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"Well I wasn't expecting this..." Dean said as he looked around the street he was stood on. It looked like just your average house, in any town. He walked down the street until he noticed one of the letter boxes, the name O'Connor was written with thick red paint. Dean walked over to the letter box and took a closer look, the red paint, it was too thick, a too deep a shade of red to be paint. He tapped the paint with his finger and instantly recognised it as blood. Megan's surname was written in blood – nice and creepy Dean thought as he wiped the blood on his jeans. Dean turned to the house and shrugged walking towards the front door. He loved Megan, thought they were similar and although he didn't always understand her choices, he thought he knew her better than anyone else. But standing, in her mind, he really wasn't sure what was going to be ahead of him. He knocked and carefully opened it. "Megan? Hey, you in here?" Dean called out as he walked into the house. It looked normal enough, pictures of Megan's family all over the walls, furniture and everything you would expect in any normal house. The house seemed empty, not a soul in the place. It trouble Dean a little, after all this was Megans mind, she should have been somewhere. Dean herd some movement from the kitchen and walked in, looking around the whole time for anyone. "Megan?" He called out as he walked into the room. There stood in the middle of the kitchen was Megan, see looked lost, confused.
"Dean? What, what... what are you doing in my house?" Megan asked confused. She looked around the room before her eyes landed back on Dean. The confusion clear on her face.
"Megan, your dreaming." Dean said taking small steps towards her. She continued to look around the room, it was like she was looking for something.
"I... no, I can't- This is wrong!" Megan snapped as she looked at Dean again with a furrowed brow. "You! You're not meant to be here! You can't- This isn't right! You were never here!" Megan said shaking her head. She was clearly upset by Dean's presence and it hurt him to see her like that. He took another tentative step towards her and she moved back instinctively. It hurt Dean to see her cower away from him, but he had to remind himself, it was her mind and as Bobby had said, she could be a little more messed up then anyone had thought.
"Megan, you need to listen to me." Dean said calmly as she shook more. Mumbling more about how Dean couldn't be real. How it was wrong, so very wrong and that nothing made sense any more. She was getting hysterical, almost crying as she rocked back and forth on the spot, hugging herself.
"She's just part of a broken memory." Megan's voice came from behind Dean. He span around and saw her lent against the door frame. She looked surprisingly good. She was wearing jeans and a Breaking Benjamin t-shirt. "She doesn't actual make any sense." Megan added shaking her head. "Just like the rest in here.." She sighed a small smile crossing her lips as she saw Dean watching her.
"Megan?" Dean asked confused. Megan pushed herself off the door frame and walked over to Dean, tucking her hands into her pockets.
"Hey Dean, guess you took some of the root too huh?" She asked biting her bottom lip nervously.
"You're really you?" Dean asked still slightly confused by the whole situation.
"Bingo brainiac... well kinda." Megan said looking confused. "See," She said as she sat at the table. "I'm Megan, in the sense, I'm the person you've been talking to the last couple of months. I'm the one who's been on the surface this whole time." Megan tried to explain, the situation, drumming her thumbs on the table as she spoke. Dean took a deep breath and sat opposite her at the table. Sure enough, she looked like the Megan he had been talking to the last couple of months, the one who was beginning to remember him. Them.
"Ok... so who is," Dean turned to where the other Megan was and saw no one was standing there. They were alone in the kitchen again. "Where'd she go?" Dean asked turning to face Megan. She smirked, shrugging her shoulders slightly.
"That's part of the fun. Memories of me, just kind of pop up out of nowhere, then disappear again. Some of them, like then, I know. That was me, just before I got the flight to the States. I was walking around the house alone. I wanted to remember this place forever." Megan said sadly looking around the kitchen. "Home, you know?" She said looking at Dean.
"I know." Dean said with a small nod.
"But, some memories, I just... they mean nothing to me. I think, I think they are the ones I'm missing. The ones I came in here looking for." Megan explained looking back at Dean.
"You need to wake up." Dean said reaching across the table and taking her hands in his own. "You've been out for a month. It's not safe to stay in here." Dean tried to explain.
"I can't leave." Megan said pulling her hands back. She stood from the table and shook her head. "I'm close, I know it." She said firmly.
"Close? To what?" Dean asked utterly confused as he stood from the table as well. Megan smiled at him, a knowing kind of smile.
"Me." She said with a smile. "I'm close to finding me Dean. The one you remember. The one you love."
"What?" Dean asked confused. "You close to finding your missing memories?" Dean asked as Megan's smile got wider. She nodded a little and took a deep breath.
"And to think, I just stuck around you because I thought you were all looks and no brain." Megan teased a little before sighing. "I can feel it. I know I'm closer... a few more days, I know I can find them." Megan said, so much certainty in her voice. Dean stood there in shock. He didn't know what to do. Bobby and Sam had sent him in to find Megan and wake her up. Everyone knew the longer someone stayed under, the harder it was for them to wake up. But even so, she had just told him she could be who she once was. She could once again be his Megan. The woman he married, the woman he loved more than anything in this life. He wasn't expecting this to happen. He half thought that he would find Megan just in a corner of her mind, trapped trying to find the exit.
"Megan..." Dean said, looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes. They were the eyes of the woman he loved. He needed her back in his life, now more than ever. "Ok, ok look." Dean said firmly.
"You're going to let me stay?" Megan asked hopeful of his answer. She knew she just needed a little more time. Just a little more and she knew where to look. She knew she could reach the memories. She could return to the person she once was.
"I'm going to help you, we're going to find the memories together. You're not going anywhere with out me, deal?" Dean asked holding his hand out to her. Megan smiled taking his hand and shaking it.
"Thank you Dean. I know we can do this." Megan smirked. "We need to go upstairs, but, um... it gets weird from here. Are you ok with it?" She asked biting on her bottom lip again. Dean noticed how worried she looked and that bad feeling in his gut rolled a little. But he had to try it, to get Megan back.
"Sure, I've seen weird, I've been in Bobby's head. That was down right scary." Dean joked half laughing. Megan laughed a little then turned to walk up the stairs. Dean took a deep breath and fallowed her. They walked onto the landing and Megan walked over to a room with her name on it.
"Here goes nothing, right?" Megan asked as she opened the door and the pair walked in.
Dean walked into a bright light and as it died down he looked around to find that he was yet again alone. "Damn it Megan!" Dean growled as he looked around his new surroundings. The place looked familiar, there were purple walls, and dark sheets on the bed in front of him. On the floor was rose pettles and candles. It was then it hit him. Dean knew exactly where he was. The bathroom door opened and stood in the door way was Megan. His Megan. The Megan who remembered him, who was in love with him. The one he was trying to bring back. She was stood in a black baby doll, playing with the hem slightly. As she looked up she gave him that heart stopping smile he'd been dying to see lately. She was stunning and Dean couldn't help but just watch her. He licked his lips as she got closer to him.
"Mr Winchester, what are you doing out of bed?" She smirked at him, that playful glint in her eye. Dean's heart began to race as he looked at her. A broad smile crossed his lips.
"I, um, I... you look amazing!" Dean said as she walked over to him and placed her hands on his waist. It was then that Dean realised he was stood in just his boxers. He didn't remember getting undressed and wondered if he was caught up in one of Megan's memories. But looking at the woman in front of him. He really didn't care.
"Thank you." Megan said going up on her tip toes and pressing a soft kiss on his lips. Dean's mind went into overdrive. He let the moan escape his lips as Megan sucked on his bottom lip, his arms snaking around her waist as she was enjoy his response. He pulled her closer to him and pressed his lips harder against hers. The kiss became deeper, more passionate. Dean remembered kissing Megan like that, like she was the only thing in the world. He herd the softest of moans escape her lips as he slipped his tongue into the mix. They broke apart for air and Dean looked deep into her chocolate brown eyes. All the love they reflected, all the lust for the moment. Dean forgot where he really was. He let his hands slide down to her thighs and wrapped them around. He picked her up in one easy movement, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as his hands held her backside.
"Dean..." Megan said breathlessly as he started to kiss her neck. Each kiss sending shivers down her spine and exciting Dean just that little bit more. Soon Megan was moaning Dean's name louder and louder in his ear. "Dean... Oh God Dean! Dean!" Her voice was like heaven to him.
"Oh god, I've missed this..." Dean cried out in a husky voice as he carried her over to the bed.
"Missed this?" Megan asked confused as she sat there looking up at Dean. He panicked slightly but put on his famous school boy grin.
"Having some time alone. Just you and me." Dean said smoothly, the smile returned on Megans face. Along with a flirty look in her eyes. She slid herself further up the bed then beckoned him to fallowed her with her index finger. Well, Dean did not need to be asked twice. He crawled up the bed, straddling her as he went. He looked down at her and couldn't believe his luck. He was back with his wife. Back in a happy place where nothing could ruin it. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and stroked her soft cheek. Megan smiled, rubbing her face into his hand a little.
"I love you Dean." Megan said as he lent down and started to kiss her again, propping himself up on his elbows. The kiss was passionate, needing. He needed her. He needed his Megan back. He needed them to be like this again. This in love, this together. Just this happy. Dean felt Megan's hand slid down his spine, making small circles at the base of his spine. He'd missed that. Her touch. The way she could make him melt with one, fleeting, almost ghost like touch.
"I love you too Megan." Dean said breaking the kiss, their faces inches apart. The warm smile on her face made him feel whole. Dean couldn't help but smile back.
"Shouldn't, I mean, do you think they're ok?" Sam asked as he looked at Megan's sleeping form. Something wasn't sitting right with him, his brother had drunk the root a little over an hour ago and still he hadn't woke up. Neither of them had shown any signs of life really.
"Boy might just be having some trouble finding her. She could be lost in there Sam..." Bobby sighed as he readjusted his cap. Bobby was nervous, Bobby hated being nervous. He was a seasoned hunter damn it! He was used to pressure, no win endings, hell even the occasional surprise. He could handle any hunt without so much as a hint of fear. Except, except when it came to his family. When kin was involved Bobby became a wreck. He always put on a big bad-ass face for the boys, hell even Megan at times, but truth be told. Bobby worried so much for them. All three of the eijets.
"Well, um, do you think, I should-" Sam started to suggest that he take the root and pull the pair out. Sam knew better than any other living person how much Hell could mess with your mind. It ripped Sam into pieces and he had to fight through that horror alone. It ate him up inside knowing what Megan could be going through, how hard it could be. Let alone Dean. Sam knew he couldn't have let his big brother see the mess in his own head, he only hoped Dean could take Megan's brand of crazy.
"No boy. Look like I said it could be a mess in there... we just gotta give the boy time. Why don't you go check on him again?" Bobby asked eyeing the younger hunter and sensing all the frustration in him. Sam sighed running a hand through his longish hair and nodded his head.
"Yeah.. I'll go check on Dean." Sam sighed as he all but skulked out of the ward. Bobby knew how hard it was to just sit on the side lines and watch. He could really sympathise with Sam, but that would mean going all, how did Dean put it? Oh yeah, chick flick, on him. And Bobby was far from a chick flick kinda guy! He looked down at the sleeping body and took her small hand in his own, squeezing it slightly as he let out a heavy sigh.
"When you get out of this Missy, we are going to have one of those nice long ass chats I know your so fond of." Bobby sighed as she just laid there, the only indications of life, her chest rising and falling softly, and the beeping of the machines she was hooked up to.
"Am I interrupting?" Megan said standing at the side of the bed. Dean's head snapped up and saw Megan, in her Breaking Benjamin t-shirt stood there with her hands on her hips. She looked annoyed. Dean looked down and realised he was just propped up on the bed, with no one under him. He scrambled off the bed and looked frustrated and annoyed.
"Where the hell did you go? What happened to staying together?" Dean almost growled as he realised he was wearing his normal clothes again.
"Well I was looking for you and stumbled into something..." Megan said rubbing the back of her neck and biting her lip. Dean knew the signs and how to read them. Megan was worried about something, worried and or scared.
"Megan, what is it?" Dean asked softly, taking a step closer to her. He didn't want to scare her, he just wanted to be there for her. Make her feel safe. Dean felt like it was his job. Protecting his family.
"I... there's a corridor..." Megan said looking out into nothing as she remembered it. "You remember Shawn?" Megan blinked as she turned to Dean.
"Shawn?" Dean asked confused, the name rang a bell but he wasn't sure.
"The psychic in Lily Dale." Megan clarified as she played with her hands nervously.
"Umm, yeah... the guy you slept with." Dean grumbled as he folded his arms over his chest. He wasn't happy that Megan had slept with someone else. She was his, and seeing her move on like that. Well, it had hurt Dean. It had made him realise just how different she was before they met.
"Jealous much?" Megan asked tilting her head to one side.
"Back to the point." Dean growled with a set look on his face. His classic poker face, hiding all the thoughts, hurt he felt inside. Megan let out a sigh running a hand through her hair.
"Fine." Megan said leaning against one of the walls. "Shawn told me, warned me. He said there was something in here. Something dangerous..."
"Yeah, yeah I remember Bobby saying something about it." Dean said and looked over to Megan. She looked a little tired. "Are you ok?" He asked taking a step closer to her. Megan pushed herself off the wall and nodded, pushing a small smile onto her face.
"Super." She lied, it was a bad lie but Dean didn't push it. He knew how defensive she could be. "I think, I mean I don't know. I found this corridor. It's kind of creepy, and dark and I don't know how to explain it. I get this feeling..." Megan paused, biting her bottom lip. "I know the answers are at the end of the corridor. I know it." She added nodding slowly.
"But?" Dean asked knowing all too well it was never that simple. Thing in his life was never that simple.
"But," She paused and shook her head. "It's stupid. But I know there's something bad, something that's going to hurt me in that corridor." Megan explained looking over at Dean.
"You think it's what Cass set up to protect you from the memories?" Dean mused out loud as he closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her. Holding her closer to him. Megan didn't resist the hug, she welcomed it. She rested her head on his chest and sighed, being around Dean gave her a strength. One that made her want to get past the corridor and find the answers.
"I... I don't know. Will you walk down it with me?" Megan asked as they pulled out of the hug. Her eyes showed how scared she was to walk down the corridor alone. It was that vulnerability that Dean hated seeing in Megan's eyes. She was always strong, even when she didn't realise. He hated seeing her scared, he had to help her but first he needed answers.
"I will. But tell me the truth, are you ok?" Dean asked firmly. Megan held her breathe for a few seconds and sighed softly, shaking her head as the pair sat at the edge of the bed.
"No. I'm not." She said looking at the floor. "Not like you haven't noticed..." She half laughed with a sad smile.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked worried. His eye brows furrowed together as he took a really good look at her. She looked more than just tired, she looked drained. She looked weaker than he remembered her to be.
"I... I feel like I'm losing myself." Megan admitted barely above a whisper, the fear dripped off every word she spoke. She pushed her hair off her face and turned to face Dean. "I know I can't stay much longer. I know if I do, I wont wake up." She said seriously. Something in her brown eyes, the light he was so used to seeing, it was fading, right before him.
"Well just leave then. Wake up right now." Dean said grabbing hold of her hands and holding them tight. Megan gave him a sad smile, looking down to their hands.
"Oh Dean," She said sadly, a single tear falling from her face. "I can't. I'm too close."
"I don't care. You need to wake up." Dean said, almost pleading with her.
"I can't. I need to be her. I need to be the one you love." Megan said firmly looking Dean dead in the eyes. Dean shook his head as he felt his eyes begin to water.
"Not if it costs you your life Meg, I'd rather live with you like this than not at all." Dean replied softly, the warmth, the love in his eyes clear for anyone to see. Megan shook her head as she stood up quickly.
"You want her. You deserve her." Megan said before turning and running for the door. She needed this. She needed to become the woman he loved. It killed her not being able to live up to the person she once was and she was going to fix that. Whatever it took. Dean was fast, but still only just managed to grab her hand as the pair ran through the open door into the once again bright light.
The light faded and Dean felt Megan's fingers wrap tighter around his hand as she swayed and fell into the wall. Dean grabbed her, holding her up as she panted. She was sweating slightly and looked pale. Dean didn't like it. He didn't like how much all this dream walking was taking out of Megan.
"We need to go back." Dean said firmly as he felt her forehead. She was burning up and Dean knew it. He frowned at her as if some disapproving look would make her change her mind and reverse this crazy ride. That it would somehow make her just wake up.
"Dean." Megan said catching her breath.
"Now Megan. Wake up." Dean ordered her, his poker face placed perfectly on as his eyes locked with her. Megan pushed his hand away from her head and stood up, pushing his hands away from her.
"Screw you Dean Winchester." Megan said firmly. "You don't want to help me remember, then... just.. Wake up. I'm staying. I'm making it to the end of this rather, creepy, freaking corridor and I am getting my memories back. With, or without you." Megan said with a firm nod to make sure Dean got the message. And boy did he. He knew how stubborn Megan was and seeing her stand up to him like that. He couldn't help but smile.
"Ok then." Dean said taking a deep breath and then looked at the road ahead. Sure enough it was a long corridor, in fact Dean couldn't actually see the end. There was no doors along the corridor, just grey walls with wall paper peeling off. There was a dim light that seemed to run the length that added to the overall creep factor of the place. Dean turned around to see if he could find the way they came in but his heart jumped into his throat as he saw an endless corridor behind them. They were trapped. Trapped in this weird creepy corridor. Dean mused whether they were trapped because Megan was getting weaker or because she was more determined to get answers and didn't want them running off.
"Ready?" Megan asked with a shaky breath. In all honesty, no matter how stubborn she was feeling, she knew she was getting weaker. The little stunt of running into the corridor had taken more out of her then she would have liked but she was determined to find herself. And looking down the corridor, she knew, she just knew the answers where at the end of it. But being stubborn had got her a lot of things in her short life. She knew for a fact, being stubborn had got her to America. It had got her hunting with her best friend. It had even got her back up on her feet when most people would have crumbled. Sure she might not have known everything about herself, but she knew when she put her mind to something she got it done.
"If you start feeling worse, you tell me." Dean said sternly as the pair took small baby steps down the dark corridor.
"Sure, you'll be the first to know... honest." Megan said with a cheeky grin that made Dean roll his eyes at her.
"Still a smart ass." Dean muttered as he took the lead, keeping Megan in view but standing in front of her, protecting her from anything that could jump out at them. His hunter instincts were going in over drive as he walked. He knew this place wasn't right. The way it felt, like Megan had said, it just was right. Dean was almost certain that there was something there. Something that threatened them with its silent presence.
"So, Dean, um..." Megan tried to strike up a conversation. Anything to stop the silence, to break the feeling in her stomach. The uneasy, hunters nerves that made her wish she had her family knife. Or a gun. Or car. Or hell right now she'd even take a branch. Anything she could use to protect herself. Dean glanced at her over his shoulder and saw the nerves. Sure Megan was a hunter, but this was her mind, and what could be more scary then your own imagination?
"Sam's hitting on your nurse." Dean blurted out as they walked. He herd Megan chuckle a little and smiled to himself. "Bought her breakfast and everything." He added as his voice seemed to bounce off the walls.
"Really?" Megan asked, thankful for the distraction. Her heart beat slowed to a more manageable level. "What, what does she look like? She pretty?" Megan asked as they moved down the corridor. Dean shrugged his shoulders as Megan walked up to his side.
"Small, red head... you know, not ugly..." Dean said plainly, his eyes darting to her own before scouting the area again.
"A nurse, and your not thinking she's hot?" Megan asked in disbelief. She couldn't hide the smile and laugh as she looked at Dean's a face. It was obvious he thought more of the woman.
"Ok, she's kinda hot! But no where near you." Dean said with his cheeky school boy grin and wink. Megan swatted at his arm and shook her head as the pair smirked at each other.
"You think this corridor is long?" Megan asked returning her attention to the creepy location they found themselves in.
"Let's hope not..." Dean sighed as the pair continued to make their way down the dark, creepy corridor.
Sam sulked into the room where Dean was sleeping. Sulking being the right word. He didn't know what to do. How to help. He just knew he hated the waiting around. He knew it gave him time, time to think of thousands of scenarios of what could go wrong. Sam was the brighter brother, it wasn't exactly a secret. But at times Sam wished he could be a little more like his big brother. He wished his brain wouldn't automatically go to that place, the place filled with blood, guts, gore, death and pain. He wished he could just switch that part of his brain off and just exist. But he couldn't. He was Sam. He checked on Dean and sighed watching him sleeping peacefully. Dean was just laid out cold, no creepy smile, no hint of what he was dreaming. If he wasn't in Megan's mind, Sam would have sworn it was the best sleep his big brother had got in a long time. He knew things were still hard for Dean. He knew Dean was trying to find a way to be just Dean. Not the protective big brother, or the husband, or the world saviour. Just plain old Dean Winchester. Sam knew Dean was strong though. He knew he would be ok, because after all Dean had himself, Bobby and Megan... when she woke up.
"Man, you better find her soon..." Sam sighed pushing his shaggy hair out of his face. "Dean, look... I know it might be scary in there. I know it might look like there's no light at the end of the tunnel," Sam paused thinking back to his own troubled mind. "You need to stay strong Dean. You can find her. You can find the light at the end of the tunnel and bring her back to us. Bring both of you back to us."
"You know Bobby is going to kick your ass when you wake up?" Dean asked as they continued down. Megan sighed knowing all too well the lectures that faced her when she woke up.
"I know, but-" Megan started to say when Dean turned to her, lifting his hand indicating that he wanted her to stop talking. The pair stood in perfect silence for a few seconds until Dean's expression darkened. "What?" Megan asked, the panic clear in that one word. Her heart began to race and she was almost certain that he could hear it.
"I thought..." Dean trailed off listening to his surroundings when a faint noise happened. A creaking, strained noise. The kind of noise you got in bad 1930's horror films when the Mummy was about to attack.
"What the hell was that?" Megan asked jumping up and looking around. Her heart was racing as she looked around. Her eyes scanning the whole space, she cursed under her breath the lack of light and looked to Dean for answers.
"I, don't know." Dean admitted as the pair looked at each other. "But I think, we should get a move on." Dean said holding out his hand for Megan to take. She didn't need to be told twice as she locked her hand in Deans and the pair sped up.
"This can't be good." Megan said softly as the noise started to get louder. It quickly became clear that the noise was coming from the walls. Megan looked at Dean with wide eyes as the noise appeared to be level with them in a matter of seconds. "Dean..." Megan said looking at Dean.
"We need to keep moving! Come on!" Dean cried out pulling Megan along. The pair went from walking faster, to jogging to running. But it didn't matter, no matter how fast, or how far they ran the ever growing noise was right there. Just behind the walls. The noise grew and changed. It changed into something that stop the pair of them in their tracks cold.
"Was that?" Megan asked stopping Dean. Dean looked around but couldn't see anything. The light was so dim, the walls, so run down. He couldn't make anything out.
"I can't see a damn thing!" Dean huffed as the noise happened again. He wrapped his arm around Megan, pulling her closer to him. "Damn it! Where is it?" Dean cried out, as the pair looked around the corridor.
"Dean... maybe this wasn't such a great idea.." Megan said with a nervous laugh. Dean nodded rubbing her back supportively.
"We're going to make it out here. Don't worry." Dean said softly. Although in that moment Dean wasn't sure of what was going to happen. The noise happened again, right in front of them. Dean pulled Megan behind him and was ready to face the monster head on.
"Dean!" Megan cried out as she saw it happen. Out of the wall, out of the grey, fading wall paper, a hand pushed out. It was a hand with claws, a hand Megan recognised all too well.
"Stay back!" Dean yelled unsure of what he really could do if the werewolf in the walls broke through and started to attack them. Werewolves were bigger, stronger and nasty. Dean had no weapons, and no way of protecting them, but he knew one thing. He would give his life to protect her.
"Dean! We need-" Megan started to say when a face pushed through the wall, again it didn't break the wall but Megan knew exactly what was happening. "It's me. It's my werewolf side..." She said standing at the side of Dean. Dean put his hand out stopping Megan from getting any closer to the monster.
"Megan, we need to get past this." Dean said, never tearing his eyes off the monster that continued to try to push itself through the wall.
"Dean... it's me..." Megan said softly.
"What? No! That part of you... it went to Purgatory... Cass, he sent it there." Dean said watching as the wall moved again and the claws tried to break through again. The roar of the werewolf echoed along the corridor and made the pair of them jump.
"It's part of me Dean," Megan said pushing Dean's hand out of the way and stepping in front of them. "It's always been a part of me. Always will." She added softly, it was like she was memorised by the creature and it's struggle to break free. Dean grabbed Megan's wrist, pulling her back.
"That isn't you. Ok? You need to realise that!" Dean snapped at her, shaking her by the shoulders slightly. Megan shook her head, a placid expression her face.
"It's ok Dean." She said pulling his hands off of her. "I know now... I, I understand." Megan said nodding to Dean.
"No Megan." Dean said taking a step with her as she tried to back away. The werewolf growled again and tried to burst through the wall. She turned around and walked to the wall, to where the werewolf was trying to break free. She didn't know exactly what she was doing, but she knew that she had to do something. She reached out a hand to the claw, holding her breath as they touched. "Megan!" Dean cried out, rushing forward. But then he stopped. Megan was holding the werewolves hand.
"I know... I know you thought I had forgotten all about you." She said to the wall. "You thought I'd moved on. But I can't. I can't without you. I know your in here. I know deep down you'll always be in here. It's ok now. I know. You don't, you don't need to get my attention any more. I know." Megan said calmly to the wall. Suddenly the walls began to shake. This time Dean did rush all the way to Megan. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back to him. The walls continued to shake as if the monster behind the walls was letting them know it was still there.
"Hippy talk? Really?" Dean asked holding Megan close.
"It's part of me dumb arse." Megan frowned to Dean as the walls stopped shaking. The pair watched as the corridor changed right in front of their eyes. The wall paper that was peeling and fading repaired it's self. Making the walls bright with colour. Then the lights above them shone brighter, enough to make them both able to see. And best of all, the end of the corridor appeared. A door stood waiting for them to open.
"Wow..." Dean smirked, impressed with Megan and what she did. Megan smirked but then felt like she was about to throw up. The heat washed over her and she pushed Dean aside, running a little behind them to throw up. The vile taste of bile burnt her throat as she emptied her stomach onto the ground then noticed the all too familiar copper taste in her mouth. She spat it out and saw the blood fall.
"Damn it..." Megan sighed standing up straight and turning to see Dean stood there with a worried expression on his face.
"We need to hurry." Dean said. It was all he said. But it wasn't all he was thinking. He noted that there still wasn't an exit, only another door to go through. He saw the blood, he knew Megan was getting weaker. But there wasn't much more that Dean could do. He needed to get her to her memories and for the pair of them to wake up. Then, and only then would Megan start to heal. Then he would have her back. Megan was too tired to speak, her muscles were screaming for her to rest but she was so close. So close to finding out who she was, becoming that person again. She needed the answers too much to quit now, and thankfully Dean realised it too. She nodded to him as she slowly wobbled her way to him. As soon as she reached him, she wrapped her arm around his waist for support. Dean hooked his arm under hers and the pair walked to the door. Neither of them really knowing what was going to be ahead. But all they knew is that they would face it together.
Ruth couldn't sleep. Sure the guys had wanted her out of the way to keep her safe, but damn it, she just couldn't stay away. She walked onto the ward to find Bobby and Sam sat around Megan's bed chatting softly. It was clear the pair hadn't gotten any sleep since she left and she wasn't sure if that was cute or annoying. She walked over to the pair passing them both fresh hot coffee's.
"Thought you'd need these." She said smiling at Sam as she noticed him perk up at her arrival.
"Ruth, you're meant-" Sam started to argue when she simply raised her hand to him, effectively cutting him off mid-sentence.
"I can't stay at home and worry on my own. I need to be here. So tough luck pal, I'm staying." She said taking the empty seat next to Sam. Bobby gave her a warm smile and a chuckle before sipping on his drink. "Has there been any change?" Ruth asked Sam as the pair shared a warm smile.
"Umm I don't think so. I mean neither of them have moved or woken up... yet." Sam shrugged a little. Ruth nodded softly and stood up, walking to the end of Megan's bed. She picked up her charts and then read the machines outputs. She couldn't hide the frown as her eyes scanned over the page.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked as she felt the pair of worried eyes on her. She let out a small sigh, wishing she was better with her poker face. She was a trained nurse, she wasn't meant to show emotions, but she was so tired too. She put a small smile on her lips and looked up to meet Bobby and Sam's questioning faces.
"Just thinking something..." She lied without making eye contact with either man. Bobby let out a heavy sigh and shook his head.
"Girl, your as bad a liar as your momma. Now, tell us, what's wrong?" Bobby asked giving Ruth a look that could read her soul if he wanted to. She put the charts back on the bed and sat down next to Sam, tapping her fingers on the edge of chair while she looked at the readings on the machines.
"Guys, I don't want to worry you..." Ruth sighed out looking at the pair. Sam had the damn puppy dog eyes and it killed Ruth to talk to him in that moment. She instead turned to the seasoned hunter, Bobby. Thankfully his face was more like stone. Ruth could work with that. She hoped.
They walked through the door and into blinding light again. Megan wasn't sure how much more she could take. Everything in her body was telling her to just give up. Wake up and get well again. But she was stubborn and it was that streak that was making her continue. As the light died down the pair found themselves back on the landing of Megan's home.
"Don't tell me we just went through all that for nothing!" Dean grunted as he rested Megan against one of the walls. She looked worse, and Dean really didn't think that was possible. He took her face in his hands and felt the clammy warmth from her face. "Hey, hey, hey, come on, stay with me." Dean said looking into her brown eyes. The light Dean loved in them had all but faded.
"I'm... gonna... try..." Megan said with laboured breathes. She was so weak now even words took too much effort. Dean gave her a sad smile before looking around the landing for answers. It was then he noticed a bricked up door.
"You always had that?" Dean asked pointing to the bricked up door way a few feet away from the pair.
"Not that I can remember." Megan mumbled as she pushed off the wall and wobbled over to it. As the pair got closer it became clear there was cracks in the wall. Cracks where light was shinning through.
"What the hell?" Dean asked as he reached out to touch one of the cracks.
"NO!" Megan screamed out, slapping his hand away quickly. Dean turned to her as Megan fell to the floor beside him. Dean dropped to his knee's grabbing hold of Megan, making her sit up right.
"Megan? Megan can you hear me?" Dean asked as her eyes rolled around in her head. She looked terrible, pale, sweaty skin, shaking slightly. "Wake up! Wake up now damn it!" Dean yelled as he shook her shoulders violently. "Wake up!" He snapped at her, the anger in his voice masking the worry and down right fear he had. He didn't want to lose Megan, and as much as he wanted her back. He wasn't going to let her die. She needed to wake up now. They'd wasted enough time in this place Dean thought. Megan's eyes started to focus on Dean again as she smirked at him.
"Your bossy." Her words came out slurred but she was trying so hard to mask the pain. To mask the worry she felt. She knew something wasn't right, hell maybe being stuck in her own mind should have been the first clue. But things weren't right and she wasn't sure if she could even wake up. She wanted out. That much she knew. She wanted to wake up and have Bobby lecture her. Sam give her the damn puppy dog eyes. Dean a hug, a real hug. Yeah, she wanted to wake up now. But she couldn't, something wouldn't let her. She was trapped.
"I know... you need to wake up Meg." Dean said with all the sadness he felt. He brushed some hair out of her face and she sighed, shivering slightly.
"Nope. Need memories." She said with a nod. Dean shook his head.
"Not this time." Dean said sadly. Something in Megan's eyes changed, they became duller almost. She grabbed his wrist with all the energy she had and held it tight.
"We can do this." She forced the words to have clarity. She forced them out so much, she had to make Dean continue. She needed to get to the memories to wake up.
"Megan-" Dean started to argue and she shook her head again.
"Break the wall." She said nodding to the bricked up wall behind them. "Don't touch the light. Hurts." She added with a smirk. Dean frowned at her, wondering what she was up to. He knew she needed to just wake up. Wake up and make everything right again, but she was still being so damn stubborn. Dean wished he knew a way to force her to wake up, but he didn't. So all he could do was, carry on with this stupid game. He took a deep breath and stood up, looking down at Megan with a strong face.
"Everything's going to be ok. I promise." Dean said with his cock sure smile. In that moment, Dean wasn't even sure if they were going to wake up from this. But as long as Megan thought it, it gave the pair a fight chance. He hoped.
"Right." Megan wheezed out softly as Dean nodded to her before turning to the wall. Now this was a whole new challenge to him. He needed to break down the wall without actually touching the light.
"Right. Right... ok... um.." Dean looked around for anything that could help him. But there really wasn't anything. Dean was getting frustrated and decided to go with his gut. He kicked at the wall and noticed a few of the cracks grow along the wall. The light so bright behind. Megan cried out in pain, grasping her head.
"Holy Shit!" She cried out holding her head. Dean dropped down to her side in a heartbeat. His arms wrapping around her shoulders as she took a few deep breaths and turned to him. "It's... it's working... don't stop... please." Megan begged, tears forming in her eyes as she looked up at Dean. Fresh memories seeped into her mind, flashing feeling and thoughts. It was more than she thought she could take. But it meant they were on the right track.
"Are, are you sure?" Dean asked worried. Megan battered his hands off her taking another deep breath.
"Do it Winchester." She said with a confident smile. Her body was shaking slightly and her sweats were rolling down her face, but she was determined to tough it out. She was too close to give up now. Too damn stubborn.
"Ok baby. Hold on." Dean said standing up and turning to the wall. "You are going down!" Dean smirked as he started to kick more and more at the brick wall. The cracks deepening and widening with each blow of Dean's foot.
"What's happening?" Sam cried out as the machines started to go crazy. Ruth had just explained to the pair Megan was getting weaker and then suddenly the machines had started to scream at them. Ruth moved quickly to the machine, hitting a few buttons and then pulled a flash light out of her top pocket. She lifted up one of Megan's eye lids and shone the light into her eye with little response. She checked her pulse manually and then adjusted one of the drips in Megan's arm.
"Ruth what's going on?" Bobby asked as the pair of hunters watched helplessly as Ruth tinkered with things and the screaming machines dropped back to the constant beeping.
"She's... something happening to her. It's putting a lot of strain on her heart and lungs... I don't know what's doing it." She said turning to Sam with worry plastered all over her face. "If it doesn't stop soon... I don't think her heart can take it. Sam. I am-" That was all Sam needed to hear. He walked out of the ward and marched straight to his brothers bed. Dean was laid there peacefully. There was no sign of trouble, no look of pain on his face. Sam couldn't take loosing Megan or Dean. They were his family. They had helped him through so much already, he couldn't do this alone.
"Dean, you better damn listen to me!" Sam growled, tugging at his big brothers sleeve. "You get Megan out of there! You hear me Dean? You get Megan to wake up right now! Then you get your ass out of there! She's dying Dean! Dying! Get her out! Now!" Sam growled shaking Dean's arm for good measure. But of course Dean just laid there, in his peaceful state. Moments later Ruth walked in and turned to Sam.
"Sam, I'm sorry-" Ruth started to apologise as she touched his arm. Sam cut her off by pulling her into a hug. His over sized arms wrapping around the smaller woman as he just hugged her. Ruth rubbed his back softly, hoping that she could at least make him feel a little bit better.
"Sorry I walked out on you." Sam mumbled as they pulled apart and it was only then that Ruth saw the water in Sam's eyes. Her heart bled for him in that moment. The absolute pain Sam was feeling.
"It's," Ruth said clearing her throat. "It's ok... I just need to check Dean's vitals then I'll stay by Megan's side until she wakes up." Ruth said clearing her throat. Sam nodded and stepped aside so that Ruth could check on Dean. His vitals were normal, but Ruth put that down to the fact he hadn't been under as long as Megan. The pair walked back to the ward. Sam's arm around Ruth's waist holding her closer to him. Bobby saw the pair walk in and gave them a sad smile. The three of them stood around Megan's bed feeling utterly helpless.
"Just, one more kick!" Dean cried out as Megan was in floods of tears rocking back and forth. The wall had all but broken. Dean was sure it just needed one more good solid kick and then they would wake up. "Megan? Can you take it?" Dean asked looking over at her.
"Do it already!" Megan cried out, trying in her opinion to sound tough. Her head was cracking open from the inside, inception had nothing on her in that moment. It felt like her chest was being ripped in two and her organs were being smushed into paste. But she was remembering so much. So much of who she was, who Dean was. The last five years, it was all flooding back to her in a tsunami of memories. Dean nodded as his eyes locked on Megans. She wasn't going to make it. Dean was certain, but he wanted her to remember him, them as a couple, before the lights went out. Dean used all his strength and kicked out, breaking the wall with one massive boot. He could hear Megan screaming in the background.
Everything went black.
"You want a drink?" Megan's voice bounced around in the darkness. It was so warm, so full of life that it threw Dean for a few seconds. He blinked and the light was back. He was stood in an empty bar with Megan. She was holding up an empty glass and smirking at Dean. "Drink?" She asked again, shaking the glass a little.
"Megan?" Dean asked, speechless to the situation. There stood at a bar was Megan. She wasn't wearing a Breaking Benjamin t-shirt, but rather a white shirt. She didn't look drained, or weak. She just looked like Megan. A smile crossed Dean's lips as he took in her imagine.
"Took you long enough Winchester. Thought I'd be stuck up here forever." Megan smirked as she put the glass down and walked over to Dean. Before he could speak she wrapped her arms around him and pushed him backwards onto a bar stool before giving him the most passionate kiss they had ever shared. This was Megan. This was his Megan. Dean relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her. Pulling her closer to him as they kissed. They pulled apart gasping for a air a little. Megan smirked up at Dean, all the love, all the life, all the light reflecting in her deep chocolate eyes. Dean couldn't believe it, he had Megan. It had worked.
"I've missed you so much baby." Dean whispered as he rested his forehead on hers.
"I've missed you too." She whispered back. "I, kinda know what's been happening though. Had cable up here." Megan joked as she walked back to the bar and poured herself a shot of whiskey. "Course, gotta say, not loving the new big bad." She shrugged before downing the shot. She poured herself another and took a deep breath. The act was working, she thought. She was toughing it out just enough.
"Yeah they are creepy sons of bitches." Dean said walking over to her. Megan turned to Dean and smirked, pouring them both shots.
"You have no idea..." She said holding up her shot. Dean picked his up and they knocked glasses before they both downed the shots.
"You remember then?" Dean asked as he placed the glass on the counter. The look on Megan's face answered the question better than words. "Forget I asked." Dean said grabbing hold of Megan's hand and looked into her eyes. "I am just really glad I've got you back." Dean said kissing Megan's hand.
"Oh god... you're turning into such a girl!" Megan laughed pushing Dean away a little. "Geez, I step out for a few months..." She teased Dean.
"I'm a girl?" Dean cried out, faking a hurt look on his face. Megan shook her head at Dean. She's missed this. Missed being this close to Dean and having him know she was there. Like she said, she'd seen everything. From waking in the hospital room with Cass, to Bobby's house burning down, right to Sam's wedding to Becky. Becky! And what was worse, Megan actually got along with her! She was never going to live that one down. It was so frustrating for the first few weeks she was sure she'd been possessed but as she listened, she understood. It killed her being stuck on the inside watching everything unfold. So many times, she just wanted to reach out and make everything better. A soft word to Sam, a disapproving look to Dean, a gentle nod, these small actions, at the right time, would have saved all of them a world of pain. Megan had a sad smile on her face as she remembered everything. Then suddenly she punched Dean on the arm hard.
"Ow!" Dean cried out rubbing the offending area. "What was that for?" He cried out, turning to her with such a shocked expression.
"Trying to make me leave! Back when Cass went AWOL!" Megan's face fell and she looked down at the glass. "I'm sorry about Cass, Dean." She whispered out, turning to Dean and giving him a sad smile. "I wish, I wish I could have-" Her voice betrayed her and she nearly cried. Dean pulled her to him, wrapping her in his arms as he kissed the top of her head. He knew Megan cared about Cass a lot. He held her close and kissed her hair again.
"It's ok." Dean soothed as they pulled apart. Megan gave him a sad smile and wiped her face. She bit her bottom lip and then smiled up at him. "I'm so glad I've got you back."
"I never really went anywhere, you all just, couldn't see me." Megan shrugged as she back at the bar. It was starting to take her toll on her. She didn't think she would loose control so fast. She wanted everything to be perfect before it happened.
"Well I've got you back now. That's all that matters." Dean smirked at her when the lights flashed. "What was that?" Dean asked looking around.
"What?" Megan asked, trying to sound as innocent as she could. Dean turned back to her and raised his eye brow.
"The lights flashed." Dean said plainly. He looked at her carefully as she just shrugged again.
"I didn't-" Megan started to say when it happened again.
"Ok that's it!" Dean said firmly. "Why don't we wake up and have this conversation face to face?" Dean asked glancing around and noticing a window, with nothing but darkness behind it.
"We are face to face." Megan joked with a smaller smile. Dean turned to her and frowned as he noticed she was starting to look a little rough.
"What's happened?" Dean asked firmly, holding Megan by her shoulders.
"Dean, just wake up." Megan pleaded as she looked into his eyes.
"Why don't you?" Dean asked, worried that it had all been in vein. Megan stood up and smiled at him, stroking his cheek with her fingertips.
"Dean, come on. You know what's happening here." She said so softly, her smile so genuine and her eyes so full of love. Her voice nearly breaking as she tried so hard to keep it together. Dean shook his head as the realisation hit him.
"No. No Megan! You cant die on me now! I've just got you back!" Dean said shaking his head more. He hadn't gone through so much crap. Been hurt so bad, just to have five minutes with his Megan. It was a kick to the jewels he was not going to take this time. The universe owed Dean, and it was time to pay up.
"Dean, it's taken so much out of me to get here." Megan said softly. She sat back down on the stool and pushed her hair out of her face. "I can't stand much longer in here. I just got to let go... And we both know, if your in here when the lights go out..." Her voice cracked as the emotion broke through. This was harder than she thought. Hell she was just planning to make Dean wake up and then go... He'd never know, or rather, she'd never have to hear him plead for her life.
"No." Dean said firmly as his eyes watered up. "No Megan. No, please. I would rather die with you then go on alone."
"Dean," Megan said so sweetly. "You are a complete idiot. What about Sammy? Or Bobby? You know they need you."
"And I need you!" Dean said as the lights flickered again. The pair looked around as the lights became dimmer.
"If you don't go now..." Megan said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm just glad you found me."
"Please Megan-" Dean started to say when she stood up and crashed into him. Her lips meeting his as she held him close to her. The kiss of a dying person is always so much more than any words can truly describe. It encompasses more emotions that your brain can't truly process. It's so damn sad, after all it's usually a goodbye, but at the same time, it's a celebration of all the happy times your shared. All the lazy Sundays spent in bed, all the laughs, all the jokes, all the times your on the floor rolling around laughing. Its everything and more.
Dean's eyes shot open and he was looking up at a hospital ceiling. He jumped out of the bed, his heart pounding in his chest as he ran. His legs weren't fast enough. They should have been fast. Why weren't they faster? He needed to get to her. He needed to make her wake up. She had to wake. She needed to wake up.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Dean cried out as he ran into the room. They were all stood around the hospital bed. Tears rolled down from Sam's eyes, even if had control, he would have let them fall in that moment. Bobby stood at the back of the room, his mouth a little open, the shock clear on his face. None of them were prepared for this to happen. None of them wanted this to happen. Dean cried out again, the raw pain, guilt seeping over every plea. "Come on, come on Megan! Don't, don't do this! Please, god don't do this!" He cried out as the machines horrid single string of noise bleared out. The doctors rushed in and in a motion of blur they used the defibrillator on her body. Lifeless it jumped into the air and landed back onto the bed, still and just as lifeless.
"Please girl..." Bobby's own plea barely above a whisper. Bobby had seen death, literally, and he'd always faced it head on. But in that moment. Seeing her body, just laying there, knowing, knowing deep down there was nothing they could do to help. Bobby did the one thing he hadn't done in a long time. He prayed. He prayed for her life.
"No, no, no!" Dean cried out, the tears streaming down his face as Sam held him back. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. It just wasn't registering with him. The shock was too much. All of them were seasoned hunters, they'd practically seen hell, in two cases they actually had. They had face demons, gods, angels and even a devil, but nothing. Nothing had prepared them for that moment. The doctors work on her for a few more minutes before the lead doctor turned to his junior. The expression was easy to read. This was it.
"Time of death-" The doctor announced and all that could be herd his Dean's cry of pain.
"NO!" The word is so simple, yet filled with so much raw pain. So much love, so much loss. It choked Sam to see his strong big brother, break down in his arms. Dean just fell to the floor, his eyes locked on the lifeless body. Even after seeing his parents die, his baby brother, and countless friends, this one. This one was different. Dean felt like he couldn't breathe the pain was so raw, so fresh. His mind went blank, and eerie calm amongst the storm of the situation. His eyes wouldn't blink, the imagine of her body, laid there, burnt into his mind. This was one of those imagines no amount of alcohol would take away, no matter how many days he lived. And he would try.
"God... you took the wrong one." Bobby muttered as the tears roll off his face. Dean on the floor, rocked back and forth slightly as he just looked at her body. He felt so helpless. So weak. Sam wasn't fairing much better, his legs felt like they were going to give way any moment, and he couldn't tear his eyes off her lifeless body. He knew how wrong this whole situation was. He knew he should have figured it out soon, he should have known faster. Then... then she would be alive. Ruth stood there watching everything. Tears were rolling down her face as the doctors walked past her. She couldn't believe it, in fact, she was damn near determined to disbelieve it. She wiped her face and marched over to Megan's body. It was still warm, warm was a good sign. She started to do compressions on Megan's chest as she thought.
"Bobby! I need you to continue this for me!" Ruth snapped, as her training kicked in. Dean just sat on the floor in a mess, Sam wasn't much better. Neither brother knew what the hell Ruth was doing. "Bobby Singer get your ass here now!" Ruth snapped to Bobby who stood in shock at the far side of the room. Bobby blinked and quickly walked over to Ruth, continuing with the compressions.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, his voice came out like a three year old and it killed Ruth, but she didn't have time to think about his feelings. She routed around in a draw for a set of keys before she ran to a cabinet and pulled out a small jar of clear liquid.
"Guys, you probably don't want to watch this..." Ruth said grabbing the needle and filling it with the liquid. She made sure there was no air and then looked over to Bobby. "They aren't listening to me." Ruth said softly, leaning in so that only Bobby could hear. "I need to put this needle in her chest."
"Just do it." Bobby said looking over at the boys. They were in shock, it didn't matter what any of them would have said or done. They were to focused on their grief to act on it. Ruth took a deep breath and said a silent pray before injecting the needle straight into Megan's heart. She started up the compressions again and continued her praying.
"Come on! Come on! Don't do this!" Ruth almost growled as her eyes darted to the heart monitor. Beep. A noise, Beep, then another. "Thank you God." Ruth cried out as they rhythmic beeping started up once again. Dean was up on his feet in seconds as Megan opened her eyes and gasped for air as if it was her first.
"You did it!" Bobby cried out, a tear rolling down his cheek as he hugged Ruth. Dean couldn't believe it, he held onto Megan's hand, squeezing it. He had her back, Megan was alive. Tears streamed down his face as his smile reached each ear. Megan blinked a few times and looked around confused for a few seconds.
"Why are you all crying?" She choked out.
"You need to take it easy, they're only letting you out because we promised to make you rest." Dean smirked as the pair walked over to Megan's Camero. Words couldn't describe how glad he was to have her back. Not just Megan, but his Megan. The woman he'd married. The one he loved.
"Oh stop fussing. You're like an old mother hen." Megan teased rolling her eyes as she lent on the car. She had to admit, she liked being back in control. She wanted to run around and stretch and move every limb, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. But when she saw the way Dean smiled at her, she knew it wasn't a dream.
"I'll old mother hen you." Dean muttered as he kissed her forehead.
"Sam looks like he's gutted to be leaving." Megan said looking over and seeing Sam stood with a small red head nurse. The woman who saved her life.
"Nah." Dean said putting Megan's bags in the boot. She paused and turned to Dean with a questioning look. "He's staying a week." Dean added with a smile.
"Oh." Megan smirked as they watched the pair talking. Ruth, went up on her toes and pulled Sam into a very passionate kiss. At which Dean and Megan looked away.
"Looks like I'm not the only one who's gonna be having some bed rest." Megan joked as they climbed into the car.
I know the ending feels a little bit of a let down after the build up, sorry. Anyway, if you wanna review, that would be pretty awesome as I've lost all motivation to write at the moment and could do with a pep talk... thanks for reading!