EPOV

I sat on the couch in Bobby's study, flicking through a book while watching my phone, waiting for it to light up and tell me I had a message. I was still freaked after meeting the angel the other day, and wanted to get out on my own for a while. Well… kind of. It's a long story...

Reaching over to my bag, I opened the small bottle that sat inside and poured a pill into my palm. Grabbing the glass of water that sat on the floor by me, I took a sip and put the pill in my mouth before swallowing. The sound of the two Winchester brother arguing in the kitchen caught my attention as the pill slid down my throat.

"Well, then tell me what else it could be." Sam believed Castiel had been an angel, but Dean didn't.

"Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel." Dean sounded so sure of himself.

"Okay, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe he's some kind of demon. Demons lie."

"A demon who's immune to salt rounds and devil's traps... and Ruby's knife? Dean, Lilith is scared of that thing!" Sam had a good point.

"Don't you think that if angels were real, that some hunter somewhere would have seen one... at some point... ever?"

"Yeah. You just did, Dean."

Dean sighed. "I'm trying to come up with a theory here. Okay? Work with me."

Sam shook his head. "Dean, we have a theory."

"Yeah, one with a little less fairy dust on it, please."

"Okay, look. I'm not saying we know for sure. I'm just saying that I think we-"

Dean cut him off, "Okay, okay. That's the point. We don't know for sure, so I'm not gonna believe that this thing is a freaking Angel of the Lord because it says so!"

Rolling his eyes, Bobby looked up from the book he'd been reading and called out to the two brothers, "You two chuckleheads want to keep arguing religion, or do you want to come take a look at this?"

Reluctantly, both walked over to stand in front of the desk Bobby sat at.

Once they were in front of him, Bobby got to work. "I got stacks of lore. Biblical, pre-Biblical. Some of it's in damn cuneiform. It all says an angel can snatch a soul from the pit."

"What else?" Dean asked.

Bobby frowned up at him, confused. "What else, what?"

"What else could do it?"

"Airlift your ass out of the hot box?" Bobby shook his head. "As far as I can tell, nothing."

Looking over at Dean it was clear he didn't like the answer. I wasn't sure why this was bugging him so much, but clearly it was.

"Dean, this is good news," Sam assured him, smiling.

But it didn't seem to ease Dean's mind at all. "How?"

"Because for once, this isn't just another round of demon crap." Sam shrugged. "I mean, maybe you were saved by one of the good guys, you know?"

"Okay. Say it's true. Say there are angels. Then what? There's a God?"

"I'm putting my money on yes," I spoke up, pulling myself up from the couch and moving to the brothers.

Dean turned and took a few steps away from us, still not buying it. "I don't know, guys."

Sam sighed, watching his brother. "Okay, look. I know you're not all choirboy about this stuff, but this is becoming less and less about faith and more and more about proof."

"Proof?" Dean turned back to us.

"Yes." Sam gave a short nod.

"Proof that there's a God out there that actually gives a crap about me personally? I'm sorry, but I'm not buying it."

I frowned. "Why not?"

Looking to each of us, Dean sighed before he answered. "Because why me? If there is a God out there, why would he give a crap about me?"

"Dean-"

He cut Sam off, "I mean, I've saved some people, okay? I figured that made up for the stealing and the ditching chicks. But why do I deserve to get saved? I'm just a regular guy."

I could not believe what I was hearing. I mean, I knew Dean didn't think much about himself, but I never thought it was like this. Dean was one of the most loyal people I knew. He cared about others, did the best he could, and hardly ever put himself first. He was one of the best people I knew.

"Apparently, you're a regular guy that's important to the man upstairs," Sam told him.

"Well, that creeps me out. I mean, I don't like getting singled out at birthday parties, much less by... God."

Shrugging, Sam folded his arms over his chest. "Okay, well, too bad, Dean, because I think he wants you to strap on your party hat."

"Fine." Sighing, Dean turned to Bobby. "What do we know about angels?"

Bobby reached over and slid a large pile of old books on to the middle of his desk. "Start reading."

Looking at the pile of books, Dean shook his head as he turned to his brother, not liking this at all. "You're gonna get me some pie." There was no room for discussion as he grabbed a book from the pile and moved over to the couch.

SPOV

I stopped the Impala outside a corner store, putting the car into park as I spoke on the phone. "Yes, Dean, I'll get the chips."

"And don't forget my pie."

"Dude. When have I ever forgotten the pie?"

There was a pause before he answered, as if he had to think about it. "Never."

"Exactly." Getting out of the car, I turned to the shop, only to stop when I spotted Ruby waiting. "I got to go." He kept on talking but I didn't really hear him. "Yeah, all right. Bye." hanging up, I walked over to Ruby. "Ruby."

She pushed off the wall she'd been leaning on, skipping the pleasant greeting and getting straight to business. "So, is it true?"

I had no idea what she was going on about. "Is what true?"

"Did an angel rescue Dean?"

"You heard."

"Who hasn't?"

"We're not one hundred percent sure, but I think so."

"Okay. Bye, Sam." She suddenly turned and went to walk away.

I grabbed her arm before she could leave, stopping and turned her to face me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. What's going on?"

"Sam, they're angels. I'm a demon. They're not gonna care if I'm being helpful. They smite first, and then they ask questions later."

"What do you know about them?"

"Not much. I've never met one, and I don't really want to. All I know is that they scare the holy hell out of me. Watch yourself, Sam."

I laughed lightly. "I'm not scared of angels."

She gave me a look I couldn't quite read but I thought I saw hurt, maybe worry, before she walked off, leaving me alone.

...

I pulled up by Bobby's garage, seeing him walking over to the car. Once he reached me, he leaned into the passenger window. "Keep the engine running."

"Why?" I looked over at Dean and Lizzie as they put some bags into the trunk of Bobby's car. "What's going on?"

"I got a friend one state over. Olivia Lowry. I've been trying to reach her for three days on this angel thing. It's not like her to ignore this many calls."

"Olivia Lowry. A hunter, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "We're gonna go check on her. You guys follow me." He pulled back as the others came over to the car.

Lizzie got in the back as Dean moved to my door. "Scoot over."

"Yeah." I did as he said, moving to the passenger side.

Getting into the car, he reached for the bag of food before his door was even closed. Looking in, he didn't seem too pleased. "Dude?"

"Yeah?" I asked, wondering what might be wrong.

"Where's the pie?"

DPOV

Bobby entered the house first. I was next, the Lizzie, then Sam. We all had our weapons raised, ready just in case. Bobby had been worried, and none of us were taking that lightly.

"Olivia?" Bobby called, walking further into the house.

We all stopped when we entered the living room, seeing the body of a woman- who I presumed was Olivia- lying on the floor, covered in blood.

Bobby turned and walked out of the place before anyone could stop him.

I was about to call out to him when I saw the look on Liz's face. She looked horrified, on the edge of tears as her eyes refused to look away from the scene in front of her. That's when it clicked.

"You knew her?"

She nodded slowly. "Hunted with her and Bobby once or twice."

Sometimes I forgot that Liz had known Bobby longer than we'd known her. He saved her years ago, during a case that almost killed her and gave her the scar she had on her ribs. He took care of her for a few years when she was a teenager. He was the one who taught her how to hunt.

The fact she knew Olivia wasn't really a surprise. She'd met a lot of hunter while working and living with Bobby.

Out of instinct, I stepped closer to her. "I'm sorry." I was just about to wrap an arm around her in a comforting hug, when Sam spoke up.

"Salt line." He nodded to the doorway of the bedroom where Olivia's body was.

Sure enough, a line of salt ran across the length of the door way.

Liz walked away from me then, stepping into the room and moving to the wardrobe that had a hidden compartment where some weapons had bene stashed.

I followed her, grabbing an EMR reader from the stash. "Olivia was rocking the EMF meter."

Sam nodded, crouching down by the body. "Spirit activity."

"Yeah, on steroids. I never seen a ghost do this to a person." I gestured to the body, where the ghosts had ripped Olivia's chest open and ripped out her heart.

Bobby walked back into the apartment, stopping in the bedroom doorway, his phone in his hand.

I looked him up and down, knowing something other than Olivia's body was worrying him. "Bobby, you all right?"

"I called some hunters nearby..."

"Good." I nodded. "We can use their help."

"Except they ain't answering their phones either."

Sam stood from where he'd been checking the body out. "Something's up, huh?"

Liz tensed beside me. "You think something's going after hunters?"

Sam turned to her suddenly. "Lizzie-"

Before he could finish, Liz pulled out her phone and started dialling a number. Lifting it to her ear, she waited a moment before her face fell. She tried dialling again, but there was still no answer.

There were a number of hunters she could have been calling. I knew she knew a lot of hunter. I also knew she was friends with a number of them- but not all. The two that were the most important and not in this room being Jo and Ellen.

She kept trying as she hurried out of the apartment, clearly stressing and worrying more than before.

EPOV

I was on the phone to Bobby, walking down the porch stairs of a Jed's house. He was a hunter I'd met twice. He'd been a pretty decent guy and a pretty decent hunter. That was until his chest was ripped open and his heart was ripped out.

"Jed's gone too, Bobby. Have you heard from-"

He cut me off, "I talked to Ellen and Jo. They're both fine. I told them both to hunker down until we figure this thing out."

"Thank god." I let out a sigh of relief. "What about you? How's your end of things?"

"I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated… in red."

I came to a stop by Baby, the brother's moving to their doors. "Bobby, what is going on? What, did a ghost decide to start ganking hunters? Knock us off one by one?"

"I don't know, but until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place."

"We're on our way." Hanging up, I got into the car, looking over at Dean as he sat behind the wheel. "Bobby wants us to head over to his. Everyone he went to is dead as well."

Shaking his head, Dean turned the ignition on. "What the hell is going on here?"

...

Dean was fast asleep in the passenger seat while Sam now drove us down the road. I was still in the back, looking out the window while also concentrating on my phone in my hand, waiting for a call or message.

My attention was pulled to Sam as he turned into a service station and stopped the car by the pumps.

"Hey." He turned around to look at me. "I gotta go to the bathroom, you mind-"

"Filling her up?" I gave a short nod. "Sure."

I got out of the car and moved to put some gas in Baby, while Sam headed over to the toilets. As I waited for the car to fill up I watched Dean in the passenger seat, still asleep, his head leaning on the door. He looked adorable sleeping like that...

A buzzing in my pocket had me quickly pulling out my phone to read the message.

Don't know why you're worried, but I'm fine. Just working a case.

I'll talk to you when I'm done.

Don't forget to take your medication.

Love you xox

- T

The worry I'd been feeling all day eased at that one message.

He's fine. I nodded. See, he's fine.

But just as I was beginning to feel relieved, the sound of a commotion in the bathroom pushed all the worry back into place. Sam...

Hitting the roof of Baby, I woke Dean up before moving to pull the pump out of the car.

"What the hell, Liz?"

"Sam needs help!" I told him as I started rushing towards the bathroom, knowing Dean would be right behind me.

SPOV

I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink when the room suddenly went cold. Looking up at the mirror in front of me I found it was covered with a foggy mist caused by the sudden temperature change.

Well, this can't be good...

Lifting a hand, I wiped away some of the mist, jumping at the sight of a young woman behind me.

She smiled, shifting on the spot a little. "Hi, Sam."

It took a second, because of the change in hairstyle and clothes, but as I turned to face her, recognised who was standing in front of me. "Meg."

She nodded, gesturing to her hair- which was longer than her blonde pixie cut from before, and now more of a honey colour. "This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut. Before it took over my body. Before I died."

Looking her up and down, I shook my head, feeling so guilty about everything that happened to her. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"Look, if we'd known-"

"You wouldn't have left me to die? You wouldn't have let that monster do all those things while in my body? You wouldn't have killed me?!" She lunged forward, grabbing and throwing me across the room.

I crashed into some old lockers, but didn't even have time to fall to the ground before Meg was there, grabbing me, holding me up. As she gripped onto my jacket I looked down and noticed a mark on her hand, but didn't have much time to think about it before she shoved me against a wall and then threw me against the mirror.

The mirror smashed as I hit it. Meg grabbed me again, knocking my head on the sink twice. The force of the hits caused my head to go foggy as a pain shot through me. Tossing me to the ground, she looked over me as if ready to finish the job.

"Hey, bitch!" Lizzie called.

Meg only had a moment to react before Lizzie threw her across the room- using her abilities. Dean- who had been a couple steps behind Lizzie- lifted his gun and shot Meg, sending the ghost away.

DPOV

Speeding down the road, phone pressed to my ear, I shook my head at the fact Bobby still wasn't answering his phone. "Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" I snapped, hanging up. Sam side next to me, catching my attention. "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked, without lifting a hand

"None. I'll be fine, Dean," he insisted, sounding annoyed that I kept asking. But I was worried. It was my job to worry about him.

Liz leaned forward so her head was between Sam's and mine. "Who was the chick, anyway?"

"Meg," Sam answered without missing a beat.

I frowned, grabbing my phone to try and call Bobby again. "Meg? The demon?"

"No." Sam sighed again. "Meg Masters, the girl the demon possessed."

"Why her?" I didn't get it. She died years ago. "What did she want?"

"Revenge, 'cause we got her killed." It really sounded like he believed that.

"Sam."

He shrugged at me. "Well, we did, Dean."

Hanging up the phone once more, I shook my head as I turned to him. "All right. Stop right there. Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? I can't get a hold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all."

There was already enough crap surrounding us, the last thing we needed was for some old guilt to poke it's head up and distract us. Right now, we need to focus on making sure Bobby was okay and then figure out what's killing hunters.

EPOV

Dean entered the house first, I was second, followed by Sam, all of us armed and ready. We stopped in the entrance, looking around, trying to listen out for any sounds. When the place stayed silent and still, Dean called out in a whispered tone.

"Bobby?"

With no answer, the three of us moved together, heading over to the kitchen and then to the study, making sure to keep our eyes open for anything. That Meg chick would show up again eventually.

After the study we stepped into the hall way which is where we found an iron poker lying on the ground by the bottom of the stairs.

My heart began to race as I pictured Bobby lying somewhere, just like we'd found Olivia and Jed.

Dean turned to Sam and I, taking charge of the situation. "You two check outside. I'll go upstairs."

There was no need for me to argue or say anything at all. I simply gave a short nod and moved with Sam as we headed for the back door that lead to the garage and junk yard full of old, rusting cars.

I really hoped Bobby was okay, wherever he was.

DPOV

Now upstairs, I moved down the hallway slowly. "Bobby?"

At the sound of my voice all the door began to slam shut with a loud bang each. All the doors closed, except one. At the very end of the hall, the last door slowly began to creep open.

"Come out, come out, whoever you are," I called, a moment before the temperature dropped a few degrees.

"Dean Winchester. Still so bossy."

I turned to see Meg standing behind me, looing just like she had in the bathroom hours ago. But she didn't look like she had when she died. This Meg's hair was a honey colour and fell to her shoulders, where the other Meg- the demon Meg- had cut it short and dyed it to a light blonde. She also wore different clothes, more modest clothes.

As she took a step closer I aimed the gun at her.

"It's okay, I'm not a demon," she assured me.

"You're the girl the demon possessed."

"Meg Masters." She nodded. "Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood." There was venom in her voice, which had me take a step back. She lifted her hands up carefully, as a sign of peace. "It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl… sorry, was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner," she gestured to her head, "in here. Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

"I'm sorry." I meant it too.

The look on her face told me she either didn't care, or didn't believe me. "Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?"

"Well, we thought-"

She cut me off, yelling. "No, you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying!" As she snapped at me, she moved forward slowly. "I was trapped in there screaming at you! 'Just help me, please!' You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me?" She sounded like she was on the verge of crying.

"I'm sorry," I repeated.

"Stop saying you're sorry!" Raising her fist, she punched me so hard I fell to the ground.

Groaning, I looked up at her, hoping to reach some kind of reasonable side. "Meg. Meg-"

I was cut off as she kicked me.

The force was so strong I was pushed a little further down the hall- and away from my shotgun. She kicked it away before I could even try to reach for it.

"We didn't know."

"No." crouching down so she was closer on my level, she spoke in a calmer tone now. "You just attacked. Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?"

Gritting my teeth, I answered her question with complete honesty. "No, I don't."

She grabbed my jacket, pulling me a little closer. "You're damn right." As she spoke I looked down and noticed a brand on her hand. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil... while your family has no idea what happened to you?"

"We did the best we could."

Shoving me away, she got to her feet and kicked me again, clearly not liking my answer.

SPOV

Lizzie and I were searching around the yard, looking around and inside the many cars, trying to find Bobby. But so far there was no sign of him. That was until it was suddenly cold...

"Bobby?" I called, hurrying over to the closest cars. "We're here, Bobby?"

Lizzie used her mind to open the trunks and doors and move things out of the way, rushing around as we searched. We looked in every place a person could and might be hidden, moving as fast as we could so we'd get to him before it was too late.

DPOV

"It wasn't just me, Dean. I had a sister. A little sister." Meg followed me as I crawled along the floor, trying to get away from her. "She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just... she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue beat-up and broken..."

"Meg-"

"Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself!" She kicked me in the stomach again, hard. It was a wonder that she hadn't broken anything yet. "Because of you, Dean! Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Dean!"

"You're right."

Yet she just kicked me again, harder.

SPOV

As I turned away with the car I was finished with I spotted a mirror on a car on top of a pile, the glass frosting more than everything else. It was actually beginning to crack.

"Lizzie!" I called, getting her attention. Once she turned to me, I gestured to the car as I hurried towards it. "Bobby! Hold on, Bobby! I'm coming! Bobby!"

I climbed up on some other cars to get to the one I was sure Bobby was in. Just before I reached it, Lizzie used her mind to break the door away from the rusted car so I could get in to help Bobby.

But as I reached the gap where the door was I was thrown back by two little girls dressed in dirty white dressed.

I landed on the windshield of another car with a groan.

Before I could recover, one of the girls jumped on top of me, her hand reaching back as she got ready to grab my chest.

Reacting quickly, I used my iron crowbar- that I'd gotten from one of the cars- and swung it at her. Just as she disappeared the other girl went to jump on me, but was stopped and faded away as Bobby hit her with an iron rod.

DPOV

Still on the ground, I'd managed to crawl into the room at the end of the hall- which just had a few pieces of furniture against the wall and nothing much else.

Stopping in the middle of the space, I stopped and turned, pulling out my other gun to aim at Meg.

She leaned on the doorway casually watching me with an amused smirk. "Come on, Dean, did your brain get french-fried in Hell?" Pushing off the doorway, she started towards me. "You can't shoot me with bullets."

"I'm not shooting you." Changing my aim, I pointed the gun at the roof and pulled the trigger.

The chandelier fell, landing right where Meg had been standing, causing her to disappear.

"Iron," I explained before rolling onto my back with a groan.

Bamby