Hey everyone, here is my next chapter I hope you all enjoy it!
I had been driving solid for a day and I needed to stretch my legs, it was the dead of night as I pulled over at the side of an empty backwater road. I grunted as I slammed the car door shut loudly. I ran a hand through my hair as I stalked round to the boot and slammed my hand hard down. Have all the monster been told to actively avoid me? Where are the vampire nests? The ghouls? The ghosts? Djinns? Demons? Hoodoo? Black magic? Hell even a simple case of the zombies would do. I just need something to kill! Something, anything to vent this rage on!
"Just my freaking luck." I muttered bowing my head as my hair fell round my face. I had quickly fallen into good old O'Connor traditions of bury the damn feelings and beat the crap out of something. Only that was the rub- three weeks of searching for a hunt, a case, hell any monster I could rip apart with my bare hands and I got... nothing. Not even a hint of something. I swear the universe was doing this to me on purpose! I couldn't even find a Leviathan to tackle, that's how desperate I was getting.
"Bit dangerous to go it alone right now Love." The unmistakable British accent of Crowley echoed in the silence. A smirk crossed my lips, hidden by the hair around my face. Ok, so I might not get to beat down and kill something tonight, but I can settle for punching Crowley around. I pushed the hair off face and tilted my head in the direction of the King of Hell as he just loved to call himself. The smile slipped from my face as I settle on a stone cold stare.
"Didn't think you cared." I hissed sarcastically, tossing the hair over my shoulder and turning so I was leaning on the boot. My wolf side stirred at the thought of venting, she was just inching to get out and I was right there with her. I had been struggling to keep her at bay. It was taking everything I had to keep my temper under control. I wanted to lash out at everything. I watched as Crowley simply raised an eyebrow as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Ouch." Crowley faked being hurt as a smirk crossed his lips.
"Oh I could hurt you a hell of a lot more." I insisted, throwing Crowley an evil smirk. "And believe me, I would just love to rip you apart right now." I added keeping up my stone cold stare. Crowley nodded approvingly before looking around the empty road. He let out a small huh, before turning to face me again.
"Do Moose and Squirrel know you're out here alone?" Crowley asked simply, but I could see in his eyes he knew the answer. I tensed, damn it I didn't want to, but as soon as he mentioned the pair I tensed. Three weeks and I hadn't talked to either of them. Sam had called and I text or emailed him, just to keep him off my back. Dean had called, I had ignored all those calls. The pain wasn't fading and no matter how far away I got from him, Dean was still playing on my mind. Get it together O'Connor, you don't want Crowley playing you out here alone. I glanced at my arms before meeting his gaze again. "Oh, trouble in paradise I take it." He hummed as he walked over to me, that smug grin on his lips.
"Bite me Crowley." I snapped pushing myself off the boot as I started to walk past him. As I got level, Crowley grabbed my arm stopping me dead in my tracks. I looked at his grip on my arm and raised as eyebrow as I met his gaze. I balled my free hand into a fist and was just about to swing for him when Crowley opened his mouth.
"You know, for one of those goody goodies, I've always had a bit of a soft spot for you Megan," Crowley spoke carefully, his grip on my arm firm. I glared into his eyes hard. "There's always been so much... potential in you." He grinned as his eyes took in all the features of my face. That look made my skin crawl. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and swung out connecting with a solid crunch to his jaw making Crowley stumble backwards.
"Like I said, bite me." I growled shaking my head as I walked over to the drivers side. Crowley laughed as he held his face, licking his bust lip as he looked up again.
"Love to, but first maybe I could point you in the direction of a little hunt?" Crowley smirked, as I paused. Do I trust him? Of course not! But if he's offering me something I could beat down on... I knew it was a dumb move but I turned and looked at him over my shoulder.
"A hunt?" I scoffed out, not believing it was anything that simple. I turned and waited for him to give me more details.
"Yeah, I mean that's what you're looking for right? Something to beat the crap out of until it stops hurting." Crowley shrugged plainly, tucking his hands into his pockets. There was a look in his eyes. He'd seen me tense, he knew more than he was saying. He always knew more than he said.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I scoffed shaking my head and faking ignorance as I folded my arms over my chest.
"Oh, so you're not in pain right now?" Crowley pondered aloud as he walked over to me, his eyes locking on mine as I gulped hard. "I've seen that look a million times before." He commented pointing to my face. I tensed again as I felt a dart of pain hit my heart. I pulled on the cold stone killer stare that had kept me alive in more fights than I cared to admit.
"I don't know-" I started to lie when he cut me off.
"Squirrel's done something, pretty bad. I can see he's hurt you. It's written all over your face, he's ripped your bloody heart out and walked all over it!" Crowley waved a finger at me as I just scoffed acting like I had no idea what he was talking about. "What did he do? Finally admit he was in love with the baby in a trench coat? Hmm no. Refuse to give up his subscription to Busty Asian Beauties? No not that either. Maybe he told you he couldn't take being married to a monster anymore? Huh no reaction." Crowley folded his arms over his chest as he studied me. "No he's done something much worse." Crowley nodded as he formulated something. I felt like I was cracking under his gaze and it was taking everything I had to hold the façade together.
"Just tell me about this hunt." I grunted looking away from him as I wanted to rip his head off. My hands held onto my arms so tightly that I was sure I was going to give myself bruises, but it stopped me from lashing out.
"Who was she?" Crowley asked as I snapped my head back to him. A wide grin crossing his lips as he clicked his fingers together. "That functioning moron! He cheated on you! That man has bigger balls than-"
"You don't know anything, just shut up!" I growled at Crowley looking away from him. That rage was right back in the forefront. I felt my wolf stir and I wanted nothing more than punch the crap out of Crowley.
"But I do." Crowley smirked as he walked up to me, just keeping out of my personal bubble. "I've seen the look of broken heart before Sweetheart, and you, you're one of the worst." Crowley whispered looking into my eyes as I felt the pain rip into my heart all over again. I couldn't look away from him, the pain was so real. I couldn't hide it from him, Crowley just knew. I felt the tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I pushed away the lump in throat.
"Is this where you offer me a deal?" I scoffed as I tried to push the emotion from my voice. "My soul for revenge on Dean?" I questioned barely above a whisper as I shook my head softly. I blinked back the tears as I tried to find my strength again.
"I do like to make a deal..." Crowley shrugged backing up slightly. "But I know you're not stupid enough to give me your soul for a Winchester- again."
"Look, what do you want from me Crowley?" I asked softly brushing the hair out of my face as I felt way too exposed in front of him. He knew the truth, and boy did Crowley like to twist things like this to his advantage.
"I want to help you feel better." Crowley offered, using all the charm that got him all to the position of King of Hell.
"You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe you off the bat." I quipped getting the attitude back in my voice. Crowley held his hands up in defeat as I just stood there waiting for him to crack.
"Ok, so maybe I want you to kill someone for me too. Send a message to some of the crossroad minions who think all hunters are focused on the little Leviathan issue." He shrugged breaking like I knew he would.
"You want me to do you're dirty work? What the King to high up to get his hands dirty now?" I asked cocking my head to one side, slightly amused as Crowley shrugged a little.
"I try to keep my hands in many pots. I'm a little busy right now." Crowley offered that as his only explanation, but I wasn't stupid I knew that there was more behind it.
"Why am I taking care of your business?" I asked again, pushing the issue. I knew Crowley wouldn't just do this without having a game plan behind it. Crowley closed the gap between us in a blink and I had my hand resting on my family knife in the next heartbeat.
"You want to kill something. I want it dead." He whispered into my ear before pausing a beat. "Plus I hate seeing you so heart broken over some idiot Winchester." He added with a soft kiss to my cheek before disappearing on me. I let out the breath I was holding and slipped my knife back into place.
"Son of a bitch." I sighed out shaking my head as I climbed into my car, slamming the door shut and resting my head on the steering wheel. This is stupid idea! This is a bad idea! This is up there with the great mistakes! But... it's a hunt, I get to kill something. I get to save people! I get some way to vent this rage. I just gotta go in with eyes open. Keep my wits about me and that way Crowley can't pull the rug from under me, right? Yeah right! I felt a breeze next to me and sat up. Magically a map appeared in my passenger seat with a big fat cross on it, along with a little note from Crowley. I picked up the note and read it aloud. "The maps so you don't get lost. She isn't Squirrel, but take out everything you want on her. Love and kisses Crowley." I chuckled sarcastically at the note, screwing it up into a ball before throwing it onto the seat next to the map. Yeah he's gonna screw me over some way. I just know it. I revved the engine and set off.
I must have been driving for the best part of two days to reach Eden, NC. I wasn't sure what hunt Crowley was walking me into, I knew enough to keep my wits about me. If Crowley had put me on the hunt I knew it wouldn't be as simple as he was making it sound. My phone began to ring, playing Be Yourself by Audioslave. I pulled it out my pocket, knowing that it was Sam by the ringtone. I huffed, my finger hovering over the answer button as I pulled over to the side of the road. He keeps wanting to check up on me, thinking that talking to him would make it better? He keeps trying to explain why Dean cheated. He keeps trying to convince me to come back. He doesn't realise how badly it hurts. I can't keep talking to him about it! He's a Winchester, I just... I need a clean break. I bit my bottom lip as I cancelled the call. I felt bad for ignoring his call, but I honestly thought I needed to do things on my own. I needed the break, a clean break and then maybe, maybe I could loose some of this heartbreaking pain that was ripping apart my chest.
"Ouch! Even Moose is on the no flight list now huh?" Crowley asked appearing in the seat next to me. I threw the phone back into my pocket and grunted at his smug smile.
"You know, if you're going to be co-pilot with me on this I'm going to draw a devils trap on the roof!" I snapped pointing to the roof for good measure. "And I will do it! No matter how much I love this damn car!"
"Oh come on, I thought we had gotten past the old threatening each other stage? I got you a hunt, didn't I?" Crowley pouted as I shook my head and pulled back onto the road.
"You got me something it remains to see if it's a hunt." I huffed shaking my head as my phone buzzed to say I had a voicemail. I gripped the wheel tighter just dreading what Sam had put into this voicemail.
"Ohh I must say Megan, that rage is kinda sexy." Crowley teased as I glared at him, slamming the breaks on hard, making him almost hit his face on the dash. He grunted sitting up and straightening up his shirt. "That was bracing." He muttered sarcastically he looked over to me.
"You need something?" I snapped waiting for the King of Hell explain himself. My fingers drumming on the wheel as I waited impatiently.
"I just thought someone should keep an eye on you. I mean after a bad breakup you could use a friend." Crowley shrugged innocently. I gripped the wheel so tight that I thought I was about to break it. I saw Crowley dart his eyes to my hands so I loosened my grip.
"Friend? We," I waved a finger between the pair of us. "We are not friends. There isn't a universe where we are friends. You want the Leviathans dead, I kill them. You are only on my side until they've gone. Don't think I don't know exactly what we are." I explained plainly as I looked dead into Crowley's eyes.
"You know, you sure know how to hurt some ones feelings." Crowley pouted, faking the hurt before grinning widely. "I like it, keep it up!" He laughed before vanishing again.
"I swear Crowley! Devils trap! Right here!" I screamed out pointing to the roof of my car with a huff as the phone started to buzz in my pocket. Audioslave started to play through my pocket and I let out a heavy sigh. "I so don't need this right now." I huffed as I revved the engine and raced into Eden in search of a place to crash so I could look into this crossroads demon Crowley wanted dead so badly.
I sat in the crappy motel, my laptop out researching as much as I could. It didn't take a great deal of hacking to find the local reports of deaths had risen in the last ten years. On average Eden had nearly a twenty-five percent rise on natural deaths in the last ten years. Even though the spike was high, clearly someone had worked hard to make sure no one noticed. Looking into a couple of the deaths it was crystal clear to a hunter that the deaths were linked to a crossroads demons. Some shmuck down on their luck suddenly gets everything they've always wanted and then BAM a few years down the road- dead. Only unlike the usual, unusual animal attacks, these deaths would look for the most part natural. This demon was clever at covering its tracks. There was a kicker though, the demon was cashing in on five year contracts, not the usual ten years.
"Huh, so that's why he's not happy. The demons cashing in earlier than he likes." I hummed out loud as I made the connection. I tapped my pencil against the table in a steady beat as I continued reading.
"I did tell you I wanted the moron dead for a reason." Crowley commented appearing in the chair next to me. I dropped the pencil and rubbed the bridge of my nose as I let out a small sigh. I did not like having him as a co-pilot in all of this. Especially when he let himself in whenever he wanted.
"You gonna be like this the whole hunt?" I pondered as I turned to him with an annoyed look. I flexed my hand back and forth into a fist as I tried to control my anger.
"What do you mean?" Crowley asked innocently, but the glint in his eye was anything but innocent.
"This!" I cried out pointing to the fact he was sat next to me in the motel room. "I mean popping in anytime you want to. I know how to do a hunt and I don't need you over my shoulder every five minutes." I protested folding my arms over my chest as I just glared at him.
"Megan." Crowley hummed out in a low tone. "I just don't think you should be alone right now. People do very stupid things when they come out a nasty break up. I see it everyday. I'm just looking out for you." He was faking that caring tone again. I knew he was lying, it was Crowley he had to be. I rolled my eyes as I was getting really riled up by his act.
"Bite me!" I scoffed pushing my laptop away. "Just... just stuff it where the sun doesn't shine, ok?! We aren't friends! I don't need your shoulder to cry on! I don't need to have some deep and meaningful about how hurt I am! I don't need a chick flick and tub of Ben and Jerry's! What I need is to work this case, kill something that deserves it and work on finding a way to bring down Dick Roman! That's it! Understand?!" I ranted as I pushed the hair out of my face. Crowley sat there studying me for a few minutes before nodding and giving me a small smile.
"Always loved that attitude." He purred as he watched me glare at him. "Ok, fine! I see you've discovered the little bastard that's messing up my operation." Crowley huffed throwing a hand out to the research I had spread out across the table.
"Yeah, I know a crossroads is here. I still don't get why you need me to do it for you though. What about Guy? Wasn't he enough of a warning?" I asked looking over as Crowley clicked his fingers producing two glasses of what I assumed was Scotch.
"He worked. But this git has being trying to make a name for herself." Crowley muttered bitterly as he took a sip from his glass.
"Threat to the thrown?" I teased picking up the glass in front of me and sniffing it. It sure smelt like Scotch but that didn't mean that there wasn't something more in it. I held it in my hands as my eyes darted back to Crowley.
"Please." Crowley scoffed. "No, but I don't like the way business is happening down here." Crowley nodded to the glass. "Just Scotch, honest." I looked at the glass again and brought it up to my lips before pausing.
"Then why not do another Guy and show the underworld you don't play around?" I asked confused lowering the glass from my lips again.
"The ranks are getting restless. This Leviathan business is giving them ideas. No one hunts demons at the moment. We're just not in vogue." Crowley answered sarcastically with a small shrug as he read the screen on my laptop. I paused as I watched Crowley closely, if I didn't know better I would have said his nose was a little out of joint not being the monster of the month. I hid the small smirk that wanted to break out on my face with my glass.
"They think now is a good idea to attack since all the hunters are more concerned with Leviathans?" I stated more than asked already knowing the answer as I took a sip of the Scotch. It was a welcome heat that raced down into my stomach, settling there with a familiar feeling of comfort.
"Yeah the idiots don't see the big picture." Crowley grumbled as he took another sip of his drink.
"So a hunter takes out this demon who's running it's mouth... two birds, one stone for you. The demons know that hunters are still going to take them down and you get rid of this crossroads who is messing up the big picture, huh?" I mused before taking another sip of the drink. If this was Crowley's plan all along, it made sense. Though I was surprised he was letting me in on it. Crowley liked to play his cards close to his chest.
"Like you said, we're on the same side until the Leviathans are gone." Crowley shrugged looking back at me. "How's that going by the way?" He asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow as I put my glass on the table, pulling my laptop closer to me.
"One problem at a time huh?" I deflected, typing away. I focused on the screen and wasn't sure if Crowley had left or not. Honestly I hadn't got far with the Leviathan issue, we knew who the boss was, but after we lost Bobby. It was hard to really get a grasp on what would actually kill them. Frank was working his angle but he wasn't reliable at all. All in all the hunt for Leviathans seemed to have stalled. I was hoping that working separately I could focus on it and find something useful. It was crushing me that maybe Bobby had died for nothing.
"You can find the goon messing it all up in a place called Apple Crossroads, some bar in town." Crowley spoke waving a hand in the air as I looked over to him. If I didn't know better I could have sworn that Crowley knew how bad I was feeling over Bobby's death. I paused for a moment knowing the kind of relationship he and Bobby had shared, I wondered if Crowley missed him at all. But then this was Crowley he was probably working some angle I just hadn't figured out yet.
"Thanks." I said honestly with a small nod. He was actually being useful for once and I had to give him credit for it. Crowley looked slightly surprised and then brushed it off looking at me with a smirk.
"Well don't get used to me being too nice to you." Crowley clicked his fingers and disappeared on me again. I sat busy reading through some of the more recent deaths when Back in Black started to play from my phone. My heart jumped into my throat as I saw it was Dean ringing. I just froze and looked down at the boz eyed face Dean was pulling. The phone buzzed along the table closer to my hand with each ring. Dean's face lit up and clear to see. It had been a couple of days since he had last tried to call me and in all honesty I had hoped he had given up on it all. I just looked terrified at the small machine as the song continued and the phone nearly reached my hand. I snatched my hand back as if the phone was toxic. I watched it crash into my laptop and buzz a couple more times before stopping dead. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding and ran a hand through my hair. I noticed the glass of Scotch Crowley had brought for me, still sat that. I grabbed it, downing it all in one go. I let the burning sensation take over the chills the phone had caused me.
That night I decided to check out Apple Crossroad. I was still concerned that there was an angle Crowley was playing that I just wasn't seeing, but I had to admit, I couldn't wait to kill something. I changed into jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, I left my hair down and made sure I wore perfume to mask my wolf scent. I didn't want to spook the crossroads demon before I had formed a plan. I made sure my knife was tucked into boot and I slipped my jacket over the top. I walked to the bar and rolled my eyes as I walked in letting out a loud groan.
"Sure Crowley... a bar or something." I huffed as I took in the place. Sure there was a bar, but most of the place was full of strippers. Women in as little clothing as possible throwing and thrusting themselves over men who in all fairness should have probably been back at home with their wives. I could see why a crossroads demon would want to work there. There was a certain type of person who visited a strip bar. You're ex for example... I shook away that thought. The demon would be able to make plenty of deals, the place was located on a crossroads for crying out loud! As I stood there I was hit with a smell. It was more than a human scent, it was closer to the scent Luke, the Alpha Werewolf, had when I first met him. It was alluring and sexy, it took over my senses and seemed to cloud my mind for a moment. I shook my head trying to clear the haze this smell was bringing on. It lingered in my mind as my eyes darted around the room for anything that could be the source. As I looked around the bar the scent faded along with it's comforting feeling. I couldn't see any course, or track the scent. It just seemed to vanished as soon as it started. I let out a heavy sigh and thought about turning around and coming back under the old FBI gig when a blonde woman walked over to me. She was wearing short denim shorts and a crop top just covering her bust with the bar logo on it. She was taller than me thanks to the white stiletto heals she was wearing.
"Hey, are you here about the sign in the window?" She asked beaming at me, while examining me, her eyes skirting up and down my body. I felt like a piece of meat as her eyes raked over my body. I repressed the urge to cover my body with my arms and instead decided to act innocent.
"Huh?" I asked pretending not to fully hear her over the blearing music. She took my arm led me closer to the bar where it was quieter.
"I'm Destiny, the Manager. I said are you here about the sign in the window? You know, the bar work?" She asked innocently giving me a smirk. I guess they didn't usually get women just walking into the bar just to grab a drink- go figure.
"Um, yeah... yeah I am." I nodded glancing around and getting a quick lay of the land. The place was busy, I clocked five dancers at least, Destiny and someone behind the bar. It was a Saturday night so I guess this was peak. So many idiots to make deals with... this is easy picking for a demon.
"Ok, so do you have any experience?" She asked cocking her head to one side. She flashed me a smile with bright white teeth and Barbie pink lipstick.
"Just at university." I nodded plainly, I wasn't going to tell her I had worked in a few bars while floating cross country hunting evil. Destiny turned to a red head behind the bar and jerked her head towards me. The red head trotted over, clearly she was in heels too. The red head was much taller than me with cool green eyes, and bright red lips to match her hair. She was wearing the same, um, uniform, as Destiny.
"What do you think Candy?" Destiny shouted over the noise of the music. Candy, the red head, darted a cool look over me as I just stood there, feeling way too judged by a bunch of strippers. I do not get paid enough for these type of situations...
"She doesn't look like she could handle the guys." Candy scoffed as a smirk broke out across my face. Candy scowled at me before trotting off to server a beer to some guy who had floated up to the bar.
"Something funny?" Destiny asked smirking at my confident smile. I cocked an eyebrow and nodded.
"They always say that until they're laid out." I commented, giving Candy a fleeting glance. Candy heard me, and gave me another small scowl. Destiny chuckled at my answer, clearly liking my attitude.
"I'll give you a weeks trial. Cash in hand. You start," She glanced at her watch. "Now." Destiny added pointing to a back room. "Uniform." She barked.
I was forced to change into the stupid short shorts, and the crop top. I was only working in the bar but I felt way too exposed to do anything useful. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail, making sure I applied a little extra make-up so I would fit in. I made my eyes smoky and applied a little deep red lipstick. I knew how to work the way my body looked and it was something to be thankful for in that moment. My wolf genes had made me a stunner in my own right. It was probably the only thing that got me the job. The lack of clothing showed off my anti-possession tattoo on my right shoulder blade with the scar cutting through it. It was the one that Eve had ripped open when she took over me. I sighed looking at my shoulder in the mirror. I was worried if the crossroads demon saw it they might have thought I was a hunter. But I guess with it ripped open it showed I had been possessed at some point. I walked out of the back, my boots still on but my knife tucked in my clothes in a locker. I had my phone in my pocket and a small switch knife in the other pocket but it wasn't going to be enough to defend myself from any real threat. As I walked onto the floor I tried to find the source of the scent that had so violently thrown me off my game. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find the source and that alone tingled my spidey senses.
On the walk over to the bar I noticed a couple of the dancers sobbing a little. One was dressed as a school girl, her fake blonde hair in high pig tails, fake freckles drawn on. The other was a naughty nurse in a uniform I was pretty sure made for children. Her blonde hair looked real, and was carefully held in place by a small fake nurses hat with small bobby pins with red crosses on them.
"You ok?" I asked softly, passing the school girl a napkin. She took it and wept a little more as I watched the pair. The nurse was pouting with a sad expression as she brushed some hair out of the school girls face.
"Yeah, yeah totally, sorry." She sobbed as the nurse wrapped her arm around her friends shoulders protectively.
"She's just, like taking it hard, you know?" The nurse explained, with a squeeze to her friends arm. The pair shared a sad smile before turning back to me.
"Sorry?" I asked confused as I watched the pair realise I was new.
"Oh sorry, I totally didn't realise Destiny had filled the bar role already. You must be like totally new." School girl nodded, clearing her throat as she wiped the tears away, artfully making sure not to mess her make-up.
"I'm like Misty and this is like Lexi my total BBF here." Misty, the nurse, introduced the pair. "We're just like so shaken up because some of our favourite regulars have just like passed away." She added crossing herself.
"I'm Megan, um, I'm sorry to hear that." I replied as Lexi pointed to the wall behind them. Apparently it was a wall of fame for the regulars. I took a quick glance and recognised a few of the faces from the reports I had been reading all day. I was definitely in the right place. Lexi pointed to a photo of three guys, a tall skinny guy with greying hair, a chubby bold guy with blue eyes and an average looking guy with short black hair.
"Jack Lemming, Scott Exeter and Joel Oscar." Lexi pointed to each man in turn. "Jack died a month ago and we've just heard from Officer Jackson that Scott totally died yesterday." She sobbed a little.
"I guess you liked them, huh?" I asked with a sad smile trying to be as understanding as I could. But honestly the likes, totally and their actual tone of voice was grating on me.
"Oh we used to call them ELO, the guys like, they were totally regulars for years. Even when their business suddenly took off they would still come down and make sure like we knew they hadn't forgotten us." Misty beamed as she turned and looked sadly at the photo sniffling. "They were like great guys, I can't imagine how Joel is taking it." She added turning back to me with fresh tears in her eyes.
"Totally!" Lexi added sadly.
"Their business suddenly took off?" I asked realising that it sounded like deal. If it was, then Joel Oscar could be my best bet at finding who was making the deals.
"Yeah, yeah like they run the local plastic manufacturing down on central. The guys were near like total bankrupt when one day it all just took off." Misty explained with a shrug as Destiny walked over to us.
"Ladies, I'm paying you to work the room, not each other." Destiny hummed as she reached us. She gave the girls a warning look, I got the vibe that the girls were usually getting into trouble for chatting by the way they ducked their heads down.
"Sorry Destiny, it's my fault. I was just trying to get to know some of the staff." I lied as the two blondes just nodded in total agreement. Destiny shrugged her shoulders as if she understood.
"Fine, but girls your up after Isabella, go get ready." Destiny nodded her head to the stage where a tanned brunette was in the process of removing what I thought looked like a snake skin jump suit, upside down on a pole in the middle of the room. All the men seemed to flock around and watched her. Hell I was even a little impressed with her flexibility.
"Like nice meeting you Meg." Misty smirked as she led Lexi away by the shoulders.
"They're nice girls, just not much upstairs, you know what I mean?" Destiny blurted out as she led me to the bar. I let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah." I nodded making my way to the bar.
"So Candy's shift is about to end, you're on till close. Just do your best. You get stuck, holla, I'm always around." Destiny was looking past me, I glanced over my shoulder as a man in sharp suit walked into a booth. "If you'll excuse me." Destiny purred pulling her crop top down a little more than it needed to be and swung her hips as she made her way over to the booth.
I had an awkward orientation by Candy, who seemed to hate me from the get go. Other than that the night went smoothly. I kept an eye on all the dancers, Lexi, Misty, Destiny and Isabella seemed to be the popular girls. I didn't get a chance to talk to any of them apart from passing on the drinks people had ordered. I never caught the scent again and began to wonder if it was just my wolf powers going out of whack because of not being around the one calming influence I had. I need to find a new way to cope without him in my life. I did it before, I can do it again. I can control this without his help. I can do this. I can... I pulled my hair down and ran a hand through it all as I moved the last of the bottles back into their right places. I just wanted a shower, a quick nap and start working on the Joel Oscar angle. I really wanted to rip this demon apart with my bare hands.
"You look better with your hair down." A female voice purred as I spun round and saw Isabella leaning on the bar, her arms tucked under her bust showing it off perfectly. Her tanned skin seemed darker in the dim lights by the bar, but her sharp grey eyes seem to take in everything around her.
"It might, but if I have to throw someone out, it's better tied up." I answered as I walked over to her wiping down the bar.
"Shame, I think it looks hot." She winked pushing away from the bar and stretched a little. "You here to dance or just bar work?" She asked watching me as I turned around to put the bar rag away.
"Just bar work, need a little extra money." I lied wringing out the cloth.
"Dancing will get you more." She sang over the silence of the empty bar.
"Hey like, is that a tattoo?" Misty asked as I glanced over my shoulder. Her and Isabella were inspecting the anti-possession tattoo on my shoulder. Both were looking at it utterly confused, it seemed like neither of them knew what it was.
"Um, yeah... a mistake." I muttered as I watched them both closely. Misty bit her lip, something flashing through her eyes before she spoke again.
"How did it like, scar like that?" Misty asked tilting her head from one side to another and back again, utterly confused.
"Someone cut it." I admitted turning fully around so the girls couldn't see it anymore.
"An attack?" Misty asked utterly tactlessly as her eyes glinted with interest. Isabella frowned at Misty shaking her head a little.
"You could say that, it was a fight. I lost." I admitted as Misty lent back on her heels for a moment taking it all in. She was processing something behind the dumb act. I glanced down at the floor and released a little of the wolf power to see if I could sense if one of them were demons. I had to keep looking to the floor because my control was all over the place and I had no way to keep my eyes from changing. I could hear so much, smell so damn much but I couldn't sense the demon, or the mysterious scent from before. Ok, rain in back in, come on Megan, bring the wolf back under control. It was difficult to pull my wolf side back inside, she was just itching to be free and fight. After struggling for a few moments I finally felt like I had it back under control, I let out a small sigh and looked back up at the girls. They both threw me sympathetic smiles.
"Misty, you sure know how to make the newbies uncomfortable." Destiny chimed in as she walked over to the bar, clearly she had been listening to the conversation.
"Oh, like I am so sorry. I totally didn't mean, to like, hurt your feelings." Misty apologised as I just gave a polite smile.
"Well, if that's all I'd love to get changed and sleep." I muttered glancing over to Destiny who nodded so I could leave.
I got the worlds fastest shower, and crashed on the bed face first. I wasn't sure I wanted to sleep but I knew my body needed at least a few hours rest. I closed my eyes as I swear that scent filled my brain again.
The darkness was all around me. The scratching, the snarling, the goo. They were just waiting for me. They were always just there waiting for me. This time felt different. My head was fuzzy. It almost felt like it used to around Dean. But this was different. I felt sexy, sensual and strong. It clouded the fear that the Leviathans were trying to bring me. I stood perfectly still surrounded by this invisible barrier of strength.
"I'm sick of this! You want a piece of me? Come get it!" I screamed at the top of my voice as I threw my arms out wide. My heart raced in my chest as I stood there, waiting for the darkness to consume me once again and rip the flesh from my bones, time and time again. "I said come on!" I yelled out when a glow surrounded me. A warm, safe, glow wrapped its way around me, the glow getting brighter and brighter as it covered my vision. I had to close my eyes against the bright white light as took over all my senses.
I blinked as I woke for the first time alone, not ready to rip everything apart with my bare hands. My head was still fuzzy, that scent I just couldn't place clouding any clear thoughts I could muster. I knew I should be worried, alert to some unseen danger, but I just... I didn't care, everything was amazing and good in the world as far as I cared. Audioslave started to play as my phone buzzed on the bed side table. In my fuzz filled brain I just picked it up.
"Hey Sam." I yawned as I rolled onto my back with a feeling close to waking up after great sex.
"Megan? You um, you actually answered! I didn't think.. I mean I um I-" Sam was stumbling over his words and I thought about how cute he looked when he was flustered.
"Sam?" I sang in a soft purr.
"Yeah?" He asked softly, letting out a soft gulp.
"You called." I chuckled, a genuine throaty chuckle as I let my eyes drift shut.
"Are, are you ok? You, um, you sound... different." Sam asked sounding worried as I just laid with this bliss feeling running through my body. I was happy and content as I laid there on the bed.
"Yeah... I just woke up." I purred again, slowly opening my eyes and seeing it was eight in the morning. I had a good fours hours solid sleep. For me, that was all kinds of win.
"Oh sorry, I just... I was worried when you stopped texting me back, I just wanted to make sure you were ok." I could hear Sam throwing those puppy dog eyes at me and I smirked again at how cute and innocent the giant could be.
"Oh Sam." I purred out with a soft sigh my mouth working before my brain could catch up. "I am fine. Honestly, I'm working a case right now." I answered as the fuzz and the bliss feeling started to slip. Did I just... did I just think Sam was cute? What the hell?! Something is not right here... My body tensed, and as I tensed the fuzzy feeling left me, the alertness and worry that should have been there since I woke up, kicked in.
"Ok, but I just want you to know, if you need someone to talk to. You know you can call me, right?" Sam asked but I wasn't really listening. That scent was all around me. I shot up in bed and darted my eyes around the room. My heart was racing as I realised how dangerous the situation could be. I was alone, a far as I could see I was alone. I blinked, releasing my wolf side and used all my extra senses. Even with the added boost, I couldn't pick up on anything. I was totally alone in the room. What the hell just happened? Who was in this room and why the hell can't I track them?! The scent was fading fast, but it was the scent that had clouded my brain in the club. "Megan? Hey, you still there?" Sam asked down the phone as I did a quick walk around the room, just to see if I could track the scent.
"Damn it." I huffed realising it had gone, just like in the bar. It was next to impossible to track on that thing. A knot formed in my stomach as I sat back down on the edge of the bed. This hunt was dramatically getting complicated and I got the feeling it was only going to get worse.
"Megan?!" Sam shouted down the phone snapping from the worry, I raised it to my ear and felt all the insecurities rise to the surface from both Winchesters. The hurt and raw pain Dean brought up in me. It was like a hit to my gut as it came flooding back to me.
"Yeah, sorry Sam, I'm here." I answered barley above a whisper, my eyes darting around the room. My instincts were telling me something bad had just happened to me and I needed to wrap this case up quickly. If the demon was just in my room, they could have killed me in my sleep.
"What's going on? Are you ok? Do you need some help on your case?" Sam cried out sounding utterly confused and worried. I ran a hand through my hair when I felt a clip in it. I pulled at the clip and saw a small red cross on the bobby clip. It was the same type of clip Misty had in her hair. I closed my hand over the clip realising who my crossroads demon was. She was sending me a warning, she knew I was in town and exactly who I was.
"Yeah, no. Sorry, I'm ok. I just got a break through on my case. I'm ok Sam. I don't need help." I answered shaking my head as my mind started to race with ways to get Misty alone so I could take her out.
"Are you sure? I could come alone, if your worried about-" Sam was begging to help me but he was a Winchester, he was Dean's brother. Just knowing that Dean was near him was ripping me apart.
"It's ok Sam!" I snapped knowing how his sentence was about to end. "I got this. Gotta go, bye." I hung up before he could say anything else and looked down at the clip. "Misty, you are like totally my demon, huh?" I mimicked her voice as I looked at the clip in my hand.
I wasn't stupid, I knew I hadn't felt a single twinge of demon from anyone in the club. That mixed with the scent that clouded my brain so well, I knew something was off. I hit the research hard. This time looking into any monsters that could effect a person the way the mysterious scent had effected me. After a couple of hours of research I found one creature with that kind of power, a Siren. The last and only time I had seen one though I could smell it a mile off. Things were just not adding up. Maybe the demon was working with a Siren at the bar but I still should would have been able to pick them both up. I shook my head as I paced around the room, contemplating calling Sam to get his view on it all. I picked up my phone and started to scroll through the numbers. Maybe John's journal would have something useful, maybe the guys had come across something like this before. I don't need to talk to Dean, just Sam. Just about the case. If I make it clear Sam wont bring him up with me. They just might-
"I wouldn't." Crowley sighed as he appeared in my room.
"We need to talk." I grunted tucking the phone into my back pocket.
"Do we?" He asked cocking his head to one side.
"This crossroad demon, you sure they're at the strip club?" I asked putting my hands on my hips.
"One hundred percent." Crowley smirked as he shrugged a little.
"Then why can't I sense them?" I fallowed up, watching him careful. Crowley's smirk grew just a fraction and I knew it was something bad.
"Remember Princess?" Crowley asked as I just nodded. Princess was a demon infesting a body only I couldn't sense it the whole time I was around it. "So maybe this demon here, figured out how to hide too." Rage blinded me as in that moment all I wanted to do was rip him apart with my bare hands.
"WHAT?!" I cried out storming over to him as he vanished. "I can't believe you Crowley! I swear I am going to beat the crap out of you after this!" I screamed as I punched the wall where he was stood. The release of just a fraction of the pain felt good. It felt so damn good that I felt nothing from the cuts that decorated my knuckle. When I get my hands on that bitch... all this pain it's going to be free. I'm going to get rid of this horrible pain. I calmed down a little and sat at the table, flicking the hair out of my face as I let out a heavy sigh. I knew know at least why I couldn't sense the demon or the siren. They were masked to me.
With how utterly complicated things were getting, I knew I had to be prepared. I made sure I carried a bronze sword with me, though I had to get the blood of an infected on it. That's going to be fun. I had no idea who had and who hadn't been affected. No one was acting love crazy and doing stupid things. They were all just deals. I groaned as I felt a headache come on. Crowley sure knew how to make things complicated.
I knew I had to be certain who the Siren and the crossroads demon were. I knew there was only one person alive who for certain had made the deal. I had to go find Joel Oscar before his contract ran out. I changed into a suit and set off. I pulled up outside his house and felt like I was being watched. I carefully got out of the car and glanced around. I couldn't see anyone, but I couldn't shake the feeling. Act cool, just buy some time. I walked up to his front door and knocked waiting for an answer. I hummed to myself as I waited. The street was quiet so when I heard something being knocked over in the house I knocked again- louder.
"Mr Oscar?! Open up!" I hit my fist hard against the door when it sounded like there was a fight going on inside. "Forget this." I muttered to myself as I shoulder barged the door open and pulled the gun from my back. I could hear the fighting coming from the bedroom upstairs. My wolf stirred, excited that I was about to get into a fight. It was itching to be free. I raced up the stairs and burst through the door as Joel Oscar went crashing into the wall near my head. I looked over in the direction he came from but no one was there. I scanned the room and could tell that whoever threw him had vanished. That scent was fading in the room too. I dropped to my knees and put a hand on Joel. He flinched, whimpering away from at me.
"God please, no don't!" He begged as he moved his arm and looked at me. I could see he was stunned and utterly confused.
"I'm here to help, are you ok?" I asked softly, tucking the gun down the back of my waistband.
"I,um... I thought... she was just... what the hell is going on here?!" He cried out, eyes wide in utter fear.
I got Joel to calm down and sat in his kitchen as I tried to get him to talk to me. I slipped on the coffee he made and looked over to his face. He was processing everything that had just happened to him, but there was something else. We sat in silence and I knew the longer I waited the harder it would be to track Misty down.
"Look, clearly something was just trying to kill you." I started as his eyes darted to mine.
"She, she she... I um... I have no idea what's going on." Joel sighed rubbing his head. He had knocked it pretty hard.
"Ok, why don't we start with the deal you made." I asked softly as he let out a bitter laugh.
"How do you know about the deal?" He asked suspiciously.
"You're not the first to have this happen to you. I go around breaking these kind of deals. I promise, I'm here to help. You just need to explain it all to me, ok?" I was as honest as I could be without freaking him out any more than he was already. Joel sat there weighing up if he could trust me or not before letting out a small sigh.
"I didn't believe it." He scoffed running a hand over his face. "Me, Jack and Scott went to the bar. It was going to be a our last goodbye to the factory. We got the letter from the bank, they were shutting us down by Monday." Joel shook his head as he looked at me. "You ever get so low, that you think, what the hell, sounds crazy but it can't get much right?" He asked looking straight into my eyes.
"Actually, all the time." I nodded hugging the cup closer to my body. "Only, it usually gets much worse." I added with a shrug.
"We got a private dance, drinks flowing. I can't even remember how it all happened, not really. We got talking about why we were there. She said she could help. I couldn't stop laughing! How can a stripper help save a business? I mean they're not exactly Mensor material, you know?" He asked shaking his head as he took a sip of his coffee. "Anyway some how we listen to her. She said for our souls she would make sure the company never had money issues again."
"You're soul?" I asked carefully. It sure sounded like a crossroads deal to me.
"I know right? My soul! Like I'm going to give up that for anyone. Scott and Jack couldn't wait to agree. They clearly didn't know the deal they were making. They just saw boobs I think." He scoffed then his eyes seemed to glaze over as he remembered something. "I was so against it. I didn't want to agree. She smiled and touched my arm," Joel touched his arm where she had touched it. "I don't know. At that touch it all made sense. I just agreed. I couldn't remember why I was so against it before."
"Just a touch and you forgot?" I asked confused because now it was sounding like she was a crossroads demon and a Siren together. I frowned as I tried to make Joel make it clear. "Was there two of them? Two strippers?" I asked thinking maybe Misty and her BFF Lexi were the Siren and demon. It made perfect sense that they would work together.
"No, no just her." Joel blinked as he turned back to look at me. "She kissed all three of us and then the next morning we got a massive order. It saved the company. Since then, we've never looked back." Joel lent back in his seat and looked guilty. "We used to joke about the deal, every time we went down to the strip club, we joked with her about it. Our souls..." I felt the sadness and grief wash over Joel. "Then Jack died, and Scott. Five years just like she promised."
"The contract was only for five years?" I questioned as at least Crowley had given me the right information for once.
"Yeah. It's so stupid. I mean we've been sleeping together for years." Joel confessed. "She would come over once a week, I hid it from everyone. We didn't want people to know." Joel added looking lost. "But today... she... her eyes turned red. She tried to kill me. You probably think I'm nuts huh?" Joel asked turning to me, turning pale.
"Not so much." I admitted with a soft smile. "Joel, you might have figured it out, but she isn't exactly human." I approached the subject carefully.
"You think?!" He cried out, shaking his head again.
"I just need to make sure we're both on the same page her." I said pulling up Misty's photo. "I can handle not human, but I need to make sure we are talking about the same girl." I added.
"Handle? What the hell does that mean?!" Joel cried out getting worked up as I slid the phone over to him.
"You really don't want to know." I sighed as I saw the fear flash through his eyes. "Is this the stripper?" I asked tapping the top of the phone. Joel took the phone and his eyes went wide.
"Misty?! That bimbo! No! God no! I doubt she can even spell contract!" Joel scoffed passing me the phone back.
"Then who?" I pressed realising my whole theory was about to be thrown off balance.
I got Joel to stay in his house, protected with some hoodoo, that would keep a normal crossroads demon away. I still wasn't a hundred percent certain what the hell I was about to face as I pulled up outside the bar. I made sure I had the bronze blade with Joel's blood on me, but I was more bothered that I had my family blade and gun. I took a deep breath as I tied my hair up and rolled my head on my shoulders. My wolf was just under the surface ready to pounce as soon as I found her. I walked into the bar and found it was empty, not a soul in sight. I pulled on my wolf side, closing my eyes as she came rushing to the foreground. I let out a sharp breath as I blinked and felt the power running through me. This was the first time I had really released this side of me since I returned. She was hungry and ready for a good fight.
"Anyone in?" I called out as I stalked further into the club, to the side where the dancers usually were. I couldn't hear a single heartbeat as I kept my wits about me. The dim lights of the place would have been an issue if it wasn't for my wolf side.
"Megan? What are you doing here so early? I thought your shift didn't start till eight?" A female voice asked as I turned and was face to face with Isabella. She had her hair down and was wearing the snake skin jump suit with a massive slit where her cleavage was on show.
"I have a little business to take care of." I answered as she noticed my eyes and smirked.
"Sexy wolf eyes, I can totally dig that." She smirked licking her lips as she took another step closer to me. I pulled the gun up on instinct and held it up, ready for a fight. "A hunter? An actual hunter? Huh!" She blinked as her eyes turned blood red. "Man, there was a moment when I thought you were just another demon trying to step on my patch." She chuckled as she waved a finger at me.
"What gave me away?" I asked plainly, refusing to let her get the drop on me.
"I mean the ripped tat, threw me." She started to move over to one of the seats. "But then I went to your room. Hunter. Obviously." She smirked leaning on the back of a chair.
"So we know what I am. What are you?" I asked lifting my chin as I looked at Isabella.
"Crossroads demon, the red eyes give it away you know." She chuckled as I cocked my head to one side.
"And the scent?" I asked plainly. Isabella let out a rich laugh as she tossed her long hair off her face.
"Well, lets just say we're not all born equal." She quipped as I raised an eyebrow. "Mommy dear, did love to experiment." She added with a wide beaming smile.
"Eve?! Eve did this to you?" I snapped as it clicked in my head.
"She made me, a dash of Siren with all the creamy goodness of crossroads." Isabella smirked licking her lips as she suddenly pushed herself off the chair and raced at me. I got off a few shots as her body crashed into mine. We went flying backwards as she landed on me, straddling me and throwing the gun out of reach. I growled as she lowered her face to mine, her red eyes locked on mine. "Such a sexy werewolf." She teased darting her tongue out and licking my lips. "Hmm, I just love that taste!" She hummed as I punched her square in the face knocking her off me. I rolled in the opposite direction, rolling onto my feet as she stood up, throwing the hair out of her face as she smirked at me again.
"End all the contracts in town!" I demanded raising my fists up.
"Make me." She winked as we both charged at each other. I swung out and got a good shot to her body. Isabella doubled over, using the momentum to spear me into the wall hard. I felt the plaster crack at the impact as I let out a grunt. Pain shot up my back but it just pissed me off more which in turn fed into my wolf side. I elbowed her back hard making her release me and back up.
"Cancel them now and I promise to kill you quickly!" I snapped with a deep animalistic growl.
"Threats are such a turn on." Isabella chuckled as she brought her leg up, kicking me straight into the face. I stumbled back into the wall, tasting my own blood in my mouth. I let out another grunt as I balled my fists up. I moved closer to her, swinging out a couple of punches that made perfect connection. I felt the air leave Isabella's lungs as I shot sharp hard jabs. She cried out in pain as she doubled over again, this time in more pain. As her head went down I brought my knee up and heard a crack I was waiting for. Isabella let out a small scream of pain pushing me away from her. I smirked as she stood up, flipping her hair over her head. Her nose was broken and bleeding badly.
"I'd apologise but it's just going to get more rough." I joked feeling the release I was getting from beating the crap out of her. This was what I needed, this was what I had been craving. I was beating down on her, but somewhere in my mind it was telling me that all this was Dean. I was ripping him apart, breaking his nose.
"Not the face! I need to keep working after I've killed you!" She screamed as I pulled out the bronze blade and held it tight in my hand. Isabella cocked an eyebrow and smirked at the blade. She waved her hand out at me and the blade went flying out of my hand, landing in Joel's picture on the wall of fame. "You want to kill me? We do this hand to hand." She purred as we started to circle each other.
"Fine by me!" I screamed out as I waited for her next move. Isabella swung out a fist to me, I caught it and twisted her body so it was facing away from me. I jerked her body to mine and wrapped my arm over her chest holding her against my body. "It's been ages since I snacked on a demon." I hissed into her neck as I opened my mouth, ready to bite into the the flesh. Her foot came flying up and it was only by reflex that I managed to catch it. Unfortunately this meant that Isabella's body was free, she elbowed me in the ribs and I felt the a crack vibrate through my whole chest. I yelped pushing her away with so much force I heard her crash into a couple of table. I bent over as I felt the burning pain in my chest. She had cracked a rib badly and it felt like it was digging into my lung.
"Aww did that hurt?" Isabella mocked as she waved a hand making my body snap up straight. I let out a scream as my side protested badly.
"I am going to kill you." I growled as I pulled my family knife out and started to run at her. Isabella held her hand out and stopped me in my tracks. She smirked with a glint in her eyes as she swung her hips to glide over to me.
"I thought I said no toys in the bedroom?" She purred as she put her hand on my chest. I started to smell the scent that clouded my mind so effectively. "Pheromones, very handy when you need to keep someone from questioning you." She purred as I tried to fight against the hold she had over me.
"No... I wont..." I growled out with as much force as I could muster.
"You will." She lent close to my face and whispered into my ear. I could feel her breath on my skin and it sent a shiver down my spine. "That's it." She hummed as her lips pressed a teasing kiss on my ear. As her lips touched my skin my wolf side just went. In a heartbeat she had completely calmed the raging wolf inside of me. My mind clouded with thoughts that were just down right sinful.
"What... how? It's gone." I breathed out as Isabella pulled away from my face. I instantly missed her warmth.
"It's my party piece." She smirked as she moved back. "Now, what do we have here?" She purred looking dead into my brown eyes. I couldn't look away from her, she was just so captivating and beautiful. She was everything I ever wanted in a partner and my body was telling me that I wanted her, and I wanted her now.
"You're stunning." I gushed as her smirk grew. I bit my bottom lip just imaging what it would feel like to make her crack out into a full blown smile. She moved closer again and my heart jumped into my throat as my breath caught. She ran a ghost of a touch over my cheek and I craved that contact.
"You're in pain." She purred her eyes locked on mine the whole time. "You are in so much pain." She pouted sadly as she kept her eyes locked on mine.
"I'm in love." I corrected her, a smirk crossing my lips as her thumb ran over my lower lip.
"You were." She frowned a little, taking her hand back. "They broke your heart. I mean like really broke your heart. That raw pain, it's pouring out of your soul." Isabella almost sang as I felt a twinge of the pain she was talking about. The dart of pain faded just as quickly as it came though.
"Then take it away." I hummed softly. "Take me, and make that guy just a bad day dream." I begged her as she nodded a little. I just needed to be completely with her in every sense of the word.
"He? A hunter?" She asked biting her lip and driving me wild.
"Dean Winchester." I answered panting a little, she cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"A Winchester. Nice." She smirked and then frowned as her eyes locked on mine again. "Oh but that pain, it's got to be eating you up inside."
"He hurt me bad, yeah." I shrugged feeling the twinge again, sharper this time. "But love bites, and so do I." I winked before slowly licking my bottom lip.
"You are giving me so many naughty ideas." Isabella purred as she ran a hand down my arm.
"I like naughty ideas." I purred as I felt her touch on my bare skin. It was driving me crazy, she was so close to me but I couldn't just touch her. She was still holding me perfectly in place.
"How about this, I will make sure all that pain goes. Every last bit. I'll make sure Dean Winchester feels everything he put you through and more." Isabella darted her eyes to my lips. "And all I ask in return? Your soul." She purred taking her hands off me. I had a moment of pure clarity, a flash in the darkness. Dean's face flashed into my mind, and I with his face I realised how much danger I was in.
"No!" I snapped the fear clear in my eyes as I realised how close she was to me. I tried to move my arm but I was held in place. My heart raced as I struggled against the invisible hold she had on me. "No go to hell bitch! I'm going to kill you!" I hissed into her face. Isabella was completely un-phased by it all.
"Damn you're a tricky one." She hummed as she touched my arm again. Instantly I was pulled back into the clouded warmth she brought. "Now how about it?" She purred as my heart raced at her touch.
"You'll make him pay?" I asked arching an eyebrow as I thought about it all. That sharp twinge hitting my heart again.
"So bad, and I'll make sure he will go through everything you felt and more." She purred as she darted her eyes to my lips again. She licked her own and darted her eyes back to mine.
"For my soul." I barely could get the words out, she was so enticing. I wanted her so badly. All I knew is that if I said yes, I could have her. I could take her and make her mine. It was all I wanted, needed in that moment. "I guess... I can do that. As long as he pays." I whispered out the words as my eyes locked on hers again.
"I knew you'd say yes." Isabella gave me a smile that made my heart race. "Now for the fun, one little kiss and the deal is made. Do you want to kiss me?" She asked cocking her head to one side.
"Oh god I can't wait to kiss you." I purred as I felt the hold she had on me release. I stumbled slightly into her body and that contact was everything I needed and more.
"One kiss." She whispered, her breath on my skin driving me crazy. There wasn't much of a gap between us anyway, but she lent closer. Her eyes locked on mine the whole time as I took a deep breath. Time seemed to slow as I felt her heat getting closer. I licked my lips as I felt her lips hovering so damn teasingly close to mine.
"One kiss." I whispered back, my eyes darting to her red lips, before back to her eyes. She smirked nodding her head a little as I started to lean closer. My heart racing like a teenager in love. One kiss and she's mine forever. Dean will be nothing but a bad memory.
"Back in black! I hit the sack!I I've been too long, I'm glad to be back!" AC/DC's Back in Black screamed out in the silence. Dean's ring tone only getting louder by the second. I blinked realising just what I was about to do. All the cloud, the fuzz in my head instantly disappeared. I forced the blade in my hand forward, when Isabella wrapped a hand round my hand, stopping me.
"We are going to make this deal!" She hissed as we struggled for the blade. The whole time the song continued to to play. I punched her in the face hard, snapping her head back with so much force I was sure I'd ripped her head off. I heard the sick crack of her neck breaking as she snapped her head forward again.
"Die bitch!" I screamed pulling on my wolf strength to force the blade into her stomach. Lightening went through her whole body as I bit into her neck, feeding off the demon inside her. I dropped her body to the floor and pulled the phone out of my pocket just in time to see the call stop. My heart was racing as I looked at the phone. What did I just nearly do? I could have killed him? I could have killed myself. Shit I let that get way out of hand.
I called Joel and told him, that his contract was broken. He was free. I went back to my motel room and cleaned up. I was in the middle of packing when I heard glasses land on the table behind me. I didn't need to turn around to know that Crowley was here.
"One of those for me?" I asked zipping up my back pack.
"For a job well done." Crowley cheered as I turned to face him. He picked up the glasses and passed me the other. "Excellent work Megan." He chuckled taking a sip of his glass.
"What happens to the rest of her contracts?" I asked cocking an eyebrow as Crowley rolled his eyes.
"Fine," He huffed clicking his fingers. "Void." He muttered as I took a sip of the Scotch.
"How long did you know she was a creation of Eve's?" I asked sitting on the edge of the bed. Crowley sat at the table opposite me and shrugged.
"Does that really matter?" He asked looking over at me. "You got to beat the living crap out of her, and then kill her. You got what you wanted out of the deal and so did I." He shrugged again.
"But she could have killed me." I ground out with a glare to match. "Knowing she was one of Eve's from the start would have helped."
"You might have said no to me if I told you." Crowley pointed out tilting his head to one side.
"You should have told me." I huffed as we sat in silence and finished our drinks. A thought popped into my head. "You could have killed her, you really didn't need to make the spectacle about the hunters. You scared of her power?" I asked as Crowley let out a chuckle.
"There are a very few number of things that scare me Love." Crowley answered with his usual cocky tone.
"She one of them?" I asked pushing the issue.
"Absolutely not." Crowley got to his feet. The confident washed off him.
"Then why me?" I asked getting to my own feet. Crowley paused as he looked at me, really looking into my eyes.
"She nearly had a contract with you." Crowley said with a smirk.
"How do you know?!" I snapped as my eyes widened with fear.
"Because I asked her to make one." He quipped as rage ran through my body.
"You son of a bitch!" I cried out and tried to move closer to him. He was holding me far enough away from him so that I couldn't do anything to him.
"I told you at the start. You've got potential kid. I really mean it. That pain I see in your eyes. The way Squirrel's ripped your heart out. You only see that once a generation." Crowley explained as he looked dead into my eyes. "Your pain, your rage, your power. There is so much potential in there that I would have been foolish not to try and take advantage of the situation."
"I don't care if we're meant to play nice. I am going to kill you." I ground out fighting against his hold.
"You've got potential, don't think I'm the only one who will notice." Crowley smirked before grabbing his glass. "I meant it when I said Megan, I didn't like seeing my friends hurt."
"We-" I ground out.
"Aren't friends." Crowley rolled his eyes as he waved his free hand. "Yet." He smirked before disappearing. I fell into the table and smashed my hands down hard.
I had been driving for hours, Crowley's warning bouncing around my head as I tried to get things clear. He was right about one thing. I was holding onto this pain and hurt. It got me on the knives edge, I was so damn close to making that deal. The one thing that pulled me back from the darkness was Dean. As much as he hurt me, I knew he would always be the one to pull me back. I knew it was dangerous to keep holding onto this pain. There was only one way to work through it, one real way. I pulled over to the side of the road and grabbed my phone. I pressed dial and held it to my ear. My heart raced as I heard it ring.
"Megan?" Dean asked making my breath catch in my throat. There was so much confusion in his voice. I couldn't speak, words just wouldn't come out of my mouth. "Megan? Are you there? Megan?" Dean asked snapping me out of my muteness.
"Thank you." I blurted out and then bashed my head against the steering wheel. Smooth move...idiot! Thank you, really?
"Come again?" Dean asked more confused as he let out a small sigh. I bit my lip as I tried to work out how to explain myself.
"It's really freaking complicated, but, I mean, um you saved me on this last hunt. I was kinda on the edge and you called me, brought me back. I just, I just wanted to say thanks." I stumbled my way through the explanation, my heart racing as I realised just how damn close I was to really messing things up.
"The edge?" Dean asked utterly confused. "Megan, are you in danger, do you nee- do you want um help?"
"No! No I'm ok now, I know... it's ok. It's a long story, I'll tell you all about it one day." I answered shaking my head as I felt like a complete idiot.
"Are you sure you're ok? You sound... scared." Dean let out a heavy sigh as he lowered his voice. I knew instantly that Sam had to be around.
"You don't want to know." I answered honestly.
"I- I'm sorry." Dean hummed as I pushed the hair out my face.
"I know." I whispered as a lump formed in my throat. "I called to um, I wanted to um. Us." I stumbled over my words again as I cleared the lump in my throat.
"Us? You wanted to talk about us?" Dean asked and I hear the hope in his voice as clear as crystal.
"I need to get things clear in my head. It's tearing me apart here Dean." I admitted closing my eyes as I felt the pain rip through my chest.
"Megan-" Dean said my name so damn sadly.
"I just need to make it clear." I answered as I heard Dean curse under his breath. I could hear Sam's voice in the background but I couldn't make out what he was saying. "Bad timing?" I joked sadly.
"Just, just give me two seconds." Dean answered before badly covering the mouth piece. "Sammy, I need to take this. Tell Frank I'll be in when I'm done, see what he''s got." There was a pause where I heard Sam mumble a reply. "He wont shoot you! Just, just remember no quick movements." Dean almost joked before pulling the phone back to his ear. "I'm here." He said plainly.
"You guys are at Franks?" I asked biting my lip a little.
"Yeah, he owes us some Intel." Dean explained before letting out a sigh. "I, I don't know how to-"
"Don't say sorry, please." I begged as the pain in my chest seemed to intensify. "I can't take sorry right now. I just... I need to know that there wasn't something I could have done-" I heard Sam yell Deans name.
"Megan- I gotta- I-" I could hear the pain in Dean's voice as he interrupted me.
"Go." I let out a heavy sigh as I heard Dean run. A few moments later and I could hear the gasp.
"You think it's his blood?" Sam asked from the side. "It's everywhere."
"I... who else could it be?" Dean asked in utter shock. I pulled the phone away from my ear and realised that Dean had bigger things to deal with in that moment. He couldn't process Frank being gone and talking to me about how our marriage failed. I hung up and put my phone down. I got out my car and lent against the side. I let out a heavy sigh as I looked up to the sky.
"It's ripping me apart from the inside and God help me I'm trying to get past all this. I'm trying so damn hard to know that- that you and me-! I can't I can't even say it! I'm so broken right now Dean. I hurt so damn bad and there's a part of me that wants to run to you. I want to run to you and let you hold me, make me feel like it's all going to be ok again. But I can't, we can't. How can we when-" I scrubbed my face and shook my head. I was never going to be able to explain to Dean how much I loved him. Or how badly this pain was that I felt like I was going to carry around for the rest of my life. I knew I shouldn't hold onto it, but I honestly didn't know how to get over Dean Winchester.