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Chapter Seven(part 2):
After my confessions, we sat around worrying about dad. "Something's not right," Dean muttered as he paced the hotel room, with agitated steps. I sat crossed-legged on the bed, lore books and papers fanned out around me. "I know Meg. She has something up her sleeve." I replied. Dean stopped. "You knew Meg before-" "This point?" Sam finished Dean's sentence from his place at the kitchen table. I looked up from the lore book I had in my hands, and into their confused faces.
I nodded. "Yeah, she was one of my "trainers."" I dropped the lore book and made quotations with my fingers. "Trainers?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time. "Yeah, trainers. Yellow eyes and Meg." I replied as I picked up the lore. "What powers were they-" Sam started. "Training?" Dean finished. I moved lore books and notebooks aside to slip off the bed and stand before them, only to have Dean to take a quick step back. I gave a sad smile. I knew they would be scared, but Dean seemed more scared than Sam.
"Dean, your thinking 'I wish everything could go back to the way it was.'" I turned towards Sam. "Your thinking 'I'm not the only freak.' And, your right. There are more people out there like us. Their powers just hadn't kicked in yet." I gently smiled at him. What I didn't tell him though, was, Sam was yellow eyes' favorite. Sam was going to be strong. Stronger than me. When he consumed demon blood. It was damn scary. Apocalyptic strong.
"You can read minds?" Dean demanded, bringing me out of my nightmares. He threw a hand in front of his face, as if that would block me from reading his mind. "This was the second time I've read your mind. I won't do it again. You deserve your privacy." I gently touched his hand to bring it down from in front of his face. He nodded, then murmured, "What's your other power?" His voice was thick. "This," I whispered and lifted a pen on the coffee table, making it turn in a circle. It was about all I could do, since the fight with yellow eyes drained me.
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
We got to Bobby's a day later. I walked in the front door of the house, and threw the duffel bag I had in my hands in the entry. It'd been a few months I'd been gone, and I could tell he hadn't cleaned at all. Probably hadn't had a decent meal in the time I was gone too. "Bobby!" I called out. My voice echoed around the house, and I heard the heavy footsteps coming from the den. "Athena," He laughed as he crushed me into his arms. He then held me at arm's length. "Well, I can tell ya the food hadn't been the greatest the past few months." He laughed again, and smacked Sam and Dean's shoulders as they came through the front door.
I looked back to Bobby and patted his arm. "Well, why don't I fix something to eat? What do you boys want?" I called over my shoulder as I walked into the kitchen and toward the stove. "Something edible, Ant." Dean called back to me. I smiled and really glanced around me. I groaned. Though the kitchen was exactly how I'd expected it to be, and I really didn't feel like doing dishes. The sink was full of them, and the table top was cluttered with take-out boxes.
Before I could run hot water in the sink, the front door was kicked in, and in strolled Meg. "You!" She seethed, passing me in the kitchen. Her target was the den. Bobby and the boys seemed to be shocked, they backed up, holding their hands in front of them. I grabbed a sliver knife off the counter where it was laying. The sliver was cold in my palm. "You think you could fool us with a fake gun? And there not be any consequences?" She roared. "Where is The Colt, Dean?" She demanded. I placed one foot in front of the other, avoiding all the creaks in the floor.
Sam caught my eyes over Meg's shoulder, then they quickly flicked away. But it was too late. Meg had noticed. Before she could turn in my direction, I murmured, "Blind." I had never done this before, making my enemy see something that wasn't there. It was something I was still studying when I escaped. I prayed to God it worked, or I would have one majorly pissed off demon on my hands. Her blue eyes went wide, and vacant, searching for anything.
"I didn't know you hadn't gotten this good, Athena. Now, give me back my vision." She gave an evil smile. Sam, Dean, and Bobby walked up cautiously, taking in the scene between Meg and I. My head started to hurt. "Don't just stand there, you idiots. Put her in the devils trap. I don't know how much longer I can keep her blind." I barked out, the veins popping out on my temple. They quickly broke apart, doing as I demanded. Sam and Bobby grabbing the demon and shoving her in the devils trap, Dean bringing up a chair and rope from the basement.
I let her go, dropping to my knees and grabbing my head. I could feel the migraine coming on. I looked up to see Meg look up at the ceiling, the devils trap staring back at her. "Gotcha," I groaned with a smile.
"Where is he, Meg?" Dean demanded, leaning down until their noses almost touched. His voice was quiet and calm. Like the calm before the storm. I shivered. When the boys were loud and arguing, that was normal for the Winchester boys. But when they got quiet, face wiped of any emotion, a glint in their eye, they were down right scary. Meg gave an evil smile. "He's dead. He screamed to see his kids one last time." She laughed. Dean, in his rage, slapped her. "Dean! Be careful! There's a poor defense-less girl in there." I said, taking a step inside the devils trap and gripping his arm.
"She's lying," He spit in agitation. He shook my hand off, then walked out of the room. '"You know, it was fun training you. You fought every step of the way. Just like a Winchester." The comment slapped me across the face, but I refused to lose it over one comment. "Where's my dad?" I asked calmly. I felt Bobby's and Sam's presence behind me. "He's dead! Why won't you except that!" She screamed. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the flask of holy water I had there. I doused her with it. She screamed. "I know you Meg. I know when you're lying." I spit out between clenched teeth.
"We won't send you back if you tell us where our father is." Dean said, walking in from the kitchen. I whipped my head in his direction, and stared dumbly at him. He rubbed his pointer and middle finger across the tip of his nose. I gave a faint jerk of my head to let him know I understood. A rub across the nose ment he was lying. A scratch on the head ment we were in trouble. A tug on the ear ment get the hell out of here, I'll find you later. And a wink ment Dad, Sam, Dean or I was near. It was something Dad had made us learn for situations like this one. Dean got right down in her face. "Tell me where our dad is."
~Carry On My Wayward Children~
The girl Meg had possessed died on Bobby's floor. We cleared out after that. We found out that dad was still in the town he took the fake colt to. "What did Meg mean about Sunrise?" Dean asked as he loaded a shot-gun full of impala by the river, the sun in our eyes. I shielded my eyes ads I looked up to Dean from my place on the hood of the car. "Who knows? It could have been the last thing her human mind saw." Sam said from his place leaning against the right side of the car, a lore book Bobby had given him laying open on the roof.
Suddenly Sam grabbed up a white marker and drew a sign on the right side of the trunk. Dean caught him. "Dude! What the hell are you drawing on my car?" Dean demanded. Sam finished, then drew it again on the left side. "It's like a supernatural lock box. No demons could get in." Sam almost sounded excited. "So?" Dean demanded, not understanding. I clarified. "He means we can store The Colt there until we get dad." I said, jumping off the hood of the car. "Actually, I like the idea. Put The Colt in there, Dean." I said, pointing to the trunk where Dean reluctantly placed the gun.
Something caught my eye. Sunrise. "Dean, Sam. Look." I said, pointing to the side of the building, where the word Sunrise was printed in fading words. "Too weird to be normal. Lets check it out." Dean said, smiling.
Sam went inside the building to pull the fire alarm, and quickly came back out. "We have seven minutes. Lets get started." Dean said, and we gathered around in a circle to hear his plan. Once the fire truck showed up and people started coming out, Dean and I would walk up to a fireman, pretending to be a couple wanting into our apartment. Sam would then go to the fire truck, getting us fire suits, and adding holy water to the water in the tanks. By then the fire truck was there, and we waited for a few minutes. "Showtime," Dean muttered, and we split up. "Ready?" Dean asked me as he grabbed my hand and basically dragged me over to a fire fighter.
"Can you tell me what's going on here?" Dean asked in a worried voice, forcing me to stop beside him. The fireman turned around. "Fire alarms went off. No one is allowed inside." The fireman stated. "But, we have a pug up there, and when he gets nervous, he likes to pee. A lot," Dean clarified. I stood silent beside him, trying not to laugh. The story was barely convincing. "Sorry, sir. No one is allowed in." He gave a small smile. Dean finally relented, dragging me back behind the fire truck. I burst into laughs. Dean glared and let go of my hand. "Sorry. Just, you with a dog? No, I couldn't see it." I said as Sam held up three fire suits.
We slipped into them and quickly made our way into the apartment building. Almost every apartment was evacuated except for one. Dean banged on the door. "Fire alarms have went off! What are you, deaf?" Dean yelled, then kicked the door in. We fought our way in, finally we got them in the closet. I leaned against the door, but I was barely keeping it closed. Dean leaned against the door, helping me. "Sam, get the salt. Pour it! Now!" Dean yelled, and I stepped out of Sam's way. I made my way back to the only closed-door in the hallway, and threw it open. There lay my dad, his arms and legs spread eagle style, eyes closed.
Something wasn't right. A red flag shot up in my mind as I took off the oxygen mask and quickly stripped out of the suit. I walked up to the bed, my heart thundering. I gently lean over him, placing my ear on his chest. His heart was pounding under my ear. I looked up as Sam and Dean walked into the room, glum expressions on their faces. "He's fine. Let's get him out of here," I said, backing up and letting Sam and Dean grab his arms and throw them around his shoulders. His eyes slightly opened, and his eyes flashed yellow.
I shook my head, it had to be a reflection of the light, but when you were a hunter, something that could be a reflection of the light, could be something Supernatural. I walked up to him and pried his eyelids open. Brown. I sighed and stepped back, and out the window onto the fire escape.
Things went to Hell after that. I should have known it wasn't a trick of the light, but something different. I almost lost a brother, and I lost my father. I was going to kill that damn demon myself when I found him.
On the word of Athena Aurora Winchester, I promise you I will kill the demon that took my family away from me.