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MJ knelt on the floor, struggling to pull air into her lungs. Her throat burned and she still felt light headed. She saw Scotty getting slowly to his feet across the room, rubbing the back of his head. He approached her and held out his hand. She looked up at him. No smirk. She took his hand and was hauled to her feet.

Nathan and Patricia were now kneeling in the circle, arms wrapped around one another. Patricia was still sobbing. MJ felt bad for Nathan. He had just learned that his parents were liars, his brother was alive- until three months ago- and that monsters were real, all in about two hours' time.

Patricia got to her feet, wiping at her eyes. She looked uncertainly at MJ, like she wanted to approach her, but was deathly afraid of leaving the safety of the circle.

"You're safe now. He won't come back." MJ turned and began gathering up the weapons they had scattered on the coffe table. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction when she noticed the long scratch that now marred the polished wood surface, caused by one of the guns.

"Where did he-where is he now?" Patricia asked her quietly, as if afraid of the answer.

MJ turned back to her, her hands full. Patricia looked eerily like Joshua at the moment. Lifeless and empty. MJ thought the honest answer of "Who the hell knows?" might push her over the edge.

"He's where he's supposed to be. He's at rest." She said before turning and placing the weapons back into the duffel.

Scotty was in the kitchen making an ice pack for his head. MJ swung the bag over her shoulder and headed toward the front door. She wanted to be away from them. They had a lifetime of family drama to sort through and she didn't want any part of it. She had plenty of her own.

Scotty met her at the door, heading out first.

"Thank you." Patricia said simply as MJ headed out after Scotty. MJ made no response.

They waited at the end of the long driveway for Sam to return. The moon and stars were noticably absent, hidden behind the clouds, making it pitch dark. MJ paced back and forth, the adrenaline starting to wear off leaving exhaustion and a bad headache in it's place. Scotty was standing still, his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against a tree. After a few minutes, MJ dropped the heavy duffel at the side of the driveway. When she turned back she saw Scotty staring at her intently.

"What?" She asked warily.

"That was intense, eh." He wore a suggestive leer, and MJ found herself actually wishing for the smirk instead.

"I'm just glad it's over." MJ replied, hugging herself against the damp chill of the night air. Come on, Sam. She kept her eyes trained on the road, willing the Impala to appear. She really didn't like that look Scotty was giving her. She heard him move away from the tree, but didn't turn around.

"Hunts always make me horny." He said from right behind her. MJ was startled at how close her was. She hadn't heard him approach her.

"Ew, God! You're disgusting." She said turning to face him. "I appreciate you helping me out in there, but it changes nothing. You're still a creeper and I'm still fifteen and not interested. You'll be gone by morning and I'll never have to see you again. So in the meantime, pretend I don't exist, got it?"

She heard the familiar rumble of the Impala. It was the sweetest sound in the world.

Scotty pulled away from her and with a wink, grabbed the duffel as Sam pulled up to them.

"Whatever you say." Scotty whispered to her with a smirk as he got in the passenger seat.

Sam was on the phone with Dean when he arrived. Scotty insisted that Sam stop on the way back for more beer, saying they needed to celebrate finishing the case and "smoking the spirit". Dean, hearing him over the phone apparently agreed, because as Sam started to protest Scotty's suggestion, he was seemingly cut off by Dean and then gave a disgruntled "fine" before snapping the phone shut. Dean called right back, wanting the full account of what had happened at the Morrison's in Sam's absence. Scotty gladly filled him in, giving a full blow by blow of the fight and exaggerating the parts where he came to MJ's aid.

When they arrived back in Tupper Lake, it was nearly two in the morning, MJ trudged inside, intent on going right to bed. She opened the door and was immediately accosted by Dean.

"Let me see." He said taking hold of her chin and turning her head from side to side. "Are you okay?" He asked taking in the beginnings of bruises on her neck.

"I'm fine, Dean. My throat's just a little sore, but I'll be fine."

"You see? This is why I didn't want you going along!" Dean said as Sam and Scotty came in. Scotty had a case of Blue Light and a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Relax, Dean. You got hurt a lot worse than I did and nobody's on your case." MJ pointed out as she peeled off her hoodie and pulled her hair out of it's ponytail.

"Yeah, well there's no caseworker checking up on me who can take me to foster care if I get hurt."

"Whatever, Dean." She shot him a nasty look as she went into the bathroom to shower.

Dean looked after her curiously, wondering what he had done to piss her off this time.

"Let's get this party started." Scotty said, pouring shots of Jack Daniels for the three of them. He had pulled the shot glasses from his duffel bag, much to Dean's amusement.

Scotty handed one to Dean who took it without hesitation. Sammy however eyed Scotty skeptically, still not feeling like there was much to this case that warranted celebrating. It was tragic, really.

"Come on, Sammy." Scotty said, seeing Sam's uncertain expression. "We did our job, saved some lives, why not pat ourselves on the back?" Scotty asked still holding the glass out to Sam.

"It's Sam." Sam said taking the shot.

"Alright, there ya go!" Scotty laughed raising his own glass. "To cases that remind us that there are people out there just as fucked up as we are."

"Amen to that." Dean said downing his shot.

MJ heard them laughing and talking as she undressed. She turned on the shower and let the water warm up as she inspected the bruising on her neck in the mirror. It didn't look so bad right now, but she knew from experience it would look worse in the morning. At least her throat was starting to feel better. She got in the shower, letting out a sigh. Scotty would be gone tomorrow. She couldn't wait. She hated to admit it, but he had stepped up tonight at the Morrison's. She would give him that. But he was still a huge sleeze, which he demonstrated, yet again, with the crap he pulled right after in the driveway. She was on edge every second of everyday. She would only relax when she was sure he was gone. She was royally pissed at Dean for telling Scotty all about what happened with her mother. It wasn't his business and she fully intended to let Dean know how angry she was. Once Scotty was good and gone that is.

MJ turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She noticed immediately that it was far too quiet on the other side of the bathroom door. She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself, straining to hear any noise. Nothing. She tiptoed toward the door, listening carefully. Something wasn't right. She opened the door a crack. No light was coming from the other room. She opened the door further, the light from the bathroom illuminating the scene in front of her. Her heart dropped into her stomach and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.

Sam and Dean were tied to chairs, sitting back to back, hands secured behind them. Their heads both lolled forward, chins resting on their chests. MJ stood frozen for a few seconds, before instinct kicked in and she made toward her brothers. She had taken one step out of the bathroom, when an arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her off the floor, pulling her back.

"Hey, where ya goin'?" Scotty asked in her ear. He held her tightly against him, his mouth at the back of her neck.

"Let go of me!" She yelled, trying to squirm away from him. This only made him hold her tighter. She looked over at Sam and Dean, who still weren't moving at all. "What did you do to them?"

He hauled her over to one of the beds and tossed her down roughly.

"Relax. They're fine. In fact, they should be coming around any minute." He said walking toward them. MJ scooted to the edge of the bed closest to the door. She considered making a run for it, but didn't want to leave her brothers alone here, unconscious, with this crazy person.

Scotty approached Dean and without preamble punched him in the nose.

"Don't! What's wrong with you? He can't even fight back!" MJ shouted at him.

Scotty ignored her. "Dean, wake up." He said in a sing-song voice. "The show's about to start. You don't want to miss this, eh." Dean stirred, his nose bleeding freely from both nostrils. "That-a-boy."

Dean lifted his head minutely, his eyes half open. He took in Scotty, standing in front of him. His expression cleared slowly as he regained awareness.

"MJ." He slurred, still looking at Scotty.

"She's right here, Dean." Scotty said making his way back to the bed. MJ stood and backed away until she was against the wall, next to the front door. "She and I are gonna get to know eachother better." He smirked at MJ as he walked up to her, grabbed her by her still wet hair and threw her back onto the bed. She let out a pained whimper as she braced herself with her hands. The towel came loose and she scrambled to cover herself. Scotty laughed. "Careful, now. Don't wanna give up the farm just yet." He turned toward Dean as he climbed onto the bed. "Dean, are you with us?" He asked.

Dean was struggling to free his hands. "I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch." He said, his speech more clear and his eyes more focused.

"What did you do? Drug them?" MJ asked, truly concerned, but also trying to stall him and put off whatever horrible things he had planned for her.

"Just a little Triazolam. Knocks 'em out cold, but not for too long." Scotty said looking back at Dean and Sam. "The glasses were coated with it. They never saw it coming. After all, I drank from the same bottle, so it had to be safe, right?" He turned back to MJ. "None for you, though. I want to make sure you're wide awake for this."

"Whatever you're thinking of doing to her, you'd better reconsider. Because if you touch a hair on her head, you won't leave this cabin alive." Dean said in a deadly quiet voice.

Scotty's response was to take hold of MJ's face in his hands and crush their lips together. He forced his tongue between her lips despite her efforts to keep her mouth sealed shut. She shoved against his chest with her forearms, but he only pulled her closer. One of his hands made it's way to her behind. His mouth still on hers, she snarled and dug her finger nails into his chest. This only seemed to encourage him further. Tears stung her eyes as she realized she couldn't fight him off.

"McWhorter!" Dean yelled, a look of pure rage on his face as Scotty grabbed hold of MJ. Dean's jaw clenched tightly as Scotty proceeded to roughly kiss MJ.

MJ cried out when he finally pulled away. He turned to Dean, hatred and venom in his voice. "What's wrong, Dean? Don't like it when someone fucks with your family?"

MJ wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, adjusting the towel again and dragging herself further away from Scotty. She looked at her brothers and noticed that Sammy's hands were moving ever so slightly. She looked closer and saw his eyes were just barely open and he had a look of deep concentration on his face.

"Yeah, well, I didn't like it so much either when you and your dad fucked with my family."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. He could feel Sammy working at the ropes, and was hoping to keep McWhorter talking until Sammy could work them free.

Scotty shook his head, chuckling humorlessly. "So typical of you not to remember me. Of course, I was twelve and my name wasn't Scotty McWhorter." He stopped laughing, the smile replaced by a look of disgust. "I'd like to think that if I killed a kid's father, I would remember his face."

"What are you talking about?" Dean repeated.

"1991, North Cascades National Park in Washington. You and your dad were hunting a werewolf. Me and my dad were camping. Something bit my dad. Something big." Scotty recited all of this as if he had prepared the speech ahead of time. Like he had been waiting to say it for years. "Your dad found out someone had been bitten before you got around to killing the thing. You tracked us down. Found out my dad had turned. You shot him in the heart. He never even knew what he had become. He was innocent."

"I remember." Dean said quietly. "I'm sorry, but your father was killing people. We didn't have a choice."

"You took the shot, Dean. I watched the whole thing. He changed, you saw him go out the bedroom window, and you didn't even hesitate. I saw it all. And I see it every night when I close my eyes!" He yelled. "Just like I see the look of pride on your father's face when you made the shot. I never got to see that look from my father again after that night."

"So you finding us, that wasn't a coincidence. You've been planning this." Dean said. He could feel that the ropes were looser, but still not loose enough. He had to keep Scotty talking.

"I spent years looking for you. I studied up on you. Found out you and your dad kept in contact with Bobby. I knew eventually he'd lead me to you. I didn't expect the three of you to show up while I was there. That was just pure luck."

"If you're not really a hunter, how do you know so much about it?"

Scotty stood and walked quickly toward Dean. "Don't you say I'm not a hunter! I've hunted just as many monsters as you have. Maybe more. But all the while, I was hunting you, too, Dean. Learning everything about you that I could." He started pacing in front of Dean, a maniacal look in his eyes. "At first I was disappointed that your dad wasn't with you. After all, he's just as responsible for killing my dad as you are. But then I realized, there's no better revenge than torturing and killing his entire family." He turned back toward MJ, who was listening in rapt silence. "I knew about you all along. I had plans to come visit you in Chicago. Make a nice present for your brother and father. You can imagine how excited I was when you showed up on Bobby's doorstep along with Sam and Dean." He made his way back to the bed and grabbed MJ's ankle to stop her from moving away from him. He pulled her toward the bottom of the bed and straddled her, pinning her beneath his weight.

"Come on, man, what happened with your dad is between us. Leave her out of it, she's just a kid." Dean said desperately. Come on, Sammy, come on! Dean thought. Sam was making progress, but not quickly enough.

Scotty turned to Dean, still holding MJ down, pinning her arms above her head. MJ craned her neck, so she could watch Sammy. Paraying to God he almost had them free.

"Yeah, she's just a kid. Like I was when I had to go live in a foster home, because my father was killed and I didn't have anyone else. I was her age when I had to go into a juvenile detention facility because none of the foster parents wanted me." He paused, fixing Dean with a look of pure hatred. "I had nobody, Dean. You took away everything I had, and I'm gonna do the same to you." He turned back to MJ who was softly pleading with him not to hurt her.

"Shh." He said placing his forefinger on her lips. "I'm not gonna kill you. Yet. First we're gonna have some fun." He smirked down at her. "And good old Dean is gonna watch."

Scotty reached down and ripped open her towel, looking down at her naked form appreciatively. "You know, this isn't just about revenge. I really am attracted to you." He whispered, loud enough for only her to hear.

"Please don't do this." MJ begged, tears streaming down her face. "Please."

Scotty pulled off his shirt and leaned forward, kissing MJ's neck. "Don't worry, I'll make it good for you. Just relax."

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