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Salvation, Iowa…

Dean hung up his phone and looked to his siblings grimly, "They've got Dad."

Shock filled Angel, "Meg has dad?"

At his nod, Sam stiffened, "What'd she say?"

"I just told you, Sammy." Dean said clearly upset, "Okay. Okay."

"We need a plan." Angel steadied herself on the chair, "A good plan."

Dean took the Colt and tucked it into the back of his jeans, "I got one."

Sam watched him as he grabbed his duffle bag, "What are you doing, Dean?"

"We got to go."

"Why?"

"Why?" Angel scoffed as she loaded her own gun and put it in the holster, "Seriously, Sam? The demon knows we're here. It's gonna come straight for us."

"Not to mention it knows we got the Colt." Dean said as he put on his jacket, "It's got Dad. Angels right- it's probably coming for us next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come."

Dean turned, "Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead."

"We're leaving…" Angel turned when Sam didn't follow them out, "Now! Let's go!"

Later on in the Impala…

"I'm telling you guys, we could have taken him."

"No we couldn't have Sam." Angel snapped from the front seat, "Now just drop it, alright? We need to start coming up with a way to get Dad back."

"They're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where." Dean mused, "They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Sam just shook his head and Dean glanced over at him from the mirror, "What?"

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" He became upset, "Dad, he might be…"

"Don't." Angel barked out, "Don't even think those words Sam or I'll come back there and kick your ass, alright?"

"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you guys, but if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."

Dean scoffed, "Screw the job, Sam!"

"I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."

"Quit talking about him like he's dead already! Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything."

"=We're not just leaving dad behind." Angel agreed, "We're not giving up on him. That's not happening."

Sam paused, "So how do we find him?"

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."

"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"

"Alright, i've had about enough of you." Angel turned, "If it's not helpful, don't speak."

"He's right…"

Angels eyes snapped to Deans, "What?"

"We need help."

Bobby Singer's House…

The Impala drove into a junkyard, which was owned by their fathers old friend: Bobby Singer. Throughout their childhood Bobby had been like a surrogate father to the three Winchester kids. John would often send them to stay with Bobby for long periods of time either for hunter training or when he needed them out of town for a hunt. They hadn't seen him for a few years though because John hadn't exactly parted on good terms with him.

They passed multiple junk cars around before pulling up to the house that had hubcaps nailed to the side. A large dog was chained to a post and was lying on the hood of an old tow truck. Bobby met them outside and hugged them one by one as he let them in. Inside, there were lore books stacked everywhere. It was untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall.

Bobby picked up two round silver flasks with crosses on them and handed one to Dean. Sam sat at a cluttered desk reading a very large book as Angel stood walking around and eyeing the place down.

"Here you go."

"What is this?" Dean studied it, "Holy water?"

"That one is." Bobby held out the other flask smiling, "This is whiskey."

He waited until Dean took a swig of the holy water before switching flasks with him and then handing off the holy water to Angel.

She eyed him warily, "Really?"

"Humor me."

She took a swig and then handed it over to Sam, "You know… when Dean offered your name up i wasn't so sure it was a good idea."

"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help."

"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot." Dean laughed, "Cocked the shotgun and everything."

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" He shrugged, "John just has that effect on people."

"Yeah…" Dean frowned, "I guess he does."

"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."

"Bobby, this book…" Sam said from his spot, "I've never seen anything like it."

Bobby came over to Sam and sat on the corner of the desk, "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."

"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?"

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in- they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel."

Sam chuckled as Angel and Dean walked over to join them.

Dean smirked, "Man knows his stuff."

"Sure does." Angel grinned, "He's taught us one or two things that's for sure."

"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three stepped in."

"Oh, yeah? How's that?"

"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops."

Angel nodded, "And this year?"

"This year I heard of 27 so far." They gaped at him, "You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us."

"A lot more…" Angel scoffed, "Do you know why?"

"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you three, your Daddy- you are smack in the middle of it." The dog outside started barking viciously alerting Bobby, "Rumsfeld."

As Bobby went over to the window the dog stopped barking with a whine,

He looked out the window and saw the chain hanging broken, the dog nowhere in sight, "Something's wrong."

At that moment Meg kicked in the door and sauntered in. The boys and Angel all jump as Dean slipped the holy water flask out of his pocket.

Meg glared, "No more crap, okay?" Dean came at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hit him and sent him flying into a stack of books knocking him out, "I said no more crap." Angel instantly stepped in front of her little brother and Bobby, keeping herself between them and Meg as she moved them around her, "I want the Colt, Angel, the real Colt, right now."

The three of them slowly moved across the room, Angel's hand keeping an angry Sam directly behind her, as Meg followed them, "We don't have it on us, babe." Angel answered, "We buried it."

"Seriously?" Meg scoffed, "Didn't I say 'no more crap'? I swear- after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. Lackluster, hunters. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

"Actually." Dean stepped behind her, "We were counting on it."

Meg turned to him but Dean's stare went from her to the ceiling where a large protective symbol was etched.

"Gotcha."

Later on…

After the boys and Angel tied Meg to a chair Bobby brought in a large canister of salt.

"You know…" Meg smirked, "If you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask."

"Please." Angel rolled her eyes before turning to Bobby, "Nobodys that desperate."

"I salted the door and windows." Bobby explained, "If there are any demons out there- they ain't getting in."

Dean nodded and moved around everyone to stand in front of Meg, "Where's our father, Meg?"

She raised a brow, "You didn't ask very nice."

"Where's our father, bitch?"

"Jeeze." Meg frowned, "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't."

Dean lunged at her, putting his hands on the chair arms, "You think this is a game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?"

"He died screaming." She grinned, "I killed him myself." Dean stared at her with hate in his eyes before hitting her across the face, "That's kind of a turn on- you hitting a girl."

"You're no girl."

Bobby motioned his head to Angel so she followed him as she motioned to her brother, "Dean."

"She's lying." Turning, Dean's pain filled eyes met Angel, "He's not dead."

"We know Dean. We know." Angel nodded at him, trying to convince herself as well, as they stepped aside with Bobby, "What is it Bobby?"

"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her."

"Why?"

"Because she really is a girl, that's why."

Angel raised a brow, "What?"

Confusion also filled Sam's face, "What are you talking about?"

"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"

Dean shifted, "Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Bobbynodded before Dean looked over at Meg, who was staring back at him, "That's actually good news."

"How is that good news?" Angel asked but understanding came over her when Dean handed over a familiar book to Sam, "Ah… you wanna exercise her."

"Damn straight."

When they moved over to Meg she grinned, "Are you gonna read me a story?"

"Something like that. Hit it, Sam."

"'Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino…'"

"An exorcism?" Meg turned to Dean and Angel incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"Oh yeah." Angel grinned, "We're dead serious. Planning on turning you into Emily Rose, baby. The whole nine."

Meg flinched in pain as Sam read from the book loudly.

She looked over her shoulder at him, "I'm gonna to kill you." She looked at Dean, "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body." Then to Angel, "And i'm gonna slit your throat after I make you watch."

Angel grinned, "Charmed, really."

Dean glowered, "No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Meg just smiles, "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."

He glanced up at Sam who continued, "'Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica…'"

Meg started shaking from the pain as Sam read the exorcism ritual. She finally gasped in pain as Sam stopped.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his kids one last time. That's when I slit his throat."

Sam started reading again as Angel shifted to look at Bobby upset.

"For your sake…" Dean leaned down to her, "I hope you're lying. 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.'" A wind started to blow through the room as he read, "'Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt…'"

When Meg started to show signs of being in pain again, Dean pressed her, "Where is he?"

"You just won't take dead for an answer, will you?"

"Where is he?!"

"Dead!"

"No, he's not!" Dean yelled, "He's not dead! He can't be!" His voice rose the more upset and angry he got, Sam stopped reading and studied him with concern as did Angel, "What are you looking at? Keep reading."

"'Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.'" Megs chair started to slide around the circle erratically at his words, "'Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi…'"

"He will be!"

Angel jumped forward, Dean as well, "Wait! What?!"

"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him."

"How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"You don't."

"Sam!"

"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City."

"Missouri? Where? An address!"

"I don't know."

"And the demon- the one we're looking for," Sam asked, "Where is it?"

"I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know."

Dean nodded then looked up to his brother, "Finish it."

"What?" Mgs head whipped up to him, "I told you the truth!"

"I don't care."

"You son of a bitch, you promised!"

"I lied! Sam?" Sam doesn't say anything, angering Dean even more, "Sam! Read."

When he walked by Sam stopped him, "Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is."

"She doesn't know."

"She lied."

Angel huffed, hearing the conversation from where she was, "Sam there's someone we need to save trapped inside that body. We can't keep her for more information. She's done."

"Angels right."

Bobby comes up to them, "You're gonna kill her."

Dean turned, "What?"

"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- that girl is going to die."

"Listen to me…" Dean took a breath, "Both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that."

Bobby stood his ground, "She is a human being."

"Possessed by a demon, Bobby!" Angel yelled with a scoff, "I'd rather be dead. Anyone would rather be dead. She's got a freakin' demon inside of her. I can't even believe we're arguing about this." Her eyes flashed back to her baby brothers, "Sam, finish it."

Sam looked between Dean and Angel before his eyes landed on Bobby's, unsure. He was torn as he looked back over to Meg.

Dean met his eye again, repeating Angel's words, "Finish it."

Sam took a breath and kept going, "'Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri…'"

Meg threw her head back and screamed. The demon left through her mouth in a black cloud and spread out in the protective circle in the ceiling before disappearing. Meg's body leaned forward as blood started to drip from her mouth. The Winchesters and Bobby stood there staring at her, not really sure it was over but they all jumped into action once Meg slowly lifted her head.

"She's still alive." Dean rushed forward with Sam and Angel, "Call 911. Get some water and blankets."

Bobby rushed off to do so as they untied her.

Meg looked up at them whispering, "Thank you."

"Sh, sh." Sam said softly, "Just take it easy, alright?"

"Get her down." Angel instructed as moved out of the way, "C'mon."

They lifted Meg from the chair, a sound of bones crunching at the movement. Meg screamed in pain as they lowered her to the floor.

"Sorry, sorry. I got you." Sam huffed, "It's okay."

Another strained whisper left her lips, "A year."

"What?"

"It's been a year."

"Sh, just take it easy."

"I've been awake for some of it… I couldn't move my own body. The things I did- it's a nightmare."

Dean shuffled closer, "Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?"

Sam scoffed, "Dean."

"We need to know, Sam." Angel looked down at the woman, her eyes soft, "Was it?"

"Yes." She answered painfully, "But it wants… you to know… that… they want you to come for him."

"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters."

Bobby came in just then with a blanket and a glass of water. He handed the glass to Dean while he and Sam covered her. Angel held her head up so she could drink.

Sam asked, "Where is the demon we're looking for?"

"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones."

"Where are they keeping our Dad?"

"By the river. Sunrise."

"Sunrise." Dean repeated, "What does that mean?" When she silenced, Dean pressed her, "What does that mean?"

Angel leaned back, sadness filling her eyes, "She's dead, Dean."