Why would I wanna hurt your family? Revenge. Plain and simple…
When the car screeched to a stop Jo lifted her head from where it lay against Dean, though she kept hold of his arm for a while longer. The building looked the same to Dean, but Jo didn't know what to expect and was apprehensive.
The graffiti on the outside of the building was different but Dean didn't notice. The condemned sign was still on the door. As they entered Dean realised he'd need a torch, he got it out and continued heading inside. Jo was close behind him. When he got to the elevator Dean saw something. He lifted the torch up and saw an envelope threaded between the bars. It simply said on it 'Dean' so he turned it over and opened it up. There was no letter, just inside written under the lip was a number. A cellphone number.
Dean quickly took out his own phone and spun around past Jo and outside. She followed him and he turned back to her as the phone rang against his ear. He leant against the Impala and waited for someone to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Meg?" he said gruffly, desperately.
"Dean." it said, pleased as if a long separated loved one had just called. "How nice to hear from you."
"You little bitch; tell me where you are. 'Cause I'm gonna rip your fucking throat out!" he said standing up and turning away from Jo, as if that would stop her hearing him explode.
"Now, Dean. You know I don't like foul language. I like to be asked nice and bes…"
"Fuck nice, Meg! Where are they?!"
"…and besides, you threatening me? How is that going to make me want to let you know where to find me?" she whined, or it seemed like whining to Dean.
"Because you want me to find you."
There was a pause, then a short laugh. "Very good, Dean. You always were a bright spark…Oh no, wait. That was Sam wasn't it? How are you fairing without the smarter Winchester?" she didn't let him answer her – not that he would have – because she continued to taunt him, "Always thought he was cuter too. Aw, he looks awful cute right now, Dean. All unconscious and broken. I like him this way. Best way I think."
"Is that the only way you can get a guy, Meg?" Dean tried to play her at her own game, but she didn't flinch. Both of them knew who had the cards here…all the cards. She just carried on, and this time she really hit a nerve.
"Speaking of cute…My, my, Dean. What a lovely daughter you have."
"You touch one hair on her head, and I swear to God!" he gritted out. Jo stepped forward and hugged his arm once again.
"Really, Dean. Why would I want to hurt your family?" she said sarcastically, then her voice turned harsh when she finished with, "Oh…Maybe its 'cause you sent me to hell!…Twice!"
"Meg! Stop playing games and lets finish this! Where are you?"
"Fine." she said, "I'm at…"
Dean made a mental note of the address she'd given him, snapped his phone shut and pushed it roughly into his coat pocket. At the same time he went to open the driver's door and Jo scooted around the front of the car to get in next to him.
"Where are we going?"
"Missouri."
"But that's back the way we came."
"I know." Dean said. He lifted his fist and then realised he didn't have anything to hit, so he just smashed his palm down against the dash, "Damn it!"
That's when Jo grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "We'll get them back."
He just nodded and kept hold of her hand until he started the car.
"Why didn't she just stay here?" Jo asked quietly. She didn't want to get Dean angry by bringing her up, but she felt lost here; she didn't know anything about Meg apart from what had happened that night in Duluth.
"Well. 1# She's messing with us," Dean replied, "and 2# she wants the advantage. She wants this all to go down somewhere I don't know; somewhere I've not been before."
Jo couldn't say that that had made her feel any better about what they were facing, or anymore prepared.
"Rise and shine Sammy." Meg cooed, throwing water in his face.
Sam's eyes opened gradually. The cold water had shocked him awake, but he was still coming to grasp things slowly, and that's when he shivered realising he was soaking wet; it obviously wasn't the first bucket of water that managed to do the job of waking him.
"Morning honey." Meg smiled, crouching in front of where he was on the floor, "Well. Technically." she said looking at her watch then at the pitch blackness out of the window.
Sam tried to wriggle and realised his hands were tied to something behind him – some kind of post or pipe from the feel of it – so he settled for just shaking the water from his hair onto Meg.
"Who are you? And what do you want?" he said confused.
"What?" she said sounding hurt, "Don't tell me you don't recognise me, Sam?" she mewed. When his look was blank she lowered her head then slowly lifting it she turned her eyes black, and then smiled. "Did you miss me, Sammy?"
"Meg?" he ventured, figuring she was the only demon that after all this time would do something like this.
She laughed. "See you do remember me."
"So, what do you want with me, Meg?"
"Why Sam, I want revenge. Plain and simple." She drawled, "You're going to pay…but its Dean I really want to see hurting. He's the one who put me back both times. He's the one told you to do it the first time, told that chucklehead Bobby to do it the second time…I'm going to hurt him so much he'll wish the Deal demon had taken his soul to hell all those years ago…" she paused, "You two are the most important things to him and…"
"Two?" Sam questioned.
Meg just smiled. She stood up and walked to the door in the room. If Sam shifted a little and turned his head he could see it. She swung the door open and Sam groaned in anger, trying to pull against his restraints as soon as he saw what she wanted him to. Ashley was huddled in the corner. Her hands were taped together and there was also tape across her mouth.
AN:- 2 more Chapters to go for this part of the story...
Thanx again SO much for sticking with me even though I haven't been that good with updating recently...