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Death Takes A Holiday
We had been on the road a week and staying in little motels. I had my own room for the night and was busy getting some clothes out when my phone rang. I didn't recognise the number but answered anyway.
"Hello?" I said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hello Megan, how are you this fine evening?" The voice said.
"What do you want Richard?" I said feeling a knot grow in my stomach.
"Can't a friend call and say hi?" Richard asked down the phone.
"Your no friend of mine, and since when did demons use mobiles?" I asked sarcastically.
"Since your back with the Winchesters and I don't want them to see me. Now I hear your back on team angel and honestly I wanted to check about your end of the deal." Richard said sounding slightly concerned. I sighed down the phone as the knot in my stomach got tighter.
"You still want me to go through with it?" I asked coldly.
"Of course I do. But because I know how much you don't want to trust me, I'm willing to hand you Alistair first. Think of it as a good will gesture." Richard said laughing a little.
"Richard," I said taking a deep breath. "I... I can't spilt up the brothers... I can't."
"No one is asking you too. All I want is you to do is open a door. What Sam decides to do after that is his own choice." Richard explained.
"What if I stop him leaving?" I asked nervously.
"Well... technically that would not be breaking the deal, but I would kill you." Richard said sounding normal.
"You'd kill me? Better demons have tried and failed." I said sounding brave.
"That might be the case, but you see I am very talented..." Richard said and suddenly my nose was bleeding. I wiped the blood away and looked at my hand.
"You?" I asked still looking at the blood on my hand.
"Yes, and that's just a tease act. I will kill you or any other person you get to stop Sam leaving, and I wont even have to be in the room." Richard and I swear I could hear a smile in his voice.
"Bastard." I growled.
"Keep the deal." Richard said and hung up. My nose was still bleeding. I held a tissue to it and someone knocked on the door. I sighed and walked over. Dean was stood there looking at me confused. I opened the door wider so that he could come in.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"Nose bleed. It's nothing." I said and checked, it had stopped bleeding. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. "Did you want something?" I asked as I patted my face dry.
"Yeah, I...um... I wanted to talk to you... it's Sam's idea." Dean said sheepishly. I turned round to him and had to fight not to laugh.
"You, Dean Winchester, want to do a chick flick moment?" I asked letting out a small giggle. Dean frowned at me.
"Look, shut up." Dean said and I stopped giggling. "I.. I thought maybe we should talk about.... things... clear the air..." Dean said looking around the room. He was feeling so uncomfortable. I walked up to him and pushed him slightly.
"Really? Or is this what Sam suggested?" I asked with a smile.
"Sam. Honestly I thought we could go out and get drunk, then I remembered it takes you a whole brewery to get drunk so this is plan b." Dean said smiling back at me. I laughed and shook my head.
"Nice." I said and sat on the bed. "So... Sam thinks we should talk..." I sighed.
"Yeah." Dean said coming and sitting next to me on the bed.
"About?" I asked turning and looking into his face.
"Us... amongst other things." Dean said and turned to face me. I looked into his eyes and all I wanted to do was jump on him and kiss his face off. But I didn't, it would too weird not to mention awkward in the morning.
"What about us?" I asked softly.
"Well you know..." Dean said waving his hand. "Feelings crap..."
"Oh," I said and laughed. "Feelings crap." I said mocking him.
"Yes." Dean said nodding his head firmly. "Like you know, the whole feelings thing we have towards each other..." Dean said and started to look around the room again. I laughed silently.
"And what feelings are those?" I asked as he turned back to look at me.
"You know." He said.
"No I don't, tell me." I said winding him up. Dean sighed.
"You know." He said plainly.
"Nope." I said with a small smile. Dean sighed and looked away, I laughed a little and he turned back to face me. I held a straight face. Dean moved his face closer to mine, he placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me softly. I kissed back pulling him closer to me.
Soon we were laid in bed kissing each other, just kissing, but it was nice. It felt almost normal. Dean smiled as he pulled out a kiss and just looked at my face. I smiled back and then reality kicked in again. The knot in my stomach turned and I felt guilty. Guilty for falling for Dean, guilty for the deal I made, guilty that I only had four months left to live. I lost my smile and sat up. Dean looked at me confused.
"See this is what we need to talk about." Dean said looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Come on, tell me why you keep doing this. Why you keep going somewhere in your head and coming back heartbroken." He said rubbing my shoulder, I turned and smiled again and got off the bed.
"Dean..." I said turning to look at him. "I...I've got something I need to tell you," I said finding words really hard to say. Dean watched me waiting for me to speak. "I'm... in love with you and its terrifying." I lied, well more of a half truth I was scared to be in love with Dean. "I've watched nearly every single person I have every loved die, I've held my best friends body in my arms." I paused and moved back over to the bed. "I just... I don't think I could watch something kill you. I'm so scared that if I get close to you, really close, you'll die." I said softly. Dean wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a hug.
"I can't promise I wont get hurt through all this, but man, come on. I've got frigging angels watching my back as well as a beautiful young hunter." Dean said and smiled at me. I shook my head and pushed him softly.
"Girl." I joked. "Dean, I gotta tell you this now, before we go any further." I said looking into his eyes. Dean just nodded. "I will do anything to get revenge on Alistair, anything. But no matter what I do, I will love you." I said and took a deep breath.
"Has... has that got to do with the four month thing you said?" Dean asked hesitantly.
"Dean." I whined and stood up again.
"Look I want to know. Just tell me." Dean said standing up too. I turned to him and shook my head.
"No. That is my business, not yours. Just drop it ok?" I asked. Dean looked at me and shook his head.
"No its not ok. I mean what is it with everyone?!" Dean shouted. "Why is everyone suddenly deciding to keep big deep dark secrets?!" He said shaking his head.
"Everyone?" I asked confused.
"You and Sammy. God if it's not him making secret calls to the bitch demon Ruby, it's you and this whole four months thing." Dean said shaking his head. "I just don't get it."
"Oh like your Mr perfect. What about hell? Talked much about that recently? I didn't think so!" I shouted back and then shook my head. Dean looked hurt. "I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean it."
"It doesn't matter." Dean said plainly looking at the floor. I walked over to him and grabbed his hands. He looked up to my face.
"This four month thing is my thing to deal with ok? Just me. I'm not trying to shut you out, I just haven't wrapped my head round it yet. I promise once I do, I'll tell you." I lied.
"Ok." Dean said softly. I sighed and smiled at him.
"Friends?" I asked sounding like I was 3. Dean laughed and pulled me into a hug.
We were sat in a restaurant getting some food when Bobby called Sam. I was sat across the table as he talked watching Dean try and fix a busted jukebox. I shook my head with confusion when after the third set of money he put in he decided to check if it worked.
"Thanks Bobby." Sam said and hung up as Dean walked back to us.
"What's up?" Dean asked sitting down next to me.
"Um... Bobby found something in Wyoming." Sam said typing away at his laptop.
"A job?" Dean asked.
"Maybe, small town, no ones died in the last week and a half." Sam said as Dean started to eat his burger.
"That's so unusual?" Dean asked with a mouth full of food.
"Well its how they're not dying. One guy with terminal cancer strolls right out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger and walks away without a scratch." Sam said reading.
"Got shot in the ass?" Dean said and I smiled. Sam ignored his brothers comments as usual.
"Police say Jenkins was shot in the heart at point blank range by a 9mm." Sam said reading.
"And he's not a doughnut?" Dean asked still with a mouth full of food.
"Locals are saying its a miracle." Sam said.
"Ok." Dean said and went back to eating.
"It's got a be something nasty right? People making deals or something." Sam said and I looked away. The knot in my stomach moved, reminding me I still had the deal to keep if I wanted to get my hands on Alistair.
"You think?" Dean said and I turned to him, then looked at Sam.
"What else would it be?" Sam asked confused.
"I dunno." Dean said again with so much food in his mouth it was more a noise than actual words.
"Alright, get that to go." Sam said packing up all his things and getting. Dean sat there looking unhappy. Sam turned back and we were both just sat there. "What?" He asked.
"Sure you want me to come with you?" Dean asked looking pissed.
"Why not?" Sam asked confused.
"I don't know, I don't want to be holding you back." Dean said and bit into his burger. I watched as Sam looked angry at Dean. I had clearly missed something, and it looked big to me. I watched between each brother waiting for someone to say something.
"Dude I've told you a 100 times, that was the Siren talking not me." Sam explained with a small roll of the eyes. It clicked in my head what they were arguing about, but I didn't know why it had got to Dean so much. "Can we get past this?" Sam asked sounding annoyed.
"Yeah we're past it." Dean said throwing his burger back onto the plate.
"Thank you." Sam said and walked off to the Impala.
"What is your problem?" I asked as we got up and started to walk out.
"Nothing, what do you mean?" Dean asked plainly.
"I dunno, ripping into Sam like that." I said as he held the door open for me. "Was pretty douchey." I said.
"Don't know what your talking about. Sometimes I swear you don't even talk English." He joked and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and got in the back.
We drove to Greybull Wyoming, to talk to the guy that had been shot to see if anything weird happened.
"Now you three said you were bloggers?" The guy that had been shot, Mr Jenkins I think his name was, asked as we sat around his dinning table.
"Yes sir, floored by the ." Sam explained.
"All God glory, fit to blog." Dean said and turned to us and smiled.
"Um some of the people round town are saying what happened to you was a miracle." Sam said.
"It was plain as day." Mr Jenkins replied.
"How can you be so sure?" Sam asked.
"How else do you explain it? The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my hear and its pumping like a piston." Mr Jenkins said looking at all of us.
"Well how do you explain it?" Dean asked. He looked around to the other room where his wife and little girl was.
"Look, honestly I was no bodies saint, I'm not exactly father of the year either." Jenkins explained.
"OK." Dean said.
"But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop, I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance." Jenkins explained.
"That so?" Dean said with a smile.
"I had the feeling, like angels were watching over me." Jenkins said. "I wouldn't expect you guys to understand." Jenkins said and Dean looked surprised.
"Well we'll just have to try." Dean replied.
"You wouldn't of happened to swung past a cross roads over the past week or so?" Sam asked and Jenkins looked confused.
"No." Jenkins said looking at Sam.
"Maybe you met someone with black eyes, or red?" Sam asked. I thought he was being way to obvious with it all. Jenkins lent forward.
"Who'd you guys say you were again?" He asked staring at Sam.
"Never mind, thank you for your time." Dean said and we got up to leave.
We got a motel room and started to do some research. I was sat on one of the beds hacking on my laptop as Dean was sat at the desk researching.
"You ever wish that people could just live forever?" I asked hacking into the police records for the town.
"Nah, I figure people have an expiry date for a reason." Dean replied. I looked up at him from my laptop.
"Huh." I said. Dean turned to me.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Yeah I guess I just expected a different answer." I said and went back to hacking.
"Like what?" He asked getting up and walking over to the bed.
"I dunno, a yes I guess. I mean wouldn't you like to have your family. Be a little bit more normal?" I asked typing.
"Of course I'd want my parents back, but I mean... if they hadn't died I wouldn't be here and we wouldn't be stopping the apocalypse." Dean explained. I looked up to him and smiled.
"Good point." I said.
"Plus," He said leaning closer to me. "I would of never met you." He said and kissed me on the lips. I smiled in the kiss and then pulled away.
"Very good point." I said laughing a little. Then my computer began to beep. "I'm in the police records, searching for the last death and sending it to Sam's laptop." I said smiling.
"You are one hot nerd." Dean said smiling at me. I folded my arms over my chest.
"I think I'll take it as a compliment, although I'm no nerd thank you." I said nodding my head when I said thank you. Dean laughed and walked back over to the desk to check out the file. Not long after Sam walked in the door.
"Hey." Sam said to us.
"Anything?" Dean asked as Sam walked over to him.
"That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead, his wife pulled the plug. Now he's taking his wife out for their 20th anniversary." Sam explained.
"Any sign of a deal?" I asked getting up from the bed and walking over to them.
"No." Sam replied. "What about you? Finding anyone dying around here?" He asked.
"Not since Cole Griffith. He dropped ten days ago, it's the last death we could find." Dean said bringing up a picture of the kid.
"So what you thinking?" Sam asked.
"Well maybe it is what people say it is." Dean said walking over to me. I looked at him sceptical.
"Miracles? Dean in our experience when do miracles just happen?" Sam asked sitting at the desk and checking out the file.
"Well there's no deals, no faith healers, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light." Dean said pouring a cup of coffee.
"Maybe because there is not around to carry them?" Sam said looking at us.
"What no reapers?" I asked confused as Dean came and stood next to me.
"Well grim reapers that what they do right? Sweep souls off. So if death ain't in town..." Sam said.
"No bodies dying." Dean finished his sentence. "So what? The local reapers on strike? Playing the back 9? I don't know Sam." Dean said taking a sip of coffee.
"Well lets talk to somebody who might." Sam suggested.
"Well last time I checked, Huggy Bear ain't available." Dean said with a smile.
"No dude, the kid." Sam said.
"The kid?" Both me and Dean said at the same time confused.
"The kids a door nail." Dean added.
"Exactly, look if he's the last person to die around here, maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him." Sam said. Dean laughed.
"I love how matter-of-fact you are about that." Dean said getting another sip of coffee. "Strange lives."
That night we went to the grave of Cole Griffith to ask him a few questions . Sam was setting up the ritual. Dean was flipping through a book and I was just stood around getting slightly freaked out the grave.
"You sure this is going to work?" Dean asked looking up from the book.
"No. But if the spirits around it should smoke them out." Sam said messing with something.
Dean closed the book and Sam looked up.
"What?" I asked sitting on the grave stone next to him.
"This job is whack that's what." Dean said
"How so?" Sam asked.
"If you want me to yank a monster or torch a ghost, lets light it up right. But this? If we face whatever this is people are gonna start dropping dead." Dean said. "Good people."
"Look," Sam said getting to his feet. "I don't want them to die either Dean, but there's a natural order."
"I guess I kinda agree with Sam on this." I added.
"Your kidding right?" Dean asked looking at both of us. "You've cheated death!"
"Hey." I whined pouting. If only you knew, I didn't cheat just postponed it. I thought sulking slightly.
"What?" Sam asked as Dean stared at him.
"And you don't see the irony in that? You and me we are the poster boys for the unnatural order. All we do is ditch death." Dean said.
"Yeah but the normal rules don't really apply to us do they?" Sam asked, Dean laughed and we both looked confused.
"We're no different than any body else." Dean said.
"I am." I said raising a hand.
"Shut up, your not helping." Dean said with a small smile.
"I'm infected with demon blood. You've been to hell." Sam said plainly. "Look I know you want to see yourself as Joe the plumber but your not. Neither am I. Sooner you accept that the better off you'll be." Sam explained and Dean just sighed loudly looking up to the sky.
"Joe the plumber was a douche." Dean said looking to the sky.
"You gonna help me finish this?" Sam asked getting back on his knees. Dean got up to help when a guy shouted us.
"Hey!" He was a older man with a flash light. "What are you doing here?"
"Um.." Sam said looking at us. "Look just take it easy."
"What the hell is this?" the guy asked looking at the grave.
"Oh this is, this is not what it looks like." Dean said smiling and laughing nervously
"Really?" The guy said looking at Dean pissed. "Cos it looks like devil worship."
"What?! No no its not devil worship this is this is this is...." Dean pointed to Sam. "This is.. um... I don't have a good answer." Dean said glancing at us. I rolled my eyes.
"Look we're leaving." Sam said softly.
"You're not going anywhere..." The guy said walking up to us. "Ever again... Sam." Sam looked shocked, we all were shocked until he rolled his eye's back.
"Alistair." Dean said plainly.
"You son of a bitch!" I growled and Dean held me back.
"I thought you got deep fried extra crispy." Dean said still holding me back. I wanted to rip him apart limb from limb.
"No. Just the pediotrition I was riding. His wife's still looking for him. It's hilarious." Alistair said.
"You cold hearted bastard." I growled fighting to get past Dean.
"Oh Megan, don't be so negative towards me." Alistair said.
"I will kill you!" I said as Dean just stood there stopping me from attacking him.
"Anyway, no time to chat, I've got a hot date with death." Alistair said and suddenly Dean went flying off in one direction into a grave stone. I rushed towards Alistair but he start to choke me. I dropped to my knee's and he flung me backwards into a grave stone. I smashed it with my head and blacked out.
Sam got us back to the motel and when I woke up, Dean was still out of it. Sam said he was going to nip out and wouldn't be too long. I grunted at him and went to check out my head. The lump was already healing. I walked back in and saw Dean out on the other bed. I sighed and waited for him to wake up. When he did I gave him a cold cloth to place against his head.
"Thanks." He grunted taking it out of my hands. I grunted back and splashed down on the other bed. "You ok?" Dean asked turning to me.
"No." I said simply.
"You not healed?" Dean asked confused.
"I've healed, I'm frigging pissed." I said looking at Dean. "Why didn't you just let me go after him?" I asked shaking my head. "I could of taken him down."
"No you couldn't. I'm telling you that guy is tough. He would of killed you first." Dean said watching me.
"No he wouldn't Dean. I know it." I said getting mad.
"Megan he is one of the toughest sons of bitches we've ever face. You could not of taken him down alone." Dean said trying to explain but I was too mad. I grunted and turned my back to Dean. My phone rang and I answered it.
"Hello." I said sharply.
"Megan, good to see your as happy as ever." Richard said down the phone.
"Screw you chica. What do you frigging want?!" I snapped.
"Whoa whoa watch it yourself chica, otherwise I wont give you Alistair." Richard said sounding a little annoyed.
"I know where he is." I replied.
"Greybull, Wyoming. Yeah I know you do, but I can hand him on a plate to you. Greybull building 304 tomorrow night, round 9." Richard said.
"Are you sure?" I asked sounding a little less pissed.
"Positive." He replied.
"Fine." I said and hung up. I turned back to but he was laid on his back nursing his head. I huffed and closed my eyes too.
"Hey. How you doing?" Sam asked walking in. I sat up and Dean laid there.
"I'm in pain but what's new. I think I have a concussion." Dean whined.
"Do you want some aspirin?" Sam asked.
"No thanks House." Dean said sitting up. "So demons huh?"
"Yeah, so much for miracles." Sam said.
"And what the hell happened with Alistair again?" Dean asked looking confused.
"I told you already, he tried to fling or whatever and it didn't work so he bailed." Sam explained walking over to my bed. "You ok?" He asked me.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"How come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time." Dean asked.
"Got no idea." Sam lied, and it was pretty obvious.
"Sam do me a favour, if your going to keep your little secrets I cant really stop you, but just don't treat me like an idiot ok?" Dean asked and Sam's face fell.
"What? Dean I'm not keeping secrets." Sam said looking at Dean.
"Um huh... whatever." Dean said looking at me. "So did you go back and Q&A the dead kid?" He asked turning back to Sam.
"Didn't have to. Bobby called, he did some digging." Sam said coming and sitting next to me holding a book.
"And?" Dean asked.
"He thinks I'm right. Local reapers gone, not just gone kidnapped." Sam said.
"By demons, why?" Dean asked. Sam opened the book.
"Listen to this," He said "Any bloody death under the new born sky, sweet to taste but bitter when once devoured."
"Swanky, what the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.
"Its from a very obscure, very archaic version of revelations." Sam explained.
"Which means what I think it means?" Dean asked.
"Basically, when you kill a reaper under the solstices moon, tomorrow night by the way, you've got yourself a broken seal." Sam explained. Richard was right... I thought.
"How do ice a reaper, you can't kill death." Dean said.
"Well maybe demons can..." Sam said sighing. "Where the hell are the angel is what I wanna know, we could use their help for once." Sam said.
"Looks like we're going to have to take care of this one ourselves." Dean said turning to me and staring.
"What are we going to do? Swing in and save the friendly neighbourhood reaper?" Sam asked sarcastically.
"You got a better idea, I'm all ears?" Dean asked.
"Dean reapers are invisible, the only people who can see them are the dead and the nearly dead." Same explained.
"Well if ghosts are the only ones who can see them..." Dean said.
"Yeah?" Sam said plainly.
"Then we become ghosts." Dean said matter-of-fact placing his cold cloth back on his head.
"You do have a concussion." Sam said.
"Sounds crazy I know." Dean replied.
"It is crazy." Sam said, Dean smiled. "How?"
Dean went to get the how and we sat around the motel room waiting. I kept pacing up and down and up and down. I was restless.
"You sure your ok?" Sam asked looking up from a book he was reading.
"Been better." I said simply.
"What's wrong?" He asked putting the book down. I turned to him and sighed.
"A million things, none of which I can or should go into detail about." I said walking up to the end of the bed.
"Are you and Dean ok? You looked pretty pissed when he was holding you back at the graveyard." Sam asked.
"Yeah... yeah I think we are ok. Your brother is a pain in the arse 99% of the time." I said sighing.
"It's true... I've been stuck with him my whole life." Sam laughed.
"Ouch!" I joked. "But seriously, I love him. I do, but he is such a self righteous arse sometimes. It drives me nuts." I said sitting on the bed.
"Its a Winchester trait." Sam joked. "You know you said you loved him right?" He added.
"Yeah, it's true... and bloody obvious I gather. But I don't think we will do much about our feelings." I said softly.
"Why?" Sam asked confused.
"Dean in a relationship? Really? Can you really see it happening?" I said laughing.
"If the right girl showed." Sam said with a smile. I laughed it off as someone knocked on the door. Sam got up to answer it.
"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are." Pamela said walking in. "Hi Megan." She said to me.
"Hey." I said back. By the expression on Dean's face, that's all he had herd from Pamela the whole car ride.
"Well Pamela your a site for sore eyes." Sam said shutting the door. Dean came and stood near me. I gave him a small smile and rubbed his shoulder. She laughed.
"Oh that's sweet grumpy." Pamela said lowering her glasses and then pulling them back up. "What do you say to deaf people?! Which one of your brainiacts came up with astral projection?"
"Yo." Dean said raising his hand like he was in deep trouble.
"Of course, chachie." Pamela replied sarcastically. "So lets be clear, you wanna rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?" Pamela asked sitting down next to me. "Do you have any idea, how heavy duty insane that is?!"
"Maybe but that's where the reaper is, so?" Dean said.
"So its nuts." Pamela replied getting up again.
"Well not if you know what your doing." Dean said.
"You don't know what your doing." Pamela said shaking her head.
"No, but you do." Dean said with a smile.
"Yeah I do, and guess what. I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel/demon soch grease crap."
"Well look, I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one watching Judge Judy too." Dean said.
"Nice, more blind jokes." Pamela said.
"You know what I mean. We're talking the end of the world here ok? No more tassel leather pants, no more Raymone CD's, no more nothing. We need your help." Dean asked.
Pamela agreed begrudgingly and we got the room ready for the astral projection.
"Tell me something geniuses even if you do break into the Vail and find a reaper, how you going to save it?" Pamela asked sat on a chair.
"With style and class." Dean replied.
"Your going to be two walking pieces of fog. You can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenceless hot shot." She replied.
"I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us." Sam said leaning on a post.
"Yeah well they had plenty of time to practice." She replied.
"Well I guess we gotta start cramming." Dean said.
"Wow a couple of hero's." Pamela said sarcastically. "Alright, lay down, close your eyes." Pamela said tapping the beds. I stood by the desk watching Pamela do her stuff. She walked up to Sam and whispered something. "You have got a great ass." I smiled and shook my head. Pamela turned back to me and smiled. "You hear that?" She asked.
"Of course. And now that Dean is out of it, I can safely say I agree." I said laughing a little.
We spent the rest of the day chatting and wasting time before the guys wanted to be woken. I was sat on the bed next to Dean just watching him sleep.
"So why didn't you want to go?" Pamela asked from her seat.
"I think I've had enough near death experiences for one lifetime thank you." I joked.
"The four months? Is that what it stands for?" Pamela asked.
"Bobby?" I asked.
"Bobby and my own magic powers." Pamela replied laughing a little.
"I'm going to kill him. I asked him not to tell anyone." I huffed.
"Honey, your secret is safe with me. Now why aren't you telling lover boy all about this death thing?" She asked plainly.
"I don't want to upset him. I don't want him to look at Sam and think, he's a killer. I don't want to tear them apart." I replied sighing and rubbing Dean's arm softly.
"You know it might be harder for him to take when he finds out when your dead what happened." Pamela said.
"I don't know, from what I saw, it looked like Dean wasn't even in the room." I replied.
"You saw?" Pamela asked.
"An angel from the future sent me a dream about it all. Wanted to warm me." I replied.
"Oh.. angels again." Pamela said softly. The room went quiet for a few moments and then she spoke again. "What's bugging you? I can feel something is really getting to you and its not all this Dean and dying crap."
"You have a special way with words Pamela." I said shaking my head.
"Well?" She asked.
"Can I trust you not to tell anyone?" I asked.
"I promise, now what's up?" Pamela asked.
"I-" My phone rang. "I should answer this." I said. "Hello?"
"Don't forget, tell anyone about this and its bye bye." Richard said down the phone.
"Fine. Ok, are you sure about the address?" I asked keeping my voice neutral.
"Quit worrying about it. He will be there. Just make sure that you keep your deal." Richard.
"What if I can't get to him? What then?" I asked.
"I provided my half... " Richard said and hung up. I looked at my watch and it was around 7:45pm.
"You ok?" Pamela asked.
"Super." I said sarcastically. "I'll be ok, I just don't like not being about to protect Dean." I lied.
"Don't worry sweetheart not much can happen to him over there." Pamela said reassuring me.
At 8:30 I stood up and stretched. Pamela turned to me and smiled.
"I need some air. I wont be long." I said walking to the door.
"I know where your going." She said and I stopped dead.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"I know where your going. Just be careful, and if Dean and Sammy are floating around, they will see you and remember." Pamela said softly. "But, kick his ass for me too." She added.
"Thanks." I said with a small smile and walked out. I found building 304 and walked in quietly. I searched the rooms and then herd some shouting. I fallowed it to a main hall type of room and peaked round the corner. I saw Sam and Dean boxed in by what I guessed was iron railing. I walked out and demons raced towards me. I fought two or three of them off and then cracked my neck. The burning rage passed through my veins as I fought off more demons and then someone swung me into a wall. Before I could get to my feet three demons were laying into me all at the same time. I was beat up and a little worse for wear when two of them picked me up and held my arms.
"So glad you could make it too." Alistair said holding my face as he walked past me. I spat blood out at him and he punched me in the face. "Don't be like that." He said then kissed me.
"Hey!" Dean shouted. I grabbed his lip and bit. Alistair pulled away and laughed as his lip bled a little. I was feeling swoozy and was only able to stand because the demons were propping me up. Alistair walked up to the Winchesters and a demon passed him a shot gun. He shot Dean and he disappeared.
"Rock salt isn't so much fun any more is it?" Alistair asked looking at ghost Sam. Dean reappeared.
"Alistair, you bastard." Dean said.
"Oh go on, why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hot shot." Alistair said staring at Sam. Both me and I looked at Sam. "It's hard to get it up when your not wearing you meat huh?" Alistair said.
"Go to hell." Sam replied. Alistair turn to me.
"If only I could but they keep sending me back up to this artic crap hole." He said and walked up to me. "Megan, your looking better now, hows the family?"
"Fuck you!" I shouted and pulled on the demons and kicked my legs out.
"Words hurt you know." Alistair said and back handed my face. I lifted my head and glared at him.
"How about you let me go and I'll show you what hurt means?" I said pulling against the demons still.
"Another time maybe. I'm a bit busy right now." He said hit me in the face and the gut with the gun. I dropped to my knees.
"Hey!" Dean and Sam shouted.
"See, I'm busy. I need to kill death, twice, it takes two to break a seal." He said then kicked me in the face and walked over to the reapers. I was dizzy and dragged back up to my feet. I knew I'd be ok in a few minutes, as long as Alistair didn't hit me again. He shot Sam with the rock salt and he disappeared.
"By the way, its good to see you again, Dean." Alistair said walking up to him.
"You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us." Dean replied with a smile.
"Arh, that so?" Alistair asked as Sam reappeared.
"The moon's in the right spot, the board is set." Alistair said waving a sickle around. I could feel my strength returning and was waiting for the right moment to strike. "Let's get started shall we?"
"You going to kill a reaper with that?" Dean asked looking at the sickle. "It's a little on the nose, don't you think?"
"Is it? An old friend lent it to me. You know he doesn't really ride a pale horse. But he does have three amigos and they are just jonesing for the apocalypse." Alistair stood over by the first reaper and bent down. "It pays to have friends in low places.. don't you think?" He said grabbing the reaper and holding the sickle in place. Alistair started to chant in Latin. I pulled on the demons and tugged on them trying to break free. But they were really strong. Alistair finished the spell and killed the first reaper. Lightening flashed and I tried pulling myself free again. He grabbed the second reaper and had her facing the boys. She was shouting for him to stop. I decided to try something I only saw in kung fu films. I pushed myself up off the floor and did the splits kicking both the demons in the face and making them let go of me. I double uppercut both of them and raced to get Alistair. He paused is spell and flung his arm out sending me crashing into a wall with so much force I could hardly keep my eye's open, let alone move. But it gave the guys enough time to do something. The light fitting feel to the floor and freed the reaper from its spell. She in a flash was letting the boys out from the iron railings.
"Bye." Dean said and they vanished. Alistair turned to me and was about to kick the living shit out of me when a white light came.
I was dropped on the floor back at the motel. Sam rushed over and helpped me to my feet. I fell back onto the floor and so Sam picked me up and placed me on the other bed.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked.
"Fine, you guys?" I asked looking at Pamela holding her stomach.
"Been better honey." She said and started to chant into Dean's ear. I looked at Sam and he gave me sad puppy dog eyes.
"She was stabbed." Sam said softy. I tried to sit up but the pain was still too raw. I laid there helpless and watched Pamela work her mojo. She got up and sat next to me.
"We just gotta talk to Tessa, get her to stop reaping until we can get you better." Sam said helping onto the bed.
"I'm pretty sure she's started up again." Pamela said and was bleeding badly.
"I'm so sorry, I should of stayed with you." I said holding my side as I spoke.
"Its' ok honey, I knew how much going after that son of a bitch meant to you." She said with a soft smile. Suddenly Dean woke up and looked at all three of us. He saw the blood.
"What happened?" He asked coming over to Pamela.
"Dean where's Tessa?" Sam asked looking at Dean.
"She's..." Dean looked to the floor. Sam turned to Pamela.
"Pamela I'm so sorry you don't deserve this." Sam said.
"Stop." Pamela said. "Yeah I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this." She said pointing to Dean. "Will you do me a favour? Will you tell that bastard Bobby Singer, to go to hell for ever introducing me to you two in the first place." She started to cough up blood.
"Take it easy Pamela." Dean said softly. "If its any constellation, your going to a better place."
"You're lying." Pamela said looking at Dean. "What the hell right? Everyone has to go at some time. Come here." She said to Sam and pulled him closer. I herd everything she said and Sam looked at me. Pamela started to cough more blood and she died.
"Pamela!" Dean shouted at her. Sam looked at me worried.
"She's dead..." I said softly grabbing my side again.
"What did she say to you?" Dean asked Sam.
We sorted a funeral out for Pamela and the guys helped bury her. I watched from the side. After the service I walked into the graveyard by myself and away from other people. Seeing yet another person die was really starting to piss me off. I stood by a tree and watched the people leave.
"I hear the angels have Alistair thanks to you and your little friends." Richard said appearing at my side.
"Go away." I said watching the people leave.
"Ok, just as long as you keep the deal..." He said and vanished. I sighed and looked to the sky for something. Anything. I got nothing, as always. I sighed and looked back to the crowd to see Dean walking towards me.
"Hey, you ok?" I asked softly as he reached me.
"Yeah you?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said and looked to the ground."I'm sorry I wasn't with her." I said to the floor.
"I... I just don't get why you didn't listen to me. You could have been killed too." Dean said and I looked up at him.
"Don't start a fight here Dean." I pleaded.
"I'm not. I just don't get why you went after him after I warned you about it." Dean said looking at me.
"Haven't you ever wanted revenge so badly that it was all you could think about?" I asked looking into his green eyes. Dean looked away from me.
"Yes." He said softly.
"And what did you do?" I asked staring at him. Dean turned to me and looked me in the eye.
"I hunted that bastard for the best of 20 years and killed him." He said.
"And so will I if it takes that long. I want to kill Alistair I don't care what the angels have planned for him, when they are done, I'm killing him." I said coldly.
