Devil's Trap

Dean was already walking towards her, trying to open his flask. He didn't even get the lid off when Meg hit him and he was flung several feet away into a mountain of hard covered books. My throat caught and I paled, not knowing if he was over since he wasn't moving. I made a move towards him, forgetting about Meg but Sam grabbed me by my arm just above my elbow. He threw me back against Bobby, standing protectively in front of us. I could barely peak out behind his superior height and broad shoulders. "I want the colt, Sam, the real Colt. Right now." As if she was really expecting us to just hand it over.

The three of us were slowly backing away but she kept moving closer with every step we took till we were nearing the wall. "We don't have it on us." Sam lied quietly. "We buried it."

Of course that wouldn't satisfy Meg Masters. "Didn't I say no more crap?" She snarled. "I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchester's, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwelmed." Like she had any room to talk about how screwed up our family was. "First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads." I straightened up, quickly getting pissed by her appearance alone. "Lackluster, men." Just the sight of her made me want to hit something.

I saw Dean standing slowly in the doorway and I smirked. "Maybe that's exactly what I wanted." I suggested. She followed my gaze and turned around where she saw Dean.

Dean smirked, turning his eyes to the ceiling above her head. Meg slowly looked up. In orange spray paint was a large enough Devil's Trap that stretched as far as the ceiling would allow already ready for her to stumble into. Deans smirked, "Gotcha."

Not long later and since she couldn't leave that spot, it was much easier tying her up in ropes to a wooden chair from the kitchen then I thought it would be. Dean, Sam, and I all stood on the outside of the circle watching her with cautious eyes. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg said seductively. I just wanted to punch off that smug look she had.

Bobby came hurrying back in, carrying the largest salt canister I'd ever did lay my eyes on. "I salted the door and windows." Bobby explained. "If there are any demons out they, they ain't getting in."

"At least that problem is taken care of." I nodded and we all surrounded the circle that kept Meg in.

"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean demanded.

"You didn't ask very nice." Meg said like she was the innocent in all of this.

In the same tone as before did Dean say, "Where's our father, bitch."

"And I don't wanna hear anything but about my dad, got it whore?" I demanded, still remembering the last time we met. When she had rubbed all up on Sam kissing him, after she tied us all up. And then she tried to kill us. (See Shadow Episodes).

But Meg clearly didn't take my warning to heart, smiling a little. "Jeez, you kiss your mother with those mouths. Oh wait, I forgot." Her eyes said she got nothing but pure sadistic pleasure from reminding us that we never got to kiss our mother. "You don't." I could barely contain my rage, nails biting into my palms of my hands and I practically had flames in my eyes. I was so pissed that I was shaking but I had to force myself not to kill her right there. She was still the only lead to where our father was.

Dean clearly didn't have that problem or control. He flung himself at her, shaking her chair. "You think this is a frigging game!" Dean screamed. "Where is he?!" He was loud enough to echo in my ears. "What did you do to him?"

"He died screaming." Meg said smirking. "I killed him myself."

I may have hatred in me for this demon bitch but I never saw anyone hate more than the look Dean had. He hit her. If she was human, it would've been hard enough to knock her out. But she was a demon so it just split her lip, a little blood running down her chin. Meg didn't seem hurt in the least though. "That's kind of a turn on, you hitting a girl."

I scoffed, "Like you can even be called a girl." I said before Bobby made us follow him into the next room.

"You okay?" Sam asked worriedly as Dean glared back at the room we'd just come from.

"She's lying." He accused. "He's not dead."

"Of course he isn't." I agreed. I felt like somehow, some strange feeling would happen and I would know he's dead. He's still my father after all, we had that bond even though it was ruined by years of separation and anger. But I would still know if he was dead...wouldn't I? I liked to think I would.

"You got to be careful with her." Bobby warned. "Don't hurt her." I looked at him like he was nuts? Why wouldn't we after all she's done to us? We should do it just on principle because she's a demon.

"Why?" Dean unknowingly voice my thoughts.

"Because she really is a girl, that's why." Bobby said like it was obvious.

I looked at him stunned, "Say what now?" I stuttered. That made things so much harder because we now had to worry about not hurting the girl but how else were we gonna get Meg to talk.

"What are you talking about?" Sam clarified my stuttering.

"She's possessed." Bobby said like it was basic demon hunting 101. "That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?" If only it was that easy to tell the difference between a demon and someone possessed by a demon.