Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
The next couple minutes after Dean hung up with Meg were a complete blur.
You're never going to see your father again.
God! Why couldn't I get those words out of my head? Oh maybe because that bitch is threatening to kill my father. If I get my hands on her, the things I will do.
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready! We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now." I heard Dean say. I got up from my bed and started to pack my bag. Sam grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.
"I didn't mean it." He said looking at me apologetically.
I nodded. "I know. You were just worked up." I brushed past him to grab my jacket that was hanging off a chair.
Dean sped down the road with no destination in mind. All he knew was that we needed to get out of Salvation. Sam sulked in the passenger seat because Dean wouldn't let us stay and take the demon head on. I had a feeling that they would have an on going fight about this until we found Dad or the demon, or both.
"I'm telling you, Dean, we could've taken him." I rolled my eyes from the backseat at Sam.
"No Sam, we couldn't. Were not prepared." I said looking at the scenery fly by.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we've just got to figure out where. They'll want to trade him for the gun." Dean said ignoring the both of us.
I shook my head. "No I don't think so. Meg would have mentioned it." I leaned up between the two of them. "I hate to think the worst but…"
"No!" Dean interrupted.
"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." Sam said.
Dean looked quickly between Sam and me. "You're thinking it too. You two are more alike then you want to believe." He said in disgust. "And screw the job Sam."
"I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam said. I saw Dean's jaw clench.
"Stop! Would you quit talking about him like he's dead already? Listen to me! Everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything!" Sam and I nodded in response.
"You both know that were going to need help." I said looking between the two of them.
"Yeah." Dean said, pushing harder on the accelerator.
We arrived at Bobby's in the morning. It looked about the same from the last time I saw it. The house was a bit run down and was surrounded by car parts that were scattered in the yard. Bobby's dog Rumfield was laying on an old blue pick up. I patted the dog's head quickly as we passed him. Bobby welcomed us with open arms and was more then willing to help us out. Sam immediately found a desk and started to look through different books. I decided to join him while Dean talked with Bobby. I looked around the desk. There was no extra chair and not enough room to stand behind Sam. So I did what any pain in the ass little sister would do, I sat down on his lap.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked when I climbed over him to sit.
"Looking at the book." I stated turning the page. Sam exhaled but didn't push me away. This book was like nothing I had ever seen. Sam and I looked at the different protective circles in complete awe.
"Bobby this book is amazing." I said when Dean and Bobby re-entered the room.
"The Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, all right." Bobby said all knowingly, walking over to look at it.
Sam flipped a few pages back. "And these protective circles—they really work?" He asked pointing to one in particular.
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in one; they're trapped—powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel." I laughed at Bobby's example.
"The man knows his stuff." Dean said sucking up.
"That's why I suggested we come here." I mumbled pulling out another book to look at. Sam shifted a little under me. My guess was that his leg was beginning to fall asleep. I smirked when he moved some more.
"Ok you need to get off." Sam pushed me off him and stood up to walk around the desk.
"I'll tell you something else, too—this is some serious crap you kids stepped in." I looked up from the book.
"Why would you say something like that?" I asked.
Bobby looked between the three of us. "Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops."
I hand a pretty good idea where he was going with this. "How many this year?"
"I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us—a lot more."
I ran a hand down my face leaning back a little.
"Do you know why?" Sam asked sitting on the edge of the desk. Bobby looked a little uneasy about telling us the answer.
"No, but I know it's something big. A storm's coming. And you kids, your daddy—you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby explained.
"Of course we are." I grumbled sarcastically. From outside I could hear Rumsfield bark hysterically.
"Something's wrong." Bobby said frantically, looking out the window. The front door was kicked open. We ran to it, to see Meg standing there.
"Most people usually wait to be invited in." I said glowering at her.
"No more crap!" She yelled throwing me into the nearby wall. I groan, sitting up a little to see Dean fly into the other wall. He stayed down much longer then I was comfortable with.
"I want the Colt, Sam—the real Colt. Right now." Meg demanded.
"You didn't even say please." I said standing up. Sam stepped in front of me before Meg could do anything to me.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam lied. Meg saw right threw it.
"Didn't I say, No more crap? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you; I'm a little under whelmed." Meg walked further into the house. The farther Meg walked the more we back away from her.
"Maybe you shouldn't believe everything you hear." I gave a half shrug. Sam nudged me in the ribs, telling me to stay quiet.
"First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Meg continues.
"Actually we were counting on it." Dean said from behind her. She turned to look at him. He looked up, as did she. We had her trapped in one of those protective circles that Sam and I were looking at earlier. We quickly grabbed a chair and tied her to it.
"Watch her." Dean instructed to me as he went to talk to Bobby with Sam.
"Your pretty just like your mother." Meg taunted me. I ignored her, crossing my arms over my chest. "Daddy doesn't love you." She sang with a smirk dancing across her smug face. She was playing right into my fears. I hate that demons can do that.
"If I were you I would shut the hell up." I sneered.
"What? No sarcastic come back." Meg said. "Oh wait I get it. I'm getting into your head." She laughed a little. I gritted my teeth about ready to lung at her. Dean caught my arm and pulled me behind him and Sam.
"Where's our father Meg?" Dean asked.
"You didn't ask very nice." Meg said with a fake sweetness. I was getting a little fed up with her.
"Where's our father bitch." Dean asked again.
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot. You don't." I could almost see the anger radiating off Dean. He was about to lose control at any second. Dean leaned in within inches of Meg's face.
"Hey, you think this is a friggin game? Where is he? What did you do to him?" Dean yells at her.
"He died screaming. I killed him myself." My stomach tightened into millions of little knots. Meg threw all of us a wicked smile. Dean is seething with at this point. I let out a yelp when he backhanded Meg across the face. Dean had always been against hitting girls. That's where he drew the line. "That's kind of a turn on—you hitting a girl." Meg teases.
"Your no girl." Dean hissed at her.
"Dean." Bobby called out bringing Dean's attention back to us. He walked over to us.
"She's lying. He's not dead." Dean said mostly to himself then to anyone else.
"You got to be careful with her. You don't want to hurt her." Bobby said throwing a quick glance at Meg. I notice that she is shaking in her chair.
"Why?" Dean asked. All he wanted to do was get the information that he wanted to hear then kill her.
"Because she really is a girl, that's why. She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" Sam and Dean both look back at Meg who is still shaking.
"You're trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked looking once more at Meg then to me. His expression softened slightly when he looked at me. I could almost read his mind. That could be me.
"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Bobby confirmed.
"That's actually good news." Sam and I agree. "Go get Dad's journal." Dean ordered to me.
I went out to the Impala and grabbed Dad's journal from the glove department. I started to flip to the pages where Dad wrote some passages in Latin. I handed the journal to Sam when I re-entered the house. All three guys were glowering down at Meg, which was making me a little uneasy.
"Are you going to read me a story?" Meg asked playing cute. I leaned against the nearby wall watching the scene unfold in front of me. I unknowingly started to translate the Latin words in my head that Sam spilled out. I watched as Meg started to tremble in pain. If I didn't know any better I would almost feel bad for her, almost.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his kids one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Meg cried out through clenched teeth. Sam and I exchanged a nervous glance then looked to Dean who was within inches of Meg's face.
"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." I cringed slightly at his tone. Dean never used a tone like that, never. He had so many emotions running through him. I gestured to Sam to keep reading. I wanted to get this over with ASAP. Suddenly the pages of the book I left open earlier started to turn on their own. There was no breeze in the house. Sam hesitated before continuing to read. Meg continues to suffer. She screams again, shaking uncontrollably. I took this as an opportunity.
"Where is he Meg?" I asked her from my position from the wall. I slowly walk up to her.
"You Winchesters just won't take dead for an answer, will you?"
I kneel down to her level. "Where is he?" I say raising my voice.
"Dead!" She screams back in my face.
"No, he's not! He's not dead, he can't be!" Dean screams, throwing me completely off guard. Sam and I stare at him, confused. "What are you two looking at? Keep reading."
Sam sighed but kept reading. Meg's chair started to move across the room, her screams sending the lights into flickers.
"He will be!" She screams.
"Stop! What?" Sam stops reading and looked expectantly at Meg.
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." Meg is visibly sweaty at this point.
"She could be lying." I said, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me.
"I could be." Meg said.
"Sam keep reading." I tell him.
"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City." I'm satisfied with this answer but Dean isn't.
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" He asks/demands.
"And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?" Sam asks her.
"I don't know, I swear! That's everything. That's all I know." Meg is completely exhausted at this point. Tears streak her face and her breathing is heavy.
"Finish it." Dean orders Sam. Shocked expressions plays across, Sam, Bobby, and Meg's face.
"But we can still use her, to find out where the demon is." Sam protested.
"Sam get off it. Finding the goddamn demon isn't important right now. What's important is finding Dad. Now we already got that that information so finish it." I replied to Sam's protest. Sam looked to Dean for some sort of answer.
"Finish it." Dean said with more force.
Bobby walked over to us. "You guys are going to kill her."
"What?" Dean asked, confused.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die." Bobby explained.
"Ok everyone listen to me. I know if I was possessed by some demon I would want it out of me." I said, making everyone stop and think.
"Reason enough for me." Dean said, taking my side. Sam reluctantly began to finish the exorcism. As Sam starts to get to the end of the reading, Meg's eyes turn to black. A moment later, she tilts her head up to the ceiling and lets out a long, loud scream. An enormous cloud of black smoke erupts from her mouth. All of us watch in awe. Dean protectively steps in front of me. When the demon has left her body, Meg's head falls forward. She is motionless and appears to be dead. A string of blood and saliva drips from her mouth. Suddenly, she begins to lift her head up slowly. Blood is running from her nose and mouth. I automatically run over to her and start to untie her from the chair.
"Help me get her down." I call from over my shoulder.
"Thank you." Meg whispers weakly.
"Hey, take it easy." The three of us gently place her on the floor while Bobby went to call 911 and to get some blanket and water. Meg explained to us how she had been possessed for a year and how she was awake for some of it. I couldn't imagine not having any control over your own body.
"Was it telling the truth about our dad?" Dean asked.
"Dean." I warn.
"We need to know." He replied.
"Yes. But it wants you to know…. that they want you to come for him." Bobby comes back with some water and blankets. I lift Meg's head up slightly to help get a better angle to drink.
"Where's the demon we're looking for?" Sam asks. I clench my fists, trying not blow. Sam's head was still at finding that demon. All Dean and I wanted to do was find Dad safe and sound.
"Not there but there are awful ones. Lots of them." Meg answers weakly. I wipe some sweat off her brows with the cuffs of my sleeves.
"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asks.
"By the r-river. Sunrise."
"All right guys. Enough with the questions. It's taking too much out of her." I scold my brothers. I look back down at Meg to find her lying there motionless. Tears start to swell in my eyes. This girl had literally just died in our arms.
"You kids better get out of here before the paramedics get here." Bobby stammered, looking down at Meg. We all stand up. I wiped Meg's blood off on my shirt. This was one of my rattier shirts anyways.
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder.
"Contrary to what you may believe, us Winchesters didn't invent lying to the cops." I reply sarcastically.
"Funny." Dean says dryly.
"Here take this. You might need it." Bobby hands Sam the book we were looking at earlier. We all thanked Bobby and hit the road.
Once we got to Jefferson City, Dean found a place to park by the river. He popped open the trunk and on instinct I grabbed my gun and started to get it ready.
"You two have been quiet." Sam states looking at the book that Bobby had given us.
"Just getting ready." Dean mumbles in a barely audibly tone.
"He's gonna be fine." Sam says confidently. When Dean says nothing, I peer over my gun to better the judge the mood. I watch carefully and a little confused as Sam wipes some dust off the trunk and begins to draw a diagram. I walk around the car to see what he was drawing. I smirk when Dean looks up his gun.
"Dude, what are you drawing on my car?"
"It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it." Sam answers completely consumed in his drawing.
"What's the point? We don't have anything important in the trunk. Well nothing that we can't replace." I ask placing my gun in the waistband of my jeans.
"To protect the colt." Sam looked up from his second drawing. Dean and I look at each other.
"Were taking the colt with us." Dean said.
Sam shakes his head disagreeing. "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."
"Oh here we go." I grumble leaning against the Impala.
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get." Dean yells.
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam argues back. I looked at Sam completely stunned.
"Sam, since when do you care what Dad wants? You spent your entire life doing the opposite of what he wanted. So why now? Are you feeling guilty?" I taunted him. Sam glared at me. I waited for him to respond.
"We want to kill this demon. You guys used to want that, too! Hell, you're the ones who came and got me at school! You're the ones who dragged me back into this! I'm just trying to finish it!" Sam yelled at Dean and me.
Dean and I take a minute to regain our composure after Sam's outburst.
"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? Aidan and I going to be the ones to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge." Dean's says through clenched teeth.
"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 cannot bring that gun. We can't." Sam is almost pleading with Dean.
"Sam's right." I agree. Dean looks at me and sighs.
"Fine." He shows us both the gun and throws it into the trunk.
We walked to some trees that sat just off the river in silence. The tension between the three of us was driving me crazy. I said it before but I will say it again. I hated when there was tension between us.
"Hey I think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." Dean said, staring off. I followed his gaze to an apartment building.
"Sunrise Apartments. Son of a bitch. Those demons are some smarty pants." Sam and Dean gave me a weird look. I shrugged at their response.
"If these demons can possess people, they can possess almost anybody inside." Dean continues. I watch people enter and exit the building.
"And they can attack us." Sam added.
"It's going to a bitch trying to find the people who are possessed. It's not like we can go in both guns blazing killing everyone is sight." I put a hand over my gun, mentally counting how many bullets I had.
"So we get everyone out of the building." Dean said as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do.
"Have any ideas?" I asked giving him a sideways glance.
"Yup." Dean stood up. Sam and I followed. "Sam will pull the fire alarm. The city will respond in seven minutes. When the fire department gets here Aidan will distract the firemen while Sam and I borrow some uniforms. He and I will go in find Dad."
"What am I suppose to do when you guys go in?" I asked, pouting slightly that I couldn't go in.
"Lookout." Dean answered simply. I nodded, agreeing with him. What a good little solider I was.
After Sam pulled the alarm I waited for the fire department. People came flying out of the building with a mixture of panic and confusion. Everyone huddled about ten feet away from the building. I heard random whispers of,
Did you smell smoke because I didn't?
Was there a gas leak or something?
No don't worry people; there is just a demon or two keeping my father hostage. There is nothing to worry about. I waited for the perfect opportunity to make my move. I finally saw it and pounced.
"What's going on?" I asked invading a fireman's personal space. He tried to move around me but I grabbed on to him. "I need to know. You see I have a kitten and she's my only friend. Is there a fire?" I asked panicked.
"Miss you need to get back. Were still trying to figure out what's going on." He answered, pushing me back slightly. I knew that Sam and Dean were successful on their part so I back off the fireman and joined the crowd. I watched in anticipation as they entered the building unnoticed.
"This so nerve wrecking." An elderly woman said to me.
I looked down at her and frowned slightly. "You're telling me."
Just to be safe I study the group of people I was standing with. I used my keen sense of observation that was imbedded into me at an early age. I noticed a tall black man's eyes go black suddenly. He walked almost like a zombie toward the building. This wasn't good. I looked around; no one else seemed to notice. They were all too worried about what was going on in the building. Another fireman becomes possessed. They both enter the building. I separate myself from the crowd to call Dean.
"Hey we got Dad. Were on are way out." Dean answered.
"No you can't. Two demons are on there way in."
"Why didn't you stop them?" I could hear the panic in Dean's voice.
"Uh yeah. Two powerhouse demons, against me. Seems fair." The dial tone in my ear, told something was wrong. That the demon's had gotten to them. I shoved my phone back in my pocket, trying to form a plan. I contemplated running back to the Impala to grab the colt but ultimately decided against it. From the side of my eye I saw a window open. I ran over to it and saw Dean trying to help Dad through it. I helped him get Dad down then waited for Dean and Sam to come through. The four of us started to walk back to the car. I helped Dean carry Dad while Sam walked in front of us. Suddenly Sam in knocked to the ground by another demon. I could recognize those black eyes anywhere's now. He punched Sam over and over. Dean handed Dad off to me. I struggled to support his weight. Dean kicked the demon without much success. He ended up sending Dean flying into a windshield of a parked car. A gunshot makes me jump slightly. I see that the demon is lying dead on the ground and that Dean is holding the colt. Dean runs over to Sam and picks him off the ground.
"Come on we need to get out of here." He instructs as we continue our way to the car.
We drove for miles until we found a rundown building to hide out at. We let Dad rest in one of the empty rooms with a bed. I helped Sam line the window and doors with salt. Dean sat on a bed with a sad expression on his face.
"How is he?" Sam asked finishing the last window. His face was badly bruised and swollen. That demon had done some serious damage.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you?" Dean looked up at Sam.
Sam shrugged. "I'll survive. Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"
"I don't think so. We really found a place out in the boonies." I said trying to calm Sam's fears.
"Yeah. Hey, uh…. Dean, you, um…. you saved my life back there." Sam stammered uncomfortably. I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
Dean smirked slightly. "So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?"
Sam slumped his shoulders at the response. "Man, I'm trying to thank you here."
"Your welcome." Dean replied after a pause. We were all silent for a moment. We all got lost in our own thoughts. "Hey guys." Dean called out softly.
"Yeah." Sam and I answered.
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean looked down sadly at his hands. I sat down next to him.
"You didn't really have a choice." Sam said. I place a comforting hand on Dean's back.
"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me." I frowned slightly at him.
"What is it then?" I asked, slightly worried about his answer.
He sighed leaning back in my hand. "Killing that guy, killing Meg—I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you two or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it just…. it scares me sometimes."
I looped my arm threw Dean's and laid my head on his shoulder. "We appreciate it though." I said trying to make light of the situation. Although I meant what I said.
"I know." Dean laid his head on top of mine.
"It shouldn't. You did good." The sound of Dad's voice made us jump up.
"Your not mad?" Dean asked.
"For what?"
"For 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 and I share a confused looked.
"Thanks." All of a sudden the lights begin to flicker and the wind begins to blow. We all moved to the window.
"It found us. It's here." I could sense the oddness in Dad's voice. "Sam salt the windows and doors."
"We already did that." I said.
"Double check." Dad orders. Sam and I move out of the room to double check all the salt lines we drew.
Sam and I walked back into the room to see Dean pointing the colt at Dad.
"Dean what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, taking the words out of my head. I was to shocked to say anything.
"Your brother has lost his mind." Dad answers.
"He's not Dad." Dean said not moving the gun.
"What?" Sam asked looking between Dad and Dean.
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." I can see Dean's hand shaking slightly.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy." Dad pleads.
"How do you know Dean?" Sam asks before he makes any moves.
"He's different." Dean answers vaguely.
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me." Sam again looks between Dad and Dean.
"No." Sam walked over to Dean's side.
Dad turned to me. "Aidan Rose, my baby girl. Tell your brother to give me the gun." I felt my breath get caught in my throat. I knew something was off with Dad but I still found myself at a crossroads, stuck between my brother who would do anything in the world for me and my father. I remembered the promise Dean and I had made to each other when Sam left for college.
"I'm sorry." I whispered walking over to Dean.
"Fine if you're all so sure. Then kill me." Dad began to cry. He hangs his head in sadness. Dean, near tears, lowers the gun. "I thought so." He looks up. Possessed by the demon, Dad's eyes are a fiery yellow. Suddenly, Sam, Dean and I get pinned against the walls of the room by an invisible force. We can barely move. Dad walks over to the Colt and picks it up off the floor.
"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 hisses in pain.
"You found me." Dad or the demon, whoever shrugs carelessly.
"But the holy water?" Sam asked confused.
The demon laughs slightly. "You think something like that works on something like me?"
"I'm going to kill you." Sam threatens.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." He places the gun on the table. "Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy" The demon teases Sam. Sam struggles but is unable to do anything.
"Stop. What do you want with us anyways?" I cried out. The demon walks over to me.
"Oh Aidan. I thought you and me already went over this. My plans for Sammy, don't you remember?"
"Just leave us alone." I said on the verge of tears.
"Sure, just for you baby girl." The demon enunciates my dad's nickname for me. He's being sarcastic. "Well, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this is worth the wait. Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's going to tear you apart. He's going to taste the iron in your blood."
"So today's the day huh? The day you kill us all to get to Sam." I say, my voice dangerously low.
"Maybe." The demon shrugs.
"Let him go." Dean finally speaks.
"You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." He stops and moves closer to Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Meg was your daughter?" I asked suddenly feeling sick.
"Yeah. The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?"
"No fricken way." I mumble.
"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" He smiles wickedly and turns to Dean. "Oh wait I did."
"I want to know why?" Sam asks. The demon turns and walks up to him.
"They got in the way." The demon states as if it's nothing.
"Of what?" Sam asks.
The demon sighs dramatically. "My plans for you, Sammy—you…. and all the children like you."
"Listen…. you mind just getting this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologue." I cringe at Dean's sarcastic tone.
"Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth." The demon is right up in Dean's face.
"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. Aidan-she's little miss independent. She can go on her own way at anytime and be just fine."
"You leave him alone. You hear me." I yell. The demon walks back over to me.
"It's really going to hurt me to kill you, you know that?" The demon traces a finger down my face. "You're such a pretty little thing. And this fight isn't even your fight. All Daddy had to do was keep it in his pants and you wouldn't even be here. You're just a little mistake of a random one-night stand with some hooker. I'll repeat myself. Daddy doesn't love you Aidan. Your just his responsibility." He whispered the last part in my ear. Tears well up in my eyes.
"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted them." Dean said, trying to get the demon away from me. The demon says nothing. He just takes a step back and lowers his head. When he lifts it back up, Dean starts to bleed from the chest. He starts to scream in agony.
"Dean!" Sam and I cry out at the same time. I begin to struggle to get away from the wall. Blood starts to drip from his mouth
"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" Dean pleads. The bleeding only starts to get heavier.
"Stop it! Dean! Leave him alone." I'm full on crying at this point. Trying my hardest to release myself from this force. The bleeding finally stops and Dean become unconscious.
"Dean!" I scream. Dad finally returns to semi-normal and the force is released from us. Sam runs over to the table to grab the colt. I rush over to Dean to catch him before he collapses to the floor. I lay him gently to the floor, resting his head on my legs, which are tucked under me. His blood soaking through my jeans and T-shirt. Sam points the colt at Dad.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy." He taunts.
"I know." Sam shots Dad in the leg, and he falls to the floor, unconscious. Sam rushes over to Dean and me.
"Dean? Hey. Oh, God. You lost a lot of blood." Sam said, silently checking him over.
"Where's Dad?" Dean asks weakly.
"He's right here." Sam answers, still hovering over Dean.
"Go check on him." Sam rushes over to Dad to make sure he is all right per Dean's request.
"Dad?" Sam shakes Dad lightly.
Dad wakes up with a jolt. "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!" Sam hesitantly raises the gun and cocks it.
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean cries. I shush him, running a gentle hand down the side of his face. My own tears running down my face.
"Sam do it!" Dad orders.
"Sam no." Dean cries out again.
"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!" Sam is clearly struggling with this decision. "Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
"Sam, please don't do it." I plead with him, feeling Dean shake with pain.
"You do this! Sammy! Sam…" Unexpectedly the demon erupts from Dad's mouth in a cloud of black smoke. When the demon has left his body, the smoke disappears through the floorboards of the room. Dad looks at Sam sadly, breathing heavily. All of us Winchesters are in tears at this point. Without a word Sam and I help Dean and Dad to the car. We had to get them to the hospital. We load Dad in the passenger seat. I sat in the back with Dean, resting against me. Sam sped off in the direction of the hospital.
"Just hold on, all right? Hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam tries to reassure everyone.
"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." Dad holds his leg in pain. Sam looks through the rear view mirror at Dean and me.
"No sir not everything. Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, all right, I mean, we already found the demon once."
From the corner of my eye I see highlights heading straight toward us. Before I could scream I feel the crash that sent the Impala skidding off the road.
A/N: I had a hell of a time writing this chapter. Finally I finished it. Next chapter will be In My Time of Dying, which I have been dying to write. Get it? Dying? No? Well review anyways!