Author's notes: I know I just updated but the ideas keep coming. Hope you enjoy.
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"Cell phone." Missouri demanded gently once they were on the road.
"What?" Sam asked trying to keep an eye on the speeding black truck ahead of them. It was getting late and keeping track of John's truck was becoming more difficult in the dark.
"You heard me Sam Winchester, I need to use your cell phone." Missouri held her hand out waiting for Sam to give her his phone. Sam shot her a puzzled look and with his free hand struggled to pull it out of his front pocket. After a brief tug a war, he pulled out his phone and handed it to her while trying to keep his eye on the road. Curious, Sam watched the psychic out of the corner of his eye as she flipped through his phone book until she found the number she needed.
"Eyes on the road." She admonished him as he tried to see who she was calling. She held the phone to her ear and started talking the moment it was answered.
"We're on our way." She said immediately business like. Sam could hear a male voice speak after her but couldn't quite make out who it was or what he was saying.
"It's gonna be a few hours yet. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but you might want to be prepared to start the moment we get there." Missouri continued. She listened a few minutes longer as the mysterious voice spoke back to her, before saying goodbye and hanging up. She held the phone out for Sam to take back and stayed quiet as Sam contemplated what she was up to. Missouri picked up his thoughts and quickly moved to assure him.
"Sam you'll know as soon as we get there. Until then you need to worry about keeping up with your father. If he doesn't stop driving like a mad man he's gonna get them both killed." Missouri was watching ahead at the swerving black truck as it weaved between cars and into various lanes. Sam struggled to follow his father's dangerous path and decided to hang back knowing Missouri would tell him the route home if they became separated. Finally, just after dawn, they arrived at Missouri's house again. John was already in the driveway, just starting to pull Dean out, when Sam pulled up behind him. Jumping from the car he came around the truck to help his father carry his brother into the house. Just then the front door flew open and a figure came running down the sidewalk towards them.
"Bobby!" John exclaimed as he saw his old friend coming towards them. Bobby gave John a surprised look when he saw who John and Sam were carrying. Missouri rushed up ahead to clear the way for the Winchesters as Bobby reached into the truck to grab John's and Sam's gear. They struggled but John and Sam finally got Dean upstairs, and into the room Sam had occupied only a couple of days prior.
Standing back, the two men watched as Missouri and Sam checked Dean's shoulder again redoing his dressing. Afterwards Sam sat at the foot of the bed, looking back at his unconscious brother, before giving his father an angry glance. Catching the look Sam gave to John, Bobby was about to ask what was going on when Missouri touched his arm and shook her head warning him not to. Confused by the turn of events, Bobby sat back and waited, knowing his friends would explain what had happened shortly. Missouri's first phone call had only mentioned something about demons chasing John and Sam. Her second just as vague as the first.
With Dean settled into the guest room, John and Bobby made their way back down stairs leaving Sam watching over his wounded brother. Missouri stayed a moment longer watching the two boys before she too headed down stairs. Half way down she could hear John and Bobby talking in the kitchen, their voices low and emotional.
"What the hell, John?" Bobby asked looking at John and then Missouri as she came into the kitchen. "First I get a cryptic phone call from Missouri asking me to do a favor for her, which I do, but damn if she won't tell me what's going on. Then I get another phone call a few hours ago tellin' me y'all on your way back Kansas totally forgetting to mention about Dean bein alive.
"Robert…" John started to explain.
"Don't Robert me John Winchester. You called me yourself, John. You called me and told me Dean had been killed in some sort of car accident after you killed the demon, and next thing I know you're carrying him into Missouri's house with a shoulder wound and your youngest son looks like he's about to kill you. Now what the hell is going on?"
"Dean's alive..." John once again tried to start.
"Yeah I can see that, John." Bobby shot him the 'obvious' look.
"Hush Bobby let him finish." Missouri scolded him.
"He wasn't in the crash Bobby. This demon bitch Meg, kidnapped him, and put some other unlucky bastard in the car looking like Dean. When it went off the road, well you know we saw it, and just assumed it was Dean inside. Then I get a phone call from the bitch telling me she has Dean and that's she gonna make him pay for what we did to that demon back in the warehouse. Apparently the demon we killed was one of their leaders and now there's some sort of power struggle going on in the underworld. Bobby I don't know what's goin' on but I think we just stepped into the middle of some sort of war."
"That's what I'm afraid of John. I've been hearing rumblings about it for months now. So you think they took Dean as some sort of or revenge against you and Sam for killing their leader?" Bobby sat considering what John was telling him.
"It looks that way, I'm not really sure. All I know is we have to get my son back to us."
"But I thought that was Dean upstairs with Sammy?" Bobby asked confused again.
"Physically it is Bobby, but mentally, he's not our Dean. Missouri and I think Meg used some sort of shock treatments to weaken Dean's mind and then…" John stopped there to compose himself. "We think she used a memory demon to wipe away all his memories of us."
"Damn John." Bobby shook his head as he listened to his friend speak. "A memory demon eh? That's good news then." John looked up surprised that Bobby would think any of this was good news. Bobby saw his expression and started to explain.
"John, I mean, memory demons can really mess a person up but they can't possess them. They slip in, do their damage, and then go back to what ever hell they live in. They're what I consider a minor demon, no real power to stay in our dimension unless they are called and held. Usually a more powerful demon has to control them against a human. You say this Meg is a demon?"
"I think so." John answered slowly digesting what Bobby told him.
"Is there a chance that she is only possessed herself?"
"Damn it Bobby I don't know, I've never actually met the bitch. Until I saw her push Dean into the Impala I'd never seen her before. The boys have had a couple of run in's with her, but I haven't, not until her damn phone calls." John stopped as he suddenly remembered something. "Listen Bobby back in Chicago, she's the one who sent the Daeva's after us."
"That's who sent the Daeva's after you? I thought you said she took a header out a seven story window. Damn John, if she's not a demon she sure is possessed by one damn powerful one." Bobby remembered the conversation he'd had with John shortly after the Chicago trip. John was right, they were all lucky they lived through it. "I need to ask Sammy what's his take on this Meg? Does he think she's a demon or just possessed?"
"Bobby what the hell does it matter? We do an exorcism and the bitch is gone."
"Yeah but we have to do the right exorcism John. We do the wrong one and we could kill her. Hell, just doing any exorcism is likely to kill her John, you said she fell seven stories to the ground."
"I don't give a damn about her Bobby. She hurt my son and I don't care if it kills her or not. We're gonna get Dean back normal and if she tries to stop us then I want to be prepared to stop her. Hell I want to take her out myself for what she's done to Dean." John stopped and took a deep breath "Bobby you can't imagine what they did to him. I felt it, Sam felt it, we heard his screams Bobby. No one but no one hurts my family and gets away with it. I spent 22 years hunting down the thing that killed Mary and if I have to spend another 22 yrs hunting this bitch down I will."
"Let's hope it doesn't come down to that, John." Bobby said patting his friend on the shoulder.
"It won't." Missouri said suddenly speaking up. Bobby nodded knowing she spoke the truth. Missouri's first phone call involved asking Bobby to place a special trap inside her home. A trap designed to catch the demons she hoped wouldn't be following them there.
"Have you ever heard of the 'Key of Solomon'?" Bobby asked giving Missouri a glance.
"Yeah, think I remember you saying something about it years ago. It's some ancient book about demonology, right?" John answered realizing his two friends were up to something.
"You're partially right, John. Inside that book are the secrets for creating traps that capture demons. Traps them so tight they don't stand a chance at getting out. While I was waiting for you guys to get here I set up a few or them here in the house. Missouri seems to think what ever is after you three is gonna come for you here and I have to say I agree with her." Bobby explained.
"Look above you John."
John raised his head saw the ceiling had been painted with a strange protective circle. He shook his head not believing it could be so simple.
"That's it Bobby? You painted some scribbles on the ceiling, and that's supposed to trap a demon?" He said smirking at Bobby.
"I guarantee it John, and just to be on the safe side I put another one up in the guest room since that's where Sammy was staying before. Missouri said he was having some really bad visions last time and it can't hurt to be prepared. 'course now that you've got Dean up there, I'm doubly glad I did it. Demons don't stand a chance against it, John. It will help keep them in one place incase we have to do any exorcisms." Bobby barely caught his breath as he explained how they worked. Not convinced John continued to stare at the ceiling.
"Bobby, these are my boys we're talking about not some strangers we don't give a damn about. If this doesn't work... If we can't stop them from hurting Dean and Sammy…" John knew his friend wouldn't take any chances with the boys. If Bobby said it would work, then damn it, it was gonna work. Too bad John's heart wasn't as convinced as his head.
"Bobby I don't mean to doubt you, but…." He said starting to apologize.
"It's cool John I understand. Hell, if they were my sons, I'd wouldn't be taking any chances either. Listen we're gonna make sure nothing happens to those boys. Between Missouri's psychic abilities, my traps and your, shall we say, vendetta, these bastards don't stand a chance." Bobby spoke knowing he was finally getting through to John.
"Gentlemen I don't think we are going to have more time to debate this." Missouri said looking around the room sensing something out of the ordinary.
"What is it Missouri?" John asked, his own senses suddenly on full alert. Picking up on John's warning signal, Bobby immediately started checking doors and windows, making sure they were properly salted and protected, before coming back to where his friends were standing. Missouri looked over at them and chillingly spoke two words.
"She's here."
Tbc
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