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After my gentle knock, I hear Sam's voice.
"Come in."
"Hi," I smile as I sneak in, closing the door behind me.
Sam is on his bed and I notice his phone near him. No laptop, no book, just his phone. Since Eileen left a couple of days ago he is a bit down but the way he regularly checks his phone I'm sure the two of them are in touch.
My grin widens as I plop on the bed next to him.
"What's up?" I mischievously raise my brows at him.
"I can ask you the same thing." he chuckles pointing at my hand still holding my phone.
"Today is "keep in touch day."" I sigh and rub my neck, "I played some video game with Kev and Ben. They totally kicked my ass, then spent the last two hours on the phone, checking on everyone."
"So they're all fine."
"Yeah, Jody's got a rugaru case last week, she barely managed to cover it up at the station. Charlie's preparing for some LARP event, Garth's after a vampire in Montana. Moore and his team have a serial killer on the loose somewhere in Wisconsin..." I take a breath, "Cas is in Heaven. He says something's cooking. He's not been up there since I ganked Naomi, but he doesn't like what's going on..."
"Yeah, I know." Sam wrinkles his nose, "This guy, Metatron..."
"The one who wrote the tablets," I add.
"Yeah, the same. He's no archangel but he managed to gather some serious alleys up there."
"Cas is not thrilled. Meg said he's worried."
"Well, the last thing we need is another angel war in Heaven." Sam sighs, "I'm sure Cas will call if he needs help."
"That or Meg will rat him out on us." I chuckle, "So, what are you doing?" I glance at his phone, "Were you texting someone?" I grin at him as Sam groans. "Maybe some sexy dark haired female hunter you recently met?"
"God, not you, too." Sam rolls his eyes, "Dean's teasing is enough, you know."
"Oh, but where's the fun in that." I laugh and nudge him "So, how's Eileen?"
We spend the next couple of hours chatting, catching up, discussing everything and nothing at all, teasing each other. I missed that. Being able to relax for a bit, talking to my best friend, having a good laugh. I know I can tell him anything and he would never judge me. Yet, I can not tell him I'm dying. I ignore the dark feeling of guilt raising its head inside my chest and push away the thought.
Dean finds us laughing our heads off as I try to hit Sam with his pillow.
"There you are." he smiles from the threshold of Sam's room, "What did that pillow do to you?"
"The pillow? Nothing." I grin as I hit Sam again, "Your brother thinks Jack Sparrow is overrated."
"Dean," Sam laughs, "Get your crazy woman away from me and find her something more interesting to do that tormenting me."
"My pleasure." Dean quietly growls, and before I can react, he shortens the distance between us.
I squeal as he tosses me over his shoulder and turns to the door. I can feel his hand on my ass, gently squeezing.
"Bye, Sam." I chuckle as Dean exits the room, his brother shaking his head in amusement, then my hand goes in Dean's pocket, "You know, this is some view." my face sways close to his ass with every one of his steps.
"Really?" his voice is low and husky as he carries me down the corridor, and I feel his hand sneaks between my legs, and my body tingles in anticipation, "I can say the same."
I try to twist so I can see his face but his grip only tightens.
"You said we were gonna watch a movie tonight." I laugh.
"Oh, we are." Dean's hand moves again, his fingers brushing all the right places, "After I show you how much I like this view."
I squeak and laugh as he carries me to his room, where he shows me exactly how much he enjoyed the said view.
The air is cool and humid after last night's rain. The forest is calm, birds chirping, wind gently blowing through the tree's leaves. The fresh earthly aroma of nature fills my lungs as I stride among the trees.
Soon I get tired, another thing I have to thank the curse for - my hunter stamina is almost non-existent now. I furrow my brows and take a deep breath, ignoring the protest of my body.
When I reach the clearing Meg is already waiting for me and I can bearly breathe. She's sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, her eyes carefully examining me.
"You're late." the demon snarls as I approach her, "If you expect me bowing in gratitude for getting Crowley off my back, you're on the wrong..."
The sudden cough explodes inside my chest, almost choking me. Blood and spit fly out of my mouth and I bend into two trying to ease the burning pain in my lungs.
"That's new." Meg arches a brow at me, her face showing a hint of worry.
"Tell me about it," I growl as I wipe my chin.
"So I see we've got a lot to talk about," she tilts her head, "Why here?"
I look around. The clearing is ten minutes away from the Bunker, yet it's secluded enough so we can talk without worrying about eavesdropping or interference. If someone approaches it's easy to spot them. Realization sinks upon Meg's face.
"You're hiding," she smiles, "What precious secrets do you have for me, Beauty?" a devilish grin spreads across her face.
My bottom lip quivers as I try to hold up the tears. I'm exhausted, not only physically but also emotionally. The hiding, the tiptoeing, the lying - it's taking a toll on me. A familiar numbness is trying to take me over and I fight it as much as I can not allowing it to affect me. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to keep it at bay, how much longer before I lose the battle, how much longer before I die.
I sink on the trunk next to Meg. She's a friend. For a long time she's been, yet I realize it completely right now, right in the moment when I'm about to tell her everything I can't to the ones closest to me. And she, the demon, listens. She patiently waits for me to finish my story, with no interruptions, no snarky comments. She somehow understands. Something in me twists and pulls, my emotions lulling from one extreme to another, tears pricking at my eyes as I steel my voice.
"You're dying and I'm the only one you told." there's some kind of an edge in her voice.
"I know you won't do shit." I simply state and look at her, "I know you won't try and stop it. And you won't tell a soul until I'm done."
"Because I'm a demon." it's a statement, yet there is hurt in her eyes.
"Because it's who you are, Meg." I gently nudge her, "There's no judgment here. I'm the last one to judge you. I just want you to make sure they'll burn me when it's over.
Her head snaps in my direction, surprise all over her face.
"You want a demon to organize your funeral?"
"Salt and burn it. Hunter's pyre." I shrug, "If they can't bring me back, they won't get in trouble."
"You're crazy, you know that, right? I'm a freaking demon, I don't do this touchy-feely shit..."
"You're a demon in love with an angel." I scoff and don't let her interrupt me, "You're a demon who got in Heaven to save my ass. You're the demon who helped me get my head back in the game. You helped me in more ways you can imagine. And you can pretend all you want, you can hide behind your bitchy attitude, but I know you care."
"Well," she sighs and looks at me, "Clarence does have a bad influence on me. You grew on me. Like nasty little lichen that..."
"Okay, okay," I laugh, " I get it."
Meg's eyes soften and that is when I lose it. Long hold tears stream down my face, a small whimper escapes my lips. My throat clenches as the suppressed fear rages inside me.
"I don't wanna die." I desperately cry out, "I'm scared, I don't know how..." I choke on the words.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." she rolls her eyes, yet her hands hesitantly pull me to her.
I clutch her shirt crying out the whirlpool of emotions swirling inside me. And she holds me tight. Meg doesn't say a thing. We both know there's nothing to be said that can fix this. But she's there.
"Thank you for saving me from Crowley," she whispers when my sobs hush down. "I promise you, I'll burn your dead ass up. And I'll keep an eye on all of them. Me and Clarence both."
I silently nod against her shoulder and squeeze her in gratitude. When I pull back, wiping away my tears and taking a deep breath to calm myself down, Meg is looking at me with searching eyes. Finally, realization sinks down and I sadly smile at her as the demon mutters with hurt.
"This is goodbye. That's what you've been doing for the last two days. You're saying your last goodbyes."
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