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Chapter name borrowed from….. oh forget it already.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO- EVIL COME
Dean was seated at the table, gripping the edge with his uninjured hand.
I swallowed loudly as I dug the bullet out of his left shoulder.
"Just another second."
"God!" Dean clenched his teeth.
"Almost," I quelled my nausea, pulling it out. "All right, got it."
I dropped the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.
Dean took a few generous swigs from his bottle of whisky.
"God, you're a butcher."
I did not answer him, avoiding his gaze.
"All right, are we done?"
"Just give me two minutes to patch you up," I cleaned the blood off my hands.
I continued layering gauze and tape over his wound.
"What did the demon do?"
"Tied up Jo," Dean cursed. "Tried to kill her. Almost killed me."
I nodded, pressing my lips together as I kept working.
"Any idea where's he's headed to next?"
"Well," Dean's eyes narrowed.
"He's been going after the nearest hunter, so…. closest one I know lives in South Dakota."
"Okay," I stuck on the last piece. "You're good to go."
I stood up and moved away, throwing him the pills.
"These should help with the pain."
"Odette?"
I turned around from my way to the door.
"You made it pretty clear, Dean. I'm not going to be of any use to you."
I looked away.
"It's better if I go."
I started walking.
"Wait."
I stopped for the second time as Dean cleared his throat.
"You have as much right to be here as I do. So…. uh," Dean rolled his eyes.
"Just come on," Dean grabbed my jacket and pulled me out the door.
~Supernatural~
Dean tried calling Bobby, until it was cut off.
"Damn it," He growled.
…
We ran into Bobby's house, freezing as we saw Sam tied to a chair, under the same protective circle we'd used on Meg.
"Wha-"
Bobby nodded at us.
"Dean. Kid. Look what the cat dragged in."
Dean smacked the demon in the face to wake him.
"Hey."
Sam looked up at the painted Devil's Trap.
"Dean," He said wryly.
"Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."
Dean gritted his teeth.
"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?"
"Oh, careful, now," Sam clucked his tongue.
"Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."
"Oh, don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much."
Dean picked up the bucket of holy water.
"You, on the other hand…."
He tossed it at the demon.
It sizzled off of Sam's skin, and the demon screamed in pain.
"Feel like talking now?"
The demon snarled at him.
"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue."
"No, you won't," Dean flexed his jaw.
"You won't be in him long enough. Bobby."
Bobby began reading in Latin.
"Exorcisamus te, omnis in mundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio….."
Dean started talking over Bobby.
"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam."
Dean crouched down next to him.
"You understand me? Because I will kill every one of you first."
Sam struggled painfully, then threw back his head and cackled.
Bobby stopped in surprise.
"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan."
"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei…"
"Oops," Sam chuckled.
"Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks."
He lowered his head, speaking in a deep guttural growl.
"Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram domine…."
The fire behind him flared, and the room shook as he continued.
"This isn't going like I pictured!" Dean pulled me behind him.
"What's going on, Bobby?"
Bobby's eyes flashed to the burn mark on Sam's forearm.
"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"
"What the hell do we do?" Dean roared.
"I don't know!"
The demon threw back his head and screamed.
The ceiling began to crack, breaking the trap in on itself.
Sam's eyes were black as he lowered his head.
"There. That's better."
He jerked his head left, and Bobby went flying to the floor, slumping to the ground, unconscious.
The demon spread his hand, and Dean and I crashed into the wall.
"You know when people want to describe the worst possible thing? They say it's like hell."
Sam knelt in front of us, fisting his hand in Dean's shirt, punching him hard in the face.
I struggled futilely as the demon pinned me against the wall with a flick of his wrist.
"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um….."
He hit Dean again.
"Well, it's like hell. Even for demons."
Sam backhanded Dean across the face.
He was groggy and bleeding heavily.
"It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear."
Sam punched him, then held Dean's head steady.
"And you sent me back there."
"Meg," Dean sneered.
I kicked against the wall, frantically trying to unlock my power.
It didn't work.
Castiel. Help us.
"No," Meg shook her head. "Not anymore. Now I'm Sam."
She hit him one last time, digging her thumb into Dean's bullet wound.
"By the way, I saw your dad there- he says 'howdy'.
Meg dug her hand in further, and Dean tried to pull her hand away, groaning in pain.
"No!"
She snapped back to me.
"Ah, of course, I couldn't forget you, now could I?"
I screamed in pain, spitting out blood as Meg flexed her hand.
"Poor little thing," She cooed.
"You really are unlucky, aren't you?"
My scream ratcheted up higher as I spat out blood.
"Let her go!" Dean tried to get to his feet.
Meg sent him back to the floor.
"You know, you would be so easy to convince," Meg ran a finger down my cheek.
"After all, don't you want a little payback?"
She stroked my hair.
"Secrets and lies, Odette. That's all you have. That's all you'll ever have."
She smiled.
"Because you couldn't save them, Odette. Because you know this is all gonna end one day."
She put her fingers in a chokehold around my neck.
"Because every morning, you look at your gun, and ask yourself if today is the day you put that round through your skull."
Dean's eyes flashed to my face, and I turned away.
Meg wasn't lying.
Not about this.
No no no no.
Not like this.
"Maybe so," I wheezed. "But I made a promise I'd keep going, and I mean to keep it even if it kills me."
Castiel, please.
Meg cocked her head to one side, tightening her hands around my neck.
"Yes, I suppose it will."
My vision was flickering now, and Dean's shouts seemed to come from a long way off.
"No! Odette!"
I could hear Castiel clearly, though.
"You should not have done that."
Castiel cupped a hand on Sam's forearm, and Meg threw back her head and screamed, the black smoke billowing out of her mouth.
Sam fell back, and I landed on the floor heavily.
Castiel picked me up by the lapels of my jacket.
"Thanks," I choked out.
Sam wobbled, still on the floor, grabbing his arm in pain.
"Sammy?"
Sam looked at Dean.
"Did I miss anything?"
Dean reared back and punched him in the face.
~Supernatural~
"What do you mean, you only have one room free?" Dean fumed.
The manager blinked nervously.
"I'm sorry, sir. Everything else is full."
"Damn it," Dean grabbed his backpack and stormed off.
We followed more slowly.
"Odette?"
I glanced at Sam.
"I'm so sorry, I was trying so hard to get control, but…."
"It's okay, Sam," I smiled thinly. "Wasn't your fault."
"What the demon said….."
I stiffened.
"You don't want to know, Sam. Trust me."
…
"Sorry, Odette," Sam looked at me apologetically. "I'd share, but…"
He pointed at his feet sheepishly, which were hanging off the narrow bed.
Dean shuffled out of the bathroom, freezing as he saw the situation.
He groaned, burrowing to the side of his bed.
"Kick me in your sleep, kid, and I will end you," Dean warned with a glare, rolling to the side.
I resisted the urge to gulp as I slid in.
Hours passed.
Sleep wouldn't come.
Sam was fast asleep in the other bed, and I presumed Dean was too.
Meg's words pounded in my head.
You couldn't save them, Odette.
Secrets and lies.
That's all you'll ever have.
I couldn't take it anymore, and I rolled out of bed as quietly as possible.
Dean's arm shot out and stopped me.
"And just where do you think you're going?" He asked testily.
I flinched.
"Did I wake you?"
Dean snorted.
"Stop changing the subject."
I curled into a ball on the bed.
"I couldn't sleep, uh, I was…. too…..."
I didn't finish.
Dean grumbled slightly, sliding onto his back.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with Meg, would it?"
I pressed my lips together.
"It might," I said in a small voice, ducking my head.
I squeaked in surprise as Dean pulled me back on the pillow.
"Go to sleep, Bambi. I won't let anything get you."
Dean was right.
Nothing did.