A/N: Sorry for the late update! I've been on vacation! Next chapter will be the season finale! Thanks for all the reviews, I love it!
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Episode: Salvation
Dad leads us to Manning, Colorado. We split a motel room and he shows us all the research he did on the colt for the past who knows how many years. He sits at the table with paper spread out all around him. Not only does he have information on the colt, but he also starts pinning his notes on the yellow eyed demon, weather charts, hieroglyphics, pictures, newspaper, etc. on the wall. The man may be dedicated, but he's also borderline obsessed. Not a good obsessed, like the man is kind of crazy.
I keep my eyes trained on the colt. The weapon we've always needed – possibly the weapon I was worth killing for to the demon. I don't even know if this is the weapon the demons are after. But I really hope it is.
"So this is it. This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until about a year ago. For the first time I picked up a trail."
"And that's when you took off," Dean says, putting all the pieces together.
I raise my head away from the gun and look Dad's way. Now it all makes sense, but not telling us the reason as to why he disappeared is just sneaky and incredibly annoying.
"Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation." Dad adds.
"All right so what's this trail you found?" Dean asks.
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us."
"Families with infants?" Sam asks, speaking up for the first time since we got to Colorado.
"Yeah," Dad nods, "The night of the kid's six-month birthday."
"We were six months old that night?" I ask, pointing between Sam and I.
"Exactly six months." Dad answers.
"So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason. The same way it came for me? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of me?" Sam says depressingly.
"We don't know that Sam." Dean's quick to step in and try to wash that thought away from Sam's head.
"Oh really? 'Cause I'd say we're pretty damn sure Dean." Sam snaps.
"For the last time, what happened to them was not your fault," Dean says loudly, frustrated.
"Right. It's not my fault but it's my problem!" Sam shouts.
"Damn it Sam! It's not your problem, it's our problem!" Now I'm shouting and glaring at my twin brother.
I may not have lost Chris the way he lost Jessica and I may not be having his weirdo crazy physic dreams, but I did lose my mom too because of this freaking demon and I'm just as angry and vengeful as the next person.
Dad stands and holds out his hands, "Okay. That's enough."
I clench my teeth together to force myself to shut up and the other two take a breather as well.
It's not that I don't feel bad for Sam, but I wish he would stop thinking this mission was all about him.
"So why's he doing it?" Sam says in a more calm tone. "What does he want?"
"Look I wish I had more answers, I do. I've always been one step behind it. Look, I've never gotten there in time to save…" Dad stops himself from speaking further and instead, looks down with a frown on his face. He doesn't continue.
"All right so how do we find it…before it hits again?" Dean asks, calmer now too.
"There's signs. It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area. Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms. And then I went back and checked...and..."
"These things happened in Lawrence," Dean finishes for him.
Dad nods, "A week before your mother died. And in Palo Alto...before Jessica. And these signs, they're starting again."
"Where?" Sam asks.
"Salvation Iowa."
Looks like it's already time to pack up my bags because I know where we're going next.
I decided to ride with Dad on our ride from Colorado to Iowa. God only knows how stressed out the old man is. But I can take an educated guess just by his deafening silence and permanent glare.
"Dad, can I ask you a question?" I test my chances of being yelled at.
"Now's not really a good time, Allison."
"It's about the colt," I say anyway. This seems to get Dad's ears perking so I continue before he can shut me down. "A while ago a demon cornered me asking about a weapon that apparently only I could give them. They didn't threaten Sam or Dean for this weapon, just me. Were they talking about the colt? And if they were, then why me?"
Dad tears his eyes off the road and narrows his eyes in my direction. "You're being targeted by demons for a weapon?"
Now I wish I never brought it up in the first place. Dad's looking at me like I did something wrong. He looks mad and confused – but definitely more mad.
"They've only approached me a couple times. You would know if you answered the phone."
"Hey! I'm already getting attitude from your older brother, I don't need to hear it from you too."
I roll my eyes and look out the window with clenched teeth. Although I understand why Dad went under the radar – even with us – I'm still hurt and angry at him for leaving us in silence for almost a year.
Dad sighs, "I don't think they were talking about the colt." I turn my head to look back at him so I could read his facial expression. That answer didn't make sense to me. "It wouldn't make sense for them to come to you and only you."
"So then what are they – "
"I don't know." Dad cuts me off quickly. He presses his lips into a straight line and he grips the steering wheel harder. I can tell there's something he isn't telling – something that's holding him back.
Before I can grill Dad on the matter, he's saved by the bell when his phone starts ringing. It's Dad's friend Caleb.
"Caleb," Dad answers the phone. "What's wrong?"
I observe my dad's body language as he talks to one of his hunting buddies – or better known as a hunting resource. His face drops as he listens to what Caleb has to say. For a second he looks sad – tearful even. Then he gets angry – cursing to himself and slamming down on the steering wheel with his fists.
"Dammit!" He hangs up the phone and swerves to the side of the road. He gets out of the car, screaming, "God damn it!"
The impala pulls up behind us. Sam and Dean instantly get out of the car to see what was wrong.
"What is it?" Dean asks.
I get out of the passenger seat and round the bed of the truck to stand next to my brothers so my dad can explain what the hell that call was all about. Sam glances at me as if I might have an answer for him, but even I have no clue what Dad knows despite watching him take the call.
"Son of a bitch!" Dad keeps cursing.
"What is it!"
"I just got a call from Caleb."
"Is he okay?" Dean asks.
"He's fine. Jim Murphy's dead."
"Pastor Jim?" I question loudly out of shock and my heart plummets to the pit of my stomach. "How?"
"His throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."
"A demon," Dean pieces it together. Dad nods. "The demon?"
"I don't know. Could be he just got careless, he slipped up. Maybe the demon knows we're getting close."
"What do we do?" I ask. Now I'm getting pissed off. I loved Pastor Jim. Growing up, he was like an Uncle to me. Dad would drop the three of us off there when he needed a couple of days to himself or Sam and I would hang out there if Dad took Dean on a one on one hunting trip. Living with Pastor Jim was like living luxurious compared to our motel living life.
"Now we act like every second counts. There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We split up, cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."
"Dad that could be dozens of kids. How do we know which one's the right one?" Sam steps in.
"We check em all that's how. You got any better ideas?"
Sam's shoulder slump and he slowly shakes his head. "No sir."
Dad starts walking past us to his truck without saying another word. We all can see the sadness slowly taking over him so Dean acknowledges it. "Dad?"
Dad turns back to us and looks down at his shoes. He's visibly upset. "Yeah. It's Jim. You know, I can't…" His facial expression goes from glum to pissed in a matter of seconds. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes."
I pass my brothers a final glance before I follow my dad back to his truck. My hands instinctively are clutched into fists for the rest of the drive. My blood is boiling under my skin and I can only see red with rage. Killing this bitch has been long over due.
I go with Sam to the Salvation Medical Center to copy a shit ton of birth certificate information into two tiny notebooks. But the whole time we're doing it, all I can think about is how screwed we are. I mean, we are close to 100 different names here.
"Stop it," Sam says.
"Stop what?" I look up from my notebook.
"Making that face. Like this isn't going to work."
"Oh come on, Sam. Like you don't have any doubts?"
"I'm trying not to think about it," Sam sighs and goes back to focusing on the birth certificates.
I roll my eyes and toss my notebook towards Sam, "Well sorry if I can't help but think about our near coming deaths, but here. I finished with my pile of certificates. No one stands out to me."
"Yeah me neither." Sam shuts his own notebook and stands up. "Lets get out of here. Find Dean and Dad and see what they came up with."
Sam and I pack up our things and head out. My thoughts juggle between revenge for Pastor Jim's death and foreshadowing our inevitable death. Both are morbid thoughts.
All of a sudden Sam stops and grips the side of his head. From past history, I immediately know Sam's having one of his freaky visions.
"Sam!" I run to stand in front of him as he doubles over in agony. His eyes are squeezed shut and I can see the veins popping out from his temple. He grunts in paint and grips my arm for support – so hard I know there's gonna be a bruise in the morning.
Sam blinks a couple seconds later as his eyes refocus on reality.
"Are you okay?" I ask and take a step back to look him over.
Sam nods and silently pulls out a map from his bag. Without telling me anything, he starts walking. Fast.
I slap my hands against my legs, frustrated for constantly feeling out of the loop. First Dad and now Sam. I bite the side of my cheek to hold my back from saying anything stupid and I jog after him.
"What did you see?" I ask.
"The demon in another kid's nursery. The baby's mother hanging on the ceiling dripping blood." Sam says.
Now I see why he was so quiet. His vision is exactly what happened to mom. A wave of grief falls over me and by the looks of Sam's face, he feels it too.
Sam leads me to a park where he continues to stare at a map. We sit on a bench by the sidewalk about a block from the neighborhood. The two of us sit in silence. Sam stays in his own head and I do the same. Now the thought of revenge pounds in my head like a boulder.
As we sit, Sam gets hit with another vision. Physically it looks the same. He's hunched over, veins popping, and hands clenched. Knowing better, I don't ask him questions while he's in this state.
I don't even get a chance to ask what he saw this time. His eyes instantly find a woman walking with a stroller on the sidewalk. Sam runs after with a mission in his mind. I cock my head sideways and watch as he offers to hold the woman's umbrella now that it has stopped raining. Then he starts looking at the child and I realize I should probably go over there and listen.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asks the woman who looks to be in her early thirties.
"Yeah," The woman smiles as Sam 'admires' her child. I take a glance and she looks like your average baby.
"Oh wow, hi!" Sam waves two fingers at the baby. I observe the interaction between Sam and the baby and hold myself back from smiling. Sam would have been really good with kids if he lived the life for it. "Oh sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam and this is my sister Allie. We just moved in up the block."
"Hi. I'm Monica. This is Rosie." The woman motions towards her child.
"Rosie? Hi Rosie."
"So, welcome to the neighborhood."
"Thanks. She's such a good baby." Sam continues talking about the baby.
I know I'm slow, but I'm just starting to put the pieces together and realize that this is the baby and woman Sam saw just a second ago. Weirdly good timing.
"I know, I mean she...she never cries. She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's...it's like she's reading your mind."
The grin that ended up slipping on to my lips vanishes completely and I start having a staring contest with the baby who has no clue she even has her fist halfway in her mouth.
"What about you Monica? Have you lived here long?"
"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born." Monica explains.
"And how old is Rosie?" I ask.
"She's six months today." Monica beams. "She's big right? Growing like a weed."
"Yeah." Sam says, distracted in his tone. "Monica…"
"Yeah?"
There's a second of silence and I think Sam is going to blow the entire thing by mentioning the demon and the pattern and the ceiling and the blood…but luckily he stops himself.
"Just ah, just take care of yourself, okay?"
"Yeah, you too Sam. And you, Allie. We'll see you around." Monica walks off with the stroller.
Sam and I watch her go to the first house on the left the same time a car pulls into their driveway. Monica points to the car and says, "There's Daddy!" It makes me sad that this tiny growing and happy family is about to be traumatized for the rest of their lives.
Sam's last vision left him with an ongoing raging headache. I had to convince him to go back to the motel and meet up with Dean and Dad.
At the motel, I serve Sam a glass of water and two Advil tablets as he sits at the table rubbing his temples. Dean watches Sam with concern as he tells Dad about Sam's psychic visions. Dad looks between the three of us confused and slightly irritated.
"A vision." Dad says flatly.
"Yes," Sam says slowly, obviously still in pain. "I saw the demon burning a woman on the ceiling."
"And you think this is going to happen to this woman you met because…"
"Because these things happen exactly the way I see them," Sam answers and finishes his glass of water. I stand to get him another one.
"It started out as nightmares," I tell Dad as I fill Sam's glass with tap water. "Then it started happening while he was awake."
Sam winces, "Yeah. It's like the closer I get to anything to do with the demon the stronger the visions get."
"All right." Dad says. He moves his stare from Sam to Dean. "When were you going to tell me about this?"
Both Sam and I look at Dean for the answer. God knows Dean tried…
"We didn't know what it meant." Dean shrugs. He leans against the counter with his arms crossed.
"All right, something like this starts happening to your brother, you pick up the phone and you call me," Dad says angrily.
I have to physically hold myself back from rolling my eyes.
Dean pushes himself off the counter and takes one step closer towards Dad. "Call you? Are you kidding me? Dad I called you from Lawrence all right? Sam called you when I was dying. I mean, getting you on the phone? I got a better chance of winning the lottery."
Dad sighs and reluctantly nods with agreement, "You're right. Although I'm not too crazy about this new tone of yours, you're right. I'm sorry."
My eyebrows shoot up with surprise. I was expecting a fight.
Sam's phone rings next to me, pulling us all out of this tense moment.
"Who is it?" Sam asks me as I look down at the Caller ID.
"A random number. Want me to answer it for you?" I ask. Sam nods. "Hello?"
"Well this isn't Sam," A female voice replies. Something about it sounded familiar.
"Who is this?"
"Think real hard it will come to you."
That voice – the way it tries to sound sexy no matter who she's talking to, the underlying tone of deception because you know there's a trick to play whenever she's around.
My jaw clenches when it comes to me.
"Meg." Dad, Dean, and Sam's head snap up to look at me. My teeth are clenched so hard, I don't think I'll be able to pry them open to talk to this bitch. "Last time I saw you, you fell out of a window."
"Yeah, no thanks to you and your brothers. That really hurt my feelings by the way."
I scoff, "Just your feelings? That was a seven-story drop."
"You know, I'm happy it was you that picked up the phone. It reminded me of how much I really want to rip your head off. When I see you and your brothers, I'm going to break every bone in your body. And I'm going to make your brothers watch." Her voice moves from sexy-like to threatening and devilish.
I'm glaring at the wall, picturing her in front of me. Hell I wish she was in front of me – so I could find a way to kill her myself.
"You can try, but I'm going to kill you before you even get a chance."
"That's cute. But even if I don't get to you first, there are about a dozen other people like me who want your head on a stick. I guess we'll just have to see who gets their first."
My glare drops and I swallow nervously and glance at Dean who's been motioning for the phone since I said her name. When our eyes meet, Dean can see the worry in my stare. Is she talking about the other demons? The ones talking about some weapon?
"Now that I finally got you to shut your trap, why don't you let me talk to your daddy."
I snap my gaze over to Dad who's looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.
"I don't know where my dad is." I say coldly.
"It's time for the grown ups to talk Allie. Let me speak to him now."
I reluctantly pull the phone away from my ear and hand it to Dad.
Dad takes the phone. "This is John." Sam, Dean, and I keep our eyes trained on Dad as he and Meg pass some words. 30 seconds into the conversation, Dad's face falls. "Caleb?" My brothers and I are now on full alert and I clench my hands into fists, thinking about Pastor Jim and now Caleb. "You listen to me. He's got nothing to do with anything. You let him go." Meg says something else to Dad that makes his jaw clench. "I don't know what you're talking about." Meg replies and Dad starts screaming, "Caleb! Caleb!"
My heart falls to the pit of my stomach and my fists unclench as an overwhelming wave of wretchedness hits me realizing we just lost another family friend.
"I'm gonna kill you, you know that!" Dad yells into the phone.
Suddenly I feel nauseous and I have to hover over the sink just in case. There was just so much information thrown at us at once.
"Okay." Dad pauses. "I said okay, I'll bring you the colt."
I whip around to look at Dad like he's the craziest person I know. Well, because he is – but he's the craziest he's ever been right now.
He continues, "It's gonna take me about a days drive to get there." Meg says something in return. "That's impossible. I can't get there in time and I can't just carry a gun on the plane."
Dad snaps Sam's flip phone shut and paces the room angrily. None of us say anything, afraid that one wrong thing said might make him snap.
"How the hell is she alive?" I whisper to Sam who merely shrugs his shoulders.
"The only way Meg could have survived that fall is if she's not human – something supernatural." Dad answers, running his hand over his mouth.
"What like a demon?"
"Either that or she's possessed by one. It doesn't really matter." Dad sighs.
"What do we do?" Dean asks.
"I'm going to Lincoln," Dad says, starting to pack his bag.
"What?"
"It doesn't look like we have a choice. If I don't go, a lot of people die, our friends die."
Sam stands up, "Dad, the demon is coming tonight. For Monica and her family. That gun is all we got, you can't just hand it over."
"Who said anything about handing it over." Dad says. The three of us look at him quizzically and he explains, "Look, besides us and a coupla of vampires no ones really seen the gun, no one knows what it looks like."
"So what, you're just going to pick up a ringer at a pawn shop?" I ask.
"Antique store." Dad corrects me.
"You're going to hand Meg a fake gun and hope she doesn't notice?" Dean asks, not buying his plan either. There's no way that's gonna work.
"Look, as long as it's close, she shouldn't be able to tell the difference." Dad says.
"Yeah but for how long? What happens when she figures it out?"
"I just…I just need to buy a few hours, that's all," Dad says helpless and for a second, I feel really bad for the guy. He just lost two of his closest friends and he wasn't even given time to grieve.
"You mean for Dean, Allie, and me." Sam says. "You want us to stay here, and kill this demon by ourselves?"
"No Sam. I want to stop losing people we love. I want you to go to school, I want Dean to have a home. I want...I want Mary alive. It's just...I just want this to be over."
No one argued with him after that. One, because we didn't have a plan in mind and two, we couldn't agree more.
Dean and I were sent to the antique shops while Dad and Sam packed and checked all the weapons.
"Why do you think Dad sent us and not Sam?" Dean asks as we walk the aisles of the antique shop.
"Probably to discuss both of their passions for aggressive revenge," I say absent-mindedly.
"Yeah like I didn't hear you threaten Meg over the phone and your face turn stone cold when you found out Pastor Jim and Caleb were murdered," Dean scoffs.
"I am not like them." I turn my head to glare at him, feeling slightly offended that I was being compared to Dad and Sam's overwhelming need for revenge.
"If the shoe fits –"
"Dean!" I stomped my foot like a hormonal teenager. I don't know why I feel so desperate to hear Dean say otherwise. Maybe I was trying to convince myself too.
Dean holds up his hands in surrender, "Whoa, chill there Shortstack. I'm not saying I'm any different. You and me – we're just more realistic. We have a clearer mind. But you can't tell me your dying to get Meg's head on a plate. The demon's too."
"Fine," I accept it. "But I'm not crazy."
"Yeah whatever," Dean says as if he doesn't believe me.
I find an old looking gun on one of the shelves near me. It's silver with a long barrel – definitely old looking.
"What about this?" I ask my older brother.
Dean walks over and takes the gun from my hands and inspects it for approval.
"Looks good to me. Let's check it out of here."
Dean pays for the gun and we drive back to the motel to show it to Dad. When we pull up, Dad and Sam are standing at the back of Dad's truck, talking over things and checking out the weapons like they said they would do.
"You get it?" Dad asks as Dean and I step out of the impala.
Dean hands over the gun that is wrapped in a brown paper bag.
"You know this is a trap don't you," Dean says as Dean looks over the gun. "That's why Meg wants you to come alone."
"I can handle her," Dad says, approving the gun. "I got arsenal loaded. Holy water, Mandaic, amulets…"
"Dad…"
"What?"
"Promise me something," Dean says.
"What's that?"
"This thing goes south just...get the hell out. Don't get yourself killed all right, you're no good to us dead."
Dad glances between the three of us. Sam and I nod, standing behind Dean and making sure Dad promised us this.
Dad nods, "Same goes for you." Silence settles between three of us as we think about the next few hours. "All right listen to me. They made the bullets special for this colt. There's only four of them left. Without them this gun is useless. You make every shot count."
"Yes sir," Sam says. I nod along next to him.
"Been waiting a long time for this fight. Now it's here I'm not gonna be in it. It's up to you boys now. It's your fight, you finish this. You finish what I started. Understand?"
Dad hands Dean the colt. The real gun.
"We'll see you soon Dad." I say, trying to convince myself that he's going to be okay and that I will see him soon.
"I'll see you later," Dad turns around and gets into his truck and leaves.
We watch Dad's truck disappear into the fog the night has created. A common scene that seems to repeat for us – but maybe won't be anymore.
Dean drives us to Monica's house later that night. He parks the impala outside on her curb where we creepily get a good view inside their house. Right now we're watching Monica and her husband finish their dinner in their kitchen. Like I said, creepy.
"Maybe we could tell em it was a gas leak. Might get em out of the house for a few hours," Sam suggests.
"Yeah and how many times has that actually worked for us?" I say from the back seat.
"Yeah," Sam sighs and thinks of more ideas. "We could always tell them the truth."
Dean looks over at Sam with one brow raised. He and Sam just stare at each other for a second, then they both say "nah" at the same time.
"I know I know," Sam says. "I just…with what's coming for these folks…"
Dean stops him there, "Sam we only got one move and you know it, all right? We gotta wait for that demon to show itself and then we get it before it gets them."
Although we're looking out for the demon, I can't help but think about Dad and if he's okay…and worst – if I was going to see him again.
"I wonder how Dad's doing," I echo my thoughts.
"I'd feel a lot better if we were there backing him up," Dean admits, keeping his gaze on the home.
"I'd feel a lot better if he were here back us up."
I'd feel a lot better if we could all be two places at once.
"This is weird," I sigh and slump further down the leather seat. I cross my arms over my chest.
"What?" Dean asks, turning around to look at me.
"After all these years we're finally here. It doesn't seem real."
Dean nods and turns back around, "We just gotta keep our heads and do our job, like always."
"Yeah but this isn't like always," Sam adds.
"True."
"Dean, Allie…ah…I wanna thank you." Sam says awkwardly.
"For what?" I ask suspiciously.
"For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you two. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case."
"Whoa whoa whoa, are you kidding me?" Dean glares at him.
"What?"
"Don't say just in case something happens to you. I don't wanna hear that freaking speech man. Nobody's dying tonight. Not us, not that family, nobody. Except that demon. That evil son of a bitch ain't getting any older than tonight, you understand me?"
The fact that Sam's saying his final thank you's and Dean's wishing we were backing Dad up – I'm not feeling overly confident that we're all going to come out of this okay.
A couple of minutes later Dean's trying to get a hold of Dad's cell while we wait, but after a couple of tries, Dean snaps his phone shut worriedly.
"Dad's not answering," Dean says.
"Maybe Meg was late. Maybe cell reception's bad." Sam suggests.
I doubt it.
Suddenly, the radio begins to static from low frequency. I'm brought back to the day Jessica died, when we dropped Sam back off at Stanford. The radio created a static like this –right before Jessica was killed.
"It's coming." I say, already out of the car.
We sprint up Monica's front porch. I slide a credit card through their front door and easily open it wide. Sam and Dean walk in there first as I walk a couple steps behind. At first I think we're in the clear, and then I see Monica's husband swinging a bat at Dean's head.
"Dean!"
Dean sees him too and ducks just in time. The bat slams into the lamp behind Dean, breaking it into pieces.
"Get out of my house!" He screams at us.
I hate being screamed at when we're saving lives.
Dean grabs the bat and rips it out of the husband's hands.
"Get out of my house!" He repeats.
"Please. Please. Mr. Holden please." Sam pleads with the older man.
Dean shoves Mr. Holden against the wall, holding the bat against his throat. "Be quiet and listen to me. Be quiet and listen. We are trying to help you."
"Screw this," I say to myself and march towards the steps.
"Charlie?" Monica calls from upstairs. "Is everything okay?"
"Monica get the baby!" Mr. Holden cries from under Dean's grasp.
"No!" I scream at her and run up the stairs two at a time.
"Don't go in the nursery!" Sam shouts, following me upstairs.
"You stay away from her!" The husband yells after us, but I trust Dean has him all under control.
By the time Sam and I get to the nursery, Monica is halfway up the wall and there's a black shadow hovering over Rosie's crib. The demon looks at Sam and I, and for the first time I see his eyes. They're glowing yellow – the same color as his teeth.
I'm frozen in place, shocked that I'm actually seeing the demon for the first time. I thought I'd be more angry when this moment came – but I feel more starstruck.
"Rosie!" Monica screeches, pulling me out of my head.
Sam raises the colt and fires at the demon, but the demon disappears in a poof of smoke causing Monica to fall to the floor screaming.
"Where the hell did it go!" Sam screams at me.
"I don't know!" I yell back at him, going for the baby.
"My baby!" Monica cries.
"No wait!" Sam stops her, blocking her with his body.
I grab the baby one second before Rosie's crib explodes into flames.
I freeze, staring at the now burning crib with wide eyes, a pounding heart, and sweaty palms.
"Take her and go!" I scream at Sam, motioning towards Monica.
"Rosie!" Monica continues screaming bloody murder.
"Come on," Sam pushes her.
I follow close behind her with the baby in my arms who is also screaming bloody murder. I hold her close to my chest and stumble down the stairs. The smoke is getting so thick I can barely see through it.
When Sam and I run outside with Monica and her baby, Mr. Holden runs away from Dean and starts screaming at us.
"You get away from my family."
I was about ready to pop this guy in the mouth.
"No Charlie don't," Monica steps in front of him. 'They saved us." Monica turns to me and slowly takes Rosie out of my arms and nods to me, "I mean they saved us." She cradles the baby in her arms and looks her over to make sure she wasn't harmed. "Thank you," She says to all three of us.
Not really caring about Monica and Rosie anymore, I stare down the house that is now engulfed in flames all the way through. In the window that used to be the nursery, the shadow of the demon stares down at us. I can see his eyes all the way from down here.
Like before, I'm mesmerized by his eyes. Yellow. There's nothing great about them; they're just scary. Like a snake, but I feel them on me, staring down into my soul, reading my every thought. I can't look away. It's like there's a connection between us.
"It's still in there!" Sam sees him too, but unlike me, he's ready to charge back in there.
"Sam! Sam, no!" Dean grabs Sam before I can and pulls him back by the shoulder of his jacket.
"Dean let me go, it's still in there!" Sam struggles against Dean's grip.
"No. It's burning to the ground, it's suicide."
"I don't care!"
"I do!"
"Sam, stop!" I say, keeping me eyes on the demon and not my brother. "You're too late."
And just like that, the demon disappears again within the smoke. We missed our chance.
Back in the motel room, Dean and I focus on our next problem while Sam mopes at the table, sulking to himself.
"Come on Dad, answer your phone damn it," Dean paces the room. He hasn't lifted his phone from his ear in the past twenty minutes.
"Something's wrong," I say to Dean.
Although I still feel weird about how I reacted to the demon and his yellow eyes, I had to focus on Dad, where he's at, and if he's safe.
Dean snaps his phone shut and stops to look at Sam, who's just staring at the wall with a scowl on his face. "Sam? Dude are you listening here? Something's wrong."
"If you had just let me go in there, I coulda ended all this." Sam says.
I roll my eyes, "Enough with the self pity Sam. All you would have ended would be your life."
"You don't know that," Sam says accusingly.
"So what, you're just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?" Dean says, walking towards Sam.
Sam stands up to defend himself, "Yeah. Yeah you're damn right I am."
"Well that's not going to happen, not as long as I'm around."
"What the hell are you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives. It's the only thing we've ever cared about."
"Sam I wanna waste it. I do. Okay? And I'm sure Allie feels the same way. But it's not worth dying over."
"What?" Sam looks at Dean, astounded that he would say that. And I'm not going to lie, I'm surprised Dean feels that way too but I kinda agree with him.
"I mean it. If hunting this demon means getting yourself killed then I hope we never find the damn thing."
"That thing killed Jess. That thing killed Mom!" Sam shouts.
"You said yourself once, that no matter what we do, they're gone, and they're never coming back."
Sam breaks and charges after Dean, pinning him up against the wall.
"Sam!" I shout. I step closer to my brothers, but I knew there was nothing I could do to pull them away from each other. They are stronger than me.
"Don't you say that, not you! Not after all this don't you say that!"
However, Dean keeps his composure and doesn't even raise his voice. "Sam look. The four of us...that's all we have...and it's all I have. Sometimes I feel like I'm barely holding it together man...and without you or Allie or Dad..."
Sam let's go of Dean and his face drops like he's just remembering that Dad could be in trouble.
"Dad," He says. He turns away and walks across the room. When he turns back around, there are tears in his eyes. "He should have called by now. Try him again."
Dean holds his phone out for all of us to listen, putting it on speaker phone. Only this time there's an answer – but its not Dad.
"You kids really screwed up this time," Fucking Meg, man. I swear I'm going to wrap my hands around her throat the next time I see her.
"Where is he?" Dean growls into the phone.
"You're never going to see your father again," I can hear the smirk on Meg's face.
My heart beat picks up in fear and anxiety. My hands ball up into fists to tight my fingers turn white. My mind is rolling with a million thoughts per second and the only color I will see is red until it matches the color of Meg's blood on my hands.