Salvation ReWrite Part Two

So this is what I've decided: I'm going to finish out Season One, but I'm not going to do season two right away. School this year is pretty hectic so I don't have enough time to update as much as I would like to.

I'll tell you what, I'll try and finish up Season One on Christmas break. So yeah…there you go.

Remember, bold is Abbie think-talking. Onward to the story!

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Sam pulls me along to the street where the vision took place. He stops abruptly, causing me to bump into him. He gives me a slight glare but turns back to face the house we're in front of.

Walking up to the house is a woman pushing a baby stroller; she's carrying an umbrella. Sam gets the courage to strike up a conversation with her.

"Hi." Sam says politely while holding the baby stroller so it doesn't roll away while the woman closes the umbrella. "Here, let me hold that. You don't need that anymore." Sam says about the umbrella.

"Thanks." The woman replies.

By this time, Sam and I have the time to look at the baby. She's so small and wrinkly. I can feel a smile tug at my lips.

"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asks her.

"Yeah." She replies.

"Oh, wow…. Hi." Sam says to the baby. He turns to the woman and says, "I'm sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam and this is my sister, Abbie. We just moved in up the block." He extends his hand which she shakes. I do the same after their hands parted.

"Oh, hey, I'm Monica. This is Rosie." The woman, Monica, introduces.

"Rosie? That's such a pretty name." I tell her.

"Hi, Rosie." Sam says in a baby voice. I hold in a giggle. Imagine seeing a 6 foot something guy baby talking.

"So, welcome to the neighborhood." Monica says to us.

"Thanks." I reply.

"She's such a good baby." Sam says to her.

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

Huh? Reading your mind…hm, interesting.

"What about you, Monica? Have you lived here long?" Sam asks.

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

"And, um, how is Rosie?" I ask, somehow already knowing the answer.

"She's six months today." Monica says. Sam is shocked, and I have to say, so am I. That means the vision is true.

You hear that Sam? Six months old today! I think-talk to Sam. He just nods.

"She's big, right? Growin' like a weed." Monica says, proudly looking at her daughter.

"Yeah, she is." I reply, since Sam seems to be at a loss for words.

"Monica?" He says, finally finding his voice.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"Just take care of yourself, okay?" Sam tells her.

"Yeah. You, too. We'll see you around." Monica says.

"Yeah. Definitely." Sam tells her and walks away without another word.

"Bye Monica, Rosie." I say before walking after my brother.

I glance back and see that Monica's husband has pulled into the driveway.

"Oh, there's Daddy." Monica says to Rosie.

Sam and I watch from across the street. Suddenly, my head feels like it's slipting in half. Oh great. A blinding white light appears in my head, and I'm sure, Sam's as well. I'm in a nursery, Rosie's, I'm assuming. The clock on her wall stops, the mobile above her head starts to move on its own accord. A shadow of a man is walking towards Rosie's crib. Monica enters to check up on Rosie. She sees the man standing over her baby, and asks "What are you…?" She can't even finish her sentence because as the demon looks at her, she's thrown against the wall. She can't move; she's slowly moving up the wall to the ceiling. She calls Rosie's name as a blood begins to form around her middle. The nursery is in flames. Another blindingly white light and I'm snapped back to reality.

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Back the motel room, Sam and I explained everything that we learned and/or saw. Dean and Dad are sitting on the beds in the room, Sam is sitting in a chair, massaging his temples, and I'm pacing the room, ignoring the dull pain in my head.

"A vision?" Dad asks, just to be sure.

"Yes. We saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling." Sam explains.

"And you think it's gonna happen to this woman you met because….?" Dad asks, trailing off.

"Because her daughter is six months old today, and the things that happen in our visions always come true." I say to him.

"It started out as nightmares, and then they started havin' them when they was awake." Dean says.

"Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything involving the demon, the stronger the visions get." Sam says.

"No kidding, hurts like hell too." I add.

"All right, when were you gonna tell me about this?" Dad asks, annoyance clear in his voice.

"We didn't know what it meant." Dean says in our defense.

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

Dean stands up as well and begins walking over to Dad. "Call you? Are you kiddin' me? Dad, I called you from Lawrence, all right? Sam called you when I was dying. Gettin' you on the phone—I've got a better chance of winnin' the lottery."

I stop pacing and shoot Dean a glare. "What he's trying to say is that you're not exactly the most easiest person to get in touch with."

Dad pauses for a moment. "You're right. Although I'm not real crazy about this new tone of yours Dean. You're right. I'm sorry." Dad says.

"Look, guys, visions or no visions, the fact is, we know the demon is coming tonight. And this family's gonna go through the same hell that we went through." Sam says, logically.

"No, they're not. No one is, ever again." Dad says.

Seconds later, Sam's cell phone rings. "Hello?"

Pause. "Who is this?…Meg. Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window… Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."

Sam pauses. Something that Meg said must have taken him off ground. "My dad—I don't know where my dad is." Meg says something and Sam reluctantly hands the phone to Dad.

"This is John." Meg says something and it has really affected Dad. Tears threaten to fall from Dad's eyes.

"I'm here…Caleb?" Sam, Dean, and I all have worried looks on our faces. "Caleb?" Nothing. He says to Meg, "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go."

He pauses to let Meg say something.

"I don't know what you're talking about…Caleb? Caleb!…I'm gonna kill you, you know that?"

This pause is longer. Before Dad replies, he sighs. He mumbled something. "I said okay. I'll bring you the Colt."

"What?!" I half yell. "Dad you can't poss-" Sam grabs me and puts a hand over my mouth. I struggle against him, but he's stronger.

"It's gonna take me about a day's drive to get there….That's impossible. I can't get there in time, and I can't just carry a gun on a plane." Dad says.

Dad hangs up moments later. Sam lets go of me. I stick my tongue out at him in a childish way.

"So, you think Meg is a demon?" Sam asks.

"Either that or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter." Dad replies.

"What do we do?" Dean asks him.

"I'm going to Lincoln." Dad says.

"Your what?" I ask him.

"It doesn't seem like I have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die. Our

friends die." Dad replies grimly.

"Dad, the demon is coming tonight for Monica and her family." Sam says.

"You can't possible be thinking of giving that gun to her. That's all we got."

"Who said anything about handing it over? Look, besides us and a couple vampires, no one's really seen the gun. No one knows what it looks like." Dad explains.

"So, what, you're just gonna pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" Sam asks him.

"Antique store." Dad corrects him.

"You're gonna hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean asks. It does sounds a bit ridiculous when you put it like that.

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

"But Dad, what happens when she figures it out?" I ask him.

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

"You mean for Dean, Abbie and me." Sam asks. Dad's silent. "You want us to stay here….and kill this demon by ourselves?"

"No, Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want Abbie to get married." Whoa, I never knew he wanted that for me. "I want you to go to school. I want Dean to have a home." Dad turns away from us, trying to hide the fact that he's crying. "I want Mary alive." Dad turns back to face us. "I just….I just want this to be over."

Sam and Dean exchange a tearful look. I walk over to Dad and put an arm around him, and gently giving him a squeeze. Then Dad did the one thing that I would never guessed he would do. He gave me a hug, and started crying.

I did the only thing that I could do. I hug him back, just letting him get those bottled up tears out. No one should bottled those kind of things up, its just not healthy. Not long after, Sam and Dean wraps their arms around the two of us.

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No one speaks of what happened back at the motel. Dean went off earlier to get a fake Colt gun. Sam, Dad, and I are at his truck, getting weapons cleaned and ready to go. Dean's car can be heard coming up the road.

His car pulls to a stop in front of us. Dean steps up, carrying a brown paper bag in his hand.

"Did you get it?" Dad asks him. Dean nods and pulls out the fake Colt. I have to admit, it does look pretty close the real thing.

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

"I can handle her. I got a whole arsenal loaded—holy water, Mandaic amulets—"

Dean interrupts him, "Dad…."

"What?"

"Promise me something." Dean says.

"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." Dean says.

"Same goes for you. All right, listen to me." Dad says, pulling the real Colt out of his pocket. He hands it to me. "They made the bullets special for this Colt. There's only four of 'em left. Without 'em, this gun is useless. You make every shot count."

"Yes, sir." Sam says. I nod, Dean says nothing.

"I've been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here, and I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you kids now. It's your fight. You finish this. You finish what I started. You understand?" Dad asks us. All three of us nod.

"We'll see you soon, Dad." Sam says confidently.

"I'll see you later." Dad says.

"Be careful." I say at the last minute. Dad smiles and nods before getting into his truck. He drives away without another word.

"Here Dean. You better hold onto this." I say to him, handing him the Colt.

"You sure? Dad handed it to you?"

"Yeah, I'm sure, take it."

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First off, sorry if there are any mistakes, I am, after all, human. So, what'd you think? Hopefully you liked it. Please review but remember, no flames.