Author's Note: HERE IT IS! Season one finale! I worked my butt off to get this up today! I cannot wait to start season two! I have a huge plan involving her powers, and Lgoan and lots more!Thank you to all my awesome reviewers! i wouldn't have had the motivation to get this far without you guys!
Chapter Twenty Five
I think I died somewhere between a few minutes ago and now. My heart had stopped; I had stopped breathing, and died. Now I was in hell, and they had tricked me to believe that the demons had my dad and were going to kill him. Yep, that had to be it, because my father, John freaking Winchester, did not just die because of demons. That would never happen. He was my father.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked, watching him put the colt in his jeans and take his duffel bag off the bed and start shoving stuff into it.
"We gotta go" Dean said, taking my bag and shoving my stuff in it.
"Why?" Sam asked. I looked at him like he was nuts. What the hell did he mean, why?
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right?" Dean said frantically. "It knows we've got the Colt, it's got Dad, it's probably comin' for us next" He pulled on his coat. "Lex, get in the car"
I stood up, not even thinking straight. "Wait" Sam said. "We've still got three bullets left. Let it come"
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready!" Dean shouted. "We don't know how many of 'em are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now" he said with a finality. I stood still, not knowing what to do. "Lex, get your ass in the car!" Dean shouted.
That seemed to kick me back into reality, and I grabbed my stuff and headed for the backseat.
"I'm tellin' you, Dean, we could've taken him" Sam scoffed as we drove down the road.
"What we need is a plan" Dean said, ignoring Sam. "Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we've just got to figure out where. They'll want to trade him for the gun" Sam shook his head. "What?" he asked.
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam asked. Dean didn't respond. "Dad….he might be—"
"Don't!" I shouted from the back. "Just don't"
"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing" Sam said. "We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job"
"Screw the job, Sam!" Dean shouted.
"Dean, I'm just tryin' to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going" Sam stated.
"Would you quit talkin' about him like he's dead already? Listen to me!" Dean yelled. "Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!"
Sam said nothing, so I jumped in. "So, how do we find him?" I asked.
"Maybe we go to Lincoln" Dean suggested. "Start at the warehouse where he was taken"
"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are gonna leave a trail?" Sam asked.
Dean sighed in defeat. "You're right. We need help" he admitted. He sped faster.
We pulled up to Bobby's by the time the sun was high in the sky. "What are you idgits doing here?" Bobby said, cocking one eyebrow at us. It wasn't like us to just show up usually. "Not that I ain't happy to see you, but" he stopped, looking at our deadpan faces. "What's wrong?"
Dean sighed, and pulled him inside to tell him. I glanced around at the big Singer's auto sign and the rundown house that held a lot of my childhood. All the broken down cars around made me smile, even though it was the last thing I actually wanted to do at the moment. "Hey Rumsfeld" I smiled, petting the dog on the head as I entered the house after Sam.
Dean was still explaining everything to Bobby, and I just sort of sat quietly by the window, watching the yard. "Lex, get away from the window" Sam scoffed, pulling me back. "You know better than that"
I shot him an annoyed glance, but went to sit on the couch anyway. I did know better, I just didn't care. My father was out there. If they saw me on the window, all the better. I would kick their ass to oblivion.
"Here ya go" Bobby said, handing Dean a flask.
"What is this?" Dean asked. "Holy water?"
"That one is" Bobby said, holding up another flask. "This is whiskey" He took a swig and then handed it over to Dean, who also took a sip.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything" Dean said. "To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come"
"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help" Bobby scoffed.
"Yeah, but last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot" I said unhelpfully. "You cocked the shotgun and everything"
"Yeah, well, what can I say?" Bobby asked with a small grin. "John just has that effect on people"
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, I guess he does, doesn't he?"
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back" Bobby stated.
"Bobby, this book—I've never seen anything like it" Sam said, flipping through it in amazement. Leave it to Sam to look through a freaking book when his father was missing.
"The Key of Solomon?" Bobby asked. He walked over, glancing at the pages. "It's the real deal, all right"
Sam pointed to the page. I stood up, looking down at the picture of the circle he was pointing to. "And these protective circles—they really work?" Sam asked.
"Hell, yeah" Bobby nodded. "You get a demon in one, they're trapped—powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel"
"The man knows his stuff" Dean stated fondly. I glanced at Bobby then back at the picture. I quickly memorized the design and pictures of the circles.
"I'll tell you somethin' else, too—this is some serious crap you three stepped in" Bobby scoffed.
"Yeah? How's that?" Sam asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops" he sighed. "This year, I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm sayin'? More and more demons are walkin' among us—a lot more"
"Do you know why?" I asked.
"No, but I know it's somethin' big" he said. "A storm's comin'. And you three, your daddy—you are smack in the middle of it"
I looked to Dean worriedly. I didn't really want to be in the middle of anything. Hell, I wasn't even sure I wanted to hunt much anymore. At this point all I wanted to do was take a freaking nap.
The dog started barking. "Rumsfeld" Bobby stated, walking to the window. "What is it?" He paused as the dog stopped barking. "Something's wrong" he stated.
The door was kicked down, and Meg walked through it, smiling wildly. Dean pulled out his bottle of holy water. "No more crap, okay?" Meg said shaking her head. With one swift move she flung Dean away from her, and he smacked the wall. Sam was in front of me protectively in seconds. "I want the Colt, Sam—the real Colt. Right now" she said.
"We don't have it on us" he said quickly. "We buried it"
Meg glared. "Didn't I say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed" she scoffed. "First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you thee chuckleheads. Lackluster, men, and you carry one cute little bitch" she paused, looking at me. "I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" she asked.
"Actually, we were counting on it" Dean smiled. He looked up, where Bobby had drawn the protective circles on the ceiling. "Gotcha" he grinned.
Meg was tied to a chair in the middle of the devil's trap. She just smiled at us, not even struggling against the ropes. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask" she grinned.
"I salted the doors and windows" Bobby said, walking back to the room. "If there are any demons out there, they ain't gettin' in"
Dean nodded and walked over to Meg. "Where's our father, Meg?" he asked, angrily.
She shrugged slightly. "You didn't ask very nice"
Dean glared. "Where's our father, bitch?"
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked. She gasped. "Oh, I forgot" she stated sadly. "You don't"
I took a step towards her, ready to punch that grin right off her face. Sam caught me, pulling me back. I stopped, huffing in annoyance. Dean leaned in towards her really close. "Hey, you think this is a friggin' game?" he yelled. "Where is he? What did you do to him?"
Meg smiled. "He died screaming. I killed him myself" She grinned wider. Dean's nostrils flared, and he backhanded her. I raised my eyebrows in shock. I had never seen him hit a girl. He never even hit me. "That's kind of a turn on—you hitting a girl" Meg smiled, licking her lips.
"You're no girl" Dean stated coldly.
"Dean" Bobby said. Dean turned to look at him, and slowly walked over, not taking his eyes off Meg.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"She's lying, he's not dead" Dean said, clenching and unclenching his fists.
"Dean, you've got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her" Bobby said.
"Why?" Dean demanded, cocking one eyebrow.
"Because she really is a girl, that's why" Bobby scoffed like this was something that we totally should've known.
"What are you talkin' about?" I asked, glancing back towards Meg.
"She's possessed" Bobby stated. "That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" I glanced back at Meg again and watched her shaking in her chair.
"You're tryin' to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked. Bobby nodded. He looked at Meg. "That's actually good news" he stated, and walked back over. He handed Sam a book. "You get to read" he said.
"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg asked with a smirk.
"Somethin' like that" Dean smiled. "Hit it, Sam"
Sam sighed, and started the chant. "An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked.
"Oh, we're goin' for it, baby—head-spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards" Dean smiled. Sam kept reading, trying to concentrate. Meg suddenly groaned in pain, and Sam stopped.
"I'm gonna kill you" Meg stated, looking at me. "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body!"
"No, you're gonna burn in hell—unless you tell us where our dad is" Dean said. Meg hung her head, and said nothing. Dean smirked. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan" He nodded at Sam.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus , omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica." Sam said. Meg trembled, screaming in pain.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes" she shouted. She clenched her jaw. "He begged to see his kids one last time. That's when I slit his throat" I backed up a little, running into Bobby. He put a hand on my shoulder.
I paused, looking at Dean. Sam paused his reading as well, and Dean leaned in to Meg, inches from her face. "For your sake, I hope you're lying" Dean stated. "'Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God"
"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis." Sam said. Wind came from nowhere, making pages flip and my hair sweep behind me. Sam hesitated, but kept going. "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt."
Meg screamed again, pulling on the ropes. She was shaking uncontrollably. "Where is he?" Dean demanded.
"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?" she asked.
Dean slammed his hands on her chair, making her jump. "Where is he?"
"Dead!" She shouted.
"No, he's not! He's not dead, he can't be!" I yelled from where I was. Dean and Sam and Bobby all looked at me like I was nuts.
"What are you lookin' at?" Dean asked Sam, tapping the book. "Keep reading"
"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Meg screamed louder than ever, twitching. Her chair began to move around her circle, and the lights flickered. "Te rogamus audi—"
Her chair stopped. "He will be!" Meg shouted.
Sam stopped. "Wait! What?" Dean asked.
"He's not dead" she smiled. "But he will be after what we do to him"
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asked.
Meg shrugged slightly. "You don't"
Dean sighed in annoyance. "Sam!"
"A building! Okay?" she said, looking at Sam in fear. "A building in Jefferson City"
"Missouri?" Dean asked. "Where, where? An address!"
"I don't know!" Meg shouted, sounding close to tears.
"And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know, I swear!" she yelled. She choked on a sob. "That's everything. That's all I know" She hung her head in exhaustion and panted.
Dean paced around her for a moment. "Finish it" he said to Sam.
"What? I told you the truth!" Meg shouted.
"I don't care" Dean said coldly.
"You son of a bitch" she swore. "You promised!"
"I lied!" Dean screamed. "Sam?" Sam just stood there. "Sam!" he yelled. He walked over, tapping on the book. "Read" he urged.
"We can still use her—find out where the demon is" Sam pleaded.
"She doesn't know" Dean said, shaking his head.
"She lied!" Sam yelled.
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there" Dean argued. "We've got to help her"
"You're gonna kill her" Bobby said. Dean looked at him. "You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die"
"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that" Dean said.
"She is a human being" Bobby replied.
"Guys" I said, speaking up. "Trust me, if I was—" I paused. "I'd want it out of me"
Dean looked at me and nodded. He knew I was referring to the time that I was possessed. "Then we're gonna put her out of her misery" Dean said. "Sam, finish it" Sam just looked at Meg, who was still struggling. "Finish it"
"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae. Terogamus audi nos." Sam finished. Meg's body twitched once, then her eyes turned the coal black's of a demons. She lifted her head to the ceiling and let out a loud scream, black smoke erupting from her mouth. Once it was all out, her head fell forward, and she was motionless. I almost thought she was dead, until she slowly lifted up her head. Blood was running out of her mouth and nose.
"She's still alive" Dean stated. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets" he said. I ran with Bobby to get the stuff he ordered. I came back, holding blankets. They laid her on the floor.
"A year" she choked out softly.
"What?" Sam asked.
"It's been a year"
"Shh, shh, just take it easy" Sam urged, trying to get her to calm down.
"I've been awake….for some of it" she whispered. "I couldn't move my own body. The things I did—it's a nightmare"
"Was it telling us the truth about our dad?" I asked.
"Lex" Sam warned.
"We need to know" I stated, looking back at Meg.
"Yes. But it wants you to know….that they want you to come for him." She said.
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters" Dean stated. Bobby came with the water. Dean tried to get her to drink some, but she spit it out, choking.
"Where's the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked her.
"Not there….other ones—awful ones" she sighed.
"Where are they keeping our dad?" Dean asked.
"By the r-river" she said. She paused. "Sunrise"
"Sunrise? What does that mean?" Dean asked. Her eyed closed slightly and she was silent. "What does that mean?" Dean asked. Meg lay there motionless. She was dead.
"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here" Bobby sighed.
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked.
Bobby scoffed. "You think you guys invented lyin' to the cops?" he asked.
I'll figure somethin' out" He handed Sam the book with all the different devil's traps in it. "Here. Take this. You might need it"
"Thanks….for everything" Dean said. "Be careful, all right?"
"You just go find your dad" he said. "And when you do, bring him around, would ya? I won't even try to shoot him this time" I gave a small smile.
We got into the impala, and I was silent for awhile. "You okay back there?" Dean called. "You've been quiet"
"Yeah" I said, with a long sigh. "I'm okay"
"We're going to get him back, Lex" Sam stated.
"I know" I replied. "I just….I have a headache" After that I was silent again. We drove the rest of the way without a word.
Dean loaded his gun as we prepared to get out of the car. "You've been quiet" Sam said.
"Just gettin' ready" Dean stated.
"He's gonna be fine, Dean" Sam replied. Dean didn't say anything. I put my knife in my pants and concentrated. I was trying to see if I felt my dad. I got something, like I had in Lawrence and such, but it felt…wrong. Like the picture was there, but it wasn't coming through clearly.
"Dude, what are you drawin' on my car?" Dean asked, bringing me out of my focus. I walked over to see Sam drawing on the car.
"It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it" Sam said.
Dean glared at him. "So?"
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox" Sam replied. He went to the other side of the car and drew another one on the other side of the trunk.
"So?" Dean asked again.
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad" Sam said.
"What are you talkin' about? We're bringin' the Colt with us" Dean argued.
"We can't, Dean" Sam replied. "We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use 'em on any demon. We've got to use 'em on the demon"
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay?" Dean said. "We're gonna need all the help we can get"
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets?" Sam asked. "Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun"
"I don't care, Sam! I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?" he asked.
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too!" Sam shouted. "Hell, you're the one who came and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean! I'm just tryin' to finish it!"
"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing" Dean said. "But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you" he said. I looked away. "You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge"
"That's not true, Dean" Sam said. "I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage, and you know it, Dean. We cannot bring that gun. We can't"
"Lex?" Dean asked, looking at me. I glanced at the Colt in his hand.
"I think you should leave the gun" I stated.
"Fine" Dean said.
"I'm serious, Dean" Sam said.
Dean put the Colt in the trunk. "I said "fine", Sam" he scoffed. He walked away, and Sam closed the trunk. I followed Dean.
"Nice slight of hand there" I stated. He looked at me, shocked. I had seen him grab the colt again. I wasn't an idiot. "The only reason I agreed with Sam was because I knew you would take it anyway"
"Why didn't you just go against Sam?" he asked.
"Because Sam is too worried about revenge right now to see reason" I scoffed. I pulled out the knife, adjusting it in my belt. "You ready?" I asked. He nodded. We walked off down the river, not really sure where we were going. Meg had said sunrise. Whatever the hell that meant.
"Hey, hey" Dean called, pulling me backwards. "I think I know what Meg meant by "Sunrise"." He pointed across the street. It was an apartment complex called Sunrise Apartments. "Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people, they can possess almost anybody inside"
"Yeah" Sam nodded. "And make anybody attack us"
"And so we can't kill 'em—a building full of human shields" I scoffed.
"They probably know exactly what we look like, too" Sam said. "And they can look like anybody"
I glanced at the people entering and exiting the apartments. "This sucks out loud" Dean stated.
"Yeah, tell me about it" Sam said. "All right, so, how the hell are we gonna get in?"
I shrugged, watching the people. "Pull the fire alarm" Dean said. "Get out all the civilians"
"Okay. But then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?" I asked.
"Seven minutes, exactly" Dean nodded.
"Awesome" I stated. Dean and I waited as Sam dashed into the building. "You can use fire suits" I stated. "Distract them and then head in, undetected"
"Good idea" he nodded. "You be the distraction, stay outside. Call me if anything goes wrong"
"Dean" I whined. He shot me a look. I sighed, looking away from him. "You gotta save dad" I paused. "Hear that?" I asked, hearing the ring of the alarm.
The fire department was there in six minutes. One minute faster than their record. "Go" Dean whispered, as soon as Sammy was back. "Hey, what's happening?" I asked the fireman, walking on the scene. "Is there a fire?"
"We're figuring that out right now, kid" he remarked. "Just stay back"
"Well, I got a Yorkie upstairs, and he pees when he's nervous" I stated. "What if he gets scared? He'll ruin my new rug!"
The fireman shot me an annoyed look. I glanced to Dean. "Step behind the blockades" he scoffed, leading me over.
"I don't think you get the seriousness of the situation" I stated, deadpan serious. "I mean, that was an expensive rug"
"Look, kid" he sighed. "The sooner you let me do my job, the sooner you can get back to your puppy or whatever"
Sam shot me a thumbs up. They had the outfits. "You know what" I said. "You're right" I smiled. "Thank you" I stood and watched them enter the building.
I was anxious and nervous. A few loud bangs made me jump a mile in the air. I didn't like being left out of the action. They could be dead for all I knew at this very moment. I took a deep breath. Relax, Lex. They're Dean and Sam. They don't fail.
A man stumbled back into me. "Ow" I scoffed. "Watch it, buddy" He turned around, and I noticed his coal black eyes. "You—"
He pushed me backwards, sending me flying. I fell on my ass, so taken aback. I scrambled for my phone. "Hey, buddy, you can't go in" A fireman said to him. He grabbed the man by the shoulders, and his eyes turned too. They went in together.
I groaned, trying to get my phone. I dialed Dean. "De-" I choked out. "Get out"
"Kay" he said, and hung up. I got up, and went to scope out the building. I walked around, and saw them coming out the fire escape. "Lex" Dean called, pointing behind me.
I turned to see another demon. He threw me sideways, into a car. I collapsed with a humph and just lay there for a second. I was pretty sure my head was bleeding. Dean was thrown on top of the car, crashing into the windshield.
I glanced at Sammy, who was being punched into the ground mercilessly. He just kept going at him. I stupidly got up and tried to kick him off. He turned and wailed on me twice before I was on my knees again. I rolled sideways, and suddenly heard a gunshot.
I sat up to see the demon fall over, dead. Dean had used the Colt. "Lex" Dean said, pulling me up close to him by my shirt. I was too dazed to answer him. "Alexis!" he shouted, shaking me.
"I'm okay" I stuttered. "Sammy?"
Dean nodded; getting that I wanted him to make sure Sam was okay. "Sam….Sam" he said.
"M'good" he grunted, getting up.
"Come on" Dean said, pulling him to his feet. He stood up and hobbled over to help dad. Dean pulled me up too. "Come on, we've got to get out of here" he said. He pulled my dad over his shoulder, and we all limped back to the car.
I felt sick to my stomach. I wasn't sure what it what it was yet, but I was sure that something was wrong. I glanced over at my father and sighed. "De" I said, looking over at him. He was cleaning up his gash on his back. "Is he okay?"
"For the millionth time" Dean sighed, annoyed. "He was being drugged. He just has to sleep it off"
"Okay" I said, leaning on the chair for support. Wave of nausea.
"Are you okay?" he asked me, pulling me towards him. "You've been acting funny"
"I got thrown into a car" I stated. "And I'm in pain" He looked at me expectantly. "No, Dean" I said. "I'm okay. Really" He smiled and ruffled my hair. I scoffed at him and pulled away.
Sam re-entered the rundown building. He had been coating the outside in salt. "How is he?" he asked, finishing with the windowsill.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all" Dean said, looking at my father happily. "How are you?"
"I'll survive" Sam stated. "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"
"I don't know. I don't think so" Dean said. He motioned at the abandoned cottage we were currently in. "We couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up"
"Yeah" Sam sighed. "Hey, uh….Dean, you, um….you saved my life back there"
Dean smirked. "So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" He asked.
"Man, I'm tryin' to thank you here" Sam said, glaring at him.
Dean paused, and then smiled slightly. "You're welcome" Sam went to the other window. "Guys" he said. "You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there"
I turned to look at him confused. These things didn't usually bother him. Me or Sam, yeah. Dean, no. "You didn't have a choice, Dean" Sam stated.
"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me" Dean said.
"Then what does?" I asked.
"Killin' that guy, killin' Meg—I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch" he said. He looked down. "For you two or Dad, the things I'm willin' to do or kill, it just….it scares me sometimes"
I sat next to him on the bed and sighed. I leaned into him.
"It shouldn't" said my father, hobbling into the room. "You did good"
"You're not mad?" Dean asked, in shock.
My dad's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "For what?"
"Usin' a bullet" Dean said.
"Mad? I'm proud of you" my father sighed. "You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you—you watch out for this family. You always have"
Dean looked at him confused. "Thanks" he said after a moment. He shot me a look. I glanced back, only sort of confused. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I couldn't. I couldn't say for sure that the man in front of me wasn't my father until I was sure.
The lights flickered. I could hear the wind howl outside. "It found us. It's here" my dad stated.
Sam jumped to his feet. "The demon?"
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door" my father instructed.
Sam nodded. "Already did it"
"Well, check it, okay?" my dad said worriedly. Sam nodded and went to leave. "Dean, you got the gun?" Dean nodded. "Give it to me" he said, hand out.
I took a hunch and leaned slightly towards my father. The nausea increased, and the head ache started. I shot Dean a look, but he wasn't looking at me. "Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation" Dean said. "It vanished"
"This is me. I won't miss" my father said urgently. "Now, the gun. Hurry" Dean held the gun, and looked at me. I shook my head. "Son, please" he pleaded. Dean stepped back, pulling me with him. "Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?"
"Lexie, get behind me" he said, he looked to my father once I was safely behind him. "You'd be furious" he said.
My father glared, irritated. "What?"
"That I wasted a bullet" Dean said. "He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one" He raised the gun and cocked it. "You're not my dad"
"Dean, it's me" he persisted.
"I know my dad better than anyone" Dean said, shaking his head. "And you ain't him"
"Lexie, peanut" he pleaded. "Get away from him. He's gone insane"
"No" I said, going closer to Dean.
"What the hell has gotten into you two?" he asked.
"We could ask you the same thing" Dean said, with a nod.
"Dean? What the hell is going on?" Sam asked, coming back. He glanced from us to dad, then back again.
"Your brother's lost his mind" my dad said, glaring at us.
"He's not Dad" I stated.
"What?" Sam asked.
"I think he's possessed" I said, nodding at him. "Or something"
"I think he's been possessed since we rescued him" Dean added.
"Don't listen to them, Sammy" Dad said, shaking his head.
"Dean, how do you know?" Sam asked. "Lex?"
"He's different" Dean said, not taking his eyes off my supposed father.
"I can just tell" I shrugged, hoping he would get the clue.
"You know, we don't have time for this" my dad scoffed. "Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me"
Sam looked uneasily from him to us. "No" he said. He shook his head. "No" he walked over to us. I grabbed his hand.
"Fine. You're both so sure?" he asked. "Go ahead. Kill me" My father hung his head, looking hurt. Dean's hand wavered, and he slowly lowered the gun. "I thought so" my father said. He looked up, his eyes yellow.
I felt a pull in my abdomen, and suddenly I was pinned to the wall. I couldn't even move my arms at all. I pushed against it, but came up empty handed. I looked at Sam, who was right next to me, and Dean who was on the adjacent wall. My father smiled, picking up the Colt where Dean dropped it. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been" he chuckled.
"It's you, isn't it?" Sam asked. "We've been lookin' for you for a long time"
He grinned. "You found me"
"But the holy water…" Sam sighed.
My dad shook his head. "You think somethin' like that works on somethin' like me?"
Sam struggled to move but was stuck. He sighed, collapsing back to the wall. "I'm gonna kill you!" Sam shouted in anger.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here" he said. The placed the gun on the table, and looked back up to Sam. "Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy" Sam looked helpless. He chuckled. "Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…" he sighed. "….this is worth the wait"
"Shut up!" I yelled, pulling on the invisible restraints.
"Oh, daddy's little girl is upset" he scoffed. He walked over and tore off the bracelet that my father had just given me. He tossed in on the ground, and smiled. "Oops" He turned on his heel back to Dean. "Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit" he said. He smiled. "He says "hi", by the way" He paused, leaning closer to Dean. "He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood"
"Let him go" Dean demanded. "Or I swear to God—"
"What? What are you and God gonna do?" he asked, cutting him off. "You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice" He moved closer. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter"
"Who, Meg?" Dean asked.
My father nodded. "The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?"
"You've got to be kiddin' me" Dean scoffed. I had to admit, I was as confused and stunned as him. I wasn't aware that demons really had families.
"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" he asked. Dean glared at him, and he smiled wickedly. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right"
"You son of a bitch" Dean said with a clenched jaw. He pulled on his restraints, coming up with nothing.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam asked.
"You mean, why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?" he asked. Sam nodded. "You know, he never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shoppin' for rings and everything" he scoffed, looking at me. He looked back to Sam. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way"
"In the way of what?" Sam asked.
"My plans for you, Sammy—you….and all the children like you" he said.
"Does that mean me?" I asked, watching him.
"Oh that's right," he laughed. "You got your pretty powers too" He smiled and took a step forward.
"Listen….you mind just gettin' this over with, huh?" Dean asked, cutting him off. "'Cause I really can't stand the monologuing"
"Funny" my father said, walking back to Dean. "But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth"
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off of my father, although daring him to do something.
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is….they don't need you. Not like you need them" my father said. "Sam—he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight. It's more concern than he's ever shown you. And Lexie, she's daddy's little girl. You can't replace that one"
"I bet your real proud of your kids, too, huh?" He asked. "Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em" Dean smiled weakly. My father said nothing, taking a step back. He lowered his head and was motionless for a second. He slowly raised his eyes, and blood poured out of invisible wounds on his chest. He screamed in agony.
"Dean!" I yelled, pulling against the restraints again. "No! Dean!"
He continued screaming, the blood just pouring down. "Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" he pleaded, eyes with tears pouring down. The bleeding only got worse. Blood pooled out of his mouth.
"Dean!" Sam and I screamed at the top of our lungs. I pulled and kicked and yelled and basically did everything that I could think of, but nothing was working. I was trapped, and my own father was going to kill Dean.
"Dad, please" Dean pleaded breathlessly. It stopped, and Dean's head hung, he was unconscious.
"Dean, no!" Sam screamed. I shouted. "Lexie!"
I growled. "Stop it, you son of a—"Any breath that I had left in me went to my screams of pain. I could feel the claws tearing at my stomach and chest. They were ripping through my flesh like it was tissue paper. Blood made my shirt turn crimson. "Stop, please!" I yelled, as it hurt worse. I groaned in pain. I was on fire. Everything was on fire. Then it was over.
At first, I was so happy it was over I didn't care that I thought I was dead. I was dead right? The demon had killed me. Then I opened my eyes, and realized that this was far from over.
"Stop" my father said. He lifted his head up, his eyes completely normal. "Stop it" I fell off the wall. I just sort of crumpled myself into a little ball. Sam rushed to the table to grab the Colt.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy" my dad said, staring at him.
Sam nodded. "I know" I closed my eyes at the sound of the gunshot. When Sam started shaking me awake, however, I opened them again. He had only shot my father in the leg. I relaxed a little.
"Lex?" he asked. "You okay?"
"Wonderful" I moaned, flipping over. I looked at the invisible scratches. "Check on De" I said. "He's gotta be worse than I am"
Sam nodded and crawled to Dean. "Dean?" he said. Dean's eyes fluttered open. "Hey. Oh, God. you lost a lot of blood"
"Where's Dad?" he asked.
"He's right here" he said. "He's right here, Dean"
"Go check on him. Go check on him" he said twice. Sam went away from him, and I crawled closer. "You're covered in blood" he said to me.
"So are you" I stated with a small smile.
"Dad? Dad?" Sam called. I leaned on the wall, next to where Dean was collapsed on the floor.
"Sammy!" He shot up, suddenly awake. "It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam raised the gun and cocked it, tears in his eyes. "Do it, now!" my father shouted.
"Sammy" I said warningly. "Don't"
"Sam, don't you do it" Dean said. "Don't you do it"
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!" he screamed. Sam looked at him, his arm wavering. "Son, I'm beggin' you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
"Sam, no" I cried, letting the tears flow for once.
My father was adamant. "You do this! Sammy! Sam…" Black smoke erupted from his mouth, shooting into the air. As soon as the last bit poured out, it disappeared through the floorboards.
I leaned back on the wall, breathing heavily. I hadn't realized that I hadn't been breathing. Tears were pouring down my face. "C'mon" Sam said, pulling my father to his feet and helping him hobble over to the bed. I pulled Dean up to a sitting position.
"Sam" I said, "We have to get to a hospital"
"I know" he said. He helped Dean to his feet. "Tie dad's leg while I get Dean to the Impala"
I nodded, and crawled over, using an old t-shirt on the bed to make a make-shift hold for his bullet wound. "Kay" I said to my dad.
"Lex" he said. "I'm sorry"
"For what?" I asked, looking up at him confused. "It wasn't your fault"
"No" he said. "It was"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I knew" he choked out. "When you were little, I had a feeling that it was going to come back once you were six months. But I couldn't stop it"
"It's okay" I said, fighting the tears. "Daddy, it's okay" He fell silent after that, just sitting still.
"Okay" Sam said, coming back in. "Can you walk?" he asked me. I slowly nodded, trying to get to my feet. I was in pain for sure, but I was mostly just dizzy and tired. I think I was in somewhat of shock.
Sam helped my dad into the passenger seat, and I got in the back with Dean. He gave me reassuring smile. It didn't make me feel better. He was covered in blood and still trying to help me out.
"Just hold on, all right? Hospital's only ten minutes away" Sam said, driving down the highway minutes later.
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it?" my dad asked. "I thought we saw eye to eye on this—killin' this demon comes first. Before me, before everything"
Sam glanced at us in the rearview mirror. "No, sir. Not before everything" he sighed. "Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left" He paused. I looked out the window, trying to focus on anything but the pain. I saw the lights, but somehow nothing registered, until it was far too late."We just have to start over, all right, I mean, we already found the demon—"
CRASH
I heard the crunch when the truck barreled into the Impala. I could hear the metal bend. I heard Dean scream at me to move. I could smell the air that somehow smelled like damage. It smelled like fire and gas and an automobile accident. I saw the lights come closer and closer until they were on top of us. I saw glass shatter, and bent metal, and Dean's terrified expression as he pretty much lunged on top of me to protect me. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I must've bit through my lip or something. It seemed I could do everything but actually feel.
I couldn't feel my body, or even my heart beating. Everything was disconnected. I tried to move, and found I couldn't. I suddenly came to the frightening realization that I was going to die. The reason I couldn't feel was that I was close to death. I felt my eyes slowly close, and then all I saw was blackness.