At The Warehouse

We made it to the warehouse Sam had previously followed Meg to. And let me tell you, it was a good thing I was a hunter and had gotten fit over the constant years of running and using my strength against something much bigger than me. Or else I never would have had the muscles to get up that elevator shaft. I could see over the edge where Meg was standing at the black altar, speaking in what was probably a dead language since I couldn't make it out. I may have sucked at languages during school but I had come to learn at least which words were which language but I had never heard of the one Meg was speaking. Sharing a look with my brothers, we all nodded.

I eased myself onto the floor, followed by Dean and Sam. I pulled the gun from my pants as I stood, we ducked behind some crates near the wall so Meg wouldn't see us just yet. "Guys." Meg suddenly said in English. I raised my head surprised, Dean and Sam looked just as stunned. She knew we were here this whole time? "Hiding a little bit childish, don't you think?"

Seeing as she already knew we were there, we walked out into the open. "Well that didn't work out like I planned."

"You mean the part where we got caught before we could attack?" I said sarcastically, hands tightening around my gun.

Just like at the bar, Meg completely ignored Dean and I in favor of Sam. "Sam, I have to say this puts a real crimp in our relationship." Which part, the fact that we were pointing guns at her or the part where she was summoning a monster.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam said, glaring at her.

"So where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean demanded.

"If you can even call it that." I scoffed. A Daeva couldn't exactly be someone's friend.

"He's around." Meg said casually. She looked down at the weapons in our hands. "Those guns aren't gonna do much good." As if we didn't already know that.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart." Dean said cockily, looking calm as could be. "The guns aren't for the demon." I was two seconds away from blowing this bitch's brain out.

"So who's coming Meg?" Sam demanded. "Who are you waiting for?"

I wasn't one to stay silent and watch the argument happening. "How much longer do we have to sit here before we kill both you and it?" I demanded, face and body clearly tense.

We never noticed a shadow forming on the wall until it knocked Sam to the ground. I screamed as it rammed into my side, forcing me into the wall. Dean was thrown into the crates, crushing the empty boxes with his sudden weight. I felt blackness edge the corners of my vision for a second there before I completely blacked out.

I wasn't sure how long I was out. But I woke up tied to a post, feeling a sticky substance I knew as blood down the side of my face. It didn't take to long to realize Sam and Dean were also tied to two separate posts nearby, both semi-conscious. "Hey Sam," Dean grumbled. "Don't take this the wrong way but your girlfriend," he coughed up blood for a second. "Is a bitch."

I tried shaking away my pounding headache. "I could have told you that ages ago."

"This whole thing was a trap." Sam seemed to realize. "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a set up, wasn't it?" Meg laughed, a laugh that sent chills down my spine. "And that the victims were from Lawrence." I felt chills, thinking those people were only killed because they happened to be born in the same town we had been.

"It doesn't mean anything." Meg said. "It was just to draw you in, that's all."

"You killed those two people for nothing." Sam glared.

I shook my head. In the words of Dean, "Son of a bitch." I muttered. It always amazed me how anybody could be this cruel. How this one girl would murder just for the hell of it because I doubted these two were her first.

My thoughts were true when Meg grinned proudly and said, "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less."

"You trapped us." Dean finally started talking. "Good for you, it's Miller time." He smiled. "But why don't you kill us already?"

"Damn it Dean, you trying to give her some ideas or what?" I scowled. If only I could reach my leg far enough to kick him but we weren't that close to each other.

Meg looked highly amused. "You Winchester's are something else." Then she leaned closer towards Dean. "The trap isn't for you." I looked at her confused. If it wasn't for us then who the hell could it possibly be for. Dean didn't look like he was having any luck figuring it out either.

Seconds later, Sam has figured it out. "Dad, it's a trap for dad!" My eyes widened, was this bitch stupid or something. If dad even did show up, Meg might as well just kill me already. Dad may come for Sam and Dean which I highly doubted since he never had before. But he wouldn't be caught dead if it was just me.

"Princess, you're dumber than you look." Dean shot back. "Cause even if dad was in town, which he is not, he working walk into something like this." Dean stopped to smirk. "He's too good."

"I'm sure he is." I muttered, having heard enough stories of John Winchester over the years in the hunter community. Before and after I learned he was my father.

"He is pretty good, I'll give you that." Then Meg lowered herself to straddle Dean's legs. "But you see, he has one weakness." He didn't look so pleased about this and I felt like a perv watching it.