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Chapter 6

"So do you understand the plan, or you want to go over it one more time" asked Bobby as Dean glared at the abandoned warehouse across the road. Hearing the close hunters voice, Dean abruptly turned his head.

"I remember the plan, it was only 2 minutes ago that you told it to me"

"Okay… Okay.. no need to have a hissy fit"

"Bobby… I'm not having a fit" Dean replied throwing his hands in the air.

"Sure sure" grinned Bobby before adding "now go on, get out of here. I'll go through the back and bar it with rock salt before meeting you inside."

"Okay" replied Dean as he took a breath and opened the chevy door, stepping out into the cool midnight air.

The door screeched closed as Dean walked into the warehouse, gun in hand. Unable to adjust his eyes to the darkness, he reached for his flashlight in his back pocket, only realising that he had left it back in the car.

"Shit!" Dean said frustrated momentarily lost at thought, a noise in the distance snapping him out of his thoughts. Suddenly the warehouse became visible and he wiped his eyes from the brightness. Staring at the door at the end of the lobby, he quietly made his way to the handle, resting his hand on the gold knob for a millisecond before thrusting the door open and barging into the room.

Dean expected demons to come at him from every angle, instead he was left in silence. No one is here, he thought. The bastards led me on a goose chase. Turning away from the room, a high-pitched female voice cried out.

"Dean!"

Dean ran down the hallway back to the lobby to witness a fragile body slumped on the pavement.

"Lis.. no.. Lis can you hear me?" Dean ran to her aid, dropping the gun a metre from where she lay. He breathed heavily as he put a hand on her shoulder, only to have her jump from his grasp, taking his hand in hers.

"Lis can't come to the phone right now" replied Lisa, black surfacing in her eyes, as she tightened the grip on Dean's wrist throwing him and sending him flying.

Dean's head smacked the pavement hard, his eyes rolling back into his head. "You son of a bit…" he slurred and darkness took over him.

…..

Dean awoke to voices beside him. Maintaining his breathing, he resisted the urge to sit up as he felt rope binding his hands together. He pretended he was still unconscious as the demons talked, unaware he had regained consciousness.

"MUMMY!" a young voice screamed crying as footsteps approached and Dean heard a thump, like a body had been thrown on the cold pavement beside him. His body tensed, as he thought of Mary, but his thoughts changed when he realised the voice he heard sounded like a young boy's.

"Shut up!" yelled a male voice just as another voice interrupted.

"Please... don't hurt him. I swear if I knew anything I would tell you. The angels… they… they don't talk to me anymore" the woman hesitated, clearly scared. Dean assumed the woman was the young boy's mother.

"The angels are bound to speak to you sometime Amy and then we might consider letting you go" a familiar female voice now entered into the scenario, one Dean would recognise anywhere. Lisa. He thought. He heard a slap and a thump to the floor that followed, indicating the woman was injured.

"Do you think he's awake" a voice etched in Dean's ears and pain rose in Dean's side, like a knife had been dug into his abdomen.

"Astaroth, stop it! " Lisa called and the footsteps retrieved.

Dean's eyes fluttered and he opened his eyes, his blurry vision becoming clearer. He was still in the warehouse, he must have only been out for a few minutes he thought. Glancing at his side, pain sparked up his chest as he moved to see a clean wound, blood flowing freely.

"I see you fell on some glass" spoke Lisa, but Dean caught an edge to her voice, he thought she would never have.

"Glass.. sure, and your friend over there was just stitching me up" spoke Dean, his breathing haltering.

To that the demon smiled.

"Dean.. Dean.. Dean.. Always the arrogant one. Always the comedian. I never thought you would actually settle down. I mean and with this…. this whore" she gestured to herself.

Dean clenched his teeth and the demon laughed knowing she had hit a sore spot. She continued.

"I mean seriously Dean, I thought blondes were more your type. I thought you went for…" she stopped a devilish smile plastering her face as she kneeled near him "Someone like me" she added staring at his face.

It was that moment that Dean understood who had possessed his wife's body and he couldn't help but swear.

"You selfish son of a bitch, Meg. Meg, it's you isn't it?" He was rewarded with a short smile and a flick of Lisa's brunette hair. "In the flesh."

"Wow, how many times have I sent you back now, I thought you would have realised by now not to mess with me. At least you've rewarded me with the pleasure of sending your sinful ass back to hell again"

"No Dean... the pleasure's all mine" smirked Meg as her arm came down across Dean's face, causing his bottom lip to bleed.

"You got a keeper here I must say "whispered Meg into his ear as Dean tried to move away from her close proximity.

"She's trying so hard to gain control. It's quite hilarious, that she actually thinks she can gain control from me." She laughed, but Dean saw no humour in her eyes. "You see", she continued talking, "she desperately wants to gain her body back, so she doesn't have to kill the love of her life. A bit dramatic don't you think… I mean, to think she could love a murderer" she spat.

"You get out of her body right now or I swear to God…" Dean interrupted her ranting. To which he received another punch to the face.

"God..." Meg laughed again as Dean lay on the ground in agony.

"Dean, how many times does he have to push your sorry ass into the dirt to realise he doesn't care for you"

"I swear… get out of her now and I won't hunt you down!" he replied angrily.

"No." Meg answered smiling. "I quite like this new body of mine. And with it I can get what I want. Now tell me something Dean… how is your precious daughter Mary?"

"Sorry honey." Dean said and was pleased to catch Meg confused before he jumped up and with his left leg, kicked her in the stomach sending her back onto the pavement. It was then that he realised the other demon was still in the room and was rewarded with a punch in the stomach that made him kneel on the floor in pain. Smiling, Meg picked herself up of the ground and glared at Dean, his hands behind his back, but the look in his eyes, showing the true Dean Winchester, his willingness to keep fighting.

"I think I might go see this daughter of yours… oh wait… daughter of ours" she corrected pointing to herself , a devilish smile surfaced on her face.

"Touch my daughter and I swear, I'll kill you, regardless of whose body you're in"

To that Meg smiled walking towards the door and opening it. "We'll see… come on Astaroth lets visit Sam" she replied smiling with victory before turning to meet Dean's gaze on the floor. "Oh yes Dean…you didn't think I knew about your brother being alive... well not for long" she slammed the wooden door behind her and Dean fell onto his back in pain.