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Where We Belong
He walked over to me and smiled down at me, it was the same big brother smile he used when I was younger. The same way he acted when he was hiding something from our parents and he knew I could talk at any time.
"Geth... I thought. How?" I asked as I hugged him, I was so relieved he was alive and not too banged up. He hugged back and then stood back looking at me.
"Damn, when did you get so... hot? Sis you were a nerd when you left." Gethin said then looked at Dean. "This your guy?" He asked as if nothing bad had happened. God he doesn't know. How can I tell him about the family? I thought as Dean and Gethin shook hands.
"Dean Winchester, I'm just a hunter friend." Dean said and then looked at me. Geth nodded and then turned back to me.
"Geth, how'd you get here? Last I herd you were back home." I said confused. Gethin let out one of his rich laughs he did when he was hiding something.
"Sis, so many questions. Can't you just be happy I'm here?" He asked and lent against a counter. Dean took this as a queue to leave. As Dean walked out Gethin lost the warm smile and the stone face I knew and loved appeared. I walked up to him with a bitter laugh.
"You son of a bitch. You know, don't you." I said leaning next to him on the counter. Gethin nodded.
"Found out about a month ago. Karl's dad called, said he buried them all, except you." Gethin said looking out to nothing. I turned to talk to him but noticed the blood running down his arm.
"Take your coat off, looks like you need stitches." I said walking over to the cupboard Bobby kept first aid stuff in. I pulled out the things I needed as Gethin took off his jacket and sat on a stool. I set things down on the table and started to clean the cut. "What happened?" I asked cleaning the cut and seeing some glass was still in it.
"Zombies, about five of them. They didn't want to stay dead." Gethin said wincing as I cleaned the wound. I pulled the piece of glass out and pressed on a bandage and placed the glass in the bin. I started to stitch Gethin up in silence.
"You hunting seals?" I asked as I started to stitch. Gethin pulled his arm away slightly.
"Jesus! I forgot how horrible you are at stitching people up." Gethin said whining. I glared at him and continued.
"It's not like I need to stitch anything up these days." I said softly.
"Oh yeah... I almost forgot, so when was the last time you stitched anyone up?" Gethin asked manning up and taking the stitches.
"Must of been nearly a year and a half ago now..." I said mindlessly.
A Year And A Half Ago...
"Damn it sit still or you're going to end up with one arm shorter than the other!" I said struggling to stitch up my best friend Karl. He was tall with short dark hair and blue eyes, he had a stubble beard and was a wimp when it came to being patched up. We had just attempted to hunt a ghost alone and we killed it, only the ghost threw Karl through the church window in the process. We had been hunting in secret for about three months, we were planning to go to America and investigate rumours about the apocalypse happening together. Both our families were hunters and his family knew my families dirty little secret.
"You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" Karl asked giving me the puppy dog face. I laughed and shook my head. He took another swig of the whiskey we got to clean the wound. I sighed and then looked into his eyes.
"Damn straight I would." I joked and finished sowing his arm up. I grabbed the bottle off him and took a swig before pouring some over his arm.
"Mother-" Karl started to say.
"Watch it!" I said interrupting him. Karl smiled sweetly and pulled me into a one arm hug.
"You're a star!" He said hugging.
"Yeah... sure. Idiot." I said laughing. Karl kept smiling at me, he lent down and kissed me softly on the lips. I smiled in the kiss before kissing him back. Karl pulled back and smiled at me.
"This life isn't so bad." He said and then pulled me onto him with one arm. I straddled him and smiled.
"I guess not." I said leaning in and kissing him again. Soon the kissing got more heated and we were taking each others tops off. Karl caught his arm and we stopped.
"Best be careful with it." He said and pulled me closer to him again kissing my neck.
Present Day
I finished Gethin's stitches in silence and then cleaned everything up. I was putting the stuff back in the cupboard when Sam walked in. Gethin watched Sam walk in and watched him silently.
"Sam, this is Gethin, my brother." I said and walked over to Gethin and pushed him. "Don't stare it rude." I said and Gethin grunted. He did not like Sam, I could tell by his body language although he did give a small smile towards Sam.
"So, you doing my baby sister?" Gethin asked and Sam nearly chocked. I turned to Gethin and glared. "Oh yeah, you must be." He said and gave me a grin.
"No, I'm not dating your sister." Sam said looking more embarrassed then any other time I'd seen him get this way.
"Don't worry it's Geth's lame attempt at humour." I said pushing my big brother. Sam gave a soft laugh and nodded. Geth smiled at Sam and then nudged me back, hard. It was his way of saying he wasn't joking and I knew he wasn't.
"Like Dean's then." Sam added with a smile.
"Oh yeah." I said sarcastically and lent against the counter next to Gethin.
"I came in to tell you, the guy you came in with is resting upstairs. He's ok, just cut up." Sam said softly.
"Thanks." Gethin said in a monotone. Sam nodded and walked out.
"You don't have to be so hard on him just because you don't like him." I said pushing myself away from the counter and walking in front of Geth. "And if it was ever your business, we aren't fucking." I said. Gethin stared at me and then shook his head.
"Then you want to." He said coldly.
"Screw you Geth." I said and turned to walk out of the kitchen. Bobby walked smiling.
"Hey Bobby." Geth said friendly and I turned to see my brothers reaction to Bobby.
"Gethin, you ok?" Bobby asked walking into the room. Gethin gave a warm smile and nodded.
"Baby sis patched me right up." Geth said nodding to me. Bobby stopped in his tracks and turned to me gob smacked.
"This is your brother?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah..." I sighed and looked at Gethin, he was enjoying all the confusion he was coursing.
"I didn't know honey, I would of told you he was ok sooner if I knew." Bobby said explaining himself. I walked over to him and gave him a soft smile.
"Bobby, it's fine. Least he's alive." I said and hugged Bobby. I glared at Gethin and watched him smile like an idiot at me. I pulled out of the hug and walked out of the room.
There was blood on the sofa from the other guy and a scent that was too familiar to shake. I fallowed the smell to the room the guy was in and opened the door slowly. I walked in without making any sound and smiled at the guy in the bed.
"Wow now this is what I call service." Karl said smiling at me from the bed. He looked rough but his smile burst through the pain. I smiled back and walked up to the side of the bed.
"Well what can I say, it's a perk of being a hunter." I said sitting in the chair next to the bed. I grabbed Karl's hand and held it softly running my thumb over his fingers. "See your still stupid enough to hunt with Geth." I said laughing.
"What can I say," Karl said smiling. "If I couldn't be near you, I had to be close to someone close to you." He said with sad eyes but a warm smile.
"So, you decided to search after seals after all." I said quickly washing over the topic of us. Karl let out a laugh then held his side. "You ok?" I asked worried.
"Yeah, probably just broken." He said and then shook his head. "Man this place is mad. I was expecting seals to be more... seal like, not so much with the monster's." Karl said smiling.
"Tell me about it. Just wait till you see the angels." I said half laughing.
"Angels?" Karl said softly.
"Oh yeah really mean sons of bitches." I said coldly thinking of Uriel. Karl squeezed my hand softly and I looked back at him.
"I'm sorry about your family." He said softly. I nodded. "Geth took it pretty hard."
"So did I." I said softly. I held my breath and fought the grief.
"Why did a demon want to kill them, it's not a seal, we checked." Karl said softly running his thumb over my hand. I looked at him and lied.
"I don't know." I said softly. I stood up and gave him a quick smile. "But I know you need your rest." I bent over and kissed his forehead. "Good to see you idiot." I said as I walked to the door.
"You too pain!" Karl said laughing best he could without hurting himself. That night we all just hung out and Geth got on with Dean. It wasn't a surprise although I wasn't sure it was a good idea. Sam was a little unsure around Geth and never wanted to be left alone with him, which Geth found hilarious. The next day Dean and Sam got a tip of a possible vampire attack. I talked to Dean for about an hour about if I should go or not and decided I needed to be with family for a while. I told them to call if they needed me.
A few day's later and I was sat in the kitchen with Karl laughing about the stuff we did when we were kids.
"Hey remember Mrs White-Stone?" Karl asked holding his glass of orange juice.
"Oh yeah!" I said laughing. "She was our music teacher, who thought we were both heathens who worked for the devil." I said laughing.
"Remember that Halloween I got dressed up as a devil worshipper and she flipped." Karl said laughing.
"Yeah, yeah she was screaming chasing you all around the class room and then down the hall; she was screaming 'children don't look!' over and over. All the other classes came out and saw you and were cheering you on." I said laughing so hard I nearly cried.
"Yeah, then they told my dad..." Karl said looking at the counter. "I still can't sit down right." I laughed and pushed him softly. "Hey, don't push me I'm injured." He whined.
"I don't remember you being hurt ever stopping you before." I said poking my tongue out at him. Karl smiled at me and lent closer. I moved closer until I herd Gethin coming I moved back and smiled as he walked in.
"You ready to leave yet?" Gethin asked walking in and sitting the other side of Karl.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Yeah. I'm ok." Karl replied like it was an usual question.
"Hey, you guy's can't leave. Not yet. Come on I've just found you again." I said standing up and looking at both of them.
"We've got demon's to hunt and seal to stop from breaking." Gethin said giving me the stone face. I laughed.
"Oh right." I said putting my hands on my hips. "And what do you think I'm doing?" I asked shaking my head.
"Oh I don't know, pining after some guy who isn't human. Fallowing him and his brother around like a puppy hoping if you stick around long enough you'll get to fuck him. Does that sound about right?" Gethin asked getting angry. I took in a breath and let it out.
"How about protecting the best bet earth's got of stopping the apocalypse. How about getting my insides put on the outside to protect him and then have my family killed just so I'd talk." I shouted. Karl looked at me shocked and then turned to Gethin who was still giving me the stone face.
"Yeah, getting our family killed. Good job there Meg. In fact why didn't I think of doing that?!" Gethin shouted getting to his feet.
"You think I wanted to get them killed?!" I asked getting in my brother's face.
"Actually yeah I do. You walked away from them, from us!" Gethin shouted pushing me backwards.
"Yeah! I left them! You walked the minutes you found out you weren't cursed!" I shouted pushing him back.
"They knew you blamed them for the curse! They knew how you felt about it!" Gethin shouted pushing me again. I cracked my neck and punched him in the face sending him to the floor.
"You don't know anything about this!" I growled and walked away. Karl shouted after me and caught up to me as I walked out of the front door.
"Megan, calm down." Karl begged as we walked. I slowed and then finally stopped turning to him. "That's better." He said with a smile.
"Look, what you saw, it's family stuff." I said shaking away the werewolf side of me. Karl nodded like he understood.
"I know," He said putting his arms around me. "But Geth, he needs someone to blame, and like it or not, it's you for today." Then he pulled me into a hug.
That night I was in my room when Gethin walked in locking the door behind it. I just watched him as he walked to the end of the bed and looked at me. I waited for him to speak but he didn't.
"Can I help you?" I asked looking blankly at him.
"You said a demon. I want its name." Gethin said plainly.
"And just what do you think your going to do with that Geth?"I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"I'm going to hunt it down and kill it Meg. That's what." Geth said coldly. I laughed standing up.
"Right," I said walking up to him. "You have no idea how strong he is. You will kill you like stepping on a twig." I said looking up to Gethin's face.
"I will kill him before he can kill me." Gethin said giving me the stone face.
"Listen to me for once in your life!" I shouted and then lifted up my top showing off the scars I still wore from Alistair. "See these? Well I got them when everyone died and they haven't fully healed." I dropped my top and glared at him. "You know how quick wolves heal, don't kid yourself. You will die if you go after him Geth." I said stepping away from him. Geth shook his head.
"I can't do nothing about this." He said shaking his head.
"No one is said you can't. You need to see you can't fight him though." I said leaning against the bed post.
"I need to find him, get revenge, something for what this bastard has done." Gethin said softly. I walked over to him and put my hand on his.
"We will make this right. But just not now. We will find Alistair and we will end him, together." I said looking up at him. Gethin opened his mouth to speak when my phone rang. I sighed and answered it.
"Hello?" I said turning my back on Gethin.
"Hey Megan, it's Sam, look we're in Rock Ridge Colorado and we've got a problem." Sam said sounding worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked confused. I herd Gethin unlock the door and walk out.
"Well, see Bobby was looking into something for us and..." Sam trailed off and I could hear Dean mumbling in the background.
"And what? Sam come on man, if some things wrong tell me." I said sighing.
"Dean's got ghost sickness. And well I need help since Dean's terrified of everything now." Sam sighed.
"Oh, oh that's not good. That's really bad. I mean Sam he could die, he'll have 24 hours tops. I'll leave now and call you when I get there." I said shaking my own head.
"Thanks, I didn't want to bug you about this, it's just... I need help." Sam said sounding like he was fighting back sounding upset. I hung up and rushed around grabbing my things. I wrote a not and left it for the guys, I wish I could of talked to them and not run out but Dean had 24 hours left unless we could stop the ghost sickness. I ran to my Camaro and revved her up and sped to Colorado.
I got there as fast as I could and met up with Sam. We walked into the motel room and found a clock smashed on the floor. Dean was sat on the sofa drinking.
"Everything all right?" Sam asked as we walked in.
"Oh damn, just peachy." Dean said being sarcastic. "Find anything?" He asked as we sat down.
"Yeah, Jess O'Brien's body of cremated. So we are pretty sure she is not our ghost." Sam said putting his feet up on the table. I sat down next to Dean and sighed.
"Good news is we brought more beer." I said with a small smile.
"Great." Dean said and sighed and started to scratch his arm.
"Hey," Sam said pushing Dean's feet. "Quit picking at that." Dean looked unimpressed and stopped scratching.
"Good, now I don't have to sit on you." I said smiling. Dean's face produced a wide smile.
"OH you can sit on me, I don't mind." He said with his cheeky school boy smile.
"Hey!" Sam interrupted before I could answer. "Megan came to help. She knows about this kind of stuff."
"Yeah and I bet this thing is just going to be a barrel of laughs." Dean said sarcastically again.
"Pretty much." I said plainly and grabbed his beer, drinking from it.
"Hey!" Dean whined.
"Aren't you afraid of catching it?" Sam asked confused. I put the beer back down on the table.
"I can't. The wonders of being supernatural." I said smiling. "Although, I'm not too sure if you can." I said looking at Sam.
"It's ok we worked out all the victims use fear as a weapon and so I should be ok." Sam said smugly as Dean mocked him.
"I wouldn't be too sure Sam, you scared many a demon." I said and Dean laughed and took a swig of beer.
"Well anyway we'll keep looking into this." Sam said and Dean began to chock on his beer. "You ok?"
"Dean?" I asked as he rushed up over to the sink and started to throw something up. We rushed over in time to see Dean cough up a wooden stone with carvings on it. Dean run it under cold water to clean it off.
"What the f-" Dean said looking at it. Sam looked in awe and spoke.
"We've been ignoring the biggest clue we have, you." Sam said.
"But I don't wanna be a clue." Dean said sounding like he was three. I had to smile to myself at how he sounded.
"The abrasions, this," He said pointing to the wooden stone thing. "It's the diseases trying to tell us something."
"Tells us what? Wood chips?" Dean asked sounding unconvinced.
"Exactly." Sam said and we both looked at Sam like he was crazy.
We drove to an old lumber mill outside of town. We got out and Dean looked scared, really scared. I walked up to his side as he looked at the mill. "I'm not going in there." He said.
"Do you really want to wait out here all alone instead?" I asked walking to the boot of the car with Sam. Dean looked at the place, then us, than back to the place and finally looked back to us like he was a three year old.
"Ok." he said not sounding sure at all. Sam popped the trunk and grabbed a few flash lights.
"Worked every time on Scooby-Doo." I whispered to Sam and he smiled at me. Dean grabbed a bottle and took a large swig of it.
"Let's do this!" He said sounding all macho and walked to the trunk. "It's a little spooky those isn't it." I glance at Sam with a raised eyebrow and he gave me the same look back. Sam grabbed a gun and passed it to Dean.
"Oh I'm not carrying that." Dean said backing away from the gun. Sam looked at him waiting for an explanation. "It could go off." Dean said sounding a little panicked. Dean smiled and went into the boot pulling out the flash light and holding it with both hands. "I'll man the flash light." He said smiling at us.
"You do that." Sam said fighting the urge to shout at his brother for being a wimp. We started to walk up to the mill.
"This isn't going to work." I said softly to Sam.
"I know." He replied.
"Did you guys hear something?" Dean asked worried and looking around.
"Dude it was the wind, I know your ill and all, but chill, really." I said as we walked up to the mill.
We walked in Sam with the shotgun, Dean with the light and me with a gun. Dean insisted he be in the middle, just in case. We walked in and Dean was already shaking, the EMF meter started to go off. Dean was holding Sam's arm. I looked at the pair and bit my lip so I didn't laugh. The pair noticed and Dean moved his hand.
"EMF's not going to work with me around is it?" Dean asked. Sam sighed.
"You don't say." He said putting it back into his pocket. "Come on." He said and we started to walk further into the mill.
"Look." I said and Dean jumped out of his skin. We bobbed down and looked at a piece of cloth with a ring under it. I picked it up and looked at it.
"To Frank love Jesse." I read.
"Frank O'Brien's ring." Sam said.
"What the hell was Frank doing here?" Dean asked.
"I have no idea." Sam said and we continued to search. The place got darker and Dean was sticking closer and closer to us. It was getting a little crowded. We herd a banging noise and fallowed it to a bunch of lockers. We found one locker where the noise was coming from. Sam reached for the handle as I aimed and mouthed 'on three' to us. Dean looked like he was about to wet himself.
"One...two...three!" Sam whispered and opened a locker to find a cat inside. Suddenly Dean began screaming like a little girl. We both turned to Dean and watched him scream his lungs out. Then he turned to us smiling.
"That was scary." He said sounding like he was three. Sam walked off and I shook my head as I walked past Dean chuckling to myself.
We continued searching the place with Dean glued to us. He was getting more scared by the second and it was starting to get on my nerves.
"Dude back up a little, haven't you herd of person space?" I asked as we crept round a corner.
"I'm scared." He said in his kids voice.
"I noticed, but we can't protect you if your glued to our side's." I said softly. Dean nodded and took a step back, only to be glued to us again as we entered an office. There was paper scattered all over the floor. Sam picked one up as we looked around. Dean saw something and went to look closer.
"Luther Garland," Sam said out loud looking at something. Dean bobbed down and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Hey, this is um, this is Frank's wife." Dean said unfolding a piece of paper he had in his jacket. We walked over and looked at the drawing of the woman and the photo.
"Plot thickens." Sam said looking.
"Yeah but into what?" Dean asked picking it up and ripping the corner. Suddenly machines sounded like they were starting up. Dean jumped searching around with his flash light. We looked around the room to see if we could find out what was making the machines start. Dean was froze to the spot pointing the light, Sam looked up and fallowed his gaze quickly fallowed by me. We saw a man stood in the corner with his back to us. He was tall big and bold, we raised our guns. Sam walked closer shouting at him. I kept aim until Dean pushed past me running out almost knocking me over.
"Watch it." I shouted as he ran off. Sam turned to me sighing. Then I noticed the guy turn around and had cuts all over his face, Sam turned and he charged. We both fired at him making him disappear. We ran back to see Dean hiding behind the Impala drinking.
"Guess we got the right place." Sam said holding up an ID badge. Dean was petrified.
We went to the sheriff's office and Sam asked for the Garland file. Apparently they were running the old FBI gig in town. I just pretended to be an adviser and kept my mouth shut as I didn't have a suit to wear. A young guy passed Sam the file and he read it. I read over his shoulder so to speak.
"Is he drunk?" The young guy behind the desk asked and we both turned round to Dean, who was swaying and then kicked and raised his thumb to us. Sam turned back round.
"No." Sam said plainly. I turned back round and gave the guy a warm smile. "It says here that Luther Garlands cause of death was physical trauma, what does that mean?"
"Guy died twenty years ago, before my time, sorry." The deputy answered.
"Then can we talk to the Sheriff?" Sam asked.
"He's out sick today." The deputy said softly.
"Well if you see him will you have him call us, we are staying at bluebird." Sam said closing the file. "Mind if I take this?" The deputy shook his head and we walked out. Dean looked so drunk it wasn't funny.
We read the file and thought we might find a link at a assisted living home. We walked around the corner and Dean jumped when an old lady was walking up with an iv drip.
"Bro, this isn't going to work. These badge's are fake what if we get busted we could go to jail." Dean said babbling.
"Dean, calm down. Deep breath ok?" Sam said doing the deep breath thing. Dean copied him and I lent against the wall. "You feel better?" Sam asked and Dean shook his head. "Just come on! Don't scratch." We walked into a dining room and found a man sat by himself. We walked up to him and it looked like we had woken him up.
"Mr Garland, I'm agent Tyler, this is agent Perry FBI and this is our consultant Miss Lopez." Sam said introducing us. "We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther."
"Let me see some ID." Mr Garland said and Dean panicked.
"Certainly." Sam said getting his badge out and motioning for Dean to do the same.
"I'm afraid I don't have any official identification to relate to my job sir." I said with a sweet smile. Mr Garland checked the boys badges out.
"Those are real." Dean said. "Obviously." Sam cleared his throat and Dean stopped talking. "I mean who would pretend to be an FBI agent huh? That's just nutty." Dean added before Sam kicked him.
"Don't worry sir, Agent Perry is new, not many people have asked to see his badge." I said smiling at Mr Garland, he gave me a quick smile and went back to checking the badge's out. He handed them back and sighed.
"What do you wanna know?" He asked.
"Well according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma." Sam said sitting down. I sat down too and Dean stood. Mr Garland let out a huff.
"You disagree?" I asked.
"Yes I do." Mr Garland said.
"Well then what would you call it?" Sam asked.
"Don't matter what an old man thinks." Mr Garland said looking at the table.
"Mr Garland," I said and he looked up at me. "All we wont is to find the truth, so please, tell us what you think." I said softly. He reached over to the name tag thing Sam found.
"Everyone was scared of Luther, they called him a monster. He was too big, too mean looking, just too...different. Didn't matter that he was the kindest man I knew. Didn't matter that he didn't hurt no one. Lot a people failed Luther, I was one of them. I was a widower with three young ones, and I told myself there was nothing I could do." Mr Garland was getting upset.
"Mr Garland, do you recognise this woman?" Sam asked passing him the drawing we found in the mill.
"It's Jesse O'Brien. He man Frank killed Luther." Mr Garland said matter of factly.
"How do you know that?" I asked leaning forward.
"Everybody knows, they just don't talk about it. Jesse was a receptionist at the mill, she was always real nice to Luther and he had a crush on her. Frank didn't like it. Then when Jesse went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old girl killed herself. But it didn't matter, Frank didn't know that," Mr Garland explained what he thought had happened. "They found Luther with a chain around his neck, he was dragged up and down the stretch out side that plant until he was past it."
"And O'Brien was never arrested?" Dean asked confused.
"Ask every cop in town. They all looked into Frank, he was the pillar of the community and my brother was just the town freak." Mr Garland said bitterly.
"You must of hated Frank O'Brien." Sam said.
"I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight, his wife had vanished, he was terrified. It's a damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but fear. Its spreads and it spreads." He said looking at Dean.
We walked out there and Dean started to rant again.
"Now I know what these are," He pointed to his wrist. "Road rash. And I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road."
"Makes sense," Sam said as we reached the car. "You're experiencing his death in slow motion."
"Yeah, well not slow enough. I say we burn some bones, get me healthy." Dean said unlocking the car.
"Dean it wont be that easy." I said stood next to Sam.
"No, no it'll be that easy." Dean said. "Why wouldn't it be that easy?" I looked away.
"Luther was road hogged. His body was ripped to pieces, it was probably scattered all over that road. There's no way we are going to find all the remains." Sam explained and Dean looked crushed.
"You're kidding me." Dean sighed.
"Look, we just have to figure something else out." Sam said looking at the folder in his hands rather than Dean.
"You know what, screw this!" Dean said walking away from the Impala.
"Whoa, whoa Dean come on." Sam said fallowing him.
"NO I mean Sam, what are we doing?" Dean asked looking lost.
"We are hunting a ghost." Sam answered plainly. I knew what was happening. Dean only had something like 6 hours left...he was losing it.
"A ghost exactly. Who does that?" Dean asked waving his arms around.
"Us." Sam said.
"And me." I added
"Us and her." Sam said pointing to me. I smiled.
"Us and her right. And that Sam that is why our lives suck. I mean come on, we hunt monster, what the hell? Normal people, they see a monster and run, but not us. No no no we search out things that want to kill us, or eat us! You know who does that? Crazy people! We are insane! And then there's the bad dinner food, and the scheming motel rooms and the truck stop waitress with the bizarre rash. I mean who wants this life Sam seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so. I drive too fast, I listen to the same five albums over and over and over and over again, and and and I sing along and I'm annoying I know that. And you, you're gassy." Dean said and Sam looked at me.
"It's true." I said holding back a laugh.
"You eat and you get toxic, you know what." Dean said tossing Sam the keys. "You can forget it." He said and walked off.
"Where will you go dean?" I asked watching him freak out big time.
"Stay away from me. I am done with the monsters and and and the hell hounds and the ghost sickness and the damn apocalypse. I'm out. I'm done. I quit." Dean said shaking his head and walking away. Sam let out a massive sigh and looked at me.
"I guess he's getting close to the dead stage now. Full on rants like that, people only say what they really think when they think they are about to die. Come on, we should try to find him, then a way to prevent the ghost sickness killing him." I said looking up at Sam.
We drove around the town looking for Dean but couldn't find him anywhere so we decided to go back to the motel. Sam opened the door and we walked in to find Dean sat on the bed looking terrified. Sam walked up to Dean.
"We looked everywhere for you Dean, how the hell did you get here?" He asked. I walked up and saw how Dean looked. I placed a hand on Sam's arm and he looked at me realising how bad Dean looked.
"Ran." Dean said looking like a three year old who had just watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Sam sighed and sat on the other bed and I stayed stood facing both of them. "What do we do now? I mean I've got less than four hours on the clock." Dean said softly. "I'm going to die Sammy." Dean said looking so sad.
"You're not going to die." Sam said softly looking into the distance but Dean started acting weird. "I wont let you go back." Sam said.
"Back?" Dean asked confused.
"Downstairs, hell. I've not had enough time with you." Sam said looking at Dean. "Truth is, I've really missed not having you around." Sam said and suddenly Dean got up and flung himself against the wall. I ran over to him and tried talking to him.
"Dean, Dean can you hear me?" I asked shaking him softly.
"No, you get out of my brother you evil son of a bitch!" Dean shouted from the wall.
"No one's possessing me Dean!" Sam said walking up to Dean. Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder and tried to shake him out of it too.
"He's hallucinating, I'm not sure what we can do." I said trying to pull him away from the wall but he was stronger than I expected.
"Hey, hey hey Dean!" Sam kept shouting and shaking him as I tried to pull him off.
"Dean stop being a douche and listen to us!" I shouted slapping him. Dean was panting and then started to look like he calmed down.
"Hey, hey you ok?" Sam asked letting go of Dean. He simply nodded.
"You sure?" I asked rubbing his arm softly.
"Yeah, yeah... I was just...um hallucinating." Dean said staring at Sam.
Sam had drove to meet Bobby to discuss a plan of attack. I was baby sitting Dean like always. We were sat watching TV and he was scratching his arm. Suddenly he changed the channel.
"And your reason for this is?" I asked turning round and seeing him scratching again.
"It's not helping." He said still scratching. I slapped his hand away and he looked at me hurt.
"Don't try the fake hurt look on me Winchester. Stop scratching or all tie you up." I said in an firm tone. A smile crossed Dean's face. "Even when your sick your still... what's the word?" I said struggling to describe Dean's nature.
"Horny?" He said and I laughed.
"Yeah that be the word I was searching for." I laughed.
"I can't help it. I was born this way." He joked and I laughing turning back to the TV. "Look you shouldn't have to baby sit me. We are meant to be protecting you." Dean said softly.
"Well lucky for you I can look after myself." I said to the TV.
"Yeah but.. look maybe you should call Sam and help him with whatever he's doing." Dean said scratching his arm again. I turned and went to hit him when his phone rang. He picked it up as my phone went off too. I looked at the text message.
"It's Bobby, we are at the old mill and could use your help. Tell Dean your going to grab some food or something we don't want to worry him. Bobby." I sighed and watch Dean hang up.
"Everything ok?" I asked standing up.
"Yeah... yeah Sam said he and Bobby have a sound plan." Dean said scratching again.
"Hey! Stop scratching! I meant it when I said I'd tie you up." I said putting my jacket on.
"Promises promises." Dean said laughing. "Where you going?" He asked sounding like he was three again.
"To get us some food and make sure no one has stolen my baby." I grabbed my keys. "I wont be too long, just stay in here and don't scratch!" I shouted walking out the door.
About twenty minutes later I pulled up to the mill and Bobby met me. He was acting off and wouldn't even look at me. I shrugged it off and went to Sam.
"So do we actually have a plan?" I asked as he passed me a shotgun.
"Yes... but um... it's not the best." Sam said with a nervous smile.
"It's a terrible plan." Bobby added and I laughed.
"Super!" I said cocking the shotgun. We walked into the mill again and started to search the place for Luther. Sam and I took different entrances and made our way it. It was creepy as hell but wasn't too bad without Dean stuck to you like glue screaming like a little girl at any small noise. Sam reached the office where we saw the ghost the first time because as I walked in I made him jump, he was looking at the gun.
"Sam?" I asked looking at him utterly confused.
"He's scared of us." Sam said softly as he put the gun down.
"Sweetie what are you doing?" I asked really confused.
"Just put the gun down, trust me." Sam said looking at me. I stared back then sighed and placed the gun on the floor.
"I get killed, I'm haunting your arse." I said softly. I watched as he smiled then rushed over to the pictures on the desk Luther had drawn. Sam started to rip them apart. "Oh so now the plan is to piss off the scared ghost? Why didn't I think of that?" I asked sarcastically walking over to Sam.
"Hey Luther!" Sam said ripping up a really good portrait of Jesse O'Brien. Engines started up and soon the mill was all alive again. "What are you waiting for?" Sam shouted.
"Oh I'd say nothing." I said as Sam turned and Luther was stood right behind him. He grabbed Sam and tossed him across the room. "Hey Luther look over here!" I shouted ripping up another picture, he turned and in a blink of an eye was in front of me picking me up and throwing me in the other direction. I landed in a pile of lockers that were beat up. I was coming round after landing in the lockers and saw Sam reaching for the gun. I went to get up but my leg was ripped open. I dropped back to the floor clutching it.
"Sam!" I shouted as Luther pulled Sam away. I looked at my leg and it was a pretty deep cut, the blood was pouring out and some metal was sticking out. I pulled out the metal and let out a scream then looked for Sam but he was out of site. I took a few breaths and pulled myself up then I herd Sam shout.
"Bobby punch it!" And the Impala roar outside. I hobbled over to Sam and he help me stand. "Are you ok?" He asked sounding out of breath.
"Never better." I joked and we walked outside to see the Impala pull to a stop.
"So you guys road hogged a ghost," Dean said passing Sam and Bobby beers. My leg was healing ok but I rested against my Camaro anyway. Bobby pasted up on the beer. "With a chain."
"Iron chain and that's why the spell worked." Sam said nodding to Bobby.
"Well that a new one." Dean said giving out a small laugh.
"It was what he was most afraid of." I said watching the guys.
"Was pretty brutal though." Sam added.
"On the upside I'm still alive so, go team!" Dean said raising his beer.
"How you feeling by the way?" Sam asked smiling at Dean.
"Fine." Dean replied smiling.
"You sure Dean? Cos this line of work can get awful scary." Bobby said sounding serious.
"I'm fine!" Dean said looking straight into Bobby's eyes. "What you wanna go hunt?" Dean asked looking at us all. "I'll hunt, I'll hunt anything."
"Awww!" Me and Sam said at the same time.
"He's adorable!" Bobby said and we burst out laughing. Dean turned away and took a sip of his beer. Bobby stood up. "Well I'd best get back. You guy's drive safe."
"You too Bobby." Sam said. We watched him drive off and then I limped up and smiled at the guys.
"I best get back, check Gethin hasn't run off. You guy's coming?" I asked limping into my Camaro and starting her up.
"Yeah... yeah I guess. We'll be right behind you." Sam said softly.
"Or in front when you piece of crap breaks down again." Dean said laughing. I smiled then pulled out my phone.
"Laugh it up pretty boy. But I got you on film screaming like a little girl at a cat." I laughed and Dean's face fell then I started the car and drove back.
I reached Bobby's late that night with Dean pulling in right behind me. As we got out of the car I saw Gethin and Karl packing up a car and saying good bye to Bobby. I got out of the car and marched up to them. My leg had healed by then.
"What's this idiot?" I asked as Karl put a bag in the car and turned to me.
"I'm staying out of this one pain, it's all yours." He said kissing my forehead then walking back into the house. Sam and Dean walked up to me as Gethin walked out the house.
"Gethin what's going on?" I asked watching him check he had his gun.
"We're leaving." He said and put his gun in the glove pocket. "We're tracking the demon that killed everyone." Dean step forward and placed a hand on Gethin.
"Listen pal, this demon isn't one you just want to go track for fun. He can kill you before you even raise a hand." Dean said seriously. Gethin shrugged his hand off and glared at all of us.
"I'm not your pal, mate. So listen up and stay out of family business." Gethin said growling at Dean.
"Hey I'm only trying to help." Dean said defensively. Gethin glared and grunted at Dean.
"Gethin, he's right. You can't go after him alone." I said looking at Geth.
"I have Karl." Gethin grunted. "He's more family than some here." Gethin grunted at me.
"Just wait a mintue! I said I would hunt him down with you. But just not yet! Gethin, your not ready, and I still have things I need to do here." I said softly reaching out to him.
"Yeah, like him!" Gethin glared at Sam.
"Gethin!" I shouted and he looked at me. "Please, look I promise we will hunt it down together, but I need time to finish what I've started here. I need to-" Gethin swung at me and it stung my lip. Before I knew it Dean had punched Gethin and they were fighting.
"Stop it!" I shouted as Sam pulled Dean off and Karl pulled Gethin away. Bobby was stood at the top of the porch.
"What are you doing here that's so important? You don't even care about finding who killed our family!" Gethin shouted as Karl held him back. I felt the sting of the hit reach me as a cold wind blew past my face.
"I care! I care so damn much that it is ripping me apart inside knowing that bastard is still out there!" I screamed in Gethin's face. "But I need to protect Dean. I have been told by the freaking angels of God to protect him. So that's what I'm going to do and when he's safe. When I know nothing will harm him I promise you. Damn it I swear to God that I will hunt that bastard down with you and kill him. But I need time. Can't you see?!" I screamed. Everyone went silent.
"What?" Dean asked as Sam let go of him. I turned slowly and sighed.
"Dean... I... didn't know how to tell you." I was lost for words. Sam looked at me sympatheticlly and Dean turned away from me.
"Megan!" Geth shouted and I span round. "Choose now. Family or them? Come with me now and we'll hunt the demon together like you wanted. We will find it and send it to hell for what it did." Gethin said breaking out of Karl's grip. "Or... or you stay here with them, you do your little quest or whatever you are calling it. And I swear, I swear you died with them back home. Now choose!" Gethin shouted. I jumped a little and looked at the two groups I was stuck between. My family, the only living relative I had, my brother. And the first man I had loved and probably the man I would always love. Then there were the Winchesters the apocalypse and everything that went with it. I had obligations to both side's. I looked at Sam and Dean and gave a small sad smile and turned and walked up to Karl. I pulled him close to me and gave him the best kiss of our lives. He held me tight and whispered in my ear.
"You're making the right choice. I'll keep him safe, I promise." He let me go and gave me a warm smile. Gethin started to mouth off to Dean and Sam.
"See family is stronger than religion. Be seeing you boy-o's." Gethin said getting in the car. I walked up to the door and looked at him. I cleared my throat and spoke softly.
"Geth... I love you. You are a stupid son of a bitch, but I love you. Remember to make him talk if you do find him, he likes the sound of his own voice. And try to be original when you attack, he's been in more fights than either of us. Be safe." I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. I closed the car door and backed away. Gethin looked at me with a blank expression until Karl climbed in the car next to him.
"You mean nothing to me now." He said threw grit teeth and squeeled the car out of Bobby's lot and away. I let out a sigh and turned to look at Bobby who was still stood there watching everything.
"For the love of goodness, you have better of sent my dumb arse brother on the wrong trail or so help me god Bobby Singer I will kill you myself." I said in a cold tone glaring at Bobby. I glared a few more minutes and then walked off.
