I hope you've forgiven me! If not, hopefully these next few chapters will help you...

Eric Kripke owns everything. This would take place after 'Sin City'. Enjoy! :D

Sam re-awoke at ten. He opened his eyes to see that the blinding sunlight was gone, and in its place was a heavy rainfall. A tree branch thrashed against the motel's window and thunder grumbled loudly. He was surprised at this sudden change in weather; that is until he realized something else was wrong.

"Dean?" he called out, hoping that his brother was just in the bathroom or kitchen. "Come on, you've gotta be back by now." Dean never usually stayed at a girl's house past nine: he didn't like to 'encourage' them because he and Sam moved around so much.

Sam got up and looked around the motel room. But there was no one else in it. He looked outside to check if he could have gone out, but the Impala was still sitting where he had parked it last night. He began to get worried, so hechecked his phone. There were no new messages, and he hadn't missed any calls. Crap! He tried calling Dean a couple of times, but he only got through to his voicemail.

After ten minutes of desperate thinking, he picked up his phone once more.

"Sam? What's up?" Bobby's gruff voice was a comfort to Sam.

He relaxed a little. "Dean went out last night with a girl, and he's not back."

"And? He goes out drinking all the time."

"Oh, Bobby, you know he never stays out past ten at the latest."

Bobby's voice began to show some signs of concern. "Well, have you tried calling him?"

"Only a billion or so times. I'm getting worried."

"Where are you?"

Sam was slightly puzzled. "Mazomanie, Wisconsin."

"That's about an hour from where I am. I'll be there as soon as I can." Sam heard the roar of an engine on the other line as Bobby got into his car. "What're you guys doin' there anyway?"

Sam quickly explained about Becca's disappearance, and the murders that had happened. "I went to talk to her father last night, but he didn't seem to know much more than…" Sam trailed off.

"Than who, Sam?" Bobby didn't like to bring it up now, but he hated when the boy did that.

"What if Becca's got Dean? What if…I don't know, she's holding him somewhere? Joseph said something about this old house that she might be hiding at. I'm gonna go check there-"

"Hold on a minute, you idjit. Just slow down and watch your back. I don't want to be saving you as well. Where's the house?"

Sam told him how to get there. "See ya Bobby. And thanks for coming out." Sam flipped his phone shut and went out into the pounding rain, and got completely drenched by the time he had closed the driver's door. He shook his bangs out of his eyes and put the keys into the ignition. Time to save Dean's butt…once again.

"So, why are you terrorizing a tiny town in the middle of nowhere? Surely it's not really your style?" Dean asked, trying to keep the demon's attention. He was attempting to untie the rope that bound his hands.

Meg was at a window looking at the rain, but walked back over to Dean when he spoke. "What, you wanna swap stories now that you're the one tied to a chair? I didn't get the pleasure when you were torturing me."

Dean gave her a charming, sarcastic smile. "Sorry 'bout that."

"You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood," she said, playing with his short hair. "I was kinda bored when I chose this place. I figured the closer the community was, the more terror a couple of murders would create."

Dean felt slightly sick. For one thing, only a demon would come up with an idea like that, and the other was the sweet way Meg was smiling at him now.

"And since young Meg Masters had a nice body, I figured that something younger would be even nicer. I have to say, Dean, the look on your face last night when you figured out who was jumping you: priceless."

"I missed a date with a really hot chick thanks to you." Dean gave her an annoyed look.

"Oh, boo-who. I've never even been on a date."

Dean so shocked he even stopped trying to escape for a moment. "Really? Well, I would feel sorry for you, but I'm a little tied up right now."

The demon raised her arm and slapped him so hard the chair supporting Dean almost collapsed.

"Wow, touchy." Dean spat blood out of his mouth.

"I hear you'll be joining us down-under soon Dean. It's not a very nice place. I'm allowed to be 'touchy'."

"Well, seeing as you are a demon, you had to have done something to deserve being sent to hell." He expected another slap for that one, but was surprised when she moved closer to him, her face nearly touching his.

"I'd forgotten how handsome you were, Dean. I've never been kissed before either." She leaned in closer until her lips were touching his.

Dean rolled his eyes in disgust, when suddenly his hands were free from the rope. He held onto it, knowing that the demon would realize he was free if he let it fall to the floor. But luckily the demon was too busy making out with him.

"Your lips are so soft." Meg said a few minutes later.

Dean gave her a sarcastic smile. "Yeah, it's my best feature."

She stood back, wiping Dean's blood from her mouth. "Oh, I doubt that."

She stretched out her hand, and Dean felt himself being lifted off the ground and slammed against a wall. "Were you gonna tell me that you'd gotten free? I guess I'll have to kill you now. And we were having so much fun…It's a real pity…"

Yeah, I don't know why I put in the time at the start. (Actually, it was when the story was going in another direction!) Please review and tell me what you think. Are we pro-Meg or anti-Meg fans?

And does everyone know the charming smile I'm talking about? Jensen Ackle's is so good at it...