--O.K. Here we go. Chapter 6--

6

"It's okay Dean," Sam soothed. "I'm gonna get you out of here."

"Oh Sammy I don't think so."

Sam looked up quickly. A young woman with short brown hair stood in the doorway.

Dean breathed in sharply, recognizing the voice. Dean turned his head to look at her. Her black, soulless eyes gleamed in the moonlight. Her black shirt was tinted red with his blood. And her smile, her smile could've made Charles Manson's blood run cold.

"Who are you?" Sam asked. He carefully moved Dean off of him, laid him on the floor, and stood . Dean opened his mouth to speak, but no words could escape his lips.

"An old friend." She said.

"Do you have a name?" Sam said, gripping the gun in his hand.

"You already know it. We are pretty close Sam."

"Really?" Sam said, his blood boiling with rage.

"Yeah. We're so close we've even shared the same body." She said evenly.

"Meg." Sam said the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. "You bitch."

"Yeah," Meg nodded. "I am." At those words Sam flew against the wall, pinned. Meg walked over to Dean and bent down next to him. Dean tried to scoot away from her. He was shaking violently and his breath hitched at every inhale.

"See Dean. I told you. Your brother can't save you. Only one Winchester's walking out of here tonight. And baby it ain't you." She traced her finger around his lips.

"Get away from him bitch!" Sam yelled. Meg stood and walked toward Sam.

"Now Sam, that's not very nice. Remember you don't call the shots here. Now," She said, smiling again. "You are gonna stay up here and look pretty while I gut your big brother."

"NO!" Sam bellowed. "Take me. Kill me." Meg shook her head and made a ticking sound.

"Tisk tisk Sammy. And after Dean sold his soul for you you're willing to die for him when he's gonna die in a couple months any way? Shame on you." She pulled out a large Bowie knife already caked in blood.

"I'm gonna send you straight to hell." Sam said bitterly. Meg turned around and walked back to Dean. "Dean!" Sam yelled.

Dean watched the metal knife glint in the dim light. Meg smiled coldly at him. Dean turned his head and looked at Sam.

"Sammy." He whispered.

"See you in Hell Dean!" Meg shrieked.

"No Dean!" Sam yelled. Meg raised the knife in the air, ready to plunge it into Dean's chest. Dean shut his eyes waiting for the end...

BLAM! A gunshot blasted through the room. Dean opened his eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you." Bobby said, brandishing the Colt at Meg. Meg stood.

"I was afraid of this." She said. "But I came prepared. Chris!" She yelled. No answer.

"Oh Chris is it?" Bobby asked. "He decided to take a vacation somewhere a little warmer."

"You bas-" She stopped herself. She turned around and grinned at Sam. "I'll see you around Sammy." She said. She turned to Dean. "I'll be back for you."

"Bobby shoot her!" Sam yelled. But it was too late. Black smoke poured from the girl's mouth as Meg left her body. Sam fell off the wall. Bobby ran to the girl and placed two fingers on her neck.

"She's gone." He said. Dean coughed hard. Sam ran to his side and lifted his head up.

"Dean are you okay?" Sam asked. Dean shut his eyes slowly and shook his head. Sam looked at Bobby. "Can you help me get him out of here?" Bobby nodded. Carefully, Sam pulled Dean up and put his arm around his shoulders, Bobby did the same. As quickly as they could, they half-dragged, half-carried Dean out of the warehouse.

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