Dean slung the phone against the wall, it shatters to pieces.

"Fuck. They have Dad."

Dean starts pacing, zoning out, Sam is trying to get his attention,

"Meg? What'd she say? "

Dean ignored him, deep inside his own thoughts, agitated and mumbling to himself.

"Dean?" Sam was raising his voice at his brother. "Dean!"

I walked up behind Dean and grabbed his shoulder, "Dean?" I spoke softly.

He stopped pacing and just stood there, then he turned to face me. I put my hand on his cheek, after a moment he closed his eyes and leaned into my palm. After a second his green eyes open, he reaches up, putting his hand on my neck and giving me a quick kiss,

"We gotta go." He says and I nod. Dean grabs the colt and tosses it in his duffle and heads for the door.

"What are you doing, Dean? " Sam is frustrated.

"Sammy, we got to go."

Sam huffed, "Why?"

I was packing up what remained of my stuff, I talked over my shoulder, " 'Cause that damn demon knows where we are, and it knows we have the colt."

Dean starts throwing Sam's stuff in his bag, "It has Dad, it's probably coming for us next."

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come. "

I shook my head, "Sam we are good. We aren't that good. I don't want to be hellhound puppy-chow, okay?"

"I don't care, I want that damn thing dead!"

Dean grabbed his brother by the shoulders, " Listed, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving... now! "

We all hopped into the Impala and Dean was racing down the road. Every turn we went into, the car would slide sideways. It was probably a good thing I hadn't eaten all day. Sam was in the front seat, pissed as all hell,

"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him."

"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun."

Sam shakes his head.

"What?"

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might be..."

" Don't!" Dean raised his voice painfully.

"Yeah Sam, " I said sarcastically, "You know, Goonies never say die."

Sam shot me a nasty look, "Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job. "

Dean was yelling as he pushed the speedometer needle to the max, " Screw the job, Sam!"

"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going. "

"Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything. "

Sam paused, and just stared out the window. I leaned back in my seat, "So how are we gonna do this?"

Dean shrugged but didn't look back, "Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken. "

Sam scoffed, " Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail? "

Dean paused for a moment, "You're right. We need help."

At the next exit, Dean gunned the Impala and changed our heading to South Dakota. Through the night the Impala never dropped below one-twenty. In the early hours of the morning we were pulling into Singer Auto. When we got out there was a large dog barking from its chain.

"Easy." I said firmly and the dog just stopped, wagging his tail. Hell of a guard dog. We walked up, Dean starts to talk,

"Jen...Bobby is an old friend of the family. Guy knows everything but him and uh, my Dad didn't part on the best of terms. I don't know how this is gonna go."

I nodded, smiling internally. Walking right up, I knocked on the door. A man in his early fifties, dressed in plaid, and a baseball cap answers the door. He stares at me for a moment,

"I don't believe it." He stammers.

"Hey Bobby." I said. He pulled me into a hug, "I told you I would come and see ya the next time I was in town."

"Its good to hear from you girl. How the hell are ya?"

He let go of me and looked past me, "Sam? Dean? It is sure good to see you boys. It has been awhile"

I turned and they were just standing there, with confused looks on their face. I snapped my fingers,

"Guys! C'mon. We don't have time for this." They followed me inside. The house was simple, red decorative wallpaper that was beginning to peel. There were stacks upon stacks of books collecting dust. Guns, weapons, charms and other stuff that I couldn't identify hung from the walls and sat on shelves. Bobby picks up a silver flask with a cross and pours it into three glasses and points,

"Here you go. "

I take a swig, it tasted like stale pond water, "Uck. Holy water?"

The boys each took a sip of theirs, Bobby handed me a different flask,

"That one was. This one is whiskey."

I tipped it up and then handed it to Dean who also took a swig, making a face as it burnt on the way down. Then he handed Bobby back the flask and jumped into the story of the last few days events: their dad and the yellow eyed demon. When he finished Bobby went over to his stack of books and pulled out an old, leather bound one, and tossed it to Sam, who immediately started flipping through it. I was paging through the stacks, reading, sifting through papers. Dean sighed with relief,

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come. "

"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help. "

" Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything. "

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people. "

Dean laughed, " Yeah, I guess he does."

" None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby paused for a second, "Jen. You didn't tell me you were hunting with the Winchesters."

"I didn't?" I said innocently, avoiding eye contact.

"Must of slipped your mind."

"Yeah..." Dean started, "You never told us you knew Bobby either."

"Dean, I don't tell you a lot of things. I ran into Bobby on a hunt a few years back."

Bobby nodded, "Nasty Navajo Spirit deal down in New Mexico."

I sat down and continued, "He helped me learn a little more about hunting. And then Bobby here thought he could play poker."

"I can play poker. How often do you see an honest to God royal flush?"

"And that's how I ended up with that Camaro."

Bobby took another swig of whiskey, "Speaking of...Where is that hunk of junk at?"

I smiled, "That's right, you haven't seen it since I fixed it up. It is pretty sweet, canary yellow, black leather...Anyways, it is in storage down near the Wisconsin, Illinois border."

Sam spoke from the corner, "Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it. "

Bobby walked over by Sam and sat on the corner of the desk, "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright. "

"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work? "

I nodded, "I used one on a hunt when I first started. Stuff is the shit."

Bobby continues talking, "You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel."

Sam chuckled and Dean said, "Man, knows his stuff. "

Bobby shook his head, " I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three stepped in."

I sat down in a chair, "How's that?"

"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops. "

"So?" I asked.

"This year I hear of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more. "

Sam closed the book, "Do you know why? "

" No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and Jen, you boys, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it. "

The dog started barking outside, I looked up. Bobby furrowed his brow,

"Rumsfeld?" Bobby walked to the window and stared outside. The barking stops and there is silence.

"Something's wrong."

Just as he finished the door buckled inward. Meg walks through it, a gaping hole in her chest. Shirt totally bloody. Dean goes for the holy water on the desk. She stares at him,

" No more crap, okay?" She sends him flying back against a bookcase, he crumples, knocked out. I step up and Sam moves between Meg and Bobby. She looks between all of us,

" I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now. "

I glanced over, Dean was starting to move, I crouched next to him, making sure that he is okay. Meg ignored us and followed Sam and Bobby who were backing into the other room, Sam speaking,

"We don't have it on us. We buried it. "

" Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads and that useless bitch. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you? "

I step up behind where she is, in the room's entryway, "Actually, we were hoping you would join the party."

Meg turns on me, I smirk and glance upwards. She follows my gaze. Above her is a Devil's Trap.

"Oops." I say dryly. Dean walks over behind me,

"Gotcha."

We all go to work right away, tying her to a chair in the middle of the trap. Meg struggled a little bit, but inside, she had no more strength than any human girl. Bobby had disappeared to lock down the house by salting all the doors and windows.

When we were done she looked over at Sam and Dean, "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask. "

Bobby returned, " I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in. "

Dean nodded and walked to stand in front of Meg, " Where's our father, Meg?"

She smiled, coyly, " You didn't ask very nice."

"Sorry. Where's our father, bitch?"

" Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait... I forgot, you don't. " She smiled.

Dean lunged at her, putting his hand on the arms of the chairs, yelling, "You think this is a friggin game? Where is he?! What did you do to him? "

She spit at his face, " He died screaming. I killed him myself. "

I saw the hate cross Dean's face, he backhands her across the face, snapping her neck to the side,

"That's kind of a turn on – you like hitting a girl? Actually hold on." She looked past Dean and at me, "Is that what really gets him going?"

Dean smacked her again, "You're no girl."

Bobby stands up suddenly, " Dean."

He moves to the next room and me and Sam follow. I put my hand on Dean's shoulder,

"You okay?"

"She's lying. He's not dead. "

Bobby started, "Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her. "

Confusion spread across Dean's face, "Why?"

"Because she really is a girl, that's why. "

It clicked into place for me, "She isn't just a demon? She is being possessed."

Bobby nodded, Dean started to get frustrated, " Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there? "

Bobby nodded and Dean glanced back in the room at Meg, "Hmm. That's actually good news. "

I know where he is going with this. I run to that book that Sam was flipping through earlier and find the page that I am searching for. I hand it to Sam and we walk back in the room where Meg is, she looks between us,

"Are you gonna read me a story? "

Dean smirked, " Something like that...Hit it, Sam. "

"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino..." He continued reading in Latin, Meg looked over at Dean,

"An exorcism? Are you serious? "

Dean just crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. Meg looked over at me and I spoke,

"Oh yeah bitch. We are goin' all out. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards. Like I said, party time."

Sam continues and Meg flinches in pain, her eyes keep flashing black. She looks past us to Sam,

" I'm gonna to kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body. "

Dean stepped into her sight line, " No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is."

Meg just smiled, teeth showing. I smirked, "I'm gonna be awful jealous of that tan."

She turns and hisses at me. I can hear Sam continueing,

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica... "

Meg starts shaking, screaming in pain. She gasps and Sam pauses,

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat. "

Sam kept reading and Dean leaned down to her,

" For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God! "

Sam kept reading, " Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae. Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt...

A wind rips through the room, loose pages fly off shelves. Meg starts to wince again.

"Where is he? " Dean yells.

"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you? "

" Where is he?! "

" Dead!"

Dean was so angry and upset now, " No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!"

Sam stops reading, looking at his brother with concern. Dean turns to him,

"What are you looking at? Keep reading."

"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos..."

The chair that she was tied to begins to whip around the circle, "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi... "

" He will be! " Meg screams.

Dean freaks, "Wait! What?! "

"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him. " Meg is struggling to get the words out.

"How do we know you're telling the truth? "

" You don't." She screamed at him.

"Sam!"

" A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City. "

Dean grabs her throat, " Missouri? Where, where? An address!"

"I don't know." She chokes out.

Sam goes up beside his brother, " And the demon – the one we're looking for - where is it?"

" I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know. "

Dean stood up, " Finish it."

"What? I told you the truth!"

" I don't care."

I was leaning against a table. I looked over at Bobby, who stared back with concern and I shook my head. The truth was there. The only thing that was keeping this girl alive was the demon inside of her.

Meg howled again, "You son of a bitch, you promised. "

Dean snarled back, "I lied! Sam?"

Sam didn't say anything for a moment, "Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is. "

" She doesn't know. "

Sam avoided his brother's eyes, " She lied."

" Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've go to help her. "

I finally spoke, "You are going to kill her."

Dean turned to me, "What?"

I sighed, "Dean, she fell from a building. A fall that would kill a human, the girl's body is broken beyond repair. And there is a bullet wound through her chest. What is keeping her going is that demon. You get rid of it, she is going to die. That is the reality of it."

"Listen to me, we are not gonna leave her like that. " Dean said.

Bobby turned to Dean, "She is a human being. "

I chewed the inside of my check, "It is inhumane to leave her like this Bobby. She needs to be put out of her misery."

Dean looked at me and nodded, "Sam...finish it."

Sam pauses for a moment, contemplating. Finally, he continues, "Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri..."

Meg's head whips back and there is a scream that isn't human. Black smoke rises from her mouth and swirls within the trap. Finally it burns away. The girl's body slumps forward and blood begins to drip from her mouth. We all stand there and look between each other for a moment. Then the girl sits up and gasps. I rush forward, Dean speaks to Bobby,

"She's still alive, call 911. Get some water and blankets. "

Bobby rushes off. I begin to untie her arms the best I can with one hand. Dean is beside me helping and Sam is trying to hold her steady,

"Thank you." She breathes out, blood spraying.

Sam tries to calm her, " Shh, shh. Just take it easy, alright? "

Dean looks up at his brother, " Come on. Let's get her down. "

I back up and give them the room to lift Meg from the chair. I can hear the sounds of bones crunching and rattling. She screams in pain as they lower her to the floor. Sam is still talking to her,

" Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay. "

She whispers again, "A year."

"What?" I ask.

She struggles, "It's been a year. I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did – it's a nightmare."

" Was it telling us the truth about our Dad? " Dean asked.

"Dean. " Sam warned.

" We need to know. "

" Yes. But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him. "

"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters. "

Bobby returns with some blankets and a glass of water. He hands the glass to Dean and I take the blanket and try to cover her up. Dean holds her head up so that she can drink.

"Where is the demon we're looking for? " Sam asks.

" Not there. Other ones. Awful ones. "

"Where are they keeping our Dad? " Dean tries to get her to focus.

"By the river. Sunrise. " She chokes. I can tell that she is struggling. The air catches in her throat, rattling. She stops breathing.

Dean is still talking, " "Sunrise". What does that mean? What does that mean? "

"Dean..." I put my hand on his shoulder. "She is gone, man."

He looks up at me sadly. I sigh, "C'mon."

"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here. " Bobby says.

"What are you gonna tell them? " I ask.

Bobby laughed, " You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out."

He tossed the Key of Solomon book to Sam, "Here take this. You might need it. "

Sam nodded, "Thanks."

Dean headed for the door, "Thanks... for everything. Be careful, alright? "

"You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time."

Dean laughed and reached for the door handle.

"Oh, ah Jen?" Bobby said, I turned back to him,

"You watch out for those boys."

I smiled, " I always do."

Parked on near train tracks outside of Jefferson City, Missouri was the Impala. Dean and Jen were at the back, loading guns and holy water into a couple of duffle bags. Sam was sitting on the hood of the car looking through the Key of Solomon. Dean had been quiet for a long time,

"You alright?" Jen looked over at him.

"Just getting ready. "

"Dean, if anyone is alive, it is your dad. That guy is tougher than nails."

Dean doesn't answer her and keeps loading stuff. Jen turns and sits on the edge of the trunk, watching him. She reaches out her good hand and places it on his shoulder. Dean pauses for a moment. Then he places his hand over hers. After a few seconds she gets up and rubs her hand over his back as she walks to the front of the car.

Sam flips to another page of the book. Grabbing a piece of chalk, he rubs the dirt off of the top of the trunk and begins drawing a symbol.

"Dude, what are you drawing on my car!"

"Demons can't get through it or inside it with this symbol. "

Dean runs over to check that the paint isn't scratched, " So?"

Sam moves to the other side on the trunk and draws, "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox. "

" So?"

"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad. "

"What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us. " Dean is getting upset about the car.

"We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon. "

Dean is now super pissed, " No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get. "

" Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun. "

" I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants? "

Jen looked between the boys, this was not something she really wanted to get into. Sam started yelling,

" We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you're the one who came and got me at school!You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I'm just trying to finish it! "

Dean scoffed, " Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge. "

Sam was so aspirated, he slammed the book down on the car, "That's not true, Dean. I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can't. "

Dean shook his head, " Fine."

" I'm serious, Dean. "

"I said fine, Sam."

Dean took the colt out of his jacket, held it up for Sam to see and then put it in the trunk.,

"Happy?" Sam turned away. Jen caught the little sleight of hand that Dean pulled before closing the trunk.

We were walking down the riverfront after we parked the car. I looked ahead of us,

"Guys..." I point up the road, ahead of us is a sign that reads 'Sunrise Apartments'.

"...You think that's what Meg meant by sunrise?"

Dean nodded, "Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside. "

"Yeah, and make anybody attack us." Sam replied.

I sighed, "And we can't kill them, 'cause they're humans.

Sam turned to face us, " They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody."

Dean rolls his eyes, "This sucks."

"Y-ep." I reply and look at the building. There are people walking in and out, going about their daily lives. Children playing, people in suits on their phones.

"How do we get in?" I look up at Dean.

"Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians. "

Sam shifted his weight, nervously "Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes? "

I nodded, "Seven minutes exactly...Sam? You wanna do the honors?"

He looked at me and sighed. I just stared back, Sam sighed again and trotted over to the apartment complex, leaving us standing there.

"Just to let you know, I saw that little move you pulled back at the car."

I looked up and watched Dean's jaw tighten, "Don't know what you're talking about."

I put my arm around his waist, "I'm not gonna rat you out. You are a sucky lier, by the way."

Dean looked down at me and shook his head, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Seconds later, the fire alarms began ringing through the air. People were scrambling out of the building. Dean put his face into my hair,

"Let's go kick some demonic ass."

Exactly seven minutes later firetrucks were pulling up to the building. Dean and I moved through the bustling, panicking people to a fireman,

"Hey, what's happening? Is it a fire? "Dean asks.

The fireman pushes us back, "We're figuring that out right now, sir. Just stay back."

"Well, we've got a Yorkie upstairs and he pees when he's nervous..." Dean trailed off.

" Sir, ma'am, you have to stay back."

As we keep badgering the fireman I see Sam move behind a truck. When I see him emerge, I elbow Dean and we take off. Sam had snagged three full firemen gear sets: boots, hats, tanks, the works. We dressed in them quickly and entered the building. I pulled out an EMF meter, as did Sam and Dean and we were checking doors. Around the fourth floor, Dean spoke,

" I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up. "

Sam replied, "You never told me that."

My EMF meter suddenly spiked in front of one of the doors.

"Guys!"

They ran up beside me and looked at the meter. Dean reached up and pounded on the door,

"This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate. "

A few seconds later I hear the lock click and I slam my shoulder into the door. A woman is flung backwards. Sam and Dean spray her with holy water and her husband charges me. I let him tackle me and I use his momentum to roll on top. I punch him in the face and start to drag him towards a closet. The guy struggles, and I have a lot of trouble trying to control him with only one hand. I pull a flask and douse him with holy water, he screams. Dean comes over and helps me toss him in the closet,

"Come on! " Dean yells

Sam grabs the woman and shoves her in the closet. Dean and I lean up against the door as the demons try to escape,

"Sam! Hurry." I grunt as the door lurches.

Sam pulls a canister of salt out of a duffle and runs a line in front of the closet. As soon as the line is complete, the demons stop pushing on the door. I sigh with relief, and we ditch the fireman get-up. Dean opens a nearby door,

"Sam! Jen!"

I run over and see John tied up to a bed, honestly , he looks like he just got hit by a bus. Dean goes up to his father,

"Dad?" Dean leans down and listens, " He's still breathing. Dad, wake up. Dad!"

Dean takes out a knife and goes to cut the rope.

"Whoa! Hold up Dean." I say, something wasn't right about this.

He looks back at me, Sam nods, "She is right, for all we know he could be possessed."

Dean was shocked, "What? Are you nuts?"

Sam took out a flask, "Dean, we got to be sure."

He sprinkles the holy water on John who does not budge. John moans and starts to come around,

"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me? "

Dean was relieved, "Dad, are you okay? "

John muttered, "They've been drugging me. Where's the Colt? "

"Don't worry, Dad, it's safe." Sam said quickly. Dean and I cut him free, John was still muttering incoherently,

"Good boys. Good boys. "

We get John to his feet. I have one shoulder and Dean has the other, pulling him with us. We were in the entryway when the door burst inwards. A fireman with black eyes was walking towards us with an axe,

"Back up, back up." I grunt out, struggling under John's weight. We get back into the bedroom and Sam locks the door just as the blade of the axe cracks through. Sam jumps back but then runs a line of salt in front of the door. I look to the window,

"Guys, the fire escape."

Me and Dean haul John out onto the fire escape. Dean yells, " Sam, let's go!"

Dean drops down onto the street. I send John down before me and as he falls the last few feet, Dean catches him. I drop down and Sam is right behind me. When he gets down he trots out in front of us to check. When he is at the end of the building a man comes running out of nowhere and tackles him. Pinning Sam, the demon starts beating him, punching him in the face, not letting up.

"Sammy!" Dean yells.

Dean drops John and runs to help Sam, kicking the man in the face. The demon throws Dean into a wall and continues to beat Sam. I run and tackle the guy, we are rolling but he ends up on top, the concrete digging into my shoulders. I go to punch him, but he grabs my bad hand and slams it on the ground. I yelp at the red pain that shoots up my arm. His free hand punches me in the face, over and over. A crack fills the air, the sound of a gunshot. The demon flashes under the skin and then he crumples on top of me. I shove him off and see Dean, standing, with the colt.

I exhale and lean back for a second. I haul my ass up. Dean is helping Sam to his feet,

" Sam, come on! Come on! "

Sam stands there, looking at the body and is unresponsive, Dean shakes him,

"Come on. We gotta get out of here. "

I jog back and help Dean pick up John. We drag him to the car, toss him in the back. I crawl in front and Dean squeals the tires as we head out of town.

Dean had driven until we found an abandoned cabin in the backwoods. As soon as we got inside, we had gone to work salting all the doors and window. Dean had taken John and laid him down in one of the rooms. Sam collapsed in a corner, exhausted. I walk up in front of him and crouch down, studying his face.

"You look like you went through a meat grinder Sam."

He scoffed, "You don't look too bad yourself."

I laughed, I hadn't seen my reflection yet, but I could feel my right eye swelling and I could feel that my jaw was swollen.

"It doesn't look like you need any stitches." I said as I got up. Dean came in the room. I jutted my chin towards the room he just came out of,

"How is he?"

"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you guys?"

Sam struggled up, " I'll survive. Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"

I shook my head, "I didn't see anyone tailing us, and this cabin is pretty out of the way."

"Yeah." Sam looked over at his brother, "Hey, uh... Dean, you, um... you saved my life back there. "

"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh? "

"Man, I'm tryin to thank you here. "

"You're welcome. "

Sam walked across the room and looked out a window. Something was bothering Dean. I closed the space between us and looked up at him. Dean just wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me against his chest. I buried my head in his chest,

He finally spoke, slowly, "You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there. "

I pushed back and looked up at him, "You didn't have a choice."

"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me. "

Sam turned towards us, "Then what does? "

Dean let go of me and then sighed, " Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad"

He paused and then looked at me, "Or for you, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh ... it scares me sometimes. "

I just looked at him. I really didn't know what to say because I was the same kind of messed up. There wasn't a damn thing I wouldn't do for anyone I cared about. John's voice behind us made me jump,

"It shouldn't. You did good. "

Dean turned, surprised, " You're not mad? "

" For what? " John asked.

" Using a bullet."

" Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have. "

Dean smiled, "Thanks."

I know it sounded weird but I felt sick to my stomach, I had since Jefferson City. Something was wrong, something was coming. Something was off. Suddenly the lights started to flicker. We all looked out windows, as the wind howled.

John spoke, " It found us. It's here. "

"The demon? " Sam asked.

John turned to his son, "Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door. "

"We already did it." Sam said.

"Well, check it, okay? "

Sam nodded and left the room. My stomach dropped again, my chest tightened. Shit was going to go down.

John is over by the window, "Dean, you got the gun? "

" Yeah."

" Give it to me."

Dean took the colt out of his jeans, "Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared. "

"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry. "

"Dean..." I whisper and when he looks I shake my head, my body is shaking. Dean hesitates looking at the gun.

"Son, please."

Dean backs up a few steps, looking up at his dad and back down at the gun. John turns, panic in his face,

" Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean? "

Dean talked under his breath, "He'd be furious. "

John was confused, "What? "

" That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one. "

John just looked at him. It was all making sense, Dean raises the gun, pointing it at John and cocking the hammer back,

"You're not my Dad. "

" Dean, it's me. "

I move behind Dean, watching John warily. Dean was so upset,

" I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him. "

John yells, "What the hell's gotten into you? " and he takes a step towards us.

" I could ask you the same thing. Stay back. "

I hear Sam come back into the room. I turn and the look on his face was that of pure terror,

"Dean? What the hell's going on? "

" Your brother's lost his mind. " John snarls.

Dean shakes his head, "He's not Dad. "

"What? " Sam said in disbelief.

Dean never took the gun off of John, "I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."

I could hear in his voice he was fighting the tears.

John spoke evenly, "Don't listen to him, Sammy."

"Dean, how do you know?"

"He's ... he's different. "

"Sam," I stay behind Dean and keep an eye on John, "Something is off, something ain't right about any of this shit."

John shot me a look and I quieted, "You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me."

Sam looks between Dean and his dad. Dean glances over quickly but doesn't say another word. Sam hesitates but comes and stands beside Dean.

"Fine. You're both so sure, go ahead. Kill me."John looks down and waits. Dean holds the gun but his hand begins to shake. He can't bring himself to pull the trigger.

"I thought so." John says. He looks up and his eyes glow yellow.

"Mother fucker" I manage to get out under my breath. Sam lunges but is thrown back against a wall, pinned there. Dean is thrown back into me and then onto the wall by his brother, dropping the colt. I struggle forward trying to grab it, but the demon steps on my bad hand.

"Bastard." I hiss.

I feel a pull in the pit of my stomach and am flung onto the wall. Now I have been flung around by spirits, but when a demon pins you, it feels like your organs are a magnet with the wall, through your back. I groaned, my feet unable to touch the floor.

I watch John bend down and pick up the colt, "What a pain in the ass this thing's been. "

" It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time. " Sam manages to spit out.

John turns and smiles, "Well, you found me. "

Sam breathes heavily, "But the holy water? "

"You think something like that works on something like me? "

I fought against the force that pinned my to the wall, but everytime I pulled it felt like my lungs were being ripped out my back.

Sam yells, "I'm gonna kill you! "

John laughs, " Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact,"

He sets the gun down on the table, "... here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy. "

I watched Sam look at the gun, but nothing happened, John laughed again,

"Well, this is fun."

He walks in front of Dean, "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this...this is worth the wait. "

Dean struggles, John watches,"Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood. "

"Let him go, or I swear to God – "

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter. The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand. "

Dean laughed, humorless, " You've got to be kidding me. "

"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right. "

I struggled again, "You are a fuckin' son of a bitch."

John turned to me, "Huh...I almost forgot about you. You know, you are really on John's shit list. I think...and feel free, I am open to suggestions...I'm gonna rip his boys apart, and leave their guts on the floor. Then get some popcorn and watch John tear you apart."

He was in front of me, looking me up and down, "Still it would be a shame..."

"Go back to hell." And then I spit in his face.

John wiped it off and laughed, "You. You always amaze me. I haven't seen one of your kind in about two millennia. I mean sure there is the off brand, the small fries..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Dean grunts out.

John looks between him and me, thinking. And then the recognition crosses his face, "Oh. Oh. This is fantastic, this is freaking Christmas. Neither of you actually know?"

I exhale hard, trying to control the pain , "Know what?"

"Oh. That pit you get in your stomach. The way you feel things before they happen. You never wondered about that little letter John left for his boys, he knew exactly what you are. A custos vero beatus, a dux humanitatis, a libertatis tutor. A true guardian..."

John trailed off and then refocused, "That's how I know big shit is going down. Your kind only pop up when that happens. I mean, Jesus himself was trotting around the last time I saw one of you, well a real one. The worst part is your incorruptibility, its a real party pooper. You see, that is why John hates you so much. He knew exactly what you were, he thought you were here to protect ol' Sammy though. Oops, plot twist, you are messin' round with Dean."

I laugh, "Why does that matter?"

"Curiosity killed the cat Jennifer. But, I'm feelin' gracious so I will throw you a bone. The guard and the guarded have a, how should I put this, very dynamic relationship. It is cosmic, actually written in your DNA, you don't have a choice but to protect him, protect his mission, at least until his purpose is fulfilled. So if it came down to Dean or Sam, you know which one you would choose to save. And that pisses John off to no end. You are nothing more than a grunt. To him, it is like the dish wench fucking the king."

Dean laughed, "You are so full of shit."

John turned back to him, "Really? How could someone like you, that hates himself so much, end up with something like that? Huh?"

Sam choked in the corner, "I wanna know why. Why'd you do it? "

John turned to Sam, "You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess? "

"Yeah."

John smiled and turned back to Dean, "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him."

He turned back to Sam, "Been shopping for rings and everything. You want to know why? Because they got in the way. "

"In the way of what? "

" My plans for you, Sammy. You... and all the children like you. "

Dean scoffed, ": Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing."

John goes back in front of him, "Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain... masks the truth. "

"Oh, yeah? What's that? "

"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you."

"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em. " Dean smiles. John stares at him and Dean screams out in pain.

"Dean!" I yell, struggling hard.

"Jennifer, I keep forgetting about you. I apologize." He turned to Dean for a second, "If you could just bare with me. I am gonna take care of her first, you know, so lightening doesn't strike me down. I will be right back."

John looked at me and I felt my insides starting to burn. I wouldn't give him the pleasure of screaming. He chuckled, and blood started to drip from my stomach and my chest.

"Jen!" Dean yelled, "You son of a bitch."

John shrugged, "Dean, I guess you could both go down together."

I looked over, Dean winced and blood began dripping from his chest. He yelled, and then I felt the pain in my ribs again, I couldn't breathe.

"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me! " Dean pleaded.

John looked between us and smiled, I could taste the blood dripping out of my mouth, I was starting to choke.

" Dad, please. "

I looked over and saw Dean pass out. I wanted to yell, to scream, but I couldn't do a damn thing.

"Dean!" Sam yells.

John whispers, "Stop. Stop it. "

The yellow flickers away, I hit the floor and everything goes black.

Sam falls to the ground and dives for the colt. John turns to him, eyes yellow once again, taunting him,

" You kill me, you kill Daddy. "

"I know. " Sam fires the colt into his dad's leg. John crumples, leg flashing. Sam crawls over to his brother,

"Dean? Dean, hey? Oh God, you've lost a lot of blood."

"Jen?" Dean looks around

"She is here." Sam glanced over at her limp body, she wasn't moving. He wasn't even sure if she was breathing.

" Where's Dad? "

"He's right here. He's right here, Dean. "

" Go check on him. "

" Dean."

" Go check on him." Dean shoves his brother.

Sam gets up and goes over to check on John. He is lying motionless on the floor. Dean pulls himself upright and drags himself over to Jen. She is laying in a pool of blood. Dean gently rolls her onto her back,

"Jen?" There is no response, he shakes her "Jen?"

She coughs and looks up, eyes unfocused, groaning in pain. Dean momentarily relaxes, "Thank god."

Sam is over by his dad, " Dad? Dad? "

John suddenly sits up, yelling, " Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son! Do it now! "

Sam aims the gun at John's chest, Dean yells, " Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it. "

John is wriggling on the ground, "You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy! "

Dean begs,"Sam, no. "

"You do this! Sammy! Sam... "

The demon smokes out of John and disappears through the floor. John looks at Sam disapprovingly, pissed. Dean flops down next to Jen, exhaling heavily. Sam rushes into action. First he helps his dad out of the cabin and into the passenger seat of the Impala. He comes back in, Dean and Jen are both conscious, staring at each other. Sam reaches down and helps Dean up,

"H-er first." Dean gurgles out.

"No." Jen coughs and struggles for her feet, slipping. Sam grabs her with his free arm and drags both of them with him. Once at the car, Sam manages to get them into the back seat. Dean leans with his back against the driver's side door. Jen laid under his arm, with her head on his lap. She was struggling to breathe evenly, Dean just kept running his fingers through her hair. Blood covered their faces and ran down their shirts.

Sam jumped into the driver's seat and took off. The car was racing up the road, every once in awhile John would wince in pain. Every bump in the road made Dean groan and Jen shiver.

Sam spoke quickly, "Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away."

" I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything. " John said angrily

Sam looked in the rearview and made eye contact with Dean, " No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon... "

The flash of headlights and the crunching of metal on metal threw everyone sideways. An eighteen wheeler t-boned the Impala from the passenger side at full speed. The Impala slide up the road, body busting, windows cracking. Everyone inside was unconscious, covered in broken glass and blood. The driver of the semi got out and his eyes flashed black.