"A storm's coming, and you boys...your daddy, ya'll are smack dab in the middle of it," Bobby said gravely with a slight shake of his head. As the implication of his words permeated into the brains of both Winchesters, the three hunters jumped when Bobby's dog Rumsfeld howled, before suddenly whimpering. The front door of Bobby's house, blasted off its hinges, splinters of wood flying towards them, to reveal an irate blonde woman.
"No more crap okay?" Meg snarled, before throwing Dean into the far wall. "I said no more crap! I want the Colt Sam, the real Colt, right now."
"We don't have it on us," Sam answered, almost cowering against Bobby.
"Didn't I say no more crap?" Meg hissed, glaring at him. "I swear, after everything I've heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real one with you two chuckle heads. Lackluster men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
"Actually," Dean interrupted from behind Meg, causing her to pivot and stare at him, "We were counting on it."
She looked up at his prompting to see a large Devil's Trap on the ceiling above her, and cursed. The grin on Dean's face was confirmation enough that she was trapped.
The exorcism the three hunters began, didn't phase the demon. It was obvious that Sam and Dean Winchester didn't know what they were doing, and the old man with them was more concerned with the body she was inhabiting than actually removing her from it. Unfortunately, as Sam grew more confident in his speaking, pain danced up her skin, as if red ants were biting her over and over again.
"Where is he?!"
"Dead," Meg answered through clenched teeth. "He died screaming. I killed himself."
"That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl," Meg mocked breathily after she recovered from Dean's fist hitting her face. "Dean had I known how dominant you were, I'd have gone after you, not Sam. Ropes, spanking, and an audience? You're finally becoming interesting."
"Dean you're letting her distract you," Bobby said pulling the hunter's focus away from the demon.
"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine," Sam continued reading out loud, pulling another pained shriek out of Meg.
"He will be!"
"What?" Dean asked, interrupting Sam.
"He's not dead yet," Meg wheezed, "But he will be, after we're done with him."
"It's a house! Jefferson...it's in Jefferson City, but that's all I know," Meg admitted when the pain wouldn't stop.
"Keep going Sam," Dean said coldly as he stared directly into Meg's eyes.
"You promised!"
"I lied," Dean answered harshly. "Finish it Sammy."
No one inside the house heard the loud crack of thunder, which did not shake the house, over Meg and Dean screaming at each other and Sam's chanting. Nor did they hear a feminine shriek out Rumsfeld's name. In fact, none of the hunters or the demon realized anyone had joined them until Dean was blasted away from Meg, and the book ripped itself out of Sam's hands.
"Mia?" Bobby asked in a stunned voice, looking at the tiny brunette. "Balls!"
"What the fuck?!" Dean bellowed, standing and brushing himself off, "I am sick of being thrown into drywall!"
"Are you out of your bloody mind?" Hermione asked Sam angrily, completely ignoring Dean's outburst. The younger Winchester sputtered at the girl before finally blurting out that it wasn't what it looked like.
"She's a demon," Sam insisted.
"You're killing her!"
"Open your ears sweetheart," Dean said. "We're exercising the black eyed bitch. The blonde girl is possessed. Bobby who the fuck is this?"
"Your Latin is abysmal!" Hermione continued berating Sam, while entirely ignoring Dean's interruptions. "You're fucking up the pronunciation, and it's killing the girl. Not only are you giving the demon time to dig in further to her body and soul, but you're actively torturing her body!"
"What?" Sam asked stunned at the information he'd just been given.
"By butchering the Latin, you're torturing the girl further, and the demon is just enjoying twisting her soul further," Hermione explained as Meg grinned at the brunette in front of her.
"The fuck are you smiling for?" Dean demanded.
"Your girlfriend's right," Meg answered with a taunting shrug. "Why do you think demons ensured the fall of Rome? We were sick of that fucking language."
"Shit," Sam muttered before looking over at Bobby and his brother.
"Poor helpless Dean. Can't save his daddy, can't even perform an exorcism without his brother's whore. Pathetic," Meg sneered before turning towards Hermione. "I can't believe you're wasting my time with this shit."
The demon suddenly and visibly choked violently, as her eyes widened as she stared at Hermione.
"Watch your mouth," Hermione threatened just before Meg spit on her. "Suit yourself. Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino," the brunette recited, pronouncing each word perfectly. As she spoke, Meg rapidly began seizing in her chair.
"Tribuite virtutem deo," Behind her the three men stared as she removed the demon in record time. It was over almost as soon as it began. The blonde girl slumped forward as blood dripped from her mouth and the Winchesters surged forward to untie her.
"Thank you," Meg's host wheezed.
"Shh, just take it easy," Sam said as they carefully moved her.
"Do you know where our dad is?" Dean asked, only managing to fire off the first question before Hermione shoved him aside.
"It's been a year," the girl said as Hermione pointed her wand, muttering diagnostic charms. As the witch frantically healed the broken body in front of her, she told Bobby to call an ambulance, unaware that Dean had pulled a gun on her.
"Don't son," Bobby ordered, pressing his own gun into the back of Dean's head. "Put the gun down, slowly."
"Bobby?' Sam asked, his eyes darting between the two girls and the hunters. "What's going on?"
"I don't take kindly to people pulling guns on my niece," Bobby answered. "Put the gun down. Now. It ain't a request."
"Not until I know what she's doing!"
"Mia's trying to heal her, you idjit!" Bobby said. "Now I suggest you do as she said and call an ambulance. Now!"
Bobby didn't take his eyes either Winchester until well after Meg had been taken to the hospital. Hermione, exhausted from how much magic she'd expended trying to keep Meg alive slumped at the kitchen table nursing a beer. Dean stewed silently seething while Sam watched him concerned.
Predictably, the older Winchester erupted, "What the hell Bobby? You pulled a gun on me for some fake niece? Are you kidding? Did you really think we'd buy that crackpot of shit? We grew up here, and all of us know that you got no surviving family."
"Family don't end in blood boy," Bobby growled at him.
"The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb," Hermione said, earning a glare from Dean.
"I don't talk to whores," Dean said sneering. "Witches are worse than demons!"
Before Sam or Bobby could correct Dean, Hermione reached over, snatching the back of the hunter's head and forcibly slammed it down against the table, resulting in a loud crunch. Dean bellowed in pain while Sam stared wide-eyed.
"Shit," Sam muttered at the sheer force the brunette had used to break Dean's nose. "You sure she's not your daughter?"
"I might promote her," Bobby said smirking. "It'd piss Rufus off to no end."
"Dufus?" Dean asked through a broken and bloody nose. Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered an episkey towards his face, earning another shriek of pain from the hunter.
"What the fuck?!"
"I can always break it again," Hermione offered him sweetly, while twirling her wand.
"How'd you know the proper pronunciation of Latin?" Sam asked trying to break the tension between the two and earning an approving nod from Bobby along with a beer. Dean reached for one as well, clearly expecting Bobby to pass one his way, and only received a sharp glare.
"Boarding school," Hermione answered. "It's foundational, and has been since the school was founded in the 10th century."
"Practicing magic rituals probably doesn't hurt either," Dean muttered.
"Considering the foundation of most magic used in the British Enclave is based in Latin, you're correct. Not to mention we typically have longer life spans, my people never lost the ability to speak Latin correctly."
"Fucking witch."
"Bugger off, you ignorant fuck. You've made your opinion quite clear, despite the obvious fact that you've only encountered Borrowers before. Considering I'm not one of those filth, I suggest you stop insulting me."
"Borrowers?" Sam asked.
"Demonic witches," Bobby explained. "Mia, here, is a True Born Mage. Their born with their magic, and I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue. I'd of warned you all, but I didn't expect Mia back for a few more days. Rufus still breathing?"
"Grumpily," Hermione answered. "We successfully cleaned out the next and rescued two little girls. Rufus was incredibly off put when they asked if he was Prince Charming, and then demanded to know why they had to share."
"As delightful as this catch up is," Dean interrupted, "Dad's still being held captive by Demons, and our only lead is little more than a vegetable!"
"Oh!" Hermione said. "Meg managed to share some information about the activities of the demon's activities. I wasn't really sure what to make of it, but she was quite insistent about a man being held by demons, near a river and the word sunrise."
"That's it?" Dean scoffed. "What's that even supposed to mean?"
"You're lucky her brain wasn't mush after being possessed for a year and then enduring a half arsed exorcism," Hermione snapped. "The fact that I managed to get that much is a miracle."
"She's not being facetious is she?" Sam muttered to Bobby while Dean and Hermione continued arguing.
"Nope. Girl's dead useful when it comes to hunting. Your brother is going to regret making an ass out of himself."