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Chapter 4: Are You There, God? It's Me, Dean Winchester pt. 1
By the time Dean woke the next morning there was a plate of breakfast waiting for her on the coffee table. A cup of coffee sitting next to the plate of food, steam rising from both as that meant it was hot and fresh. Slowly sitting up Dean ran her fingers through her hair, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she noticed something. She had fallen asleep, and her eyes widened when she realized she was still wearing Sam's coat! Quickly Dean took off the coat and threw it off in some random direction, as if the article of clothing had burnt her. Running her fingers through her hair again she thought back to when her and Sam finished with the hunter's funeral. They had gone back to the Impala, she had gotten in, and then she must've dozed off at some point during the drive. Dean sighed slightly, man, she couldn't believe she fell asleep so easily. Especially when she used to be able to run on the few hours of sleep that she could snag between hunts.
"Aight breakfast, your goin' in my belly." Dean uttered as she looked at the plate of food and began to chow down. "Hey Bobby, Sam! We got any pie?" She called out around a mouthful of food as she sat with the plate in her lap and her body stretched out across the couch.
"Glad to see you're finally awake." Bobby said as he walked into the room, a stack of books held in his hands.
"'Course, why wouldn't I be?" Dean asked as she grabbed her cup of now lukewarm coffee and drank it.
"Well, given the fact that Sam carried you inside, I assumed you'd sleep all day." Bobby said as this caused Dean to slightly choke on her coffee.
"I'm sorry, he what?" Dean asked after the coughing fit that had happened after she slightly choked on her coffee.
"He climbed out of the car carrying you. I rushed out there thinking you were an idgit and got yourself hurt, but Sam said you were just asleep. Then he brought you inside and laid you on the couch." Bobby explained as he sat the stack of books he held down on a nearby chair for now.
"Huh, you don't say..." Dean said softly as she took her empty plate and cup to the kitchen as Bobby took the books to his "office". "So, what's with all the books, Bobby?" She asked curiously as she placed her plate and cup in the sink and turned around, noticing Sam at the kitchen table already flipping through one of the books.
"Research." Bobby stated, placing the books down on his desk as he sat down behind it.
"Research about what? A new job?" Dean asked, hoping that that was the case, she was just itching to go hunting again.
"Research about this so called angel, Castiel." Bobby corrected as he opened one of the books, Sam having told him what Dean said about Castiel being an angel.
"Ugh, seriously Bobby? Sam falling for this angel bullshit I understand, but you? I expected you to be on my side about this." Dean said with her arms crossed and a pout on her face.
"If you're so set on this, then tell me what else it could be." Sam suddenly cut into the conversation as he looked up from the book that he had been looking through.
"Look, all I know is that I was not, groped by an angel." Dean said as she turned around, turning her attention away from Bobby to Sam.
"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this, Castiel would lie to you about it?" Sam asked curiously, wondering why she was in denial about this one thing.
"Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie." Dean stated, feeling like that was a good enough reason for her denial of the existence of angels.
"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife?! Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam exclaimed, making it pretty clear that he felt that what Dean was saying was making no sense.
"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?!" Dean asked, not understanding why she was so in the wrong for being skeptical about this.
"Yeah. You just did, Dean." Sam stated, answering the question that Dean had just asked him.
"I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me." Dean said in an exasperated tone as she leaned back against the counter next to the kitchen sink.
"Dean, we have a theory." Sam uttered whilst motioning to the book that was infront of him.
"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please." Dean said as she moved closer to Sam, she honestly couldn't believe him right now.
"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-." Sam said as he started to explain what his and Bobby's theory is.
"Okay, okay. That's the point." Dean said, cutting Sam off before he could finish his train of thought. "We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!" She exclaimed, her voice raising to the point that she was close to yelling.
"You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?" Bobby called out, effectively stopping the argument as Sam and Dean shared a look before the approached the older hunter. "I got stacks of lore- biblical, pre-biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit." He said as he had turned the book around so the two Winchester's could see its contents.
"What else?" Dean asked, looking at the picture depicting an angel touching a soul down in hell, her hand instinctively coming up to touch her left shoulder.
"What else, what?" Bobby asked, not really understanding the question.
"What else could do it?" Dean asked, clearly still in denial about how an angel saved her from hell.
"Airlift your ass out of the hot box? As far as I can tell, nothing." Bobby stated as he leaned back into his chair.
"Dean, this is good news." Sam said with a smile on his face as he looked at Dean.
"How?" Dean asked as she looked at Sam, not seeing how this was good news.
"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap. I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?" Sam said since this was something new, something exciting, something that had brought Dean back to him.
"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow and a shake of her head.
"At this point, Vegas money's on yeah." Bobby stated, angels usually means there is a God.
"I dunno, guys." Dean said with another shake of her head, turning and walking away slightly as she scratched the top of her head.
"Okay, look. I-I-I know you're not all choirgirl about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof." Sam explained as Dean had stopped a few feet away from him, her back still towards him and Bobby.
"Proof?" Dean asked as she turned around again, wondering how any of this was real proof.
"Yes." Sam affirmed in response to the fact that Dean still doesn't believe him.
"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it." Dean said, how could she possibly buy into something like that?
"Why not?" Sam asked, wondering why Dean was still in denial despite the proof.
"Because why me?" Dean asked as she glanced between Sam and Bobby as if one of them could give her an answer. "If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?!" She asked still not understanding why the God would care about little old her?
"Dean-." Sam said, wanting to say something to help her finally understand.
"I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the- for the stealing and the- and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular... girl." Dean said with a frown, there was nothing special about her, she's just Dean Winchester.
"Apparently, you're a regular girl that's important to the man upstairs." Sam said as Dean and Bobby shared a look for a moment.
"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God." Dean said with a small wavering to her voice at the word God.
"Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat." Sam said as he crossed his arms, that definitely looked like what was going on.
"...All right. What do we know about angels?" Dean asked after a moment of silence, watching as Bobby moved the stack of books he brought in closer to her and Sam.
"Start reading." Bobby stated simply as Dean looked at the stack of books, mouth slightly agape in shock.
"You're gonna get me some pie." Dean told Sam, pointing at him before snatching the smallest book from the stack as she walked away.
When Sam had left in the Impala to go to the store Dean had called him to ask him to get some chips. Whilst also calling to make sure that he didn't forget the pie. The call didn't exactly get very far, since the tall brunette simply asked when did he ever forget the pie. So far Sam has never forgotten the pie, so that's exactly what Dean had said as her answer. Though it seemed like he wanted to get off the phone since he said he needed to go. That seemed a bit suspicious but Dean went along with it as they said goodbye and the call ended. Leaving the sandy blonde female no other choice but to go back to reading from the book she took from the pile. Pinching the bridge of her nose slightly as she sighed, so far she was getting a big ass bucket of nothin'.
Dean abandoned the book however when Bobby said he wanted to go check on a friend who hadn't been answering his calls. Which led to them packing up the trunk of the older males car when Sam pulled up in the Impala. Dean finishing up putting things in the trunk as Bobby went to tell Sam what was going on. The friend, Olivia Lowry, who was also a hunter, supposedly wasn't one to not answer calls for three days. Which led to Bobby saying they had to go check on her as he headed back to his car, shutting the trunk and climbing in. Allowing Dean to come over to the Impala, opening the driver side door, making Sam slide over as she climbed in. Settling into the driver's seat with a small sigh as she shut the car door with a thud. A smile coming to Dean's face when Sam handed her a white shopping bag.
"Dude?" Dean said questioningly as she looked through the contents of the bag.
"Yeah?" Sam asked, turning his head to watch Dean as she was still looking through the bag.
"Where's the pie?" Dean asked as she looked towards Sam, shocked that he forgot the pie.
"Shit, I'm sorry Dean..." Sam apologized, he had basically said he wouldn't forget the pie and then he went and forgot the pie.
"You had one job, Sam. One job." Dean stated as she gave the bag back to Sam and started to drive as she followed after Bobby.
They made it to Olivia's home in record time with Bobby entering the house first, shotgun in hand. Followed by Sam, who also had a shotgun with him, and then Dean. She had a shotgun as well, but if she was being honest, she didn't know if this body had the strength to be able to fire the gun. Sure this body is fit and athletic, but she felt like the opposite, she felt tired even now after getting all of that sleep. And she knew she was holding the shotgun right, but it was like her hands didn't know what to do. It was like her brain and her body weren't communicating with each other the right way, and it pissed her off. She felt rusty as a hunter, and that just felt wrong to her, especially when she's been hunting since she was old enough to hold a gun.
As they searched through the house for Olivia they did find her, but not in the best condition. Her body laid sprawled out on the floor, chest and stomach completely ripped open. Bobby couldn't bear to look at the scene infront of him anymore, so he left, leaving Dean and Sam alone in the house. The sandy blonde female needing to steal her resolve, all whilst majorly feeling the need to throw up. Her soul might be that of a hunter, but this body is not, which is why she was feeling the urge to puke... The first thing Sam noticed was the salt line that the body was behind as Dean noticed the open weapon's vault in the closet. Walking over to it, noticing the EMF meter with it's antena out and ready to detect ghosts. Seems that they were dealing with a pretty pissed off ghost.
"Sam... looks like Olivia was rockin' the EMF meter." Dean said as she turned and held up the EMF meter for Sam to see.
"Spirit activity." Sam stated with a nod from his spot kneeling next to Olivia's body.
"Yeah- on steroids." Dean said as she put the EMF meter down and approached Sam. "I never seen a ghost do this to a person." She said as she stood next to him, looking down at Olivia's body.
"...You ok, Dean?" Sam asked curiously since she looked a little green around the gills.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Dean reassured, swallowing thickly as she noticed Bobby re-enter the house. "Bobby, you alright?" She asked, knowing that this had to be harder on him than on her and Sam as said male stood up.
"I called some hunters nearby..." Bobby explained, his flip-phone still held open in his right hand.
"Good. We could use their help." Dean said, assuming that Bobby had called them to get more help with this.
"...Except they ain't answering their phones either." Bobby revealed, flipping his phone shut and slipping it into the pocket of his vest.
"Something's up, huh?" Sam asked, that seemed to be the only logical reason as to why so many hunters weren't answering their phones.
"You think?" Bobby questioned but didn't wait for an answer as he turned and walked away as Sam and Dean shared a look.
From there they split up, with Sam and Dean heading off to check on a hunter name Jed together. Bobby doing the same but with two other hunters that he had tried to call. In the end when they checked on theme they found that they were all in a worse condition than they had found Olivia in. Dean seriously wanted to know why ghosts were killing hunters that are off duty. Bobby wanted to know too, but told them to meet back up at his place to regroup. Which led to Dean driving back towards the older male's home, switching with Sam when she got a little too tired to drive. In the end though the Impala needed to be refueled, else they run out of gas half way to Bobby's. And Sam had to do something about that, so he pulled off the road into a Gas & Save. Parking at one of the gas pumps, climbing out of the car, opening the gas cap, fixing the nozzle inside as he started to fill the tank.
As he continued to crouch down next to the gas cap Sam glanced around, noticing the restrooms sign. Easing his way out of his crouching position he went inside of the gas station, leaving Dean outside alone. The sandy blonde female fast asleep in the passenger seat of the Impala, using the door as a pillow. Though she wasn't asleep for long, the ding of the gas pump signaling that the tank was full woke her up. Glancing around tiredly Dean climbed out of the car, wondering where Sam went as she pulled the pump nozzle free from the gas cap. Shutting said cap and putting the nozzle away as she headed towards the bathrooms, and that's when she heard it. As she walked closer to the bathroom's Dean heard what sounded like, Sam getting thrown around like a rag doll. Quickly rushing back to the car she opened the Impala's trunk, pulling out one of the shotguns.
Dean quickly filling it with salt rounds as she rushed back to the bathrooms, hesitating infront of the men's room door. She knew she shouldn't be hesitating, she's seen plenty of men's rooms back when she too was a man. But it was like there was this little voice in the back of her head that said she shouldn't go in there... Shaking her head Dean got over it quickly and burst through the door. Taking aim at someone she thought she'd never see again, Agent Henriksen. The dead FBI agent was standing over Sam who was on the ground amongst pieces of glass. Thinking quickly Dean pushed down on the shotgun trigger, needing to use more strength than she's ever had to before. The gun going off with a bang, Henriksen disappearing in wisps of smoke and glowing embers as he was hit from behind by the salt from the salt rounds that were shot at him. Dean walking deeper into the bathroom, smoke wafting up from the barrel of the gun as she glanced around.
"Hey..." Sam said breathlessly, still on the bathroom floor as he looked up at Dean.
"Hey yourself, we gotta get back to Bobby's. Now." Dean said, grabbing Sam's hand as she hauled him up into a standing position with some struggling. "Man what are you made of, rocks?" She asked, still struggling since it was hard to do this with only one hand.
"Very funny." Sam said sarcastically, helping her out so she doesn't pull something as he stands up.
"Oh yeah, I'm hilarious. Now move your ass." Dean stated, nudging Sam slightly as she lets go of his hand and walked out of the mens room.
"Who died and made you Queen?" Sam muttered with a raised eyebrow as he too left the mens room, seems Dean was still as bossy as ever.
"Wanna say that a bit louder Sammy?" Dean asked as she went and opened the trunk, putting the shotgun back in the weapons box.
"What? Nothing, I said nothing." Sam said, feigning innocence as he watched Dean shut the weapons box and then the trunk, locking it shut.
"Man, you're such a liar." Dean said with an eye roll as she climbed into the Impala's driver seat.
Chuckling slightly at that Sam then climbed into the passenger seat. Barely getting the door shut before Dean had the car started and peeling out of the parking back onto the road to Bobby's. Now Sam understood her rush to get back, clearly this wasn't just random ghosts ganking off-duty hunters. But that didn't exactly give Dean the right to suddenly peel out of a parking lot when he's not fully in the car yet. As he got settled into the passenger seat Sam noticed the sandy blonde female was trying to call someone. Dean was trying to call Bobby, but he wasn't answering, and she grew frustrated at this as she hung up the phone. It was obvious that even hunters that are out and about were also being targeted, not just off-duty ones. Which meant they needed to find Bobby, for there is safety in numbers. That thought alone made Dean step on the gas, the Impala jerking forward as it sped up from the added gas pumping into its engine.
"Pick up the damn phone, Bobby." Dean muttered as she pulled the phone away from her ear, seeing that the phone call was still trying to go through. "Sam, how ya feeling? How many fingers am I holding up hun?" She asked as she glanced at Sam, the word hun just slipping out without her paying much attention to it.
"None. I'll be fine, Dean." Sam said, also glancing at Dean as she put the phone back up to her ear. "Did you just call me hun?" He asked after realizing what she had actually called him.
"Did I? Huh, didn't notice." Dean uttered with a small frown, still trying to get ahold of Bobby. "So, Henriksen?" She asked curiously, wondering if she had seen things correctly.
"Yep." Sam stated, affirming that it had been infact Agent Henriksen.
"Why? What did he want?" Dean questioned, none of this was making sense right now.
"Revenge 'cause we got him killed." Sam said remorsefully whilst glancing down at his lap.
"Sam..." Dean started to say, obviously wanting to tell Sam that it wasn't their fault.
"Well, we did, Dean." Sam said matter-of-factly as Dean had already had enough of that.
"Alright. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay?" Dean said as she hung up the phone tossed it down onto the space of the seat between her and Sam. "I can't get ahold of Bobby, so I need you to get your head in the game, Sam." She said before letting out a small sigh as she looked at him. "Whether I want to admit it or not, this body is not trained to be a hunter. I'm about as useful as a puppy trying to be a guard dog, I'm not that well trained, intimidating soldier that dad trained me to be anymore. So until I'm like that again, I'm going to need you to have my back, okay?" Dean asked, hating that she had to tell him something like this but she had to.
"Yeah, I got your back, Dean." Sam reassured, knowing that this was hard for Dean to tell him.
With that Dean went silent, driving the rest of the night in order to get them back to Bobby's as fast as possible. Wasting no time to head inside the house, armed with their shotguns and armed to the teeth with salt rounds. Quietly calling out Bobby's name as they walked deeper into the house. Dean once again feeling like she was holding the gun right but at the same time she didn't feel like she was. She made herself shake off that feeling though as her and Sam searched the ground floor of the house. Dean being the first to notice the iron fire poker abandoned at the bottom of the steps that led upstairs. That meant that Bobby was trying to defend himself and seemed to have succeeded, but the question is. If he had succeeded, then where exactly was he now if he wasn't on the ground floor of the house? The only places left that Bobby could be is upstairs... or out in the junkyard amongst all the wrecked cars. Dean cursed slightly under her breath when it comes to the later, hoping that the older male was inside rather than outside.
"I got the upstairs. You check outside." Dean instructed quietly, having crouched down to inspect the discarded fire poker.
Sam hesitated at this, not exactly liking the idea of leaving Dean alone after what she told him in the car. However it didn't seem like she was in the mood to argue, so he begrudgingly went on his way outside into the junkyard. Dean slowly standing up out of her crouched position, watching Sam leave as she soon creeped her way up the stairs. Meanwhile outside in the junkyard the tall brunette was walking through the maze of cars calling out the older males name. Unknowingly walking past the car that Bobby was being held captive in, the ghosts of the little girls having him pinned down. One of them holding their hand over his mouth to prevent him from calling out for help. Meanwhile back inside the house Dean had just finished walking up the stairs. Shotgun in hand as she rounded the corner, calling out Bobby's name as one by one the room doors slammed shut on their own. The door at the end of the hall then swung open slowly, that certainly wasn't something you see every day. Slowly Dean began to approach the open door, on guard about what may be on the other side.
"Come out, come out, whoever you are." Dean sung as she crept closer to the door, noticing how her breath was now visible as she stopped.
"Dean Winchester. Even as a girl, still so bossy." A girl said as she appeared behind Dean as said girl turned around, aiming her shotgun at the female ghost. "You don't recognize me? This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut." She explained as the sandy blonde female slowly put the piece's together.
"Meg?" Dean asked as she squinted slightly in confusion at the girl's different appearance.
"Hi." Meg said as a smile grew on her face at the fact that Dean finally recognized her. "It's okay. I'm not a demon." She said with her hands raised in surrender after the other girl looked ready to shoot when she tried to step closer.
"You're the girl the demon possessed." Dean stated, that had to be the only reason as to why she was talking to some ghost girl.
"Meg Masters." Meg introduced herself as she lowered her hands out of the surrender position. "Nice to finally talk to you, or at least a version of you, when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood." She said as she tried to take another step towards Dean, only to have the girl look ready to shoot her again. "It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry- was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner... in here." Meg explained whilst touching the side of her head, meaning she had been a prisoner in her head.
"I..." Dean trailed off softly, blanking on what to do or to say to Meg for now.
"Now, I was awake. I had to watch whilst she murdered people." Meg hissed out, obviously wanting to make that point perfectly clear to Dean.
"I'm sorry..." Dean said, finally managing to find her voice after everything that Meg had said.
"Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building." Meg said causing Dean to flinch slightly as she remembered that all too well.
"Well, we thought-." Dean started to say, trying to find some way to explain things to Meg.
"No, you didn't think!" Meg snapped, cutting Dean off before she could finish what she was saying. "I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in there screaming at you! "Just help me, please!". You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me?" She asked, her voice breaking at the beginning as she spoke.
"I'm sorry." Dean repeated, now that she knew everything she couldn't help but feel sorry.
"Stop saying you're sorry!" Meg exclaimed as she punched Dean, knocking the other girl down to the ground as she groaned.
"Meg. Meg..." Dean said as she started to try and push herself up into a kneeling position, only to have Meg knock her right back down with a kick to the face. "We didn't know." She strained out, having rolled onto her back with a few groans as the ghostly female kicked her fallen shotgun away.
"No... you just attacked." Meg stated after having crouched down to look Dean in the eyes. "Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in slashing and burning." She said as the sandy blonde female opened her mouth slightly as if to say something. "You think you're some kind of hero?" Meg asked curiously with a tilt of her head.
"No, I don't." Dean stated, only to suddenly have Meg grab her by the front of her shirt, pulling her closer.
"You're damn right." Meg affirmed as Dean glanced at her hand, noticing a symbol branded on it. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil... while your family has no idea what happened to you?" She asked, looking oh so livid with each word she spoke.
"We did the best we could." Dean said hoping to be reassuring but Meg didn't like that answer, shoving Dean as she stood, kicking her again.
At the same time outside Bobby was still at the mercy of those two twin little girls. Pinned down unable to speak as the little girls spoke, one asking if he was scared. However she obviously hadn't expected an answer as her twin immediately began to speak. Both girls alternating between saying things as they talked about their death. About how a monster came and found them, and how Bobby had been right there but had not noticed that they were in danger. The older male glancing from one sister to the next as they spoke to him, unable to make a single sound besides shuddered breath through his nose. Meanwhile Sam was still searching through the cars, noticing how he could see his breath now. That immediately got him to glance around in order to find the source of the chill that allowed him to see his breath. Calling out Bobby's name whilst banging on the closed trunk of one of the cars, continuing his search.
Simultaneously the girls were still talking to Bobby about what had happened to them as Sam continued to call out. Trying to reassure the captive male that he was there now as he grabbed an iron crowbar. Trying to pry open the trunk that he had been bangin on a few seconds ago as the girls just kept talking. Explaining how no one will find him as Sam moved on to the next car when he got the trunk open and saw it was empty. The girls soon covering Bobby's nose as well to cut off his air flow as the brunette Winchester pried open another empty trunk. Panting and glancing around as his search was coming up negative so far. Back inside the house Dean was now on her stomach on the floor, shaking her head to try and shake off the hits to her head.
"It wasn't just me, Dean. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshiped me. You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you." Meg said, taking small steps as she advanced towards Dean's fallen form. "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..." She said as she hissed out each word as she took a few more steps towards the other girl.
"Meg." Dean said with a small cringe as she propped herself up on her elbows, still trying to recover from the blows as her body throbs.
"...Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself! Because of you, Dean!" Meg declared as she delivered a kick directly to Dean's stomach, knocking her flat back onto her stomach. "Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Dean!" She shouted to the sandy blonde hunter as she had pushed herself up to her hands and knees.
"You're right." Dean stated with a hand motion, Meg grunting as she kicked the other girl yet again.
Meanwhile Sam was at a loss as to where Bobby was as he had opened yet another empty trunk, turning and glancing around. He was about to walk away when he heard a cracking sound from up above him. Looking up to see the mirror of a busted up old vanat the top of a junk pile. With the iron crowbar in hand Sam rushed up the van, calling out to Bobby and glancing through the gap in the busted doors. Prying them open just in time to have the two twin little girls to snap their heads in his direction. Immediately sending him flying and the pried open doors swinging open as Sam landed on a car windshield. It cracking under the force but not shattering as the car hood dented when he hit it as he grunted and groaned. Opening his eyes with a gasp just in time to see one of the little girls standing over him, trying to attack as he took a swing. The little girl disappearing in wisps of smoke and glowing embers as the iron crowbar tore through her pale form.
The second little girl seeing what had happened to her sister had provided a much needed distraction. Allowing Bobby to break free from the girls hold, sending his own iron crow bar tearing through the little girl from behind. Causing her to disappear in wisps of smoke and glowing embers just like her sister had. Bobby gasping and panting for breath as him and Sam shared a look with one another. They got a moment of rest, but they weren't out of the woods yet... Back upstairs in the house Dean was slowly crawling her way through the only open door into what looked like a storage room. Meg standing nonchalantly in the doorway, leaning her right forearm against it. Watching as Dean rolled over onto her back, pulling out her stainless steel and white Colt M1911A1. Taking aim at the ghostly female and clicking off the safety, as if the bullets in her trusty gun would do any harm unto the other female.
"Come on, Dean. Did your brain get french-fried in hell?" Meg asked as she pushed off of the doorway and walked closer to Dean. "You can't shoot me with bullets." She stated as she now stood directly below a small chandelier.
"I'm not shooting at you." Dean revealed, changing her aim and shooting, Meg looking up as the bullet hit the chandelier chain and breaking it. The sandy blonde female shielding herself as the chandelier came crashing to the floor, making the ghost disappear in wisps of smoke and glowing embers. "Iron, bitch." She stated when she looked back and saw that Meg was gone and a broken chandelier was left in her place.
"Dean? Dean?!" Sam called out, coming running up the stairs and around the corner just as Dean laid back fully on the floor. "Dean!" He exclaimed, rushing over when he saw the fallen chandelier and the small female laying on the floor, gun in hand.
"Yo." Dean uttered, giving Sam a small peace sign with her left hand when he kneeled down by her side.
"C'mon, Bobby's downstairs. We need to regroup and make a plan before they come back." Sam said as he took hold of Dean's left hand and started helping her up.
"Ow ow ow ow ow." Dean muttered under breath as Sam eased the both of them into a standing position, body throbbing in pain.
"Can you make it by yourself?" Sam asked curiously as he let go, holding his hands out to catch Dean if needed as she wobbled on her feet slight.
"Yeah just, gimme a minute." Dean stated, shaking her head slightly as she clicked on the safety and holstered her gun again.
Sam nodded slightly as he backed off, watching Dean carefully as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her movements appeared stiff and she was rubbing at her ribs slightly, he hoped that she hadn't broken any... Despite not seeming at all ready to get moving, Dean stepped past Sam, then past the chandelier and out the door. Collecting her fallen shotgun from within the hallway along the way as she walked stiffly. Heading down the hallway and down the stairs, hearing the telltale sound of footsteps behind her. Which meant that Sam was following a few steps behind her as they got to the ground floor. The two soon reuniting with Bobby in his "office" as the older male was flipping through one of his many books. Seemed like the bearded hunter was taking advantage of this moment of rest to look through his books to make a plan. Because right now they needed one, and a good one at that.
