Author's Note: Thank you guys for your reviews and favorites. I'm so sorry it's taken so long. Some family stuff required more attention. But here we are and here you go. This is one of my favorite chapters! R&R please!
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Marion walked down the road, away from the motel. She was trying to keep her mind clear, but she was having as much luck with that as she was with keeping Dean off edge. She couldn't stop thinking about Castiel.
In an act of desperation, Marion flagged down a cab. "Will you take me to the nearest Catholic church, please?"
As soon as she walked into the building, she headed to the confessional. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been 3 months since my last confession."
"Tell me, child."
Suddenly, Marion didn't know what to say. She sighed. "I assaulted an old man, the man who kidnapped me when I was young. I stabbed him, once. He didn't die. I made sure…" She cleared her throat. "I let my brothers use a stolen credit card to buy me clothes, 3 different suits and 4 pairs of blue jeans. They bought the suits so that I could lie and pretend to be an FBI agent, in order to get information to help people… twice. It's a good cause, but still. I… I disrespected the memory of my dead father once, pretty harshly."
"Is there more, my child?"
"No." Marion tried to find the right words. "Yes… I… I have found myself lusting after one of my brother's friends. I've… I haven't done anything and I-I won't, because he wants nothing to do with me a-and even if he did… sex before marriage? I… I just… am feeling really… the longer I'm around him, the worse it gets."
"It is natural to lust, child. You just need to continue to focus on your relationship with God. It will put you on the right path. For the rest, 3 acts of contrition."
"Thank you, father." Marion said, exiting the confessional.
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Marion walked the 3 miles to the motel, having memorized the streets the taxi took. Marion walked in the door just in time to see Dean and Sam examining a briefcase.
"Hey, Mare. We're about to crack open this briefcase Sam took off a demon."
"A demon briefcase? Sure. What's the worst that could happen?" Marion asked, as Sam and Dean popped open the case and a blinding light escaped.
"Whoa!"
"What the hell was that?" Dean asked.
"It's a human soul." Castiel said, appearing behind them, with a bag of burgers. "It's starting to make sense." He took a bite from a cheeseburger. Marion couldn't help but marvel at the sight of an angel eating.
"Now, what about that makes sense?" Sam asked.
"And when did you start eating?" Dean and Marion asked.
"Exactly. My hunger, it's a clue, actually." Castiel said, around a mouthful of beef.
"For what?" The siblings all asked.
"This town is not suffering from some love-gone-wrong effect. It's suffering from hunger. Starvation, to be exact. Specifically… Famine."
"Famine?" Marion asked.
"As-as in the Horseman?" Sam asked.
Dean threw his hands in the air. "Great. Th-th-that's freakin' great."
Sam looked a little worried. "I thought famine meant starvation, like, as in, you know, food."
Marion's mouth went dry as she tried to remove her attention from Castiel. Famine. Hunger. Starvation.
Castiel shoved another burger into his mouth. "Yes. Absolutely. But not just food. I mean, everyone seems to be starving for something; Sex, attention, drugs, love…"
Castiel. I'm starving for Castiel. Marion thought, sitting down at the little table.
"Well, that explains the puppy lovers that Cupid shot up." Dean confirmed, more to himself than anyone else.
"Right. The cherub made them crave love, and then Famine came, and made them rabid for it."
"Rabid's a good word for it." Marion whispered.
"Okay, but what about you? I mean, since when do angels secretly hunger for White Castle?"
Castiel looked down self-consciously. "It's my vessel, Jimmy. His, uh, appetite for red meat has been touched by Famine's effect." He took another bite of burger.
"So, Famine just rolls into town and everybody goes crazy?" Dean asked.
" 'And then will come Famine, riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of plenty… and great will be the Horseman's hunger, for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air' ." Castiel quoted from memory.
So hot that he knows the Bible by heart. Marion laid her head on the table, hoping the cold surface might do something for her flushed cheeks.
"Famine is hungry. He must devour the souls of his victims." Castiel said.
"So, that's what was in the briefcase; the Twinkie dude's soul?" Dean asked.
"Lucifer has sent his demons to care for Famine, to feed him, make certain he'll be ready." Castiel said, seriously.
"Ready for what?" Sam asked.
"To march across the land." Castiel answered.
Sam walked into the bathroom while Marion tried to sink into the table while simultaneously trying to calculate how close she could get to Castiel without arousing suspicions.
"Famine?"
Castiel nodded around his burger. "Yes."
"So, what? This whole town is just gonna eat, drink, and screw itself to death." Sam asked, poking his head out of the bathroom, with a washcloth on his neck.
I'm not the only one. Famine's got something on Sam, too.
"We should stop it." Castiel said, nonchalantly.
"Yeah, that's a great idea. How?" Dean growled.
"How'd you stop the last Horseman you met?" Castiel asked.
Dean ran over to the coat rack and pulled a piece of metal from his jacket pocket. "War got his mojo from this ring. And after we cut it off, he just tucked tail and ran. And everybody that was affected, it was like they woke up out of a dream. You think Famine's got a class ring, too?"
"I know he does."
"Well, okay." Dean exclaimed. "Let's track him down and get to choppin'."
Castiel mumbled in agreement and looked at his empty bag, sadly. Marion could just barely see Sam in the bathroom mirror, he was looking worse. She struggled to stand, the heat in her body making her legs feel rubbery. She made it to the bathroom door just as dean was saying, "Let's roll."
Sam looked at Marion. "You okay?" He whispered, breathlessly.
Marion shook her head, slightly. "Famine got us." She whispered back.
"Shoot for who tells Dean?" Sam suggested, putting the washcloth back in the sink and preparing for Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Marion smiled a little and pushed Sam out the bathroom door. "Dean… I, um… I can't. We can't go."
"What do you mean?"
"I think it got to me, Dean. I think I'm hungry for it…" Sam tried to not say it, but Dean's face showed he knew.
"Hungry for what?"
"You know." Sam pushed.
"Demon blood?" Dean raged. "You got to be kidding me! You got to get him out of here. You got to beam him to, like, Montana. Anywhere but here!"
"It won't work. He's already infected. The hunger is just going to travel with him."
"Well, then, what do we do?"
"You go cut that bastard's finger off." Sam said, looking to Marion to get her to speak up. "But, Dean… before you go, you better lock us down… but good."
Dean turned to Marion. "You, too? Really?! What are you hungry for? Were you an alcoholic, or a meth addict? Oh, I got it! Coffee. You're gonna fill yourself with caffeine until your heart explodes!"
Marion took a deep breath and looked Dean right in the eyes. "I'm a 31 year old virgin who has never been around a single male under 40 with the exception of a priest in training that I did confession to once. And now I'm suddenly in the real world and I spend a lot of time with an angel whose vessel looks like that." She jutted her finger toward Castiel. "What do you think I'm hungry for, Dean?"
"Really? Cas? That's disgusting. Cas, grab me some rope on your next burger run." Dean instructed. Castiel nodded and disappeared.
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Sam looked over to the tub where Marion was tied up. He could tell she was off in another world. "You okay?"
Marion flinched and looked over at him. "Better than you. You look like a junkie… no offense."
Sam chuckled, ruefully. "I… I am. Ruby… she got me hooked. She… I only got clean last time because… because God cleaned out my system."
"I remember. But… you haven't had any. There's nothing to clean out this time. Once Dean and Castiel get that ring, you'll go back to normal. We'll go back to normal."
Sam sighed. "You mind if I ask you something? You can say 'no', if you want."
"Go ahead. Distractions are welcome."
"Is your famine just sex in general or… specific to Cas?"
Marion shifted uncomfortably in the tub. "I wish it wasn't, but it's Castiel. I've had a little crush on him since we got to Bobby's." She looked away, mistily. "I started to freak out… because of the implications of what we did… with Dean's memories. And Cas just reached over and took my hand and filled me with this… warmth… grace. It was…" She sighed, heavily. "So nice. I've never felt anything like it." She chuckled softly. "You think it's blasphemous to lust after an angel?"
"Yeah, but… if you're going to Hell for that, I'll already be there."
"Just focus, Sammy. We'll get out of this. We'll be fine."
Sam chuckled a bit. "Don't call me 'Sammy'."
"Sorry, Sammy. Too many years of Dean sayin' it in my head."
Marion and Sam both flinched and twisted in their binds as they heard the hotel room door open and the dresser outside move.
"Guys? Guys, what happened? I don't think it worked. I think I'm still-" Sam started, as the door opened, revealing two demons.
A female demon walked in and looked directly at Sam. "Look at this. Someone trussed you up for us. Boss says we can't kill you… but I bet we can break off a few pieces."
"What about the girl?" The male demon asked.
"Boss said we don't touch her, at all. Let's just grab the Vessel and go."
The male demon leaned down and broke the handcuffs holding Sam to the sink. Marion screamed as Sam pushed the demon backwards and on top of her. She heard crashing and struggling in the main room as the male demon got up.
"Get him off! Get him off!"
"Sam! Sam, stop!" Marion yelled. She couldn't see him, but she knew what he was doing. There was a sound of breaking wood and then a thud against the wall.
"Wait your turn." Sam said. It barely sounded like Sam.
"Sam, you can't do this. Do you remember last time? You only cleaned up because God cleaned you up, remember?! You can't throw that away!" Marion called.
Sam stumbled into the bathroom and stared down at his sister, blood staining the skin around his mouth. "I had to. Don't you see? I'm not craving it, anymore. I'm not hungry. I can go help Dean get the ring." Sam said, pulling at the ropes binding her.
"This is a bad idea, Sam."
"I can help now!" Sam insisted. A crazy look flashed across Sam's face. "If you come with me to help, you'd get to see Cas."
"That's evil, Sam. Let's go."
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Marion followed Sam to a BigGerson's restaurant on the edge of town. He said he could smell them. As they snuck up on the restaurant, they could hear Famine and Dean talking.
"You're all still starving because hunger doesn't just come from the body, it also comes from the soul."
"It's funny, it doesn't seem to be coming from mine." Dean quipped.
"Yes. I noticed that. Have you wondered why that is? How you could even walk in my presence?"
"Well, I like to think it's because of my strength of character." Dean sounded smug but Marion knew he was faking.
"I disagree. Yes, I see. That's one deep, dark nothing you got there, Dean. Can't fill it, can you? Not with food, or drink. Not even with sex." Famine seemed giddy.
"Oh, you're so full of crap." Dean retorted.
Marion and Sam snuck closer to the restaurant doors as Famine continued. "Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, to your sister, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can't win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just… keep going through the motions. You're not hungry, Dean, because inside, you're already… dead."
It was at this point that Sam stood and walked in. "Let him go!"
Marion took a deep breath in the face of her fear and peeked around the corner into the restaurant. As much as she wanted to run to Dean to help him free himself from the demons holding him, her thoughts filled with Castiel as soon as her eyes fell upon him shoveling raw hamburger meat into his mouth. Marion raced forward, pushing past a demon with enough force to put him into the bar.
She threw herself on the ground in front of Castiel. "My god, it's sexy that you can eat things that'd make a human sick."
"Sammy, no!" cut through Marion's lustful musings. She pulled Castiel's beef-covered face up to look into blue eyes.
"But you've gotta stop. You're an angel, for fuck's sake! Pull it together, Cas. You are loyal to my brother. You sacrificed everything you've known for millennia because of your loyalty. He needs you. Sam drank the blood." Marion sniffled as tears started threatening to fall. "Sam drank the blood and something bad is about to happen. I can feel it. Dean is more important than Jimmy's hunger for meat. Please, Cas. Be stronger than your vessel."
Castiel looked behind him as the demons in the room were pulled from their vessels. Castiel looked at Marion, determinedly, and shoved his left hand into the dish, then stood, munching on the beef. He stuck his meat-covered right hand out, which Marion grabbed and held it to help her stand.
The two turned around in time to see Sam attempting to use his demon-blood-fueled power on Famine.
"I'm a Horseman, Sam. Your power doesn't work on me."
"You're right. But it will work on them." Sam responded, and started to pull the black smoke from Famine's belly. Marion, Dean and Castiel could only stand staring in shock as Sam pulled the demons from Famine. Blood dripped from Sam's nose as Famine slumped over in his wheelchair.
Marion dropped Castiel's hand as he dropped the small amount of mincemeat that was left uneaten. Sam wiped at his nose as he was stared at. "I had to! Don't you see? If I didn't, Dean would have died."
"Dean would've figure something out. He always does." Marion said, wiping her hand on her pants to get the hamburger off.
"No. Guys… I had to." Sam insisted.
Dean looked away. "Cas, can you take him to the panic room at Bobby's?"
Castiel nodded, appearing next to Sam and then disappearing with him.
Marion walked over to her brother as Dean grabbed the ring. "I heard what Famine said, Dean."
"Come on! He was just tryin' to get to me."
"I would love to think that were true, Dean." Marion grabbed his arm and turned him to her. "But I've got you in my head, and I know you're different. Everything that's gone down over the last few years… but I think… I think you gave up in Hell. I think, when you picked up that knife, you died a little, and all those years cutting up souls under Alastair's watchful eyes… and then you get pulled out and Sam chooses Ruby and her power-laced blood over you, pops Lucifer out of jail. You turned off. Shut down."
Dean pulled away from Marion and gave his best stone expression. "Still can't believe Cas gave you those memories."
"Blocked most of them out, but… I remember the first time you had to… But you didn't completely shut down until… you had to go back in time to save mom and dad from Anna. Before I even got here. Dean, you didn't even want to come get me."
"That had nothing to do with you, Marion."
"No. It was completely to do with you. You're so numb, Dean, that you couldn't even be happy that your long-lost twin was alive until Bobby told you to be. Dean, you can't fix this by lying to everyone, saying you're okay."
"It can't be fixed. And if it can't be fixed, there's no point in talking about it." Dean leaned against a booth. "Now, we get to go back to Bobby's and watch our brother detox. And we're not gonna talk about this, anymore."
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It hadn't taken long after being 'beamed' to Bobby's for Marion to venture out of the basement and away from Sam's screams. Between Sam's pleading, Dean's drinking and the general discomfort between her and Castiel, she found herself searching for relief. At the top of the stairs, a bottle caught her eye. She'd never had anything stronger than wine, and never more than a glass or two, but the bottle called to her. She grabbed it and headed out into the scrap yard.
Marion knew she wouldn't like Jack Daniels, so she chugged as much down as she could, all at once, then set the bottle in the shotgun seat of the broken down Chevy she'd chosen. She'd wait until the alcohol kicked in, then she'd drink some more. Eventually, she wouldn't be able to taste it.
"Are you sure that drinking, by yourself out here, is a good idea?" Castiel asked, appearing in the backseat.
"Go away, Castiel. Drinking is not supposed to be a good idea. It's just supposed to make me feel better."
"You don't seem to be feeling better."
"Well, it'll be kickin' in soon, I'm sure."
"I know the situation with Sam is disheartening, but-"
Marion finally turned to him. "The situation with Sam isn't even the half of it! Sam acted exactly the way an addict should. Famine got his hunger up and then dangled his drug in front of him. I couldn't expect him to resist. And he'll be fine in a few days because it was just one hit. Not months of consuming. Sam'll be fine." Marion smiled sadly. "But Dean… I don't think there is a fix for him."
"And you?"
"What about me? You said yourself, the only reason I'm important is because of Dean. But I'm not even important to Dean. Nothing is important to Dean, anymore."
Castiel sat forward. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that you were only important because of Dean. You are important… that was just the only reason I could… put into words."
As the alcohol started to hit her, Marion squinted at him in confusion. "Huh?"
"I do not express emotion well. I most often cannot recognize emotions. I still… can't quite… I am nice to you because… your smile makes me…happy." Castiel said, nervously.
Marion grabbed the bottle and took another few chugs of the brown liquor. "Do you know how confusing you are? I don't even…"
Castiel leaned forward, took the bottle and pressed his lips to hers. Marion just stared at him, too shocked to move. Castiel sat back and set the bottle on the seat next to him.
"After years of watching humans… I hope I got that… right." Castiel said, looking down.
Marion climbed over the seats into the back seat and plopped next to Castiel. "Well, I wouldn't know from my own experience… and Dean's never kissed anyone so sweetly before." She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes contently. "But it felt right to me."
Castiel sat tensely. Marion looked up at him as she felt her head begin to swim. "You know, you can relax. This is supposed to be nice."
"I have a concern." Castiel said. Marion sat up. "I am very fond of Dean. I consider him to be… almost a friend. Am I right to assume that it might be considered disloyal for a friend to engage in a romantic relationship with a friend's sister?"
"I wish I could say that Dean wouldn't care but… he'd be pissed."
"You'd risk Dean's rage to be with me?"
"Of course. You're my Prince Charming." The blank look on Castiel's face told her that she needed to explain better. "When I was growing up, I was only allowed to watch Disney animated movie, only allowed to read the classics. Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson, Dickens, Bronte sisters… So, I grew up expecting someone to save me. I knew that I didn't belong with the Cornwells. I fancied myself Rapunzel. Kept away from the real world, not really harmed by the evil witch who stole her, but still… damaged. It's one of the reasons I've kept my hair so long. Just waiting for someone to come along and call out 'Rapunzel, Rapunzel'. You…"
Marion smiled up at Castiel. "If you hadn't come and given me Dean's memories… I would never have believed them. I would've thought they were as crazy as the other patients in the psych ward. I would've called the nurses and they would've ghosted. And Zachariah would have killed me. So, you saved me. You are my Disney Prince."
Castiel smiled. "I understand now." He said, before looking up, abruptly. "Dean is coming."
Marion quickly grabbed the back of Castiel's head and planted a quick kiss on his lips before he disappeared.
Dean walked into her eye line just after Castiel left holding a whiskey bottle and muttering to himself. She considered hiding, but chose, instead, to grab her bottle and open the car door.
"There you are! What the hell are you doing out here?" Dean demanded.
"Same as you, apparently. Drinking and praying." Marion said, getting out of the Chevy and slamming the door.
"I wasn't praying. God's a dick. Everyone in Heaven is a dick. Cas is the only person associated with Heaven who's not a dick. I don't pray."
"Oh, you aren't that desperate yet? You aren't feeling so empty that you're willing to seek help from a higher power? Big surprise! Dean Winchester is being stubborn." Marion shook her head and tried to push past him.
"Wow, you're a bitchy drunk, you know that?"
"I don't give a damn, Dean. You're bitchy at your best."
"Whoa. Calm down." Dean said, stepping in front of her. "Look, I'm not gonna lie. What Famine said hit a chord, so did your rant afterward. But right now, there are more important things to focus on. Sam's in the basement hallucinating and screaming. We've got Lucifer and the archangels trying to bring the damn End Times. And my twin sister has a crush on an angel. All more important than how much my life sucks."
At the look on his sister's face, Dean smirked. "Even if I hadn't realized that your hunger was suspiciously Castiel-focused, which I did… Sam started to list off our faults and addictions to get back at us for locking him. Only thing he could list for you was your crush on an angel."
Marion hung her head. Dean put his arm around her shoulders and started walking toward the house. "Aw, don't feel bed. He had a list of flaws for me and Bobby."
She pulled away. "I don't… feel bad, Dean. I had a priest absolve my guilt on this. Especially for someone in my position, it's completely normal to cling to an attractive male. I mean, he's…" Marion exhaled loudly. "I used to spend all of my time around the Cornwells, now I spend all my time with my brothers and Bobby. So… until we start spending time with other… less holy men, I will not feel bad."
"Wow. You got really serious, there. Come on. Let's put our bottles together and get a little silly."
A smirk crept across Marion's lips, as she put herself back in Dean's arms and headed toward the house. It was a good sign that dean knew about her feelings for Castiel, knew that she was unashamed and didn't care. Maybe Dean wouldn't care when he found out. Maybe it'd be better to just tell him now.
"Glad Cas isn't a 'less holy' man, because I gotta say, I think I'd have to kill the guy who takes away my 'Virgin ying'." Dean mused.
Maybe not.
"You know that it's 'Yin', right? Not 'Ying'."
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Marion was honestly hoping not to find any of the flesh-eating ghouls her brothers were convinced they were going to find. Not because she was scared or had any problems with head-shots. She was hoping, for Bobby's sake, that she wouldn't find anything.
As she sneaked around the outside of a large house on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, a figure stepped out of the shadows behind her.
"Wow. You just jumped right into this hunting thing, didn't you?"
Marion pulled her Glock and turned to the voice.
"Who are you?"
The skinny teen with the blonde curls looked down at herself. "I know… not the best choice but there's slim pickin's in Sioux Falls." She walked forward. "You're Marion Winchester, right? Well, I'm Meg. Reach into Dean's memories. You'll recognize the name."
Marion aimed her gun straight at Meg's vessel's head. "Meg Masters? You killed Jo and Ellen."
"You never even met them. Don't act offended that I killed someone you never met." Meg said, walking forward more. "And you know that gun won't even touch me. All you'd be doing is killing this vessel. I don't think you're gonna want to deal with this poor girl's parents when I flee this meatsuit."
Marion lowered the gun. "What are you doing here? I thought you were following Lucifer around like one of your hell-hounds."
"Well, don't act like I want to be here. Lucifer sent me to possess you."
Marion's eyes grew. "Exoricamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omni -" Marion rambled, before Meg put her hand over her mouth and pushed her into the siding of the house.
"Just not quick enough, Mary. You know, I would expect you to have one of those pretty tattoos or at least one of those nice gold charms. You'd think your brothers would have learned their lesson when I took Sam a few years ago. But, I guess, they just forgot to take you to get yours."
Marion struggled and mumbled under the teenage girl's strong hands.
"They won't believe I'm you? Sadly for you, I'm a really good actor. The only reason Dean caught on when I took Sam was because I disappeared for a few days and killed some people. But I was trying to rattle Dean, then. I'm on recon this time, much less fun. The only problem I could foresee was your boyfriend Castiel seeing past your face, into mine. But lucky for me, I work for the First Fallen. He's got all kinds of neat toys." Meg pulled a silver-colored necklace from her pocket and slipped it over Marion's head. She then smiled, evilly, and threw her head back as a plume of black smoke poured from her mouth and headed to Marion's.
"Wow, it's weird in here. Me, and Dean, and just a tiny bit of Marion."
Meg pulled away from the wall and stepped over the vessel she'd just vacated. She found a window and looked at her reflection. "Eh, not bad. I've had worse vessels. Gotta do something about that hair, though. We look like a Pentecostal Sunday School teacher."
You can't cut my hair! I've been growing my hair out for years! It'll be a dead give away that I'm possessed.
Meg closed her eyes for a second and Marion felt her rifling through her memories. "Two things, Mary Mary. One, I was totally joking earlier when I called Castiel your boyfriend, but hey, who am I to judge? Not looking forward to bedding an angel, but whatever. Two, everyone is expecting you to change because of Dean's memories. Putting away the Rapunzel theme might just be an example of Dean coming through. See? I got this."
Please, don't cut my hair.
"Don't worry. It's not gonna be as short and slutty as the real Meg's was."
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Meg had pushed Marion away to the back of her mind. She didn't need that distraction as she walked over to meet with Sam and Dean at Bobby's.
The boys stared at her for a few seconds without blinking. Meg had the barber cut the hair to shoulder length and taken the dark blonde locks to a bright strawberry blonde color. "What?" Meg asked.
"We're trying to find evidence of zombies and you get your hair done?" Dean asked.
"Look, I checked my part of the list. Nada. So, rather than come here and baby-sit Bobby and his wife with Dean, I thought I'd do something constructive. My hair was too long. It kept getting caught on stuff when I was trying to sneak around."
"Whatever. You might not have found anything suspicious but I did. Mrs. Jones turned. She ate her husband. So, yeah. Zombies." Sam said.
"Okay, so, I'll go through the list again, see if there's anyone else about to turn. You guys go talk to Bobby. I doubt he'll hear you, but try." Meg said, starting to walk away.
"Are you okay?" Dean called after her.
"Just worried that I might have missed something." Meg responded.
They'll figure it out.
Oh, sweetie. None of them knows you well enough to tell you've changed. You know them, but they've only known you for a month. Stop hoping for an exorcism.
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Meg watched from the top of a stack of cars as a hoard of zombies chased Dean and Bobby back into the house. Help them!
"It's not in my job description. Besides, I'm kinda hoping that Dean-o will end up in a chair like the old man. I gotta go hide in one of these cars. I'm sure Sammy will save 'em soon." Meg whispered, jumping down to hide in one of the junkers.
If you're supposed to be acting like me, why aren't you taking a shotgun to those zombies?
Because I don't have to. I can sit in here with a knot on my head and they'll assume I got attacked and hid.
What knot? Marion asked. Meg responded by hitting her head against the window beside her. The window cracked, but Meg just sighed and leaned back to fall asleep for the illusion of passing out.
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Meg woke up to Dean pulling the door next to her open. Her hand went to her head. "Oh, man. Did we get 'em?"
Dean pulled her from the car and carried her to the house. "You okay?" He asked, pulling her hair away from the abrasion there.
"I don't see any zombies. We won?" Meg asked, groggily.
"Yeah. Sam and the sheriff got 'em all. How'd you end up out there?" Dean asked.
"I don't really… I stopped by one of the houses on my list. I was being chased… hit my head. They were after me… I don't know." Meg lied.
Dean! You can't believe this!
Meg pushed Marion to the back of her mind and smiled, weakly, at Dean. Dean seemed to search her eyes for a second, before hugging her.
"You've gotta be careful, Mare. I couldn't stand losing you again."
"Oh, don't worry, Dean. I'm not going anywhere."