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13
I honestly thought I died, but it turned out I was just being a little melodramatic. I woke up the next morning in the motel room on the bed, the slight taste of blood still lingering on my tongue.
"How you feelin' kid?" Dave asked sitting on the bed next to the one I was lying in.
"I'm okay," I replied. My head only hurt from all of those brain cells I probably killed by screaming and crying.
"You sure?" He asked setting down the laptop that he was on. He got up, making his way to me.
"Yep," I said getting out of the covers. "Just tired."
"Still?" He asked resting his hand against my head. "You were sweating like a pig on the way back to the motel, and Bobby said you had a slight fever."
"Really?" I asked. I looked at my hand, just noticing the bandage along the left side covering a little bit of my pinky.
"Yea," Dave replied. "These brandings are a whole new level of painful. I mean having your skin get burnt is gross enough, on top of that it gets worse with each new brand, and now you start getting fevers too?"
"Thanks, Dave." I said wanting him to shut up. "I think I need to purchase a toothbrush." I told him.
He walked over to the table that sat close to the door, shuffling through some stuff in a bag.
"Already got you one." He said tossing me the pink toothbrush.
"This toothbrush is sexist." I said.
"I knew you would say something stupid like that." Dave said.
"Thanks," I said with a grin, making my way to the bathroom. One glance in the mirror and I made my way back out. "How did I get in my bedclothes?" I asked pulling his jacket over myself.
"The magical bed clothes fairy?" Dave tried.
"Dave!" I cried.
"What? It's not like you have anything I haven't seen before!" Dave argued. "It's no big deal."
"It's a big deal to me!" I snapped. "And I don't even like these bedclothes!"
"Right, right, they're your skimpy bedclothes you don't like walking around in, but decided to buy anyway." Dave said.
"I bought them, thinking I wouldn't have to wear them in front of guys." I told him folding my arms.
"Come on, you're in college, obviously a guy is going to see your bedclothes at some point, right?" Dave said.
Oh no. Now he entered weird, uncomfortable, territory that I didn't want to even go near.
I immediately walked away.
"Right!" Dave asked.
"Go away, Dave." I said taking off the jacket after walking into the bathroom, and shutting the door behind me.
I could still hear Dave cracking up in the room, so I turned on the faucet while I brushed my teeth. I winced at the teeth marks made on my lips from last night. While I was brushing I heard the front door slam and the brothers sounded like they were arguing.
I put the jacket back on when I was done brushing and found a very serious Zach and Dave staring at each other when I opened the bathroom door.
"Is everything alright?" I asked.
Just then, Bobby walked in.
"He didn't come back," He said regretfully. He glanced at me and I diverted my gaze.
"I knew it." Zach said. "Something is wrong. Yellow-eye's probably has him by now. You should have let me go back in there and kill him!"
"You know you and Dad are so ready to risk your lives to just end this thing, but I'm the one who has to bury you, I'm the one who has to keep going on by myself!"
"Well then you shouldn't have let him go Dave!" Zach yelled.
"What was I supposed to do?" Dave wanted to know. "Just let everyone we know die? You think Dad would've stood for that?"
"Well Dad's probably not alive!" Zach said causing Dave to get up and threateningly make his way to his brother.
"Stop it!" Bobby cried out. "You two idjits are gonna kill each other if you don't stop to just think for a second."
Oh no. This wasn't good. Maybe I remembered wrong. Maybe Meg did kill John and I screwed everything up by encouraging him to go. All of this was entirely my fault.
"Zach," Bobby said. "Your brother is right. John had to go to that demon and deliver a fake gun or more people were going to die! But we can't just sit here and bitch about it, we're going to do something, and make sure your daddy doesn't die!"
He grabbed Dave's phone that was sitting on the table and tossed it to him.
"Call his phone, again." Bobby suggested.
Dave did as was told and by the look on his face, he was not happy with whoever it was that picked up. Without a word, Dave hung up, and looked at us.
"They've got Dad." He said.
"They what?" Zach asked in astonishment.
Crap, crap, crap.
"Alright," Dave said grabbing the colt. "We've got to get the hell out of here now."
Immediately I grabbed the bag of clothes I got pulling out a pair of pants and a button down shirt.
"Why?" Zach wanted to know.
"Because the demon knows we're here. It knows we have the gun, and it's probably coming after us." Dave explained.
"So what? Let it come for us." Zach said.
I stopped what I was doing and looked at Zach and Dave.
"We still have enough bullets to get him." Zach argued.
"Listen to me, Zach," Dave barked. "We can't take him, because we don't know how many demons he's sent after us, we aren't prepared. What good are we dead?"
"What you need is a plan," Bobby said. "They probably have John alive somewhere, it's just a matter of finding him."
"If we can't get him out without anyone noticing, we'll take him for the gun." Dave said.
"Wouldn't Meg have mentioned a trade off if it were possible?" Zach debated.
"Don't, Zach." Dave warned.
"Look, I don't like the idea of it either, Dave. I'm just saying we have the colt, and Dad would have wanted us to kill the demon."
"No." I hissed. "Until you see John's dead body, you are going to assume he's alive!"
"Why?" Dave asked me. "Do you remember this? Do you remember him being alive?"
"I don't remember Meg killing him." I told him.
"I'm just suggesting that we do what he would have wanted us to!" Zach cried.
"Quit talking about him like he's already dead!" Dave yelled. "Until we find Dad, everything else stops."
"Alright fine." Zach said. "How are we supposed to find him?"
"How about you boys come back home with me," Bobby said. "And we'll figure out something there."
"Like what?" Zach wanted to know.
"Like anything." Dave replied. "We'll have his books there, we can figure something out."
Another drive. Hopefully during this time, John wouldn't die.
"You two start loadin' the car," Bobby told them. "I'll talk to Ella and see if she remembers anythin' else."
Uh-oh.
The boys packed up what they had left out and carried them down to the cars.
"Bobby, they're going to hate me." I said starting to freak out.
"They aren't gonna hate you," Bobby said. "I just need you to tell me if you remember anything, anythin' at all other than what you already told me."
"I don't!" I replied.
"Think hard," Bobby said.
I did. I thought about this episode, and what happened after they talked to Meg, the problem was I could hardly remember anything that was happening right now. Why was this episode so difficult to remember?
"I don't remember anything. All I know is that John dies, and I don't know how, or when, or who or what kills him." I said in complete despair.
"I thought so," Bobby said breathing in deeply.
"Why?" I asked growing curious. "What does that mean?"
"I think…" Bobby paused for a moment and took a seat. "I think it means that it's supposed to happen."
"What?" I asked.
"That's what you said isn't it?" Bobby said. "If you can't remember somethin', then maybe it's important… to the storyline? At least that's what Dave told me you said."
Which was true. I did in fact, come to the conclusion that if there was something I couldn't remember, it was because I wasn't supposed to change it. But that didn't make sense.
"How come I remember he dies? If I remember that, it must mean I'm supposed to stop it, right?" I argued.
"How?" Bobby wanted to know. "How are you supposed to stop somethin' you don't even know anythin' about? You might as well just say that we're all dyin'. I'm dyin' aren't I? I don't know when, or how, but I know that I'm gonna die. Same with you, and same with the boys."
"You know that's not what I mean." I said.
"You've gotta stop beatin' yourself up about this." He told me. "It ain't your fault."
"You think this is your fault?" Zach asked walking in, with Dave following behind.
I hope that was all they heard.
"Cru, that's nuts." Dave said. "Dad left because we knew that was the only way to keep everyone safe. He got caught. That ain't your fault."
"It is." I said. "I said it was okay for him to go. I screwed up."
"Look if you didn't, more people would've died." Dave said.
"Right, now instead he is." I blurted wanting to sink in a hole.
"No he's not." Dave said. He paused for a moment. "Is he?" He asked seriously.
I just looked up at him. I told them. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to but I just did.
Dave grabbed me by my shoulders.
"Ella, does my dad die?" He asked calmly, although I could tell he was about to break any second.
"I don't know how or when," I started causing him to let go of me and throw the closest thing next to him on the ground. "But he's not dead yet."
"Cool it, Dave." Bobby said sternly.
"I will not 'cool it', Bobby! Dad is going to die!"
"No he's not." Zach said. "If Ella remembers it then we can stop it."
"You heard her, she doesn't know how or when, " Dave said.
"It's like you said, Dave," Zach argued. "Everything stops until we find Dad. Now that we know we're on a time limit, we know we have to hurry up, and Sioux Falls isn't far from here. "
"Let's go now." Dave ordered walking out with Zach following out.
I shoved the clothes I already took out into my rucksack along with my toothbrush and comb as well as the knife I recently got, and grabbed my other bag and followed Bobby out the door.
"They don't hate you, kid." Bobby told me once looking at my expression. "If you want you can ride with me while the steam is still blowin' off." He offered.
I smiled and kissed his cheek. He immediately blushed.
"Thank you," I said. "But I think I better go with those two. I might remember something if I'm with them"
"It's up to you," He said.
I smiled and made my way to the black car that Zach was waiting beside. He pushed the seat forward and I climbed in, and as soon as Zach sat down, Dave sped out of the parking lot.
I predicted that it would be a very long and awkward car ride, considering Zach and Dave probably wanted to kill me for being so stupid.
"You should've told us sooner, Cru." Dave said.
"I know," I replied. "I just thought you guys would hate me, and apparently I was right."
Dave turned to me briefly, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Hate you?" He asked. "You don't still think this is your fault do you?"
"You don't?" I asked in shock.
"No," Zach said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Ella, none of this is your fault."
"You really think that, even after knowing that your dad is going to die now just because I told him it would be safe for him to go?" I wondered.
"Listen," Dave told me. "Meg is the reason he's there, not you. And unless you are the one that pulls the trigger, or stabs him in the heart we don't blame you if anything happens to him."
"And neither should you," Zach quickly added.
"Right," I replied.
"You don't sound very convinced."
I only shrugged.
"I'm just angry at myself because I don't remember anything other than the simple fact that John doesn't make it." I told them in frustration.
"You're not psychic!" Dave cried. "I mean with that kind of logic, we could blame Zach for not seeing it in a dream or vision or something. Quit blaming yourself for not knowing everything."
He had a point, but it wasn't just about blaming myself. I just felt so powerless. Not being able to do anything about something so terrible made me feel… worthless. Why was I here if I couldn't take advantage of the fact that I knew so much?
I just sighed and rested along the seats. I closed my eyes and hoped that I could just forget about it and drift off to sleep.
I dreamt of this strange man sitting in front of me asking me questions, and I couldn't quite make them out. It didn't really feel like an interrogation, but I still didn't feel comfortable. The man seemed cheerful, almost excited. I knew it was just a dream though because I'd never seen him before, and everything he was asking didn't make any sense. He asked me, "What's next for Ella?" and I only shrugged.
I woke up and found a magazine on me chest.
"I found the Vogue magazine." Dave told me standing outside the passenger door, waiting for the tank to fill up. "Don't kiss me though." He quickly added.
I flipped it over, and found the words printed in red at the top.
"Thanks," I said with a smile.
I looked up at Dave and he seemed so proud of himself for cheering me up. I sat up straight to see Zach sleeping. When Dave got in the car, following Bobby out of the petrol station he turned to me.
"We're only a couple hours out from Bobby's." Dave told me.
"Do you guys have a plan?" I asked.
"I just talked to Bobby," Dave replied. "He said that he could make a devils trap for Meg and grill her for answers."
I smiled.
"I think I remember that going in our favor." I said.
"Good," Dave said with a grin.
Okay, so maybe things were looking up. Maybe we were going to save John, and he didn't have to die, and fine, I probably would've rewritten the next few seasons but who cared? John Savage was going to live!
When we pulled into Bobby's the first thing I wanted to do was frolic in the magical field of torn down cars that I was so familiar with, but I knew there was a more serious task at hand.
The devils trap was painted in red on the floor of Bobby's living room. He simply reached into his cupboards and drawers for ingredients to summon a demon. Passing a leather bound book over to Zach Bobby lit the candles and began reciting a chant.
Soon enough, Meg's scrawny form appeared before us.
"Cute." She said folding her arms. "But if you think I'm saying a word you've got another thing coming."
"We're prepared." Dave told her.
"What the hell is this?" She demanded to know, as Zach grabbed a chair and tied her down.
"Our preparations," Dave said.
Unexpectedly, she began laughing.
"You want to know what happened to your father?" She asked with a smile on her face. "He died begging for his life. I killed him myself."
After a bit of a pause, Dave hit her so hard, it made me jump.
"You think this is a freaking game?" He wanted to know. "Zach,"
As if the simple utterance of his name were to do it, Zach began reading out of the leather book. Meg laughed again.
"An exorcism?" She asked. "You really think that's going to work with a demon like me?"
"We're willing to take as far as it needs to go." Dave replied.
Zach continued reading, and Meg's body started to shake uncontrollably as she gripped the wood of the chair so tight, her knuckles turned yellow.
"He screamed." She growled, though it was easy to see she was struggling to speak.
Zach stopped.
"He screamed, and begged for his life. He was so pathetic, he was on his knees crying, begging to see his precious sons one last time." She said. "That's when I slit his throat."
Dave looked at Zach and back at Meg. Zach continued reading while Dave stooped down to be at her eye level.
"You better hope for your sake that you're lying," He threatened calmly. "'Cause if you're not, I will march into hell myself and slaughter each and every single one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God."
I guess I shouldn't have smiled but it was one of my favorite lines from season one, I couldn't help it.
"Where is he?" Dave hollered into her ear.
"He's dead!" Meg yelled.
"You're lying! Tell me where he is now, or you go straight back to hell!" He barked standing up straight.
"Fine!" She cried.
Zach stopped.
"I'll tell you if you promise to let me go." She said giving up.
Dave looked over at Zach and Bobby. He folded his arms and nodded his head.
"Okay, I'll let you go." He said. "Now tell me where he is."
"Azazel has him." Meg replied. "In a town in Missouri. Jefferson City. They're keeping him in a building."
"What kind of building?" Dave wanted to know.
"Some motel called Sunrise or something."
Dave only looked at her dubiously.
"I'm telling the truth!" Meg yelled.
"I know." Dave said. "Finish her." He told Zach.
"You, asshole, you promised!" Meg cried.
"I lied!" Dave growled. "Finish her, Zach."
"Hang on a second," Bobby said taking the boys aside. "The girl in that body will die if you exorcise that demon."
"What do you mean?" Zach asked.
"Her body is broken from her fall in Chicago. The only thing keeping her alive is the demon." Bobby explained.
"We can't keep her locked in there," Dave argued.
"She'll die." Bobby reiterated.
"So lets take her out of her misery."
Dave looked at Zach who reluctantly continued reading. Line after line, the demon was growing weaker, until eventually a black cloud burst from the girl, and disappeared into the trap.
Quickly the boys untied the girl who was coughing for her life.
"Thank you," She wheezed, too weak to keep her own head up.
"That demon," Zach said laying her down. "Was it telling the truth?"
"Yes," She replied, turning to me. "Who are you?" She asked. "I couldn't see you before."
"I was here the whole time." I said looking at Dave.
"How come I couldn't see you before?" She wondered coughing up some blood. I grabbed a paper towel that sat conveniently close by and wiped it off her chin.
"I think you couldn't see me because I don't think demons can see me." I told her, "Now that you're you again, you can see me."
"You're so cute." She said with a sad smile.
Shit. I was going to cry. I didn't even care when I was watching the show when Meg died, and now I was going to bawl any second.
"I'm sorry," I said my eyes already watering.
"Why?" She wanted to know. "You guys did me a favor." She smiled and rested her head back. "Now I'm me again."
Then she wasn't breathing anymore.
"You guys," I said tugging at Zach's shirt in desperation.
"C'mon, Ella." Zach said scooping me up.
I just started crying into his shirt. This was so embarrassing but I had never even seen a person die, and Meg was so nice to me within those last moments, I couldn't keep it in.
"You three head on out to Missouri." Bobby said. "I'll take care of her."
I wiped away my tears, and walked with them to the Impala.
"So you think anything non-human can't see you?" Dave asked.
"Yea, I think so." I replied.
"We're going to have to get there sooner than twelve hours," Dave said climbing into the car. "Or Dad's going to get tortured to death or something."
Like I said, everything was so much quicker on TV.
"I'm going to look up motels in Jefferson City with the word sunrise in them. " Zach said pulling out his laptop.
I just sat in the back and stared out the window. How did these guys get so used to seeing people die? How were they able to deal with so much loss, and just get their heads back into their job like it was nothing?
Dave looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"You'll get used to it." He told me.
"I know." I said gloomily. "Let's just kill this yellow-eyed son of a bitch."
"That's the spirit." Dave said stomping on the pedal.
We only made one stop the entire car ride and managed to make it nine hours with Dave's speeding. Unfortunately there was more than one Sunrise Motel in Jefferson City, but Zach deduced it to the one that had the most visitors.
"They want to be hard to find." He explained.
We drove to the one deeper in town, and parked right outside.
"There are two floors how do we know what room they're in?" I wondered.
Dave got out of the car and we followed after, as he discreetly made his way to the fire alarm.
"Oh no," I muttered squeezing my fingers over my ears.
It wasn't enough to block out the sound of the ringing.
"Run around the building!" Dave instructed having to yell over the sound. "And check which door doesn't open!"
We split up, and like mice scattered around the building looking to see if any of the doors remained shut. I stopped at the back to see people run out of their rooms from both bottom and top floors. One door at the far end remained closed however and as Zach approached me from the other end he made note of it. He pulled out his phone.
"We found it," He said. "It's near the back."
When Dave joined us, he carried a duffle bag with him, and pulled out a large salt canister and handed it to Zach.
"I say we just go in there guns a'blazin'." Dave said readying his gun.
"That's a really bad plan." I said.
"We don't have time to plan," He pointed out. "The fire trucks are going to pull in within the next five seconds, we gotta get out of here by then."
"Just let me go in first," I said. "The demons can't see me, remember?"
"Alright fine," Dave said.
I ran to the stairs and bolted up them, waiting for Dave to kick open the door. I walked in myself, alarming the demon that was most probably wondering how the door opened, considering Dave instantly hid himself. The demon walked passed me, clearly unable to see that I was there, and as he made his way to the door, Dave revealed himself and began fighting the demon.
The demon turned out to be significantly stronger and shoved Dave across the room. When Zach began attacking, the demon sent him to the ground as well repeatedly punching him.
"Dave, do something!" I cried.
Out of nowhere, Dave reached behind and pulled out the colt that was tucked into his waistband, and shot the demon in the head. While Dave went to go help Zach up, I ran into the closed off bedroom and found John standing by the window almost admiring the scene of fire trucks assembling in the parking lot.
He turned around briefly to see what opened the door, and I saw the yellow in his eyes. He couldn't see me.
Zach and Dave entered.
"Dad?" Dave asked.
"It's not him." I told them.
Immediately the colt flew out of Dave's hand and both brothers were pinned to opposite walls.
"You son of a bitch." Dave growled.
"You found me," John's voice said.
"We're going to kill you," Zach told him.
"I don't think so." The demon replied.
"Why'd you do it?" Zach wanted to know. "Why'd you kill them?"
The demon grinned.
"Simple," he said. "They were getting in the way of my plans for you. I have plans for the other kids that are like you too."
I slowly made my way to the colt, and picked it up. Now Azazel couldn't see it.
"I knew I had to act fast with Jessica when I heard you were shopping for rings." The demon faced Dave. "I bet he never mentioned that small detail did he?"
"Look why don't you just get this over with and spare me the monologue?" Dave suggested, still struggling out of this invisible hold the demon had on him.
I slowly made my way to Zach who protested trying to hint that he couldn't move his arms. Was I supposed to do this?
No. No way.
Dave even said: Unless I was the one who pulled the trigger he wouldn't blame me for anything.
Now here I was holding the gun in my hand with the power to end everything right then and there, including my somewhat good relationship with the Savage brothers.
"You know," Azazel said, "I see right through the act Dave. You may fight to keep this family safe, but they don't need you. You need them."
Dave glanced at me and I only shook my head.
"Speaking of family," Azazel continued. "That little exorcism you pulled. That was my family."
Dave was as stunned as the rest of us, but he put on a smile anyway.
"Well, I showed her a nice time, didn't I?" He said.
The demon took a few steps back and the moment of complete silence was followed after by Dave screaming as blood poured from his shoulder.
"Dave!" Zach cried.
He looked at me and I shook my head vigorously.
"Do it!" He yelled.
"I can't!" I cried.
Azazel spun around at the sound of my voice, still putting Dave through his torture.
"Who are you?" He demanded to know.
"You can see me?" I asked in bewilderment.
With one glance at the colt in my hand, Azazel sent me to the other end of the room.
"Dad!" Dave called coughing up blood.
Azazel looked at Dave with a grimace.
"Don't you let this bastard do this to us!" Dave yelled. "Don't you let him win!"
The demon remained stagnant. Both Zach and I struggled ferociously in our constraining positions to somehow beat the power Azazel used.
"Don't you let it kill me," Dave was begging now, the blood dribbling from his chin. "Dad, please."
Suddenly, Dave was no longer awake, and as soon as he had closed his eyes, Zach and I were dropped off the wall. John struggled to keep his balance, and hung on to the bedpost. Zach leapt to the gun and pointed it at John whose eyes instantly turned yellow at its site. Without hesitation, Zach pulled the trigger, causing me to scream, Dave to fall from his pinned position on the wall, and sending Azazel to the ground.
A surge of relief came over me once I saw it was only his leg. Another one followed after at the sound of Dave coughing. I quickly ran to his side, and was about to help him up when I heard John speak.
"Zachie, do it." He urged. "He's still in here, and I can't keep him for much longer. You've got one bullet left so use it."
"Don't do it Zachie!" Dave cried.
"Please, son!" John begged. "You can end this now!"
"Zachie, if you do this," Dave started. "Then it'll be just like how Cru saw it. Dad will die!"
"Zach listen to me, son, please!"
"I can't, Dad." Zach said lowering the gun.
John gave up and fell back as the cloud of black smoke erupted out of him.
"We need to get them to the hospital." I said.
"I can carry my dad," Zach said tucking the colt in his waistband. "Do you think you could help Dave?"
I nodded, and helped him up. Firefighters chose the wrong time to walk in.
"What's going on in here?" One of them demanded to know.
I could tell by the way he was readying himself that Zach was going to try knocking these guys out.
"Our brother and dad," I quickly said. "They got into a bad fight." Oh my God what was I saying? "We need to take them to the hospital."
"Alright," One fireman said. "We'll carry them down to the paramedics."
"No!" I cried. "We smelled smoke inside the bathroom. I think it's coming from the roof above us!"
Was I going to get in trouble for lying like this? Oh my God I was going to go to jail. Why did I have to be 18?
"Do you have this under control?" One firefighter asked Zach who immediately nodded. "There are policemen outside. You need to report a domestic dispute to them. These guys look pretty beaten up."
"Absolutely." Zach replied with no intention of actually doing what was suggested.
The two ran into the bathroom as we dragged Dave and John out and down to the Impala. Dave and I slid into the back seat as John managed to strap himself into the passenger seat. Zach sped out of the lot and towards the hospital.
"That would have never worked in real life." I told Zach.
He only drove on, continuously checking his rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't being followed. I, in the meantime, was trying to wipe the copious amount of blood that had gushed like a waterfall from Dave's mouth.
We had been driving for quite sometime down the freeway and I was sure we were long out of Jefferson City, when John decided to speak to Zach.
"I'm surprised at you Zach." John started as Zach drove down the freeway.
"Dad," Zach tried.
"No." John said sternly. "You had the chance to end it all and I thought that we agreed that this came before everything."
"Not everything," Zach muttered looking back at Dave and me in the rearview mirror.
I turned back to Dave who was fighting to stay awake when suddenly a very strange dark feeling created a pit in my stomach.
"Look, we can start over," Zach began.
Then I remembered.
"Zach, the truck!" I cried.
But it was too late. Within seconds we were sprawled across the Impala, bleeding and unconscious.