Of all the mistakes I'd made in my life, I don't think any quite equaled up to this one. When Sam got home that night, from staking out Meg Masters' place, he told us what her issue was, and that he was right about her. That Dean had pushed him to her for no reason. And now, I felt like the scum on the bottom of a lake. When Sam had walked through the door, he and Dean exchanged 'I need to talk to you's' and...God, nervousness coursed through me like a blood disease. Was Dean going to—go back on what we'd talked about? I bit my lower lip and let them finish, but by the time they'd finished, I felt guiltier than I'd ever recalled feeling in my life. Sam walked up to me and put his hands on my face, pulling me to him in a deep, passionate kiss. My eyes widened, and Dean stood off to the side, probably unsure of what to say.

I leaned against Sam's chest and glanced over toward Dean, who looked at me with an uncertain look on his face. How in the hell were we going to do this? I was about to say something, but Sam looked between Dean and I and smiled. "Guys, I have to head out to the car and grab something. Think I can trust the two of you alone?" he asked with a smirk, and I faked a smile, then nodded my head. Sam turned and walked out of the room, a smile on his face.

I looked at Dean. "Keep it secret, right?" I asked when I was positive that Sam couldn't hear me.

Dean nodded and headed back over to his bed, taking out his phone. "We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouse—it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can," I heard him say into the phone.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, massaging my temples and glancing up when I heard Dean's phone close. "Voice mail?" I asked him, watching as the door to the hotel room reopened and Sam walked in. God, how in the hell was I going to do this, if it had only been a couple hours and I was already about to burst at the seams and tell Sam everything?

Dean nodded at me and smiled a little. "Yeah," he said, turning his attention toward Sam. He raised his hand and pointed to the bags Sam was carrying. "Jesus, what'd you get?"

Sam shrugged and put the bag on the floor, smiling and and walking over beside me. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half-dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything," he said with a smile.

I got up and walked over to stand between the boys and half-laughed. "Big night..." I said to the both of them.

Sam nodded and smiled. "Yeah. You guys nervous?" he asked us with a shrug.

I shook my head and Dean spoke up. "No. Why, are you?" he asked Sam.

"No. No way," Sam responded, and we all went silent for a few seconds. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?"

Dean half-laughed and looked at me, then back at Sam. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?"

Sam smiled and looked at me, putting his hand on my arm briefly and then going back to loading his gun. "I know. I'm just saying, what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school—be a person again..." he chuckled a little.

I frowned. I didn't know if I could do that. If we did it tonight? If we killed the demon tonight? I didn't know if I could just...go back. I didn't know if I could just...leave Dean like that. And plus, I had nothing to go back to. I looked at Sam and frowned a little. "You wanna go back to school?"

Sam nodded and smiled at me. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing."

Dean shrugged and finished loading his gun. "Huh..." he looked down.

Sam looked at us like we had just shot a kitten. "Why, is there something wrong with that?" he asked sadly.

I shook my head and looked at the floor. "No. No, it's, uh, great."

Dean nodded in agreement, though I could see that he was just as upset as I was. "Good for you..."

He smiled and put an arm around me, probably assuming that I was going to go with him. But...I still didn't know. He looked at Dean. "I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?"

Dean shrugged and looked from Sam, to me, then back to Sam again. "It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt..." he said, slightly indignantly.

Sam looked at Dean, concern on his face. "But there's got to be something that you want for yourself—"

Dean looked sad. "Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam..." he said in a soft, low tone.

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at me, as though asking me for the answers. But I didn't have them. Especially not when it came to this, since I was...sort of on Dean's side here. He looked back at Dean. "Dude, what's your problem?" he asked.

Dean was quiet, and I really...felt bad. Dean...was lonely. I swallowed hard and, in that moment, I wondered if...that was a reason why he had wanted to...I wasn't sure what to say. "Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" he asked. And...that reaffirmed it. Dean was lonely. I bit at one of my fingernails nervously.

Sam shrugged and ran a hand through his hair and removed his arm from around my shoulders, showing Dean a concerned glance. "'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom..." he shrugged.

Dean shook his head. "Yes, that, but it's more than that, man," he said, falling silent and turning toward the dresser. He turned back around and looked at Sam again. "You and me and Dad—I mean, I want us….I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again," he finished. I understood Dean Winchester a lot better in that second. He strove for his own brand of normalcy. A normal family, together and fighting off whatever tried to hurt them. And just like Sam, he couldn't have it.

Sam sighed a little and tightened his arm around my shoulders. "Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before..." he said, and I saw another tinge of sadness in Dean's eyes.

"Could be..." he spoke in a broken voice.

Sam shook his head. "I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever, and I don't think Page is, either. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me and Page go our own way..." he said, looking at me and smiling.

But I wasn't in a smiley mood. "Maybe I don't want to go back," I said in a low, quiet voice.

Sam looked at me, confused. "Huh?"

I shook my head and looked at Dean, then back at Sam. "N—nothing. Let's just go do this, okay?" I swallowed hard and grabbed my gun, loading it quickly and walking to the door, not even waiting for Sam or Dean. God, I hated this. What on Earth was coming over me? I'd spent the past five years in love with Sam, and in one evening, all of that went into question after a one nighter with Dean.

I sat in the back of the Impala, my head against the window, nervousness in my stomach at the lack of conversation. This was so fucked up. I let a moment of weakness get to me, and now I had to spend the rest of my life covering it up. My head bounced against the window as we turned onto the street that the warehouse was on, and I looked at Dean's reflection in the rear view mirror. We...needed to talk. Because I had no fucking clue what was going on. Sam had been...in my heart, my only one for years. So, what in the fuck was going on? We pulled over at the curb, and the three of us got out of the car. I followed the boys to an elevator shaft, climbing up quietly, grabbing onto Sam's hand and having him help me put my feet on the landing. I drew my gun, upon seeing the infamous Meg, speaking in Latin into a cauldron. We made our way, stealthily, over behind a stack of crates.

And when we thought we were in the clear, I heard Meg speak up. "Guys," she chuckled a little, and the three of us looked at each other in stunned silence. "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?"

Dean frowned. "Well, that didn't work out like I planned..." he said softly.

I chuckled a little and shook my head. "I wouldn't imagine so..." I frowned.

Meg finally turned around and looked at us. "Why don't you come out?" she asked with a smirk, and the three of us obeyed. I looked Meg over. Honestly. She wasn't any prize. What did she have that I didn't? "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship..." she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

I rose my shotgun. I wanted to shoot her, kill her, disembowel her. Just get her the fuck out of my face. Stupid demoniacally possessed bitch. But I didn't. Something in my gut said that this was Sam's battle to fight. "Yeah, tell me about it..." Sam said.

Dean flashed me a glance, and I looked back at him quickly. I'm sure he saw the look on my face. But rather than say anything in front of Meg, he continued with our little interrogation. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?" he asked.

Meg smirked. "Around," she said, looking from Sam, to Dean, then to me. "You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good," she nodded at the shotgun I was brandishing.

I scoffed and rose the gun again. With every word this fucking bitch spoke I wanted to shoot her more and more. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart..." I spoke sarcastically, my eyes narrowed to mere slits on my face. "The shotgun's not for the demon."

Meg chuckled a little. "Jealousy. Tacky..." she looked me up and down. "I thought that was above you, Page."

I rolled my eyes. "So is being a blonde bimbo and a fucking possessed whore, but you don't hear me complaining!" I glared at her.

Meg glanced at me. "You'd know all about being a whore, wouldn't you, Page?"

My eyes widened, and Dean and I exchanged nervous glances, but rather than show Sam our weakness, I glared at Meg again. "I have no fucking clue what you're talking about, you fucking trash heap."

Meg was about to say something else, but—thank God—Sam spoke up instead. "So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" he asked her.

Meg smirked. "You."

Sam, Dean and I all glanced at each other, not knowing what was going to happen next, but we didn't get the chance to ask any questions. Before I could even open my mouth to speak, I felt a claw dig into my side, and I shouted in pain. I felt myself being flung back into a wall, and glanced up to see Sam hit the floor, with a huge gash in his face. And Dean got chucked into a stack of crates. I tried to stand, only to be attacked again, and after that, I was out cold.

This was the second time in the past couple of weeks that I'd woken up tied to something, and it was getting old fast. I heard Dean's voice a few feet away. "Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch."

I chuckled a little, and shook my head, trying to dust off the cobwebs, when I heard Sam speak. "This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" he asked, and the stupid little whore laughed. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?"

Meg smirked and took a couple steps toward Sam. "It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all."

I finally spoke up, feeling the cobwebs going away. "You killed those two people for nothing..." I whispered.

Meg laughed again and glanced at me. "Honey, I've killed a lot more for a lot less..." she said, taking a couple steps toward me. "You have a pretty little face, you know that? It'd be fun to make it collapse..." I felt my eyes narrow and raised a foot to kick at her, but she leapt out of the way. "Fighter. That's sexy..."

I let out a mixture of a scoff and a laugh and narrowed my eyes. "You're disgusting," I told her.

Dean spoke up again, interrupting any chance Meg had to expose the two of us. "You trapped us. Good for you..." he spoke sarcastically. "It's Miller time..." he smiled, and I laughed. "But why don't you kill us already?"

Meg approached Dean and leaned in close. "Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" she asked with a slight chuckle. "This trap isn't for you..." she said, and I don't think Dean had pieced two and two together, since he just stared at her blankly.

Sam looked nervous. "Dad..." he explained to Dean. "It's a trap for Dad."

Dean laughed lightly and shook his head. "Oh, sweetheart—you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good..." he told her with a smirk.

Meg walked up to Dean and grinned, straddling his legs and taking a seat. The bitch called me a whore? I glared. "He is pretty good. I'll give you that..." she said to Dean. "But you see, he has one weakness."

Dean looked intrigued, and he looked at her, a smirk on his face. "What's that?"

Meg smirked. "You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody—nice and slow and messy..." she spoke with a bemused tone in her voice.

Dean chuckled a little. "Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some…shadow to kill him..." he told Meg.

"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here—they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see..." she said, shrugging a shoulder.

Sam looked around nervously, then glanced back at Meg. "Why are you doing this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" he asked.

Meg turned and started toward Sam, that same smirk on her face. God, how I wished I'd shot her when I had the chance. I wanted to watch her writhe. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do—loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy—and Jess," and in that second, the desire to watch her writhe tripled.

Sam glowered at her. "Go to hell."

Meg grinned madly at Sam. "Baby, I'm already there..." she said as she straddled Sam's lap. Fuck. I slid my arms around the rope and reached into my pocket for a knife, and started to cut at my ropes. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty," she grinned, turning her glance toward me as she leaned to whisper in Sam's ear. "I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me—changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?" she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

Dean scoffed. "Get a room, you two."

"I didn't mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun..." she whispered to him, looking at me, still.

Sam spoke in an angry tone. "You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now..." he said, and I saw a small smirk appear on his face. I think he'd noticed me using my knife.

Dean had been using his, too, and he was a little more careless with it. Maybe to be a distraction, because Meg heard him, walked over, grabbing the knife from Dean's hand and throwing it across the room. She walked back over to Sam and leaned back down. "Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?"

I heard Sam speak up. "No, no."

I stood up quietly while Meg was distracted, and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, whoreface..." I spat, watching as she stood up and looked at me, stunned. "I had a knife too," I smiled a bit while she was still stunned, and head-butted her, watching in amusement as she fell to the floor. "Stupid bitch."

Dean shouted to me. "Page! Get the altar!"

I nodded and rushed over to the altar, grabbing the underside of the table and knocking it to the floor. I saw one of the shadow demons appear, and drag Meg across the floor, out the window. "Fuck with us...go ahead..." I whispered at the window, then walked back to where the boys were, cutting them free, Sam first, then Dean. Together, the three of us walked toward the window. "So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around..." I said softly, as we noticed Meg's lifeless body, laying on the ground below.

Dean chuckled a little. "Yeah, I guess not," he turned his attention to Sam. "Hey, Sam?" he asked. Sam turned his head and looked at Dean. "Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" he asked, subtly nodding his head toward me. I blushed, and so did Sam, and we watched as Dean walked away. I sighed and looked at Sam. "Sam..." I called his attention as he started to walk away, and when he turned around, I grabbed his shoulders, turned him to me, and stood on my tip-toes to kiss him, grabbing the back of his head to pull him closer. God, did I ever feel that. And that brought the confusion in my head even more to the foreground.

He raised an eyebrow and put an arm around my shoulders, guiding me toward the elevator shaft so we could climb down. "What was that for?" he asked as he lowered himself down.

I shrugged and smiled. "Just because I can..." I told him quietly, biting my lower lip and lowering myself down to climb down, too. God knows, that was all he could ever know.