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Sorry for the delay in updating between hurricane Sandy and getting a head cold I've been neglecting my stories but hopefully I can make it up to you by posting a chapter for each story =) I had a really hard time with this chapter for some reason but I hope you enjoy!
Last little note, I was rudely accused of plagiarism for using the name Dylan Porter who appears in another story on fanfiction. Before there are any more misunderstandings I wanted to let everyone know it was a complete coincidence that I happened to pick the same name. I have contacted the author of the other story offering to change the name in my story but was given her blessing to continue and there were no hard feelings. So we shall continue =)
Chapter 22
"They've got dad," I declared as I got off the floor and started running around the room to pack our things.
"Meg?" Sam questioned.
"What did they say?" Dean asked getting up as well.
"I just told you!" I screamed dropping more stuff into my bag, "They have dad!"
"What are you doing?" Sam asked.
"Packing," I answered confused as to why Sam was asking me such a stupid question.
"Leah's right we have to go," Dean said as he stuck the Colt in the small of his back.
"Why?" Sam questioned defiantly.
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright. It knows we got the Colt…" Dean started.
"And because it has dad!" I screamed in anger. I know Sam and Dad have had their issues in the past and that we all want this demon dead but the only thing that mattered at this moment was getting my dad back.
"And it's probably coming for us next," Dean continued as he put his jacket on and threw me mine.
"Good. We've still got three bullets left, let it come!" Sam exclaimed.
"Listen tough guy," Dean yelled getting in Sam's face a little, "We're not ready, ok? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. I have always protected you two from everything I could and I'm not stopping now…we're leaving!"
SUPERNATURAL
"Listen if you feel like you are going to have a panic attack you need to tell us, none of this wait until you can't breath crap," Dean said to me as we flew down the highway, "I know you can't always control it but right now we have to act like every second counts."
"I'm ok," I nodded, obviously lying but he was right we didn't have the time to spare.
"I'm telling you guys we could have taken him," Sam said still pissed that we made him leave.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just got to figure out where, they're going to want to trade him for the gun," Dean tried to stay as calm as possible but I could see the worry in his eyes.
"Dean, if that was true then why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam asked.
"She didn't mention a whole lot of anything," I muttered but was ignored by both brothers.
"Dad, he might be…" Sam started.
"Don't!" I yelled.
"Look I don't want to believe it anymore than you," Sam said turning around to look at me, "But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt we can still finish the job."
"Screw the Job, Sam!" Dean exclaimed.
"I'm just trying to do what he would want, he would want us to keep going," Sam argued.
"Would you stop talking about him like he is dead already?!" I screamed.
"Listen to me, both of you. Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!" Dean declared.
After a few minutes of trying to collect our thoughts Sam spoke up, "So how do we find him?"
"Maybe we go to Lincoln, start at the warehouse where he was taken," Dean replied.
"Come on De, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" I almost laughed.
"You're right," Dean said after a few seconds, "We need help."
I took out my phone to call Dylan but it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey Dylan it's Leah, my dad's in trouble we could really use the extra help, call me back as soon as you get this."
"You really think he would help us right now?" Sam asked in disbelief.
"Why not?" I questioned.
"Because this demon killed the only family he had left just to mess with Dad, if I were him I wouldn't want anything to do with the three of us right now," Sam answered.
SUPERNATURAL
"Here you go," Bobby said handing Dean a flask while Sam was in heaven with all the books around the room. I on the other hand was following Dean around like a puppy.
"What is this…holy water?" Dean asked.
"That one is," Bobby nodded and held up the other flask he held in his hand before taking a swig, "This is whiskey."
Bobby handed it to Dean who also took a swig and then passed it to me; I finished it off before handing it back to Bobby.
"Bobby Thanks, thanks for everything. To tell you the truth I wasn't sure if we should come," Dean stated.
"Nonsense, your daddy needs help," Bobby shrugged the statement off.
"The last time we were here you threatened to blast him full of buckshot, I mean you cocked the gun and everything," I reminded him.
"Yeah well what can I say, John just has that affect on people."
"Yeah I guess he does," Dean nodded.
"None of that matters now, all that matters is that you get him back," Bobby said looking at Dean and me with sympathy in his eyes.
"Bobby this book," Sam said shaking his head, "I've never seen anything like it."
"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal alright," Bobby said as we walked over to check out the book.
"And these protective circles they really work?" Sam asked.
"Hell yeah," Bobby nodded, "You get a demon in, they're trapped…powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel."
I couldn't help but laugh, "At least you know your stuff."
"I'll tell you something else too, this is some serious crap you three stepped in," Bobby stated.
"How's that?" Dean asked.
"Normal year I hear of three demonic possessions, maybe four tops," Bobby replied.
"Yeah…" I said urging him to go on.
"This year I heard of twenty seven so far, you get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us…a lot more," Bobby finished.
"Do you know why?" Sam asked.
"No but I know it's something big. The storm's coming and you three, your daddy are smack dab in the middle of it."
The dog outside started barking and I subconsciously took a step closer to Dean while Bobby went to check it out.
"Something's wrong," Bobby said and as if on cue Meg kicked the front door down.
"No more crap ok?" she said as if we were boring her.
Dean went towards her with the flask of holy water but was thrown into a stack of books by the flick of her wrist. Sam came around the desk he had been sitting at and pushed me behind him.
"I want the Colt, Sam…the real Colt…right now," Meg instructed as she walked closer to us.
"We don't have it on us, we buried it," Sam told her as we backed away from her.
"Didn't I say no more crap? I swear after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little under whelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. I mean did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Meg asked as she followed us.
"Actually, we were counting on it," Dean said appearing behind her.
She looked over to him and followed his gaze to the ceiling where Bobby had a devil's trap painted.
"Gotcha bitch," I smiled.
SUPERNATURAL
"You know if you wanted to tie me up all you had to do was ask," Meg smirked as she sat in a chair in the middle of the trap with her arms and legs tied to the chair.
"I salted the doors and windows," Bobby stated walking back into the room, "If there are any demons out there, they ain't getting in."
"Where's our father Meg?" Dean asked.
"You didn't ask very nice."
"Where's our father, bitch?" I asked as nastily as I could while still trying to control my anger.
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot you don't and now you will never kiss daddy again either."
"You think this is a fucking game?" I screamed in her face, "Where is he?! What did you do to him?!"
"He died screaming, I killed him myself."
I backhanded her across the face causing her to whip her head to one side and then punched her square in the jaw sending her head back in the other direction.
"I didn't know you were into chicks, it's kind of a turn on," Meg smirked.
"You're no chick," I seethed getting ready to hit her again.
"Leah," Bobby called me away from her and we all followed him into the other room.
"You ok?" Dean asked when he noticed my hands shaking.
"She's lying, he's not dead," I replied.
"Leah you have to be careful with her, don't hurt her," Bobby said.
"Why?" I protested.
"Because she really is a girl, that's why," Bobby answered.
"What are you talking about?" Sam questioned and I moved slightly so I could keep my eye on Meg, devil's trap or not I didn't want her out of sight for too long.
"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?"
"Are you trying to tell us there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked in disbelief and Bobby nodded.
"That's actually good news," I smiled and went to run outside but Dean stopped me.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?"
"I'm just grabbing dad's journal, relax," I replied shrugging him off me.
I kept my hand on my gun in the small of my back the entire time I was outside just for precaution, granted actual bullets wouldn't kill a demon but it would slow them down. I got back inside and handed the journal to Sam who looked at me like I had six heads.
"You know this book better than dad himself why are you handing this to me?"
"Because I need you to read it," I answered as he held the journal and I flipped to the right page.
"Are you going to read me a story?" Meg asked as the four of us walked back into the room.
"Something like that, hit it Sam," I said.
"Regna terrae, cantata deo, psallite domino…" Sam started.
"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg questioned.
"Oh we're going for it baby," Dean answered, "Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards."
"…tribuite virtutem deo," Sam read on.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to rip the bones from your body," Meg seethed as she flinched in pain.
"I'd like to see you try," I sneered stepping closer to her.
"No," Dean declared moving me away from Meg before taking my spot, "You are going to burn in hell unless you tell us where our dad is."
Meg just smiled at him so Sam continued reading, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundud spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregation et secta diabolica…"
"He begged for life with tears in his eyes," Meg said through clenched teeth as she tried to hold on, "He begged to see his sons and little girl one last time…that's when I slit his throat."
"For your sake, I hope you're lying cause it it's true I swear to God I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and everyone of you evil sons of bitches, so me God," Dean exclaimed.
Sam kept reading and a wind started blowing around the room.
"Where is he?" I demanded.
"You just won't take dead for an answer will you?"
"Where is he?!" I screamed.
"Dead!"
"No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" I screamed in anger and fear with tears running down my cheeks and Sam stopped reading to look at me.
Dean came over and put a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off.
"What are you looking at?" I screamed at Sam, "Keep reading!"
"Ab insides diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos. Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesia humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi…" Sam read.
"He will be!" Meg yelled over Sam.
"Wait!" I told Sam to stop, "What?"
"He's not dead but he will be after what we do to him."
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asked.
"You don't."
"Sam!" I yelled.
"A building! Ok? A building in Jefferson City."
"Missouri?" Dean asked.
"Where, where? An address!" I yelled.
"I don't know!"
"And the demon…the one we're looking for…where is it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know! I swear! That's everything, that's all I know!"
"Finish it," I looked over to Sam.
"What? I told you the truth!" Meg screamed.
"I don't care, Sam read!" I shouted this time but he still didn't start reading.
"Maybe we can still use her, find out where the demon is," Sam whispered to Dean.
"She doesn't know," Dean whispered back.
"She lied!" Sam proclaimed.
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere and we've got to help her, I'm not leaving her like that," I stated.
"You're going to kill her," Bobby said speaking up.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You said she fell from a building, that girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it…that girl is going to die," Bobby informed us.
"We aren't leaving her like that," I argued.
"She is a human being," Bobby argued back.
"And we are going to put her out of her misery, I would rather be dead then have some black eyed bitch controlling everything I do," I said before turning to Sam, "Finish it."
Sam just looked between Bobby and me as if unsure of what to do.
"Fine then I will," I said turning to Meg, " Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis dues do sancturario suo dues israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem er foritudinem plebi suae, benedictus dues, Gloria patri."
At the last word Meg threw her head back and black smoke came pouring out of her mouth. After all the smoke was out blood dripped from her mouth and supringly she slowly tried to lift her head.
"She's still alive, call 911," I exclaimed.
Bobby ran out of the room to call the ambuance while Sam and Dean untied her from the chair and carefully placed her on the floor.
"Sorry, sorry. I got you, I got you, It's ok, it's ok," Sam tried to comfort her.
"A year," Meg whispered.
"What?" I asked pulling her head onto my lap.
"It's been a year," she whispered.
"Shh, just take it easy," Sam told her.
"I've been awake for some of it…I couldn't move my own body…the things I did…it's a nightmare."
"Was it telling us the truth about our dad?" I asked.
"Leah!" Sam exclaimed.
"We need to know," Dean added.
"Yes but it wants…you to know…that…they want you to come for him."
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters," I stated.
Bobby came back in the room with blankets and handed me a glass of water. The boys covered her up and I tried to get her to sip on the water.
"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked after she managed to get a small amount of water down.
"Not there…other ones…awful ones."
"Where are they keeping our Dad?" I asked as I used a paper towel to try and wipe away some of the blood.
"By the river…Sunrise," she answered before closing her eyes.
"Sunrise, what does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked again.
"She's gone," I whispered gently placing her head on the floor as I stood up and pulled the blanket over her head.
"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here," Bobby said after a minute of silence.
"What are you going to tell them?" Dean asked.
"You think you three invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out," Bobby replied before handing the Key of Solomon book to Sam, "Here take this, you might need it."
"Thanks," Sam nodded.
"Thanks for everything, be careful alright?" Dean said to Bobby before we left.
"You just go find your Dad and when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time," Bobby winked at me.
SUPERNATURAL
"You've been quiet," Dean commented as we stood at the trunk of the Impala loading up on weapons.
"Just getting ready," I said softly.
"He's going to be fine, Leah," Sam added as I closed the trunk.
I was praying that they were right but after everything my dad has taught me, demons lie. I saw Sam walk to the trunk and start drawing on it.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Dean exclaimed.
"It's a devil's trap, demons can't get through it or inside it," Sam answered as he kept drawing on the car.
"So?" Dean asked incredulously.
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox," Sam answered as he started drawing another one on the other side.
"So?" Dean asked again, clearly getting annoyed.
"So…we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get dad," Sam replied.
"What are you talking about, we're bringing the Colt with us," I spoke up.
"We can't, Leah. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon," Sam said.
"No, we have to save dad, Sam ok? We're going to need all the help we can get," I argued.
"Leah, do you know how pissed dad would be if we used all the bullets?" Sam retorted, "He wouldn't want us to bring the gun."
"I don't care, Sam!" I screamed, "And since when do you care what he wants?"
"Guys now is not the time," Dean hollered but we both ignored him.
"We want to kill this demon, you used to want that too! Hell Dean is the one who came and got me at school, who dragged me back into this, I'm just trying to finish it!" Sam yelled at me.
"Well you and dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing but you know what? We," I said pointing between Dean and myself, "are going to be the ones to bury you. Dean can call me selfish all he wants but the one he should be looking at is you, you don't care about anything but revenge!"
"That's not true, Leah. I want dad back but they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it. We can not bring that gun, we can't," Sam tried to reason.
"Let's just get this fucking over with," I stated as I started to walk away from the car.
I heard the trunk open and close one more time before they caught up with me.
"Can you two ever find a time to not argue?" Dean commented as we made our way along the river and we both just looked at him, "Apparently not."
"Hey, think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise," I said pointing to an apartment building called Sunrise Apartments.
"Son of a bitch," Dean exclaimed in a loud whisper, "It's pretty smart I mean if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside."
"Yeah and make anybody attack us," Sam added.
"And so we can't kill them it's a building full of human shields," I concluded.
"They probably know exactly what we look like too and they could be anybody," Sam stated.
"Well this sucks out loud," I sighed.
"Tell me about it," Sam agreed.
"Alright, so how the hell are we going to get in?" I asked.
"Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians," Dean replied after a few moments.
"Ok but then the city responds in what, seven minutes?" Sam asked.
"Seven minutes exactly," I answered.
Dean and I hid in the bushes across the street while Sam snuck in the front door and pulled the alarm before making his way back to us.
"Ok we're going to need suits," Dean said as soon as Sam was close enough.
"Suits?" Sam questioned.
"Yeah fireman suits," Dean replied.
"How are we going to get suits?" Sam asked.
"You and Dean are going to steal them," I answered.
"Oh really and what are you going to do?" Sam asked as a fire truck pulled up in front of the building.
"That was quick," Dean muttered.
"I'm going to be a distraction," I winked at Sam before running over to the truck.
"Hey what's happening? Is it a fire?" I asked a fireman and tried to sound as panicked as I could which wasn't too hard since all I had to do was think about my dad.
"We're figuring that out right now, miss," the man answered moving me to the side, "Just stay back."
"Well I've got a Yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous," I continued.
"Miss, you have to stay back," the man said ushering me over to the sidewalk and I could see Sam and Dean grabbing the suits.
As soon as the fireman had walked away and I was out of eye shot I met up with Sam and Dean and threw my suit on with some help from them, I never realized how heavy the suit really is. Once we were all in gear we walked right in the front door. We swept the first two floors with the EMF reader and came up empty and now we were sweeping the third floor.
"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up," Dean commented.
"You never told me that," Sam stated.
"That's because he never grew up," I teased but my smile fell when the EMF reader started going crazy.
"This is the fire department, we need you to evacuate," Dean yelled as he pounded on the door.
Once we heard the lock being turned Dean and Sam kicked the door open. Much to my surprise the water in our packs had been turned into holy water by Sam so when we sprayed the couple in the room they screamed in pain. Sam and Dean threw the couple in a nearby closet and held the door shut while I grabbed the salt canister out of our bag and lined the bottom of the door. As soon as we knew they couldn't escape we ripped off the suits we were wearing and went to find dad. I froze at the bedroom door when I saw my dad tied to the bed by his wrists and ankles. He was bruised, bloody and looked…dead.
"Daddy?" I breathed out.
Dean rushed over to him, "Dad?"
But there was no response and the tears fell down my face, Sam threw his arm around me and held on tight as if to keep me grounded.
"He's still breathing," Dean finally said and it was like heaven to my ears.
I rushed over and started cutting the restraints with my knife.
"Wait, wait!" Sam stopped me.
"What?" I asked.
"He could be possessed for all we know," Sam replied.
"What are you nuts? It's dad!" I exclaimed and went back to cutting the restraint around his wrist.
"Leah, we've got to be sure," Dean mentioned and if looks could kill Dean would have been dead right then and there for siding with Sam.
Sam unscrewed the top of the flask and sprinkled some holy water on dad.
"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?" Dad asked groggily as he started to come around.
"Daddy, are you ok?" I asked quickly cutting the restraint while Dean worked on the other side.
"They've been drugging me…where's the Colt?"
Sam looked at me before answering, "Don't worry dad, it's safe."
"Sam help me get him up," Dean said as he cut through the last restraint.
I grabbed our bag of weapons from Sam and stuck my knife back inside my boot while Sam and Dean each got on either side of dad to hold him up. We started for the front door when it was busted down and two more demons entered the apartment.
"Shit, go back, go back!" I yelled pushing them back into the bedroom.
I closed the door behind us and locked it but no sooner did my hand leave the lock an axe came through the door.
"Anybody have a plan b?" I yelled over the noise of the door being broken down.
"Out the fire escape, let's go!" Dean yelled pulling dad and Sam along with him.
I stopped to pour salt along the bottom of the bedroom window and again along the window sill after I climbed out.
"Leah come on!" Sam yelled from below.
"I'm coming get dad in the car!" I yelled back as I hurriedly climbed down the escape ladder.
When I got to the bottom I saw Sam being attacked by one of the demons. I ran over and tried everything I could to get the demon off of Sam but nothing was working, I must have pissed him off because the next thing I knew I went flying into the windshield of a nearby car knocking the air out of me.
"Leah! Sam!" Dean called out.
"I'm fine get Sam!" I called back as I tried to catch my breath and jumped when I heard a gun shot. I looked over to see the demon lying dead on the road and Dean standing there with the Colt. I hopped off the hood of the car and made my way over to where they were.
"You alright?" Dean asked as he helped Sam off the ground, his face was covered in blood and already starting to swell.
"Yeah," Sam nodded and I threw his arm over my shoulders to help support him.
"You?" Dean asked turning his attention to me.
"I'm fine, I've got him, get dad so we can get out of here," I replied.
Thank God Sam didn't need too much support because I definitely bruised a few ribs crashing into that windshield and it was painful to breathe.
SUPERNATURAL
We held up in a cabin in the middle of the woods. Dean was back with dad making sure he was ok and I was trying my best to clean up Sam's face while remembering to breathe.
"How is he?" Sam asked as Dean walked into the room we were in.
"He just needed a little rest is all, how are you?"
"He would be better if he would sit still," I answered stitching up the one gash on the side of his face.
"I would sit still if you would breathe normally," Sam retorted.
Dean immediately picked up on that, "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," I said as I tied off my stitch and cut the remainder off.
"Leah," Dean growled in a low voice and I knew there was no getting out of this one. It's not like I was trying to play hero, I just wanted the attention on my dad not on me.
"Alright, I think I bruised a rib when I hit that windshield," I admitted and Sam got up to help me remove my jacket.
"A rib?" Sam questioned as I winced in pain as the jacket grazed my back.
"Ok maybe a few ribs," I corrected myself.
Sam held my shirt up right below my bra while Dean wrapped me up after gently running his fingers over the sore areas to be sure I didn't break or fracture anything. I sat there with my eyes closed concentrating on not hitting either of them when Dean hit a sore spot.
"Better?" Dean asked when he was done.
"Good as new," I lied pulling my shirt back down and sliding back into my jacket with the help of Sam.
"Hey, uh…Dean, you uh…you saved my life back there," Sam stuttered out.
"So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean teased.
"Man, I'm trying to thank you here," Sam sighed.
"I'm just happy he listened to me," I winked earning eye rolls from both brothers.
"Hey guys," Dean started.
"Yeah," we answered.
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there," he finished.
"You didn't have a choice, Dean," Sam tried.
"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me," Dean replied.
"Then what does?" I asked walking over and leaning into him.
"Killing that guy I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you two or dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just…it scares me sometimes."
"Well that makes two of us…I didn't think twice about killing Meg," I said softly as I rested my head on his shoulder and he put his arm around me.
"It shouldn't scare either of you, you did good," Dad said walking into the room.
"Daddy," I smiled walking over to him and hugging him as tight as I could.
"Leah," he smiled and hugged me back but something didn't seem right and since when did he not call me 'little girl'.
"You're not mad?" Dean asked and I let go of my dad and went back to my spot by Dean.
"For what?" Dad questioned.
"Using a bullet," Dean replied.
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed but you…you watch out for this family, you always have."
"Thanks," Dean nodded.
The lights started to flicker and the wind outside started to pick up. I had a flashback to that night in Salvation, Iowa right before the demon tried to attack that family.
"It's here," I whispered.
"It found us," Dad stated.
"The demon?" Sam asked.
"Sam, Leah, lines of salt in front of every window, every door," Dad instructed.
"Already done," I replied.
"Well check it, ok?" Dad said and again I got the feeling something was off.
"Ok," Sam said grabbing my arm and making me leave the room with him.
"Sam something isn't right," I whispered to him once we were out of the room.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked turning to me thinking I meant something wrong with me.
"I don't know, something doesn't seem…right," I answered not being able to pin point why I had such a bad feeling but after hunting for so many years I knew to trust a feeling like this.
"We don't have time for this," Sam sighed and finished checking all the windows.
We got back in the main room to see Dean pointing the Colt at dad.
"Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked.
"Your brother's lost his mind," dad replied.
"He's not dad," Dean stated.
"What?" I asked, I mean sure I thought something was off but that was my dad he had a gun pointed at.
"I think he's possessed, I think he's been possessed since we rescued him, come on Leah I know you can sense it too," Dean yelled and I started to walk towards him.
"Don't listen to him little girl," Dad said and I froze.
How was I supposed to choose between two of the three most important people in my life?
"Dean, how do you know?" Sam asked.
"He's different," Dean answered.
I took a long look at my dad before walking over to where Dean was subconsciously rubbing the charm on my necklace the whole time. As soon as I got close enough Dean pushed me behind me.
"You know we don't have time for this," Dad hollered, "Sam you want to kill this demon you've got to trust me."
Sam looked back and forth between dad and where Dean and I stood as if unsure of what to do.
"Sam," Dad tried again.
"No…no," Sam said as he came over and stood on the other side of me.
"Fine. You three are so sure…go ahead, kill me," Dad said with tears in his eyes before hanging his head.
Dean kept the gun pointed at him but couldn't pull the trigger.
"I thought so," Dad smiled and glanced back at us with yellow eyes.
Sam goes to lunge at him but is thrown against the wall and pinned there. A second later Dean and I are thrown against the adjacent wall and pinned as well, I couldn't help but scream out in pain.
"What a pain in the ass this things been," 'Dad' said as he picked up the Colt where Dean had dropped it.
"It's you isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time," Sam said.
"Well, you found me."
"But the holy water?" I asked.
"You think something like that works on something like me? I mean come on I am your biggest nightmare, aren't I?" he winked at me.
"I'm going to kill you!" Sam screamed as he tried to move away from the wall with no success.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact here make the gun float to you psychic boy," 'Dad' teased as he placed the gun on the table, "Well this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this…this is worth the wait. Your dad he's in here with me trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'hi' by the way. He's going tear you apart…He's going to taste the iron in your blood."
"Let him go or I swear to God," Dean growled.
"What? What are you and God going to do? You see as far as I'm concerned this is justice," he said and walked over so he was standing right in front of me, "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
I was shaking in fear with tears streaming down my face. I always feared the demon would come after me but never imagined it would be in my dad's body while doing so.
"You stay away from her!" Dean yelled.
"Oh I didn't forget about you," he said walking away from me and turning to Dean, "The one in the alley? That was my boy!"
"You've got to be kidding me," Dean scoffed.
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh, that's right…I forgot…I did. Still two wrongs don't make a right."
"You son of a bitch," Dean seethed.
"I want to know why…why'd you do it?" Sam asked.
'Dad' left Dean and walked over to Sam, "You mean why did I kill mommy and pretty, little Jess?"
"Yeah," Sam grunted.
"You know he never told you this," 'Dad' glanced over to Dean and I, "but Sam was going to ask her to marry him, been shopping for rings and everything. You want to know why? Because they got in the way but don't blame yourself too much you can blame your sister for mommy dearest."
"What are you talking about?" I managed to get out.
"In the way of what?" Sam added.
"My plans for you, Sammy and all the children like you. See I came to you when you were six months old just as I did your sister. She was supposed to be one of mine too but mommy interrupted."
"Listen, you mind just getting this over with huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing," Dean stated trying to get the attention off of Sam and me.
"Funny, but that's all part of your M.O. isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth," 'Dad' said getting in Dean's face.
"Oh yeah…what's that?" Dean asked.
"You know you fight and you fight for this family but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Leah, she's clearly John's favorite and Sam hell even when they fight it's more concern than he's ever shown you."
"I bet you're real proud of your kids too, huh? Oh wait I forgot, I wasted them," Dean sneered.
'Dad' put his head down for a minute and when he looked back up Dean started yelling in pain as scratch marks appeared on his chest and blood started pouring out.
"Dean!" Sam yelled.
"No, no, no!" I screamed, "Let him go take me, I'm the one who wasted your daughter remember…I'm the one who sent her sorry ass back to hell! Leave him alone, take me!"
The marks on Dean's chest stop appearing and 'Dad' turns to me. I can tell Dean is in bad shape but I know he is alive and that's all that matters.
"You know two wrongs don't make a right…but maybe three will," 'Dad' smirked as my feet left the ground and I started sliding up the wall.
"Leah, no!" Sam screamed.
"You take me and you leave them alone you got it?" I yelled.
"You certainly are a fighter…you know your mom was too but that didn't save her."
"Dad!" Dean yelled through the pain, "Dad, don't you let it kill her!"
"I love you daddy," I whispered as my head reached the ceiling.
"Stop," Dad whispered, "Stop it."
Sam was suddenly let go from the wall and he dove over to the table to grab the Colt.
"You kill me, you kill daddy," 'Dad' smiled.
"I know," Sam stated before shooting dad in the leg.
As soon as Dad fell to the ground so did Dean and me. I lied there crumpled on the floor trying to remember how to breathe before slowly crawling over to check on Dean.
"Oh God, that's a lot of blood," I breathed out, forcing myself out of my jacket so I could put pressure on his wounds.
"Where's Dad?" Dean asked.
"He's right here, he's right here Dean," Sam reassured him and I blinked a couple times trying to focus my vision, with all the labored breathing I was making myself lightheaded and the room started spinning.
"Hey, you alright?" Dean asked as I started spacing out. Leave it to Dean to be bleeding out on the floor and still be more concerned about me.
"Fine," I lied, "How's Dad?"
"He's fine," Sam said walking around Dean to try and check if I was really ok.
"Go check on Dad," I said leaning away from him.
Sam reluctantly went to check on Dad and I heard him start screaming, "Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son! Do it now!"
"Sam don't you dare!" I screamed tears rolling down my face.
"Don't you do it!" Dean yelled also.
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you we can end this here and now!"
"Sam no!" I cried.
"You do this! Sammy! Sam…" my Dad tries but it's too late and the smoke comes pouring out of his mouth and disappears through the floor.
SUPERNATURAL
"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away," Sam said as we sped down the highway.
Dean and I were in the backseat ignoring our own pain and trying to help each other. I still had my jacket pressed against his chest in hopes of slowing down the bleeding and he had his arm around wrapped tightly around me taking slow deep breaths so I would do the same.
"I'm surprised at you Sammy, why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first…before me, before everything," Dad stated.
"No, sir not before everything," Sam said glancing at Dean and me in the backseat, "Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon once we can do it again."
"Dean," I wheezed out.
"Little girl, what's going on?" Dad asked as he tried to turn in the seat to see me.
"I can't…" was all I could get out before the semi slammed into the passenger side of the Impala at full speed.
Quick author's note: I know I don't usually add anything at the end but as a thank you for sticking with me through season one. If anyone can go through and can correctly name the artist and song for each of Leah's ring tones I used, I will write a sister fic one shot of their choice =) ((A little hint…there are six different songs))