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DISCLAIMER

I'm almost finished with one of my classes and had some time on my hands, hence the chap. Supernatural belongs to the WB, which will soon be the CW. I only own the the plot. I don't know how a scrambler, so I'm taking liberties here. And yes, I got the blood on the chest deal and the Sunrise Apartments from "Devil's Trap".

Dean was in the middle of a very good dream involving himself and Paris Hilton when he felt someone shaking him. Out of habit, his hand slipped under the pillow, grabbed a knife, and he started to strike. However, someone caught his wrist.

"Easy, Tiger," he heard his father chide good-naturedly.

"Dad...what's going on?" Dean wondered.

"Sam's gone. We need to find him," John answered. Instantly awake, Dean grabbed his jacket and followed his father to the truck.

"Dean, take your car. I might need a distraction when we find Sam," John ordered.

"Yes, Sir," Dean responded, and walked over to his Impala. The two hunters got into their vehicles and took off. In his truck, John turned on his radio scrambler, just in case. Meanwhile, Sam had found his father and sister's apartment and quietly walked in.

"Well, well, well. Look who's here," a voice smirked. Sam jumped and then turned around.

"You're losing your touch, big brother," Meg grinned.

"Maybe I wasn't expecting you, but Father," Sam shot back.

"Oh, he's around. Just not in this particular room," Meg responded. Without warning, Sam felt himself being pulled back. He cried out in pain as he hit a wall.

"Cheap...shot...Dad," he groaned.

"You made a big mistake comin' here, Sammy," the man told him.

"You expected anything less?" Sam asked. The demon made a slight move with his head and the boy screamed as he felt a wave of pain move through his chest. Feeling stickiness, Sam realized that blood had begun to trail down his chest. He groaned and concentrated his strength. He let his eyes go marble black and he pushed his powers to the limit. The older demon cried out in surprise as he stumbled back. Meanwhile, John's scrambler had picked up a police call and the hunter listened to the details. When the report was through, John dialed his son.

"Yes, Sir?" he heard presently.

"Dean, there's some kind of disturbance at Sunrise Apartments. Room 223," he reported.

"You think that's where Sam is?" Dean asked.

"I'm almost positive," John responded. "And if Sam's there, his father and sister will most likely be there too. So let's be careful, huh?" he continued.

"Yes, Sir," Dean acknowledged. He gunned his engine. If Sam was in danger, he'd do whatever he could to save the kid. Back in the apartment, Sam was fighting to gain control. Taking the initiative, Meg's eyes flashed and Sam cried out in pain from the double attack. Now he couldn't even move. Meg was keeping him pinned to the wall. Suddenly, a door burst open! Surprised, Meg and her father turned. Sam grunted softly as he hit the floor.

"Well, you guys are stupid," Meg grinned.

"Let him go," Dean demanded.

"This doesn't involve you, Hunter. It's just a little family dispute," the elder demon stated.

"We aren't leaving without Sam," John declared.

"Then you die," the demon sneered. With that, John and Dean were flung against another wall. Unnoticed by anyone, Sam painfully rose to his knees. He focused his energies on his sister. With an exclamation of shock, Meg found herself against a wall.

"Let them go," Sam grunted.

"Sam!" Dean yelled. He groaned in pain as he felt something tearing at his side.

"I said---let them go," Sam repeated, shakily standing up. Meg grunted and tried to free herself, but her brother's powers were stronger.

"No dice, boy," the demon sneered. Meg let out another cry as she felt herself moving up the wall.

"Meg!" the demon yelled as he saw his daughter trapped on the ceiling.

"Sam, don't!" Dean groaned. Don't do it. Don't become like him, man, he thought.

"It's not worth it," John added. I can't believe he'd actually go this far for us, the hunter thought. But then, the demon---his father---had killed his girlfriend.

"Father!" Meg cried in fear.

"Oh, get real, Sam. You wouldn't do it," the demon smirked. There's no way he'd kill Meg. His conscious won't allow it, he thought to himself.

"I'll kill her. I swear I will," Sam told his father.

"Dude, she's your sister," Dean painfully reminded Sam.

"Yes! Yes! That's right! I'm your sister!" Meg hurriedly agreed.

"You two killed Jessica. You did this to me," Sam hissed, gesturing to the scar on his cheek. His father's eyes darkened and then Dean and John shouted in agony. Seeing this, Sam directed his energies at his sister. Meg groaned as pain rippled through her stomach. Drip. Drip. The demon froze when something hit his forehead. He ran his fingers over his forehead and was horrified to see the blood.

"Still think I won't do it?" Sam asked.

"You would actually hurt your own sister?" the demon demanded.

"You hurt me, Dad. You gave me my scar, you took my girl...what did you expect?" Sam wondered.

"Father!" Meg called.

"Hold on, Meg," he assured.

"You wanna deal, Dad?" Sam queried. "The hunters for Meg?" he continued.

"Okay, okay. Just don't hurt her," his father said. He released John and Dean who gasped and panted. Then, the hunters and Sam headed for the door as Sam began to let Meg down.

"Oh, and Sam?" The three turned around. "I lied." With that, John and Dean screamed as waves of pain enveloped them. Sam grunted. I can't believe I trusted him, he thought to himself. Even through the pain, Sam managed to gather his thoughts enough to direct his energies towards his sister. Meg cried out in fear as she once again found herself moving up the wall and being trapped on the ceiling. Her cries became more frantic when she felt the pain in her stomach.

"No! Meg!" the man shouted. His eyes widened when he saw the blood on his daughter's stomach. Suddenly, he felt himself being thrown on the ceiling along side his daughter, blood on his stomach. John and Dean stumbled towards the door, only stopping when they saw the fire.

"Sam! Come on!" Dean shouted.

"Sorry. I'm not gonna be able to make it out. You better go," Sam said.

"No, Sam!" Dean cried. He started for his friend, but was stopped by his father.

"No, Dean! It's burning to the ground! We have to go!" John shouted. For the first time in his life, Dean disobeyed his father and ran for Sam.

"Come on!" he exclaimed, dragging the lanky man out the door. Once they were all safely outside, they watched as the place burned. Interestingly enough, John and Dean noted that Sam had contained the fire to only apartment 223.

"Come on. We better get out of here," John said.

"Yeah," Dean agreed. "Come on, Sammy. You're ridin' with me," he continued. With that, John went to his truck and Sam and Dean went to the Impala. Then, the two vehicles drove away.