This takes place after 'Sin City', season 3. Eric Kripke owns everything. Hope y'all enjoy it!

"What?" he said, stopping half way through a word. He tried to remind himself that she was just trying to screw with his head, but he had to hear this.

The demons black eyes shined in the candle light. "Worried that you're losing your...humanity." She spoke slowly, drawing out each word. She looked over at the unconscious Dean, and noticed Sam had done the same thing. "I can tell. I've been watching you two for days, and the way he looks at you...well, you can see the pain in his eyes."

"You're wrong!" Sam interjected, aiming the Colt at the demon's head.

The demon raised its eyebrows, eyeing up the gun. "Am I really?" she asked.

"You're just a demon," he replied, getting a clear shot.

"Just a demon?" The demon threw back its head and laughed madly. "Just remember that your precious little Becca's in here too." She tilted her head and looked at him through her black eyes. "I'm slightly offended you haven't recognized me yet."

Sam was about to respond when he heard his brother moan softly. He checked the Devil's trap was still intact, and left the room to kneel beside Dean. "Dean," Sam said, softly shaking him awake, "Dean, you ok?"

Dean sat up and put a hand to his head. "I'll live." He climbed shakily to his feet. "Have you gotten rid of her yet?"

Sam shook his head. "She's through there," he said, gesturing towards a dark doorway Dean hadn't noticed before.

"Wait a minute, Sam," Dean said, pulling back his brother, "it's Meg.

"What? Are you sure?"

Dean sighed and nodded. "She must have escaped when we opened the Gate. Be careful…she knows how to wind us up."

"Good to have you back with us, Dean!" Meg called as they entered the room. "Me and Sammy here were just having a nice little conversation. Just like you and I were having before I knocked you out. Sorry about that, but I had to. You were getting on my nerves."

Sam looked down at Dean, slightly confused by what she was talking about and also very relieved that his big brother was here to help him out. But Dean's battered face sent him a clear message: She whacked the crap out of me.

"What do you want, Meg?" Sam asked. "Why are you here?"

"I knew you'd figure out who I was sooner than your brother."

"What?"

"Who I really am. Do you like what I'm wearing?" She sighed as the brothers just stood there in silence. "Oh, come on, guys! I know I'm a bit of a jerk-"

"Oh, I can come up with a hundred more colorful words to describe you." Dean interrupted.

"Ooh, nasty. I'm hurt. But I'll get back to you later." She blew him a kiss and looked up at Sam. "After all, it is Sammy we're here to talk about."

"It's Sam." The two hunters shot back at the same time.

"Whatever." Meg sighed. "How about I shed some light on the situation here? Let's see what's happened so far…My father brings all the special little brats together, then Sammy goes and gets himself killed. Then Dean sells his soul to get him back, and then he kills my father and opens the gate. Now he," she said, looking at Dean, "regret bringing Sam back cause he's not 100 percent…Sammy. And my boss wants him and I want Dean."

"Why?" Dean asked, leaning on Sam for some support. He felt a dizzy and figured he might have concussion.

"Because we both wanna rip you apart...for personal reasons, of course. Anyway," She took a breath and rounded up her summary, "it looks as though Sammy's gonna shoot me just like he did with that waitress and priest he murdered a few weeks back. He's going to murder someone else in cold blood."

"You deserve to die."

"But does Becca deserve to?" Meg smiled triumphantly as Sam's anger made his whole body shake. "Tell us, Dean, how do you feel? Angry? Sad? Scared?"

Silence followed. The Winchesters were thinking about what they had just heard and were thinking the same thing. Who the heck is she working for?

The demon decided to continue with her taunting, wanting to push Sam to the limits. As much as she wanted to torture each of them slowly and painfully, she knew it would be much more delicious to see them get mad first. "Dean's already heard this, but I chose Becca especially." Meg's black eyes disappeared, and Becca's blue ones returned. "I watched her before possessing her. So young, so strong. She has a whole life ahead of her. She has so many opportunities. She's top of all her classes, she's got friends, well, not including the ones she killed."

Dean looked at his little brother. "Sam!" he warned as Sam slowly pulled back the trigger. He pulled him aside. "What're you doing? You know she wants you to shoot her."

Sam fiddled with the Colt, and took a long, deep breath. Meg was right. How many demons had he killed without thinking about the innocent people they were possessing? "I can't seem to fight it." Tears welled up in Sam's eyes, and he looked away from the Colt and up at his big brother. "What's wrong with me, Dean? I've murdered three people since I…well…died."

Dean looked his younger brother in the eyes. What if yellow-eyes and Meg are right? he thought desperately. What if what I brought back isn't 100% Sam? He shook his head, pushing away those thoughts. This person in front him was Sammy, his baby brother. They had been through thick and thin together, and Dean wasn't going to give up on him now.

"Sammy, you had to kill those people. You saved a lot more lives by letting one person die. But Becca-" Dean pointed at the possessed girl, "she does not have to die. You can save her. Just say the exorcism. Meg goes back to where she belongs, and Becca goes home to her family." He clapped his brother's shoulder and pretended not to notice that Sam was sniffing back tears. "I'll be right here to help you, OK?"

Sam nodded and took in a few shaky breaths, going through the familiar words in his head.

"Hmm…maybe he isn't that different," Meg commented. "He seems to still cry like a little girl."

"Shut up!" Dean shouted at her. He had had enough of this demon. "I'm the only one who gets to make fun of him!"

"You're the touchy one today, hot stuff." Meg winked at him.

Sam tried to block out their arguing. You've done this a million times. You can do it. He stepped and began to chant in Latin once again.

Meg's breathing began to become labored and Becca's face screwed up in pain. "You don't know what I've done to her!" she said, referring to her host. "I could've made her walk off a cliff! She'll die just like the little blonde did!"

Sam ignored her, and sped up the exorcism as much as he could. He tried not to trip over or miss any words, knowing that if he did, he'd have to start all over again.

"I'll say hi to daddy Winchester for you boys." Meg began to scream. It was the same bloodcurdling one Sam had heard in his nightmare, and Becca's head was thrown back as black smoke escaped through her mouth.

Sam finished the chant just as the last of the smoke went through the floor.

Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and pulled his shaking brother into a hug. "I'm proud of you, Sammy."

He turned back towards the trap and looked at the limp figure sitting tied to a chair in it and quickly moved towards it. Becca barely had a pulse, and now that the Meg, her true injuries showed. Bruises had shown up and there were lots of cuts all over her body.

"Crap," Dean said, trying to free her from the seat, "this cannot be happening all over again."

If you haven't guessed, the demon Meg's working for is Lilith, and Lilith offered her revenge on Dean cause he killed Azazel. I couldn't mention Lilith cause our boys don't hear about her until later on in the season.

Leave me a comment to tell me what you think so far! I might do one or two more chapters...depends on how much you guys are liking this! ;)