Hi

Hope you like this one, I'm still worried that this story could still go horribly wrong. lol

Been fighting with where it is going after this, you know the wrote it, read it, liked it, read it again, changed it, hated it cycle that you get when writing. This story is doing that a lot. I know the destination but there are a few roads that I can take to get there!

A went a little light on the Dean whump too here! Chicken that I am, but I'll make up for it later! *smiles*

Thank you again for the reviews. I am still VERY behind in my replies so I'll say a collective thank you here again for all the interest and support in this story. More to come soon on Walls as well! Mary xx

Sam had taken less than six hours to do the return of the journey that had taken him seven on the way out. He'd ditched his car two hours in and stole something faster after all his calls to Dean went to voicemail.

His phone started ringing just as he turned off the highway and headed into the streets near Lisa's home.

"Dean?," he asked not looking at the caller ID as he swung a corner.

"It's Bobby. Who the hell have you been talking to on your phone and where are you?"

"I was on my way back, Dean called and asked me to turn round. I think something's up Bobby. He sounded,." he was going to say scared but that wasn't quite the word he was looking for, "stressed. I've been trying to call him for the last hour or so but he isn't answering."

"He called me about a couple of hours ago, asked me to trace some cell numbers. Rufus has got the boy." Bobby paused. "Dean thinks it's Meg and that she's got Lisa. If they're with their phones, your brother and Lisa are together. I'm tracing your cell too, you ain't far from them."

"Then I know where they are. Thanks Bobby." Dropping the phone on the seat beside him Sam sped as fast as he could through the suburban streets and almost whooped with joy when he turned onto Lisa's one and the Impala was outside the house. "Got you."

Sam stopped a few doors down so as not to tip the occupants of the house to his arrival. He checked his Glock out of habit and slunk low past the window onto the path. His hand gripped the door knob and he sighed as it turned under the pressure. Unlocked door. That couldn't be good. Sam did what his brother had almost done and tripped over the body that was lying behind the front door, gripping the doorframe to stop himself from going all the way down.

"Smooth there Sammy. Real smooth." He brought his head up to look. It was Lisa, except it wasn't. She was standing in the hallway, her white t-shirt splattered with blood that he knew from the pattern wasn't hers. "You looking for your brother?" The smile on her face made his skin crawl. "Dean and the missus have had a little domestic. Could say, he's a little cut up about it." She chuckled at her own joke. "He was asking for you, well maybe begging for you would be a better way of phrasing it." She stepped back. "Come on in and join the party."

He rounded the wall, keeping her in sight but searching the dark at the same time. There was a figure handcuffed to a chair in the middle of the floor, head down, liquid dripping from the bound hands onto the bare floor beneath. "Dean!" Sam hissed the word at the figure, breathing a little easier as his brother lifted his head slightly at the sound of his voice. Sam turned back to face Meg, putting himself between Dean and her. "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing that hasn't been done to him before. Ain't that right Dean? We were just passing the time 'til you got here Sam."

"Do it."

Sam turned at the quiet words from his brother, shock playing over his features. Dean hadn't lifted his head. He still hung there on the chair, the cuffs the only thing keeping him upright.

"Dean?" He knows. Sam moved nearer and Dean's head came up slowly, the effort to keep it that way showing in the blood stained cords of his neck and the pain in his eyes.

"Finish her." It was an order, a weakly voiced one but there was a quiet force behind it.

He knows but not all of it.

"Yeah, come on Sam," Meg goaded from across the room. "Finish me. Dean-o here has been waiting for you to ride in and save the day. So come on." She held her arms wide. "Hit me with your best shot."

"I can't." He moved nearer to his sibling, watched the confusion surface on Dean's face.

Dean shot him a look. "Is it a blood thing? Do you need a hit to do it?"

Sam could see his brother already weighting up the solutions to that problem in his head and stopped him. "No," he confessed. "I don't need to do that anymore. Think it had something to do with all the blood I drank to let Lucifer in, I can just do it now on my own."

"Then why is she still breathing?" Dean asked with questioning eyes. "Can you get on with it?"

"Aren't you forgetting something Dean? How are you gonna find junior if you gank me? That's if Sam could gank me that is." She flicked Sam a wink. "Got some control issues, don't you big boy?"

Dean spat blood on the floor and then he looked at her, lip curling at he did. "Ben's already safe bitch. Rufus has him." He looked to his brother, raised an eyebrow. "Control issues?"

Sam touched a hand to his forehead. "I can't kill her Dean."

"So you keep saying? Care to tell me why?" Blood dripped down again from Dean's mouth as he spoke.

Meg chortled and moved a little closer. "Shouldn't keep secrets from your brother Sammy, it never ends well. Little brother can't kill me, can you Sammy? See Dean, the thing is, he can't control it anymore. He kills me, he fries sweet, nice Lisa with me. Isn't that right Sam? Kill the demon, kill the host. I've been watching you. So I'm afraid Dean that you took all that abuse for nothing."

Dean sobbed out a shaky breath. "Tell me she's lying."

Sam moved closer to Dean, holding up a hand and stopping Meg as she stepped towards them. She frowned, tried to move again, realised that she couldn't. Once he was happy that she was immobile Sam turned back to Dean. "I'm sorry. I should have told you."

"Yeah? Add it to the list." Dean's head dropped again and his breathing was too laboured for Sam's liking. He crouched down next to him and his brother dropped his head onto his shoulder and started talking softly.

"What are you two girls whispering about?" Meg tilted her head and smiled coldly at them. "Plotting my downfall?"

"No, just let me sent her back to Hell instead," Sam pleaded with his brother, ignoring her question.

"Oh, he's not gonna let you do that are you Dean? Leave the door opened for me to come back and pay little Lisa and Benny boy another visit? You can't do what he wants Sam. All powerful and you still can use it to help your brother? How does that feel? It's gotta be a kick in the guts, yeah?" Meg yawned. "I mean are you even sure that you could exorcise me without hurting Lisa Sammy, cause I gotta say, I don't think that you can."

Sam twisted his hand, temper flaring in him. "You want me to try?" Lisa coughed and black smoke drifted from her lips.

Dean shook his head and then groan loudly at the pain the action caused. "NO. You think I sat through this to just let her get away? She said it herself, she'll find a way to come back. She'll hunt them down again. I want her dead Sam. Beheaded, nailed to the coffin, DEAD!"

"I'm not doing what you're asking."

Using what strength he had left Dean lifted his head. "Yeah. You damn well will. I want her out of Lisa."

"I won't do that." Sam's eyes flicked over to Meg. "I don't even know if I can."

"You can." Dean sounded so sure that it made Sam look back at him. "I know you can. Please, just until we can find something else."

"This is a stupid idea." Sam ran his hand through his hair.

"When you wanted to say yes, I did what you asked. I stood by you and did what you wanted me to do. Respected your decision. Even after it was done I still did what you wanted, it killed me every damn day but I still did it because you asked me to. Now I'm asking you to let me do this."

Sam's eyes widened. "You're gonna use that against me?"

Dean features hardened, his eyes steely. "If it gets me what I want? Yeah."

Sam stood and paced. He stopped with his back to both of them, missing Meg's smug look that she threw Dean's way.

He turned. "You're really want me to do this?," he asked not actually directing the question at Dean or waiting for an answer. "Fine." Waving his arms wide Sam caved. "This is just temporary, that's if I can actually do it, and if we can't find somewhere else to put her; I'm sending her back to Hell whether you like it or not." Sam knelt on the floor and pulled the spray paint and the first aid kit from the bag. "First I'm patching you up, no arguments!"

Standing Sam pulled Lisa's table out of the way and folded the rug back. Then he took the can of spray paint and went to start the devil's trap.

"What the hell are you doing?," Dean all but breathed out.

"What does it look like. I need somewhere to put her while I see to you."

Dean shook his head. "Lisa's gonna have your ass."

"At least that'll mean that we've got her back." Sam drew the circle and then stepped inside it and started filling in the symbols.

Meg raised an eyebrow and hid her knowing smile. "So just what are you boys going to do with me then?"

Dean summoned up the last of his strength and grinned at her. "I'm gonna give you that cheap thrill you wanted. I'm gonna let you ride around in my skin."

TBC