I sat crossed legged on the table, waiting for Sam to finish salting the windows and for Dean to emerge to tell me that Uncle John was feeling okay and was going to pull through this. I had never thought I would ever lose my Mom like this and if Uncle John was the next one to go in such a short space of time I wouldn't have thought I could survive it.
Dean appeared from the other room, wiping his hands on a cloth.
"How is he?" Sam's voice split the silence with the question we both wanted answering.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you?" he asked back
"I'll survive." He muttered
"Mary?" he looked at me with apprehension.
"I'll live through it." I smiled and quickly wiped my tears away. I let Sam quickly hug me and kiss my head. I was taking a back a little; he'd never been like this with me in my whole life.
"Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the way place to hole up."
"Yeah. Hey, er, Dean, you...erm, you saved my life back there." It was awkward for Sam to try and thank anyone, never mind his brother.
"So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" he grinned his usual cheeky grin.
"Man, I'm trying to thank you here."
"You're welcome. Hey Sam?" he sat on the table with me.
"Yeah?"
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there."
"No, Dean, you can't blame yourself for that!" I comforted him.
"Mary's right, you didn't have a choice Dean."
"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me."
"Then what does?" Sam pressed him for an answer, not wanting to let this one lie.
"Killing that guy, killing Meg, I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. I mean, for you or Mary, or Dad, the things I'm willing to do, or kill it's just...it scares me sometimes."
"It shouldn't. You did good!" A gruff voice I'd been waiting to hear came from the one person I never wanted to die or leave me.
"Uncle John!" I smiled and went to him without a second thought.
"Hey Mary!" he hugged me to him. "I told you I'd come back for you!"
I nodded against him and let the tears roll, the smell of his shirt comforting me.
"You're not mad?" Dean stood confused for a moment.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet." Dean clarified for use.
"Mad? I'm proud of you! You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you...you...you watch out for this family. You always have!"
There was a silence in the room; Dean was weighing something up before muttering a 'thanks.'
At that point, the lights in the room started to flicker on and off. I pulled away from Uncle John and waited for my orders, even though I knew I would not get any from him.
He darted for the window, three of us following him without a question.
"It found us. It's here."
"The demon?" Sam asked the obvious.
"No, dipshit, it's jolly old St. Nick!" I pushed him on the shoulder.
"Sam, lines of salt. In front of every window, every door."
"I already did it." He added proudly.
"Well, check it. Okay?"
"Okay." Sam nodded and followed out his orders.
"Dean, you got the gun?"
"Yeah."
"Give it to me." he added without even looking at him.
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation and it vanished." He explained the predicament.
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun. Hurry!"
Dean wasn't going to do it. Something was up. For one thing, Uncle John had never let me get away with using any sort of curse word, especially against his sons. The other, he was being too polite to Dean for it to be considered normal.
"Son, please." He begged.
That was defiantly not Uncle John and I knew it. He never said please he just told and it was done. Dean held out his hand and I took it, letting him guard me with his body. I held onto his shirt as we backed off from whatever it was that stood in the form of Uncle John.
"Give me the gun. What are you doing Dean?"
"He'd be furious."
"What?"
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. he'd tear me a new one." He cocked the gun at his father. "You're not my Dad."
"Dean, its me." he muttered. "Mary, give the Gun." He begged me now and I shook my head.
"I know my Dad better than anyone and you ain't him."
"What the hell's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Stay back!"
"Dean your sure?" I asked him and he nodded to me and squeezed my fingers in his free hand.
"Dean. What the hell's going on?" Sam asked. This was the last scenario he had ever thought he would be faced with. His brother shooting his father whom he doted on with all he had.
"Your brother's lost his mind."
"He's not Dad." Dean tried to convince himself.
"What?"
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."
"Don't listen to him Sammy."
"Dean, how do you know?"
"He's...he's different."
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you gotta trust me. Sam!"
"No, No." Sam muttered and stood with me behind Dean.
"Fine, you're all so sure. Go ahead. Kill me." He goaded us into doing it.
"No, Dean. You can't." I muttered to him. I got through and Dean lowered the gun from his father's body. John bowed his head, but as soon as he looked up, we would have been right to have shot him. Those yellow eyes that had been part of my nightmares for so long were there in that room.
"I thought so." He mocked and knocked the gun from Dean's hand and each of us flew to a wall, away from each other.
"God no!" I muttered and tried to get down, but I was held fast to the wall behind me. Unable to help anyone. The demon picked up the gun in his hands and smirked at us all.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been." He smiled.
"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time." Sam was fuming.
"Well you found me."
"But the holy water." Sam questioned.
"You're serious? Holy water was all you tried?" I rolled my eyes.
"You should listen to little Mary, she isn't just a pretty face! You think something like that works on something like me?"
Sam still struggled against it and tried to get off the wall. "I'm gonna kill you!" he shouted.
"Oh, that would a neat trick. In fact here." He placed the gun on the table. "Make the gun float to you there, physic boy. You know, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this,this is worth the wait..." he turned to Dean. "Your dad, he's in here with me. Trapped in his own meat suit. He says hi, by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
"Let him go you bastard!" I shouted at him. "I'll fucking slaughter you, I swear I will!"
That was the wrong move, he moved to me, bearing over me and held onto my face.
"That's nothing compared to what he's gonna do to you Mary! It will kill Dean to watch this!" he growled at me and I held onto my tears.
"Let her go! Or I swear to God!" Dean shouted but the demon didn't budge from me.
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned this, this is justice. You know that exorcism, Mary, the one you couldn't do. That was my wife, the demon who brought you up and looked after you for years! Brought you up as her own baby girl!" he pushed my head off the wall and I knew I was bleeding. He went to Dean next.
"You know that exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?
"The one in the alley. That was my boy. You understand?
"You gotta be kidding me." Dean commented in disbelief.
I was trying to work the logistics of the possibility of a demon being able to reproduce in my head. This was probably one of the only things keeping me sane at that moment in time.
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right. I forgot, I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right!".
"You son of a bitch!"
"I wanna know why. Why did you do it?" Sam piped up.
"You mean, why did I kill mommy and pretty little Jess?"
"Yeah."
"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything!" he smirked and went to Sam. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way."
"In the way of what?"
"My plans for you Sammy, you and all of the children like you."
"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing!"
"Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."
"Oh yeah, what's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is...they don't need you. Not like you need them!"
"Don't listen to it Dean! You lying son of a bitch!" I needed off that wall and I needed it now.
"Sam, he's clearly John's favourite. Even when they fight, it's more concern then he's ever shown you. Mary, she's his little girl, no-one messes with her, she picks up the phone and he goes running."
"I'll bet you're real proud of your kids too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them." Dean smirked at the demon, thinking he had got one over on him.
"Shit!" I muttered, Dean had said the wrong thing. The demon moved Uncle John's head down and when he looked up, Dean began to scream in pain.
"Dean? No! Dad! Dad!" Sam shouted at him.
"Uncle John, come back, please!" I shouted a him. "Uncle John, please!" I cried at him.
"Dad! Dad! Don't you let it kill me!" Dean begged him as he bled through his shirt.
"Dean!" Sam was still screaming.
"Dean!" I cried. "Please, Uncle John! Come on!" I tried to get off the wall.
The blood began to pour from Dean's mouth, he was weakening. "Dad, please!" he muttered before he blacked out.
"Dean!" I screamed at him. "No! You bastard! I'll kill you myself you son of a bitch! Let us go!" I cried on. "Dad, please come back! Dad!"
Uncle John came back, he began to weep and cry "Stop. Stop it..." he begged the demon.
Sam dropped to the floor and grabbed the gun.
"You kill me, you kill daddy!" The demon had come back and toyed with Sam's emotions.
"I know!" he shrugged and shot him in the leg as the demon dropped to the floor so did we.
We all dropped to the floor and I crawled over to Dean faster than I thought possible. I ran my hands over his head and checked for a heartbeat with my ear. "Oh thank God! Dean, come on, wake up, please!" I placed my hands on his face.
Sam came to us very quickly and knelt beside us. "Hey, oh God! You lost a lot of blood!"
"Where's Dad?" he asked Sammy.
"He's fine Dean, I promise!" I smiled at him.
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean!" he assured him.
"Go check on him!" Dean muttered.
"Dean!"
"Go and check on him!"
"Sammy, please, just go! I've got Dean!" I took my outer shirt off and placed it under Dean's, pressurising his wounds. "You're going to be fine Dean!"
"Dad? Dad?" Sam asked to see if Uncle John was still there with us.
"Sammy!" Uncle John jumped up from the floor. "It's still alive! It's inside me! I can feel it! Just shoot me! You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son! Do it now!" he shouted at him, demanding of him.
"Sam, don't you do it! Don't you do it!" Dean demanded of him.
"Sam, don't you dare! Sammy, please don't!" I cried on and on.
"You gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! Just shoot me, son! Shoot me, I'm begging you! We can end this, here and now! Sammy!"
"Sam, no!" Dean begged and I cried on and on.
"You do this! Sammy!" John begged and his head hit the floor as Sammy lowered the gun. The demon left him, the smoke pouring from him.
"Oh, thank God!" I took a breath and went to Uncle John. "Hey."
"Hey you!" he was pissed but didn't want to take it out on me. "Sam, give me your shirt!"
"Oh, here!" he took it off and I tied it around Uncle John's leg. "Hey, Mary! Your head is pouring of blood!" he parted the hair at the back.
"I'm fine Sammy! I promise!"
"Mary, I'm so sorry!" John apologised.
"It's not your fault!" I assured him. "We need to get to the hospital!"
I got up and Sam and I moved Uncle John and Dean to the car. I felt myself go dizzy and I knew I was going to black out.
"Hey, hey, hey Mary!" Sam caught me and carried me to the car. "Wake up, please, oh shit! Come on Mary!"
"Mary, Mary Ellen Campbell!" Uncle John shouted at me. "Come on sweetheart! Stay awake!"
"Look, just hold on, all right!" Sam looked at the back seat patients. "The hospital is only ten minutes away!"
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye to eye on this! Killing this demon comes first! Before me, before everything!"
"No, sir! Not before everything! Look we still got the colt! We still have one bullet left! We should start over, all right? I mean, we've already found the demon once..."
"Sam....." I screamed as the lorry drove into us at full speed