This chapter contains direct dialogue from Season 2, Episode 4; "Born Under a Bad Sign".
"The party's just getting started!" The demon purred in my ear while he made circles around my belly button with the barrel of the gun. When he pushed it down into the waist band of my pants, I couldn't hold back the whimper. The monster stuck his nose into the side of my neck and chuckled, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin. "It's time to have some real fun!" He spun around and started walking me forward, back into the room where Dean and Bobby were. Bobby was unconscious, laying in the splintered remains of a wooden cabinet. Dean was sitting, slumped against the wall, with his face scrunched up in pain.
"DEAN!", I screamed. "HELP...!" Before I could get another word out, the demon grabbed my face with his free hand and squeezed painfully hard. I shrieked in agony when his thumb pressed against the exposed nerve in my shattered tooth. Dean's eyes shot open and went wide with shock and fear.
"NO!", Dean bellowed, trying to stand up. "LEAVE HER AL...!"
"YOU'LL SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN AND KEEP YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH SHUT!", the demon shouted angrily, cutting dean off. He pressed the gun against my temple hard, pushing my head sideways. "That is... if you want Jo to keep breathing." His tone became soft, more like the Sam I first met. Dean slid down the wall onto his ass again. He stared down at the floor, his jaw muscles twitching and his face turning red with pent up rage.
"Why?", Dean croaked out, unable to look the demon in the eye. "Why are you doing this?" The monster didn't answer. He just snickered.
"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell", the demon growled, walking us closer to Dean. "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um... well, it's like hell. Even for demons." He twisted the barrel of the gun so that it was digging into my skin. I grunted and his grip on my face only tightened. The pain in my tooth was so bad that I felt like I was gonna pass out.
"STOP HURTING HER! PLEASE!", Dean pleaded brokenly.
"It's a prison. Made of bone, and flesh, and blood, and fear." The demon just continued to rant as if Dean had not spoken. "And you sent me back there."
"Meg!", Dean spat with a disgusted sneer. Wait! This demon was a girl?! SHIT!
"No. Not anymore", the creature with the younger brother's face growled. "Now I'm Sam." She leaned in and licked the shell of my ear. I wanted to pull away, but the pain in my jaw held me in place. "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." She lowered her head and started planting open-mouthed kisses below my ear. Her grip loosened on my face and her hand slid down and stopped on my throat. All I could do was sigh with relief when the pressure was removed from my broken tooth. I would have dropped to the floor, had the demon not been holding me up.
"So torture me!", Dean begged. "Not Jo! She has nothing to do with this!" Meg threw her head back and laughed. The sight on the gun that I had forgotten was still pressed to my temple, gouged into my head. I could feel warm blood run down the side of my face. The demon suddenly stopped laughing and stared at Dean over my shoulder.
"I AM torturing you, Dean." Meg's thumb began to stroke the side of my jaw as Dean looked from the demon, to me, and back again. I could see the fear and helplessness in his eyes and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was going to die. And soon. "Using Sam to take what she was gonna give to you?! I couldn't think of a sweeter torture than that! For either of you!" The thing pulled the gun away from my head and waved it in circles in the air. "Oh, Sam fought hard to stop me... at first." Dean looked up at the monster, his brows knit together in confusion.
"What... what do you mean... 'at first'?", Dean croaked. I could tell that he really wasn't sure that he wanted to know.
"OH! Didn't I tell you?", The demon asked, running the gun over my collarbone. "While I was fucking this sweet piece of ass on the bar, I let Sam take back the wheel." Both Dean and I both stopped breathing and just stared at each other in horror. "And did he stop?" Meg paused like she was expecting Dean to answer her question. Instead of answering, Dean's face went a sickly green color and he swallowed hard trying to push the gorge back down. "No, he didn't, Dean! You're baby brother kept going! He pounded that tight cunt and pumped her so full that it dripped out onto the counter!" That broke me and I burst into loud, racking sobs.
"YOU'RE LYING!", Dean snarled in rage, his face turning red. His hands were balled into tight fists and he was shaking.
"Sorry, Dean, but it's the truth. It's the most deliciously evil thing I've ever come up with! And you know what? Sam loved... every... single... minute of it!"
"Noooo...", I whimpered. Sam wouldn't do that! Would he? WOULD HE?! I didn't know what was true and what was a lie. I slumped against the monster, all of the fight going out of me. Here, I thought that I was a strong woman. A strong hunter. I thought I could take anything that was thrown at me. I was wrong. "Of course, he was a sniveling little baby and threw up afterwards! The ungrateful little shit! I let him take control and he never even said thank you!" Wait... Did that mean that Sam didn't want to hurt me? I was so confused. It didn't make any sense that Sam would want that. This demon must have forced Sam into that somehow.
"You waited to give him control back, didn't you?! Waited until it was too late to turn back?! YOU FUCKING BITCH!", Dean growled. Meg snorted, shaking her head.
"I guess when it comes to sex, you're an expert, huh Dean?" I stared down at Dean in confusion. Until it was too late to turn back? What does that mean?
"What's she talking about, Dean?", I asked. He looked away from me, looking kinda embarrassed.
"Go ahead, Dean. Tell her!" I couldn't see the demon's face, but I could hear the smile in her taunting voice. "I could always tell her, but I wouldn't want to offend her delicate sensibilities." The demon barked a laugh again and Dean sighed in resignation.
"For a guy... a lot of guys... maybe not all, but a lot...", He was stumbling all over himself trying to get the right words out, all the time staring at his boots. "During... ya know... sex, there's a... there's a point where our brains kinda... turn off. A point where we... we can't stop." Dean finally looked up at me and I saw guilt and pain behind his eyes. "Even if we wanted to... we couldn't stop." So this sadistic monster waited until Sam couldn't stop, couldn't think, then gave him back his body. Just so she could torment Sam with guilt when he'd seen what he had done. It made me realize just how much of a victim Sam was in all of this. He was at least as much of a victim as I was.
"That's right, Dean!", Meg cheered. "And Sam couldn't stop either! I drove Sam to edge, but he's the one who took the leap!" The demon ground Sam's crotch into my ass and I could feel the bulge growing with each passing second that I was held against his hard body. "I think Sam is ready to take that leap again", Meg whispered too low for Dean to hear. "Whaddya say, Sweetheart? Wanna take another ride on ol' Sammy-boy? Give Dean a good show?" Dean watched my eyes widen as Meg whispered her perversions in my ear. When I began to struggle, Dean jumped to his feet.
"Hey! What're you doing?", Dean snarled, taking a step towards us.
"BACK OFF, DEAN!", Meg snapped. She grabbed me by the hair, shoved me forward and pressed the gun against the back of my head. Dean backed away, holding his hands out in front of him with his palms out to show he was unarmed. "Don't you move, Baby. Don't even breathe!" I nodded frantically and the fist in my hair loosened and let go. But the gun stayed where it was, against the back of my head. I couldn't see what Meg was doing, but Dean got a front row view.
"Don't you dare", Dean seethed. I could see that he was itching to launch himself at the demon, but he knew that if he did, she'd put a bullet through my brain.
"Why not, Dean?", Sam hissed angrily. The clinking sound of his belt coming undone made me gasp. I knew what was coming and neither Dean, or I could do anything about it. "She's damaged goods now! Not much good for anything but whoring out." I started to pant when I heard his zipper come down slowly.
"That's not true", Dean murmured quietly, looking down at the floor.
"Oh, really?", Meg asked mockingly. "What is she than, Dean? Hmm?" The demon stepped up close and grabbed me by the hair again, the gun never moving from my head. "I SAID... WHAT... IS... SHE?!"
"She... she's smart... a-and funny... and a kick-ass hunter!" Dean smirked at me and I couldn't help but smile back. I was pulled out of my momentary bliss when the demon yanked hard on my hair again.
"Seriously?", Meg barked a laugh. "Is that all? I mean, come on, Dean! You can do better than that!" Meg jerked my head back and stuck her nose against my throat, inhaling deeply. "Is that all she is to you?"
"No." This time Dean didn't look away. I could still see his eyes, boring into me, from over the demon's head. "No. She's so much more. She's brave... and beautiful... and... and..."
"And...?", Meg goaded. She never lifted her face when she spoke. She just continued to sniff around my throat like a hungry dog looking for a bone.
"And she's... she's everything... everything I never knew I wanted." Meg chuckled softly against my skin, her hand tightening in my hair. The demon suddenly stood up straight and pulled me back into Sam's hard chest and pressed the gun back against my temple.
"Finally, the truth", Meg laughed. "She's everything, huh, Dean?"
"Yes", Dean said curtly, his serious gaze burning into my soul.
"And what do you think would be the ultimate torture for you, Dean?" Meg let go of my hair and her hand slid down my body, stopping on the waistband of my jeans. "And for Sam, for that matter?" The demon's deft fingers popped the button and started to pull the zipper down. "Forcing you to watch Sam... your baby brother... take everything away from you!" Meg's hand slid into my underwear and cupped my sex. "Do you think little Sammy would ever be the same after that?"
"Pleeeease!", I whimpered brokenly. His long middle finger pushed into me before I could even squeeze my legs together and I sobbed uncontrollably.
"NO! PLEASE! I'LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!", Dean screamed, a tear leaking out of his eye. "You can possess me! I won't fight you! Just... please! Let them go!" Meg paused, thinking over what Dean had just proposed.
"That's a really tempting offer, Dean. And you do have one sexy meatsuit", the demon mused, rubbing her chin. "But I really enjoyed fucking your girl. And watching you watch me fuck her is gonna be..." Meg was suddenly cut off and I felt myself being jerked backwards. The gun was pulled away from my head and I heard a voice screaming behind me.
"GRAB HER, DEAN!", Bobby's frantic voice barked. "Dean flew forward and wrenched me away from the flailing demon and pulled me to the far side of the room. I turned my head in time to see Bobby holding Sam's wrist and pressing a white hot fire poker against the mark on the inside of his arm. The demon screamed and a cloud of black smoke poured out of Sam's mouth, flew up the chimney, and was gone. Sam crumpled to the floor at Bobby's feet and was still.
"S-Sammy?", Dean croaked.