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Blue Earth, Minnesota…
A Pastor stood at his pulpit. When a wind ruffled his hair and the candles on the altar he looked up to see Meg enter the church.
"Good Morning. Can I help you?"
The Pastor came down from the pulpit as Meg walked forward and sat in a pew, "I kinda… I need to talk."
He nodded as he came to lean on the pew in front of her, noting her upset appearance, "Well, that's what I'm here for."
"I've done some things. Not good things."
"There's always forgiveness for us if we seek it."
"For everyone?" She looked up at him with wide eyes, "Are you sure?"
"I like to say, 'salvation was created for sinners'." He studied her for a beat, "Tell me what's on your mind."
"Well…" Meg sighed deeply, "I've lied. Alot. I've stolen. I've lusted. And the other day I met this man. A nice guy, you know? We had a really good chat, sort of like this… then I slit his throat and ripped his heart out through his chest." Meg blinks, causing her eyes to black and the Pastor jerks back at the sight, "Does that make me a bad person?"
"I know what you are." The Pastor backed away in fear, "You can't be here. This is hallowed ground."
"Please." Meg stood as she smirked, "Maybe that works in the minor leagues. But not with me."
The Pastor turned and ran for the door behind the pulpit and down the stairs. He unlocked a door and rushed inside, sliding a ready to go barricade across the door. He turned to a well stocked hunter's chest of weapons and started scrambling around for something. Meg kicked open the door with ease, breaking the wood barricading it. The Pastor jumped, then threw a knife covered in Sigils at her head.
She caught it easily, "You throw like a girl."
"What do you want?"
"The Winchesters."
"I haven't spoken to John Winchester in over a year. You're wasting your time. Even if I did know where they were, I'd never tell you."
She smiled, "I know."
Instantly she slit his throat with his own knife. He fell back into a chair, gasping, before dying a few seconds later. Meg smiled as she studied her work before turning and walking away.
Manning, Colorado…
The Winchesters motel room walls were covered with information on the yellow eyed demon. Weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper articles, written notes, a shelf of books and more. John sat at a paper strewn desk, the Colt in front of him. Angel was sitting on the bed, and Sam leaned against the counter while Dean paced.
"So this is it. This is everything I know." John said, "Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon, right? Not a trace, just… nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."
Dean nodded, "And that's when you took off."
"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."
Angel eyed him, "And you found the trail?"
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."
Sam's head came up, "Families with infants?"
"Yeah." John kept his gaze to Sam knowingly, "The night of the kid's six-month birthday."
"I was six months old that night?"
"Exactly six months."
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason." Sam scoffed, "The same way it came for me? So Mom's death… Jessica. It's all because of me?"
Dean turned to him, "We don't know that, Sam."
"Oh really? Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure, Dean."
Frustration built up in Dean, "For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault."
"Yeah, you're right." Sam shouted back at him, "It's not my fault but it's my problem!"
Angel looked between them, "Boys…"
"No it's not your problem it's our problem!"
Angel raised her voice so they'd listen, "Boys!"
John stood, "That's enough."
Everyone took a breath and calmed down as they stared at one another, "So why is it doing it?" Sam asked, "What does it want?"
"Look, I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it." John looked down, unhappy, "Look, I've never gotten there in time to save…"
Dean's jaw tensed but he moved on, "Alright so how do we find it… before it hits again."
"There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern, but it's there in the days before these fires, signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked…" He trailed off as he made eye contact with Angel, "And…"
Realization flowed through her, "These things happened in Lawrence."
John nodded, "A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto… before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again."
"Where?"
"Salvation Iowa."
On the road…
John's truck sped along a misty road, followed closely by the Impala. After a few moments he pulled off to the side, the Impala followed and everyone leapt out of their seats.
Pain filled John's voice when he got out of his truck and slammed his door, "Damn it!"
Dean looked him over, "What is it?"
"Son of a bitch."
"What is it?"
"I just got a call from Caleb…" John turned to his kids, grief in his eyes, "Jim Murphy's dead."
"Pastor Jim?" Sam scoffed in disbelief, "How?"
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"A demon." Dean said, earning a nod, "The Demon?"
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."
"Okay… so we regroup…" Angel ran her hands through her hair as she tried to push back her grief, "What do you wanna do?"
John shuffled into action, "Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health centre in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."
"Dad, that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?"
"We check 'em all that's how." John glared at Sam, "You got any better ideas?"
Sam swallowed, sending a look to Dean and Angel, "No, sir."
John nodded before they all turned back to their cars, but he stopped. Leaning on his truck for a second instead of getting inside.
Dean turned back as he opened his door and paused, "Dad?"
"Yeah…" When John turned back to them, he looked visibly shaken and upset, "It's Jim. You know, I can't…" His face hardened, "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
