I have altered the name of the episode slightly to fit in with my O/C AJ being the one to go to hell instead of her brother. This will now be a slight crossover with Constantine.

GreyMoon.Huntress- Thanks!. Some chapters will be slightly shorter then others.

crimson.blood.witch- Thankyou so much!. John is the greatest!.

"Damn it, Bobby. Look...just answer your phone, Doc, okay?," I muttered, my phone glued to my ear, hearing no answer coming from Bobby's place, feeling my worry very quickly heighten.

"Henriksen?," Dean asked, looking from Sam next to him in the front of the car to myself in the back, watching me hang up, slipping my cell back in my jacket pocket.

"Yep," Sam said, myself nodding with him.

"Why?. What did he want?."

"What d'ya think, Dean?. Revenge, that's what. Cause I...we got him killed," I sighed, resting my hand on my forehead, my elbow resting on the windowsill next to me, my eyes drifting to outside, not seeing much of anything as it's dark.

"Alright, stop right there. Whatever's going on, it's happening to us now. Okay?. You clearly can't get ahold of Bobby. So if either of you aren't thinking answers, don't think at all."

I drop my hand from my head hearing my phone go off, pulling it out of my pocket, a frown setting in fast seeing John's name flash on the screen, answering it.

John?. I...wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon, I...you what?. I'm with my brothers now. We're going to Bobby's. Great, just...freakin' great. Okay. I'll, umm, get in touch with you once I know more. Bye."

"Okay, who the hell was that?," Dean asked, looking back at me.

"John."

"Wait, John Constantine?. What did he want?," Sam asked, turning around to look at me.

"A...a friend of his was found dead a couple of hours ago, in his house. Same M.O as the other victims. He was a hunter. What the hell is going on, guys?."

For not just the first time since I was pulled out of the pit, I feel terrified. Three hunters have now ended up dead. What if Bobby is the next intended victim?. And what if I come face to face with another dead innocent soul I failed to save?.

-x-

"I got a bad feeling about this," I muttered under my breath, walking through the front door, my hands keeping a tight grip on my shotgun, Sam and Dean walking slightly ahead of me.

"Bobby?," Dean shouted, moving fast into the kitchen, me and Sam following suit.

"Come on, Doc, answer us," I shouted, swallowing hard, Bobby nowhere to be found, the whole house feeling far too quiet.

Suddenly, Dean spots something, snapping his fingers at me and Sam, indicating towards the object he spotted, us moving over to it, finding it's lying on the bottom step of the staircase.

It looks like an iron poker, something Bobby keeps next to his fireplace. And it had clearly been used meaning Bobby had some uninvited guests himself, guests of the ghostly, vengeful kind.

"Me and Matilda will check upstairs. Sammy, you go outside," Dean said, looking at Sam, him going the opposite direction to us, heading outside.

"Bobby?," Dean shouted, moving onto the landing, myself following him, still receiving no answer.

I jump a little, the doors suddenly slamming shut, instinctively moving closer to him, one door suddenly reopening by itself.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are."

"Dean," I whispered, shivering, my breath coming out as white mist, my hand leaving my gun, grabbing onto his arm.

"Dean Winchester. Still so bossy."

We both spin around finding someone stood behind us, a woman, shoulder length dark blonde hair, her clothes dirty and kind of ragged. And I automatically know who she is even though she looks different, my grip tightening a little on my twin's arm.

"You don't recognise me?. I think your sister does, she was always good at remembering faces. This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut."

"Meg?."

"Hi."

"Stay back," I said, raising my shotgun, pointing it at her, watching her raise her hands.

"It's okay. I'm not a demon."

"You're the girl the demon possessed," Dean said, his shotgun aimed at her as well.

"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not...you know, choking on my own blood. It's okay. I'm just a college girl. Sorry, was. I was walking home one night, got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner in here. You know, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

"I'm...I'm sorry. We're sorry, Meg," I whispered, backing away from her a little.

"Oh yeah?. So sorry you had me thrown off a building?."

"Well, we thought..."

"No, you didn't. I kept waiting, praying. I was trapped in there, screaming at you, "Just help me, please!." You're supposed to help people. Why didn't you help me?."

"I'm sorry," Dean said, his voice shaking a little.

"Stop saying you're SORRY," Meg shouted, punching Dean in the face, knocking him to the floor.

"Meg, stop!. We...we didn't know," I cried, getting kicked in the stomach, falling to the floor on my knees, wincing.

"No. You just attacked. Did either of you think there was a girl in here?. No, you just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?."

"No, I don't," Dean muttered, looking up at her.

"Damn right. Do you have any idea what it's like...to ridden for months by pure evil...while your family has no idea what happened to you?."

"We did the best we could."

I cry out getting thrown into the wall, hitting my head collapsing to the floor, my hand moving to the place I knocked myself feeling what's clearly blood, trying to get back up finding I can't, watching Meg kick Dean in the stomach hard, hearing him grunt.

"It wasn't just me, you know. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are, right?. How they'll do anything for you?. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just...she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue?. Beat up, broken?. Do you know what that did to her?. SHE KILLED HERSELF!. Because of you and your precious siblings. Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge and your demons. Fifty words of Latin a little sooner and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. THAT BLOOD IS ON BOTH YOUR HANDS!."

"You're...you're right. We...we failed you. We should have saved you. But we didn't," I said, wincing a little, the pain from where I cut my back a few hours earlier flaring up mixing with the pain in my head, my hand shakily pulling my smaller gun from the waistband of my pants, raising it, pointing it at her, watching her smirk.

"Come on, AJ. Did your brain get french-fried in hell?. You can't shoot me with bullets."

"Oh this isn't for you."

I move the gun up higher, firing, hitting the iron light fitting, knocking it down onto Meg, her spirit vanishing, dropping the gun, breathing heavily, my eyes closing, feeling darkness begin to set in.

"Woah, woah, hey?. AJ, open your eyes, okay?," Dean said softly, his hands cupping my cheeks, making me open them, looking droopily up at him.

"I'm...I'm okay. Think I...ripped my stitches open, though," I slurred, flopping forwards, blackness at last claiming me.

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