A/N: Season finale! Thank you all for reading!
Disclaimer: I only own Allie.
Episode: Devil's Trap
Dean slams the phone shut and I swear I thought he was going to crush it in his hand. He paces the room, trying to get his mind in order to figure out what we're supposed to do next. I know what we should do next – hop in the freaking impala and drive to Lincoln and stab Meg in the neck.
Dean picks up the colt and holds it up to eye level.
"What are you doing?" Sam asks.
Dean takes the colt and picks up his duffel bag. "We got to go."
I immediately stand up and grab mine too, ready to get on the road and gank this bitch.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, alright. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad – it's probably coming for us next."
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come."
I roll my eyes.
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving... now!"
Sam looks at me to support him on this one but I throw my bag over my shoulder and storm out of the motel door. Luckily, I don't hear Sam or Dean at each other's throats about our next move, which means Sam's biting his tongue and letting us go to Dad. Thank god.
Dean drives over the speed limit by at least fifty miles per hour. My leg bounces anxiously throughout the entire drive, my fingers tap my thighs in a light nervous drum, and I keep thinking I'm going to hurl from the tight knot in my gut.
"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him." Sam says.
"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Sam shakes his head and stares out the window. Dean notices his attitude and asks, "What?"
"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam shakes his head, getting more and more upset, "Dad, he might be..."
"Sam, don't!" I say harshly from the back seat. I glare at the back of his head.
Sam sighs, "Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job."
"Screw the job, Sam!"
"Allie, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going."
Dean jumps in angrily, "Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything."
Sam doesn't fight back. He takes a deep breath and asks, "So how do we find him?"
"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken."
"Come on, Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?"
Dean sighs, "You're right. We need help?"
"From who?" I ask. All of Dad's friends are dead.
Dean drives to Sioux Falls, South Dakota and I'm instantly flooded with old childhood memories involving our family friend Bobby Singer. How could I have forgotten about him?
Bobby took care of Dean, Sam, and I every now and then when Dad would go off on his own hunts. The man is kind of an alcoholic but he loved us like we were his own.
Dean pulls into Bobby's lot of old junk cars. I remember playing hide and seek here with Sam when we were children. It would take me forever to find Sam. He was always a good hider. Go figure.
Dean parks right outside Bobby's house – a rundown wooden home with hubcaps nailed to the siding. Outside on a chain is a fairly large dog that I have never known. Bobby must've gotten a pet companion in recent years.
Bobby meets us on his front porch. Dean called him on the way here and told him everything. At first we were apprehensive whether Bobby would even let us come over, but we need help and Bobby is the best.
Bobby's house is cluttered with books everywhere. They're on every table and many chairs. Paper is tacked to almost every inch of the wall in Bobby's study. I mean I know I'm not cleanest person in the world either, but damn Bobby needs to hire a maid or something.
Sam immediately finds his comfort zone in Bobby's study where he's surrounded by books. Dean and I sit with Bobby at his kitchen table to catch up and talk about why we are really here.
Bobby hands over a flask to Dean as he sips at his own. Guess he never got that alcohol problem checked out, but I can't blame him. Living a hunter's life without alcohol is like preparing for suicide.
"What is this – holy water?" Dean asks as he takes the flask.
"That one is," Bobby says and holds out the flash he was just sipping at. "This is whiskey."
Dean takes the offered flask and drinks from it. He offers it over to me but I deny it. I don't think my stomach could hold anything right now.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." Dean says.
"Nonsense, your Daddy needs help." Bobby says.
"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything."
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people."
"Yeah he does," I smile to myself. I don't know why I find it funny that we're not the only people Dad manages to piss off.
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back," Bobby says.
"Bobby, this book…" Sam says from the study, "I've never seen anything like it."
Bobby walks over to Sam and checks out the cover of the book Sam is looking at. He takes a seat at the corner of his desk, "Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."
"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?"
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel."
Sam chuckles.
"Man knows his stuff," Dean says, walking to where the other men are. I follow behind him.
"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three stepped in."
"Why?" I ask.
"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby shrugs.
"Yeah?"
"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more."
"Do you know why?" Sam asks.
"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you three, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it."
Bobby's dog starts nonstop barking outside. He whines and growls, catching Bobby's attention as unusual. Bobby walks over to the window and pushes aside the curtains.
"Something's wrong," he says.
Bobby's front door is kicked open and Meg's familiar face saunters in. Contrast to her usual cocky smirk, she's snarling and looks pissed.
I immediately reach for a kitchen knife which I know will do no good if Dad's right and she is in deed a demon, but it might slow her down.
"No more crap, okay?" She says through a glare.
Dean charges at her with the flask of holy water, but before he can fling it at her, Meg punches him, which shoots him across the room and into the wall.
"Dean!" I yell after him, but his eyes are closed and he seems to be unconscious.
Sam steps protectively in front of Bobby.
"I want the colt, Sam – the real colt – right now," Meg turns to face him, ignoring me like I'm chopped liver.
Sam and Bobby slowly move across the room, trying to draw Meg into our trap – more specifically a demon trap.
"We don't have it. We buried it." Sam tells her.
"Didn't I say 'no more crap?' I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three Chuckleheads. Lackluster, men and one brat. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
When Bobby and Sam draw Meg right under the demon trap, I chuckle to get her attention. Meg whips around to glare at me. I still don't get why she hates me the most but for some reason I kind of like it. It makes me want to kill her even more.
"Actually, we were counting on it." I tell her. My eyes travel up to the ceiling at the large circle with different kinds of symbols inside it are spray-painted. Meg follows my gaze. "Gotcha." I wink.
Dean wakes up as Sam ties Meg to a chair in the middle of the trap. Her wrists and ankles are bound to the wooden chair by leather ties. I wanted to duck tape her mouth shut so we didn't have to listen to her speak anymore, but Sam said she needed to tell us where Dad is. Damn.
"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg blinks flirtatiously at Sam. She keeps her façade up despite the fact that she's surrounded by people who only want to kill her.
"I'm gonna kick you in your mouth," I take a step forward but Dean's there to hold me back, grabbing me by my arm and pulling me behind him.
Meg's flirty grin falters and she turns to glare at me. "Don't think I forgot about my little promise I made to you over the phone, you stupid little bitch!"
My teeth clench and my hands ball into fists. I try stepping around Dean but he whips around to stop me, giving me warning eyes that says now is not the time. I guess if Sam, the revenge-seeking freak, can hold his cool for now, I can too.
Bobby walks in with a pound of salt and nods at Dean, "I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in."
Dean nods and turns to look at Meg, his eyes narrowing in on her in an icy glare. "Where's our father, Meg?"
"You didn't ask very nice." Meg sarcastically pouts.
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean rephrases.
"Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Meg asks then smirks to herself. "Oh wait, I forgot, you don't."
I look over at Sam who has yet to move from his spot where he is standing. And since he hasn't lunged at her yet, I stay frozen in my spot too. However, I can't say the same for Dean.
He slams his hands on the arm rests of Meg's chair and gets up close and personal in Meg's face. "You think this is a friggin game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?"
"He died screaming! I killed him myself." Dean's lips quivers up in rage. He raises his fist and clocks Meg across the face. Bitch! I wanted to do that! "That's kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl."
"You're no girl," Dean growls.
Bobby stands up and approaches my brother, "Dean."
Dean, Sam, and I look up at him. He nods his head to the next room, motioning for us to follow him.
"You okay?" Sam asks Bobby.
"She's lying. He's not dead," Dean says through clenched teeth.
"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her."
"Why?" Dean and I say at the same time.
"Because she really is a girl, that's why."
"What are you talking about?" I say.
"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?"
I look behind me at where Meg is sitting. Now that we're not surrounding her, she's not faking her 'better than you' attitude and she looks hurt and exhausted. Her head is hanging low and her hands are limp.
"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean says. Bobby nods and Dean thinks about it for a second. "That's actually good news."
Sam walks back to Bobby's study and looks for a book he was reading beforehand. After a minute of scavenging, he finds it and flips through it for the desired pages.
"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg giggles as Sam walks in front of her with the book open in his hands.
"Something like that," Dean says. "Hit it, Sam."
Sam reads directly from the book the exorcism that will force the demon out of this blonde girl's body.
"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino..."
"An exorcism?" Meg looks at Dean and I unimpressed, "Are you serious?"
"Oh we're going for it, baby – head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Dean glares.
"… tribuite virtutem deo…"
Meg flinches and her face contorts in pain. I stand up straight and watch her with narrowed eyes. At first I was skeptical this would work on her – with just our luck and everything – but I'm happy its actually working.
"I'm going to kill you," She says to Dean and then turns to look my way, "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body."
"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Meg just smiles at Dean, disregarding his threat. "Well, at least you'll get a nice tan."
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica..."
Meg is shaking and wincing in pain. Her face is scrunched in agony and her teeth are clenched as she groans through it. She gasps in pain, making Sam pause.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat." She screams.
"Ergo…" Sam says slowly.
Dean leans down to get closer to Meg, "For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!"
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica... "
By now the house is shaking, I think I can hear the wind outside pick up as if a tornado is coming our way. But all I can think about is Dad and picture everything Meg is saying as if it might be true.
Meg cringes in pain again.
"Where is he?!" I scream at her, stepping by Dean's side despite how hard he tries to push me out of harm's way.
"You just won't take dead for an answer will you?" Meg chuckles.
"Where is he?" I repeat my tone more even – more deadly.
"Dead!" She shouts.
"No he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" I scream at her, feeling myself becoming visibly more and more uspet than angry. He can't be dead. He just can't be. I notice Sam has stopped reading. I look up at him and he's looking at me with concern. "What are you looking at? Keep reading!"
"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." Meg's chair moves on it's own in a circle, following the outline of the demon trap. "Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi..."
"He will be!" Meg gives in.
"Wait!" Dean holds a hand up to Sam. "What?"
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him."
"How do we know you're telling the truth?"
"You don't."
"Sam!" Dean orders after Meg gives an answer he doesn't like.
"A building!" Meg cracks. "Okay? A building in Jefferson City."
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!"
"I don't know," Meg says helplessly. The exorcism has finally broken her.
"And the demon- the one we're looking for – where is it?" Sam asks.
"I don't know! I swear! That's everything. That's all I know." Meg says desperately. It feels cynically satisfying to hear her in this state of doom.
"Finish it." Dean says.
"What? I told you everything!"
"I don't care."
"You son of a bitch, you promised!"
"I lied! Sam?" Dean turns to stare at Sam who has yet to finish the exorcism. He's looking at Meg thoughtfully as a plan forms in his head. "Sam! Read!"
"Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." Sam says.
"She doesn't know," I say.
"She lied." Sam retorts.
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We've got to help her," Dean says.
Bobby walks over to us and says, "You're gonna kill her."
We all turn to look at him confused.
"What?" Dean asks.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it – that girl is going to die."
"Listen to me, both of you," Dean looks between Bobby and Sam, "We are not gonna leave her like that."
"She is a human being," Bobby fights.
"And we're gonna put her out of her misery. Sam, finish it." Dean orders.
Sam looks between Bobby and Dean, looking conflicted on what to do next – what's the right thing to do. He glances at Meg who looks beaten to a pulp, desperate for some kind of relief.
I know if there was a demon inside of me, I'd rather die than have it control me for the rest of my life.
"Finish it, Sam." I nod, showing empathy for him as he struggles with his heart. I want him to see that I care and that I'm not just telling him to finish it because I want Meg back where she belongs, but because I want the girl she's possessing to be free.
Sam takes a deep breath and continues, "Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae, terogamus audi nos, terribilis deus do sanctuario suo deus israhel. Ipse tribuite virtutem et fortitudinem plebi suae, benedictus deus, gloria patri..."
Meg's head snaps back and she screams bloody murder. Black smoke erupts from her mouth in a dark cloud and slams into the trap drawn on the ceiling and disappears.
Meg hunches forward again and blood drips from her mouth. We slowly walk over to her, unsure if it's completely over and unsure if she's actually still alive.
Then, she slowly lifts her head.
"She's still alive." Dean turns to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets."
Bobby rushes off into the kitchen and Dean and I untie her from the chair.
"Thank you," She whispers.
That innocent whisper is enough to crack my heart into two. I never knew it was physically possible to hate that demon possessing her anymore than I do now. The torture this young girl had to endure…I can't even imagine.
"Sh, Sh, Just take it easy, alright?" Sam says comfortingly.
"Come on. Let's get her down," Dean says.
Slowly, Sam and Dean lift Meg from the chair. Instantly I can hear her bones snap and crunch with my brothers' movements. She cries out in agony and I remember the seven foot drop she took in Chicago. It' just not fair.
"Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay." Sam says softly.
"A year," Her voice is strained but we can make out what she says.
"What?"
"It's been a year."
"Shh, just take it easy," Sam says.
"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did – it's a nightmare."
I can hear her choke on her own blood as she recounts her experience.
"Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?"
"Dean..." I say softly but in a warning tone.
"We need to know," Dean snaps, although I know he feels bad asking her too in her last seconds of life.
"Yes. But it wants…you to know…that...they want you to come for him."
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters," Dean says, and I agree.
Bobby walks back with a blanket and a glass of water. I take the blanket and cover the poor girl while Sam tries to have her take small sips from the glass. Dean holds her head for support.
Her eyes flutter to look at me, "Meg isn't the only demon that wants you de-dead."
She knows.
"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam cuts me off before I can ask any other questions. I know time is ticking and we need to find that yellow eyed son of a bitch and Dad but we were just talking about my life being a stake and all.
"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones."
"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asks.
"By the river. Sunrise."
"Sunrise," Dean repeats. "What does that mean? What does that mean?"
But she can't answer for us anymore, because her body goes still and her head falls back in Dean's hand. She's dead.
Dean walks away and paces Bobby's study, anxiously rubbing his hand down the front of us his face. I stare at the dead body Meg possessed, feeling less satisfied than I thought I would. Maybe because Meg deserved more than being sent back to where she cam from. She killed our friends and tortured me and my brothers. That bitch deserves death.
"You better hurry up and beat it. Before the paramedics get here." Bobby says lightly, exchanging looks between the three of us.
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asks.
"You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll figure something out." Bobby hands Sam the Key of Solomon, the same one he was drooling over earlier. "Here take this. You might need it."
"Thanks," Sam nods.
"Thanks…for everything. Be careful, alright?" Dean shakes hands with Bobby.
"You just go find your Dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would you? I won't even try to shoot him this time."
Dean nods at him. "Allie, let's go." I don't move because my brain doesn't make sense of the words he just said. They're just words with no meaning. There's so much on my mind, I can't even comprehend simple sentences. "Allie."
I snap out of my daze and stand up. Dean gives me a weird look but I ignore him and focus on our next thing to check off our to-do list – find and save Dad.
Dean drives to Jefferson City, Missouri, and we take a minute to lock and load all our weapons. Dean and I sort through all the guns, knives, and machetes and stuff them into a duffel bag while Sam continues to flip through the Key of Solomon.
After we hit the road, I somewhat forget about Meg and my heart rate came down from it's one revenge-seeking fast beating. However Dean still seems to be in his dark place, and I know it's because of Dad. Don't get me wrong, Sam and I are pretty stressed out about him too, but Dean looked up to him the most – easily.
"You're quiet," I say softly to Dean. "You've been quiet the entire ride."
"Just getting ready," Dean says, stuffing another gun into the duffel bag. "It's not like you've been Ms. Talkative either."
"I had to clear my head. Now it's clear." Dean scoffs. "He's going to be fine, Dean."
Again, Dean doesn't believe a word I say.
Sam walks over to us and without a word starts drawing on Dean's trunk with a white marker. He draws the same symbol from the Key of Solomon in the lower left corner. Then he moves around to draw it again on the other side.
Immediately, Dean starts freaking out, "Dude, what are you drawing on my car!"
"It's called a Devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it."
"So?" Dean asks, pissed. Nothing is worth drawing on 'Baby.'
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox," Sam explains.
"So?" Dean says again.
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad."
"What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us," Dean says as if that was the obvious plan.
Sam sighs, "We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use them on any demon, we've got to use them on the demon."
"He's right Dean," I say.
Still, Dean disagrees, "No, we have to save Dad, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get."
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam argues.
"I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?"
I take a deep breath and let these two hash this out. I don't have the energy to argue with either of them right now.
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you're the one who came and got me at school!" Dean scoffs. "You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I'm just trying to finish it!"
"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that?" Dean says. For the record, I've been saying that for a long time. "You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you. You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge."
"That's not true, Dean." Sam denies it. I can't help but scoff at that one. "I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can't."
"Fine." Dean says shortly.
"I'm serious, Dean."
"I said fine, Sam," Dean snaps. He pulls the Colt out from his jacket pocket and shows it to Sam before putting it in the trunk.
"Good. Is your marriage counseling session over?" I say sarcastically. I swear these two fight like an old married couple. "Let's go."
Dean leads Sam and I. We walk along the riverside, not really sure where we were going other than going off the word "sunrise" the girl Meg was possessing mumbled before passing away.
If Dad's dead, I don't know what I would do. Would I cry and sulk in a corner? Or would I move on rather easily? Dad wasn't around often so we never got really close despite me being his little girl, but that was just biology. But at the end of the day he is my dad and he did the best he could without mom and revengeful rage.
"Hey, hey," Dean says as we walk through some trees. He stops walking and points to a building in front of us. "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise."
A large moving truck pulls away from the building, revealing it's large sign that says, "SUNRISE APARTMENTS."
Bingo, I think.
However, my attention catches on the three people who have been looking around the area, saying nothing to each other as if they were on watch.
"Wait," I stop Sam and Dean from walking straight into a trap. "The three stooges over there…" I point to the three people who are obviously not people anymore. "I can bet you their true eye color is black."
"Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside." Dean says.
"Yeah, and make anybody attack us," Sam adds.
"Exactly," I say.
"And so we can't kill them – a building full of human shields." Dean says.
"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody." I say.
"Yeah, this sucks out loud," Dean agrees.
"Tell me about it. Alright, so, how the hell are we going to get in?" Sam asks.
I look between the three demons standing guard and the main entrance, thinking of our best options. We could just go in guns blazing and hope for the best, but the odds of all of us surviving that rodeo is zero to none. So going in may not be the best option since we do not know who's human or not…but finding a way to divide the good and the evil bastards…
"Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians," I say as soon as I think of it.
Sam considers my idea, "Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?"
"Seven minutes exactly." I confirm.
Because it was my genius idea, Dean makes me go in to pull the fire alarm. My hand is clutched tightly around my knife stowed away in the inside pocket of my jacket. I hold my breath around every person I pass, well, person or demon…it's hard to really tell at this point.
When the lobby is clear, I pull the fire alarm and the building immediately erupts in loud alarms.
People start flooding out of the building confused and concerned. Obviously they aren't the bad ones. Demons wouldn't be concerned about a small building fire. The ones we need to worry about are still inside.
While Dean distracts the fire department, Sam pulls out three extra firemen suits from their trucks. We slip them on and walk in to the building unnoticed. Firemen walk past us without a second thought. And let me tell you – these suits are freaking heavy.
"I've always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up," Dean says.
"You never told me that," Sam looks at him confused.
"Yeah, me neither." I say, but I get why it never came up in conversation. That's like me saying I want to become an actress or a singer. With out life, the dream was pointless.
Dean walks through the halls with an EMF reader, holding it up to every door we pass. It doesn't go off for the first two floors and I begin to worry if maybe we got the wrong place and the people outside weren't demons but in fact just weird. But then we walk around the third floor, and it's a whole different story.
The EMF lights up and beeps loudly with high readings.
"This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate," Dean says loudly, stuffing the EMF meter in his pocket.
The second someone cracks the door open, Sam and Dean shove their way violently through the doorway. For a couple of demons, they're big idiots. There's two of them. Their eyes are black and they seem to be wearing a couple of 40 year olds.
We immediately start spraying them with the firemen tanks we blessed and made holy water before coming in here. Their skin begins to sizzle and they scream in agony. While they're distracted, Dean shoves the man into a closet and yells at Sam to bring the woman over despite her putting up a fight.
"Come on!" Dean yells.
Sam grabs the woman off the table and shoves her in as well. They scream from behind the door as they try to get out punching and kicking. Dean presses his back against the door to hold it shut so Sam can secure it with a ring of salt.
"Hurry up!"
As they do that, I sprint into the next room looking for Dad. I freeze in the doorway, shocked to see the man we are looking for tied to the bed.
"Dad," I whisper to myself and sprint towards him.
"Allie!" Dean calls after me, probably worried that I went into the next room without him.
I stand by Dad's head and check for a pulse. I honestly can't tell if I'm feeling his or my own coursing through my fingers. My heart is beating so loudly I can barely hear myself think.
"Dean! Sam!" I cry out for them.
I can't help the tears that come to my eyes. Whether they're out of relief or fear, I'm not really sure. All I know is I'm sure getting abnormally emotional right now.
Sam and Dean run into the room and have the same reaction I did when I first saw him too.
Dean walks over to where I am and pushes me out of the way. He leans down and puts his ear near Dad's open mouth. "He's still breathing." I look up at the sky and huff out a breath of relief. Thank god. Dean starts to shake him lightly, "Dad, wake up. Dad!"
Dean pulls out his knife to cut off Dad's restraints but Sam stops him.
"Wait. Wait."
"What?"
"He could be possessed for all we know," Sam says.
"What, are you nuts?" Dean looks at him like he crazy for thinking Dad of all people could get possessed – the man he considers to be the greatest hunter.
"Sam's right," I say, turning to look at Dean. "We have to make sure."
Sam pulls out a flask of holy water and sprinkles some over Dad's chest and face. When Dad's skin doesn't emit smoke or when he doesn't cry out in pain from the holy water, I smile to myself.
Dad however must have felt the water because he moans and blinks his eyes a couple of times before looking around, fully awake now.
"Sam? Why are you splashing water on me?"
Ok, that took me kind of off guard. That was kind of a stupid question for Dad to ask, but then again, he has had a rough couple of days.
"Dad, are you okay?" Dean immediately asks.
"They've been drugging me," Dad explains. Ah, that explains it. "Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, Dad, it's safe," Sam says.
Dean cuts Dad away from his restraints.
"Good. Good," Dad smiles weakly as Sam and Dean pull him out of bed and support him on their shoulders.
I lead the way for the three men, but we can't even get through the apartment door without being greeted by a couple of more douche bags. I knew this whole thing wasn't going to go down as easy.
"Allie!" Dean yells.
"Go! Go!" Sam screams.
Sam and Dean turn around and carry Dad back into the bedroom we found him in. One of the demons grab me while my brothers' backs are turned. He shoves me against the wall next to the doorway and gets creepily close to my face.
"Oh the things I could do right now," He smirks to himself. He's so close I can smell his breath and see my reflection in his dark black eyes.
I pull out the knife from my jacket and stab the demon right in the gut. It doesn't kill him, obviously, but he stumbles back from surprise. I feel another pair of hands grab my shoulders from behind but when my head whips around, I see it's only Sam, dragging me into the room.
Sam slams the door behind us and locks it as if that would help. A second later, an axe pierces through it.
Sam runs a line of salt around the bedroom door like he did for the demons in the closet. Dean and Dad are already out the window and onto the fire escape.
"Sam, Allie! Let's go!" Dean yells at us.
I toss Dean the duffel bag we brought with us and follow them out the fire escape. Sam is right behind me and runs salt along the window sill.
Although I'm much smaller than Dad and Dean, I take Dad's other side so he has more support to lean on as Sam walks in front of us. We're walking along the street when all of a sudden, Sam is thrown down onto the street by someone about ten years older. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that Sam wasn't just tackled by a normal human being.
"Sam!" Dean yells.
The demon hits Sam across the face repeatedly. Dean releases himself from under Dad's arms to help Sam out. I never truly realized how heavy Dad really was…or how weak I really am.
Dean tries protecting Sam by kicking the demon in the face. Only that backfires when the demon shows no pain – not even a flinch. The demon raises his arm and Dean goes flying into a parked car, shattering the windshield and setting off the car's alarm.
"Shit," I curse, feeling conflicted on whether to leave Dad and help my brothers or to stay by Dad's side.
However, I don't have to think too hard about it because the shot of a gun firing makes me stop. The demon freezes and falls off of Sam, dead.
My head snaps in Dean's direction. He's standing by the car he was knocked into pointing the colt in Sam's direction.
I already know that's going to start a fight between Dean and Sam. "Dean you lied!" "Sam I told you we were going to need it!" Ugh, I can already hear the bickering now in my head. Luckily Sam doesn't say anything about it as Dean helps him stand up. I think he's still surprised.
"Come on. We got to get out of here," I say.
I can't trust anybody to be human around here anymore.
We find a secluded cabin in the woods to hide out until we figure our next move. Dad's still weak and barely able to move on his own so Dean helps him lay down as soon as we walk through the door. Sam and I unpack our duffels and silently think of what to do next.
As Sam runs salt along the inside of the cabin, I walk to the freezer and get a bag of ice and slowly approach Sam. His face looks terrible – cut up, bloody and swollen. He's undoubtedly going to wake up with bruises everywhere in the morning.
"Sam, use this," I hold out the ice bag out for him to take but he ignores my gesture.
"I'm fine."
"Sam, your face is busted."
"I'll be fine." Sam ignores my gesture again. I roll my eyes and toss the ice in the sink. "But uh…thanks," Sam says awkwardly when he sees my annoyed expression.
Dean walks out of Dad's room with a frown.
"How is he?" I ask my older brother.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all." Dean looks at Sam. "How are you?"
"I'll survive," Sam says. "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?"
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up."
"Yeah," Sam shuffles awkwardly on his feet, "Hey uh… Dean, you, um…you saved my life back there."
"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean smiles innocently.
I roll my eyes. What an idiot to bring that up now.
Sam scoffs, "Man, I'm trying to thank you here."
"You're welcome," Dean says but there's something that's still bothering him. I can see it in his eyes. "You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there."
I sigh, "Dean you didn't have a choice." Had Dean not used the gun Sam would have been toast.
"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me."
"Then what does?" Sam asks.
"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you or you or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh ... it scares me sometimes."
I look down at my shoes because I don't know what to say. It's one thing knowing you killed a murderous monster but its' another thing killing a completely innocent human being.
"It shouldn't. You did good."
Sam, Dean, and I whip around to find Dad walking slowly out of his room.
"You're not mad?" Dean looks at him confused. I thought Dad was going to wake up furious after finding out Dean used a Colt bullet on an average demon.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet," I echo my thoughts.
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have."
"Thanks," Dean says although the confused expression sticks on his face as does mine. This was so out of character for Dad.
The windows shake against a strong gust of wind and the air howls in the strong breeze. The lights inside the cabin flicker and it brings back déjà vu of every time a demon I didn't want to see popped back into my life.
"It found us. It's here," Dad says.
"The demon?" Sam asks.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door!" Dad orders.
"I already did it."
"Well, check it, okay?"
"Okay," Sam walks away to double check his work.
"Dean, you got the gun?"
"Yeah," Dean answers.
"Give it to me."
Dean pulls the Colt out of his jeans and just looks at it. "Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared."
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry!"
Dean hesitates and looks down at the gun. I glance between Dean and my Dad feeling confused and worried. Something doesn't feel right. I can feel it in my gut. Dad's not acting the way he usually does. He's being too nice to us – hell he even took a nap a couple of minutes ago.
"Son, please," Dad begs, another thing Dad doesn't do. He demands.
"Dean," I go with my gut and shake my head at him slowly. "Dad would be furious that you wasted a bullet on that demon back there. He wouldn't be proud of you, he'd tear you a new one."
Dean looks between Dad and me and considers what I have to say. It's like something clicked in his head, like I confirmed his original thought. Dean grabs my wrists and pulls me behind him before pointing the Colt at Dad.
"You're not my dad."
Dad slowly holds up his hands, "Dean, it's me."
"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him," Dean snarls. I'd hate to be on the other end of Dean's furious glare.
"What the hell's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Dean says. Dad tries to take a calm step closer but Dean cocks the gun, "Stay back."
After hearing all the commotion, Sam walks back into the room and looks at the scene in front of him in shock.
"Dean? What the hell's going on?" Sam asks, stunned.
"Your brother's lost his mind," Dad barks.
"He's not Dad." I tell Sam without ever taking my eyes off of Dad.
"What?"
"I think he's possessed," I explain. "I think he's been possessed since we rescued him."
I see Dean start to visibly get upset and it makes me want to hug him tightly and tell him everything is going to be okay. But I don't know if I'd be lying.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy," Dad tells him.
"Allie, how do you know?" Sam asks, not completely believing me off my hunch.
"He's…" Dean answers for me. His eyes well up with tears and his teeth are clenched him emotional frustration. "He's different."
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me." Dad says, the demon inside using Sam's weakness for revenge against him. Sam looks between Dad and me and Dean, mentally conflicted on who to believe. "Sam?"
"No. No," Sam walks over to Dean and I, believing us over Dad. Thankfully.
Dad scoffs and lowers his hands, "Fine. You're all so sure, go ahead. Kill me." Dad looks down at his shoes and waits for Dean to pull the trigger like a death a sentence. I glance up at Dean. His lips twitch as he struggles to pull the trigger on our own father and I don't blame him. This demon is a real bitch for wearing my dad's face. "I thought so."
Dad looks back up, but his eyes aren't his usual shade of hazel. They're bright yellow exactly like the ones the demon had yesterday.
"Fucking bastard…" I mumbled, moving to a fighting stance although I don't know what the hell I could do that would protect me from him.
Sam instantly lunges at him, but the demon throws him against the wall with the flick of his wrist. His back hits the wall and sticks there like Velcro. I watch with wide eyes and freeze in shock. I mean I figured Dad was possessed but I didn't think it would be by the demon.
Next thing I know, Dean and I are also tossed against the wall besides Sam. I feel pressure in my gut, shoulders, and thighs. I cough as the air escapes my lungs from the impact. Well if you thought I hated this demon before…
When Yellow Eyes flung Dean against the wall, my brother dropped the Colt. The demon possessing Dad's body bends over to pick it up.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been," He says.
"It's you, isn't it?" Sam huffs. "We've been looking for you for a long time."
"Well, you found me," Yellow Eyes smirks.
"But the holy water?"
"You think something like that works on something like me?"
Sam tries the hardest out of all three of us to get off the wall but it's no use. We're all inexplicably screwed.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam shouts. His nose flares, his veins are popping out his neck, and his face is turning red from rage.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact," Yellow Eyes places the gun on the table, "Here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy."
Sam looks down at the gun and I can tell he is really trying to make the gun move but it doesn't do anything.
The demon continues, "Well, this is fun." He walks over to the window by Dean. "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this...," The demon sighs in contempt. "this is worth the wait."
"Yeah well, maybe if you weren't hiding behind our Dad's face like a coward, we could have ended this all a lot sooner." I say, pushing my growing fear to the back of my head and fake confidence.
Yellow Eyes glances over at me and quirks one eyebrow up unimpressed.
"Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'hi', by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
"Let him go, or I swear to god –" Dean threatens.
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." The demon walks over to Dean, "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?"
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand."
"You've got to be kidding me."
Oh we are so incredibly done for it.
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" He smiles at Dean. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right."
"You son of a bitch," Dean seethes.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam asks.
The demon smiles, "You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"
"Yeah," Sam says through gritted teeth.
The demon chuckles softly to himself and looks back to Dean and I. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything." He looks back at Sam. "You want to know why? Because they got in the way."
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach in dejection after hearing Sam was going to propose. Usually that's the thing you tell your family because its something to celebrate, yet Dean and I didn't even know Jess existed. If he did propose, would we be invited to their wedding?
"In the way?" Sam says.
"My plans for you, Sammy," The demon says with somewhat of excitement. "You…and all the children like you."
"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing." Dean says to get some of the attention off of Sam.
The demon tilts his head to eye Dean up as if he was studying him from the inside out. "Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Dean challenges him.
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he's clearly John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you. And Allie? She's Daddy's little girl."
"Dean don't listen to him," I say.
Dean continues to wear his cocky smirk, "I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em."
Yellow Eyes takes a step back and glare silently at Dean. He looks down at the floor and a second later Dean cries out in agony.
"Dean! No!" I shout and try moving my arms and legs more than ever. Although Dean's constricted to move, he writhes in pain from his spot on the wall. Blood starts soaking through his shirt from his chest and his face scrunches in pain.
"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me," Dean cries, trying to get through to Dad behind the Demon's mind power.
Yellow Eyes just looks at him and smiles, then Dean starts shouting even louder.
"You son of a bitch!" I scream at the demon, ripping my eyes off of Dean to glare at him. "Let him go!"
"Oh honey, I didn't forget about you," The demon in Dad's body takes a step closer to me. "I've been trying to decide what to do with you. Unfortunately, I didn't get to your crib in time when Mommy busted in, but you still seem to have something about you that makes you stand out from every other average human. So it makes me think, are you more useful to me dead or alive?"
I physically spit at the demon and lower my voice in a dangerously threatening tone, "Go back to hell, you yellow eyed piece of crap."
The demon takes a step back and wipes the saliva off his face. "But then again, I don't appreciate your tone."
The demon snaps his fingers and my lungs and throat cave in. My chest sinks in and I start coughing non stop. It feels like there's something in my throat that I can't get out in addition to a burning stabbing pain in my chest. Spots of blood spit from my mouth and run down my face as I violently cough. I can't get air into my body. I'm suffocating. I can feel my eyes slowly starting to close and my body being attacked by pins and needles.
This is it. I'm going to die. It's not that I didn't see this coming, but my pride is damaged because it had to be under the demon's hand.
"Allie!" Sam screams.
"Dad, please," Dean begs. I don't even have the energy to look over at him anymore.
"Dean!" Sam cries.
"Stop," Dad whispers, and for some reason, I can tell that it's Dad and not the demon. He fought it. He overpowered it. "Stop it."
Somehow Sam is able to drop from the wall. He immediately runs after the Colt and dives to grab it. Dad turns to him with surprise but its Yellow Eyes again, not Dad.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy," He tells Sam who is pointing the gun at his head.
"I know," Sam says. Without blinking, Sam fires the gun at Dad's leg. Right after Dad falls to the ground, Dean and I are released from our grip too, dropping to the floor with a hard thud.
I fight to keep my eyes open, but they're getting heavy. The pressure in my chest has lightened up and I finally stop coughing, but I feel too weak to move.
Sam runs to Dean and I. Seeing that I'm awake, although barely, he focuses on Dean who passed out on the wall about a minute ago.
"Dean? Dean, hey!" Sam shakes him. Slowly, Dean's eyes open. "Oh god, you've lost a lot of blood."
"Where's Dad?"
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean."
"Go check on him," Dean says.
"Dean," Sam begins to argue but Dean cuts him off.
"Go check on him."
Sam looks at me and I nod my head to agree with Dean. "I got Dean, you get Dad."
Sam nods and gets up to check on Dad. I look over at him too and see him laying on the floor unconscious.
"Dad? Dad?" Sam shakes him forcefully.
Dad's eyes shoot open and he starts yelling, "Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam aims the gun at Dad's chest but he hesitates on pulling the trigger. "Do it now!"
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it!" Dean cries from over here.
"You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
Although I want this demon dead, I want to keep Dad alive more.
"Sam, don't!" I say loudly, but it comes out more like a groggy screech. My throat is all scratchy and sore from coughing all that time.
"You do this!" Dad shouts. "Sammy! Sam!"
Black smoke erupts from the demon's mouth and disappears through the floor. Once again we're back to square one. We have no idea where he demon went and if we'll ever find him again. So let me take back square one – we're at square zero.
Somehow I find the strength to not only carry myself to the car, but also help Dean to the backseat. He's in worse shape than me no doubt about it. He lost a lot of blood and although Yellow Eyes disappeared and is no longer hurting him, he can barely keep his eyes open.
Sam gets in the front seat after helping Dad in the passenger seat and speeds off to the nearest hospital.
A couple of straggled moans come from Dean as the impala drives over some bumps in the road.
"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam says, constantly looking back in the rearview mirror.
I'm slumped in the backseat next to Dean, not doing much better on the whole about to pass out thing but I can't tell if mine is because I'm just tired or I'm dying. Honestly, I'm fine with either one at this point.
I can barely move my upper body. If I could, I would try and find the bleeding on Dean's chest and stop it, but I can guarantee you the pain and the blood came from a supernatural opening I won't be able to find in this ten minute car ride.
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything." Dad says, already accusing Sam for not pulling the trigger.
I catch Sam looking in the rearview mirror one more time. He looks at Dean then at me, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
"No, sir. Not before everything." Sam says then returns his focus to the road. "Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon – "
Sam's cut off by a loud horn, bright lights, and a lot of wheels. I barely get a good look at it before a large ass eighteen wheeler truck comes barreling on my side of the car, smashing into us a full speed. Before I can even feel any pain, I'm out like a light.