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Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the plot. And I couldn't resist throwin' in a line from the Pilot.

Meg walked into the apartment she was sharing with her father.

"Meg!" She jumped at his harsh tones.

"Father?" she asked carefully. She wasn't sure what had set him off and if she wanted to know what it was, she'd have to tread softly.

"You let him escape? You let him join the hunters?" he queried. Now, the girl understood. This was about her brother.

"I---I didn't know. I'm sorry," Meg stammered. And she hadn't. She hadn't realized that he had actually made it out. She had figured that he had gone up in flames along with his little girlfriend.

"If he joins the Winchesters, he will help them kill us. Is that what you want?" the man demanded. He was furious. The girl could see that.

"No, Sir," Meg answered. Her mind raced frantically. How could she dispel his wrath? Then, "Uh, Father...if I may?"

"What?" the man asked testily. He was beyond ticked at his estranged son's escape and wouldn't stand for anymore mistakes or foolishness.

"I don't really see Sam trusting the two. After all, if they knew what he was, they would surely kill him," Meg said.

"You sound as if you have a plan, Meg," her father noted. Well, I'll give her a chance. After all, she is her father's daughter, he thought with some pride.

"We out Sam and watch the Winchesters kill him. Then, we kill the hunters," Meg stated.

"How deliciously evil," the man approved. If he had a heart, it would've swelled with pride at the blackness of her idea. Her plan was base and foul. The kind he himself would have fun in implementing. Meg grinned in relief. She had her father's approval back and that meant more to her than anything else in this stupid human world. A few hours later John began packing up his belongings. He had just gotten wind of a mysterious death in the next town over.

"What do you think it is?" Sam asked. Could it be Father or Meg? he wondered with some concern. His wounds had just healed and wasn't sure if he was up for another confrontation with them.

"Well, from what I heard, a guy came home, started beatin' on his girlfriend. Then half an hour later, the guy comes again, and says he sees himself looking back at him," John reported.

"What?" Sam questioned, pretending to be confused. Man, I hate shapeshifters, he thought to himself. And he really did. They were cocky, arrogant, and most importantly, evil. The kind of thing he abhorred.

"It sounds like a shapeshifter," Dean declared.

"My thoughts exactly," John confirmed.

"So...how do we kill this thing?" Sam wondered.

"Silver bullets," Dean answered. Sam nodded, trying to look like he was he was simply taking everything in. In reality, he was trying to figure out a way to make sure the freak didn't take his shape. If it did, it could download his thoughts and then John and Dean would kill him without even giving him a chance to explain. He had to keep that from happening. He had to make sure that Meg and his father paid for taking Jessica from him. And then maybe, just maybe, they could all stick together and hunt down and kill as many evil freaks as they could find. John and Dean packed their bags while Sam watched.

"What can I do?" he asked presently.

"Grab that bag. It's got ammunition," John answered. Sam did as he was told. Working together, it only took them a little while to pack both the truck and the Impala.

"Sam, you wanna ride with me?" Dean offered.

"Sure," Sam accepted. Both boys went to the Impala and John went to his truck. Together, they drove down the road. In the Impala, Dean turned on the radio and immediately "Back in Black" by AC/DC was heard.

"What is this? Get some good music," Sam protested.

"House rules Sammy: driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean responded. Sam just shook his head. Humans. Sometimes, he just couldn't figure

them out. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to any of them, Meg was watching them from a distance with a smirk on her face. That was too easy. I almost feel cheap, she thought to herself. Soon, her brother and the hunters would be gone, never to bother them again. She couldn't understand why Sam had chosen to integrate himself amongst the humans. He was above them. Much more powerful and deadly. And yet, he acted like he was one of them. He talked like he was one of them. He felt guilt and compassion like one of them. But he wasn't. And soon the Winchesters would know it. Then they'd kill him. And they themselves would soon follow. Meg's eyes sparkled in malicious anticipation. Then, she began to laugh. A deep laugh. A dark laugh. One that could be described as evil. Her eyes darkened and fire came from her fingertips and she let the flames shoot out at various buildings. As fire burned all around, her mirth grew.

"I love the smell of destruction in the evening," she declared. Then, "Enjoy yourself while you can, Sammy. 'Cuz Daddy's comin'."