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"Oh, this is going to be so much fun..." The leviathans in Cass said and laughed. My head was spinning and I knew I had a little concussion. I blinked a few times as everything came into focus, I saw Dean looking at me and gave him a small wave to let him know I was alive. He looked past me and I turned to see Bobby still laid out cold.
"Bobby?" Dean asked worried. We both watched as slowly Bobby sat up with a groan. He looked about as good as we did. The leviathans in Cass turned to Dean and stared. "How many of you ass-clowns are in there? A hundred? More?" Dean asked as I noticed black liquid dripping from its arm. "Your vessel's gonna explode, ain't it? Wouldn't do anything too strenuous. In fact, I'd call it a day, head on home, huh?" Dean said watching the leaking leviathans.
"We'll be back. For you." The leviathans said looking straight at Dean before walking, kinda like a zombie, out of the room. As it left the room, I felt slightly better, only slightly though. The creatures scared the crap out of me.
"Well, this is a new one." Bobby muttered as we watched it walk out. Dean got to his feet and walked over to me, helping me up.
"You ok?" He asked looking at the cut on my forehead. I felt so stupid for freezing. It went against everything I was trained to do. I just shouldn't have frozen. It was stupid and could have got us all killed.
"Nothing that wont heal." I muttered, looking down.
"You going be ok with going after that thing?" Dean asked me as Bobby walked over to us.
"Yeah." I said softly, refusing to look Dean in the eye.
"Come on, let's find Sam and get out of here." Dean said glancing at Bobby before we headed out of the room. We found Sam lent against a wall, panting slightly.
"Sam. Sam. Sam! You hearing me?" Dean asked shouting Sam's name. Dean put his hand on Sam's chest and Sam jumped slightly, shocked that we were all stood there. "Whoa. Look at me. Hey. All right, we got to button this up. Come on, let's get out of here. Come on." Dean said tugging Sam away from the wall.
We fallowed the trail of black leaking liquid to the near by water reservoir, as we reached it, we saw the leviathans in Cass walk into the water. It continued to walk into the water until it disappeared. A few seconds later a whirlpool appeared far out in the water and black liquid seemed to radiate out of it. Suddenly the whirlpool closed and all the black liquid disappeared.
"Aww, hell." Bobby muttered.
"Damn it." Dean added as we watched the water for any signs of the leviathans. The waters looked calm.
"You said it. Those... whatever you call 'ems..." Bobby said looking out to the water.
"Leviathan." Me and Sam said at the same time.
"Right. If they're in the pipes, they got themselves a highway to anywhere." Bobby finished saying shaking his head.
"Awesome." Dean sighed and watched the water. He noticed something land near the edge of the reservoir and picked it up. It was the trench coat that Castiel was wearing. "Okay. So he's gone." Dean said sadly.
"Yeah. Rest in peace. If that's in the cards." Bobby added with a sigh. Dean folded the trench coat over on itself a few times and looked down at it sadly.
"Dumb son of a bitch." Dean said shaking his head slightly.
"Well, he was friends with us, wasn't he? Can't get much dumber than that." Bobby said softly then looked at me and Sam. "Come on, those things will be coming up for air soon."
We headed back to Bobby's house. As soon as we got there Sam kinda fell asleep on the couch. Bobby took me into the kitchen to clean up the cut on my head.
"Take a seat." Bobby pointed to a chair before walking over to the cupboard to get some things. "Those leviathans sure are mean bastards." He added grabbing the things.
"You have no idea." I said softly as he turned back to me. I tucked some hair behind my ear as Bobby gave me a questioning look.
"You remembering something girl?" Bobby asked sitting opposite me.
"No." I lied and Bobby just raised his eye brow. He wasn't an idiot and I was terrible at lying. Suddenly I herd footsteps behind me and turned to see Dean.
"How come you froze then?" Dean asked walking into the kitchen. He didn't look exactly happy either.
"I guess I wasn't ready for hunting as much as I thought." I lied as Bobby cleaned up my cut. It stung and I hissed a little as he wiped at the cut.
"You froze because you remembered Purgatory." Dean said standing behind Bobby so that I could see him. He folded his arms over his chest. He just watched me, his green eyes drilling into my soul to get an answer. Bobby glanced from Dean to me.
"I don't know what your on about." I lied again as Bobby placed a small plaster over the cut. I bit my lip as he put it on. The cut hurt.
"You're lying." Dean said firmly. I stood up and looked at Bobby. I didn't need someone pushing me about my memories. I knew exactly what I remembered and I didn't need to share them with anyone.
"We done here?" I asked softly. He glanced to Dean and then back to me. Dean didn't look too impressed, in fact he looked pissed at me.
"Yeah, sure." He muttered.
"Thanks Bobby." I said before walking out of the room. The truth was, I remembered something. I remembered the pain, the fear, the feelings. I remembered looking down at my body and seeing it being ripped apart by the leviathans. I remembered they were always out there in the darkness. Always. I guess that was Purgatory. I didn't want to remember it. I would have been happy if that was one memory that never returned to me. I headed up to my room and threw my jacket on the bed. I pulled my hair loose and shook it out. I decided that maybe a shower would help a little. I grabbed some clean clothes and a towel, I was heading out of the room when Dean walked in, closing the door behind him.
"What did they do to you?" Dean asked blocking the door. I sighed heavy and dumped my things on the bed.
"I want a shower, get out." I said dryly pointing to the door behind him.
"Trust me, speaking from experience, keeping it all to yourself, it wont help anyone." Dean said still blocking the door. I groaned softly.
"I really want a shower." I said totally ignoring his comments.
"Look, I know, you think you don't know me from Adam, but you can talk to me." Dean said softly.
"I am, your just not listening. I want a shower." I said slowly and Dean smirked at me.
"Keeping it bottled in... isn't the way." Dean said plainly. I stood there staring at him for a few minutes in total silence. I really, really, didn't want to talk about it. Especially to Dean who I barely knew. Dean sighed and finally stepped to the side. I grabbed my things and headed to the door. "Just, think about what I said, please?" Dean asked as I reached his side.
"Fine." I said and headed to the bathroom. The last thing I wanted was to think about it.
I climbed into the shower and turned the hot water on. The heat was just what my tight muscles needed. I had knots on knots. The leviathans were back. And not just in my mind. They were here, on Earth, walking, talking and killing. Even under the hot water a shudder escaped. They were monsters like I could never imagine. They were creatures so evil, so.. demented. What they wanted, what they could do. It chilled me to the bone just thinking that they were walking around. I tried to forget all about the damn things. I tried my best to wash away the memories. After a long soak I climbed out of the shower and changed into some clean clothes. I popped down stairs to make a cup of tea and walked in on Bobby talking to Dean.
"How you feeling girl?" Bobby asked as I made the tea.
"Tired, it's been a long day." I said rubbing my shoulder. It had taken the force of my fall and was aching now.
"You should get some rest. There ain't much more we can do about those things tonight." Bobby said and I nodded as I continued to rub my shoulder.
"What's wrong with your shoulder?" Dean asked watching me.
"I landed badly on it. I should have rolled more." I admitted and finished making the drink. Dean got up and walked over to me.
"You mind?" Dean asked glancing at the shoulder.
"Umm, sure." I said a little confused as to what he was about to do. Dean led me back to the chairs and sat me down.
"I'm just going to check on sleeping beauty." Bobby said leaving us alone. Dean stood behind me and started to massage my shoulder. At first it hurt and I sat up straight.
"You need to relax." Dean said softly as he kneaded the knot in my shoulder. I sighed and closed my eyes as I tried to relax. The pain dulled and soon it started to feel good. "That's better." Dean said softly working on my shoulder.
"Thanks, for this." I said opening my eyes and feeling a little better.
"No problem." Dean said as he stopped.
"And I'm sorry for being a douche." I said standing up.
"What? When?" Dean asked confused. I grabbed my cup of tea and turned to face him.
"Back in my room, and earlier today." I admitted with a small shrug.
"I understand." Dean said with a soft smile.
"I wish I did..." I sighed. "I just... Most of it is still missing in here. The bits I remember. Honestly, Bobby is the only good thing I remember from this last five years. It's all just a muddle in here." I said pushing away from the counter and smiling at Dean. "Anyway, my point, I just want to say, thanks. For putting up with me."
"Any time." Dean said returning my smile.
"Look, I know. I know you've got a lot happening right now. Sam, Cass, leviathans, me... I just want to say, the talking, goes both ways." I said looking up into Dean's eyes and having a feeling of safety wash over me. His eyes, I hadn't really noticed but his eyes were an explosion of emerald green. They were kind of breath taking. They were the kind of eyes that you could lose yourself in and die happy lost. They were amazing. I realised I was staring and started to blush a little. "Umm, so yeah." I said clearing my throat and looking away. "Night Dean."
"Night Megan." Dean said as I walked out of the kitchen.
That night I finished my tea and thought about Dean. I married him. I must love him, or loved him. He does seem rather hot. I mean those eyes... so green! Plus he isn't the ugliest guy in the world either. A hunter another plus, kinda. How did we end up together? Why did we end up together? Why does my brain want me to remember Leviathans and not Dean? Where in any world does that make sense? I mean, shouldn't I remember the good things first before all the crap? The photos make us look so in love, so happy. I want to remember that. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
"I want to remember." I said to myself as I laid down in the bed. "I want to remember him." I said closing my eyes and hoping, my brain was listening.
Endless screams bounced all around the dark damp pit I was chained in. Thick heavy chains pulled each of my arms and legs in different directions. I was sure, if they pulled any more my joints would dislocate and snap off. I screamed my lungs out for someone, any one to help me. The pain. The pain is worse than anything I've ever felt. The Leviathans were hungry and I was fresh meat. They peeled the skin off me, a layer at a time, slowly, enjoying my screams. Then as if that wasn't the end, they bit into me. The razor teeth ripping into muscle, bone, tearing at it all, trying their best to eat me alive.
"DEAN!" I screamed as I prayed I could just die and the pain would all go. But it never did. Day in, day out for a million life times, the Leviathans would come and feast on me. "DEAN! DEAN! DDEEAANN!" I screamed again. I had promised him not to find me, save me. But who was I kidding? I needed him. I needed him to save me.
"DEAN!" I said shooting up in bed in a cold sweat. My heart was racing and it took me a few seconds to realise where I was again. I groaned looking at the clock and seeing the time was a little after five. I didn't want to go back to sleep. I didn't want to face the monsters in my dreams. I changed into some clothes and made my way downstairs. Sam was still out cold on the couch.
"At least someone can sleep." I muttered to myself as I turned and walked into the kitchen. As I reached the door to the kitchen I saw Dean fast asleep resting on the table. "Maybe it's a Winchester trait?" I muttered to myself as I grabbed some apple juice out of the fridge. I walked over to Dean and looked at what he was doing before he fell asleep. He was trying to track the Leviathans. I sighed softly. I carefully took the laptop out from under him and headed back into Bobby's den. I sat on the floor in front of Bobby's desk, I set up the laptop and sipped some of the juice. I had the most experience with the leviathans out of all of us. Not that I knew that much. Most of my knowledge came from them eating me alive, but hey, it was a start right? I sat at the laptop, my MP3 player in my ears as I searched for anything that could be linked to the leviathans and the water supply.
I was searching for hours and getting no where fast. I didn't really expect to find anything, but I wanted to help. Sleep wasn't an option. I was humming along with my music when I glanced up and a pair of legs were right in front of me. I jumped slightly and pulled out my headphones. I looked up and Dean was stood there with a cup of coffee in his hands. He smirked slightly as my eyes met his.
"How long have you been stood there?" I asked confused, my heart not slowing any with the smile he gave me.
"Long enough to know your listening to Breaking Benjamin again." Dean smirked and I blushed a little. "What are you up to?" Dean asked sitting on the floor next to me.
"Just... seeing if I could find anything." I admitted looking at the screen. Dean took another sip of his coffee and nodded reading the stuff on the screen.
"You find anything?" He asked glancing at me.
"Yeah, there is a lot more junk on the internet in the last five years." I half joked.
"Well yeah, but apart from that?" Dean asked with a smile on his face. His smile, it was infectiously cute. But I got the feeling, he knew that already.
"Fraid not." I said yawning a little. I was starting to feel sleepy, but I refused to go back to bed. To return to the nightmare.
"You been up long?" Dean asked as he turned to me.
"A few hours. I couldn't sleep." I admitted softly, trying to make it sound as casual as I could.
"Dreams?" Dean asked sadly.
"Dreams." I confirmed with a nod.
"It gets easier, over time." Dean said sadly putting his arm round my shoulders, hugging me a little.
"Time, awesome." I said sarcastically. "Whatever, it's not like there's much I can do about it anyway." I sighed resting my head on Dean's shoulder automatically. The second after resting my head I realised what I did and I sat up bolt straight. "Sorry... I just.." I mumbled blushing slightly.
"It's ok. You did that a lot before." Dean smirked at me.
"Before..." I sighed shaking my head. Before I could say anything else Bobby walked into the room and looked at the pair of us confused.
"What you are two eijets doing on the floor?" He asked with a smile on his face.
Later the guys decided that Sam had enough sleep. He hadn't woken up, even though none of us were being particularly quite. Dean walked over to the sleeping Sam and tried to wake him up. "Hey. Wake up, sunshine. Up and at 'em, atom man." Dean said softly. "Sammy." He said touching Sam's chest. "Sammy, hey-" Sam suddenly jumped awake and looked scared for a second. "Whoa. That's twelve hours straight, I'm calling that rested. Here." Dean said passing Dean a bottle of water and some power bar thing. "Hydrate, and uh, protein-eat." Dean said with a nod, grabbing a chair.
"Breakfast in bed." Sam joked noticing me sat on the desk near by.
"Don't get used to it. Let me see that hand." Dean said sitting back down. Sam glanced to the side of him, but no one was there. Dean took Sam's bandage off and checked the stitches.
"Eh, you'll live." Dean said and turned to me. I passed Dean the whiskey and a cloth. "Here." Dean said pouring the whiskey over the cut. Sam sucked in his breath with pain. "All right, take it easy." Dean sighed getting up and leaning on the edge of the couch opposite me.
"So, ooze invasion. Any leads?" Sam asked as Bobby walked over and sat in the chair Dean was just in.
"I got all my feelers out. Whatever they're up to, it ain't," Bobby said taking Sam's hand and putting on a new bandage. "Ain't about going Mothra down Main Street. They'll turn up. You seem pretty eager to stretch your legs, you know."
"Mm." Sam said pulling his own hand back and holding it close to himself.
"Now onto our other big problem. How're you doing'? And do not say okay." Dean said turning to Sam and not looking impressed.
"I'm not okay." Sam admitted tying off the bandage.
"You think?" Dean said sarcastically. I glanced at Dean and sighed.
"Hey. Go a little easy." Bobby said as he and I looked at Dean.
"There's nothing easy about it, Bobby, okay. We acted like he had everything under control." Dean said turning back to Sam.
"I get it. I'm sorry. Look, I- I didn't exactly want to crack up, you know?" Sam admitted softly. He glanced at all three of us, with a lost puppy expression.
"What the hell happened back there?" Dean asked confused.
"Well, it's not just flashbacks any more." Sam admitted looking down.
"Well then what?" Dean asked confused.
"It's more like... I'm seeing through the cracks." Sam said looking down.
"What does that mean?" Dean asked. Sam paused and looked down.
"It means I'm having a difficult time figuring out what's real." Sam answered, tears forming in his eyes. I felt so bad for him.
"Hallucinations." Dean stated.
"For starters." Sam admitted.
"Well for starters, if you're tripping Hell's Bells, why would you hide that?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"I wasn't hiding it, Dean, I- I was just not talking about it. I mean it seemed like you two had enough going on as it was." Sam said and glanced at me. I was just another thing on the pile of crap landing on Dean and Bobby's shoulders. "Look, I- I just figured, try to hold onto the safety bar and ride it out, you know? But it's getting more specific." Sam said sounding scared.
"As in specifically what?" Dean asked gruffly.
Sam sat in the chair as we stood around waiting for Sam to explain. Dean poured himself and Bobby a drink of whiskey. I gave Sam a sympathetic smile.
"What the hell, Sam?" Dean asked passing Bobby a glass.
"I told you." Sam said sadly.
"I mean seriously, how do you, how do you argue with that?" Dean asked glancing from Sam to me and Bobby. Bobby shrugged while I just stood there and watched Sam.
"I know. It's a problem." Sam said looking down.
"Well now wait, I got it. Why would the Devil holodeck you a whole new life when he could just kick your ass all over the Cage?" Dean asked confused.
"'Cause, as he puts it... You can't torture someone who has nothing left for you to take away." Sam said looking anywhere but at us.
"Okay, fine. But this Malibu dream mansion that he, he, he makes for you to take away is this post-apocalyptic mess?" Dean asked and Sam turned to his left looking at something that wasn't there. It was like he was listening to something.
"Sam?" I asked softly, standing next to Dean. He didn't respond so I turned to Dean with a worried look on my face.
"Wait. Are you seeing him right now?" Dean asked snapping Sam out of it. Sam nodded. "You know that he's not real. Right?" Dean asked plainly. Sam took a deep breath and looked up at us.
"He says the same thing about you." Sam said nearly breaking down in front of us. Dean looked at me shocked and then turned to Bobby.
"I'm going back to work." Bobby said walking off. Dean sighed and walked to sit behind Bobby's desk. I walked over to Sam and bobbed down to his level.
"Does he talk to you a lot?" I asked with a soft smile.
"It's getting worse." Sam admitted looking at the floor.
"And what does he tell you, exactly?" I asked listening to Sam.
"He... he tells me that I'm still in Hell with him. That all this... it's not real. Says Dean, you, Bobby are all a lie and that he's the only real thing." Sam admitted still looking at the floor.
"Where have you been when he's shown up?" I asked softly trying to keep Sam talking so I could find out as much as possible.
"Megan, just-" Dean said from behind the desk.
"Shut up Winchester." I said plainly to Dean and turned back to Sam. "When has he shown?" I asked Sam again. He took a deep breath and glanced up at me. He was nearly in tears. I rubbed his leg and gave him a warm smile. "It's ok." I said softly.
"He... he showed back at the lab when I went for the blood." Sam said and then turned to the side, as if listening to someone.
"And he's here now, right? Just over there?" I asked pointing to the space he was listening to.
"Yes." Sam whispered.
"Ok Sam. That's all I wanted to know. It's ok, really, it's going to be ok." I said standing up and giving him a hug. His arms wrapped around my waist and it felt like I was hugging a massive kid. He looked so lost and scared. He couldn't pull the real from the imaginary and it clearly was freaking him out. It would anyone. I looked at Dean and nodded for him to fallow me out of the house. Dean fallowed me silently until we reached the Impala.
"So you mind telling me what that was all about back there?" Dean asked folding his arms over his chest. I nodded and let out a sigh.
"Sure, I was trying to understand your brother." I said leaning next to Dean on the Impala.
"Well did it work?" Dean asked glancing at me. I ran my hand through my hair and pushed away from the car.
"He needs help." I admitted shaking my head as I walked a little away from Dean.
"Yeah, I figured that much." Dean said as I turned to face him.
"Dean... he can't tell what's real and what is hallucinations." I said plainly. "He is manifesting this... um, Lucifer figure when he feels under great pressure. His mind is trying to trick him back to well, hell for a lack of a better word." I said with a shrug.
"So what should we do?" Dean asked pushing off the Impala and walking right up to me, looking down into my eyes.
"I'm not sure." I admitted sadly. "It's not like we can really keep Sam out of any stressful situations."
"I know." Dean said and then smirked at me.
"What's funny?" I asked confused.
"When you called me Winchester. You used to do that when you were annoyed at me." Dean admitted with a smile.
"It was a kinda automatic reaction." I said with another shrug. Dean nodded but continued to smile.
Later that day me, Bobby and Dean were working in the kitchen while Sam cleaned and took apart his gun. Bobby was working on the computer while I scanned a few books looking for anything helpful. Dean walked over and lent over Bobby's chair, watching Sam.
"Well, at least he's not curled up under the sink." Bobby said softly.
"Yeah, no, he's just sitting there silently field-stripping his weapon." Dean sighed walking over to me and going into Sam's jacket that was over the chair I was in. I watched him take Sam's phone out.
"What are you doing?" Bobby asked confused.
"Turning on his GPS, case he decides to fly the cuckoo's nest." Dean sighed putting the phone back.
"Let's hope that doesn't happen." I said softly, catching Dean's eye. He sighed and rubbed my shoulder.
"And you? How are you doing?" Bobby asked Dean.
"Seriously Bobby, it ain't like he's hexed, you know? I mean, what if it's the kind of crazy you can't fix?" Dean asked looking at Bobby. Bobby paused and looked at me with a blank unimpressed look. I just nodded knowingly.
"Yeah, I'm- I'm worried too, but humour me for a second. How are you?" Bobby asked getting up and leaning against the sink.
"Who cares? Don't you think our mailbox is a little full right now? I'm fine." Dean said walking over to Bobby. Again me and Bobby traded a look of disbelief.
"Sure you are." I muttered and Dean glared at me. I looked at the book in my hands avoiding his glare.
"Right. And weren't you pissed at him when he said the same thing just a couple hours before he spilled his marbles all over the floor?" Bobby asked folding his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, well." Dean said pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I'm not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I'm fine. Really." Dean said standing next to Bobby, he glanced at me and I just shook my head.
"Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother's in the bell jar, your wife don't know you from Adam, and Purgatory's most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You're, you're fine." Bobby said sarcastically.
"Good." Dean said with a nod and came to sit opposite me. I just shook my head at Dean and he ignored me.
"Course, if at any time you want to decide that's utter horse crap, well I'll be where I always am. Right here." Bobby said making Dean pause and look at me with an unamused look.
"What, you want to do couples' yoga, or you want to get back to hunting the big bads?" Dean asked sarcastically looking at me.
"Shut up. Eijet." Bobby answered and the pair smirked.
The next morning I walked out of my bedroom and bumped into Dean. Literally, I walked into him because I had my nose in a book while I was walking.
"Oh man, sorry." I said closing the book.
"No its ok. Good book?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Hardly." I sighed and smiled at Dean. "How's Sam doing?"
"He's still stripping his gun." Dean sighed.
"We just need to watch him." I said trying to sound positive.
"Yeah..." Dean sighed and a silence fell on us.
"Are, you doing ok?" I asked hugging the book slightly.
"Like I told Bobby, I'm fine." Dean said putting on a brave face. I stood there and raised an eyebrow. "I am!" Dean said defensively.
"It might act like I was born yesterday, but trust me, I wasn't." I said firmly.
"Look, we've got-" Dean started to argue.
"Shut up." I said grabbing his hand and dragging him back into my room. "Sit on the bed." I ordered him.
"Megan, come on-" Dean started to argue again.
"Shut up and sit down, idiot." I said pointing to the bed again. Dean grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed. I put the book on the side and sat up near the pillows. "You need to move up here." I said patting the space next to me.
"Look-" Dean said and I just glared again. "Fine! Fine!" Dean huffed kicking his shoes off and shuffling up to the top of the bed.
"Right, lay down and close your eyes." I said plainly. Dean grumbled but laid on the bed. "Thank you." I said softly and he peaked an eye open.
"Still think this is stupid." Dean muttered before closing his eye.
"I know," I said and started to run my fingers through his short spiky hair. I wasn't sure if it would help, but I kinda hoped it would. "So what's bothering you?" I asked softly.
"Come on, isn't it obvious?" Dean asked opening his eyes and looking at me.
"Close your eyes and answer me." I said firmly with a smile. Dean rolled his eyes and closed them.
"I... I'm worried about Sam. I'm scared his going to go poco loco on me and do something stupid. I don't know how to help him, but I have to do something. He's my baby brother." Dean sighed as I continued to play with his hair. "He's seeing things and believing it over me. I just.. I don't know how to fight that..."
"Are you just worried about Sam?" I asked softly still running my fingers through his hair. I wasn't sure it was helping Dean, but I felt a little better.
"The leviathans aren't much fun. I mean they killed Cass and took over his body. Now their running free out there and we got no idea what they want." Dean sighed heavy and opened his eyes looking straight at me. "I know they scare the crap out of you too." He added seriously.
"We're not talking about me." I said softly. Dean pushed himself up so that he was leaning on the pillows next to me.
"Maybe we should?" He said watching my face carefully.
"I told you-" I said shaking my head.
"You don't wanna talk about it. I know." Dean said looking in my eyes. I looked into his emerald green eyes and sighed. There was something about them, something I didn't want to fight. They made me feel like I could just spill my guts and somehow things would be better. That he could make things better. I wasn't stupid though, I knew whatever it was that I had been through, it wasn't going to go away that easy.
"Right." I said softly and glanced down. I looked back up and Dean was still watching me, he smiled softly as I looked and I returned the smile. My heart started to race as Dean started to lean closer to me, staring from my lips to my eyes and back again. He got so close that I could feel his breath on my skin, his scent wrapping around me.
"DEAN! MEGAN! We found something!" Bobby shouted from downstairs making the pair of us jump and I blushed a little. Dean let out a small grunt and gave me a sympathetic smile.
We walked downstairs and found Bobby and Sam in the kitchen. I glanced at the computer and lent against the counter.
"Hey there Gunga Din, buck up." Bobby stated with a sigh.
"So it looks like we got some bad news for a change. Stockville North Kansas, most of a high school swim team got mangled to death in their locker room." Sam explained nodding to the computer.
"Cop talk on the wire's kind of garbled, saying it looks like some kind of wild animal attack. They're saying that whatever attacked them's about the size of a linebacker." Bobby explained as Dean took a look at the report. I gave Bobby a sarcastic smile then wiped a hand over my face sighing.
"It's a lead, Dean." Sam said from the seat near the computer.
"All right, but if you think you're going out on a hunt..." Dean said looking at his baby brother.
"No, I know. I'm not. But you are. Look, Bobby's running the hub, I'm- I'm 5150'd, which leaves you and Megan to follow this thing up." Sam said nodding to me. I pushed away from the counter and walked over to the guys.
"Guys, are we sure it's a good idea?" I asked scared about facing the leviathans again, and worried how Sam would cope.
"Sam, you're in the middle of a psychotic break." Dean said plainly shaking his head.
"It's a couple hours' drive, Dean, and it could be a Leviathan thing." Sam argued.
"Nah, if you think I'm leaving you here alone..." Dean stated and I punched his arm as Bobby spoke. Dean rubbed his arm and looked hurt. I rolled my eyes and sighed again. Dean was such a baby at times.
"Hey. What am I, chopped brains on toast? I can eyeball the kid. Go. Work off some of these nerves on something useful." Bobby stated waving me and Dean away. Dean glanced at Sam and Bobby and shrugged.
"Fine." He sighed turning to me. "Ready for another hunt?"
"Sure..." I sighed feeling my stomach turn a little. I really didn't want to be stuck fighting another leviathan, I wasn't sure if I would freeze up again or not.
We packed up and got in the Impala. I made sure I had my gun, salt rounds and my knife. I wasn't sure what good any of it would do if I froze up, but having the weapons made me feel a little safer. I felt like a child with a night light. As if the light would keep me safe from all the monsters out there. I checked my gun for the third time when Dean glanced at me.
"You know I'm pretty sure, it's still the same as the last two times." He said with a smile.
"Yeah, just checking." I muttered and put my gun back.
"You really are scared of them aren't you?" Dean asked glancing at me again as he drove.
"Dunno what gave you that idea." I said sarcastically, checking my knife was still there.
"I don't think I've ever seen you scared, not like this." Dean said and I sighed running a hand through my hair.
"I guess having the werewolf made me more confident eh?" I asked glancing at Dean. He shrugged.
"Maybe, or you just trusted your skills more." Dean suggested.
"I haven't really fought anything big before." I admitted watching the road. "I fought a few ghosts and two zombies. Back home, I was more of a nerd. I used to help my dad with the research. It was more Gethin and my dad who really did the fighting."
"Well Sammy used to do all the research too." Dean said trying to make me feel better. "You both are great fighters now though. I've seen you fight bigger badder things and win."
"I.. don't remember." I shrugged and looked at the road again. "This Leviathan thing. When I saw them, it, stood there. When I was face to face with it. I just... I felt like I was back..." I trailed off and wrapped my arms around my body as the familiar cold feeling filled me.
We changed into our official looking clothes and went to the high school. I couldn't help but notice that Dean actually looked good in a suit. The more time I was spending with him, the more I was seeing more in him. I wouldn't say I was falling for him, not even a long shot, but there defiantly was something about him. Something that made me pay a little extra attention to him. We reached the high school and found the locker room without any hassle. Dean gave me a fake ID and I was surprised as it looked pretty convincing. He told me that we used to use fake ID's all the time. I wasn't that shocked really, it did kind of make sense. We walked into the locker room to find someone taking a few photo's.
"Special Agent Anderson. Ian." Dean said flashing his badge. "And my partner Special Agent Gregory." I nodded to the guy.
"Yeah, okay. Our point cop's out on the doughnut. Forensics" The guy said pointing to himself. "I can show you the layout. And step lightly. We got a whole bunch of NC17 shiznickel right over there." The guy said pointing to a lot of blood-splatter. Dean glanced at me and I shrugged.
"Right." Dean replied to the guy and we walked into the lockers. There was blood everywhere and it was a mess. Dean spotted something and started to walk off. I fallowed him and spotted the same thing as him.
"Is that-" I said poking some black goo with a pen. "Yeah, that's leviathans blood." I sighed looking over at Dean.
"Dammit." Dean sighed shaking his head.
"Least we don't have to worry about wondering when they are going to pop up..." I said softly looking at the goo on my pen.
We got changed back into our normal clothes and headed back to the house. Dean drove as I called Sam, putting him on speaker. We needed to let the guys know that the Leviathans were closer to them than we thought.
"You know this is going to stress him out more, right?" I asked as the phone rang.
"I know." Dean sighed glancing at me.
"Yeah." Sam answered.
"Well we are positive for ick. Same kind of stuff that came out of Cass" Dean said plainly.
"And,two of the swim kids were missing. Looks like they stole one of their parents' cars." I added sighing.
"So you think these, um, these Leviathan things just jump into people? Like Eve did?" Sam asked and I glanced at Dean confused.
"I don't know, it makes sense, right? Anyway, uh, state trooper's got surveillance cam on the kids about six hours old, of them gassing up just south of Dakota line, so we're headed back your way, we'll just track them from Bobby's." Dean stated ignoring my questioning look.
"Yeah, sounds good." Sam replied softly.
"Hey, how are you doing?" Dean asked softly.
"You know, uh, okay." Sam said but he didn't sound convincing to me.
"Okay. Well hang in there, all right?" Dean replied.
"We wont be long Sam." I said and we hung up. I turned to Dean and gave him a questioning look again. "Who's Eve?" I asked softly. I watched as Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
"I don't think now's really the time to get into it Megan." Dean said watching the road.
"Well... um when will be the time Dean?" I asked softly and caught the look in his eyes. He was annoyed, angry.
"Not now ok. There is a lot that you just don't know about the past five years." Dean said watching the road. "I'm gonna be honest, the majority is crap. And, and, I just... let's finish the case and I'll catch you up with everything."
"I didn't mean..." I said softly.
"I know." Dean sighed. "Just, I can't help thinking, your better off not knowing what happened."
"Maybe, but I am. But I need to know." I said glancing at Dean. Dean turned to me and nodded slowly. I don't know if he understood but I needed to know. I had to know the person I had become in those five years. I knew for a fact I wasn't the same person I thought I was. I knew I had changed from the nerd, but I had no clue as to what I was any more.
We pulled up to Bobby's late at night. Dean parked the car as I climbed out and stretched. Dean climbed out and smiled at me.
"Old habits..." Dean smirked at me.
"I guess." I said rolling my eyes as we walked up to the house. Dean walked in first and I fallowed him. There was no noise anywhere in the house and I was a little confused.
"Sam? Sammy?" Dean yelled walking into the kitchen. I walked into the den where Sam had been cleaning his gun for hours in silence.
"Hey Sam?" I asked looking around and not finding a trace of him. "Damn it." I muttered.
"Sam? Sam! Oh, crap." Dean said from the bottom of the stairs as we realised Sam wasn't home. Dean rushed into the den and looked panicked.
"I don't mean to add to the oh crap, but his guns gone..." I said pointing to the desk.
"We need to find him fast!" Dean said grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the house.
"Didn't you turn on the GPS on his phone?" I asked as we climbed into the Impala.
"Yeah... do you know how to bring it up on a phone?" Dean asked tossing me his phone.
"I can work it out..." I said pressing a few keys.
We fallowed the GPS location to a warehouse that looked pretty run down. As we pulled up I noticed a midnight blue Camero parked outside near the door. As I took a closer look it had the same licence plate as the one I just bought when I started uni. I walked over to the Camero and looked at it.
"Oh, this can't be good." Dean said glancing at the building and then me.
"Is this my car?" I asked pointing to the car. Of course, my car was rusty, red and needed a lot of work. This car looked like someone had put a lot of love into it.
"Yeah. But we've kind of gotta a bigger issue here..." Dean said looking to the building.
"Yeah of course... but damn, baby, you're looking good." I said stroking the side of the car as we walked to the buildings door. Dean watched me and smirked as I looked at him confused.
"You are really hot." Dean joked as I started to blush. I went to walk in when Dean grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "He's got a gun and well we don't know what he's going to be like." Dean said plainly.
"I'm not going to shoot your brother if that's what your worried about." I said looking Dean in the eye.
"He might shoot you." Dean said plainly.
"Good point. Baby steps then?" I asked with a small smile.
"Baby steps." Dean nodded and opened the door. We looked around and sure enough Sam was stood in the middle of the place with his gun. It looked like he was talking to Harvey again.
"Sam? Sam!" Dean said getting Sam's attention. He glanced at Sam and then back to us. "Sam, what are you doing?" Dean asked glancing around. Sam pointed his gun to Dean and I went for mine when Dean waved to me, not to. Dean put his hands up. "Whoa, whoa!" Dean said glancing at me to stand still.
"I was with you, Dean!" Sam said waving the gun at Dean.
"Okay. Well, here I am." Dean said softly.
"No. No, I don't, I..." Sam said looking to the left and then back to us. "I can't know that for sure. You understand me?" Sam pleaded looking from me to Dean with tears in his eyes. He was really breaking down.
"Okay Sam. Ok." I said softly, making sure I never took my eyes off him. He had a gun aimed at Dean and I wasn't going to let him shoot Dean.
"Okay, now we're gonna have to start small." Dean said softly.
"I don't remember driving here." Sam said panicked. He looked to his left again and shook his head before shooting at nothing. Both me and Dean jumped slightly, scared by Sam's behaviour.
"Whoa, whoa! Sam! This discussion does not require a weapons discharge!" Dean yelled at Sam. Sam started to breath heavily and he lowered his gun a little. "Look at me. Come on. You don't know what's real? Look man, I've been to Hell. Okay, I know a thing or two about torture. Enough to know that it feels different. Than the pain of this, this regular, stupid, crappy this." Dean said slowly easing his way over to his baby brother.
"No, no, how can you know that for sure?" Sam asked shaking his head.
"Let me see your hand." Dean asked reaching out to Sam's hand. Sam lifted his right hand and Dean shook his head. "No, no. The, the gimp hand! Let me see it." Sam seemed to look at his left again and Dean grabbed the bandaged hand and squeezing it. "Hey. This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now." Dean said shaking Sam's hand a little. "I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!" Dean squeezed a little more and took the barrel of Sam's gun with his spare hand. Sam seemed to look at something at Dean's side. Sam took a sharp breath and winced at the pain. "This is different. Right? Then the crap that's tearing at your walnut? I'm different. Right?" Dean pleaded with Sam. Sam took his hand back and Dean kept hold of the gun. He passed it to me and I quickly took the clip out and slipped the safety back on.
"Yeah, I think so." Sam said watching us. Sam then looked to the side of Dean.
"Sam? Sam." Dean said softly. I watched as Sam pushed on the cut enough to make it bleed. "Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I'm the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy." Dean said pleading with his baby brother. Sam pushed harder on his cut, making it bleed more. "Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?" Dean asked looking Sam dead in the eyes. Sam turned his attention back to Dean.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Sam said nodding. Dean took a deep sigh and glanced back to him. I just nodded softly as Sam's phone rang.
"Bobby, hey." Sam said glancing at us.
"The Sheriff was right. The hospital thing's definitely our kind of thing. I double-barrelled one of them in the morgue. Silver buckshot - no effect. Bled black ooze." Bobby said over the phone.
"Leviathan here?" Sam asked as his eyes widened and he looked at us. The knot in my stomach turned and I repressed a shiver.
"I'm falling back. I'll meet you at the house. We can regroup." Bobby said and hung up. Sam hung up and looked at us.
"Bobby's got a live one." Sam said looking at us.
"Awesome." I said sarcastically.
"Okay, well let's go." Dean said and Sam nodded as we all walked out of the building.
We got out to the cars and I paused by my Camero. She really did look good, even if I did say so myself. I smirked at her and turned to Sam.
"Sam?" I asked softly, tilting my head to one side.
"Yeah?" He answered turning to me.
"You got my keys?" I asked plainly, an innocently sweet smile on my lips.
"Keys, um... I.." Sam started to check his pockets.
"You're gonna drive that pile of rust home?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"Yeah I am." I said folding my arms over my chest, losing my smile.
"Well there's no way she'll keep up with my baby." Dean joked shaking his head.
"I think you'll have trouble keeping up with my baby." I said teasing Dean a little. He paused and grinned at me, one that made his whole face light up.
"Oh, your a funny lady!" Dean joked as Sam pulled some keys from his pocket.
"Here." Sam said throwing me the keys. I caught them and smiled.
"Thanks Sam." I said and then lost my smile. "You drive my car without asking again and you know I'll kick your jolly green giant arse, right?" I said plainly.
"Right." Sam said nervously. I smirked and shook my head.
"Good luck getting that thing out of the parking lot!" Dean teased heading to his Impala.
"How about we race then?" I yelled unlocking my car door.
"Fine! First to Bobby's wins!" Dean yelled back.
"Your on Winchester!" I smirked and climbed into my baby. It was nice to be behind the wheel of my own car. Behind the wheel of something I actually remembered. I mean sure she had some work done, but she was still my baby under all that work and that's what really counts. I started the engine and let her purr for a few seconds before revving her up and shooting out of the parking lot in front of the Impala. The drive to Bobby's was great. I really felt like I had gotten something of myself back. Driving the car, she was exactly how I remembered, the brakes, the accelerator, even the smell. Having something so familiar, it kinda gave me hope you know? It made me think, if I could remember the car, maybe I would start to remember the guys and the last five years more. Dean would edge in front of me and drop back as we raced. The roads were empty and it was nice to just enjoy the ride. We turned the corner to reach Bobby's and my car was in front of Deans. My heart jumped into my throat as I slowed at the site in front of me. Bobby's house was burnt to the ground. There was just a smouldering wreck left.
"Oh god Bobby..." I said in shock as I drove up the drive. "Please... don't be in the building. Please. Please please please." I muttered softly to myself.
I pulled my Camero up onto the drive as Dean pulled up his Impala. We climbed out of the cars in total shock. I couldn't believe it. I glanced at Dean and Sam and they were watching the house in total shock.
"Oh no." Dean said softly walking closer to the house.
"Did he say he how far from home he was?" I asked as we reached the front of the house.
"No." Sam said softly, none of us could tear our eyes off the burnt building. Bobby was meant to be in there. Bobby. He was my only link to who I was and who I had become. I couldn't wrap my mind around loosing him.
"Please don't be home. Please don't be home, please don't be home." I muttered softly to myself as I fallowed Dean into the remains of the house.
"Be careful, it's still hot. I'm gonna try and look upstairs." Dean said glancing at me before walking away. I wondered into where the kitchen should have been and there was nothing. It was burnt to a crisp.
"Please no, no no no." I said carefully lifting ash covered things, to see it there was any sign of Bobby. I continued to look around the house when Dean walked over to me. I turned to him and saw the worry in his eyes. "He can't be in here." I said firmly shaking my head. "He just can't."
"Megan." Dean said walking over to me.
"He can't Dean. He can't ok!" I said getting a little hysterical about it all. Dean wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and pulled Dean a little closer to me.
"Shh, come on." Dean said holding me close. "We haven't found anything that said Bobby was here. So don't start thinking like that ok?" He asked pulling away so that he could look into my eyes.
"If he's gone... Dean... He's all I have left." I said fighting the tears. Sure I'm going to blame it on the smoke, nothing to do with losing Bobby. Of course not...
"We don't know yet." Dean said pulling me closer again and kissing my hair. "We just don't know yet ok..."
We walked out of the house as Sam jogged over to us. He looked at us reflecting the same emotions we had. Sure Bobby meant a hell of a lot to me. But to the guys, it was easy to see the old grump meant just as much, maybe even more.
"Any sign of him?" Sam asked plainly. Dean held up a blackened journal and tossed it back behind him as we walked towards where the workshop should have been.
"That place was torched. Somebody knew what they were doing." Dean said looking from me, to Sam and then a head.
"You think Bobby was back there?" Sam asked and my head shot to him. He gave me a sad smile but I couldn't take it. I looked to the ground and said a silent pray.
"I don't know." Dean admitted as we reached the junk yard. Dean waved to the right and Sam took off in search of Bobby.
"What do you really think?" I asked grabbing Dean's jacket and turning him to me.
"Meg, he... if he was in there. The way it was burnt..." Dean looked down. "We don't know anything until we find his car, or a body. So let's keep looking, ok?"
"Ok Dean." I said sadly and walked by his side as he grabbed his phone.
"Hey, check over there." Dean said pointing to his left.
"Sure..." I said walking off. As I walked a little away I herd Dean talking down his phone.
"You cannot be in that crater back there. I can't... If you're gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car, grab my Long Kiss Goodnight wife and I'm gonna drive all three of us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well not good! Now you said you'd be here. Where are you?" Dean said into his phone.
"Bobby!" I herd Sam yell.
"Bobby!" I yelled looking for him too.
"Bobby!" I herd Dean yell.
We all continued to shout for Bobby moving in and out of the junk yard cars. I squeezed past a small gap in the cars because I thought I spotted Bobby's trucker hat. The hat that never seemed to leave his damn head.
"Bobby?" I asked squeezing through. My jacket got caught on some of the metal that was twisted out of shape. "Damn it!" I growled and took my jacket off, leaving it to hang on the twisted metal. I managed to squeeze through the gap and made my way to the hat. As I got closer I realised, although it was Bobby's hat, no one was attached to it. I bent down and picked it up, looking at it. "Where are you old man?" I asked hugging the hat a little.
"Megan." A male voice said from behind me. I stood up, turning around to see who called my name. A tall man stood there, just watching me. He was in his late thirties with dark hair and eyes and tanned skin. I didn't recognise him, then again, if he was a friend of Bobby's how did I know. He could have been another hunting friend.
"Yes?" I asked standing still as I tried to figure him out. "You a friend of Bobby's?" I asked as the man started to walk towards me.
"I'm not." He said.
"Then... how do you know me?" I asked realising that I was encircled by high piles of scrap cars. As I glanced, I realised it was a trap and I had just walked straight into it. "Craptastic!" I said also realising my phone was in my jacket with my gun. All I had was a knife.
"Megan, I wonder, do you remember me?" The man asked standing straight in front me of.
"Can't say I remember a lot these days." I half joked as my mind raced to figure out a plan to get me away from the dude.
"You were fighting off the skin walkers and the vampires. You were so lost. The only human soul in Purgatory." He laughed and my blood ran cold, remembering what he said as if it happened yesterday. "Then I found you. I brought you back to the rest."
"Leviathan." I hissed feeling my heart beat out of my chest. I was trapped in a very small space with a leviathan. I had two options; scream or fight. Neither looked that promising.
"That's right." He said reaching out and grabbing me by the throat. "Now come with me." He smirked.
He dragged me to the middle of a path in the junk yard. His hand still wrapped around my throat as he stood us there. I grasped at his hand in vein, he was stronger than anything my father had ever prepared me for. My fingers scratched at his skin and I knew it didn't hurt him. I bet it didn't even tickle him. He held me with just enough pressure to make it hurt, but not enough to make me fall unconscious. He wanted me awake. But I really didn't know why. Suddenly I herd Sam's voice.
"Bobby? Bobby!" Sam's yells were close.
"No!" I tried to scream out, desperately clawing at the Leviathan to no effect. Sam walked around the corner and his eyes widened as he saw me stood there being held by my throat.
"Winchester. Congratulations. Apparently you two are competent enough to warrant annihilating. I'd take it as a compliment." The Leviathan grinned lifting me off the floor a little. My toes scraped the floor as I started to gasp for air.
Suddenly someone, Dean, shot the leviathan in the head. But he still didn't let go of me. He stood up straight and I noticed the black ooze coming from his head. He looked at Dean and shook his head a little then changed. His mouth seemed to rip in half, as large jagged teeth appeared in his mouth. His tongue grew longer and split into two as it unwound and seemed to test the air. My heart stopped. It had become everything from my nightmares. It was the thing that was haunting me. Just below the surface, the memory of those things and what it did to me, chilled me to the bone. Seconds later it's face returned to normal and I was thrown far towards the junk cars by Sam. I felt something all too sharp pierce my left shoulder and I let out a yelp. I looked down and a piece of metal was sticking out of my shoulder, blood running down my t-shirt.
I looked up to see the leviathan, grab the gun from Dean before grabbing him and throwing him over towards me. He crashed to the floor with an bone crunching thud and I saw bone sticking out of his leg. At the same time, Sam rushed towards the leviathan and punched it, hurting his hand more then it. But it did knock him back a little, under a car that was on a crane above him. Sam turned to Dean, who had already grabbed the controls.
"Dean, now!" Sam yelled and Dean released the car.
"Look out!" I screamed to Sam as the leviathan got back onto his feet. Sam turned back to see the leviathan hit him in the face with a metal bar, seconds before the car landed on the leviathan. Sam fell backwards on the ground and I could see a nasty cut on his temple. Black goo started to pour out from under the car and I sighed, hopeful that we had killed the thing.
"Hey, Megan, are you ok?" Dean asked dragging himself closer to me and Sam.
"This sharp bit of metal in my shoulder, it kinda hurts a little." I said closing my eyes and trying to pull myself off it. I moved a little and let out an almighty scream.
"You ok?" Dean asked as I opened my eyes and saw he had reached Sam's side.
"Not really." I said letting out a sharp breath. I smashed my head back against the rusted cars and growled a little.
"I don't think you should move." Dean said watching me.
"Agreed." I said loosing the feeling in my left hand. "How's Sam?"
"Sam." Dean said grabbing hold of Sam's shirt and shaking it a little. "Sammy? Hey, come on now. Come on, I'm the one with the broken leg, you got to carry me. Sam!"
"It looks like a nasty cut." I said trying to focus on anything but my pain. Sam laid there as Dean groaned and pulled out his phone.
"This is not going to end well." Dean sighed looking over to me.
Dean had called an ambulance. The crew had put Dean and Sam on stretchers and I was left sitting by Dean's feet, holding a massive woad of bandages over the cut in my shoulder. The metal still sticking out of it. The paramedic was checking on Sam.
"Sam, stay with me, you hear?" Dean said looking at Sam, terrified at what was happening to his baby brother.
"Male, late twenties, head trauma. Signs of increasing intra cranial pressure." The paramedic said into his radio. Suddenly Sam started to fit badly.
"Sam?" "Sammy?" Both me and Dean said at the same time. Dean looked over to me with such fear in his eyes.
"Yeah, he's seizing. Copy that. We're just pulling into Sioux Falls." The paramedic said holding Sam down.
"Sioux Falls? Sioux Falls General? No, no, no. No, you gotta take us somewhere else, anywhere. Please." Dean asked shaking his head.
"Please, we can't go there." I added and the paramedic really didn't look impressed with either of us.
"Yeah, okay, buddy." The paramedic replied ignoring us. Dean growled, knocking his head back against the pillow in distress.
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