Break the habit of a lifetime part 9

"Hello Dean." A familiar voice spoke from behind him. He spun round to see Maggie standing before him as fit as ever wearing a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and boots,

"Maggie?" Dean frowned. Maggie blinked revealing cold black eyes.

Dean's eyes widened as Maggie held up her right hand. Dean flew back into the Impala, she then swept her hand to the side and the door of the Chevy slammed shut. With a tilt of her head, Maggie started the Impala's engine with her mind. The car's tires screeched, then sped off as Maggie released the hand brake. The Impala broke strait through the wooden railings and plummeted nose first into the river,

"NO!" Lola screamed. She had arrived just in time to see Dean and his car drive off of the bridge, "Dean!" She cried, rushing over but Maggie had spun around by now and with a sly smile, blocked her path. Lola had tears running down her face and she gritted her teeth, "What have you done!" She growled,

"Lola, Lola, Lola…" Maggie drawled, "If only you knew, you wouldn't follow him around like a pathetic lost puppy. You can't hide your feelings from me, little girl."

"Get out of my way!" Lola snapped,

"You're wasting your time…" Maggie muttered, "If you only knew…"

"Knew what!"

"Dean's time is running out…he has only a few months left to live."

"W…what?"

"Oh, didn't he tell you?" Maggie pouted, "Poor little Sammy died a while back so Dean selflessly gave his life in a deal with a demon." She continued, "But poor Dean was only allowed one last year on this green Earth," She sighed, "sad really…and just when he finds a lovely young lady like yourself to dote on him."
"You're lying!"

"I wish I was…that Dean, he's a hot one, don't you think…lovely eyes…big strong arms…but go ahead…ask him…if you can get to him that is!"

Lola lunged for Maggie, swinging her fist for the other woman's face. She missed as Maggie stepped to the side, tripping the female hunter. Lola fell, hitting her head on the wooden slats, holding her head; she cringed as she looked back up, though Maggie had already disappeared. Lola pulled herself up and mounted the railing. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she dived into the cold, murky water waiting below after Dean. She spotted the Impala as it disappeared below.

She swam up to the driver's side, pressing her face against the glass. She could just make out Dean's face, blank and pale. He looked directly at her, pressing his hand against hers behind the glass before losing consciousness. Lola banged on the window, tugging frantically at the door handle, the fear of losing Dean overwhelming.

Back at the hotel, there was a knock on the Winchester's door. Sam answered, thinking that Dean had returned after cooling down, but was shocked to find Maggie standing there, "Hello Sam." She grinned before raising her hands so that Sam flew back against the far wall, knocking him unconscious.

Sam slowly opened his eyes, his head pounding. He tried to move but soon discovered that he was bound to a chair,

"How's your head, Sammy?" Maggie gloated,

"Who are you?"

"Awh Sam, I'm disappointed. I would've thought after two weeks in your head you would remember me."

"Meg."

"Did you miss me?"

"Where's Dean?"

"Oh he's just gone for a little drive…right off Oakland Bridge…" She informed pointing dramatically out in front of her, wearing a smug smile,

"Why?"

"He's not needed anymore. He's served his purpose just as Maggie served hers."

"What're you talking about?"

"It's all part of the plan, Sammy. It was Dean's destiny to bring you back and it was Maggie's destiny to give her gift to you. The war's not over yet. Maggie's gift was never meant for her, it was all for you to make you an unstoppable killing machine. But you just don't have that in you; do you Sam? You're pathetic. Weak. If anyone here is gonna be a leader, it's me!" She exclaimed.

All of a sudden the door flew open and in squelched a soaking wet Dean and Lola, both with their guns aimed at Meg who rolled her eyes,

"Why can't you people just die?" She fumed, turning her attention to Lola, "I have to say, I'm impressed. You're strong, feisty! Just Dean's type…too bad he's too much of an emotional cripple to admit it."

Lola narrowed her eyes at Meg as she dropped her gun to the floor,

"You know…" She began, "I've had just about enough of you talking." She sighed, placing her hands firmly behind her back, "You and I, we don't have any beef, now, do we? I mean, sure…I'm a hunter…" She continued, beginning to slowly pace around Meg, "But we've never met before. I'm not part of this so-called war. I never asked to be involved."

"You became involved the minute you were born. Everyone has a destiny Lola…clearly yours is to follow Dean Winchester to the ends of the Earth…even if it is for a short time."

"You see; that's where you're wrong. Sam and Dean are my friends, sure…but I'm not going to give my life to follow them anywhere…I'm just not like that. I'm my own person…you said so yourself, I'm strong. Since when do I need a man for anything other than the obvious."

"You'd make a good demon." Meg said proudly,

"Thank you." Lola nodded, "I'm sly enough." She announced, holding her hands up, the remainders of petals, herbs and salt on one hand, a large gash slashed across the palm of the other. Meg looked down,

"NO!" She screamed realizing that Lola had surrounded her with a Hoodoo circle, sealing her within it, "You little bitch!"

"Granted!" Lola beamed, "Get her, guys…" She muttered, winding a strip of rag around her palm.

They have her trapped..but will they go ahead with the exorcism?...