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"Some of these are really deep Dean. Almost hospital deep." Sam's worried hands moved expertly over the wounds on his brother's chest, examining, assessing and treating each one whilst trying to avoid the bruises that littered the torso between them. Dean also had some nasty looking bite marks on his neck and shoulders.

The bites he treated with cream and bandages. The smaller wounds he dressed but two gashes at the bottom of Dean's ribs needed stitched. The one he was working on now was on his brother's arm, and it alarmed Sam how much blood was on the floor under where the arm had been hanging.

"Just stitch it Sam," his brother groused, Dean's patience and pain threshold both stretched to breaking point.

"Dean…"

"Quit stalling Sam, just get it done or give me the damn needle and I'll do it myself. Wouldn't be the first time." Dean held out his other hand and Sam looked at the bloody ring round his brother's wrist and watched the tremor work its way down to the offered palm.

Sighing he turned the wound towards him a little.. "No, I got it. Hold still."

Dean was back sitting on the chair again Sam having patched up his brother's injuries as best as he could. The chair was in the devil's trap and Sam had Lisa/Meg gripped in his hand, both of them watching as Dean checked the cuffs Sam had tightened. "These are loose."

"Your wrist's are cut to hell, I'm not tightening them any further. They'll hold."

Dean rolled his eyes but said nothing..

"You sure about this?," Sam asked again.

Dean still didn't answer he just shot Sam a look that shut him up.

"I could still screw this up," the younger brother confessed, worry in his eyes.

His elder sibling looked back up at him. "You won't. Okay? I trust you."

"So once she's in what do I do then?"

"Take Lisa upstairs, the bedrooms are safe…."

"Safe?" Sam interrupted.

His brother bit his lip, threw Lisa a look. "I lifted the carpets when she was out, put traps on the floor underneath the beds."

That got a strangled laugh from Sam. "Couldn't have told me that before I destroyed her hardwood floor?"

"Sorry." Dean flashed him a grin and then sobered. "Just get her up there and then you call Bobby and you figure a way to get Meg inside someone else, someone that it doesn't matter if we fry them."

"I fry them," Sam altered, giving a little eye roll at how easy a task his brother seemed to think he was setting him. "I don't like this Dean. I don't like this at all."

"Really? Can't say I'm too fussed about it myself but there isn't anyone else and like I said, I want the bitch dead, not hurting. Dead."

Closing his eyes briefly, Sam pushed Lisa away and lifted his hand.

"Wait!," Dean called.

"What now," Sam almost huffed.

"My tat, I don't think it's still in one piece but did you check?"

Sam stepped into the circle and lifted the fresh t-shirt that he'd gotten for his brother. "She's cut through it."

"Fine." Dean took a deep breath. "Let's do this."

Meg played her last card, her killer home run. "How do you know she isn't dead already? A little crack of the neck after I was inside?" She shot Dean a playful look.

Cold, angry eyes looked into hers. "For your sake, I hope that isn't true," Dean answered quietly.

Hesitating only until he felt his brother's eyes rest back on him, Sam stepped out of the circle again and lifted his hand. Black smoke curled instantly from Lisa's lips. It rose up into the air and hung there for a second as Sam gave Dean one last look.. Lisa collapsed on the floor and started to cough and relief slid into the older Winchester's features. He signalled with a nod of his head. "Do it Sam."

The black smoke swirled slightly and then it dipped down, sliding into Dean's mouth and nose, his turn to cough as it slowly entered him. Once it was all gone Dean's head dropped to his chest. His brother took a worried step closer.

"Dean?" Lisa's voice sounded from behind Sam and he turned. "Sam?" She looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. "What happened?" Confusion turned to horror. "Oh my God, she made me…." Lisa raised a hand to her mouth. "I cut him."

"It wasn't you. He knows that Lisa. It wasn't you." Sam moved beside her and pulled her to her feet, hugging her to him as he did.

Panic flashed in Lisa's eyes. "Where's Ben, they took Ben!"

"Easy. Ben's safe Lisa. A hunter friend of ours has got him. I'll get you to him shortly."

"Is she gone?" Lisa trembled in his arms and he rubbed her arm, trying to comfort her.

"Not exactly."

"Where is she then?"

It was so wrong that when Dean lifted his head, the eyes that stared back at them black, whispered memories of the pit stirring in Sam at the sight. He fought them down.

"Is she….oh no," Lisa started to back away. "No. How did she do that? How did she get into him? He has that tattoo…." She looked up at Sam, the guilt on his face filling in some of the blanks for her. "Did you do that?"

"He asked me too. He wanted you safe. Come on, let's get you upstairs." Sam started to pull her away from his brother.

Dean's voice stopped them. "He's using you, you know that right? He has no intentions of staying here and playing house with you, you were just something to pass the time with. Boy always did like an easy lay and you were that for him weren't you? Just like before, you just lay down and let him in."

"It's not him. She just trying to upset you." Sam moved beside Lisa, gently took her hand.

Lisa shrugged him off and moved back in front of Dean. "I know that you can sift through his thoughts, you did it to mine but I know that isn't how he feels about me, how he looks at me. You lie, I know that. Dean loves me, maybe not the way I love him but still, in his own way he loves me."

"Oh please. No he doesn't, it's all just lip service Lisa baby. Keeping you sweet so that he had somewhere to stay. So he wasn't alone. Dean doesn't do alone well does he?" The laugh that Sam had waited so long to hear wasn't the one he wanted when it came. "Hell he didn't even protect you and you think that's love?"

Lisa took a deep breath. "Dean told me everything. He told me all about you. He hates you. So if he didn't love me, was just using me, why would he let you, of all things, inside him just to save me? Lie your way out of that!" She didn't wait for a reply, just turned on her heel and went upstairs leaving Sam standing there grinning at the thing that was wearing his brother.

"She's got your card marked," Sam smiled back at his possessed brother. "You two behave now. I won't be long."

Meg started to talk the minute Sam was out of earshot. "I thought they'd never leave. Alone at last. I knew you couldn't leave this with me just being packed back to the holiday camp downstairs. In fact, I counted on it. I knew you'd want me dead and I knew that you'd want me out of Lisa. So predictable. Didn't count on Sam not being able to do his little trick though, huh Dean? Didn't count on me wanting to be in you? I knew that you'd never given me the incantation willingly, hence the little charade to get you to let me in. Did you like what I did there Dean, played you good, didn't I?," she laughed. "Now let's see if I can get what I came here for? Where did you file away that incantation and the location of the rings?" Dean's face morphed into a frown as she ransacked his thoughts. "Going to play it like that are you Dean, that could be fun. As least I know where the rings are now and you are going to let me see that incantation, I promise you that." She wriggled his body in the seat and leaned forward.

"Did you know that I tried to possess you once before? Couldn't figure out how you blocked me so I decided to have some fun and possessed Sam instead. I can still hear his screams when I made him watch me gut Wandel with his own hand. So delicious." Dean's hand moved and she jerked his thumb against the wood of the chair until it dislocated. She started to tear the skin on his wrists more then with the edge of the metal, blood slicking her progress. "It wasn't until I found out that you were Michael's vessel that I realised why I couldn't. Seems you can't possess a vessel without it's express consent, or a little help, hence the little show that I put on here." She pulled and Dean's hand started to slip through the cuff.

"What was that? What about dear old daddy?" She started to work the hand free. "Mary bought John's life with her own. My daddy owned your daddy after that and he always leaves a little back door there for his own use, emergency access, just in case. He left one in you too Dean, shame I couldn't use it. As for Sam though, well as you know, thanks to mommy dearest, boy's got my daddy's blood inside him. Why it's like we're almost family Dean! So not a back door as such with Sammy, more like a free pass for a ride anytime I like. Pity about the damn tattoo, because I sure would like to have got up close and personal with your brother now. Can you imagine what I could do with all that power?" Dean's tongue licked his lips. "Still, can't have everything. I'll settle for getting Lucifer free and then I'll claim my reward for my loyalty." One final tug and Dean's hand slipped free of the cuff. "Should have made him tighten them properly Dean. Now let's see…..wasn't counting on the trap but I'm sure I can find a way out."

She dug around in Dean's thoughts as she dug a hand into his pocket. "So you really did get the boy. Getting smart in your old age Dean, just not smart enough." Her hand found his phone and she pulled it clear, tossed it on the seat. Digging back in again she came out with his lighter, his car keys and a paperclip. She turned the latter object round in her hand. "See, you expected to run into trouble, didn't you? Didn't plan on ending up as my bullet shield though did you?" Her little laugh escaped his lips. "Now d'you want to show me how to open this other set of cuffs before little brother comes back? No? Dean. I'm disappointed. Guess I'll just have to do it the hard way. Let's see, where is what I'm looking for," she wracked his thoughts for an answer, "ah, yes." A minute later she was free of the cuffs. Using the car keys she quickly scratched a gap in the outside circle and stepped out. Grabbing Dean's gun and his jacket she headed for the door smiling as she did. "Too easy. You really think that I hadn't planned ahead? Now what do you say you and I blow this gaffe?"

She stopped on the pavement outside and smelled the roses of her victory. "Final kick in the jewels Dean, I get to be inside both your girls today." She chuckled as she headed for the Impala. "Gonna take this baby for a burn!"

Lisa had her head down the toilet when Sam caught up with her. He stepped by her and ran the water, grabbing the glass from the shelf and then filling it. "Here, help to wash the taste away."

She took it from him. "Nothing is ever going to wash her taste away." Leaning back on the wall she started to cry. "I'm sorry." Lisa wiped at her tears. "Is Ben really okay? Can you take me to him?"

"I'll call Rufus. We'll get him to bring him here, I'll get Rufus to stay with you while we figure out a way to get her out of Dean." Sam examined the cuts on her arms. "These don't look to bad."

"I'll live. I can see to these. Why don't you just exorcise her? I heard that bit, you know you can."

"Dean would never speak to me again if I did that, besides he's right, if we don't finish her now, she could come back. Meg is like a dog and hurting Dean and the people he cares about, it seems to be her bone."

"How did she find us?," Lisa asked as he took his hand and pulled herself to her feet.

Sam's eyed clouded and he looked away. "I don't know. Maybe it was me. She might have followed me. It looks that way."

Lisa reached over and touched his arm. "Hey, this is not your fault Sam. I think Dean was always worried that they'd find us somehow. If anything it's mine. If I'd have just let him do the protection that he wanted to."

"We all do things we regret Lisa." He stepped back at that. "Listen I'd better get back, Dean says that there's protection on this room, traps on the floor under the carpet."

She shook her head. "I knew the furniture had been moved." She grinned weakly. "He told me he'd been hoovering…"

Sam actually managed a laugh at that. "You believed him?"

Lisa shrugged. "Dean does some odds things some times. Stops him thinking he told me."

He sobered at that. "So listen, can you get on the bed, stay there until I call for you?" She nodded and he helped her up. "It's gonna be okay Lisa, Dean and I, we'll sort this. She isn't going to get the chance to hurt you again."

Sam was halfway down the stairs when he heard it, a sound that he'd know anywhere. Tearing down the final few steps he took a glance into the living room and cursed. He piled out the front door just in time to watch the Impala peel away from the kerb.

"Screw it!," he shouted after it, starting to run for his own car. By the time he got it started and to the junction the Impala was gone. He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. "No, no, no, no, no!," he shouted at the emptiness around him.

It mocked him with its quiet in return.

TBC

The middle part of this was a bear to write with trying to explain round the possessions without getting myself in a knot! I think I managed it but if you see anything wrong in there...don't tell me. lol.