Sorry for the wait, but at least it wasn't as long a one as last time. I'm still suffering from my writers block a bit, so you'll have to forgive me.

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Title:Guilt

Author:SupernaturalandLostfan

Rating:PG13

Genre:Angst/Drama

Characters:Dean,Sam,Meg (a.k.a.evil bitch), OC's

Spoiler warning:"Scarecrow" I guess since we meet Meg for the first time in that episode.

Summary:A mistake is made. Can one of the brothers forgive the other? If so, can he forgive himself?

Disclaimer:I own nothing "Supernatural" related, yada, yada, etc.

Guilt

Ch9

"You alright?" Sam asked his brother, for what seemed like the nine thousandth time, since they'd left the hospital.

"For the last time, I'm fine! And if you ask me that again, we'll just have to turn around and go right back to that hospital Sammy, and it won't be me needing a bed this time."Dean answered, giving Sam a tight-lipped smile.

"Well excuse me for caring asshole."Sam said with an indignant snort, but inside he was secretly grinning at his brothers words.

"You're excused bitch."Dean retorted, leaning back in his seat with a sigh of contentment.

He was so happy to be out of that damn hospital.

"Dude, I could so kick your ass right now, so you might want to watch how you address me." Sam said with mock seriousness. "I'd suggest you learn to respect my authority buddy."

"I could have 5 heart attacks, get run over by 12 cars, attacked by 45 mutant chickens, and still kick your scrawny ass."his brother retorted, pointing his index finger at him in warning.

This finally succeeded in cracking Sam up.

"45 mutant chickens? Come on, is that the best you could come up with?"Sam asked between his laughter.

"This question coming from someone who obviously has never encountered mutant chickens."Dean replied.

"Wait a sec, you've fought mutant chickens?"Sam asked in surprise, his mouth falling open comically.

"Well...no, but could you imagine? Regular chickens are ferocious little monsters. It really hurts to get pecked by one you know."Dean replied, tilting his head to the side as if actually contemplating this.

"You have some serious mental issues Dean."Sam said with a shake of his head.

"I know."he replied with a grin.

The remainder of the ride back to the hotel was spent in comfortable silence.

After pulling into the parking lot, Sam jumped out and ran over to his brothers side of the car and opened the door, ready to help him out.

"Will you stop already? I'm perfectly capable of opening my own door and getting out of the car by myself. I'm not an invalid, so back off!" Dean exclaimed, pushing Sam's hand away and getting out slowly.

Truth be told, he was feeling much better than he had in days, but was still very weak. Not that he would ever admit that to Sam though.

"Okay, you're on your own then." Sam said with a shrug backing away. He still hovered close by though, just in case he was needed.

"Home sweet home."Dean said, lowering himself into a chair after they reached the room, closing his eyes and putting his hands behind his head with a content smile.

"Home sweet home?" Sam asked with a snicker.

"Okay, pardon me smart ass. Hotel room, sweet hotel room. Is that better?" Dean asked, opening one eye to glare at his little brother."Now don't you have somewhere you need to be going?" he asked before Sam could reply.

"Yeah, well I've been thinking about that."Sam said looking at Dean contemplatively. "I'm thinking maybe it's not such a good idea for me to leave you here alone. Not on the very same day you got released especially. The doctor said for you to take it easy for a few weeks. Something could happen, like you getting sick and their wouldn't be anyone around to help you."

"Give me a break Sammy. I'm a grown boy who can take care of myself and I feel fine."Dean said with a look of annoyance."Not to mention the fact your just going to the frickin' bus station to meet her! You'll be gone what? An hour at the most?"

"Well, I guess you're right. But. Be good while I'm gone, and stay out of trouble."

"Be good while I'm gone? Stay out of trouble? What am I a 8 year old?" Dean asked, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice as he stood up and walked to his bed, where he promptly flopped down and started flipping through the TV channels.

"Hey, I'm in luck!" he exclaimed after a minute, stopping on the cartoon network."Scooby Doo's on."

"You like Scooby Doo?"Sam asked.

"Who doesn't like Scooby Doo? Anybody that says they don't is lying. Anyway Shaggy kinda reminds me of you, and that Daphne is pretty damn sexy for a cartoon chick. Of course I've always had a thing for redheads . They have such fiery personalities, and Velma well..."

"Okay, okay. Stop right there! It's just way too weird to hear your thoughts on cartoon women Dean. That's something you should keep to yourself from now on."Sam interrupted, then turning serious once more said,"I'm gonna go now, but I have my phone on like always and if you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to call me. Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"Sam, get the hell outta here and go pick that woman up before she comes and kicks both our asses for you not being there waiting with your chariot to pick her up."

"Fine, I'm gone, but I'm gonna call in a half hour to check on you, so you better answer the phone."he ordered, shaking his index finger in Dean's face.

"Yes ma'am mother. I shall lay with my hand on the phone in anticipation of your call."Dean said sarcastically, a smile playing on his lips.

"If you're sure you'll be okay." Sam said, stopping once again to look at him hesitantly.

"I'm positive." he answered, not looking away from the TV.

"Need anything before I go?"

"If I need anything I can get it myself Sam. I can walk you know."

"Are you..."

"For the last time Sam, I'm sure I'll be okay, and I'm sure I do not need anything, so please go pick her up so we can get this shit over and done with."Dean said with a bit more emotion than he'd wanted.

He desperately needed Sam to trust him again if they were going to get over the large hump caused by his failed suicide attempt , and though leaving him alone for an hour didn't really seem like that much, it would be a big step to Dean.

As if reading his mind, Sam smiled and smacked him on the shoulder, saying, "Okay, no need to get testy, I'm outta here."

Dean sighed when Sam finally left, putting his hands behind his head to continue watching his cartoon, and almost immediately drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Walking out and closing the door to their room, Sam stood there for a minute, a feeling of unease at leaving his brother there alone weighing heavily on him.

He knew he could have insisted that Dean accompany him to the bus station, but though unspoken, he could tell Dean wanted him to know he could trust him once more, and that he was indeed okay.

Anyway, it was only for an hour. What could happen in an hour?

"Hey tiger, what'cha doing standing outside?" her heard a female voice ask, and turned to see Meg standing outside the door to her room, smiling at him.

He hadn't seen her much during Deans stay in the hospital. He could tell his brother didn't really vibe well with her, so he'd made a point of telling her in the nicest way possible that he thought it best if she didn't visit the hospital too much. It seemed to not offend her in the least, she'd just smiled , said she totally understood, gave him a hug, and stayed away, only seeing Sam when they happened to run into one another during one of his trips to the brothers room to pick some stuff up.

"Actually, I'm on my way to pick up a friend at the bus station." he replied, walking towards her and leaning against the wall beside her door.

"A friend huh? Would this friend be a girlfriend?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Well, yeah, but not a girlfriend girlfriend, she's way too old for my tastes."he replied, making a face at the mental picture that popped unwanted into his head.

"Phew..Had me worried there for a second. Thought I might have a little unknown competition."she said, letting out a sigh of relief as she put her hand on Sam's arm.

"Uh...no...there's no competition."he said, face reddening slightly.

"Good."she purred.

"Well, I've got to run. I can't keep her waiting, but I'll uh..see you when I get back okay?"

"Sure. Where's Dean? Isn't he going too?"she asked innocently.

"Nah, he needed some time alone."

"And you think that's a good idea?"she asked with a frown.

"Yes, I do. I trust him."Sam replied automatically, surprised to find that he really meant what he was saying.

"Then that's that."she said with a smile.

"Bye Meg."

"See ya Sam."she replied, wiggling her fingers at him in a little wave as she went inside her room and closed the door.

She moved to the window to watch him as he got into the Impala and drove out of the parking lot.

It was time to get rid of big brother, and she guessed she was going to have to do it the hard way since he obviously was inept at doing it himself.

She had an idea who Sam was going to pick up at that bus station, and knew that the woman would put a big damper on her fun and games with Dean. So she had to act quick.

She figured best case scenario Sam would be gone no less than an hour, which gave her plenty of time to take care of Dean.

Just remember Meg, she chided herself as she opened her door and walked out onto the patio shared by her room and the brothers, you can't play with him too much or you'll run out of time.

She walked over to the sliding door that led into their room and after muttering a few words under her breath, smiled smugly when the latch to the door popped open.

Walking over to where he lay sleeping peacefully on the bed, she stood staring at him for a moment.

What a waste, he's such a cutie, she thought with a frown. Oh well, if things went well she would still have little brother, and he's the one she really wanted in the first place.

Leaning over, she tapped him on the shoulder lightly, and felt satisfaction when he jumped in surprise, almost falling from the bed, before looking at her with now alert eyes.

"Hi Dean."she said with a bright smile.

"What the hell are you doing in my room? Where's Sam?' he asked, looking at her suspiciously as one hand rubbed his eyes and the other inched slowly towards the pillow he's been sleeping on.

"He's gone to pick up your friend Missouri."she answered,"and as for what I'm doing here, well...I'm here to kill you."she said, calmly walking slowly towards him.

"Wha? Who are you?"he asked, jumping up from the bed, now holding the gun he'd had beneath his pillow.

"Someone that your little gun isn't going to do a bit of good on."she replied,"But, I believe our parents are also acquainted as well."

"Our parents?"he asked, confusion now melding with the anger already present on his face.

"Well, actually its only my dad you know of, because he killed your mother."she said, and before he could react to her words she had moved forward at an unnaturally quick speed and kicked the gun from his hand.

Normally Dean would have put up a much better fight than he was, but he was still not 100 by far, so by the time he went for the gun, she already held it in her hands.

"Go ahead bitch, shoot me."he snarled, holding his arms out at her." Cause if you don't I'm gonna rip your head off and shove it up your ass."

"Oohh, sounds like fun, but unfortunately, I've got a much better plan for you."she said with a shrug, and ran at him once more, knocking him to the ground where she straddled him.

"Is that all you've got?" he asked, preparing to knock her from atop him. Raising the gun once more, instead of shooting him, she hit him in the head, knocking him out.

She patted his head and stood up, grabbing his legs after checking her watch and seeing she still had 45 minutes, and drug him back to the bed , hefting his limp body back on it before pulling the four ropes from her pocket she'd brought from her room.

After securely tying him up, she pulled out the other object she brought with her, and stood over him, preparing to put it to use when he slowly started regaining consciousness.

Seeing what she held in her hands, his eyes grew wide, betraying the calmness of his voice when he said,"What are you gonna do with that?"

"Well, I do really like your brother you know, and for some reason I don't think the feelings would remain mutual if he knew I killed you, so I'm going to make it look like you did it yourself." she replied, and as she did so, raised the straight razor she held in her hand and cut into his left wrist while he bucked and tried to get free from the ropes. A scream erupted from his throat when she did so, and she realized that she'd have to shut him up or some one might ruin her plan by coming to see what was wrong.

Laying the razor down, she went to the dresser drawer and opened it up, found a sock, and went back to where Dean lay, forcing it in his mouth.

"Now then, that's much better."she said, satisfied that his muffled grunts wouldn't go beyond the room, picked her razor back up and walked around to the other side to repeat her act on his right wrist.

"Well, now we wait."she said with a sigh, wiping her hands on her skirt as she sat down, watching as his face slowly paled.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the chair she'd sat in."I almost forgot the best part, watch this."

Dean watched as he fought to hold onto consciousness, and almost swallowed the sock in his mouth when the womans body started to transform as she spoke some sort of incantation in a foreign language.

Not even a minute later, instead of Meg being there, it was the little girl he'd shot at the last town.

"Neat trick huh?" she asked, twirling around as she spoke to give him the full view of her new form."Imagine my surprise when I happened upon where you and Sam were staying in the last town, and then the little girl and her taking a liking to you was an opportunity I couldn't let slip by."

Deans eyes grew wide with anger as comprehension of what she was saying sunk in and he used what little strength he had to try and get out of the ropes once again.

"Aw, is Dean mad?"she asked in the sing song voice of the little girl.

Right before he finally lost consciousness, Dean vowed to himself that one way or another he was going to kill Meg.

He also thought of his brother and who would take care of him if he wasn't there to do it.

Fucking bitch, and then all went dark.

TBC

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