Hey everyone! Hope your all doing well out there! I got a few house keeping notes to do so bare with me. Firstly, as we all know SPN will be going on Hellatus soon, with that in mind, so will this story. I have a few good chapters planned, upto ep9 in fact. But yeah, then I want to take a break over the holidays. Secondly, I really love everyone who reads it, but I'd like a few more reviews, I just dont know if you guys are digging my version of season 7 or not :/ any imput helps guys!
Finally, I want to shout out the events in Egypt. I hope everyone there is keeping safe and that a peaceful solution will happen quickly. Prayer's go out to everyone there.
The drive to the cabin was, well awkward to say the least. Firstly we had a leviathan chained up and thankfully knocked out in the back seat. He was out cold, but having that creature close really did give me the creeps. I knew what they were capable of and I knew better than anyone on the planet. I checked the rear view mirror every couple of minutes and at any little sound, my hand rested over my knife, just in case. There was no way I was going to let it get the jump on me or the guys. I was going to be ready. No matter what. The second awkward element was Sam. Sam fast asleep in the seat next to me to be exact. He was resting against the window and had fallen asleep a good hour ago, he was out like a log. He had stayed awake for most of the journey, but sleep called and he answered. I had no idea how he could sleep with the leviathan in the back. This led to the most awkward part of the journey. I was stuck next to Dean. I was so close to him and I caught him glancing at me now and again.
When it came to Dean my mind was all over the place. I was mad at him, hurt I guess. He kept things from me, now he was doing the same to Sam. He wouldn't tell Sam about killing Amy. Then he told me he wanted me gone. It was in a fit of anger he told me, and I'm pretty sure he wanted me gone so he could die. But in the back of my mind in planted an idea. I wanted to leave. I did. I wanted to know who I was without the Winchesters. But as we worked the last case, memories started to flood back. Memories of me and Dean; and for once, they weren't bad. They were good memories. I was left feeling like I had been dumped into the middle of a storm. I knew there was something about him, something I was attracted to, yet at the same time, all these horrible memories were stopping me from acting on the feelings. I wondered how complicated my life was when I remembered everything and came to the conclusion it wasn't much better then the life I had now.
I glanced into the rear view mirror and watched as the leviathan just laid there, perfectly still, chains hanging around his limp body. My stomach turned slightly, fear I guess, but it was the fear that was keeping me awake and thus alive. I herd Dean sigh softly and glanced at him. He was looking out to the road.
"What's wrong?" I asked softly, my eyes darting to the mirror one last time. The leviathan was still out cold.
"You keep checking, but Don put him out for a couple of days." Dean said with a small smile on his face, as he glanced at me. "You can relax a little. Take a leaf out of Sammy's book."
"Sleep?" I asked making it sound like the most disgusting thing in the world. Dean let out a small chuckle and glanced at me again.
"Yeah sleep Megan. I can handle the drive." Dean said with a soft smile on his lips. I turned to him and shook my head.
"No way Jose." I said folding my arms over my chest. "I want to be awake just in case." I sighed.
"Your choice." Dean shrugged and the car fell back into silence. The gentle hum of the Impala and Sam's soft breaths were all you could hear. It was just adding to the awkward feeling. I glanced in the mirror again and then watched Dean. His eyes were glued on the road as he drove. But there was something in his eyes. I don't know, maybe I was reading too much into it. But he looked sad, hurt, lost. The green, didn't seem to sparkle and I started to wonder if that was because of the lying he was doing. I felt bad for not being able to stop his pain. A part of me, a part that didn't rely on memories, wanted to reach out and hold his hand. Tell him that everything was going to be ok.
"You, you wanna talk about it?" I asked softly. Dean turned to me looking confused.
"Talk about what?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. I glanced down to my lap and then looked up to him again.
"You look, um, hurt." I said looking into his deep green eyes and feeling myself fall into them.
"I'm fine." He said tearing his head back to the road and nodded a little.
"You look it." I said softly. I hadn't meant the comment to come out sarcastically but it did.
"Yeah well your not looking much better. Are you getting any sleep these days?" Dean asked me, a quick glancing look into my eyes. I took a deep breath and pushed the hair out of my face.
"Enough." I said looking out into the endless road.
"Thought so." Dean sighed and the rest of the car ride was silent.
We reached Bobby's cabin and unloaded the leviathan into the basement, chains and all. We discovered, by searching his pockets, that his name was Chet. Or at least that was who he used to be, before the poor sucker got eaten alive. We explained to Bobby everything that happened on the hunt including the fun we had with the two witches. Fun being the euphemism for getting the crap kicked out of us. After a good three hours of explaining and getting chewed out for making mistakes, I finally made my way to a bed. I closed the door behind me and sighed softly. I pulled my jacket off and tossed it onto a chair, kicking off my boots before sitting on the edge of the bed. I pulled my hair loose and collapsed backwards into the soft bed. I closed my eyes and silently prayed the leviathan wouldn't break free because I really needed a few hours sleep.
I was sat on the hood of the Impala. The stars were shining so bright in the nights sky. It was like someone had put a million tiny lights into a black sheet. The sky was perfect, no moon, no clouds. Perfect. I was just laid their, enjoying the view, content with no thoughts. I herd the door of the Impala close as Dean appeared with two bottles of beer.
"Thirsty?" He chuckled passing me the beer. He climbed up and laid down next to me.
"Thanks for this Dean." I said nudging him slightly before taking a sip of the beer.
"What did I do?" He asked innocently, a warm smile on his lips.
"You brought me out here. Let me get some space." I said returning his warm smile.
"All I did was tell Sammy to stay with Bobby. It's no big deal. I wanted to spend sometime with you alone anyway." Dean smirked before drinking his beer.
"Well thanks anyway." I sighed softly, a smile firmly planted on my face.
"Any time." Dean replied as I rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me a little closer, running his hand up and down my arm. It was so relaxing. So peaceful. I could hear Dean's steady heart beat and everything was just... perfect.
"Run away. Get away from him. You, you gotta get away from them. From him." I herd my voice and sat up. Stood at the foot of the Impala was me, only not. The other me, was covered in blood, cuts everywhere. Her clothes were shredded and she was a mess. I glanced to Dean and he was still watching the stars.
"What? Who?" I asked confused.
"Get away from him! He will only get you killed! Please, just run away, get away from him!" The other me said and started to get hysterical. I slid off the hood of the Impala and closed the gap.
"Take it easy, no one is going to get me-" I said so softly not to scare the other me. Suddenly she grabbed hold of me, her fingers digging into my upper arms. It hurt and I tried to pull away but she held me tight.
"He Will Kill You! You Need To Run! They Want Him Not You! Go! Go! RUN AWAY! NOW!" She screamed in my face shaking me.
I shot up in a cold sweat as my heart raced. My mind raced through the dream, trying to figure out what was memory and what was me just being a mess. I grabbed a shower and changed into some clean clothes. My mind still racing even after the shower.
"I need to get out of here. I need to just get some space and figure it all out." I said to myself as I pulled on a clean shirt.
I walked out of the bedroom, buttoning up the last couple of buttons on my shirt as I walked over to the kitchen area. Sam and Bobby were sat around eating breakfast. The pair smiled at me as I poured myself a glass of juice.
"Morning." I said moving to sit next to Bobby.
"How'd you sleep girl?" Bobby asked softly.
"Fine. So what we doing with Chet?" I asked before taking a sip of juice.
"We gotta find a way to kill him. See if he will tell us anything too." Sam replied.
"Looks like I'll be breaking out everything I know on this one." Bobby said shaking his head. "Ain't got any books to help this time."
"I'm sure we'll figure something out." I said with an encouraging smile.
"Me too girl." Bobby said nodding softly. The table fell silent again for a few moments, Sam glancing at Bobby and Bobby glancing back. Finally Sam cleared his throat and looked over to me.
"Megan?" Sam asked softly.
"Hmm, yeah Sam?" I replied looking up from the newspaper on the table.
"Have you thought more about staying?" Sam asked and we both glanced at Bobby. He automatically threw his hands in the air.
"Hey! I'm staying out of this." Bobby said gruffly.
"Sam, I just think it would be a good time to leave." I said threw grit teeth.
"But what about Dean? Or the leviathans?" Sam asked throwing me the puppy dog eyes.
"Dean is a big boy, he'll live. And it doesn't matter where we are, the leviathans will find us if they want to." I said standing up.
"It's safer if we stick together." Sam pointed out. I sighed and shook my head.
"I'll risk it. I need the space." I said shaking my head.
"We can give you space here." Sam argued.
"It's not the same, and you know it." I said putting my glass in the sink and headed for the front door.
"Where you going girl?" Bobby asked watching us argue.
"I need some air. I'm going for a drive in my Camero." I said walking out of the door.
Needless to say I avoided both Winchesters like the plague for the next day. Sam wanted to make me stay and Dean just gave me confusing feelings. I was sat on the sofa, reading through a book when Sam and Dean walked into the cabin.
"Wow." Dean said shocked and I turned to him confused. "I was beginning to think you'd done a vanishing act on us." He joked and I glanced to Sam.
"I was just... creeped out by Chet. Needed to get away from the house." I said softly, looking back down at the book.
"Don't worry. We'll figure out a way to kill him." Dean said with a warm smile. I nodded and stood from the sofa.
"Where's Bobby?" Sam asked looking around.
"Trying to kill Chet down there." I said pointing to the basement.
"Well, shall we go see how he's doing?" Dean asked leading the way to the basement. We trooped down the stairs and found Chet, alive, and tied to the chain still. It looked like he didn't even have a scratch on him. It just added to my level of uneasy.
"And how are my three favourite meat-sickles?" Chet asked with a massive grin as we walked into the basement.
"Is he still sucking air?" Dean asked Bobby, totally ignoring Chet. I glanced at him and he blew me a kiss. I forced myself not to flinch, I simply turned to Bobby instead.
"Greatest hits didn't do the trick. I'm down to B-sides and deep cuts." Bobby sighed as he put a needle onto the table.
"Well, you better figure out something quick. That whammy that witch dude put on him is only gonna last for a few days. He gets his spinach back, we're gonna end up having to drop a car on him just to stop him." Dean sighed as we stood in the far corner from Chet.
"Actually... Edgar walked away from that car. He's fine. Well, he is a little pissed at you, but- Oh. You didn't know?" Chet asked us as my stomach fell to the floor. We hadn't even killed one of them. Just slowed it down. It was like nothing could even hurt the sons of bitches.
"Why don't you shut your cake-trap?" Dean snapped at Chet.
"Ooh." Chet said faking fear.
"Bobby... You've been using all this stuff and he still won't talk?" Sam asked looking at all the tools Bobby had laid out. There was literally ever way possible of killing any monster we hunted laid there, and nothing had worked. It made me a little dishearten. Bobby shook his head as Dean pulled a stool up and sat close to Chet.
"Huddle over, coach?" Chet said sarcastically.
"How'd you find us?" Dean asked seriously.
"It was easy. I used pattern-recognition software and a basic heuristic algorithm to track your known aliases." Chet replied plainly. I glanced at the boys, Dean didn't seem to understand but Sam did. Chet was tracking our fake I.D's.
"Great. Just what we need- a Mensa monster." Bobby said sarcastically. Dean stood back up and walked over to me and Sam.
"All right. Let's just start with the start. Where'd you get our aliases?" Sam asked folding his arms over his chest.
"From your trench-coated friend, obviously. When we were all nestled in at Camp Cass, kind of got the full download. That's just how we do." Chet said smugly.
"So why are you talking to us, Chet? You're not dumb. Why you spilling state secrets?" I asked standing firm by the side of the boys. Stupid I know, but the old strength in numbers always made me feel better when I went against monsters.
"'Cause I'm not scared of you. You can't stop me. You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed, you stupid little chew-toys. You are aware that I'm the least of your concerns, right? Oh. You haven't watched the news today, have you?" Chet asked with a chuckle.
We made our way upstairs and turned to TV on. All over all channels were reports of an armed bank robbery. We stood there with our mouths wide open as we watched.
"The two men, who up until today were presumed dead, locked the doors and opened fire, leaving no survivors. Sam and Dean Winchester are now the subjects of a manhunt throughout the state of California." The male reports said as on screen came a video security footage of Sam and Dean robbing the bank. Bobby turned to the TV off and turned back to us. The guys were just shocked, we all were.
"Busy morning, you two?" Bobby asked sarcastically.
"Those sons of bitches Xeroxed us." Dean cursed as Bobby walked over to the fridge.
"But I don't understand how." Sam added just as mad and confused as Dean.
"I don't know." I shrugged as Bobby took a beer out of the fridge.
"Maybe one of 'em touched you at the hospital." Bobby added before taking a sip of his beer.
"It was the hair! Not too hard to lift some DNA out of a motel shower drain, guys!" Chet shouted from the basement.
"You can copy people like that?" Dean asked us all. Me and Bobby shrugged while Dean and Sam looked disgusted. "Awesome. Well, what is their plan, exactly?" Dean asked shivering slightly.
"Squeeze us. Turn us into the most wanted men in America." Sam answered shaking his head.
"All right. Well, that settles it. We find these ass monkeys, and we kill them ourselves." Dean said firmly.
"Wait a sec. Every form of law enforcement in the country has seen your ugly mugs this morning." Bobby pointed out.
"Exactly. So what's the point in trying to hide?" Dean asked firmly.
"Better than sticking your fool neck out. These things are smarter than you." Bobby stated and we herd Chet laugh a little.
"Jeez, Bobby, don't sugar coat it." Sam said sarcastically.
"Bobby's right. I mean what do you plan to do exactly? Charge in and hope for the best?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"You don't have a clue how to kill 'em or slow 'em down, and your plan is, what? Go right at 'em? Genius." Bobby added shaking his head.
"They're wearing our faces, Bobby. This is personal." Dean said firmly.
"Yeah, I'm with Dean here." Sam added nodding his head.
"Well, if you're gonna be stupid, you might as well be smart about it. You need to see a fella named Frank Devereaux." Bobby said writing something down on a piece of paper.
"Who's he?" Sam asked confused.
"He's a jackass and a lunatic, but he owes me one, from back in Port Huron." Bobby replied passing Dean the paper with the address on. "In the meantime, I'll keep working on Chatty Cathy here, see if I can figure out what makes him die."
"Great, let's go." Dean said looking at me.
"I'm not going with you guys." I said plainly, and everyone looked at me.
"Excuse me?" Dean asked confused.
"I'm not going." I said again.
"Megan." Sam said softly, throwing me the damn puppy dog eyes.
"Sam, no." I said shaking my head. Dean looked like he was watching tennis, back and forth.
"What is going on here?" Dean asked me.
"I'm leaving." I said plainly.
"L,l, leaving?" Dean asked as if he hadn't herd me right the first time.
"Yeah." I said with a nod.
"Why?" Dean asked and I glanced at Sam and Bobby. They both looked uneasy.
"I just... I need some space." I said plainly.
"Space? Megan the leviathan are out there and want to rip us to pieces. You think now really is the best time to get some space?" Dean asked almost shouting at me.
"Dean, I can't stay here. I'm too mixed up." I replied, raising my voice a little.
"Mixed up?" Dean scoffed shaking his head. "Now? Really? You want to leave us now?" Dean snapped. I flinched slightly as his raised voice.
"Dean, take it easy." Sam said softly. Dean snapped his head to his big brother.
"No!" He snapped and turned back to me. "You want to leave now?"
"You told me to go!" I snapped back and saw that moment of hurt in Dean's eyes.
"Fine! Go! Get lost!" Dean snapped and charged into a bedroom.
"That could have gone easier." I sighed dropping my head as Dean slammed the door shut.
I packed up my Camero with everything I needed. The boys hadn't left yet, I think Sam was trying to talk to Dean. I wasn't sure but I just needed to get away. I grabbed the last of my things and stuffed them into a backpack. Bobby walked over to me as I headed to the door.
"He was just worried about you." Bobby said fallowing me to my Camero. I dropped the bag in the passenger side and closed the door.
"Yeah..." I sighed and pushed my hair out of my face. "You understand, right?" I asked pleading with Bobby to understand.
"I get it girl. You don't know who you are. You need the space to figure it out." Bobby said with a warm smile.
"Thank you Bobby Singer. You are a good man." I said and pulled him into a small hug. As we pulled apart Sam and Dean walked out, ready to load up the Impala. I glanced at them and Dean scowled at me, before shoving something into the boot.
"Take care of yourself." Bobby said making me turn back to him.
"I will." I said with a soft smile. Sam walked over to us and shoved his hands into his jeans.
"I'm sorry." Sam said throwing me the look again.
"It's not your fault Sam. Mine really." I said with a sad smile.
"I tried to talk to him. He doesn't want to know." Sam shrugged.
"I'll get over it." I said and gave him a smile. "Take care, and look after Dean. He's a jerk, but he loves you."
"I know." Sam said pulling me into a quick hug. "Where you heading?"
"I was going to check out the bank in Jericho, Cali. See if I can sniff anything out to where they might be heading next." I said with a shrug.
"Be careful, they could still be there." Sam said with a worried look.
"I know what I'm doing." I said with a small smile before climbing into the Camero and starting her up. I caught Dean glancing at me, but as soon as he knew, I saw him he looked away. I nodded to Sam and Bobby and headed to Jericho.
I was on the way to Jericho, my mind trying desperately to focus on the case, to focus on the Leviathans and killing and why they would use the Winchesters faces. But it wasn't working. I couldn't shake the image of Dean's face. The hurt in his eyes when I pointed out he was the one who told me to get lost. The sadness in them as he saw me behind the wheel of the car. It was like I had kicked a damn puppy. It was eating me up inside knowing I had hurt him so badly.
"Damn it Dean! Why did you have to look so freaking hurt?" I asked slamming my hands on the steering wheel hard. "Urgh! I need a distraction. I need music!" I said hitting play on my CD player.
"Fruit on the vine, you get yours, I get mine. Meat on your bones. They wont know. They wont know!" Sang Breaking Benjamin's Topless. Suddenly a sharp throbbing pain shot into my head. I swerved the car over to the road side and grabbed my head as my vision went blurry. "What the hell?" I cried out in pain as I closed my eyes.
"What if Sam walks in?" I asked giggling a little as Dean locked my motel room door.
"He wont." Dean said with a smirk. A devilish look in his eyes.
"What if Sam and Bobby find out?" I asked fighting the smile that wanted to break free from just being around Dean.
"They wont know." Dean said closing the gap between us. He started to kiss my neck, moving onto my ear and nipping it a little. "They wont know." He whispered into my ear sending shivers down my spine.
"Dean." I moaned his name as my hands found his shirt, almost ripping it off him. Our lips crashed as Dean's hands went under the vest top I was wearing and pulled it up and over my head. I took the opportunity to remove Dean's t-shirt too. We were both topless in the motel room, hands roaming, lips crashing together. Dean backed me up to the wall and smile.
"You are beautiful." Dean said looking straight into my eyes. My heart raced at his words. I pushed myself off the wall to wrap my arms around him when he shoved me back against the wall. Grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. "Did I say you could move yet?" He asked with a chuckle that sent me wild. My heart was racing and all I wanted to do was get Dean on that bed...
"You know I could just use my powers and break out of this right?" I asked with a smirk. Dean frowned at me for a seconds before placing such a soft kiss on my lips. It left me hungry for more. More kisses, more touches, more of Dean pressed against me. I wanted him bad and he knew it.
"What fun would that be?" He asked, his face so close to me that it sent shivers down my spine. Dean's hand heading to my girl boxers I was sleeping in. My heart raced at the excitement of it all.
"God Dean Winchester... you are so sexy!" I smirked as I felt him slip them off. He kissed my neck some more, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I know." His voice bouncing around in my mind.
The memory past and I was left holding my head. I couldn't believe it, I remembered being with Dean. I remember sleeping with him. I blinked a few times and sat up. I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror. My nose had bled a little.
"What the hell?" I asked wiping away the blood. My mind was swimming with the fresh memory. I sat there for a few moments, picking apart the memory, it was so real for a few minutes it felt like I was there in the memory. My heart was beating as if I was still in the room with Dean. I sighed finally agreeing with myself it was all real. A blush crept onto my cheeks with the realisation that in fact me and Dean had actually slept together; and just how good it was.
*I'll get you, and your little dog too muhahaha!* My phone started to play Home, by Breaking Benjamin. I scrambled around for it in my pocket and pulled it out.
"O'Connor?" I asked sighed softly.
"Megan, it's Bobby. Look forget Jericho, head for Black Water Ridge, Colorado." Bobby said down the phone.
"What why? What happened?" I asked softly.
"The leviathan doubles hit a convince store." Bobby sighed.
"Awesome." I said sarcastically. I took a moment and felt my heart slow down and the colour fade in my cheeks.
"Hey, you ok?" Bobby asked sounding worried.
"Yeah, yeah I'm functioning." I said with a small laugh.
"Be careful out there." Bobby said and smiled.
"Yes Dad." I said sarcastically.
"Don't yes dad me." He grumbled before hanging up. I smirked and slipped my phone into my pocket before starting the engine again.
"Black Water it is..." I sighed turning my baby around and heading to Colorado.
I was nearly at Black Water when Bobby called again to let me know the hottest crime scene was another bank in Manitco, Wisconsin. I drove straight to the bank and found the police were already there checking things out. I pulled my Camero up and took a deep breath. I was dressed in my white shirt and trousers combo, my hair in a high ponytail. I climbed out of my baby and tucked my gun into a holster before walking over to the sheriff.
"Sheriff, I'm Special Agent Braddock, CIA." I said flashing my fake badge.
"Miss, what is the CIA want with the Feeb's most wanted?" The Sheriff asked moving the tape so I could get under.
"Well now Sheriff I wouldn't be doing my job if I told you." I sighed softly.
"I guess." The Sheriff shrugged.
"What happened?" I asked looking around at the mess outside the bank. Before the Sheriff could answer another car pulled up and two FBI agents climbed out, flashing me and the Sheriff their badges.
"Special Agent Morris. This is Special Agent Valente." Agent Morris said.
"Agent Braddock,CIA." I said flashing them my badge.
"This is our case Braddock, not the CIA's." Morris said firmly.
"Hey," I said throwing my hands up in surrender. "I'm not wanting to step on anyone's feet here. I just want to help catch the sons of bitches. You can have all the credit, and of course, paper work." I smiled. Morris took a moment to study me and then grunted with a nod.
"Fine. Just remember that when we catch them." He added before turning to the Sheriff who was watching it like a child watches their parents argue.
"Gentlemen. These Winchester boys are keeping busy, I hear. What is this, some type of psycho road trip?" The Sheriff asked clearing his throat.
"The second bank, plus the convenience store." I said plainly.
"Couple of days ago, they were dead. We know about what you know." Morris added with a sigh.
"Excuse me." The Sheriff said and walked away.
"Actual serial killers." Valente asked Morris like an excited puppy.
"He new?" I asked with a smirk to Morris.
"Like you wouldn't believe." Morris replied with an eye roll. He turned to Valente as I glanced around the crime scene. There wasn't anything that stood out, simple, shoot and kill. No supernatural elements, well except it was by the doppelgänger. "Crime spree means paperwork. Lots of it. Which you'll be doing."
"We gotta go. Winchesters spotted at a Gas n' Sip. It's about a thousand miles from here." Valente said and I turned to the men."That's fast. Must have flown."
"That or Bat mobile." Morris added as they started to walk to their cars.
"Something like that. See you there Morris." I smirked as I walked over to my Camero and climbed in.
I got in my car and started to head in the general direction the boys where spotted. I pulled out my phone and conference called Bobby and Sam. I told them everything I had found out about the two other hits the leviathan Sam and Dean had committed. There really wasn't that much to go on, which was frustrating to say the least.
"We got two FBI guys after you, and you were spotted at a Gas and Sip." I said as I drove, my fingers lightly drumming the steering wheel as I thought about it all.
"Yeah, I thought we had been made. Does that mean they're heading our way?" Sam asked.
"Fraid so." I sighed. "You get anywhere with killing Chet yet Bobby?"
"No, nothings working." Bobby sighed. The line went quiet for a few moments while we all thought of our next line of attack.
"We think we might know where is going to get hit next." Sam spoke up.
"Where?" I asked as my grip on the wheel tightened.
"St. Louis, Missouri." Dean answered and my heart raced at his voice. Flashback to my memory came into my fore mind and I felt the heat rush into my cheeks.
"Any idea where?" Bobby asked snapping me from my school girl crush.
"Nope, not yet." Sam answered. "We're gonna finish up here and head that way."
"Well I'm closer." I said plainly. "I'll check the town out."
"Be careful, the doppelgänger will be heading there." Sam warned.
"Seriously guys, stop telling me to be careful. I can handle it." I sighed slightly frustrated with all the mothering the guys were giving me.
"Hey Meg?" Dean asked, his voice so serious, so different from the flirting voice in my newest memory.
"Yes?" I replied.
"You see us, run, and then call us. Don't take any chances with these bastards." Dean said firmly.
"Sir, yes, sir!" I said sarcastically and hung up. I smirked to myself, talking to Dean with the newest memory. Well it did confuse my feelings more, I liked it. I liked knowing everything Sam, Dean and Bobby were true. I was happy with Dean, as a couple. I hit play again on my music and headed to St Louis. I wasn't sure what I was going to find when I got to the town, but if I could stop anything I was planning to.
It was beginning to feel like I was living in my car. For the best part of three days I had drove cross country to try and stop the leviathans dressed as Sam and Dean from killing another person. What was worse then the cramp in my legs or the total lack of sleep was the fact we weren't stopping a single death. The leviathans were a step ahead and it was pissing me off. I hit my thumbs hard against the steering wheel as I pulled down the main street in St. Louis and saw police cars and flashing lights.
"Damn it, too late again!" I growled as I pulled my baby over and reached into the glove compartment for my CIA badge. I tucked my gun into the back of my jeans as I climbed out and headed over to the crime scene. It was a diner called Connors.
"Can I help you?" A officer asked as I approached the yellow tape. A small crowd of people had already formed.
"Agent Braddock, CIA. This another Winchester hit?" I asked flashing my badge. He lifted the tape for me and nodded.
"Looks like it, we've only just got on the scene, you need to talk to Willis, he was first on scene." The officer explained.
"Thanks, where will I find him?" I asked softly.
"Inside, but I warn you Braddock, its a blood bath in there." The officer said before returning to his post. I nodded and walked in. There was dead bodies everywhere. It looked like the diner was busy when the attack hit. I sighed to myself as I looked around and found an officer looking at something. I walked over to him and flashed my badge.
"Braddock CIA, you Willis?" I asked softly.
"Yes ma'am." Willis said with a quick nod.
"Mind telling me what happened here?" I asked softly. He nodded turning the phone he had in his hands to me and hitting play.
"It's all on here..." Willis said going white. I took a spare glove from my back pocket and held the phone in my hands. It was a recording of the killing, people were screaming for help. Dean was stood on the counter lifted up his gun and fired. A lot of the customers cowered on the floor. Sam approached the camera.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Keep that up! I didn't say you could put that down! I want the whole world to know what Sam and Dean Winchester are capable of." Sam snapped at the guy holding the camera. Then he pointed his gun at a customer.
"No!" A woman cried out before Sam shot her.
"That all of 'em?" Dean asked from on the counter.
"No!" The guy holding the camera cried out.
"All but one." Sam smirked heading towards the guy who held the camera.
"No, please, no." The camera man cried out before Sam shot the guy. Sam picked up the camera and headed back to Dean by the counter. Dean bobbed down so they both fit in view.
"Well, goodnight, St. Louis. You've been a wonderful crowd. Grab your socks and hose, Iowa, 'cause we're headed to you next!" Dean said with a wink before the camera went dead. I took a deep breath and handed it back to Willis.
"Ok, just keep processing the scene. The FBI wont be too long, their gonna want to look at that footage too." I said to Willis who nodded, he looked like he was going to be sick. "You ok?" I asked slightly confused.
"How could they... kill so many people?" Willis asked. "The monsters."
"That they are." I said sadly. "Call me, if you turn anything up." I said passing Willis my card before leaving the diner in a hurry. If they had just got away from St Louis, it gave me a good chance to catch up to them in Iowa and stop them before they killed anyone else.
I headed down another dark and lonely road on my way to Iowa, I was trying to figure out what they could be hitting in the town. With no memory of what happened to the boys, I had no idea what was so special about the place. My mind raced with possible idea's but really I was pulling straws. I decided to call Bobby and let him know where I was heading.
"Bobby Singer's phone." A female answered.
"Who is this?" I asked confused.
"Jodie Mills, who's this?" Jodie asked confused.
"Is Bobby there, I really need to speak to him." I said plainly.
"Um... sure." Jodie said passing the phone.
"Singer." Bobby grunted.
"Who's Jodie?" I asked with a smirk.
"Who? What? No body." Bobby said quickly.
"Busted!" I teased with a laugh.
"This the reason you called girl?" Bobby grunted and I chuckled to myself.
"I wish." I sighed. "I got to St. Louis..."
"And?" Bobby asked.
"They killed everyone in a diner, Connor's diner. Made a mess of it too." I sighed softly.
"Damn it." Bobby grunted.
"Exactly and they left a message saying they were heading to Iowa." I added and herd Bobby grunt.
"Give me a minute, I'll put Sam and Dean in on the call." Bobby grunted before hitting a few keys. We got Sam and Dean on the line and Bobby started to explain the bad news. "Choppin' their heads off won't kill 'em, but it'll slow 'em down pretty good. Till they fuse back up, anyhow."
"Well, that's something, I guess. I mean, assuming we can even get close to them." Sam replied with a sigh.
"Yeah." I added sighing too.
"Believe me, I don't want you walking right up to 'em, either. I'm still looking for something you can shoot at 'em." Bobby added.
"Good times. All right, thanks, Bobby." Dean added and I felt the blush rush into my cheeks again.
"Hey, you take mayo, right, Bobby?" A female voice, Jodie's said.
"You got a chick over there?" Dean asked and I chuckled.
"What? No." Bobby said quickly.
"Are you even working, Richard Gere?" Dean teased.
"Shut up, you eijet." Bobby muttered and I herd the guys laugh. "Where are you boys off to next?"
"Uh, St. Louis. That's where we-" Sam started to say. My hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"It's too late." I said shaking my head sadly.
"They hit St. Louis. Pumpkin-and-Honeybunny'd a diner there." Bobby added.
"Connor's Diner?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked confused.
"Lucky guess. All right, so much for that." Dean sighed.
"I guess we're off to, uh... to Ankeny, Iowa." Sam added.
"I'll be there by sun up." I said, checking a passing road sign.
"Remember-" Bobby started to say.
"Call if I see Sam or Dean, do not engage. I got it guys really!" I sighed cutting him off.
"Right." Bobby said firmly.
"Call us if you get anything else." Sam said.
"Ditto." I added.
"You got it." Bobby said and hung up.
"See you Ankeny boys." I said softly.
"Hopefully not." Sam added before hanging up.
I pulled into Ankeny, Iowa by sun rise just like I thought. I grabbed a few hours sleep in the back of my baby and then started to wonder the town to check it out. I had been wondering the town the majority of the town and found no signs of either good or evil Sam and Dean. I was starting to wonder if they were going to show at all. I walked down one of the main streets, keeping my eyes out for the Winchesters when my phone rang. I pulled it out.
"Hello?" I asked plainly. I didn't recognise the number.
"Braddock, where are you?" Morris asked, he sounded impatient.
"Around and about, you?" I asked sweetly.
"You're in Iowa aren't you?" Morris asked.
"Am I?" I asked innocently.
"Don't play games with me Braddock! I know you are! You're jumping the gun on my case! You think you can steal it from me? Give CIA the credit! Think again! I will be there by tomorrow and then we will sort this out! You are not stealing my case!" Morris snapped at me.
"Morris baby, you gotta learn to relax and let it go." I smirked to myself. "There is always another serial killer to take down." I teased.
"I mean it Braddock. You steal this and I will-" Morris started to say.
"Morris I don't want the paper work." I said dryly. "Trust me, I just want to catch these bastards before anyone else gets hurt. Ok?"
"You steal this from me and-" Morris started to say.
"Yeah, yeah yeah. Just find me tomorrow." I said and hung up. The man was annoying and there was no way I was planning to let him find Sam and Dean. Evil or otherwise. I was still waiting on Bobby's kill all and I knew I was running out of time. I was about to stuff my phone into my pocket when I saw the Impala roll down the road past me. As if on queue my phone rang and it was Bobby.
"Tell me the boys got the Impala back." I said watching the car disappear around a corner.
"No. They've been arrested." Bobby replied.
"Great!" I said sarcastically, rushing over to my parked Camero.
"Tell me about it." Bobby added.
"Well I'll head over, see if I can't bust them out or something. The FBI will be here in the morning, so we're working on a tight frame here." I sighed, getting into my baby.
"I know." Bobby sighed.
"Any luck on killing them yet?" I asked starting the car.
"None yet, I'll call if I figure anything out." Bobby replied.
"Ok, wish me luck." I half joked.
"Be safe. If it looks like you can't do much, get out there, call me." Bobby grunted.
"I will." I lied.
"I know you Megan. Just, at least, pretend like you mean it." Bobby added and I laughed softly.
"I'll try and call, better?" I asked trying to sound as genuine as I could.
"A little. Now go save those eijets." Bobby muttered before hanging up. I took a deep breath and drove to the police station as the sun was setting.
I pulled into the police station and it was dark. I really didn't have much of a plan, I was winging it. I grabbed my gun, tucking it down the back of my jeans. I grabbed my family knife and slid it down the side of my boot and then I grabbed my badge. I was hoping the small town cops would release Sam and Dean into my hands. I was hoping anyway. I pulled my biker jacket on and headed into the police station. As I walked through the front door I went on high alert. There wasn't any noise at all, the place looked empty. I walked over to the front desk and looked around.
"Sheriff? Officer? Anyone?" I yelled looking around and then my eyes fell on the dead, half eaten body of a police officer. I pulled my gun and took another look around. "Super..." I muttered to myself. I climbed over the front desk and made my way over to the body. I checked the pulse for good measure but the guy was dead. His skin wasn't that cold, which meant the leviathans were close. "Balls." I muttered to myself as I came to the realisation. I checked the police man for keys to the cells. If Sam and Dean were locked up in here, they were sitting ducks for the leviathans. I had to get them out. I fished in his pocket when Sam walked around the corner. "Sam! Where's Dean?" I asked finding no keys.
"I'm not Sam." Sam said walking over to me.
"Leviathan?" I asked standing next to the leviathan Sam. He nodded, and I nodded at the same time. "Typical. Damn it." I sighed.
"You know, I wanted to talk to you." Sam said swatting the gun out of my hand as if it was nothing. It went flying and landed the other side of the room.
"Awesome. Not only am I going to die, you're going to bore the shit out of my last few moments on earth." I said and Sam slapped me hard, busting my lip. I spat out the blood and turned to the leviathan Sam.
"I don't get you." Sam said grabbing my arm and throwing me into one of the chairs. "I mean. You stick with these morons. Why? All they ever do is fight and bitch about the other to you! If poor little Sammy isn't having Girl Interrupted moments, he's guilt tripping you to stay around! Then Dean! Oh god do not get me started with your relationship with that dick! I mean have you two herd of Romeo and Juliet?" Leviathan Sam scoffed as he paced in front of my chair.
"Hey, I can't remember any of it." I said plainly.
"Exactly! You don't remember how on and off again you guys were, yet you stick around? I mean I know right now he's been pushing you away. But that's Dean all over. Sadomasochist." Leviathan Sam scoffed. I just looked at him confused. "Oh that is adorable really! You don't know? You really don't!"
"Just kill me already!" I snapped and got another slap to the face.
"Dean loves you. Like biblically loves you. You have the power to crush him and so many other weak people, yet you don't. You act oblivious to the truth. You just waste your existence." Sam said and I couldn't take it all in. I mean for all I knew the Leviathan Sam was lying but, when I was around dean I felt something. It wasn't a crazy idea to think he felt it too.
"Bite me." I snapped feeling a rage build in me.
"Gladly!" Sam smirked. His mouth changed to a leviathan mouth and he was about to bite into me when he herd something. He picked me up, dragging me to my feet as Dean walked around the corner.
"Sammy?" Dean asked and then realised Sam had hold of my arm. "Not Sammy." Dean stated. Sam tossed me over towards Dean, smashing the pair of us into the wall with an almighty crash. I dropped to the floor and for a few minutes the world was spinning and I had no idea where I was. Dean scrambled to his feet and used his elbow to break the glass in the emergency axe. I scrambled to my feet and felt dizzy, I lent back against the wall, pulling my knife to protect myself. Dean grabbed the axe and held it ready to attack leviathan Sam.
"Cute. Really think you can get close enough to use it?" Leviathan Sam asked with a smirk.
"Not until you're burning." Dean smirked back before a Sheriff tossed a bucket of something onto the evil leviathan Sam. Suddenly Sam started to sizzle and black smoke rose from his skin. It was like watching the wicked witch getting the bucket of water thrown on her. He was melting in front of my eyes.
"Aargh! Aargh!" Sam cried out trying to wipe the chemicals off. Dean swung out the axe and cut leviathan Sam's head off, the black liquid ran from his neck as the body landed on the floor. Dean turned to me quickly, looking panicked.
"Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Dean asked holding my face and running his thumb over my bust lip.
"I... I'll live, we need to get to Sam." I said still feeling a little out of it with the bang to the head. Dean frowned at me slightly, brushing some of my hair off my face.
"You got a cut, it looks nasty, maybe you should-" Dean started to say, still holding my face in his hands.
"Forget it. I'm in this." I said looking him dead in the eyes.
"Alright." Dean nodded and turned to the Sheriff. "You got any more?"
"Just this." The Sheriff said passing Dean another bucket.
"Great. Stay behind us." Dean said passing me the bucket. "You throw this on evil me and then I'll chop its head off."
"Great plan." I smirked before we headed to the interrogation room to find Sam.
We rushed over to the other side of the building and Dean glanced in the room. He didn't look too happy with what he saw.
"On three! One, two, three!" Dean said pulling the door wide open. I rushed in and threw the liquid in the bucket on leviathan Dean. Somehow he managed to throw me backwards and I landed on my backside just in time to see Dean cut his evil twins head off. The Sheriff helped me back onto my feet and I went a little dizzy, I had to grab hold of the table.
"Well, that felt good." Dean smirked, snaking an arm around my waist as the Sheriff unlocked Sam's handcuffs.
"So... the FBI is on the way." The Sheriff said nervously.
"Yeah, listen, about that..." Dean sighed.
"Whatever I can do... Especially if it involves lying about everything I just saw." The Sheriff said with a small smile.
"Good. I was hoping you could help us kind of...be dead. You know, quote unquote." Dean said holding me up still. I watched Sam. There was something wrong with him. His face, his expression.
"Yeah. Yeah, I should be able to swing that. All right." The Sheriff replied with a small nod.
"Come on, let's grab a mop." Dean said and started to lead me out of the room. We noticed Sam wasn't moving and Dean turned back to Sam. I held onto the wall as the world was still spinning too much for me. "Sammy? You okay?" Sam looked over to Dean for a few seconds and nods before looking away.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam muttered to the table.
"Let's go." Dean said before walking me out of the room. He sat me the edge of one of the table and brushed the hair out of my face again.
"Stop mothering me." I mumbled, swatting his hand. Dean grabbed my hand with his other and held it, looking at the cut.
"You need stitches." Dean said looking from the cut into my eyes. My heart raced looking into his green eyes. The leviathan's words bounced around my head. He loves you. Biblically. That mixed with the newest memory just pushed all the fears I had about Dean away. "And there is no way you can drive, you've got concussion." Dean said with a warm smile.
"I.. I'm fine." I said but my words were mumbled and I knew I had concussion. I just didn't want to leave my Camero behind.
"Look, I'll stitch you up, and drive that pile of rust Camero. Ok?" Dean asked giving me another warm smile. His thumb brushed over my cheek which was red and sore from the slapping leviathan Sam gave me.
"One condition." I said blinking a few times to stay awake.
"Shoot." Dean said plainly.
"Kiss me." I said seriously. Dean looked shocked for a few moments then smiled.
"You really have banged your head sweetheart." Dean smirked and started to move away. I grabbed his face and gently pulled it back to mine.
"Kiss me." I said just above a whisper looking into his eyes.
"This is-" Dean started to say when I tried my best to glare at him. "Ok. Ok, don't need to ask Dean Winchester twice." Dean chuckled and moved even closer. He put one hand on my good cheek and rested the other at the back of my neck. He pressed his lips against mine softly, being careful not to press too hard on the bit that had been split open. I closed my eyes and felt every second of the kiss. The way his lips felt against mine, the way his almost stubble brushed against my skin. The scent of Dean, washing over me, making me feel safe and loved. Every last detail I tried to remember and process. He pulled away and I opened my eyes. My heart raced as I opened my eyes the most perfect shade of green eyes met my own. I smiled and Dean smiled back.
"Thank you." I mumbled.
"Thank you." Dean smirked back and then I pushed Dean away and ran to the nearest toilet.
I threw my guts up and cleaned myself up. I was washing my face in cold water when Dean walked into the toilets.
"Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for." Dean joked, leaning on the wall by the hand towels.
"I hate concussions." I grumbled as I swirled my mouth out for the last time. I splashed some more water on my face and Dean passed me some paper towels.
"It's a bitch." Dean chuckled. I tossed the towel in the bin and felt light headed again. I held onto the side of the sink but in moments Dean had his arm wrapped around my waist.
"Don't think I need your help. I can walk by myself you know." I mumbled as we walked out of the toilet.
"I know." Dean smirked.
"I can." I protested sounding like a sleepy three year old.
"I believe you." Dean said and led me to the Camero. The Sheriff was passing Sam a box as we reached them.
"I hope I never, ever see you people again." The Sheriff said before walking off.
"Awesome. Trade?" Dean asked to Sam. He passed Dean the box as Sam slipped a hand under my arm and led me to the back seat of my Camero.
"Easy." Sam said helping me in.
"Thanks Sam." I said with a soft smile.
"Any time Meg." Sam said returning the smile before climbing in the front.
I must have fallen asleep. I woke as we parked on a pier. I looked around and saw Sam climbing out of the car as Dean turned the engine off.
"Who said you could drive my baby?" I asked and went to rub my head when Dean swatted my hand away. "Ow! What the?"
"You've got stitches. Don't pick." Dean said and smiled. "You let me drive this pile of rust." He added before climbing out the car. I climbed out the back and fallowed him to the boot of my baby were he went into a bag and pulled out the two Leviathan heads wrapped in plastic. I noticed a small yellow My Little Pony and smirked.
"That yours?" I asked pointing to the pony.
"Shut up. How you feeling?" Dean asked me. I lent on the Camero and shook my head as the fog in my mind lifted slightly.
"Good. Better. I... I don't really remember much after the leviathan Sam threw me into you though." I said rubbing the back of my neck. It was a little bit of a fib. I remembered kissing Dean well asking him to kiss me.
"Oh really?" Dean asked with a smile that said everything.
"Yeah... what'd I miss?" I asked and glanced to Sam who was stood looking out to the water. "He ok?" I asked throwing a thumb in Sam's direction. Dean shrugged at me.
"Are you sure you want to dump these things? I'm thinking they might actually come in handy down the road. What do you think?" Dean asked Sam, shaking the head slightly. Sam rested his arms on the room of my Camero and didn't reply.
"Sam?" I asked softly. Sam still didn't reply.
"Hey. What? What is it? Talk." Dean asked closing the boot.
"Nothing." Sam sighed.
"Well, that's convincing. Did monster-us give you the jeebs, huh? 'Cause I gotta be honest- I ain't looking in the mirror for- for a while myself." Dean asked with a shiver. I watched as Sam stood up straight and turned to face Dean.
"Okay. You really want to know what's wrong?" Sam asked sounding annoyed.
"Yeah. Yeah, you know my motto- here to help." Dean said with a small smile and I shook my head at him.
"Here to help. Kind of like you helped Amy?" Sam asked and instantly it broke. Whatever brotherly relationship they had, vanished. I saw the raw pain in Sam's eyes as he asked. I saw the agony in Dean's as he tried to form some sort of answer.
"Listen, Sam..." Dean said softly.
"Don't- don't lie to me again. No, don't even talk to me. Yeah, I can't." Sam said going in the back of my Camero and pulling out his bags. He hitched one on his shoulder and held onto the other. "You know what, Dean?" Sam asked as he started to walk away. "I can't."
Dean took a few steps towards Sam and I could see the both of them hurting. I wanted to help, but there really wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't help Dean justify killing Amy, I didn't think she deserved to die. And I couldn't be mad at Dean. Not any more. I knew he thought he was protecting his family.
"You can't what?" Dean asked confused and hurt.
"I can't talk to you right now! Dean..." Sam said still with his back to him. Sam turned around and face us both. He was so mad and so upset at the same time. "I can't even be around you right now!"
"Sam." I said softly and took a step closer.
"Did, did you know?" Sam asked me looking so hurt.
"Sam, I -" I started to say.
"Why didn't you tell me? I thought, why Megan?" Sam asked me and I had to look away his gaze was killing me with guilt.
"I asked her not to say anything." Dean said to Sam. Sam shook his head and looked back at me.
"You should have told me." Sam said and looked away.
"I'm sorry." I said softly.
"Me too." Sam said and hitched his bag on his back.
"Okay, so-" Dean started to ask.
"I think you should just go on without me." Sam said and no one spoke. No one knew what to say to fix it. If it could be fixed. Dean nodded softly. "Go." Sam added pointing behind us.
"All right. Sorry, Sam." Dean said softly, throwing his hands in the air. We climbed into the Camero and Sam walked away from us.
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