Part 3


At the warehouse.

Sam and Dean and Emma climb the elevator gate and reach the top room. Meg is standing at the altar, speaking in an ancient language. Quietly, Sam and Dean squeeze through the space between the gate and the wall while Emma stands behind the gate. The guys draw their guns and move to the other side of the room, hiding behind some crates.

"Guys." Sam and Dean looked at each other, stunned. So was Emma. "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think? Emma?"

Emma gasped quietly that Meg knew she was here.

"Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Dean muttered.

Meg turns to them. "Why don't you come out?"

Sam and Dean come out from behind the crates while Emma came out behind the gate.

"Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship. Emma… same here." Meg says, looking at them.

"Yea, tell me about it." Sam says, looking at Meg.

"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked, holding up his shotgun.

"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good." Meg says, smirking at them.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon." Dean said.

"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam asked Meg.

Meg smiled evilly. "You."

All the sudden, the shadow demon begins to form on the wall and Emma saw it. She screamed out. "Look out!"

It knocks Sam to the ground and throws Dean into the crates. A claw-like scratch appears on Sam's face.

Emma tries to run but the shadow demon caught her and threw her against the wall, knocking her out.


Later.

Dean and Sam are tied to two separate posts. Emma lies near them, unconscious.

Sam comes to and sees Meg sitting before him.

"Hey, Sam. Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend… is a bitch." Dean spat at Meg.

Sam realizes that this was a trap. "This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?"

Meg laughs. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam says.

"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all." Meg says, smiling.

"You killed those two people for nothing'."

"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." Meg says, cooing at Sam.

"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time." Dean smiles. "But why don't you kill us already?

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She leans in closer. "This trap isn't for you."

Dean is puzzled and Sam thinks for a second then realizes something.

"Dad. It's a trap for Dad."

Dean looks at Meg, who smiles at him.

"Oh, sweetheart—you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good." Dean says.

"He is pretty good. I'll give you that." She walks over to Dean and sits down, straddling his legs. "But you see, he has one weakness."

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody-nice and slow and messy."

Emma slowly comes around and moaned in pain.

"Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some… shadow to kill him." Dean says.

"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see."

"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Sam says, fiddling with his robes.

Emma sat up slowly and touched her head. She gasped in pain and stared at Meg who was on Dean.

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do—loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy—and Jess."

"Go to hell." Sam spat at Meg.

"Baby, I'm already there." She smiles and slides over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty." She leans in to whisper in his ear. "I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me—changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?"

Emma starts to move slowly away from them, looking for a weapon.

"Get a room, you two." Dean mutters.

"I didn't mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun."

Meg begins kissing his neck.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." Sam says, trying to loosen his ties around his hands.

She smiles and continues to kiss him. Emma heard a noise on Dean's side which makes her and Meg stop.

Meg stands up and walks behind Dean's post. She sees he has a knife in his hand. She takes it away and tosses it into a corner. Meg swings around to the other side of the post, and smiles at Dean, who chuckles guiltily. She slides back over to Sam.

Emma quickly crawls over to the corner to grab the knife and all the sudden she is lifted up in the air by a shadow and gets stuck to the wall.

Emma gasped and struggled to get down.

"Nice try, Emma. You wouldn't dare to hurt me, would you?" Meg stared coldly at Emma then back to Sam.

"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" Meg says, getting back to where she was before.

"No. No. That's because I have a knife of my own."

Meg is confused. Sam breaks free from his robes and grabs Meg's shoulders, then knocks his head against hers.

She falls to the floor while he groans in pain.

"Sam! Get the altar." Dean shouted.

Sam walks over to the altar and overturns it. Suddenly, the shadow demon lets Emma go and she falls to the ground. The shadow demon appears and grabs Meg.

Emma watched in horror as Meg is dragged across the floor and crashes through the window, falling down to the street below. Emma limped to the broken window while Sam grabs his knife and cuts Dean free from his robes.

They walk over to the window and see Meg sprawled on the sidewalk. Emma whimpered and started to cry softly.

"So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam says to himself.

"Yeah, I guess not. Hey Sam?"

"Hm?"

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" Dean smiles and walks away.

Sam looks at Emma. "Emma," Sam says softly and she looked at him with tear-rimmed eyes.

"I lost another special person in my life… my best friend." Emma says softly and tried to walk away but couldn't because of her sprain ankle from the fall. She groaned in pain.

Sam reached over and put her arm around his neck. "I'm going to help you walk."

Emma nodded and they walked together slowly.


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