Hi

Sorry for the delay but I had so much trouble trying to get this to run with canon ideas that I almost gave up. Any mistakes and I'm claiming AU! On the plus side I have three chapters written so the posting should pick up again! They are all short but hopefully sweet with it!

Mary xx

Dean opened his phone, finding the number that his brother had left him with. He called it and put his eyes back on the road.

The call connected and Sam's voice sounded in his ear. "Hey. What's up?"

"Where are you?," Dean asked, tension bleeding into his voice.

"About an hour out from Bobby's. Why? What's up?" Sam was already checking the road for a place to turn even as his brother asked.

"I need you back here. Now."

Pulling onto the shoulder Sam checked again and swung the car back in the direction that he'd just come from. "I'm on my way." He put his foot to the floor.

Dean shut the phone and then opened it again. Called the next number on his list.

"Singer," Bobby's gruff voice barked into his ear.

"It's Dean. Listen Bobby, I think I've got trouble. Can you do something for me?"

"Just name it kid."

"I need you to trace a couple of cells for me."

"Give me the numbers."

Dean gave the information to the elder hunter that Bobby would need and drove while he waited for an answer.

"One's at Anderson Avenue in Cicero and the other's at, wait for it; Dean Street."

"Bitch has a sense of humour, I'll give her that," Dean snorted.

"Which bitch are we talking about here?," Bobby queried.

"Meg."

"Meg?" The elder hunter was already moving, knowing that he would get there too late to help but knowing that he needed to get there. "How the hell did she find you?"

"She was either watching your place or she followed Sam."

"Shit! Where is Sam? He with you or are you on your own there?"

"Don't worry. Sam had left but I called him. He's on his way back."

"How long 'til he gets to you?"

"He's been gone about six/seven hours so the same back maybe."

"Dean you wait for him. Do you hear me?"

"Can't. Lisa and Ben aren't answering their phones. She's got them Bobby. I know she has."

"The other cell the kid's?" Bobby was picking up his car keys as he spoke.

"Yeah. I don't suppose that you've got anyone here that could get him?"

"There's Rufus?," Bobby offered.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Shit. Yeah. I'll call him. Thanks Bobby."

Rufus answered on the second ring. "Yeah, what do you want?," he greeted roughly.

"Changed my mind. That help you offered. I need it."

The house was in darkness as Dean pulled up to it, pulling the car to a halt on the street so that he could see inside. He could see movement inside and that relaxed him a little, making him more sure that Lisa was with her phone and here at least. He sat in the vehicle until his phone rang.

"Kid's safe."

"Take him to the bar and wait for me there."

"You need help where you are?"

"Nope. I got this. Just watch Ben for me. Rufus? Thanks."

"Least I could do. You be careful now."

"Always. Later." He closed the phone, took a deep calming breath and pushed open the car door, circling to the trunk. Dean had made a detour and a pit stop on the way back from the bar, his need to get here overridden by his need to have something other than spit to throw at whatever might be waiting for him inside. Ruby's knife glinted in the streetlight as he pulled it out and walked down the path to the front door. He carried his weapon's duffle in his other hand.

Dropping the duffle outside he went in and almost fell over the body that was lying in the hallway. The shadows there had hid it from him until his boot caught its side and had him hopping into the wall to avoid standing on it. Whispering a silent 'please no' to himself he hunkered down and pulled back the black hair, letting out the breath he didn't know that he'd been holding when it wasn't Lisa. Dead girl but not his girl dead.

"Hey Dean-o." The voice brought him up and back against the wall instantly, head turning to seek the source, heart thumping when he realised whose voice it was the demon was speaking in. "Come on inside and join the party honey. We've been waiting on you."

He tucked the knife in his hand back into the waistband of his jeans, knowing that he couldn't use it. Reaching inside his jacket he grabbed the flask of holy water instead and loosened the top. Then he stepped into view.

The living room was in disarray. Furniture was over turned and the lamps that would normally be on to welcome him home lay smashed and broken on the floor.

She was sitting on the couch, legs tucked under her in a pose so familiar that he hesitated. Hope that he was wrong warred with the knowledge he was right. She called him Dean-o though and there was only one thing on this planet that called him that. The thing that was wearing Lisa. "Meg."

The smile on the face was all wrong. Lisa's pretty features were contorted by the evil that was riding inside her skin. "Hey baby. Long time no see. How have you been?"

"What do you want bitch?"

"You always speak to your woman like that?" She lifted a hand and slammed him into the wall, the flask falling from his hand as he hit it hard. "You know, that mean mouth of yours is really going to get you into trouble one of these days." Pushing herself off the couch she walked over and worked her hands round the back of his neck, forcing his head off the wall and down to face her. "Welcome home. I think dinner's going to be a little late. Something the cook ate I think." Meg brushed Lisa's hand up and through his hair and he fought not to lean into the touch. "She's so nice Dean that I feel kind of sick from it but she screams really, really well. Is that what you like about her too Dean?" She forced him into a kiss. "That she's a screamer?" A finger trailed down his cheek. "She begs nicely too. Cries nicely. Bet she does everything nicely." The laugh when it came was wrong too.

"Where's Ben?" Dean already knew that Ben was safe, he just couldn't afford to let Meg find out. Not asking would have tipped his hand but even still he swallowed hard as Meg's delight danced in Lisa's eyes because Lisa wouldn't know that her son wasn't in danger anymore and he had no way to tell her.

"Ah, I knew the mention of begging and crying would lead you to the little son or should that be substitute brother? He's fine for now, my boys took him some place," she paused and smiled that smile again, "nice."

Reaching down and behind him she pulled his gun and the knife from their resting places. "Oh look," she said, turning the knife in her hands. "Bobby's favourite toy." Throwing the gun onto the chair she took the knife and ran it up Lisa's arm, not slicing the skin but hard enough to leave a red welt on it. "I could gut your girl right here and make you watch. Give one good reason why I shouldn't?"

Dean smiled coldly. "You want the rings and I've got them."

Pretend shock crossed the features of the face in front of him. "What? No denials? No 'I have no idea what you're talking about'?"

The knife waved inches from his nose. He ignored it, grinned at her. "Let her go and you can have them."

"Really? Just like that?" She reached up, gripped his hair tightly and yanked his head down. "Do I look stupid….well maybe in the present get up…..I need the incantation too, right? You gonna just give me that?"

Dean grimaced. "No that, that you're gonna have to come and get."

"I intend to. It'll be my pleasure." She stepped back and shoved the knife up inside his t-shirt catching the neck on the ridges of the blade and yanking it down, splitting the material in one swift movement.

"If you wanted me naked you just had to ask," he smirked at her.

"We might get to that later, I only need this for the time being." She ran her hands slowly over his chest and then stepped back. He felt himself be pulled off the wall, still unable to move under his own steam. Meg rounded him and pulled his jacket off, searching the pockets and then throwing it on the couch. "Now I heard that you had the rings with you all the time. Where are you hiding them Dean?"

"First Lisa and then the rings. I'll give you them. No need not to. You can't use them without me." He grinned at her again and she scowled back, drew blood on Lisa's arm with the knife.

"You hurt her and I'll end you." His eyes were almost black when he looked at her.

"You can try but remember, you hurt me, you hurt her." Walking behind him again she pulled off his shirt and the t-shirt, running an appreciative hand over his skin, lips brushing the back of his neck. "Always did take care of yourself Dean. Little deadly sin creeping in there eh?"

"You talk too much, anyone ever tell you that? Do you want the rings or not?"

"Oh I want them, but there's something I want more than that." Her eyes flashed as she walked round him. "You. Hurting. Did you know your angel friend burned me with holy fire? That wasn't very nice of him. I'd like to have returned the favour but since he's flapped off back to Heaven, it'll just have to take payment out of your ass." She walked into the kitchen and came back with one of the hard chairs which she placed behind him. "Sit a spell. Take some weight off Dean. You're going to need that chair by the time I'm finished." She pushed him back and he dropped down wincing as she dragged his hands hard behind him. "Stay there."

He sat there patiently waiting for her to come back, held in place by her power but not really caring how long she took about this. He'd banked on her wanting a little quality time albeit not with her wearing Lisa. Shooting a quick look at the clock on the wall he smiled. Over three hours had passed since he'd left the bar, and each one brought Sam closer.

Meg dumped his weapons duffle on the floor at his feet and waved the two pairs of handcuffs at him. "You brought toys! Does she know that you're into kinky shit Dean?" Not waiting for an answer she cuffed each wrist to the back of the chair individually. "Comfy?"

"Bite me."

"You know I will." Lips touched his ear and he jerked as she did just that.

"Sonuvabitch!" Anger flashed in his eyes and she smiled.

"Now. Rules. I'm going to carve you until you tell me what I want to know or die trying not to. If you scream, I'm going to cut your girl here. One slash for every cry. Sound fair?"

His eyes lit and he almost snarled the words at her. "Bring it."

Lisa's mouth curled up into such a cruel smile that he had to look away from.

Her hand pulled his head back round. "You look away and I'll hurt her too."

"Changing the rules already. I'm shocked," Dean sneered at her. "Let's see what you've got then."

"Funny," Meg leant in and kissed him again, "I was just going to say that to you."

She pushed his head back and stuck the knife into the flesh of his shoulder, dragging it down over the muscle. He tensed, bit into his lip to hold back the sound that wanted out, managing to keep it to a low moan. "Impressive. Lisa is so proud of you. Let's see how long that lasts."

TBC :)