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"I love you too Dean." Once Dean and Sam had their necessary weapons and after arguing about the colt they left. I watched the building then once the fire alarm went off I got into the driver's seat. I smiled as I started the car. It was a rarity when Dean let me drive it. The first was when I practically sacrificed myself and the baby just so we could get rid of the ghost truck. I smiled thinking back to then. Dean had proposed to me and then he had begged me not to lead the truck away. It had been then that Dean really cared about me more then the car but not by much. Soon the fire trucks arrived and I watched as Sam broke into one of them and took 2 outfits out. I smiled again as I drove off. Dean and Sam, now disguised, had easy access to get in and find John. I drove around the block and reached the back alley behind the building just as I saw 3 men going down the fire escape. As they got closer I saw that it was Dean, Sam and John. Sam was then tackled to the ground by a man who then started punching him. I quickly got out and ran to the trunk. I took out the colt and tossed it to Dean who then shot the man. The man fell off Sam and Dean helped him up. They went to get John as I got in the backseat. Sam helped John in beside me as Dean put the weapons bag in the trunk. Two hours later we were at a rundown home. Sam and I laid down salt lines as Dean helped John into the bedroom. He came out as I finished with the last window. Dean helped me sit down while rubbing the small of my back. Dean then looked away and I knew what he was thinking. "Hey. You had to. He was hurting Sam."

"Killin' that guy. Killin' Meg. I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you, Sammy or Dad, the things I'm willin' to do or kill, it just...it scares me sometimes."

"It shouldn't." I looked up and saw John in the bedroom doorway. "You did good." I frowned knowing John wouldn't say something like that.

"You're not mad?" I could tell in Dean's voice that he didn't know who this was.

"For what?"

"Using a bullet."

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed." Sam looked at the floor. "But you. You watch out for this family. You always have."

"Thanks." Dean said, but he looked confused. Right then the lights started flickering and the wind could be heard.

"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door."

"Um, we already did it."

"Well, check it okay?" Sam nodded and left the room. "Dean, you got the gun?"

"Yeah."

"Give it to me." John said.

"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It vanished."

"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun. Hurry." Dean brought the Colt out of the back of his jeans, looked at it, but didn't give it to John. "Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?"

"John would be furious. He wouldn't be proud."

"What?"

"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one." Dean raised the Colt and took the safety off, aiming at John. "You're not my dad." I slowly stood up and stayed behind Dean.

"Dean, Loryn. It's me."

"I know my dad better than anyone. And you ain't him."

"What the hell has gotten into you?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Dean and I backed up as John stepped towards us. Sam then came back in shocked at what he saw.

"Dean. What the hell are you doing?"

"Your brother and his wife have lost their minds.

"He's not dad."

"What?"

"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."

"Don't listen to him Sammy."

"How do you know?"

"He's just...he's different."

"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me." Sam looked back and forth between all of us in a confused state. He then stood to Dean's side.

"No. No."

"Fine. You're so sure? Kill me." John looked at the floor as I looked at Dean. I knew he wouldn't shoot because then why would he shoot our children's grandfather? Dean slowly lowered the gun as John spoke. "I thought so." I gasped when John's eyes glowed yellow. It wasn't John anymore. At least...not right now. Dean dropped the colt as we were all then flung backwards. Dean and I were side by side while Sam was on the opposite wall. The demon in John then stepped forth and picked up the colt. "What a pain in the ass this things been. Just like you two." The demon said as he looked at me and Dean. "You the most Loryn. You were most stubborn back in 2002. All I wanted was your nephew. How old is he now? 10?"

"You son of a bitch." The demon chuckled as he got right in my face.

"Actually. Riley is a son of a bitch."

"Stop cussing my family you sadistic demonic bastard."

"Now that's a new one. They're gonna love your mouth down in hell."

"Leave my wife alone!" The demon stepped back from me then looked at Dean as if he had just remembered where he was.

"Well, this is fun." He went to Dean, standing right in front of him. "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this. This is worth the wait. And your dad? He's in here with me-trapped inside his own meat suit. He says hi, by the way." The demon paused, moving closer to Dean. "He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

"Let him go." Dean said. "Or I swear to God-"

"What?" the demon interrupted. "What are you and God gonna do?" He looked from Dean to me and then back to Dean. "You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice."

"What are you talkin' about?" Sam asked.

"You know that little exorcism or yours? That was my daughter."

"Who, Meg?" Dean asked.

"And the one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand? You think you guys are the only ones who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh wait. That's right. I forgot. I did. Still, 2 wrongs don't make a right."