Sam's a pervert?
Back at the car, Sam was looking up at Meg's window. The lights to the apartment turned on and Meg appeared in the window wearing a lacy black bra. Sam glanced away uncomfortable but couldn't help his eyes straying back to the window seconds later. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she tugged on her t-shirt. Sam jolted out of it when someone cleared they're throat behind him. A woman stood on the other side of the car looking into his window scowling, clearing thinking he a peeping Tom, which he was being at the moment. Sam started to stutter, trying to explain without revealing anything.
"Pervert!" The woman spat and stormed off. Sam looked after her in disbelief and decided he wouldn't bother telling Chris or Dean. He'd never hear the end of it if he did. That was when he saw Meg leaving her apartment quickly. When she went around the corner did Sam climb out the car and quickly follow.
Meg led him to a wall in an alley and glancing around, she opened part of the wall to reveal it was a door. Several minutes later did he follow, going up the flight of stairs inside. Since the next door was locked, he climbed up the broken elevator shaft next to it. When he reached the next floor, he only rested his eyes just above the floor line so he could see it without being immediately seen himself.
There was a black altar in the center and Meg was standing in front of it. She picked up a silver bowl with fresh blood leaking over the sides. Swirling a finger in it, she started to speak in a language he'd never heard. Finally she started to speak in English like she was having a conversation with someone but Sam couldn't figure out who since she was the only one in the room. "I don't think you should come...because the Winchester's, they're in town. I don't know that...yes sir...yes I'll be there waiting for you." Sam watched confused as Meg sat down the bowl and then blew out the lit candles that was the only light source other than the moonlight coming in through the window.
After Meg left, Sam hoisted himself into the room. He paper as he reached the altar, just able to see multiple human hearts there. The Zoroastrian symbol was also there...drawn in fresh blood.
Back at the motel room, "So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asked after Sam came back and explained what he'd witnessed.
I stopped pacing. "I knew that bitch was up to no good." I said proudly. At least my feeling that something was off about her wasn't wrong.
"Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing." Sam said.
Dean grinned cheekily. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." I scowled as Dean chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes. "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"
"She was talking into it." Sam explained. "The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails." I'd never heard of a demonic communication system before. "She was communicating with someone."
"You think it was the daeva?" I asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Ordering it to do something else?"
"No, those things are savages." Sam said. "This was someone different." There was another player in the game now? "Someone who's giving her orders." So Meg was like just a grunt or something? "Someone who's coming to that warehouse."
I looked up confused as Dean suddenly grab the files we printed out and looked through them. "Holy crap."
"You gonna share with the class, Dean?" I asked, standing up.
"I was gonna tell you earlier." Dean coughed a little. "I pulled a favor with my...friend Amy, over at the police department." More like Dean got laid to get those files. "The complete records of the two victims, we missed something the first time." I looked at him surprised, I thought we had found everything.
"What?" Sam asked. We all circled the table, looking at the files Dean had on the victims.
"The first victim, the old man-he spent his whole life in Chicago but he wasn't born here." He stopped to grab the right file and pointed something out. "Look where he was born."
"Lawrence, Kansas." I read. The same place the three of us were born and spent our very early childhood in.
Dean picked up the second file. "Meredith, the second victim, turns out she was adopted and guess where she's from." Same thing, the paper read 'Lawrence, Kansas'.
"Holy crap." Sam slowly sat down. I started pacing again, unable to sit for long. "That's what everything started." Also known as the first place I was abandoned. "So you think Me: tied up with the demon?" Why else would she be with an altar with blood, hearts, and symbols.
"I think it's a definite possibility." Dean said.
I finally sat down. "Seriously, how do people get involved with these things."
"I don't understand, what's the significance of Lawrence?" Sam asked the question that was on everybody's mind. "And how do these Daeva things fit in?"
"Just one big puzzle after the next." I grumbled, rubbing my forehead.
"I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean suggested.
"I second that." I said quickly, straightening up.
"No, we can't." Sam argued. "We shouldn't tip her off, we've gotta stake out that warehouse." I haven't had a good stakeout since I was a teenager. "We've gotta see who or what is showing up to meet her."
"I'll tel you one thing, I don't think we should do this alone." Dean said. And I knew he was planning on calling John Winchester once again.
"He's not going to answer." I said quietly, turning to move the curtain out the way so I could watch out the window