AN – This chapter was inspired from a mixture of the Supernatural episodes 'Dead Man's Blood' and 'Devil's Trap'.
Devil's Trap
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, only just managing to refrain from banging his head against the table as his father and Sam bickered over the most effective way to make bullets. He knew they were pleased to be around one another again, but they were just as freakin' stubborn as each other.
Jackasses.
He silently cheered with relief when Bobby entered the room, carrying an open laptop.
"You need to take a look at this," he advised John, looking grim.
Raising an enquiring eyebrow, John took the laptop off of him without a word. The longer he read what was on the screen, the more his face began to drop. Once finished, he sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.
"What? What is it?" Dean asked.
When John didn't immediately answer, Sam slid the laptop across the table to take a look for himself. "A local man in Colorado by the name of Daniel Elkins has been found dead, maimed in his own home," he summed up out loud for Dean. "Looks like the police are out of ideas. At first they thought it was a bear attack, but now they've found signs of robbery."
Dean's eyebrows knitted together. "Daniel Elkins...I've heard that name before, I'm sure of it."
"You probably read it in my journal," John commented, finally looking up.
"So who was he?"
"A hunter. And a damned good one at that. He taught me a hell of a lot. I probably wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for him. He was a good man."
"I don't remember ever meeting him."
"That's because we had a falling out a long time ago. You were just kids at the time."
"What do you think killed him?"
"Daniel specialized in hunting vampires. I'm guessing they finally got the better of him."
Sam leaned forwards in his seat, looking his father in the eye. "So what now?" Damn him if he tried to keep them out of this.
John eye-balled him right back. "Now we go to Colorado."
"And what in the hell do you think you're doing?" an annoyed John demanded of Faith as he watched her toss a duffel bag into the trunk of the Impala.
"What does it look like, Grumpy Senior?"
"It looks like you're under the impression that you're coming with us."
"No shit, he gets it in one."
John looked to Sam for help, but Sam just shrugged and smirked. "You're not coming," John protested.
Faith snorted and folded her arms. "What, like you think you can stop me?"
"Ah, let her come," expressed Bobby. "She's spunky. I like her."
She grinned over at him and blew him a kiss. "Thanks, whiskers."
It was the first time Bobby had blushed in over ten years.
"So this is the Colt, a gun that can kill a demon?" Giles questioned, once the Winchesters and Bobby and Faith had returned a few days later. He eyed the gun from over the top of his glasses. "I have to say, I'm a tad underwhelmed. I was expecting something slightly more impressive."
"Like a rocket launcher?" asked Andrew.
Giles shifted uncomfortably. "Um...yes, actually."
"Trust me," John said. "This little beauty'll do the job. We saw it work with our own eyes."
"Yeah, Johnny totally shot this vamp dude right in the head and he just fizzled out and died right in front of us." Faith crossed a boot over her knee and leaned back in her chair. "Wicked cool."
"It's great that you've got it and all," Willow spoke up. "But what do you plan on doing with it?"
"I'm going to go after the yellow eyed bastard that killed my family," John stated. "and kill him."
"Is that all?" Dean's voice was low, and he could barely look his father in the eye.
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
They both knew, of course. Just like they both knew that Dean would never be brave enough to say it out loud. He'd never be brave enough to ask his father whether he was planning to use the gun on Buffy, because he would never be brave enough to hear his father's answer. "Nothing...Sir."
"Do you know where the demon is?" Andrew wanted to know. "Because we've been trying locator spells, and we've come up with nothing."
"Andy's got a point," Faith stated. "It's all well and good having this funky gun and all, but it's kinda moot when we can't even find the demon."
John heaved a sigh. "We need to set a trap.
"A trap?" Kennedy didn't sound too convinced. "Don't we need some kind of bait? What could we use that he could possibly want?"
John said nothing, but glanced at Sam out of the corner of his eye.
Spotting this, Dean swivelled his head between his father and his brother. "No!"
"Look, I don't like this any more than you-"
"We are not using Sam as bait! Are you out of your mind?"
"Sam's the one thing we know he wants! He's the only one who's got a hope in hell in getting him out in the open."
"Uh...guys..." Sam tried to interrupt. He was ignored, of course.
"Well great. Why don't we just tie a ribbon 'round his neck and leave him in the middle of the road. Make it real easy for everyone."
"Dean-"
"Guys!" Sam repeated, louder this time. Everybody turned to look at him, and his face grew hotter. "I'll do it."
Dean shook his head. "Sam, you don't have to-"
"I want to. Seriously." He leaned forwards earnestly. "We're so close to getting the demon, Dean. To getting revenge for Mom, and Jess, and Buffy. And if this is the way we do it...fine. I'm all for it."
Sam leaned against a gravestone, idly tapping a stake against his thigh. He was bored. When he'd come out that night, his blood had been pumping with adrenaline, ready for action. But it had been hours, and he was still all alone – except for his dad and Dean and Bobby and Faith, who were hiding out in various points around the cemetery. But still, he felt alone. He hadn't even been approached by any vampires – a sure sign that there was something bigger and meaner out and about, right?
"Hello, Sammy," sang a voice out in front of him. He looked up sharply. Now that wasn't the one he wanted. "You look disappointed. Aren't you happy to see me?"
"Meg," he ground out. "Where is he?"
She held her hands out innocently. "I have no idea who you're talking about."
He stood up and balled his hands into fists. "Don't lie, it doesn't suit you."
"You know, words hurt, Sam." Any traces of humour left her face, and she began to stalk forwards. Sam backed up, until he felt the cool brick of a mausoleum wall behind him. "Nowhere to run, kiddo. You're all mine."
He fumbled around behind him and managed to open the mausoleum door. He backed in and quickly slammed the door in her face.
Outside, Meg rolled her eyes. "Rude," she muttered, before kicking the door open. "You think a little thing like that is gonna hold me back?"
He backed up again. "What do you want with me?"
For every step he took backwards, she matched him forwards, a wolfish smirk taking over her face. "I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. Father wouldn't be happy."
"Doesn't matter, I already know. You think I'm gonna rule the demon world with him or something? You're totally crazy."
"How do you know tha-" She halted, when she came up against an invisible barrier. "What the hell?"
Every little bit of pretend fear washed away from Sam. He smirked at her, and looked down pointedly. "You should look where you're walking."
She followed his gaze, and her face turned thunderous. "A devil's trap, Sam. Really?" Her eyes shot up to his. "You'd better let me out of this right now."
"Or what?" came Bobby's voice. "You'll cuss us to death?"
Meg span around. Standing casually around the doorway were Bobby, Faith, John and Dean.
"Oh, fuck."
"Thanks for coming," John said to Willow and Giles a little way outside of the mausoleum, a little while later. "She ain't talking, even with the threat of exorcism. I was hoping there was something you could do to help us along..."
Willow winced and twisted her hands nervously. "I'm not sure. I mean, I could try, but...I've never actually done a truth spell on a demon before."
"Never?"
"No. There was this one time I was going to, but he ended up telling us everything we wanted to know without me even having to do the spell."
"Why?"
"Uhm..." A blush spread across her cheeks. "There were other...factors...involved. I sorta kinda accidentally made him propose to Buffy."
"This is one of those stories that I'm better off not knowing, right?"
"Probably."
"I have to say, this isn't exactly the demon any of us were aiming for," Giles acknowledged.
"No, she's not," John agreed. "But maybe we can get something useful out of her."
While the others talked outside, Sam and Faith and Bobby watched over Meg in the mausoleum. She had stopped throwing curses and threats their way by now, and was instead watching them all closely through small, careful eyes. Finally, her gaze seemed to settle on Faith.
"Buffy told me all about you, you know," she announced in a low voice.
"Ignore her, Faith," Sam warned.
"She told me how pathetic you are, how sad," Meg continued. "Always running around after her, trying to gain her attention, trying to be as good as her. But you never were. Never could be. It's pitiful, really."
Faith clenched her fists and stepped forwards, but stopped when Bobby placed a gentle hand on the crook of her elbow. "Don't, kid. She's just tryna rile you up into making a mistake."
Meg shrugged. "He's right, honey pie. Doesn't mean I'm not telling the truth though."
"You better shut your mouth, bitch," Faith growled.
"Or what? You were too stupid to ever beat Buffy, and you're too stupid to ever beat me."
"Don't you dare even say her name!"
"You mean Buffy? You know, she really is the most delightful thing. No wonder Dean wanted her more than he wanted you."
Faith snarled and shrugged off Bobby. She stormed into the circle and lifted Meg up by the throat.
Instead of being afraid, Meg smiled.
"What the hell are you grinning at?"
"Because she also said you were an idiot," she choked out. "And she was right."
"Wha-" Faith was cut off when an invisible forced pushed her away from Meg and slammed her into the opposite wall. She fell to the ground, blinking stars from her eyes.
Landing on her feet, Meg smirked and looked down at where Faith had accidentally scuffed the devil's trap when she had entered. "Oopsie daisy." Sam and Bobby made to run forwards but she flung them back as easily as if they'd been dolls. "Now," she began, striding forwards towards Faith. "I could just snap your neck and make this quick, but I think I want to play with your blood." She pulled out a jagged edged knife from the inside of her jacket and span it around. "I think I'll stick this in your neck." She knelt down before a still dazed Faith and lifted the knife up, but before she could bring it down, a shot rang out.
Meg's face was surprised for a split second, before her body lit up and buzzed as her energy died. And then she dropped to the ground, lifeless.
Shaking her head to try and clear the blurriness, Faith looked up. She could just make out Sam, still aiming the colt at where Meg had just been kneeling.
Dropping the gun, he shuffled over to her, stroking her hair and checking for injuries. "Are you okay?"
"No," she admitted. "I will be though. You...you uh...saved me."
"It was nothing."
"Well...thanks for that. Your dad'll be pissed you used one of those bullets, though."
"I don't care."
She opened and closed her mouth. He was being sincere. He was being sincere and looking down at her with those eyes and damn, were they having a moment? How inappropriate.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "When you two have stopped making googly eyes at each other, do you think you could spare a minute to help an old man up?"
Buffy screamed hoarsely and kicked out at the wall. Chunks of rock and plaster shattered on the ground, and she kicked out again and again, only seeming to be satisfied once a noticeable hole had appeared. She span around to face the demon watching her, growling when his yellow eyes narrowed.
"They killed her!" she cried. "How can you be so calm?"
"I'm not calm," he replied. "I'm furious. But to let fury rule you only leads to...broken walls."
"But she's dead. Meg is dead."
"I know. She was as much my daughter as she was your sister and it...grieves me. But you must be calm in order to carry out the plan."
As if a button had been pressed, Buffy was instantly calm. "What do we do now?"
"Now we initiate the last member into our family."
"Sam?"
"Yes indeed."
