Amie stood next to Dean, looking up at him, slightly worried.
"You know that guy I shot back there?" Dean said quietly. "There was a person in there."
"Dean," Amie said softly. "You had no choice."
"Yeah, I know. It's not that which bothers me," Dean said, Sam now walking over to join you. "Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't even hesitate, didn't even flinch. For you, my family, the things I'm willing to do. It just uh… scares me sometimes," Dean muttered, looking around cautiously. Amie nodded, then wrapped her arms around him silently.
"It shouldn't," John said from the doorway, making Amie jump. "You did good."
"You're not mad?" Dean asked, wrapping an arm around Amie, who looked confused.
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you - you watch out over this family. You always have. Now you've got a girl too, Dean. A nice girl. You've done so well."
"Thanks," he said, but Amie didn't take her eyes off of John. This wasn't like him… was it? Amie wasn't sure if she really knew him well enough to comment… she only had the assumptions she had made from the stories and short encounters she had had with him.
John kept his eyes locked on her as well, until the lights started flickering, and the wind outside started to beat the house forcefully.
"It's found us. It's here," John said, looking out of the window. "Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door."
"I already have," Sam said confidently.
"Well, check it, okay?" Sam hurried off. "Amie, go get ours guns."
"They're useless," she muttered, letting go of Dean and walking over to John's side, looking out of the window as well.
"Now, Amie!"
"I'm telling you, they do nothing! You should know this!"
"I know more than you Amie. Just do as your told!"
"I'm not your soldier, I don't take orders," she hissed. John turned around and glared at her, then in one swift movement slapped her across the hard across the face.
"You are not part of this family."
Dean ran over, standing in front of Amie protectively. "You sure as hell ain't my Dad. See, my Dad would never strike a woman. And, come to think of it, he wouldn't be proud of me."
"What?" He asked.
"He wouldn't be proud. He'd kill me for wasting a bullet. So who the hell are you?"
"Dean, this is ridiculous. Just give me the gun." Dean aimed it at John.
"I know my Dad better than anyone, and you ain't him."
"What the hell's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Dean muttered. John moved forwards, reaching for the gun. "Stay back," Dean warned.
Suddenly Sam came in to the room, stopping when he saw the three in a tense stand off.
"Dean? What the hell's going on?" Sam asked.
"Your brother's lost his mind, that's what's going on."
"He's not Dad," Dean said gruffly.
"What?"
"He's possessed. I think he has been since we rescued him," Dean said, beginning to grow upset.
"Dean, how do you know?"
"He's just… different. Can you come get Amie?"
Sam walked cautiously over, then held his hand out for Amie. She darted out from behind Dean, clutching onto Sam's large warm hand.
"What? You know we don't have time for this. Sam, if you wanna kill this demon, you've got to trust me," John said sternly.
Sam stood, looking between John and Dean. "No. Dean's right."
John chuckled coldly. "Fine. You're both so sure, go ahead and kill me," he said, looking down at the floor. Amie watched Dean intently, who gripped the gun tightly, his hand shaking slightly.
He didn't pull the trigger.
"I thought so," John said in a voice that wasn't his own, looking up. His eyes were a disgusting yellow, and Amie knew straight away that Dean should have just pulled the trigger.
Suddenly all three of them flew through the air backwards, and were pinned to the walls. Dean dropped the colt, and the demon picked it up.
Amie and Sam struggled, but were unable to move. Amie carried on struggling, barely listening to the demon as he confessed to being Mary's murderer.
Suddenly she heard something that caught her attention and sent chills down her back."Your Dad - he's in here with me. He says hi by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood," the demon snarled at Dean who was helplessly pinned to the wall.
"Don't you dare!" Amie exclaimed. "Don't you dare hurt him!"
"Shut up you whore, don't mess in things you don't understand. You see, this is just justice. That demon you exorcised? That was my girl."
"Who, Meg?"
"That boy in the alley? That was my boy. How would you like it if I killed your family? Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did."
"You son of a bitch."
"Why did you do it?" Sam asked suddenly.
"You mean why did I kill Mummy and pretty little Jess?" John turned back to Dean maliciously. "You know, he never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. He'd been shopping for a ring and everything."
He turned back to Sam, who looked as if he was in agony. Amie realised it was from thinking of Jess. "You wanna know why? Because they got in the way. I was gonna kill sweet little Amie here, too, but only so I collected the whole set of Winchester women. But this time," he snarled, looking back it Dean. "I'll kill her nice and slow. So she can feel it, feel me killing her. So you can watch me drain the life from her."
Sam interrupted as Dean shouted curses at the demon angrily. "They got in the way of what?"
"My plans for you, Sammy. And all my children like you," the demon smiled manically.
"Anyway, back to you sonny," he chimed, staring at Dean
Suddenly Dean cried out in pain, blood spreading across his shirt, soaking his chest. "No!" Amie cried, beginning to struggle furiously.
"Dad," Dean pleaded, already weak. "Dad, don't you let it kill me!"
The demon looked at him again, and Dean cried out even louder.
"Dean!" Amie shrieked, as Sam cried out, "Dean, no!"
Dean choked as dark red blood trailed out of his mouth. He made one final, desperate plea; "Dad. Please."
Dean closed his eyes and slumped the ground.
"Dean!" Sam called as Amie began crying uncontrollably.
Suddenly John's clear, low voice came through his own lips again. "Stop."
Amie and Sam were released, and they fell to the floor. "Stop it."
Amie skidded over to Dean's side, desperately trying to stop the blood flow, as Dean's heart pumped more and more blood out of him each second.
Sam and John argued, and Amie could hear it distantly, but she was too preoccupied trying to stop Dean's blood from escaping his body. She pushed a loose strand of her brown hair out of her face, smearing blood on her forehead and hair. Being covered in her love's blood made her feel sick, she couldn't bare it. She clenched her teeth, determined to keep him with her. Suddenly Dean awoke, opening his eyes widely, and Amie sighed in relief.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy too," the demon snarled, making both Amie and Dean look up for Sam's next move.
"Sam, don't do it," Dean pleaded in a broken voice. Sam didn't shoot, staring at his father's face defiantly.
A cloud of black smoke poured out of John's mouth, then disappeared through the floorboards. All of the work John had done that past year, everything he had worked towards his entire life, disappeared with it.
John looked up at Sam accusingly, while Dean relaxed in Amie's arms.
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"It's okay, shhh," Amie hushed, placing her cardigan on Dean's injury. He winced.
"Shouldn't you - be wearing a seatbelt?" He asked, gasping in pain. They were sat in the back of the Impala as they drove down a long, dark road. The occasional bump threw Amie off balance, but she refused to pay attention to her own safety. She had to help Dean.
"You're more important," Amie smiled soothingly, looking into Dean's eyes lovingly. He looked like he was going to pass out, and Amie worried that this may be the last thing he ever sees.
"Amie, ah, I'm okay," he said, his words slurring together lazily.
"Shhh," she whispered as Sam and John argued loudly in the front. "Just stay quiet. I'll get this patched up back at the hotel."
"You're the best Amie," he whispered adoringly. "Dunno what I'd do without you."
"Crash and burn," she smiled, perching on the edge of the car seat and pressing her lips softly to his cheek.
Suddenly there was a crunch. A cry. Someone flew across the car, as glass fell everywhere, scraping cheeks and arms, any flesh that it could reach. Everything turned upside down.
Then the world stopped spinning.