Break the habit of a lifetime part 10
"There. That aught to do it." Dean remarked; drawing the last line in the devils trap he had traced in white chalk on the ceiling. He jumped off the chair and walked over to a desk at the far end of the room, never taking his eyes off Meg.
Dean whipped out their Dad's journal from Sam's faded leather bag. He opened it on the page earmarked for exorcisms.
Meg tilted her head to one side; a frown grew across her forehead narrowing her eyes at Dean. Dean began the Latin chant; Meg twitched slightly and then again. Lola untied Sam and the two watched as Dean circled Meg; continuing the chant.
"Come on Dean…you don't want to do this…you cant afford more blood on your hands." Meg bargained, her head jerking from side to side, back and forth even more. "You killed your father, you killed Maggie's Mom…and now you're going to kill her?"
Dean paused looking Meg strait in the eyes.
"That's right… with out me…protecting her, healing her…she's just a battered corpse…without me she's dead."
Dean looked back a looked back, a look of disgust on his face.
"I mean, she knew you hated her, but she never thought you would go this far to get her out of your life." Megs spat, her voice breaking.
"That's enough!" Lola took the book from Dean's hands. "You're not going to screw with my head bitch!" Lola scowled and continued the exorcism.
Meg dropped to the floor in pain, she held her head down and screamed an intense burning grew in her head. Suddenly she snapped her head up, her pitch black eyes looked strait at Sam who collapsed, clutching at his chest, blood began seeping through his shirt. Dean looked at Sam, his eyes widened in panic. "No!"
Lola stopped for a second, shocked by what was happened, but continued, stumbling over her words.
Just then Meg closed her eyes, she cringed and spoke in a soft but form voice. "No"
She opened her eyes, Maggie's hazel brown eyes shone through. "No!" Maggie screamed as she fought to overpower Meg. She closed her eyes tightly as she cried out, as if her shouts were holding Meg back. Sam took in a sharp breath and relaxed on the floor.
Maggie turned to Dean, her face creased in agony, tears rolling down her face.
"Finnish it." She spoke in almost a whisper. Dean looked back in disbelief. "Finish it!" Maggie cried out, she could no longer hold onto her own mind.
Dean snatched the journal from Lola's grasp and did as he was asked. Meg shouted out in pain her head facing the floor as she dug her nails into the floorboards, scratching at the grooves in the wood. Suddenly she threw her head back, screaming as black smoke spilled out of her mouth rising up and filtered into the devils trap.
After a few seconds, the fog was gone; Maggie flopped over onto the floor, unconscious and pale.
Dean knelt down by her side; he held her head up gently. "Maggie." He spoke softly looking at her expressionless face. She opened her eyes ever so slightly; and smiled a smallest smile. She was free.
Sam looked on silently, tears welling in his eyes; Lola put a gentle arm around his shoulder, the other holding his arm.
"Maggie…Thank you…for Sam." Dean whispered.
"Its okay…" Maggie croaked.
"No… no its not…I treated you like crap…and I shouldn't have." Dean cut short Maggie's reasurance, shaking his head, guilt echoing in his voice. "And you were right, none of this is your fault."
"Its not your fault either Dean" Maggie whispered, the colour fading from her lips.
"Just do me a favor okay."
Dean looked down at the frail gentle face looking up at him.
"Look after yourself Dean." Maggie looked strait into Dean's eyes, meaning every word of the request.
Sam cringed, hating what he was seeing, dreading what was going to happen.
Dean looked right back, for the first time since they met he let himself see the caring selfless light in her eyes as it went out. Maggie slowly closed her eyes, drawing one last breath. A tear rolled down Dean's cheek. "I'm sorry."
Sam turned away, tears streaming down his face, the emotion and guilt overwhelming. Lola slowly walked up to Dean, she knelt down beside him. She had never seen him so quiet…so emotional. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Dean shook his head, as if to say that he didn't deserve her sympathy. But he ultimately gave in; tears fell down his face. Lola leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on the top of his head before resting her cheek on it.
Dean held Maggie's cold body close to him. "I'm so sorry." He repeated, through gritted teeth and tears. He felt and anger swell from the pit of his stomach. The demon was right, all the sacrifices she had made, and this was how he repaid her, by letting her die.
Continued in chapter 11...