous scratch on the leg, I now adorn a scratch across my face and down my left arm.
At some point, Sam made his way over to the bag of weapons he dropped earlier. He reaches in and pulls out a flare. "Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" Sam yells to us.
He lights the flare, and the room is instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light. The shadow demon vanishes.
"Dean? Sam? Where are you?" I yell over the noise. "Abbie!" Sam yells back. I make my way over to him. He puts an arm around my waist and grabs the weapon bag in the other. We get out the door with Dad and Dean closely behind us. The whole time, the four of us are coughing and choking.
Outside the motel building, we make our way to our cars. We all have fresh cuts, Dean has a claw-like cut running down his forehead and one on his right cheek. Sam has a nasty cut on his left cheek and part of his nose. Dad has a cut running down the side of his face and part of his neck. "Okay, we need to patch up our cuts." I say.
"We don't have much time, we can do that later. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam says putting the duffle bag in the backseat of Dean's impala.
"Wait, wait. Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us." Dean says. "Come again?" I ask.
"What? What are you talkin' about?" Sam asks.
"You kids…you're beat to hell." Dad says looking at our cuts and scratches.
"We'll be all right." Dean says.
"Dean, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons…" Sam says.
"Sam! Listen to me! 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. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He's—he's stronger without us around." Dean says honestly. I can tell that it hurts him to say that, but I guess it has to be said. Tears brim my eyes again that day, but for a much different reason.
"Dad, no." Sam says as he puts a hand on dad's shoulder. "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for you…please. I gotta be a part of this fight."
"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go." Dad says. We're all quiet for a moment, everyone close to tears.
Finally, Sam pats Dad's shoulder once, then lets go. Dad and Dean just look at each other.
"Bye Dad." I say giving him hug.
After that, he walks to his truck but before he gets in, turns around to say, "Be careful." He gets in his truck and drives away."You too." I say barely audible.
"Come on." Dean says to us. As we get into the car, we watch Dad's truck turn the corner and out of site. Dean starts the car without a word from any of us. We speed down the road and out of town.
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