Getting Sentimental

"For everything." Sam started. "You've always had my back, you know?" Sam told Dean before looking at me. "And even though I've barely known you a year, you're just as protective even though I'm a grown man and twice your size." I scowled at the quip about my height. "Even when I knew I couldn't count on anyone, I knew the two of you were always there." Duh, where else was I suppose to be. "And ah, I don't know, I just wanted to get this all out." Where was he going with this? "Just in case."

My eyes widened, "Oh hell no!" I snapped. My hands clenched on the bench seat in front of me. "We are not having no this is our last moments on earth speech! I always hated that speech and I always will!"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean demanded pissed, glaring at Sam. "Nobody's dying tonight!" Sam just looked confused like he didn't understand why we were getting pissed. "Not us, not that family, nobody!" Surely not if I had any say in it. "Except that demon." The demon that destroyed everything. "That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"

At the warehouse, Meg was standing alone in the main room. She heard a creak behind her as somebody walked in so she turned around to face them. John had arrived and was standing just inside the doorway. "John, you made it." Meg smiled sinister. "Too bad really, I was hoping to kill more of your friends."

"Sorry to disappoint." John said gruffly.

"I can see where your kids get their good looks." Meg said. "Though I must admit, considering what they say about you, I thought you'd be...taller." John stared at her silently. That didn't deter Meg. "Well aren't you the chatty one. You wanna get to business? Fine. Why don't you just hand over the gun."

"If I give you the gun, how do I get out of here?" John demanded. "If you're as good as they say you are I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Maybe I'll just shoot you." John suggested.

"You wanna shoot me baby?" Meg sneered. "Go ahead, there's more where I came from." A demon guy walked out from the shadows.

"Who the hell is that?!" John shouted angrily.

"He's not nearly as much fun as I am, I can tell you that." Meg smirked. "So I suggest you give us the gun." John didn't take his eyes off the two demons. "Now!" Meg finally snarled, holding out her hand. John slowly handed over the colt. He didn't show it on his face but his heart was racing the entire time she studied it. Meg slowly rose her eyes to meet his, "This is the colt?" John silently nodded but of course Meg just wasn't going to trust his word. Meg handed the gun over to her demon friend. "What do you think?" The demon studied it before casually cocking it. Everyone but the demon was surprise when he suddenly turned to Meg and shot her point blank in the chest. Meg stumbled back, putting a hand to the hole in her shirt. "You shot me!" Meg shouted, not realizing that if the gun had been the colt, she wouldn't be still taking. "I can't believe you just shot me!"

The demon knew exactly what he was doing. "It's a fake." He tossed the gun to the side.

Meg finally realized John had been trying to trick them. "You're dead John." Her eyes flashed black. "Your boys are dead, your daughter is dead."

John was slowly backing away, "I'm never used the gun." He tried talking his way out of this. "How could I know it wouldn't work."

Meg started walking towards him. "I'm so not in this mood for this. I've just been shot!" She shouted as if he hadn't realized this already.

"Well then I guess you're lucky the gun wasn't real." John quipped.

"That's funny John." Meg snarled. "We're going to strip the skin from your bones but that was funny." Meg was briefly distracted by the sound of a gas leak from one of the nearby pipes. It was only a split second but by the time she looked back, John had already raced through the back door, escaping through a back alley lined with pipes. Meg wasted no time kicking down the door before her and her demon friend followed. John had just reached corner of the alley before pulling a level. That loosened a pipe and water started gushing ahead of John. The two demons stopped looking confused. The male demon took a step forward into the water. He jumped back with a scream as his foot started steaming with heat even through his thick shoes.

"Holy water John." Meg shouted over the sound of water. "Real cute!" John just smirked before running into the darkness.

At Monica's house, "Still no answer." I guessed when Dean hung up from calling dad the upmost time."

"Maybe Meg was late." Sam suggested hopefully. "Maybe cell reception's bad. The radio show suddenly changed to static. It didn't click at first until Sam straightened up, changing the station. But everything was nothing more than clear static. The wind suddenly picked up and the lights in the house we were watching started to flicker. I narrowed my eyes, my back straighter than a poke. "It's coming."

I slowly shook my head, "It's already here."

At the warehouse, John made it back to his truck only to find all four of his tires had been slashed. John cursed loudly before he took off running.

At Monica's, "I got it." I hissed, picking the lock to the front door open. We cautiously entered as quietly as we could; Sam in the lead followed by me and then Dean. Dean however, ducked just before he got hit by a baseball bat that smashed a lamp behind him.

"Get out of my house!" The father of the family shouted madly.