*disclaimer I own nothing but original characters*

Sorry its another short one, but i hope you guys like it


I woke up lets just say a lot worse for wear. Dean was stood in front of me shaking his head.

"Dean are you ok?" I asked but I my mouth didn't move. What the? I asked myself as I tried to move my arm but nothing happened. What did that bastard Uriel do to me? I asked myself.

"Will you just shut up?" A voice said within my head.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell is going on here?" I asked the voice in my head.

"Megan, Megan Megan. I'm in control now. Just sit back and enjoy the show." The voice said.

"Alistair! Get out of my body!" I growled in my head. He just laughed.

"Love too, but see they got me trapped in here with you and lover boy. So just shut up and watch the show." Alistair said laughing.

"Does this body upset you Dean?" My voice said, only those where not the words I was thinking. Dean glared up at me, with so much hatred it hurt. "You know, I always wanted to jump her bones, but I guess this will just have to do." Alistair said laughing.

"What do you think your doing?! Shut the fuck up Alistair!" I shouted in my head and suddenly I felt weak, like I was being crushed from all sides. I felt so weak I couldn't even talk.

"Don't think that just because your inside her, I wont rip you apart. She knows what I'm doing is for the greater good." Dean said walking over to a table and producing a silver blade. My eyes widened as Dean drove the blade into my body. I screamed as Alistair did in my voice. The pain brought flash backs to Alistair's time torturing me. The torturing continued like this for a while. Soon I was starting to break, it was getting harder to keep strong.


"Let me know if you want some more, there's plenty left." Dean said turning to me from the side of the table. He had used silver, holy water, salt, heck everything that could even hurt me a little. My body was strong though, so even though I was battered, I was still alive. Something I wished I wasn't at that point.

"Go directly to hell, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars." Alistair said breathing through the pain. Dean smiled.

"Why don't you just go tell him what he wants and we all win. You leave, I get my body back and Dean can stop torturing you. It's win win." I said feeling back to myself. Something about Alistair being weaker made me feel stronger.

"Now why would I want to ruin this? He's such a good student, learnt a lot." Alistair's voice echoed in my head.

"He's going to kill you, if I don't." I said coldly.

"Honey, you can't kill me I'll just send you packing. Like I did before." Alistair's voice said.

"Thanks for that chica. You know, I will regain control of my body and I will kill you." I said softly as I watched Dean walk over to the table again.

"Not if he kills you first..." Alistair said laughing.

"There's that little pig poker, I wondered where it went." Alistair said as Dean held up Ruby's knife. Dean started to pour holy water over it. "Do you really think this is going to fix you? Give you closure? That is... sad." Alistair said as Dean walked over to me. "That's really sad... sad, sad." Dean didn't say anything at all. He just kept looking into my eyes.

"Please Dean, please don't.." I begged as he plunged the knife into my stomach. I screamed and so did Alistair. Dean just kept staring into my eyes. His face, his expression, it wasn't Dean.

"What have you done to him?" I asked trying not to look into the empty bitter green eyes that were staring right at me.

"I carved you into a new animal Dean, there is no going back." Alistair said breathlessly.

"Maybe your right, but now it's my turn to carve." Dean said twisting the knife.

"Stop this Alistair! Tell Dean who is killing the angels!" I screamed. Dean pulled the knife out and my body fell limp. Dean held my face and brought it so I was looking into his green eyes. Alistair began to laugh.

"She's screaming for you to stop you know Dean." Alistair said laughing. "It's quiet hilarious really. Wanna hear?"

"Go to hell." Dean growled holding my face. Suddenly my body went heavy and I was back in control.

"Dean?" I asked nervously and Dean kept glaring at me. "Dean it's really me, god this hurts so much but... kill him. Kill that bastard. Kill-" My body went limp again and Alistair took over. "Not what I was hoping she'd say..." He said laughing. "You know its your sear professionalism I respect." Alistair said and Dean let go of my face and walked back over to the table.


"Just not getting deep enough," Alistair said after Dean nearly drowned me in holy water. "No you lack the resources, reality is just too concrete up here. No honestly Dean, you have idea how bad it really was. What you really did for us."

"Shut up." Dean said after pouring salt into a silver beaker.

"Oh funny thing Dean, the reason Lilith wanted you there in the first place." Alistair started to rant.

"Well then I'll just make you shut up." Dean said grabbing my face and pouring the salt down my throat. That was a new level of pain for me, I had to admit. I started to spit out... my throat.

"Something caught in my throat..." Alistair said chocking up pieces of me. "I think it's my throat." He said surprised.

"Well strap in, cos I'm just starting to have fun." Dean said and walked back over to the table.

"Dean has gone psycho, what the in good god did you do to him down there you bastard." I said getting mad. Really mad.

"We just played a few games, let's see if Dean remembers." Alistair's voice echoed.

"Oh it was supposed to be your father. He was supposed to bring it on. But in the end it was you..." Alistair laughed.

"Bring what on?" Dean asked half listening as he got a new torture ready.

"Every night the same offer remember? Same as your father, finally you said, sign me up. Oh the first time you picked up my razor. The first time you sliced into that weeping bitch," Alistair said smiling. Dean turned to me. "That was the first seal."

"No way, your lying. Demons lie all the time." I shouted getting madder. Dean walked towards me.

"Your lying." He said with a half smile.

"Yeah you are!" I shouted almost growling.

"And it is written, that the first seal shall be broken when a righteous man sheds blood in hell, as he breaks so shall he break." Dean glared at Alistair then turned away.

"Oh my... Dean..." I said softly. "It can't be true... no..." I was in shock.

"Fraid so sweet cheeks, looks like lover boy started the show off after all." Alistair's voice laughed all around me.

"We had to break the first seal before any others, only way we can get the dominoes to fall right. Topple the one at the front of the line. When we win. When we bring on the apocalypse and burn this earth down we'll owe it all to you, Dean Winchester." Alistair said smiling.

"Shut up." I said softly. "Shut up," I said getting louder. "Shut up!" I shouted as I the anger I felt a few minutes ago began to rise up in me even more than before. "Leave him alone Alistair." I growled.

"Or what? What are you going to do?" He asked laughing inside my head. I really got mad. Wolf mad.

"Believe me son, I wouldn't lie about that." Alistair said softly. "It's a kinda, religious sort of thing." Alistair said noticing some water falling down onto the devils trap.

"DEAN GET OUT OF THERE!" I screamed with everything I had inside me.

"No I don't think you were lying, but even if the demons do win, you wont be there to see it." Dean said and turned around to see me stood just behind him.

"You should talk to your plumber about the pipes." Alistair said with a grin then punched Dean to the floor.


Alistair beat down on Dean with a fury I hadn't seen before, but I started to feel weaker again.

"Stop hitting him." I said feeling the crushing weight around me again.

"Soon. And thanks for the extra juice. These wolf powers really give a kick to my punches." Alistair's voice hissed all around me.

"You're taking my powers... making me.. weak..." I said finding it harder to even speak.

"Thanks right sweet cheeks." Alistair hissed. Alistair was beating Dean into a blood pulp, he was so badly banged up and all I could do was watch, I couldn't even speak any more. He picked Dean up by one hand and held him at the devils trap lifting him off his feet.

"You've got to learn boy, so see you, back in class bright and early Monday morning." Alistair said choking Dean. He turned as Castiel lunged at him with Ruby's knife. "Almost, looks like God is on my side today." Alistair said as the knife sat in my shoulder. The pain was unbearable. Castiel reached out his hand and started to twist the knife. Alistair used all of my strength to pull the knife out. The pair started to exchange blows until Alistair drew on my strength again. Every time he did, I felt like a part of me was fading away. It's hard to explain it really. Alistair charged at Castiel pinning him on a hook on the wall.

"Like roach you angels, I really wish I knew how to kill you, but all I can do is send you back to heaven." Alistair said holding Cass on the wall by the throat as Cass tried to break free. Alistair started to chant in Latin, the words sounded familiar but I didn't know what they meant. Light started to shine out of Castiel's mouth, nose and eyes.


Suddenly it felt like I was being choked and the next thing I knew my body was pinned against a wall. Sam was stood in front of me with his hand out. He looked surprised that I was there but kept my body pinned.

"Stupid parlour tricks." Alistair muttered.

"Who's murdering the angels?" Sam asked. "How are they doing it?"

"You think I'll ever tell you? I'd let this body die first." Alistair said laughing. I watched as Sam twisted his hand.

"Yeah I do." He said as a new rush of pain inside me wrapped around my body. It was as bad as the pain Dean laid on me. "How are the demons killing angels?" Sam shouted as I felt like my soul was being ripped in two.

"I... don't... know..." Alistair screamed out in between actual screams.

"Yeah right." Sam said and the pain grew in ten fold. I wanted it to all end so the pain would stop.

"It's...not … us." Alistair continued to scream. "We're not doing it." He screamed.

"I don't believe you." Sam said and the pain just kept coming. I'm going to die. This is it. Sam's chocking me to death and I am going to die. Here. Now. The thought burst into my mind like a lighting bolt hitting a person. It was neither friendly nor wanted.

"Lilith is not behind this, she wouldn't kill 7 angels, she would kill a 100, a1000..." Sam stopped pulling my insides out for a second. "Go ahead, send me back... if you can." Alistair taunted.

"I'm strong than that now, now I can kill." Sam said with a sick smile. He raised his hand to me and the pain I felt before, from Alistair's blade, from Uriel's fury, from Dean's knife, was nothing, I mean nothing compared to the pain Sam inflicted on my body and soul. It felt like each molecule was being ripped in two a million times over, that a white hot flame burnt me from the inside out, that a million blades were thrust into body, I was dying as well as Alistair. My body convulsed a few times then I slide down the wall. The worst thing was I had been awake through it all. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.


I woke in the hospital alone. I blinked a few times and sighed once I realised I was ok. I looked at my arms and over my body, I had brand new scars covering me, but I was all me. I looked out of the window at the clouds rolling by. If that's my fate. If I am to die by the hand of Sam, I pray to God it's because he's stopping me doing the wrong thing and not the other way round. I turned back to the doorway and saw Castiel stood there.

"Hey," I managed to choke out, I guess half my throat was still missing.

"Hello Megan, I am glad to see you are awake again." Castiel said coming and sitting down next to me.

"Dean?" I choked.

"He is still asleep. But he will live." Castiel said.

"Why?" I asked in a whisper, I figure an angel should be able to hear any noise, plus it made it easier on me.

"It appears Uriel was killing the angels, I believe you must have found out and that is why he forced Alistair into your body. I believe he was hoping it would kill both all three of you." Castiel explained.

"No shit." I said coughing up some blood. I frowned at the blood then turned my attention back to Cass.

"I... I am truly sorry for my part." Castiel said looking almost sad. I looked at him confused. He looked lost, really lost. I placed my hand over his and smiled softly.

"Faith." I said barely above a whisper rubbing my thumb over his fingers. Cass turned to me and looked into my eyes. He was so lost, so confused, it was like looking into the face of a kid that's lost its mum in the supermarket. I smiled and nodded. "We're... tough. We'll stop... the...apocalypse." I coughed as some more blood came out. Castiel smiled and disappeared. I dropped my head down onto the pillow and let tears rolled down my cheeks. We're not going to be ok, none of us are going to make it out of this one alive...

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