Ok well hello everyone! Did anyone catch the last ep? I was laughign so hard I cried my way through it! It was so epic! I loved it! Can't wait to reach that ep hehe! Ok well onwards...
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*disclaimer in chpt 1*
I was stood in a cemetery, the rain was beating down as it always seemed to do in places like that. Five grave stones were in front of me. I knelt into the damp grass and brushed away the weeds from each. My heart jumped into my throat as I looked at the names. First my parents, then my baby brother Doyle, my older brother Gethin and finally my best friend Karl. They had all died because of me. I knew it. I didn't need some ham acting God to tell me. As soon as I remembered, I knew.
"I'm so sorry guys... I'm sorry I forgot. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it." I wept at their graves.
"You could never save anything. You could never stop anything." A voice said from behind me. I turned and saw Dean stood there, his jacket collar turned up, sheltering him from the rain. His hand stuffed into his pockets. He was stood in front of the Impala watching me. I stood up and wiped the tears away from my face. Not that you could tell in the weather if it was tears or just rain.
"They died because of you and me." I said throwing a hand back to the graves.
"They died because a demon took them from you. Not you and not me." Dean replied softly.
"How can you say that?" I scoffed shaking my head slightly. A small smile crossed Deans lips and he shook his head looking down to the floor before looking back up at me.
"You know, deep down, you know its the truth." Dean said watching me.
"It's not the truth! I should have done something, anything to save them." I said walking over to Dean.
"What could you really do Meg?" Dean asked and suddenly the world shifted. I was stood next to Dean in the church watching Alistair strangle the life out of me and Dean.
"I don't want to see this!" I said turning to Dean. He grabbed hold of my shoulders and turned me, making me watch.
"He was trying to save your life." Dean said as I watched Karl walk in and shoot Alistair without a moments hesitation.
"I loved you so much, I couldn't let you die." Karl said, he was now stood behind me. Holding my shoulders. Tears stung as they rolled down my cheeks.
"I let you die." I sobbed facing him. A sad smile crossed Karl's lips before he pulled me closer to him. He smelt just as I remembered. His hug was exactly the same as I remembered.
"You never let anyone die sweetheart." My mother said as I pulled out of her arms. I blinked and I was stood in the warehouse. I watched as Alistair threw my beaten, bloody body to the floor and disappeared. I watched as Dean raced in, screaming my name. He raced over to my body and cradled it in his arms.
"You gave everything you had. You fought every step of the way to keep them safe." Dean said appearing at my side again.
"But it wasn't enough... I still let them die." I said turning and looking up at Dean.
"You couldn't have stopped them dying." Dean said wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into a small hug. "They don't blame you. You shouldn't blame yourself." Dean said kissing my head as he held me close.
I woke up with a start. I looked around the motel room and it took me a few moments to realise just where I was. I had booked into a motel room alone. After the fight with Dean, I really didn't want to share a room with him. I ran a hand over my face and let out a small groan. It was still early, I grabbed a quick shower and changed into some clean clothes. I made my way outside to grab some breakfast when Sam walked out of the room next to me. He was wearing running clothes.
"You're up early." I said with a small smile.
"Just getting some exercise, wanna join me?" Sam asked hoping up and down on the spot to warm up. I looked at him unimpressed for a second and shook my head.
"No, you know what, I'm good." I smirked as we walked out of the motel parking lot. Sam laughed shaking his head at me.
"How are you feeling?" Sam asked with a small smile still on his face.
"I'm... fine." I shrugged.
"Fine? Really?" Sam asked giving me the unimpressed look.
"Look, I just... I need time to figure out all these new memories and emotions. It's all kinda crazy up here still." I said pointing to my temple.
"I know. But if you need to talk-" Sam said throwing me the puppy dog look.
"You're here. I know. Now go run..." I said shooing Sam away.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. But seriously Meg, we should talk about it." Sam said grabbing hold of my hands.
"Sam, it's not as easy as a talk will fix everything." I said with a sad smile.
"It will help though." Sam said throwing the puppy dog eyes at me again. I groaned rolling my own eyes.
"Later, go run." I sighed softly.
"I'll catch you later." Sam smirked before jogging off.
"Not if I'm in a car." I muttered to myself as I walked to the nearest dinner and grabbed breakfast.
After a nice warm breakfast and a few cups of tea I paid up and walked back to the motel. I decided to chance it and see if Sam was back in the room. I had been a good hour and expected him to be back. I walked over to the rooms and knocked on the door. I waited a few moments and then the door opened.
"Megan." Dean said plainly.
"Sam back?" I asked with the same level of monotone.
"No." Dean said opening the door a little. "But I think I found a hunt."
"Yay! Killing things." I said slightly sarcastically walking into the room. Dean looked rougher than usual. He had circles around his eyes, and looked dead to the world. I walked over to the table where his laptop was set up, I noticed a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass on the table. I turned to Dean, resting on the back of one of the chairs. "You get any sleep?" I asked plainly.
"Did you?" Dean asked looking at me. I guess I looked as good as Dean did. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded a little.
"Enough to get me by." I admitted.
"Me too." Dean said with a nod. He walked past me and sat at the table, typing at a few keys.
"So this hunt?" I asked sitting down next to Dean. He pushed the laptop over to me and I scanned the page. "Second of two freaky deaths in two weeks, Prosperity, Indiana. Wendy Goodson, 36, resident of Prosperity, IN was burnt alive while having her hair done at her local hair dresser. Her charred remains indicate electrocution, yet investigators state there were no malfunctions to be found in the dryer or the electrical system of the salon. The electrical system was brand new and inspected recently by the city's building inspectors. Police is listing Goodson's death as accidental electrocution, however, there remains many questions to be answered. Goodwin's family is bereft and remains vigilant in demanding answers to her untimely death." I turned to Dean and he nodded to me.
"Told you, found a hunt." Dean said pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
"It could just be an accident." I sighed as I watched Dean drink the glass down in one shot.
"Or more likely it's a case. I thought you'd jump at the chance to kill something." Dean said watching me, watch him pour himself another shot.
"Why?" I asked plainly.
"Our big blow out. You were pissed at me." Dean said tilting the glass before drinking the shot off.
"You didn't want to be around me, yet here we are." I said with a small shrug.
"Good point. Maybe this hunt will do us both good." Dean suggested with a shrug.
"I doubt it." I sighed watching Sam room past the window. Dean poured himself the last of the whiskey out of the bottle as Sam walked into the room panting.
"Somebody better be chasing you." Dean said dryly.
"It's good for you." Sam said panting, he noticed me and I smiled at him.
"No. No, it's not good for you. Look at you. You're, you're a mess, and you stink. Well, while you were out being Lance Armstrong..." Dean stated as Sam went to the fridge and pulled out a sports drink.
"That would be biking." Sam muttered.
"...I was working. You ever heard of a town called Prosperity, Indiana?" Dean asked plainly.
"Has anybody?" Sam asked walking back over to us.
"We have." I said in a smart arse voice and Dean smirked. Sam rolled his eyes at me and sighed.
"Two of their fine citizens died over the past two weeks. Uh, this one chick, she, uh, roasted underneath one of those beehive hair dryers at the hair salon..." Dean said showing Sam the page I was just reading. He then hit another key and brought up another page.
"Residents of Prosperity Indiana are shocked at the deaths of one of their residents. Carl Dunlop, 42, of Prosperity IN, died in a hot tub from hypothermia. For unknown reasons, Carl was unable to get out of the seemingly normally functioning hot tub and was essentially cook alive inside the hot tub. Investigators having scoured the crime scene could find no mechanical failure or other causes for the bizarre accident. Carl's body indicated severe temperature rises but there was no mechanical justification for the death. Police concluded that there were no indications of foul play." I read out loud.
"...and this other guy boiled in a hot tub." Dean stated to Sam.
"You don't see a lot of that." Sam stated looking at me and Dean.
"No, you don't." Dean stated plainly.
"It's worth checking out." Sam said softly, and turned to get something.
"Yeah." Dean stated. I stood up as Sam turned back to face Dean.
"You know, one more thing. What's going on with you?" Sam asked.
"And that's my queue to leave." I said softly.
"We have had this conversation, Sam." Dean said almost glaring at his baby brother.
"No, we haven't. See, to do that, you'd have to, uh, sort of...speak." Sam said sarcastically. I tried to leave, but Sam was blocking the path.
"Okay, let's see if you can get this straight. See you're, you're new Sam, right, Lance Armstrong." Dean explained.
"Biking." Sam interrupted.
"And, uh, and I'm still me, okay? All right, so, so, you might see things different now, uh, call it a runner's high or some crap, but that doesn't mean that some thing's going on with me, okay?" Dean said firmly.
"Yeah, okay." Sam said looking at Dean.
"No, don't say, yeah, okay, like, yeah, okay." Dean said rolling his eyes at his baby brother. Sam nodded and walked away.
"Yeah, okay." Sam said in the same tone as Dean was getting out.
"Can you believe him?" Dean asked me. I threw my hands up.
"I'm leaving..." I said and made a quick exit.
I had just finished packing up the last of my things when Sam walked into my room, his eyebrows frowning slightly. I sighed, sitting on the bed.
"You think he's acting weird too, right?" Sam asked, stopping just short of me.
"Well yeah." I said standing up.
"Thank you!" Sam said with a softer expression on his face.
"But doesn't mean he can't deal with it." I shrugged.
"You're joking right?" Sam scoffed. "He's drinking himself to death."
"Sam, it's really not my business." I said plainly.
"How can you say that?" Sam asked confused.
"Easy. I don't care." I said coldly and Sam took a step back gasping almost.
"You don't care?" Sam asked confused.
"Look, I like you. But Dean... all I really remember about him. It isn't good things Sam. Then we had a fight. He doesn't want me around. Not really. And if I'm honest with myself. I have no idea what I'm doing staying? I could hunt alone. I don't know what's keeping me here." I explained softly.
"But, but your family." Sam said softly, throwing me the puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not. I don't remember you guys as my family." I said softly. Plus family don't keep secrets from each other. "I don't have any family. Bobby's probably the closest thing I have."
"Then what? What are you going to do?" Sam asked me.
"Well right now, do this hunt. But after this... I've been thinking of picking up my Camero from Bobby's and hitting the road alone." I explained. Ever since Dean said he didn't want me around. The idea of leaving the Winchesters, it really didn't sound so bad.
"You want to leave?" Sam asked confused.
"I can handle myself. Why not?" I asked.
"But Megan-" Sam started to say when Dean honked the Impala.
"Come on, let's get this hunt over with." I said picking up my bags.
"Are you even going to tell Dean?" Sam asked as I hitched my bag onto my shoulder.
"Probably not." I replied plainly.
We hit the town and changed into the FBI suits. Sam dragged me along with him. I knew after we talked to the victims sister he would want to talk to me more about leaving. I was just hoping the case would be fast enough to keep us busy.
"I'm very sorry. I, I know this is a tough time to have to talk about all this." Sam said throwing Wendy's sister his puppy dog look.
"I've already been through it so many times with the lawyers, the police, the insurance guys." She explained looking from Sam to me.
"I know. We know. We just, we have to conduct our own separate investigation. I'm sorry. I know it's tough. Can I ask you, um, did your sister have any enemies?" I asked softly.
"Why do you ask that? You think her death wasn't accidental?" Wendy's sister asked us looking distressed.
"No. No, no, no. We just have to consider every possibility. Is there anyone who might have wanted to harm her?" Sam asked throwing her the puppy dog look again.
"You don't live here, so you don't know. Everyone...loved Wendy. She volunteered at the church. She ran a group for kids. I was the big sister, and I looked up to her." Wendy's sister admitted with a sob.
"What about this man who died Carl Dunlap? Did she know him?" I asked softly, glancing at Sam.
"I don't think so." Wendy's sister replied looking at me.
"Well, Wendy was in real estate, right? Carl was an architect. Maybe they had some business dealings?" Sam suggested.
"If they had worked together, I would've heard the name. Agent Sambora... If someone did this to my sister, find out who." She said looking up at Sam.
"We, we will." Sam said and we left. We walked down the street spit balling the ideas for who or what might have wanted to kill all the people in the town.
"Ghosts, I mean they all work in real-estate, maybe they're working on a burial ground?" I suggested with a shrug.
"Maybe, but wouldn't the ghost kill them all in the same way?" Sam asked and I sighed.
"We need to see if Dean's turned anything up." I admitted, stuffing my hands into my pockets. We walked in silence for a little while until Sam cleared his throat.
"You need to tell him, you're planning on leaving after the hunt." Sam said and I turned to him.
"No I don't." I replied firmly.
"You really do." Sam said.
"He doesn't want me here." I said shaking my head.
"You don't know-" Sam started to say.
"He told me! He told me Sam. He said he couldn't stand being around me any more. So I'm giving him what he wants. What we both want." I said and started walking again. A few moments later Sam grabbed my arm.
"What? When did he say this?" Sam asked letting go of my arm. I pushed my hair out of my face and sighed.
"Back when he was about to die. He told me he wanted to me to go. So I'm going." I said firmly.
"He was hurting. I don't think-" Sam started to say and I shook my head.
"Just drop it Sam." I said just as Sam's phone began to ring. He put it on speaker phone and Dean explained what he had found out.
"Wait. What kind of a coin?" Sam asked confused.
"It's not American. I don't know where it's from. It was wedged back behind one of those machines. Somebody could have dropped it. Of course, they don't have pockets in those robe thingies that they make you wear." Dean explained. Both me and Sam couldn't help but laugh a little at his comment.
"I didn't realize you were such a spa expert." Sam teased.
"Shut up. I observe with my eyes." Dean replied and I could almost tell he was rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say. So, you thinking it must be some kind of hex talisman?" Sam asked.
"Uh, maybe." Dean sighed.
"All right. Pick us up." Sam sighed.
"Why don't you just run home, Lance?" Dean teased.
"Dean-" Sam sighed.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a bit." Dean laughed before hanging up.
When Dean finally came and picked us up we heard of another freaky murder just outside of town. Dean drove us to the crime scene and we climbed out. We showed our badges to the police and went to the site to check things out. I hung back with Dean to hear when the policeman outside had to say as Sam checked out the portable toilet where the dude had been killed.
"So, what do we know about the vic?" Dean asked as we reached the policeman.
"Dewey Stevens- owner, Dewey Stevens Construction, biggest outfit in town. Rotarian, Methodist, tenor, blue-ribbon pecan pie champ, asthmatic." The policeman racked off the list. Both me and Dean just stared at the policeman in disbelief. "We're a close-knit community." The policeman said clearing his throat. I nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I get that. Um, this, um, pillar of the community..." I said turning to the crime scene.
"He was taking a leak before he, uh, sprung a few?" Dean said finishing my sentence. I turned to Dean and he gave me a quick wink.
"The crew had gone for the day. Site was shut down." The policeman explained. We took a closer look at the body. There were nails in all of his body, and one in each eye.
"Anything unusual besides the nails in the eyes?" I asked turning to the policeman.
"Well, we're still trying to figure out where they plugged in the nail gun, seeing as there's no generator on the truck." He explained pointing to the nail gun laying on the floor near nothing.
"Well, when you figure that out, let us know." Dean said patting the cop on the shoulder before walking into the portable toilet again.
"Did you really need to be sarcastic to the man?"I huffed watching as Dean picked up another coin.
"Yeah." He said plainly as we walked into the portable building where Sam had gone into.
"Jerk." I muttered under my breath as we entered. Sam looked up from a laptop and grunted at the pair of us.
"So, another victim everybody likes." Dean explained.
"Not everybody." Sam said looking up from the laptop.
"Another physically impossible death. You got any ideas?" Dean asked.
"Cirque du Soleil?" Sam said sarcastically.
"Oh, I, uh, found another one of these, just like at the, uh, the hair-dryer/brain-roast." Dean said passing Sam the coin.
"And I found a connection with all the vics. Um, these e-mail logs show Wendy, the real-estate chick, uh, Carl, the architect, and this Dewey guy were all working on a shopping centre project together." Sam explained showing us the laptop.
"Why didn't we know about that?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"I- Well, it all fell apart for some reason. I mean, there are these e-mails back and forth, pretty hot and heavy, and suddenly they just stopped." Sam explained.
"So, everybody working on this project has died?" I asked confused.
"Well, not yet. Um, they were working with a developer, a guy named Don Stark." Sam explained.
"Don Stark? Why do I know that name?" Dean asked us as he tried to recall the name.
We found just how Dean knew the name. There was a bust of the man outside of a building. He was the founder of a charity foundation. There was a poster on a wall near by, advertising an art auction run by The Margaret Stark Charity Foundation.
"Man, this Stark guy is really plugged in, huh?" Sam asked looking at us.
"So, all the players in this- this shopping centre project have either fried, boiled, or kebabbed. He could be next." Dean said taking out a flask and unscrewing the lid.
"Really? From a freaking flask? What are you, bad Santa? On the job?" Sam scoffed at Dean. He looked at Sam and then me.
"We're always on the job." Dean said before taking a sip. Sam's phone went off and he read the message.
"All right. Bobby e-mailed back. I sent him a few pics of those coins you found. He says the writing is Romanian cyrillic, used only in the mid-15th to the 19th century. Apparently, it's an antique Wallachian ducat." Sam explained to us.
"So, we're looking for an old Romanian?" Dean asked confused.
"Romanian witch?" I asked. Sam turned to me then looked at the plants behind me. There were all dead just around the base of the bust of Don Stark.
"You know, is it just me, or is this really weird?" Sam said looking at the dead plants.
"Huh. I've seen this once before, where t-the plants are all dead in one spot." Dean said turning to us.
"Where?" I asked confused.
"A bus bench with Wendy Goodson's picture on it. I mean, I'm no expert, but I don't think plants are supposed to act like this." Dean added looking at us. It was a lead at least.
We went Don Starks house and he lead us into his office. We stood in a line talking to the man.
"If the bureau's involved, I assume you think all three were murdered." Don said looking at all of us. He seemed to spend a little more time looking at me, but then again I was the only female in the room and I got the vibe Mr Stark liked the ladies.
"It's looking that way, yes." Dean said breaking Don from his stare of me.
"Now, Mr. Stark, you had a relationship with all three victims, correct?" Sam asked plainly.
"Oh, I knew them in business circles, I guess, sure." Don said with a shrug.
"And you were all involved in a shopping centre project. Why'd that fall through?" I asked plainly. Don smiled at me.
"That's a pretty accent there." Don said and I just held a plain face. "Uh, t-these things happen." Don quick added. A blonde young woman appeared and knocked on the doorway.
"Oh. Jenny. These people are from the FBI. Jenny Klein, my assistant." Don said introducing us.
"Hi, there. Okay, Don, I'm off to the cleaner's, and then I'm gonna stop at Beaman, Beaman, and Beaman for the revised contracts." Jenny said with a smile.
"Hurry on back. You know how things fall apart without you." Don said with a smile.
"Oh, I baked you some cupcakes – coconut."Jenny said with a laugh.
"Coconut - you're too good to me, Jenny." Don said with a warm smile.
"I'll see you soon." Jenny said with a quick wave and walked away. It was clear why she was employed. She was attractive and baked him cupcakes. We all must have been giving Don the same expression because he cleared his throat and looked guilty as sin.
"She bakes cupcakes." Don said quickly.
"Yummy." Dean said sarcastically.
"You know, could you point me to the rest room? I had a little bit too much java." Sam asked quickly.
"Yeah, around the corner, down the hall." Don replied.
"Thanks." Sam said leaving the room, making sure he caught our eyes before leaving. He was going for a look around.
"So, uh, usually in cases like these-" Dean started to say when Don cut him off.
"Are there cases like these?" Don asked confused.
"Oh, you'd be surprised. Uh, we start out with the basics." Dean explained.
"You have any business rivals?" I asked softly, with a small smile.
"Sure, tons. You know, real estate's brutal." Don said with a small chuckle.
"Well, that was easy." Dean said slightly sarcastically.
"On the other hand, I've demonstrated my love for this town, and I think it's safe to say I'm respected for what I've done here." Don explained with a warm smile.
"And just what have you done?" I asked flirting slightly with Don. He led me and Dean over to a framed award. It was a Citizen of the Year award.
"Yeah, one of my real treasures." Don said proudly. Dean looked at a few other pictures.
"To Don - take no prisoners. D. Trump. The Trumpster! Wow." Dean said impressed with Don.
"Like I said, success breeds fierce competition..." Don said with a chuckle as Sam reappeared in the room. "... but in the end, everyone here respects and admires me."
"Including your wife?" Sam asked and we all turned to Sam waiting for him to explain more. "Sorry. It's just, we heard the two of you were splitting up, right?"
"Yeah, that's, uh - that's what we heard." Dean added and I forced myself not to roll my eyes at him.
"Yeah, Maggie and I are going through a tough time. It's a separation – temporary. Sometimes, you know, you grow apart. It's no one's fault." Don explained, more to me than the others.
"And how would you describe the, uh - the issues between you and your wife?" Sam asked plainly.
"It's just one of those marital misunderstandings, you know." Don said looking at the guys.
"No, I'm sorry. I don't." Sam said plainly. Don shifted his weight uncomfortably.
"It's one of those vague, hard-to-define passages." Don said looking down.
"She caught you cheating, huh? I couldn't help but notice, uh, things were kind of cordial between you and your assistant. Pretty good with the ladies there, Mr. Stark? It's a blessing and a curse, isn't it?" Dean said and looked over at me. This time I did roll my eyes at him.
"Guys, I'm a people person, and I admire dynamic, confident women." Don said glancing at me.
"I am in this room." I stated folding my arms over my chest.
"Admire?" Sam asked.
"Okay, look - it's true I had a recent... little thing with a business associate, but that's all it was." Don said quickly.
"A thing?" I asked dryly.
"Yeah." Don said plainly.
"Like a - like a shoe or a golf club." Sam said.
"Right. Like a waffle iron." Dean added.
"Yeah." Sam said with a nod.
"Yeah. No, see, Don, uh, wives generally think of an affair as something more than a thing." Dean explained.
"Yes, and when Maggie found out about it, she needed some time off, temporarily." Don admitted.
"Hmm. Now, if we were to guess that the, uh, uh, business associate was Wendy Goodson, would we win the weekend trip to Maui?" Dean asked plainly.
"No, her death had nothing to do with the affair. It was over long before her accident." Don said quickly.
"If it was an accident." I added softly.
"You're not implying that Maggie was behind this." Don asked looking at all of us shocked.
"No, we're not implying anything. We're just saying... you should be careful. And take her to dinner and apologize." Sam explained.
"Yeah, and, uh, grovel. Wouldn't hurt." Dean added.
"Oh, and check yourself, when your looking at other women, that wouldn't hurt either." I added before we walked out of the house.
"Found a bunch of hex junk in their stuff - clearly her thing. And the empty closet didn't seem like she was coming back any time soon." Sam explained, he glanced around and we all noticed the dead plants near by.
"So, Don admires Wendy, biblically, Wendy dies weird, and the scorned wife is into the dark stuff." Dean explained.
"While Don's just in the dark." I added with a sigh.
"Hmm. It's kind of like Bewitched. You know, Don's Darrin, doesn't even know it. A lot of laughs until, uh, you cheat on your wife." Dean said with a smirk.
"A Bewitched reference. Really?" Sam asked shocked.
"Dude, Nicole Kidman was in the remake. Redhead. Hello!" Dean said and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Look at all these dead plants, it's freaky." I added looking at the dead greenery.
"Huh. It's kind of like the real-estate lady's place and Don's statue thing." Dean explained.
"You know, if she's strong enough, just being pissed off is enough to send some pretty bad vibes their way." Sam suggested. Dean pulled out his phone.
"Literally kill off everything around her just by pms-ing at it. Eh. That's not creepy at all." Dean said with a shudder. "Bobby, hey, it's Dean. Listen - Winchester. Yeah, very funny. So, we need our kind of terminix. A witch. Yeah, we're headed over to her place to get you some more specifics, so if you could just, uh - y- thank y-" Dean said hanging up. "He's on it." Dean explained and we climbed into the Impala.
We drove to a leased house where we figured Maggie Stark was staying. It wasn't hard to find her place. Me and Dean went into the house to check it out as quickly as possibly as Sam waited outside for us. The place was full of moving boxes.
"Upstairs?" I asked looking up the stairs.
"Thought you'd never ask." Dean replied with a wink. I groaned fallowing him up the stairs. I went into the master bedroom and into the closet. Dean walked in as I found an alter with witchcraft materials and photographs of Carl Dunlop, Dewey Stevens and Wendy Goodson.
"What is that?" I asked looking at the red marks on the photos.
"That, is blood." Dean confirmed as I put the photos back. "I guess it's safe to say she's doing the cursing."
"Awesome." I said rolling my eyes. Dean picked up an unmarked picture of Jenny with her library card near by.
"Don, keep it in your pants, man." Dean said softly.
"I doubt he knows how to." I sighed softly.
"You taking her side in killing people?" Dean asked me confused.
"No, I'm just saying, I understand being angry at someone." I said plainly.
"This is about Sam." Dean said dryly.
"You have to tell him." I said looking Dean dead in the eyes.
"He wont understand." Dean replied looking away.
"You have to give him that choice." I sighed.
"It's not-" Dean was cut off by the sound of an alarm close by. We ran to the window and saw Maggie Stark walking back towards Sam.
"We need to move." I said before rushing back downstairs. I ran down the steps and then tried to figure out where to stand. Suddenly the door started to open. Dean grabbed hold of me, pulling me behind the door, resting close to him. My heart raced being so close to him, I'm going to blame it on the danger of the moment. She walked into another room and we took that as I chance to get out of there. We ran down to the front of the house were Sam was waiting by the Impala.
"Spoiler alert." Dean said passing Sam the picture of Jenny.
"Jenny Klein's next. Swiped her photo off a hex deck, but Maggie's gonna notice it's gone eventually. We got to get over to Jenny's." I added as we climbed into the car and drove away.
We raced to Jenny's apartment. We didn't really have much of a plan, generally get to get the hell out of dodge and then we would go after Maggie. It was the rough plan anyway. We got there and knocked on Jenny's door. There was no answer.
"Are we too late?" I asked looking at the two Winchesters.
"Jenny! Open up!" Sam yelled slamming his fist on the door. There was still no answer.
"Forget this!" Dean groaned and kicked the door in. Jenny was over the sink choking on something bloody. We rushed over to her, she was coughing so much.
"Find the coin, now!" Dean yelled to Sam. I grabbed hold of Jenny and sat her down on the floor while the guys looked all over the flat for the coin.
"Come on, guys!" I yelled as I tried to help Jenny. Not that there was anything I could really do. Sam slammed the coin down on the counter and pulled out his gun. He shot it to pieces as I covered Jenny. We got her to calm down, and sit on the sofa. She was kind of hysterical though, and I couldn't blame her. If I was eating living hearts inside cupcakes it would freak me out too. Or it would do if I didn't live this life.
"There were tiny beating hearts in my cupcakes. There were hearts in my cupcakes, hearts in my cupcakes!" Jenny said sitting up and looking over at us as she became more hysterical. "That's never happened before! Hearts in my cupcakes!"
"Should I slug her?" Dean asked glancing at me and Sam. I gave Dean a disapproving look and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Give it a second." Sam said softly.
"Oh, my God. What just happened?" Jenny asked looking at us.
"You were hexed." I said softly as we all walked over to Jenny.
"Hexed? Who are you people? What the hell do I do?" Jenny asked panicked.
"What you do is you go in there and you pack a bag, you get in your car, and you go." Dean said pointing towards Jenny's bedroom.
"Go where?" She asked looking at us clueless.
"It doesn't matter. Look, 500 or 600 miles ought to do it. You got someone real powerful real pissed, and they're trying to get rid of you now. In line with that, you might want to cool things with Don Stark." Sam said plainly.
"Don Stark? What are you talking about?" Jenny asked confused.
"You and Don. You know." Dean said raising his eyebrows.
"You know? There's no you know." Jenny said shaking her head.
"No?" I asked plainly.
"Don Stark is my boss. That's it. He's married, for God sakes." Jenny said disgusted at even being accused of sleeping with the boss.
"Yeah, well..." Dean said letting the sentence hang.
"Me and Don Stark. Eww." Jenny said shaking her head.
We got Jenny out of the state for her own safety. Just because we stopped Maggie once didn't mean she wouldn't try again. Once we knew she was safe and out of the way we started to fallow the Starks as we tried to figure out how we were going to take out Maggie. We watched as Don left the building hosting the art charity event. The plants are the bust of him were still dead. Don seemed to notice and as he did the bust itself started to shake. The bust cracked and the head of Don fell to the floor in two pieces. Don looked up to a window and saw Maggie stood there. He didn't look impressed as he got into his car and drove off.
"Now she's just getting nasty. Killing the girlfriend is one thing, but his commemorative bust? That's got to hurt." Dean stated as we watched the events play out.
"She'll take the whole town out, Dean. She don't care who gets in the way." Sam sighed as Dean's phone rang.
"She's gonna be tricky to take down." I added as Dean picked up his phone.
"Hey, Bobby. What do you got? Yeah? You think it'll take her out? All right. No, I don't need to write it down. I'll remember. Go ahead. Mm-hmm. The - wait. Hang on. Hang on." Dean turned to Sam and gestured for a pen and paper. I sighed rolling my eyes, Sam had a similar expression on his face. "Yeah? Wait. Wa- ho- ho- hold on. Hold on. Hold on." Dean said as Sam passed over a diner menu and pen. "Okay, what was the, uh - what was that last one? Right. Uh-huh. I'll remember. It's fine." Dean said scribbling away.
I voted to stay in the motel room rather than have Sam try and convince me to stay. I wasn't sure it was the best idea. It was more a lesser of two evils situation. I yawned as I sat opposite Dean at the table.
"Get some sleep." Dean said nodding his head to the bed. I shook my head, getting up and walking over to the coffee.
"It's fine. I'll just grab a drink." I said looking around for a cup. Dean got up and walked behind me. I reached out for the cup and he put his hand over mine. I turned to face him and realised there was next to no gap between us. My heart raced being so close to him. My feelings for Dean were so all over the place. It was hurting my head to keep up.
"Go sleep." He whispered looking into my eyes. His green eyes looked so kind, so caring, so full of love and warm. They didn't look like the eyes of someone who didn't want me around.
"Dean-" I started to say when he shook his head.
"Sleep." He insisted. He walked me over to the bed and watched as I kicked my shoes off and crawled up.
"I wish you'd stop being nice to me." I said with a yawn. Dean chuckled a little and folded his arms over his chest.
"Why?" He asked softly with a smile.
"Makes it harder to stay mad at you." I sighed as I closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep.
I was stood in a room. I think it was Bobby's old house. I was looking at a book, it was about demons. A particularly evil demon by the name of Alistair. I'd tangled with him once, and he killed my family. I was going to kill the son of a bitch. I was going to get revenge.
"Whatcha reading?" Dean asked leaning on the door frame. I shut the book and tried to look innocent.
"Just a book." I said with a shrug. Dean raised his eyebrow and walked into the room more. He reached for the book but I slapped his hand away. "I'm reading it."
"Megan, what is it?" He asked tugging on the book a little. I sighed letting it go and got to my feet. "It's not-" I started to say when Dean flicked through the pages.
"You can't kill him." Dean said plainly and turned to me.
"He killed my family. I am going to kill him. They, they... because of me." I said as I felt the sting of tears in my eyes. Dean put the book down and walked over to me.
"They didn't die because of you." Dean said and I looked down to the floor as a tear escaped. I didn't want to cry any more. I wanted to take action. I felt Dean put his hand under my chin and lift my head back up so I could see his eyes. "You aren't to blame. Believe me, I've seen enough to know."
"Dean..." I whispered out his name as a sad smile crossed his lips. The way Dean looked into my eyes, the honest in his voice. I believed him. I believed what he said. It wasn't my fault.
"I know. I know, and it will get better. When WE get this bastard." Dean said wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and sobbed on his chest.
I woke up and looked around, Dean was sat eating some pie. I smirked a little to myself before he noticed I was up. He turned to me with the folk hovering round his open mouth.
"Nice pie?" I smirked as I rubbed my eyes and sat opposite him. Sure, you are a dick. You do duchy things. You really need to tell Sam you killed Amy. And you probably can't stand me being around. But apart from that whole layer of being a douche... You aren't that bad Winchester. You are an actually descent human being. I... I trusted your word once. Took it as gospel. And now... I.. think I might-
"What are you thinking?" Dean asked with a mouthful of pie.
"Pardon?" I asked blinking.
"You were thinking." Dean said as he swallowed his pie. "What were you thinking?"
"How'd you know?" I asked confused. Dean smirked and for a second my heart raced a little.
"I know you sweetheart." He said with a wink. "Every time you think, you bite the bottom left of your lip just a little and your thumbs tap on something." I blushed a little at being busted so easy. Dean let out a small chuckle and shook his head. "So what were you thinking?"
"I um," I looked down at the table and back into Dean's green eyes. "I was just," I looked at the pie. "I was wondering what was taking Sam so long?" I lied and just on queue Sam walked through the door.
"Dude. Pie." Dean said smirking at the pie in front of him. Sam put a plastic bag down next to us and I had to turn my head away. The smell was disgusting. "Ugh. That is -"
"Chicken feet, just like the recipe calls for. Butcher's fridge is down." Sam explained as he walked over to the other spell items and started to set things up.
"I can smell that." Dean said dropping his folk and looking disgusted.
"I think I might be sick..." I said holding a hand over my mouth. Dean and me traded similar looks of distaste and turned to Sam.
"Uh, says the power's been wonky and that he's lost so much product, he probably won't make rent. Ditto every shop on the block - nothing but burst pipes and blackouts." Sam explained
"Huh." Dean asked looking at the bag of feet.
"He says it's like all of a sudden, the town ran out of luck." Sam carried on explaining.
"So, coincidence, right?" Dean asked picking up the bag of feet, holding as little as possible and walked over to Sam.
"Uh...yeah. We're past the point of dead flowers." Sam said still setting things up.
"What can I say? I guess the witch is pissed. All right, let's, uh - we better get a move on here. Why don't you just..." Dean asked holding the bag out at arms length. "C-can you take the feet?" Dean begged as Sam panicked and held the bowl out. Dean dropped the feet in and back away like it was the plague.
"Ugh." Sam said catching the smell of the feet again.
We got the spell ready and headed over to the art house auction to find and hopefully kill Maggie Stark. However as we pulled up we noticed there was cops everywhere.
"What the hell?" Dean asked as we got out of the Impala. We went in side and flashed our FBI badges at the cop on the door. As we walked inside we saw just what had happened. The paintings had all melted and the biggest thing was the decapitated body on the floor. "Whoa. Clean-up on aisle 7." Dean said to us softly.
"Well I guess it's escalating." I sighed softly looking around.
"Okay, I don't guess she'd do this to her own auction." Sam added.
"No, obviously it was someone who hated her guts and wanted her party trashed." Dean replied looking at us.
"Don Stark." Both me and Sam said at the same time. We headed back out, planning on getting the two together so we could end it.
"So, the mister's a witch, himself. That means we got not just one pissed-off witch. We've got two. It's full-on War of the Roses." Dean said as we walked back to the Impala.
"Bewitched just got a lot less funny." Sam added as we walked.
"It's like when they switched Darrins." Dean asked softly as we climbed into the Impala.
We drove to the Stark house and camped out waiting for Maggie to show. We knew Don was already inside.
"Where is she?" Sam asked impatiently.
"She'll be here. They've been throwing thunderbolts at each other's favourite toys. There's nothing left to destroy but each other. This is basically ground zero." Dean said looking over at me and Sam.
"I hope so. We're gonna need them both in the same place if we're gonna take them down." Sam explained.
"Let's hope we can just get the drop." I sighed as Maggie Stark drove up.
"Screens up, Captain." Dean said as we all ducked down so that she didn't see us. I don't think she even cared. She looked like a woman on a mission driving up the private drive.
We got everything we needed and burst through the door carrying a bowl.
"Furor divina virtute in infernum eam detrude!" Dean cried out as Sam lit a match and dropped it in the bowl. A ball of white smoke and steam rose up and then nothing. The Stark family were still stood there looking at us unimpressed.
"Let me guess - chicken feet? Not chilled?" Maggie asked.
"Nice..." I said under my breath.
"For obvious reasons, you won't be leaving this room." Don said putting his glass down and getting up. Standing next to Maggie. "Well, you will be leaving -just not alive. Maggie?" Don said as the pair lifted their arms and spoke in unison.
"Puterea magiei negre..." The pair started to chant.
"What now?" I asked looking at the others panicked.
"Okay, plan B." Sam said with a nod.
"We had a plan B?" I asked confused.
"What's plan B?" Dean asked.
"Talking." Sam said nervously.
"...La suferinta..." The pair continued.
"Now? Really?" Dean asked shocked.
"This is obviously a domestic dispute. So if you can't kill them, counsel them." Sam said with a shrug.
"Yeah. You know what? Not my area!" Dean said shaking his head.
"You think?" I asked and shook my head.
"Supune-te ordinelor mele-" The pair continued raising their hands to us.
"Okay, okay, okay. Uh..." Dean said putting the bowl down on a chair. "Look- obviously, you two are capable of wiping each other out, right? But you haven't, huh? Which means that you two- you still value whatever it is you got. A-and you want keep that dance going. Maybe it's- maybe it's punishment. Maybe it's- it's sick, messed-up, erotic, kinky, clamps and feathers kind of love." Dean said as he started to rant slightly.
"Not helping." I muttered under my breath and Dean looked at me confused.
"Okay, okay, t-that's - that's going way too deep, there, cowboy. Look, what he's trying to say is that, is that you two - whatever it is you have, you're bonded." Sam said trying to make the Starks less angry.
"Are you out of your mind? He cheated on me, humiliated me." Maggie snapped.
"And it is humiliating being cheated on. No one is arguing that fact." I said and Maggie smiled at me, where as Don frown.
"We're not trying to say what Don did was right. When a relationship cracks, usually both parties have a hand in it." Sam added making Don smile a little and Maggie frown.
"Indeed." Don said with a nod to Maggie.
"You're defending him?" Maggie asked shocked and mad at Sam. She reached a hand out to Sam making him fall down to the floor in pain.
"Ugh!" Sam cried out, holding his chest.
"Whoa! Okay, okay! Okay, look- n-nobody can defend Don. Right? Uh, totally. But, uh, we get that you feel betrayed...because you were." Dean added making Maggie less mad.
"Don't suck up to her." Don said putting an arm out and making Dean fly into a glass door behind him.
"Whoa! Take it easy! You both have the right to feel hurt! Maybe Maggie didn't spend enough time with you, but maybe you gave into temptation too easily!" I said holding my hands up.
"Temptation? I never-" Don started to argue.
"Ha! Yeah right! Anything with a pulse and you'd jump on it!" Maggie yelled. "I bet you hit on her!" Maggie said pointing to me.
"Maggie-" Don said softly.
"You did!" Maggie said and turned to me, flying a hand out in my direction. I dropped to the floor as if my chest was being hugged by a bear. The pain shot through my sides and I gasped for air. "I was betrayed by all of them. Carl introduced you to Wendy. Dewey covered for you. Wendy did you!" Maggie yelled at Don.
"Okay, okay, look-" Sam said getting to his feet. "I got to say I, I don't think Don was lying when he said he regrets the whole Wendy thing."
"Thing? Sit down." Maggie snapped, making a hand motion, and Sam fell to the floor again.
"Aagh! Ugh! Yeah, affair - that's right, terrible." Sam said rolling around in pain.
"I think the only thing he regrets is getting caught." Maggie snapped.
"Wendy was nothing to me. It was over as soon as it started." Don explained to Maggie.
"She was part of a pattern, okay? I've had 800 years of this. Do not make me bring up the Renaissance!" Maggie snapped.
"Oh! Oh! You're one to talk. 1492 ring any bells?" Don asked shaking his head.
"The man was about to set sail! He could possibly fall off of the edge of the earth. I took pity. So, what's your excuse?" Maggie asked like a child arguing.
"I told you - nothing happened with the Medici chick! You've always been insanely jealous." Don scoffed.
"Oh, I wonder why! Jenny. Wendy." Maggie said reeling off names.
"Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny. She's just my assistant." Don explained as both me and Dean got to our feet, resting on one another for support.
"That's true." I said holding my side.
"She, uh - she told us - just an assistant." Dean said waving a hand around. Maggie didn't even look at us. She threw her arm out and knocked us both backwards with force.
"Whoa!" Dean cried out.
"Damn it!" I cried holding my side.
"Is that true?" Maggie asked looking at Don.
"Yes, I swear it, babe. I would never. I made a mistake. I'm sorry, Maggie." Don said softly. Sam got back up onto his feet.
"See? See? Guys, guys... You're talking." Sam said with a small smile, before helping me back onto my feet. I noticed Dean get up and stand in the doorway. "All these years, you – you- you buried your anger and your disappointment till it tore you apart. All you needed to do was talk."
"And I would have missed the nuking that my melon just took. Well, who wants that?" Dean asked slightly sarcastically. Maggie threw her hand out to Dean again. She slammed him against the doorway. Don then added his own touch by surrounding Dean's head with bees.
"Nice touch." Maggie said smiling at Don.
"Thank you." Don replied and the pair laughed. "He's right. I couldn't kill you. All I ever wanted is you, Mags. I've been crushing on you since forever. You're the woman that I want to never grow old with."
"I could never murder you either, Don. It's crazy... But true." Maggie replied and the pair kissed.
"Somebody want to call these things off? Ex- excuse me!" Dean said spitting out bees.
We got back to the motel and I was glad for the hunt to be over. Dean pulled out his flask and drank from it. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced at me. I just shook my shoulders.
"Oh, give me a break." Dean sighed.
"I didn't say anything." Sam said throwing his hands in the air.
"It's been a long day." Dean grumbled. I sighed and looked at Sam, I knew he was worried about Dean. It was easy to see.
"And it's not over yet." Some random guy said in the room. Both me and Dean pulled a weapon. Dean went for his gun, I grabbed my knife. "Hi, Sam. Hi, Dean. Hi, Megan." This guy said waving to me a little. I tightened my grip on my knife.
"Do we know you?" Sam asked confused.
"Well, I definitely know you. You're the dead guys. Well, you will be in a minute." This guy said with a smirk that sent a shiver down my spine. Dean shot the guy and black liquid just ran out of the hole, along with the bullet. "Sorry. You're a bit outmatched."
"Leviathan." I said softly as he reached us. In one movement he punched Dean, sending him sprawling onto the floor. I swiped out with my knife, not that it did any good.
"That kind of tickled." The guy said with a small laugh before twisting my arm backwards, forcing me to drop the knife before tossing me across the other side of the bed and into the wall with an almighty thud. I landed on something soft and it took me a few moments to realise I was on top of Dean. Suddenly the guy fell to the floor electrocuted. I scrambled to my feet as did Dean and Sam. Don was stood in the doorway looking at us all.
"Don. Well, thank you. We owe you." Dean said as we walked round to the front of the beds.
"Good God. What is that thing?" Don asked looking down at the Leviathan.
"I guess we should be figuring that out." Sam said rubbing his wrist.
"It is on our to-do list." Dean added with a small goofy smile.
"You know, find a bottomless pit and drop it in. Spell only lasts for a few days." Don said walking over to the beds and felt around.
"Uh, what are you even doing here?" I asked still a little dazed.
"Apparently, saving your lives – twice." Don said holding up a coin. "Got it."
"Maggie? Seriously?" Sam asked shocked. Don felt under the other mattress.
"She was gonna kill us? We just saved your damn marriage." Dean protested. Don pulled out two more coins before putting them in his pocket.
"Yeah, but to be fair, you also tried to kill her. You know how she is when she gets a bug up her ass. Got to love her, right?" Don asked looking at us. We held blank faces. "Right. Bottomless pit. Ciao!" Don said before walking out closing the door behind him.
Sam closed the door to the back of the Impala with the guy chained in the back seat.
"Yeah, he's ready for transport. I just hope you got some place you can put him, Bobby. All right." Dean said and hung up phone, putting the bags into the trunk. "We should hit the road. You ready?"
"Why again is that in the back?" I asked pointing to the back seat.
"It's the best place to put him." Dean said plainly.
"But I sit in the back." I said plainly.
"You can share." Dean smirked.
"You sit in the back, I'll drive!" I said firmly.
"Oh no, that is never going to happen." Dean smirked. "You could sit up front with me and Sam."
"Wont that be a bit cramped?" I asked raising an eyebrow. Dean thought about it for a few moments.
"Nah!" He said and walked over to the drivers side door. Sam stood by the passenger side and looked over to me and Dean.
"Hey, were you, um, were you listening to the Starks tonight?" Sam asked plainly, resting on the roof.
"Uh, a little, when I wasn't getting slammed into a wall or stung by bees." Dean replied, also leaning on the roof.
"You notice how they, uh, you know, how they - how they opened up, got everything off their chest?" Sam asked.
"Dude... come on." I sighed knowing what Sam was going to say next.
"Yeah. Kudos on selling them that crap." Dean replied with a smirk.
"It wasn't crap, Dean. It worked." Sam replied softly.
"Sam, I am so very, very, very, very...very, very tired-" Dean said shaking his head.
"Dean, like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about doesn't just go away. It builds up, like what ever's eating at you right now." Sam said and I glanced at Dean.
"There's always something eating at me. That's who I am. Something happens, I feel responsible, all right? The Lindbergh baby - that's on me. Unemployment- my bad." Dean stated ignoring my look.
"That's not what I'm talking about." Sam said firmly.
"Well, then what the hell are you talking about?" Dean asked shaking his head.
"I'm talking about whatever you're not telling me about. Look, Dean, it's fine. You can unload. That's kind of what I'm here for." Sam said throwing him the puppy dog eyes. Dean just held a plain face. "I mean... we're good, right?"
"We're good." Dean said still holding the plain face. Sam looked at the pair of us for a second hurt and frustrated before climbing into the car. I turned to Dean to speak. "Don't say it." He said coldly, opening the door for me to climb in. I gave him a sad smile before joining Sam in the car.
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