Roaring the Impala's engine, Sam and Bobby pulled into the broken cobbled driveway of 9113 Clay Street. The Impala rocked to and fro from the uneven stones. The rundown Victorian home's once bright green paint had changed to sickly pale pea soup green. The home moaned, rasped, and lamented from abandonment. Poison Ivy had overtaken more than half of the outer surface and the front door was now a yawning hole. Remnants of a once beautiful garden had been smothered by weeds years ago.

Stepping from the car, Bobby and Sam quickly strapped on an arsenal. The modified bug sprayer filled with the victim's blood was tightly strapped to Bobby's back. The handgun is his hand was ready for action with a back-up gun tucked in his right boot. Sam was equally fortified. A magnum hid in his waistband and a shotgun was embraced in his arms.

"Sam, no matter what Meg says you stick to the plan. Don't you believe anything she spews at you. You play the game we've created" Bobby nudged Sam's side.

"Don't worry, I'm ready for this." Sam cocked the shotgun and started up the creaking steps to the front porch. Bobby followed Sam's lead closely.

Once they were upon the porch, a spattering of light could be seen coming from a room in the back of the house. Threading through the doorway, Bobby and Sam flushed their bodies tight against the side of the doorframe. Carefully sliding into the hall, their arms were taunt with anticipation of firing in seconds. They journeyed to the eerie candlelight ruddiness that danced into the ruined hallway.

"Oh, Sam…I know you are there. Why must we always play these games? I made this little service for you." A voice mockingly echoed from within the room.

Bobby exchanged a nod with Sam and both veered into the room with weapons drawn.

Two women stood in front of a broken stone fireplace. The raven haired woman spoke again. "I just wanted to be here for you in your time of need. Tell me:... Did you enjoy seeing Dean charred remains! I found it has a nice poetic karma ring to it. A nice tit for tat for the pain you both have caused me.

"MEG", Sam pretending to have just made this discovery.

"Oh, Sam", Med spewed with a venomous callousness, "I'm so glad the Winchester boys remember me so well. I often think about our times together too. You don't call or write. A girl starts to wonder how you feel about her. But still, I wanted you to know how much I enjoy the thought of Dean's body lingering in putridity and liquescence."

"I'm gonna make you pay for that. I'm gonna kill every EVIL thing upon this earth for my brother!" Sam allowed hatred to color his intonation.

"Geez… You and Dean like to make idle threats don't you. I know what's in your head Sam. I've been there. I know where the dark places lurk. You feel the dark's fingers crushing the good in your soul. I did you a favor. You would have struggled, lingered between who you are and who you think you are. Eventually, you true self would come and Dean would be just as dead."

Sam locked his arm in place ready to pull the trigger. "You're wrong. The only darkness I feel is for you. I'm tired of your games, your plans, and your trail of death. All you and your kind have done is hurt my family. Now it's time for you to feel that pain." Sam's voice fumed and his posture was erect.

"This just gets old. Kill me- Kill my puppet—I find a new puppet- We do this all over again."

"Not this time. You're going so far to hell that you ain't ever crawling back outta there," Bobby voiced as he moved closer to Sam.

"Oh, Sam you brought a new daddy to protect you- tch..tch..tch."

"Sam, don't let this bitch play with you. We came to kick it back to hell. Keep your head. This is a job."

"No, this is revenge and I'll kill you all." Sam attempted to pull the trigger, but Meg used the force of her mind to send Bobby's and Sam'sweapons crashing across the room. A fraction later, she flung Sam and Bobby against the back wall with a flick of her wrist.

Sam shook his head, regained his footing, and lunged towards Meg, knocking her to the floor. He placed his back-up gun to her temple. He allowed his breathing to seethe in hatred.

"Go on, Sam. You're one of us. Kill me and proved you what you are."

"I won't ever be like you."

"You've already lost the last and only advantage you had. Dean's gone! There is nothing left to keep you away from the dark burning through your soul." Sam's nostrils flared and Meg laughed defiantly.

Using her demon powers, she flung Sam across the room. Bobby had just regained his footing.

"Sam!" Bobby screamed.

Jerking her head towards Bobby, Meg threw him back for a second time. She motioned towards the Amadán and the willowy creature fluidly made her way towards Bobby. Her outstretched arm was ready to take another life.

Strutting glibly, Meg approached Sam's fallen form. Straddling Sam's body, Meg used her unseen ability to constrict the air from Sam's throat. Sam gasped under the pressure.

Meg's confidence grew. "Now that wasn't very nice, Sam. I go to all the trouble of making this welcome for you and you show no appreciation. Squeezing tighter, Meg glanced back to see her minion progressing the final yards to drain the life from Bobby. She laughed in triumph and delight.

"You have two choices Sam: Come nicely or die badly!"