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Someone was shaking me. Someone was pushing me and mumbling something like words. I flickered my eyes open but the light was too bright the first time. I lifted my left hand up to cover my eyes and a pain shot up my arm.

"What the fu-?" I wined as I opened my eyes fully to look at my wrist. It was broken, I could see the bone bent in all the wrong angles. As I looked at my wrist I remembered the ghost literally squeezing the life out of me.

"Hey, hey can you hear me?" Dean asked pushing me again. I growled and looked at him with an annoyed expression on my face.

"Yeah, I can hear you. My wrist is broken." I wined as he helped me to my feet. I felt a little dizzy and fell into Dean. He wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me to the bed. I collapsed onto my back and closed my eyes again. "Took you long enough." I sighed and herd Dean laugh softly.

"Blame Sam." Dean said as someone walked in. They smelt familiar, Sam? Did he say Sam?, I sat up and watched Sam Winchester walk through the door. I just sat there staring at him in shock. All the dots crashing together in my mind.

"Hey Dean where's the girl, is she ok?" Sam asked with his back to me. Dean pointed over his brothers shoulder to me.

"She's pissed you took so long to dig up the bones." Dean joked and walked out the room with a bag. Sam turned and stared at me, I just looked back at him. Slowly a smile crossed his face and he bobbed down and hugged me.

"Are you ok?" He whispered as we hugged.

"Better now I got a hug." I joked as he pulled away. He took my wrist and looked at it. "It'll heal by morning." I said with a smile.

"You never called, I thought something had happened to you." Sam said softly.

"I was busy." I said softly. Hunting down your bitch demon Ruby.

"So we have to protect you?" Sam said laughing. "I remember how much you love someone helping you out." I laughed and smiled.

"I've changed. Ask your brother, I only pointed a gun at him once." I said with a laugh.

"So you've met Dean then." Sam said shaking his head.

"Oh yeah. How'd you get him out? I've never herd of it before." I said with a soft smile.

"Castiel did it. His guardian angel." Sam said standing up, he looked deflated by the face an angel bust Dean out of hell. I looked up at him and shrugged my shoulders.

"Least he's alive." I said holding up my right hand so Sam could help me up. I was still a little dizzy but made it over to my bags and grabbed them. Putting one on my back and holding the other in my hand as I turned to Sam.

"Yeah." Sam said smiling as Dean walked in and looked confused.

"What?" Dean asked looking scared. We were both just stood smiling at Dean.

"Nothing." I said with a smile and walked past him. Sam laughed and followed me out.

"So where you guys heading?" I asked walking over to my Camaro. I was still dizzy but I was confident as soon as I started to drive it would wear off.

"WE, are going to see a hunter friend of ours." Dean said grabbing the bag out of my hand. I raised an eyebrow and watched him stand his ground.

"Oh are WE?" I said taking my bag back. Sam knew what was about to happen and took a step away from us.

"Yes." Dean said taking back my bag. "Castiel said you need to stay with us to be safe. This means we go where me and Sam need to go to stop seals from breaking." Dean said plainly. I folded my arms over my chest and smiled.

"I'm not leaving my baby here." I said leaning on my Camaro.

"Well you can't drive it." Dean said pointing to my wrist.

"I'm not leaving it!" I shouted.

"It's a pile of rust anyway, bet it wouldn't even keep up with my baby." Dean said throwing his thumb backwards.

"Please! This machine could out run anything someone like you would drive!" I taunted shaking my head as we glared at each other.

"Someone like me? What's that's suppose to mean?" Dean asked annoyed at me. We glared at each other for a few seconds until my phone rang. I glared and answered the phone refusing to take my eyes off of Dean. We were having a stare down and I refused to back down.

"Megan, it's Bobby. I can't really talk but there are two hunters in town. They are good guys. I've worked with them before." Bobby said sounding rushed.

"Thanks Bobby, I think I've run into them but the case is over now." I replied glaring at Dean still.

"Good. Do you want another case?" Bobby asked and something in my gut kicked in. A feeling that I shouldn't leave Dean and Sam just yet.

"Not this time." I said and we hung up. I stood glaring at Dean until a small smile crossed his face.

"You know your hot when you look like that." He said with a cheeky smile. I growled and shook my head.

"Jerk! Look I ain't leaving my baby. So either you drive it or Sam." I said holding up the keys. Dean turned to Sam and passed him my bag.

"Tag," Dean said laughing sarcastically. "You're it." He said and walked over to the Impala I knew Sam drove before. Sam smiled at me as we climbed in the car.

"You guys are too alike." He said starting the car.

"Whatever. I'm not like that!" I joked as the car started and "Back In Black" started on the radio. Sam laughed louder and we set off.


It was full moon. My heart was racing, so fast so fast it was in my ears. It was all I could hear. Thud after Thud. I took a deep breath, I could taste the fresh cold air, smell the demon running in front of me. I was a leap away from him. This really wasn't hunting, more like playing. I was playing with the demon, I could take him any time I wanted to. My heart thud again and I leapt into the air and landed on the demon. He was all mine. I growled and ripped at his throat, my claws making quick clean cuts in his neck. Instantly the demon poured out of the wounds. I lowered my face and wrapped my lips over the wound. The rush. The rush is amazing! The power, the lust, the hunger goes. I am free from the hunger. It may only last a few minutes, but for those minutes I feel normal again. Something started to hit me. A pole hit me. I turned my head and saw a man hitting me, shouting, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. I tried to grab the pole but he moved it. I growled but he wouldn't move, he pulled a gun, started to shoot. It hurt, a lot. The rage boiled inside of me until the last bullet hit me. I couldn't take it, the pain and anger merged into an uncontrollable rage. I leapt on the man teeth and claws ready to rip him apart piece by piece. The blood splashed in my mouth and the rich taste filled my sense.

"Holy Crap!" I said shooting up in a cold sweat. The car swerved and pulled to a stop. My heart was racing and I felt sick. Actually sick. I opened my door and rushed to the nearest bush and emptied my guts out. I walked back to the car and saw Sam looking worried.

"Are you ok?" He asked as I got in. I just nodded and grabbed a bottle of water from the back of the car and swilled my mouth out.

"Just a bad dream." I finally said after taking several deep breathes. "A lot's happened Sam in the last six months." I said looking dead ahead. I felt empty and cold inside. The dreams always left me with the same hallow feeling.

"You want to talk about it?" Sam asked putting a hand on my shoulder and sounding genuinely concerned. I blinked out of the memory of the dream.

"No." I said and turned to Sam. "No I don't want to talk about it." I said coldly. Sam looked at me worried and then nodded slowly. "We should get going, Dean will wonder what has happened to us." I said in a cold tone. Sam just nodded and started the car.