Disclaimer: See previous chapters!

Challenge proposed by littleoldme off of TtH!

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A/N: The first part of the story ends here, but no worries as I'm going to continue it!

A/N 2: Give major thanks to PyroDeScorpio2 for basically writing the whole last two pages of the fic:)

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It was a sort of celebration in the Mosely household the next morning. The Winchesters had arrived safe and sound and though they were all dead tired, they happily ate the breakfast that Missouri had laid out for them.

"So, we find this demon, shoot it and we can move on?" Sam nodded. The gun was in the middle of the table, acting as a center piece of sorts.

"Yea, but we have no idea where this demon is," Dean said. He looked toward his dad, "Or do we?"

"I have an idea, but I think once it finds out we have the Colt, it'll come to us," John nodded.

"Someone should tell Buffy the good news," Sam said. After getting back, she grabbed a few pancakes and headed for one of the guest bedrooms; no one stopped her.

"I'll get her," Dean rose from his chair. He still wanted to bond with his sister, so he would take any initiatives he was allowed.

"Buffy?" Dean asked as he knocked on the door. He heard something in the room, and he threw the door open.

There stood Meg, holding a now unconscious Buffy in her arms. Dean quickly yelled for his dad and Sam.

"You just can't die, can you?" Dean spat when he felt his dad and brother behind him.

"What can I say, you hurt my family, I hurt yours," Meg smiled. "We want to make a trade. The girl for the gun. As much as I'd like to have a slayer on our side, the gun is more important. We've got a little place in Hutchinson, be there in three hours."

"That takes at least four," Sam argued.

"Then you should have left an hour ago, shouldn't you," Meg laughed as she jumped out the open window, Buffy's body in tow.

The three men ran for the window, but Meg or Buffy was no where in sight.

"They know she's the slayer," Dean finally spoke. "And Meg looks alive and healthy, since you know; she was thrown out a building!"

"So what are we gonna do?" Sam sighed.

The brothers looked at the dad, not enjoying the look on his face. Something told them they weren't going to like what he had to say.

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It wasn't the best plan John Winchester had come up with, but it was something. Hopefully, it wouldn't get them all killed. Neither one of his boys agreed to it, but they could think of nothing else. This plan was nothing but chance.

"So we're just going to outrun her and hope she doesn't realize that the gun is a fake when we give it to her?" Dean asked as they sped down the road in the Impala. "And then, on top of that, you want her to eventually realize that the gun is a fake and then lead her into a trap? And Buffy's just going to kill her after that?"

"We can't kill her," Sam said from the backseat.

"After everything she's done, you're telling me you don't want to kill this bitch?" Dean glared at his brother through the rearview mirror. He looked to his dad for support, but he was quiet; too quiet.

"What do you know that you're not telling me?"

"Meg is possessed Dean," his dad finally spoke. "Only thing is, if we were to exorcise her, then she'd still die from that fall in Chicago. The demon inside of her is the only thing keeping her body moving."

"Great, so no matter what we do, the real Meg is going to die?"

"Nobody said being a Winchester was fun," Sam muttered as he stared out the window.

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"Wake up, sunshine," a female voice stirred Buffy to consciousness.

As Buffy opened her eyes, she wondered if anyone had gotten the number of the truck that hit her.

"Oh, it's you," Buffy said as she eyed the truck. "I knew when you appeared in my room that you were nothing but trouble, Meg."

Meg grabbed her heart and tried to look shocked. "And after that nice conversation we had. I thought we could be friends."

"Well when the first words out of your mouth are 'Hi, I'm Meg, the girl who wants to make your family bleed,' then I kinda knew you weren't good."

"You cut me deep," Meg said as she pulled out a large knife. "Course, if your family doesn't bring me what I want soon, then I'll have to cut you."

Buffy looked at her surroundings; yep, definitely another warehouse. "What's up with you guys and your warehouses? What happened to the large, looming mansions?"

Buffy was rewarded with an uppercut that had her chair falling backward.

"Just like Dean," Meg chuckled. "I might bleed him first just to hear some of his quips.

"What do you want?" Buffy hissed as Meg placed her upright.

"Just a little trade; you for a gun we've been trying to locate," Meg shrugged.

"We?"

Meg glared at Buffy and slapped her across the face. "Don't think I can't see what you're trying to do."

'There goes that plan,' Buffy told herself. She had hoped to get as much information from Meg as possible, and there was the stalling that could be gained.

"And there they are now," Meg turned to the front of the warehouse. She could hear John pulling up. "Let's get this started."

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Dean cut the engine as soon as they found the warehouse. This definitely had to be it.

"Alright, you two know the deal," John sighed. "Come around the back way after I lead her away from Buffy."

"And what happens if she catches you before we get Buffy free?" Sam asked from the back.

"Hopefully, it won't come to that," John answered as he got out of the car.

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Buffy was hoping it wasn't them; she even wished it was just more friends of Meg coming to see the defeat of the slayer, but she was wrong. Her dad did come for her. After the progress they had made, Buffy didn't want him to come; she wanted him to live.

"I was hoping you would show up," Meg smiled.

"You knew I would," John glared. He looked toward Buffy and offered a small smile.

"Yes, you humans go have that weakness, don't you," she said as he held out her hand. "The Colt, please."

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All Buffy could do was glare at her brothers as they untied her chair and stood her up. "I can't believe you let him do that."

"It was his plan, Buffy," Dean defended. "You may not like it, but it worked."

Buffy turned to Sam, hoping that he sided with her. He wouldn't look at her, so she turned in the direction Meg ran off at their father and chased after them; her brothers right behind her.

"I don't get what the plan is," Buffy said as she slowed down a little for her brothers to catch up.

"He's leading her into a trap," Sam finally spoke.

"One that doesn't appear to be working," Buffy snapped as they saw Meg standing over their dad, clutching his side.

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"Did you really think I wouldn't see this?" Meg laughed as she held the gun in front of John's face. "This can't kill me; it's not the Colt, but I'm sure it would do a number on you."

She raised the gun, but never got the chance to pull the trigger as she was tackled by a blonde blur. He thought it was Dean, but when John looked to see who Meg was really struggling with, he was surprised.

Buffy dove to save him…

"You alright?" Dean asked as he held his hand out.

John took Dean's hand and lifted himself off the ground. "Better late than never."

"You guys were saying something about a trap?" Buffy yelled as she ducked Meg's fist and did an uppercut putting her on her back.

"It's not really a trap when I know what it is," Meg laughed as she pointed to an open room a few feet away. "You're not getting me to that circle."

"Wanna bet?" asked Buffy as she kicked her.

Buffy's hard kick landed on Meg's gut, making her fly in the air. Skidding against the ground, cuts marred Meg's skin. She looked up at Buffy, a nasty piece of glass had cut her brow but now it was magically disappearing.

"That hurt!"

Meg did a push up motion, getting to her feet she easily blocked another attempt to get her in the circle. She grabbed Buffy's arm, twisted, and grinned when the satisfying crack resounded in the small area.

"Ah, music to my ears, baby."

"Here's mine," said Buffy through pain clenched teeth as she bent forward. Curling her leg she brought her heel up to connect with Meg's head. Her grip loosened and Meg faltered slightly.

"You're starting to get on my last nerve little girl."

Buffy got the air knocked out of her as Meg kicked her full on the chest. Buffy skidded right into the circle. Getting up, Buffy moved forward then frowned when not being able to move. Seeing the confused look on the girl, Meg doubled over in laughter.

"Caught in your own trap. Don't suppose you remember the whole demon Slayer thing."

"Crap!" Buffy pounded against the invisible force. "Dean! Sam!"

Meg turned on the brothers.

"I almost forgot about you." She frowned when not seeing John. "Aww, Daddy leave you again? It's becoming a habit."

"Well, we never see yours around," commented Dean. "So bite me."

"Hmm... Maybe later."

Sam and Dean both raised their guns at the same time and Meg dodged to the side. Shot after shot but she was one step ahead. Sam was the first one out of ammo and Meg eagerly grabbed him and used him as a shield.

"LET HIM GO," bellowed Dean, gun raised, but finger not on the trigger.

"Hmm, sorry. I've got my bargaining chip. Hey Sam... Miss me baby?"

"Go to hell," said Sam through gritted teeth as he fought her.

"Heh, you first," she tossed Sam forward, right into Dean. Both boys were down and she turned to go back to Buffy but stopped as a gun clicked behind her. She turned, eyes almost twinkling as she glanced at the older Winchester.

"The real one, I take it."

John grinned and Meg took evasive action. No way in hell was she dying. She used all her strength and wrestled the gun free from John's hand as a shot rang out. Meg grinned as she pulled the trigger again, however, she was shot by some rock salt behind her and it jarred her forward, knocking her and the elder Winchester to the ground, the gun sliding into a pile of junk.

Meg scrambled but John grabbed her by the ankle, she kicked him square in the face but as he fell back Dean and Sam rushed forward, each took an arm and lifted her up in the air. She kicked, but it wasn't enough as they tossed her into the circle. She yelled as her power drained and after she landed a smug little blonde girl was leaning over her.

"Say goodnight, Bitch."

Buffy punched Meg in the face then reeled her hand back.

"Ow, ow, ow, no powers here guys. Ow, ow, ow."

Dean chuckled.

"Y'know, one of those in her room would keep her in at night."

"Dean Winchester, don't you even think about it," said Buffy. "Now get me out of here!"

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The End… For Now!