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The drive to what I found out to be Bobby's house was horrible. The dream had put me in a fowl mood and I just didn't want to talk. Sam kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something but just sighed each time instead. I wanted to talk to Sam, explain that things had gotten much worse for me since he left but there was a fear. A fear of how he would look at me, if he would just treat me like a monster, like the monster I was. I thought about asking him to kill me, but then I couldn't do it, so why should I ask him to. About mid-morning we pulled up in Bobby's garden. I climbed out the car and walked to the boot to grab my bags. My wrist was tender but nearly healed. I grabbed my bags and slammed the trunk. Sam watched me drag myself to the front of the car. I just was cranky and needed some space.
"Here, let me help." Sam said trying to help me out.
"I got it." I said in a grumpy voice and walked over to Dean who had just got out of his car.
"You look like crap." Dean said and I simply sighed. I was getting annoyed faster then usual and decided it would be best to try and keep to myself at Bobby's. Sam followed and passed me my keys and we made our way into the house. The house was a mess like ever other time I had seen it. We walked in and was met by a slightly panicky Bobby.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked as we dropped our bags by the sofa in the living room. Bobby started to pace up and down shaking his head. I'd never seen Bobby like that before and it threw me.
"An old hunting friend, Olivia, I can't get hold of her... I'm worried, it's not like her to ignore my calls." Bobby said sighing and wiping his beard.
"I'm sure she'll just be on a job or something." Sam said comfortingly. Bobby stopped pacing and looked at Sam with anger and frustration on his face.
"Don't be stupid boy, I'd know if she was off hunting." He said and noticed me stood there. "Megan! How did you get here?"
"They kidnapped me." I said pointing to Dean and shrugged my shoulders. "Something to do with angels." I mumbled. Bobby looked at Dean waiting for an explanation.
"Hey all I know is Castiel said we'd need her." Dean said defensively. Bobby shrugged his shoulders and grunted.
"Well I guess you guys came here for a reason." Bobby said walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah, we were wondering if we could look at your books about angels..." Dean said as we all trooped into the kitchen. "But we can go check on your friend first." Dean said leaning against a fridge.
Two hours later and stuffed in the back of Dean's Impala we pulled into Olivia's drive. Bobby was really worried, it was nice to know even hard ass hunters cared. We climbed out and walked up to the door. As we reached the door I smelt blood, lots of human blood. The smell gave me a rush and I shivered, the smell was too tempting to me; I still hadn't got enough control to trust myself around human blood again. I pulled on Sam's sleeve like a child trying to get his attention without getting everyone else's.
"There's blood. A lot of human blood." I said softly as Bobby and Dean walked in. "I... I can't go in." I said turning away from the door. "I'll check out round here." I added.
"Ok." Sam said sounding confused. I walked down the path and took a look around, nothing looked or smelt out of place. The whole area seemed clear to me. I waited by the Impala until the guys came back out. Bobby was already on the phone to someone else and Dean and Sam looked confused.
"The area is clean." I said standing up off the Impala.
"Olivia is dead. Bobby is calling some other hunters he knows to see if they are ok." Dean said and glanced at Sam before getting in the car.
"What?" I asked as Sam stood next to me.
"What's up with you and blood?" Sam asked looking down at me with big green eyes. It was a puppy dog look and made me feel guilty for keeping things from him.
"I... my werewolf side is a little crazy right now." I said running a hand through my hair and waited for Sam to talk again.
"Is this to do with the dreams?" Sam asked pushing the topic softly. I sighed and looked up at him.
"Leave it, please?" I begged and Sam nodded. Bobby walked up to and passed us some paper with an address on it.
"You check on Jed, I'm going to check on another person who isn't picking up." Bobby said sounding preoccupied.
"Will do." Sam said and sighed.
"Be safe." I shouted as Bobby walked off. We climbed into the car and drove to the next address. When we reached Jed's house it was just the same. The smell of blood was over powering, whatever the ghost had done to Jed it was bloody. I was lent against the Impala while the guys checked it out. Dean walked out talking on the phone.
"Hey Bobby, yeah he's dead too." Dean said walking round to get in the drivers seat.
"Damn it, I've checked on two other hunters in the area and they are both dead too." Bobby replied sounding tired.
"Whatever are yanking the hunters are violent. I've never seen anything like this." Dean said as he motioned to Sam that the other hunters were dead. Sam nodded and climbed in the car. I walked round and climbed in too.
"We need to stick together, best bet is you guys come back to mine pronto." Bobby said.
"Sure thing Bobby." Dean said and hung up.
"So what's the plan?" Sam asked as Dean started the engine, revving it a few times.
"We head back to Bobby's and try and figure out what is killing all these hunters." Dean said driving off.
The boys took it in turn to drive since Dean didn't believe that my wrist was nearly healed, he didn't want to risk crashing his baby. I sniggered at him when he said it, at which he glared at me for ten minutes. We'd been driving nearly all night when Sam pulled into a gas station and filled the Impala up. Dean was fast asleep in the front and I was sat in the back just day dreaming. Sam nodded that he needed the rest room and walked off. A few minutes later it started to get ice cold, I noticed my breathe and Dean's. Something wasn't right, I poked Dean in the back to wake him up.
"What?" He grumbled opening his eyes.
"Dean, it's cold." I said as he turned to me. He rubbed his eyes and blinked as he looked at me.
"Yeah, I noticed. That why you woke me?" He yawned and then noticed his own breathe. He jumped out the car and ran to the boot. "Where's Sammy?" He shouted getting a shot gun.
"Rest room!" I shouted back as he ran off. A herd a shot and got out of the car with my gun in hand. Dean and Sam appeared out of the rest room, Dean holding Sam up. Sam looked worse for wear. I rushed over and helped Sam back to the car.
"What the hell happened?" I asked as we put Sam in the car, he'd had seven bells of crap beat out of him.
"Ghost's. Ghost's are hunting the hunters." Dean said and rushed into the car. I jumped in the back and we drove off.
"How can ghost's do so much damage?" I asked as Dean got his phone out.
"This ghost was pissed. He was out of blood." Sam said as I passed him a tissue to press against a cut on his face.
"Smells like he got it." I said softly. "I've never herd of anything like this." I said shaking my head.
"Yeah well he was pissed we got him killed." Sam sighed holding his head.
"You ok Sammy? How many fingers am I holding up?" Dean asked as he drove.
"None Dean. I'm fine, just beat up." Sam said softly.
"Hendrickson though, why?" Dean said as he put his phone to his ear.
"Revenge, we got him killed." Sam said sounding guilty.
"Sam," Dean said putting his phone away. "Stop right there, whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now. I can't get a hold of Bobby, so if your not thinking answers don't think at all." Dean snapped and the car went silent.
By sun rise we had reached Bobby's. The place looked deserted. We all grabbed shot guns with salt rounds and made our way inside. I hoped Bobby was still alive and took the fact I couldn't smell blood as a good sign. Of course there were ways to die without blood loss.
"Bobby!" Dean shouted/whispered as we burst in. The door was unlocked and the place looked more of a mess than usual. We walked around downstairs looking for clues until Dean clicked his fingers and pointed to an iron poker on the floor by the stairs.
"I'll go," Dean whispered pointing upstairs. "You check outside," He said to Sam, "You check round here." He said to me and went up the stairs.
The house was massive and because the place was silent it felt creepy. I held the gun up and made my way through the library, living room and into the kitchen. Apart from books and papers scattered everywhere I couldn't find any sign of Bobby. I could hear Sam shouting faintly in the distance for Bobby and then door's banged upstairs.
"Come out, come out whoever you are." Dean joked as he walked above me. I was walking around the kitchen when I felt the air get colder, I saw my breathe and knew it was a bad sign. I turned around and saw the guy I had killed.
"Hello Megan, bet you don't even know my name do ya?" He said stood in a dirty white shirt and black trousers. At his neck a thick dark red stain trailed down onto his shoulder and mixed into the dirt on the shirt. I cocked the gun and aimed at him as his image flickered in front of me.
"I don't need to know." I said calmly. I knew I should have just shot him and found the others but a part of me froze. Looking my victim in the eyes wasn't something I ever thought I would have to face.
"Yes you do." He said walking towards me. "You need to know who you killed, bitch!" He said and waved his hand sending my gun out of reached. I stood perfectly still, utterly focused on the man. "My name is Joseph Seymour! JOSEPH SEYMOUR!" He screamed at me making me jump a little.
"I... I didn't mean to kill you." I said taking a step back. My mind was racing, flashbacks of killing him jumped into my mind.
"But you did, you ripped me to shreds and sucked me dry." He said and backhanded my face, I dropped to my knee's clutching my cheek. The ghost packed a hell of a punch. For a split second I thought when did ghosts get so freaking strong?
"I'm... I'm sorry." I said looking up at him, I was begging with him to understand just how sorry I was. "I never... I just... oh god you don't know who sorry I am." The emotion in my voice breaking my words into nothing more then muttering whimpers.
"Sorry? Sorry you killed me or sorry for what it did to my family?" He shouted getting in my face. A tears fell down my cheek as I coward away from him and his words.
"I didn't know. You were attacking me, shooting me." I said crying almost uncontrollably.
"You are a monster! You were ripping my friend to shreds, then..." Joseph looked away for a second. "You leap on me, torn me apart. And all I could think about was my family, my wife and little boy." Joseph looked at me again and punched me so I landed on the floor. I could taste the blood in my mouth. I knew I deserved it all, every blow. "You bitch! You Monster! You took me away from my family, now my son will never know who his daddy was!" Joseph growled punching me again and again. I didn't fight back. I just let him hit me. This was what I was searching for all along. Redemption, penance for my sins, there was no way I could fight it. A shot rang out and Joseph disappeared. I looked up and saw Dean stood there with my shotgun in his hands. I was almost shaking, as I spat some blood out of my mouth onto the floor.
"Thanks," I said getting up, the word came out broke and scared, just like I was feeling. Dean passed me back the gun without showing any emotion. I wasn't sure how much he had herd. "I..." I tried to speak but the guilt of killing someone, now knowing who he was and that he had a family, it was too much for me. I had thought I wanted to die before, now it was crystal clear in my head.
"Let's just get these son's of bitch's back to where they belong." Dean said picking up on the feelings I had I think. I nodded and fallowed him out of the kitchen.
We were sat in the library re-loading. Sam had found Bobby and he was ok, shaken up like the rest of us, but ok. Dean was sat on a sofa loading a gun, Bobby was looking through books and Sam was pacing around. I was simply watching everything, thinking about to everything Joseph had said about me.
"So there are all people we know?" Sam asked pacing impatiently
"Not just people we know, people we couldn't save." Dean said cleaning his gun. Bobby looked at Dean distraught. "Hey I saw something on Meg, did she have a tattoo when she was alive?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"Hmm I don't think so." Sam said slightly confused.
"A mark on her hand, almost like a brand." Dean said waving his fingers over his hand.
"I saw a mark too on Hendrickson." Sam said.
"What it look like?" Bobby asked looking like he an idea what was happening.
"You got any paper?" Sam asked and Bobby passed him a pad. Sam sketched a weird symbol.
"Joseph had that too." I admitted softly, Dean glanced at me and held my gaze for a few seconds.
"I've seen this before." Bobby said just before there was a bang. "We gotta move." Bobby said passing me some books while Dean and Sam grabbed the guns to cover us.
"Where we going?" Sam asked as the radio and TV started to make static noise's. We all knew that was a bad sign.
"Some place safe, you eijet!" Bobby said walking off. We followed him down into the basement where there was a dark corridor which led to a massive iron door. Bobby opened the door and turned the lights on. It was covered with devil traps from head to toe. Sam and Dean walked in and I hesitated. You're a Monster Joseph's words rang out in my head. Bobby looked at me confused and I just nodded.
"I don't like being enclosed." I said and walked in holding my breath. The guys where looking around and I just lent against a wall. Sam walked up to the wall.
"Bobby is this?" Sam asked knocking on it.
"Solid iron, completely coated in salt 100% ghost proof." Bobby said looking around.
"You built a panic room?" Sam asked sounding surprised.
"I had a weekend off." Bobby said looking like it was the natural thing to do. I let out a small giggle and Bobby and Sam looked at me confused.
"Sorry." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Bobby," Dean asked picking up a AK47 and looking worried. "You're awesome!" Dean said with a smile crossing his face. Everyone just laughed.
We started reading books trying to find the symbol. Bobby sat at his desk, Sam and Dean sat at another table making salt pelts and I sat on the floor. The room was silent apart from the fan above twirling around.
"See this is why I can't get behind God," Dean said pushing rock salt into a shell.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked as we watched the brothers talk.
"If he doesn't exist, fine bad crap happens to good people, that's how it is. No rhythm or reason, just random horrible evil, I get it. I can roll with that. But if he is out there, what's wrong with him? Where the hell is he while all these decent people are being torn to shreds? How does he live with himself, why doesn't he help them?" Dean said making more shells. Sam turned to me and Bobby and I turned to Bobby.
"I ain't touching this one, with a ten foot pole." Bobby said nervously. "Found it." He said tapping a book.
"What?" Sam asked as the pair got up and walked over to Bobby. I followed and Dean moved so I could see the book.
"The symbol you saw, the brand on the ghosts, mark of the witness." Bobby said reading from the book.
"Witness? Witness to what?" Sam asked confused.
"Evil. The ghost's died in an supernatural manner, they were witnesses to evil supernatural creatures." I said and Bobby nodded at me looking impressed.
"See these ghost's were forced to rise, they woke up in agony, their like rabid dogs. It ain't their fault someone rose them. On purpose." Bobby explained.
"Who?" Sam asked and Bobby shrugged his shoulders.
"Do I look like I know?" Bobby asked and I stifled a giggle. "But whoever it was used a spell so powerful it left a mark on their souls. Whoever did this has big plans, it's called the rising of the witnesses, it figures into an ancient prophecy."
"Wait wait wait, what book is that prophecy from?" Dean asked from my side.
"The widely distributed version is for tourists, but you know, long story short, revelations." Bobby answered, we all looked confused. "This is a sign."
"A sign of what?" The guys asked at the same time.
"The apocalypse." Bobby said sighing and falling back into his chair.
"So what this is another seal?" I asked looking at Dean who looked confused.
"Seal?" He asked, I turned to Bobby and he shrugged his shoulders too.
"I've known since I came to America the Apocalypse is coming. These last three weeks or so seals, er signs like this are being broken all around America. Surely you've noticed?" I said getting blank faces for a reaction.
"Seal's for what?" Sam asked folding his arms over his chest.
"Seals are the locks keeping, er..." I pointed to the floor. "Him down there." I said looking down.
"The devil?" Dean asked almost laughing.
"Yeah, well so it goes. When all 66 seal's are broken... he walks free up here." I sighed. Sam looked at me in disbelief. Bobby was listening very carefully and Dean looked like he didn't believe me. "Ruby should know about this, she's a demon. The demon's are where I'm getting the info from." I said leaning against the wall. Everyone turned to Sam.
"I haven't seen Ruby in months." Sam lied, he smelt like a lie. Why would he lie to his brother and Bobby? I thought as he gave me a quick nervous look.
"Well whatever this is, we need to plan what to do next." Bobby said.
"Road trip," Dean said walking away from us. "Grand Canyon, Star Trek experience," Dean clapped his hands and pointed to Sam. "Bunny Ranch!"
"First things first, how bout we survive our friends out there." Bobby said calmly.
"Great any ideas apart from staying in this room until Judgement Day?" Dean asked sounding pissed. Bobby nodded and tapped his books.
"It's a spell, to send the witnesses back to rest. Should work." Bobby said.
"Should?" Sam and I said at the same time. "Great." Sam added sarcastically.
"If I translated it correctly. I think I got everything we need here at the house." Bobby said looking at us.
"Any chance you got everything we need here in this room?" Dean asked looking hopeful.
"You thought our luck was going to start now all of a sudden?" Bobby replied sarcastically. He got up and walked over to the guns. "Spells gotta be cast over an open fire."
"Fire place in the library." Sam said sighing.
"Bingo." Bobby said. Dean looked stressed and annoyed.
"This is not as appealing as a ghost proof panic room, you know." Dean said looking around. Sam nodded letting out a deep breath.
"Baby." I said passing him a gun.
"I'm not a baby, I just like living." Dean said cocking the gun.
