I wouldn't make promises you can't keep…
Meg carried on walking into the room and Sam tried to get free again, especially when he heard Ashley shriek through her gag. He couldn't see her now really, Meg was stood in front of her, but he could see her feet scraping the floor, trying to pull herself further and further into the corner, even though she was as close as she could be to the wall.
Meg leaned down a bit, and tried to grab one of her arms. Ashley shrieked and tried to pull away and Sam shouted a warning at Meg, but Meg paid no attention to it and just dragged Ashley to her feet and pulled her into the same room as Sam.
Meg shoved her in the back and she stumbled, but when she looked up and saw Sam she ran forwards clumsily and then skidded on her knees to his side. She put her arms up and around over his head and buried her face into his chest. Sam kissed her head. "Ashley." he said, "It's going to be okay. Nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm here." he comforted and her little head bobbed up and down a bit, but he felt his already damp shirt grow warm with her salty tears.
"I wouldn't make promises you can't keep Sam." Meg snarled angrily, now no theatrics or games, and with that she pulled Ashley away again. Ashley squealed and hugged San tighter, but Meg grabbed her hands and yanked them from where they clutched behind Sam's head so that she had no leverage anymore. Ashley sobbed and Sam's body tried to follow her as Meg moved her out of the room literally kicking and screaming.
"It's okay, Ashley. I swear it's going to be okay." he shouted.
Meg took Ashley up the stairs of the abandoned house. Sam heard a door slam and then nothing. He pushed his eyes closed as he tried to pull free, but it was useless. He was still in his jogging trousers and t-shirt that he'd put on to go check the noise Sarah had heard earlier in their house, so he hadn't got a knife hidden on him or anything. He was totally helpless, and useless to Ashley. He only prayed Dean found them, and that Sarah was okay. He tried one last time to get up, but then he heard a voice.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Sam tried to turn his head, something walked in front of him though so he didn't have to. It was a person, no wait…they had black eyes too.
Then there was suddenly more than one demon. There were 4.
"What?" one of the others said, "You didn't think she was gonna be stupid enough to take you on by herself a second time. Did you?" Then they all smiled and Sam couldn't help but think that they were all screwed.
"Dean. I've said it a thousand times." said Jo slightly more irritated with each passing second.
"So, I want you to say it a thousand an' one." He calmed a bit and continued, "Say it again."
She did, just because she knew it was important, and it was not worth a fight. It was important to keep it together.
"Say it again." he said after she'd finished.
"I know it inside out, Dean. I know how important it is. I wont mispronounce anything."
"Look, Jo. Do you remember what I said to you years ago?" he looked over at her, checking the road only when necessary; it was empty at this time anyway. "The time before we went on that hunt; just before I found out about Ashley?" He waited a minute, but she didn't respond, "I said hunting ain't like riding a bike."
"I know." she said, "I remember."
"Good…so, say it again."
She said it; she said it a million times and again. He drove and she repeated it, but even though she knew it to look at, she could pronounce it on every read, she couldn't memorise it in time and so she copied it into an address book she found in the glove compartment, and she put the book in her inside jacket pocket.
Her heart was racing and it was a feeling so odd. She'd never felt anything like it. It wasn't adrenaline, the anticipation of a hunt, like she used to feel years ago. It wasn't fear for herself, like she felt when Dean and Sam used her for bait, when she jumped into hunting before she was ready to handle it. This was fear, but fear for her little girl. Nothing can compare to that fear, a fear that comes from loving someone else so completely and unconditionally that you panic for the ability to cope with breathing when you think they could be hurt.
Dean's heart wasn't racing. He wouldn't let it. He wouldn't let Jo see him panicked; he wouldn't let her get too panicked. He wouldn't let Sam or Ashley, or even Jo get hurt. He wouldn't let Meg do this, not to him, not to his family.
AN:- Only one more chapter left to go now!!!