Posting and running tonight. A thank you again for all the reviews, you guys rock and I suck at not getting the replies done, but I want this one finished so that I can get back to Walls!

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"It's pointless fighting me Dean, it's not like this is my first rodeo and I ain't found a stud that I couldn't break yet. You're only tiring yourself and I ain't some low level demon that you can get one over on," Meg said as she pulled the car into the lot outside the lock-up. She leant back and closed his eyes, tried to dig round deep inside him, frowning as he blocked her again. "Still not wanting to cough up that incantation? Never mind. We'll get to that. I can feel you weakening Dean. I really did a number on you didn't I?"

She ran his hand over where she knew the worst of the damage was on his chest and felt it as the tremors ran through the skin beneath the touch. "Hurts doesn't? Even with me in here helping, everything hurts. Just like the good old days eh? Had to make you want me dead Dean, not that you probably didn't before. It worked too and even better? I enjoyed it and you are SO pissed at me, I feel all giddy inside." She stopped in front of the door, lifted the combination padlock with his hand. "So, are you gonna give me the numbers I need or do I have to come get them? LiIke I thought, but that's okay Dean, I love a challenge! It always has to be the hard way with you doesn't it?"

The lock-up was cold and dark when she finally got to step inside. Moving to her right she ran her hands over some of the objects that were sitting on the shelves, her eyes coming to rest on the lock boxes. "So is this stuff all things that you've found or is this daddy's little treasure trove? Not talking to me Dean? Fine. Now let's see." He fought her but she still got the information that she wanted. Walking into a little area that was cordoned off in the centre Meg stopped. "Anything that I should know here Dean, because it'll be your funeral, not mine?"

The line was so fine she doubted that she would have seen it without his help. "See there you go Dean, teamwork." The box was sitting on the shelf next to her right hand. Reaching down she picked it up and paused. "Dean?" After a moment she opened it. "Good boy. Now let's see if I can't get you to give me the incantation and we're good to go."

Bobby tried to calm Sam down, the younger man's distress making his own heart tighten with worry. "She took him Bobby. I put her in him and then let her walk out the door with him. I shouldn't have left him." There was a whole lot more unsaid in the way he uttered the last words. Standing Sam started to pace. "If she hurts him anymore than she has already I swear….. " He stopped, walked back and threw himself into the seat. "That and he's the only one that knows where the rings are and if she manages to get him to gives her them and what she needs to use them we're screwed. All of us."

The elder hunter had arrived twenty minutes after Meg had disappeared with Dean. They were now sitting in Lisa's kitchen trying to figure out their next move. Rufus was on his way to them with Ben, while an anxious Lisa threw coffee and food at them in an effort to keep herself busy and sane.

"When I see your brother, I'm gonna kick his ass for this little stunt, you hear me? Then I might just kick yours for good measure for helping him." The words were harsh but Bobby was too worried to put any sting behind them. "Okay, think. If Dean didn't have the rings on him, where would he take them?" He looked to Lisa. "You said he brought the weapons duffle with him didn't you?"

She nodded. "Meg got it from the front porch."

"Why didn't he have the stuff here?," Bobby growled at them both.

Sam answered. "Lisa didn't want any of that stuff in the house." He shot her an apologetic look as he spoke.

"Because I'm an idiot," she stated, throwing the dish towel that she was holding into the sink and gripping the edge of it. "Shouldn't we be out looking instead of just standing here?"

Bobby held up a hand. "Need to know where to look honey. So," he asked looking between them, "either of you know if Dean or your daddy have a lock-up near here?"

Lisa shook her head. "Sorry no."

Sam swept his hair off his face with a hand, stilling it on his head and bringing the other up to join it. "I don't know either. Dean was the one that knew where some of them where. If there's one near here, I don't know where."

"Okay. Plan of action. Rufus used to live round these parts, we can search for local lock-ups until he gets here and see if he knows if there are any in particular that hunters might use."

They were still hunched over the laptop when Lisa's squeal of Ben's name alerted them to Rufus' arrival and they trudged outside armed with a list of places.

"Mom," Ben got out as Lisa death hugged him.

"Lady, I didn't rescue your boy for him t'die of damn crush injuries when I got him here." The grizzled hunter shook his head at the scene before him and stepped by the two Braedens. "How the hell did she get your brother?," he addressed to Sam. "What happened to all that mojo that I know you got going on?"

Bobby waved him off. "Long story and we ain't got time. We think Dean might have had a store nearby. There's four in the area. Do you know if any of these are used by local hunters?"

Rufus frowned. "Been a spell since I worked out this way….Let's see." He glanced down the list and then stopped, casting a look out on the street as he did. "Where's your brother's horse?"

"The Impala? She took it," Sam enlightened him.

Rufus' smile put the sun to shame and his chuckle was deep throated. "Did she now? Well that's gonna be your only piece of luck today."

Bobby and Sam exchanged a look. "How?"

"I low jacked it a while back. Still there as far as I know." The exchanged look became hopeful as both men watched as Rufus walked over to his car and pulled out a small hand held device. Switching it on he frowned over the screen for a minute or two. "Let me see that there list." Taking it he checked the screen and then looked up. His smile had somehow managed to get brighter. "Got the bitch!"

"Let's go." Sam was already on his way round the car. "Bobby can you stay with Lisa and Ben?"

The older hunter nodded. "Go get my boy and say hello to Meg from me," he said in a tone laced with bitterness.

Sam paused briefly a dark fire in his eyes for a second that Bobby wasn't really sure that he liked. "Oh believe me, I will."

Meg looked down at the rings and sighed. She needed him to cave and cave soon but he was still fighting her. Time to get creative she thought. Looking round the shelves she lifted and laid things until she found what she was looking for. The small dagger was straight and smooth. It would hurt but the damage wouldn't be too much for him to handle, until she decided that it would be. "Gonna make me do this Dean?"

There was no response from the host of the body she was in so she lifted his t-shirt and slowly slid the blade in through his skin, delighting at how smoothly the sharp implement slipped home. "Your turn."

Dean gasped as she gave him back control, the small dagger slicing deeper as he moved to try and free it. His breath came in painful hitches as he slowly retracted it from his side. "Sonuvabitch," he mutter lowly as it came free and fell to the ground with a clatter. He tried to move, head for the door but she brought him up sharp, reclaimed control.

"No, no, no. You aren't going anywhere until I get what I want." She rifled through the items next to her and came up with a handful of salt that she shoved into the wound, following it with his fingers . She twisted them and then dropped back inside as she did.

Dean cursed and pulled his hand free, dropping to his knees and falling against the wall. She took back control and stood him back up. "Now that hurt didn't it baby? So much better torturing from the inside. Who knew? We might start a new trend."

She reached for dagger, lifting it and sliding it down the skin of his arm, neatly opening the wound that Sam has so carefully stitched. Slipping it under the flesh she sliced into the meat below it. As she gave him back control he ignore the pain from the knife, reaching for the flask on the shelf beside him. He opened it and drunk the contents before she could wrestle back hold. Dean's body coughed as she raged inside him at the burn the holy water caused. "Oh very clever but that's the only win you're getting today. Drained you, didn't it? Guess what? I didn't like that. Not one little bit. This game is so on. Let's see what else we can find here." Pulling the dagger out with another vicious twist she looked round the store. "Oh looky see! Pliers! Tell me Dean, how much do you like having nails?" She fastened them to his finger nail and pulled.

"Goddamned bitch!," Dean hissed, the pliers dropping as he wrapped his injured hand with his good one. Blood loss was catching up on him, he could feel it.

She was winning and there was nothing he could do about it.

The noise of a car pulling up into the lot had her back in the driving seat quickly. Reaching behind her she snatched the gun from the waistband of his jeans and flipped the safety. Quickly she checked the clip and then locked it back in place. "Give me what I want or things are going to turn ugly." Meg rummaged through his thoughts again, came up against the same, albeit now loosely, locked door. "That's very impressive Dean. Now let's see if I can impress you. Tell me what I want to know or I'm going to make you shoot your brother. Tick tock Dean." With that she stepped further into the shadows and waited.

Meg could feel him struggling weakly inside now, fighting for control but she shoved him down. "Too little, too late Dean."

Sam stepped through the door followed quickly by Rufus.

"Last chance," she muttered quietly. "Fine, don't say I didn't warn you."

TBC