Nikki POV
"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg said casually.
It'd taken me about 45 minutes to get my head back and for Meg to regain consciousness.
"Ask? That's it?" I scoffed from my spot, still handcuffed in a chair, next to Sam. "I at least make the guy buy me dinner." Sam's neck and cheeks flushed, and Dean looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"I salted the windows and doors," Bobby said, returning from his quick run around the house. "How's she doin'?" He asked, nodding towards me.
"Still handcuffed." I sighed, exaggerating my statement by tugging on the cuffs and making them clink against the wooden arm of the chair. "You owe me dinner, by the way." I added. "You too Sam." I reminded him, making his cheeks flush again. His jaw clenched as he tried to keep his strong, hard demeanor.
Dean stepped towards the devil's trap. "Where's our father, Meg?" He asked bluntly.
"You didn't ask very nice." She pouted, a dark smirk on her face.
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean asked in the same tone, not missing a beat.
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, I forgot, you don't." Meg pretended to pout.
"You think this is a freaking game?" Dean yelled, walking into the devils trap to rest his hands on the arms of Meg's chair. "Where is he? What did you do to him?" He yelled in her face.
"He died screaming!" Meg said calmly, almost proud. "I killed him myself." The boys shared a look before Dean backhanded Meg across the face.
"That's kind of a turn-on...You hitting a girl." Meg said in a supposed-to-be sultry voice.
"Well you're kinda a loose interpretation of the word." I muttered, glaring at Meg. Dean raised his hand again. "Dean!" I said quickly, stopping him.
I glanced at Bobby. "Think you can make me mobile?" I asked. Bobby grumbled, but un-cuffed one of my hands and pulled them out from the chair's arm before cuffing them again. "Thanks." I said honestly, walking into the other room, thankfully Dean, Sam and Bobby followed.
"Dean you can't keep slapping her around." I said firmly, linking my cuffed hands together and putting them behind my head, trying to get rid of the numb feeling in my arms.
Dean laughed once humorlessly. "She knows where our dad is Nik!"
"No, she doesn't, the demon in her does." I corrected him. Bobby seemed surprised.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked me, curious.
"She's possessed Sam, she's a human girl being possessed." I stated. "I mean, can't you tell? For God's sake, I beat her up! You think I could do that kind of damage to a demon?"
"Are you saying there's an innocent girl trapped in there somewhere?" Dean asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, probably scared shitless from being trapped in her own mind and from being forced to watch whatever the hell that demon's been doing."
He looked back at Meg. "That's actually good news."
"What exorcism you gonna use?" I asked, straining my neck to see the pages of John's journal in Sam's hands. I was cuffed back in the chair, Bobby's doing. Dean and Sam kept assuring me that Bobby would eventually warm up to me, but with the way he was glaring at me out of the corner of his eye didn't really back that up.
"Uh…This one," Sam said, seeing my straining and held the book down so I could see.
When Dean came back from the kitchen, they started.
Sam held the journal as he and Dean walked around Meg, still bound in the circle.
"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg asked sweetly. I noticed she did that a lot, said something so sweet it was like a knife twisting in your stomach.
"Something like that. Hit it, Sam." Dean said, glancing at his younger brother.
"Regna terrae, cantáte deo, pasállite domino-" Sam started reading the exorcism, and I was straining and pulling against the cuffs, wanting to help.
"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg chuckled.
"We're going for it baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Dean said, clearly itching to hit her again.
"Tribuite virtutem deo." Sam continued, making Meg moan in pain, her face screwing up to match it. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to surprise Sam and Dean.
"I'm gonna kill you." Meg said, looking at Sam. "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body." She continued, looking at Dean. "And drag you to Hell." She snarled, this time looking at me.
"You're going to Hell, but you're going alone." I snapped at her. "Unless you tell them where their dad is."
When she just smiled at me, through the pain, I leaned back in my chair. "Well, send us a postcard." I sighed, looking at Sam.
"Exorcitzamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio," Sam read clearly. Meg was convulsing in her chair, her jaw clenched shut, to hold in a scream no doubt.
"Omnis congregatio et secta diabolica." Sam kept going.
Meg screamed, still convulsing. "He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Meg spat out through her heaving breath. Sam and Dean shared a horrified look.
I stared at Meg, narrowing my eyes. "You're lying." I said suddenly, realizing what the golden edges of the devils trap where festering a dark brown. The books I had said that was a sign a demon in a devils trap was lying.
"You're lying, he's alive." I said, suddenly filled with relief. I may not like John very much, but I sure as hell don't want him dead. Dean, Sam and Bobby all looked at me like they wanted to believe me, but didn't think a demon could lie through an exorcism. "Sam, Sam keep going." I urged.
"Ergo…" Sam imminently started again.
"For your sake, she better be right." Dean growled at Meg while Sam read the exorcism. "'cause if that's true, I swear to God, I will march into Hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God."
"Perditionis veneum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae-" Sam paused, a sharp breeze started in the room, turning pages in a book. I sent him an encouraging look. "Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribli nomine, quem inferi tremunt." Meg screamed again as Dean demanded to know where his dad was.
"You just won't take 'dead' as an answer, will you?" Meg snarled.
"Where is he?" Dean yelled.
"Dead!" Meg lied.
"No! He's not!" I yelled over the now wind in the room.
"He's not dead!" Dean yelled, leaning down in Meg's face. "He can't be!" He was literally shaking with anger as he looked at Meg. His gaze snapped to Sam, who had stopped speaking.
"What are you lookin' at?-Keep reading!" He snapped.
"Ab insidiis diabolt, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate sevire, te rogamus, audi nos." Sam read off.
Meg screamed louder this time, her chair slamming into the sides of the devils trap as she writhed and screamed in pain. Still bound in her chair, she was rolling around on the floor, flipping around so much the whole trap was red.
"Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, te rogamus audi-"
"He will be!" Meg screamed, cutting Sam off.
"Wait!" Dean yelled at Sam, throwing a hand up. "What?" He yelled, this time at Meg.
"He's not dead, but he will be after what we do to him." Meg said shakily, I actually expected her to be worse than she was.
I knew what was going on inside her vessel. The demon was burning from the inside out, the exorcism was corrupting the smoke form, leaving it no choice but to stay in the vessel and burn.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean snapped.
"She is." I said, my own voice strained from how hard I was concentrating, trying to give the devils trap more power while forcing my eyes open to see the changes in the thin film of gold light. "She's telling the truth, she's not lying." I said honestly.
"Sam!" Dean ordered him to keep reading the exorcism.
"A building!" Meg finally yelled. "Ok? A building in Jefferson City."
"Missouri?" Dean questioned. "Where-Where? An address!"
"I don't know." Meg snapped.
"And the demon-where is it?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. I swear." Meg answered, her voice was shaky and in pain.
"That's everything. That's all I know." She was pleading now.
"Finish it." Dean snapped at Sam.
"What? I-I told you the truth! Ask-Ask her! Ask the-AskFilius Concuoivi!" She screamed, looking at me. "Tell them!" She screamed, practically begging.
"W-What-?" I started to ask.
"I don't care." Dean snapped.
"You son of a bitch-You promised." Meg growled out.
"I lied!" He yelled back. "Sam?" Sam stayed silent. I looked at him, trying to guess what he was thinking. I had no idea.
"Sam! Read!" Dean said to his brother, almost sounding annoyed.
"We can still use her, find out where the demon is." Sam said calmly.
"She doesn't know, Sam." I said softly, trying to understand how he was feeling. He sent me a sharp look that had the same effect as Dean's glare. But I didn't react to it. "There's an innocent girl in there. You gotta get that outta her, she wouldn't wanna die with that in her."
"What? What the hell are you talkin' about?" Dean asked, looking down at me, confused.
Bobby stepped in this time. "You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken, the only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die."
"We are not gonna leave her like that." Dean snapped.
"She is a human being-" Bobby started.
"And we're gonna put her out of her misery." Dena finished for him.
"If you finish it, I might be able to keep her alive until an ambulance gets here." I offered. Bobby looked at me with narrow eyes. "C'mon, I know I'm not exactly your first choice, but I'm trying to help."
Wordlessly, Bobby un-cuffed me. I stood up, rubbing my sore wrists. I looked at Sam. "Finish it."
Sam glared at me and exhaled sharply as he turned back to Meg.
"Dominicos sancta ecclesiae. Terogamus audi nos. Terribilis deus de sancturio suo deus israhel ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudiem plebe suae." Sam started to read.
I had my eyes closed, hands clasped together in concentration as I recited the spell in my head, channeling my energy into it.
I was concentrating so hard on such a deep part of me, I didn't know Sam was done until I heard that blood curdling scream and felt the dark presence leave.
Everyone was silent for a minute to see if it worked. When the blonde girl gave a soft, wheezy breath, she was imminently untied and carefully laid on the ground.
"Call 911. I can keep her alive for a little bit but I can't save her. Get water and blankets," I ordered quickly, kneeling at the blonde's side and grabbed one of her hands.