Chapter 7: Devil's Trap
Season One Finale
A/N: Okay Guys! It's the Season One finale and every finale I write, I'm gonna post a particular lyric of Carry On My Wayward Son since it's always played during the season recap in the episodes. I hope you all listen to it too! Enjoy!
*FLASHBACKS ARE IN ITALICS :)
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher,
But I flew too high
Late summer, 1994 Cedar Mills, Texas
Amelia Wilkins hummed to herself as she skipped along the deserted suburban streets on her trek home.
It was late, the moon was high in the darkened sky and the streetlamps were her only guiding light. The seven-year-old didn't mind the darkness as she was used to walking home from her friends' houses this late.
Suddenly, the young girl heard rustling noises in the bushes behind her. She dismissed the noise simply as one of the neighborhood cats that were always wandering around at night. But she was wrong.
Amelia continued her journey home: unaware of the horrors that lay behind her.
She began to feel a little anxious and started to sing to calm herself.
As though spurred on, the creature in the bushes began to trail closely behind her, waiting for the right moment to pounce. The monster waited until the young girl was in its direct line of sight and leaped out of the bushes to attack her.
At the sound of the creature's snarl, Amelia turned around and screamed in fright as she witnessed a human-looking creature with sharp claws, fangs, and yellow eyes launch itself at her.
The little girl knew she was done for, but luckily before the creature could touch her. A man appeared from the shadows and slashed at the creature's side with a dagger. The human-like creature whimpered loudly and retreated into the nearby forest before it could receive any more abuse from the strange man.
Amelia, who had fallen over in her fright, glanced up at the man who had saved her life. "What the heck was that?" She exclaimed in shock.
The man who wore a dingy baseball cap, jeans, and a plaid shirt gave her his hand to help the young girl to her feet. "Little girl," he chuckled. "You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."
Amelia straightened herself and crossed her arms. "Was it a monster?"
The man looked taken aback by the child's correct suggestion. "It was… a werewolf," He admitted.
Amelia's blue eyes sparkled at the word. "Like in Scooby Doo? A real live werewolf! That's awesome! Did you hurt it?"
By now her rescuer was staring at her incredulously. For a little girl, she was sure strange... Other kids would have gone screaming to their parents, but not this girl; she thought werewolves were 'awesome'.
"You should be more worried about yourself. We need to get you somewhere safe!" The man explained to her as he checked Amelia for any visible injuries inflicted by the creature.
Although he hadn't wanted to frighten the young girl, the man knew that this particular werewolf had a reputation for stalking its victims until it killed them. It would be back soon enough for the child and he needed to bring her somewhere safe and keep her there until the sun rose.
"Look, it's been a long night, and I'm sure you're dying to get home. I'll walk you there and make sure that monster doesn't get you."
Amelia shook her head. "I don't wanna go home! I'll be all alone and what if that monster gets into my house and hurts me?"
"Okay, then you'll have to come to a safe place," He began walking quickly and the little girl scurried to keep up.
"These streets are no place for a little girl like you at this time of night-uh, what's your name?"
"Amelia," the little girl replied curtly.
The hunter nodded. "Right, Amelia. Why are you out so late in the first place?"
She sighed heavily as though she'd been asked this question a million times. "My mom is a nurse and when she works late shifts at the hospital, tonight she got double-shifted so I gotta tuck myself into bed. She doesn't come home until the morning, and if I'm not there, she'll just think I'm at my friend's house. I was gonna sleep over at my friend Cleo's but her baby sister is being born so I had to walk home alone."
The man frowned. "What about your daddy?"
Amelia looked down at the ground and kicked a pebble absently.
The hunter sighed, "Listen, I'm gonna get you someplace safe for now, and then I'm going to make sure that monster never hurts you, okay?"
"Okay."
Continued…
When Dean hung up the phone, his hands were trembling. "They've got Dad, we need to get out of here." His voice was shaky and he sounded more like a scared little boy than a full-grown man.
"Wait, what?" Mia asked in confusion as Dean began tossing his clothing into his bag.
"They know where we are," Dean replied in a dazed tone. "They're gonna send demons after us and try to take the Colt."
"Then let them come, we've got three bullets left in the gun. We can take them," Sam said certainly as he watched his brother pack up all of their bags.
"No. We don't know how many are out there, we need to get out of here and think up a plan," Dean countered as he continued to pack his clothes rapidly.
"Mia, move it," He snapped as he noted the young girl staring into the distance deep in thought.
Mia and Sam packed their own bags and loaded up the car. They were packed up and on the road within fifteen minutes.
"Look, Dad might not be dead," Dead told them in a relaxed tone. "They're gonna keep him alive, and use him to bargain for the Colt."
Sam, on the other hand, was skeptical. "But Dean, if they're using Dad as a bargaining piece, why didn't Meg say so?"
Dean looked terrified. Mia knew he was lying to himself and his brother in order to avoid confronting what was most likely true; that John Winchester was dead.
Mia spoke up, "Because she wants you to think that he's dead. She wants you to scramble over to Lincoln to avenge your father and she'll have a trap there to catch us, in order to get the Colt."
Sam seemed unconvinced but Dean was eager for any shred of hope that his father may still be alive.
"She could be right," Dean mumbled to his brother.
Sam shook his head, "We don't have time for guessing. We need to track down the demon and use the Colt. That's what Dad would have wanted us to do."
Mia snorted in disbelief. "And get yourself killed in the process? Sam, revenge can't have meant that much to him if it means losing you. We need to think of a plan before we can carry out your Dad's wishes and-"
"WOULD YOU TWO STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE HE'S DEAD ALREADY?" Dean exploded.
Sam and Mia both shut their mouths out of shock.
"Look, until we get him back, the hunt is off. But we do need to get some help with a new plan, and I know exactly where to go," He finished in a calmer tone.
They drove for three hours. Mia continuously fell asleep, and woke up from strange dreams. Sam was quiet the entirety of the trip as he reflected upon his failure to put an end to the demon. Dean sped along the highway out of sheer terror. He distracted himself from worrying about his father by blasting Metallica and singing along to keep his mind occupied.
They finally arrived at a junkyard on the outskirts of Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
"Singer Auto Salvage," Mia read the sign as they all climbed out of the Impala.
At the center of the property was a small house, painted dark green and surrounded by various car parts. The house looked old as the paint was chipping in various places.
Mia hesitantly followed the Winchester brothers toward the house. Who lives here? She wondered to herself.
As they got closer to the building, she spotted a large black dog resting on top of a light blue truck. The dog was chained to the house.
"A dog!" She exclaimed in exuberance as she ran towards the snoozing canine. The large dog lifted its head as Mia approached and allowed the young girl to stroke him.
"Who's a good boy?" Mia asked in a high-pitched voice. She'd always wanted a dog, but her mother had been allergic and her foster parents wouldn't have allowed their kids to keep a goldfish much less a canine.
Dean wandered over to the front door and knocked firmly. Sam trailed behind him and hid a smile as he watched Mia interact with the dog. When the door opened, an older-looking man answered and enveloped the brothers in a huge hug. "Dean and Sam! How long has it been?" the man said in a surprised tone as he eyed the two of them.
"Bobby! It's great to see you, but right now, we really need your help," Dean replied as they walked into the house.
Sam followed his brother inside and Bobby glanced over at Mia who was still petting his dog.
"Be careful, he bites," Bobby joked. Mia glanced up and her eyes locked with his.
"Who are you?" Bobby asked, realizing that she'd come with the Winchesters.
Sam turned around. "Bobby, this is Mia Wilkins. We're teaching her to hunt monsters. Mia this is-"
But Mia wasn't paying any attention to Sam's explanation. She was staring at Bobby with a mixture of astonishment and nostalgia.
"Huntsman?" She asked in disbelief.
Bobby's brown eyes widened when he suddenly recognized the young girl standing in front of him. "Little Amelia? Is that you?"
Mia nodded and her heart hammered in her chest as memories began to play in her mind.
"Hang on," Dean interrupted from the doorway after noticing the strange way Bobby and Mia were looking at each other. "You two have met before?"
Bobby nodded. "Summer of '94, I was hunting down a werewolf and she helped me kill him."
Mia's eyes widened, "I always thought it was a dream. I told my mom about it but she kept telling me it never happened, and that if I ever went off with a stranger to hunt a werewolf she would have grounded me."
"Wait, I remember that summer. Dad dropped us off with you and there was a little gir-" Dean paused midsentence as he glanced over at Mia.
"That was you? You were the little girl Bobby helped?"
Mia nodded sheepishly. "I guess I was. Funny, though, you and Sam look so different now. That's probably why I didn't recognize you."
Sam smacked his palm against his forehead in disbelief. "Of course! That's why you've always seemed so familiar!"
Mia grinned and suddenly she was a little girl again…
"Dammit John I'm doing a job!" Bobby growled into his cell phone.
It was the evening after the werewolf attack and Amelia had stayed at Bobby's rental cabin from late that night to that afternoon. The little girl sat at the kitchen table with her nose in her coloring book. She continued to fill in the red of Ariel's hair as Bobby continued to argue with whoever he was on the phone with. At the age of seven, she didn't particularly care about adult business but did hope that whatever was making her new friend upset would go away.
"I'm hunting a werewolf right now John, I don't think Dean and Sam-" Bobby was cut off and rolled his eyes in indignation. "Fine! But they're not going to help hunt the damn thing!"
At this point, Amelia had turned her head to face Bobby inquisitively, wondering what had made him so angry. "See you in an hour," He snapped into the phone, before shutting it off.
Amelia cocked her head at him, "What's wrong?"
Bobby rubbed his eyes. "Nothing little one, there's just some wonderful boys you're gonna meet in a little bit. One is 10 and the other one is 14."
She just shrugged nonchalantly and continued coloring.
Bobby smiled at the young girl's ability to brush everything off. She could face a damn werewolf and keep her cool. For a little girl she sure was brave.
An hour later there was a knock at the door. Bobby instructed Amelia to stay in the kitchen but being the rebellious child she was, she didn't listen and peeked out behind the hallway to see what was going on. She spotted a man with brown hair and a beard handing over two young boys. One was just a bit older than her with short brown hair and big hazel eyes. The other had piercing green eyes and short spiky hair. He was a little taller but stood in front of the younger one.
"I'll be back in a week to pick them up," The strange man said and left without saying goodbye to the kids.
Bobby sighed, "Alright boys, I have someone I'd like you to meet."
He guided them into the kitchen where Amelia hurriedly ran and jumped into her seat where she'd been coloring earlier. "Sam, Dean," Bobby smiled, "I'd like you to meet, Amelia."
Amelia looked up from the table and smiled at them warmly, "Hi!"
Dean raised an eyebrow in question and said nothing, but Sam grinned back at her. "I'm Sam! This is my big brother, Dean," He explained gesturing to himself and the older boy beside him.
"Do you like colouring?" Amelia asked in a friendly tone.
Sam shrugged and the little girl invited him to sit beside her and colour a picture of some fish.
Dean, however, was unsure what to think of her. He took a smiling Bobby aside to talk to him. "Who is she and what is she doing here?"
Bobby sighed, "I saved her from nearly being eaten by a werewolf, and when I explained what was going on she wasn't even scared. She's brave Dean, and it's nice to have her around."
Dean just groaned, "So what, we're stuck babysitting until the werewolf is dead?"
"Yes, and you should take a page out of your brother's book and be nice to her. She's a regular kid, it would do you good to talk to her."
Dean rolled his eyes doubtfully and went to check on his younger brother who was playing some sort of clapping game with the little girl.
"Do it like this: lemon ice, crushed ice, made it once, made it twice," Amelia said, teaching Sam how to move his hands correctly.
Sam smiled as he got a hang of it and chanted the phrase along with the little girl, "Lemon ice, crushed ice, made it once, made it twice, turn around touch the ground freeze!"
Sam and Amelia both froze but eventually, the girl lost her balance and fell.
"You lose!" Sam grinned, pleased with his balancing skills.
Dean smiled at the sight of his brother being a regular kid. Maybe this wasn't so bad…
Amelia looked at Dean, "Wanna play a new game!"
Dean shrugged at the little girl "Alright,"
"I can't believe it…" Bobby sighed as he took a swig from his flask of whiskey, "Little Amelia Wilkins is all grown up."
Mia grinned. They had explained everything to Bobby, how the three of them met, how she had become a hunter, their adventures together, and that they were currently on the run from a demon named Meg that may have killed John Winchester in pursuit of the Colt. Despite all of the information, Bobby chose to focus on the fact that Mia was the same little girl he'd rescued from a werewolf nearly 12 years prior.
"I still can't believe you didn't recognize her," Sam chastised his older brother, "You were like fifteen or something when we all first met!"
Suddenly, Bobby's dog began barking loudly. The older hunter was immediately at his feet and checked on him through the window in the living room.
"Something's wrong," Bobby announced nervously.
"It's Meg," Mia said in a worried voice. She'd never met a demon before, and after the awkward phone conversation, she wasn't quite sure things would go very well.
The wind began to howl outside and Sam raised his head from the demonology book that Bobby had allowed him to look through. "Do you hear that?" He asked.
"Hear what?" Bobby questioned, noting a dead silence that was resting on the house.
Sam glanced at the older man fearfully, "Exactly."
Mia turned to the window once she realized what he meant: the dog was no longer barking. The chain that held the dog was cut and the large canine had run away.
All of a sudden, there was a loud slamming sound as a young girl appeared in the doorway, having kicked open the door with such force that it came off of its hinges."Where's the Colt?!" The demon questioned angrily as she came further into the house.
Mia noted the demon's short blonde locks and big brown eyes that would have been pretty if she hadn't been wearing a bitter scowl on her face.
"You!" the demon cried as it rounded on Mia, "You must be the new edition," Meg taunted as she circled the young huntress.
"For future reference, I DON'T LIKE BEING HUNG UP ON!"
The demon reached out her hand to fling Mia against the wall, but before she could, Dean charged at her with a flask of holy water. Meg was faster, and threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious before he could strike.
"Dean!" Sam and Mia cried out in unison.
Meg turned to them, her eyes flashing dangerously. "I'm only gonna ask this once; where is the Colt?"
"We don't have it. We buried it," Sam replied smoothly as he protectively pulled Mia and Bobby behind him.
Meg snickered, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm done dealing with all of your crap. First, Johnny tries to hand off some fake gun, and he leaves the real one with you idiots."
As she spoke, Bobby pulled Sam and Mia further into the house and Meg followed them.
"You know, with everything I've heard about you Winchesters, I'm a little disappointed. I mean, did you honestly think I wouldn't find you?"
Bobby and Sam exchanged knowing looks.
"Actually," Mia replied with a smile, "we were sorta counting on it."
She looked up at the ceiling and Meg copied her actions. Painted above the demon was a sigil with various rings. Hours before Meg arrived, Bobby had explained to the Winchesters and Mia the symbol's importance: it was a demonic trap and would hold any demon within its perimeter. They had planned to trap Meg with it and the four of them were pleased that the plan had worked.
"Gotcha," Dean taunted as he appeared in the kitchen doorway and smirked at Meg's frightened expression. He took joy in the demon's shock and planned to make her reveal the location of his father.
Within twenty minutes, the hunters had Meg tied to a chair and the doors and windows salted to prevent any more demons from coming in.
"I think we're ready to start the interrogation," Sam concluded as he and Dean glared at Meg's snide expression.
Bobby glanced over at Mia who moved to join the brothers. "Amelia, I don't know if you should be here for this. It could get ugly."
Meg smiled sinisterly, "Yes, run along little girl, it would be a shame for you to see something… graphic. After all, you're only, what, twelve?"
Mia shot the demon the dirtiest look she could conjure.
Dean smiled at Meg. "Oh, I wouldn't push her buttons if I were you. I've seen her cut the head off of a vampire with one swing."
The older hunter shook his head sadly. "I can't believe how fast you've grown up."
"Hey, I'm getting a little bored over here, can we cut the soap opera crap," Meg called.
Dean turned to her, "Where's our father?"
Meg smirked, "What's the magic word?"
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean repeated with a smirk.
Meg pretended to be shocked by his words. "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait…you don't."
Her words made the eldest Winchester snap. "DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? WHERE IS HE?"
"He died screaming," Meg replied with a smile. "I killed him myself."
Dean looked dismayed by her words. Even Sam looked disturbed and exchanged a worried expression with Bobby. Mia frowned as she observed the demon's facial expressions closely. Something was strange about the faces Meg was making.
Dean, filled with an overwhelming rage, smacked Meg across the face. The sound of his slap ricocheted through the living room.
Meg glanced up at him and smiled again, "That's a bit of a turn-on- you hitting a girl.
Dean glared at her with a hateful expression. "You're no girl."
"Uh, Dean," Bobby called uncertainly from the kitchen.
Dean gave Meg one last deadly glance before walking over to join Bobby, Sam, and Mia in the kitchen.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked his brother, noting that he was visibly shaken by the demon's words.
"He's not dead," Dean reassured himself.
"Dean, you gotta be careful with her," Bobby warned.
"Why?"
"Because she really is a girl. That's no demon, demon. That's a demon possessing the body of a human."
Mia blinked in confusion. "Wait, wait. Like in The Exorcist? They can actually do that?"
Bobby nodded. "They can and they do it a lot."
Dean glanced over at Meg who was staring at them with a smirk plastered on her face. "You're trying to tell me, there's an innocent girl trapped in there?" He asked.
Bobby nodded again.
"That's actually good news," Dean sighed in relief.
"Why?" Mia asked, still processing the fact that demons could actually possess humans.
"Because," Sam answered for his brother, "it means we can exorcise her."
Bobby grabbed an exorcism book from his desk and handed the correct Latin incantation to Sam to read aloud.
Dean instructed Sam to read it as he interrogated Meg.
"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked in a bored voice.
Dean nodded, "That's right Baby, we're talking head-spinning, projectile vomiting-the whole nine yards."
Sam's Latin words caused Meg to groan in pain. "I'm going to kill you," she called to Sam who had stopped reading.
She turned to face Dean next, "I'm going to rip the bones from your body,"
Dean hissed, "No. You're gonna burn in hell unless you tell us where our dad is."
Meg remained silent and Dean gestured for his brother to continue reading. As Sam read, Meg began to shake violently and she hissed through clenched teeth, "He begged for his life. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat!"
"She's lying!" Mia deduced.
Bobby, Dean, and Sam looked at her in surprise.
Mia looked back at them. "She smiles whenever she tells a lie, I've been watching her."
"I am going to kill you too," Meg threatened breathlessly, unsmiling.
Sam continued his reading and Dean leaned towards the demon. "For your sake, I hope she's right. Because if you're telling the truth, I swear to God, I will march right into hell and slaughter every single one of you sons of bitches!"
As Sam went on, a wind picked up in the room and pages of books began to fly open. Meg screamed in pain and Sam stopped again.
"Where's our dad, Meg?" Dean questioned again.
Sam continued and Meg's chair began to spin around as she cried out in pain. Finally, she reached her breaking point.
"He's not dead, but he will be," Meg admitted, "There's an apartment in Jefferson City! He's there, that's all I know, I swear!"
"What about the Demon?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Meg answered truthfully, "That's everything, that's all I know. Please…"
The Winchesters were silent for a moment as they took in the information. "I think she's telling the truth," Mia whispered.
"Finish the exorcism," Dean commanded his brother.
Meg was furious. "What! But I told you everything! You promised, you said-"
"I lied!" Dean shouted, cutting her off.
"Sam," he called for his brother to continue but Sam just stared at Meg, pitifully.
"Sam!" Dean called again in exasperation.
"Dean, we can still use her to find the demon," Sam attempted to convince his brother.
"She doesn't know anything," Dean replied. "Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped in there, and we have to help her."
Bobby stepped over to them. "You'll kill her if you do that."
"What?" Dean frowned.
"You said she fell from a building? Well, that girl's body is broken beyond repair and the only thing keeping her alive is that demon," Bobby explained somberly.
"We can't just leave her like that!" Dean exclaimed.
"I think Dean's right," Mia added as she stepped into the argument, "I'd rather die than let something possess my body like that."
"But she's a human being. A girl, just like you," Bobby argued.
Mia gazed at him regretfully. "And we can't let her continue living like this. Nobody deserves it."
Dean nodded, pleased with Mia's words, "Sam, finish it."
Sam looked uncertainly over to Meg who seemed to be terrified, despite her tough demeanor.
"I'll do it if you want," Mia offered as she gently took the book from Sam, "I took Latin in high school, my pronunciation is good."
Mia slowly continued from where Sam had left off. When she finally finished the incantation, Meg let out a horrible scream and expelled a dark smoke-like substance from her mouth. It shot out of her like canon and disappeared into the ceiling.
Meg finished her wailing and dropped her head. Mia set the book down and rushed over to the deathly-pale girl. Her nose was bleeding but there were faint wheezes emitting from her body.
"She's still alive!" Mia called, to the boys in relief. "Help me untie her!"
"Call 911, get some water and blankets," Dean instructed Bobby as he and Sam rushed to the dying girl's aid.
"Thank you," Meg wheezed as Dean, Sam, and Mia quickly untied her arms from the chair.
"Shh, just take it easy," Sam told the girl in a soothing voice.
Sam and Dean lifted her from the chair and set her down on the floor. Meg cried out in pain and the boys apologized.
Mia took Meg's head in her lap and gently stroked the poor girl's blonde locks. "It's going to be okay," Mia told her softly.
"A year," Meg choked out. "It's been inside me for a year."
"Shhh, it's okay. Just take it easy," Sam reassured her gently.
"I was awake for some of it," Meg added in a strained whisper. "The things I saw myself do… it's awful."
"You're okay now," Mia whispered as she continued to pet the girl's head comfortingly.
"Was it telling the truth about our dad?" Dean asked.
Sam and Mia shot him disbelieving looks.
"We have to know," Dean replied defensively.
Meg coughed, "Yes. But, they want you to come for him. It's a trap."
Dean sighed joyfully, "Dad's alive, none of that matters."
Bobby came into the room with a glass of water and blankets to cover Meg with. Mia lifted the girl's head as Dean poured water into Meg's mouth. The sickly girl sputtered and choked as she drank.
"Where's the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked.
Mia bit her lip. She didn't think it was fair for them to ask Meg all of these questions. The poor girl was on her deathbed; she'd suffered through enough. The amount of agony she was in made it incredibly hard for her to breathe, let alone speak.
The dying girl gasped, "It's not there. Other ones… Awful ones." She leaned her head back against Mia who used the edge of a blanket to wipe the blood and water coming out of Meg's mouth.
"Where are they keeping our dad?" Dean inquired.
"By the river," Meg stammered weakly, "Sunrise Apartments…
Mia felt miserable, as she'd begun to hope the poor girl would make it to the hospital. She took her two fingers and closed Meg's eyes. Now she could finally be at peace.
Bobby rushed them out of the room. "You guys better go, you don't wanna be here when the paramedics show up."
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean asked.
Bobby snorted, "You think you guys invented lying to the cops? I'll think of something. But uh, I think you better take this." He handed Sam the exorcism book.
"You're gonna need it," Bobby added.
"Thank you, Bobby, for everything," Dean said to the man in earnest.
Bobby smiled, "You should get going."
Mia walked over to the man and wrapped her arms around him, to his surprise. "I'm so happy to see you again," Mia said to Bobby who grinned at her.
"Me too," He replied, "Oh, and I've got something to show you."
He disappeared into the living room for a quick moment and returned with a drawing of Mia's.
Mia felt tears well up in her eyes, "You kept it? After all of these years?"
Bobby nodded, "You were one special little girl, Amelia."
Mia hugged him again and this time he hugged her back. "Okay, you guys should go now," Bobby told them before letting Mia go.
The three young hunters filed out of the house and to the car.
Mia stifled a laugh, "So... We were all apparently friends like twelve years ago, and none of us remembered until now?"
Sam smiled. "Actually, the first day we met you I couldn't shake the déjà vu. The town, you-everything seemed too familiar. It's nice to know I'm not going insane."
Mia smiled. "I know how you feel, my mom convinced me it was all a dream… She probably thought I was crazy."
As they climbed into the car Mia asked Dean if she could drive for once.
"You ARE crazy," Dean affirmed as they buckled up and headed out.
"Are you sure about this?" Bobby asked the little girl who sat on the dark street corner.
Amelia nodded in reply, "I wanna help!"
Bobby had devised a rather risky plan that Amelia had agreed to go along with wholeheartedly. As the werewolf would be hunting her until the week was over and the moon changed, they could take advantage of the wolf tracking her down and use her as bait. Bobby ensured that she would be perfectly protected. He armed her with a small silver knife in case the monster came too close to her, and he set up an area about ten feet away where he could shoot the werewolf in the heart with silver bullets.
Amelia sat on the darkened street corner; close to the same spot the wolf had attacked her at before. She was extremely scared, but she trusted her friend and knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her. She didn't think anything would, anyways.
They waited for about twenty minutes. Amelia spent the duration of time coloring in her book. She was making a special picture that she wanted to give to her Huntsman.
Then she heard it, a snarl as though from an angry dog. The little girl clutched at her necklace nervously as she waited for the beast to come into view.
Bobby had his shotgun loaded and ready. He awaited the werewolf's appearance and watched Amelia carefully. He would not let anything happen to the little girl. As much as it pained him to make the decision to put her as bait, he knew it was the only way they could save her in the long run.
Suddenly, the werewolf leaped out of the bushes and jumped at the terrified little girl. Bobby fired two shots but the animal was faster and pounced on Amelia, knocking her to the ground. The bullets whizzed by, leaving the creature unharmed.
Amelia screamed in fear as the monster growled at her. She began beating the wolf's human form with her tiny fists as Bobby continued to shoot at the monster. This time he managed to lodge a bullet into its head. The man-wolf fell on top of Amelia and she pushed him off of her frantically.
"Are you okay?" Are you hurt?" Bobby asked fearfully as he pulled Amelia to her feet.
The little girl shook her head as she breathed heavily. Bobby pulled her into a hug. "You were so brave, I'm so proud of you."
Amelia leaned into the hug. She was still freaked out about the entire ordeal but she'd known she could trust this huntsman to pull through for her.
The three of them drove for hours. Sam had found the city they were looking for on one of their maps of the country. Dean parked nearby the address Meg had given and the three of them quickly unloaded the impala.
Mia prepped her gun while Sam began drawing a strange symbol on the trunk of the car with a white pencil crayon.
"Hey, hey! What are you doing!?" Dean shouted as he noticed his brother's symbols.
Sam coolly replied, "It's a devil's trap. It will keep demons out, making the trunk like a lockbox."
"So?" Dean countered.
"It can be where we store the Colt while we rescue Dad," Sam suggested and Dean frowned.
"No, we're taking the Colt with us, we need all the help we can get," Dean challenged.
Mia groaned as the brothers got into yet another fight about family versus revenge. Whether dying for the demon was worth it in the end. She found herself siding with Dean who argued that although Sam and his father were too willing to die for their cause, he was going to be the one that had to bury them.
"Fine, we won't bring the Colt," Dean shot back at his brother as he tossed the gun into the trunk of his car, passive-aggressively.
Mia rolled her eyes as both brothers exchanged rude looks. "Let's go, already," she chided them and they began to walk over to the apartment but Sam had a sudden breech of clarity and stopped them just before they reached the doors.
"Guys, this place is probably packed with demons," he began, "full of demons that Meg's told about us and will recognize our faces. We need to think of a better plan to get in unnoticed to rescue Dad."
The three of them stared at the building as they tried to concoct a plan.
"Wait," Mia exclaimed. "Meg knows your faces but she didn't see mine until a few hours ago. There's a chance I can slip in unrecognized."
Dean and Sam exchanged glances. It seemed like a good enough plan.
"But if it ends in a fight we need to figure out a way to get the innocent people out," Dean added.
Mia nodded, "Okay. You figure out how to evacuate the building, I'll go in and find where they're keeping your dad and we'll get him out."
The brothers agreed and sent Mia in armed with a small flask of holy water, a gun with salt bullets, an EMF, and her cell to remain in constant communication with the boys. She entered the building and inhaled deeply. She didn't want to show it but she was petrified.
"Okay, I'm in," Mia whispered into her cell.
"Good," Sam's steady voice replied, "now go on the elevator with the EMF, it should go off the closer you are to the right floor."
"So you want me to just ride the elevator to the top floor?"
"Yep, unless you've got any better ideas?" Dean chimed in.
"Nope," Mia replied as she scurried to the elevator.
It opened quickly and Mia jumped inside and held the EMF a foot away from her so it could detect demonic energy.
An elderly woman got into the elevator with her and Mia hid the device behind her back. She began to worry, what if this woman was one of the demons guarding the building? What if someone sent her to the elevator to kill her in isolation?
"Are you okay, dear?" The woman asked worriedly and Mia suddenly realized that she was hyperventilating.
"Um, yeah I'm fine. Elevators just make me nervous," Mia lied quickly and the woman looked at her strangely.
"What floor?" The elderly woman asked as her finger lingered over the buttons.
"The top," Mia stammered.
The woman pressed the button for the tenth floor and settled back against the wall of the elevator.
Mia listened as they ascended the building. First floor, silence. Second floor, silence. Third floor, silence. Fourth floor, there was a high-pitched whining noise coming from the device and Mia grinned.
"Yes!" She cried to herself as she ran to the control pad and pressed for the doors to open.
The elderly woman gasped in surprise as Mia sprinted past her and ran along the hallway as the EMF continued to light up.
"Guys, guys! I know the floor!" She called into her cell phone.
"That's great!" Sam replied in relief, "Keep going. Dean and I have a plan, and we'll wait for you to find the room."
Mia ran as fast as she could down the carpeted halls until the EMF rang at ten. The room was 33 and Mia whispered into her phone that she'd found the place.
"Okay, now no matter what you hear or see. Stay in the building, okay? I don't care if a giant bear comes and tries to pull you away, stay put," Dean sternly told her.
Mia frowned. "What the hell are you going to do?"
Suddenly, the piercing roar of the fire alarm stung her ears.
"THAT'S YOUR PLAN!" Mia shouted over the wailing of the alarm.
"Stay put!" Dean shouted back before he hung up.
Mia leaned against the doorway, figuring the demons guarding the room weren't gonna leave. The hallways filled with anxious people who filed out of the building. Mia waited for ten minutes until she heard two approaching firemen.
"Crap," she mumbled to herself, realizing they would drag her out by her hair if they caught her.
She hurriedly looked for somewhere to hide and resolved to take cover in one of the supply closets after noticing its door was ajar.
"I always wanted to be a firefighter," came Dean's familiar voice through the crack of the door.
"What! You never told me that!" Sam exclaimed.
Mia stuck her head out of the door to stare at the firefighters.
"Where the hell is Mia?! I told her to stay here and do nothing and she can't even do that!" The voice Mia recognized as Dean shouted.
"I'm sorry, I was busy fighting off that giant bear that you said would try to pull me away," Mia replied sarcastically as she emerged from behind the supply closet door.
Sam sighed in relief when he saw her and Dean turned away to hide a smile at her retort.
"How did you guys get the suits?" Mia asked, referring to their firefighter attire.
"Long story short, we stole it from the fire trucks downstairs and snuck inside," Sam explained. "Now let's go get Dad."
Dean smiled in agreement and the two of them stepped back and kicked the door with all their might. It fell open to reveal a man with black eyes sitting at a table with a woman who had matching coal-black eyes and short brown hair. They stood up in unison and Mia fought a scream but before the demons could attack, Dean and Sam turned on the fire hose and sprayed the demons that began to scream in agony.
Mia watched in amazement and horror, as the skin on the human-demons seemed to sizzle and smoke as if it was being burned. She suddenly realized it was because Sam and Dean had turned the water holy to wound the demons. The force of the water pushed the demon couple into a closet. Dean and Sam shut the door and leaned against the door as it shook beneath them from the demons' attempts to come out.
"The salt!" Dean hissed at Mia, "Cover the doorway with salt so they can't get out of the closet."
Mia quickly ran to the duffel bag that Dean had dropped at the entrance to the apartment and pulled out a tin of sea salt to line the doorway with salt.
Dean and Sam sighed in relief, released the door, and peeled off their fire suits as Mia hurried into the back room.
"He's in here!" She called to them in exuberance. The boys ran in and stopped beside her.
John Winchester lay bruised and bloodied, on top of a mattress. His arms were bound to the bed frame by ropes.
"Dad!" Dean cried as he ran for his father but Sam stopped him.
"Wait, we need to make sure it's really him," He explained as he took the flask of holy water from Mia and gingerly dumped its contents on his father's chest.
There were no sizzling noises or sounds of agony from John Winchester's form. Instead, the man coughed and glanced up at Sam who stood over him with the empty flask. "What are you doing?" John asked in confusion.
"He's okay," Mia sighed in relief.
Sam and Dean both released the breath they had been holding and hurried to untie their father from the bed.
"They've been drugging me," John coughed as Dean untied him. "Where's the Colt?"
"Don't worry, Dad," Sam reassured his father, "it's safe."
"Mia, go with Sammy and my Dad out the fire escape. I'll catch up," Dean offered as he began to line the door with salt.
"You're not staying here alone," Mia shot back but before she could say anything else, Dean shoved her to the window where Sam grabbed her and helped her climb out the window with John between them.
Dean sprinkled the windowpane with salt before he caught up and helped the three of them down the four flights of stairs as quickly as he could. When they finally reached the ground, there was another demon with flashing black eyes that charged at Sam, knocking him to the ground and punching him out.
"Sam!" Dean cried out as he ran after the demon that was repeatedly punching his younger brother. Mia ensured John was sitting in a comfortable position, and still conscious before running after Dean who kicked the demon in the head.
The demon paused and, using its mind powers, threw Dean into the front window of a parked car.
Mia froze out of fear, but seeing Sam getting beaten bloody by the demon gave her all the motivation she needed. She grabbed her pistol from her pocket and shot the demon in the shoulder. It didn't wound him like she'd hoped it would, but it did distract him long enough for Dean to get a clear shot to its head with the Colt.
Dean grabbed Sam and dragged his brother away. "We gotta get outta here," Dean called to Mia as he and Sam picked up their father and began to hurry to the Impala. Mia followed them and carried their weapons bag.
Once they got into the car, Dean laid his father across the backseats while Mia sat between Dean and Sam up front. They drove to John's safe house in the forest. The trip passed in complete silence as the four of them took the past events in.
Mia watched as Dean and Sam salted the doorways and ensured there were Devil's Traps everywhere. The Colt lay on the coffee table and John was in the bathroom cleaning himself up. They had finally reached the cabin and Mia couldn't shake the heebie-jeebies she'd felt since she walked into Sunrise Apartments Complex.
"You don't think we were followed do you?" She asked Dean worriedly.
He shook his head, "I doubt it. We're pretty much in an isolated area."
Sam took a deep breath, "Dean, you saved my life back there and-"
"I told you we needed the Colt," He interrupted with a small smile.
"Man, I'm trying to say thank you, here," Sam said with a sigh.
Dean smiled, "You're welcome."
Mia couldn't help but smile too. She loved seeing the boys get along; it really warmed her heart. She thought about her own family, her foster one, at least. She wondered if they'd ever thought about her since she'd left, or if her foster mom even cared if she was alive or dead.
When Mia zoned back into the conversation she realized Dean was taking killing the demon pretty hard and that the things he was willing to do for his family scared him.
"It shouldn't," came John's voice as he entered the room. "You did well."
Dean looked taken aback, "So you're not mad about me wasting a bullet?"
John beamed at his son, "Mad? I'm so proud of you. Sam and I can get pretty obsessed, but you're always there to watch out for this family."
Dean looked uncomfortable and confused from all the praise he was getting from his father.
Mia nudged Dean's shoulder. "Your dad is right, Dean. You did the right thing, you protected everyone."
Sam nodded emphatically in agreement.
Dean continued to look bewildered by the amount of positive attention he was getting. "Uh, thanks," he shrugged at his father and Mia.
Suddenly, the lights in the cabin began to flicker and John ran to the window. "It's here! It found us… Sam, check the lines of salt by every door, Mia go help him do that." They took off leaving John and Dean.
"Dean, give me the Colt," John instructed as he watched the windows.
Dean stared at his father questioningly.
"Son, give me the gun," John asked again.
Dean backed away, "He'd be furious... He wouldn't be proud of me for wasting a bullet…"
He then raised his gun at his father and turned off the safety, "You're not my dad.'
"Dean, please," John sighed in exasperation.
Sam and Mia walked into the room, having heard the commotion, and froze when they saw Dean aiming the Colt at John.
"What the hell?" Sam demanded.
"Your brother's lost his mind," John told Sam.
Dean spoke without taking his eyes off his father, "He's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we got him,"
"But, the holy water-" Mia mumbled and stopped herself. "How do you know?"
"He's, he's different," Dean choked, "he's acting so different."
Stunned by the emotion in Dean's expression, Mia turned to Sam. "I think he's right," she replied.
Sam looked befuddled as Mia moved behind Dean who gave her a grateful look.
John groaned, "Look, we don't have time for this, Sam-"
But before he could finish what he was saying Sam shook his head and walked over to his friend and brother.
"So it's come to this," John's likeness sighed sadly, "you know what, if you think I'm the demon, then just kill me."
There were tears in his eyes as he spoke and suddenly, the three younger hunters began feeling unsure of whether John truly was possessed.
When Dean refused to stand down, John looked up at smiled sinisterly. His green eyes turned golden, just like the eyes of The Demon at the house in Salvation. "I thought so," he remarked before slamming Sam and Mia against the wall together. Mia cried out in pain as the silver clasp of her necklace opened and dug into her neck. She struggled to break free and remove the sharp object.
He then sent Dean flying back towards the kitchen wall, causing him to drop the Colt. The Demon picked it up and smiled at Sam. "It's you, isn't it? You're my special child… Well, you finally found me."
"The holy water didn't-" Mia struggled.
"You think that would work on something as powerful as me? Sweetheart, I'm not your garden-variety demon. I'm the rare kind," He answered tauntingly.
Sam fought against his invisible restraints. "I'm gonna kill you!"
The Demon laughed at his threats. "Yeah, that'll be the day… Actually, you know what, here's the Colt."
He placed the gun on the table near Sam and grinned. "Make the gun float to you there, Psychic boy," the demon teased.
Sam squeezed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on bringing the Colt to him. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't make the gun move.
The Demon laughed at his failed efforts and turned his attention to mocking Dean.
"Your daddy's in here with me, he says hi, by the way. He's gonna rip you apart, and taste the iron in your blood," The Demon grinned.
"Let him go," Dean threatened between clenched teeth.
"Or what?" The Demon sniggered, "The way I see things, this is justice. That girl you exorcised? That was my daughter. And that boy you shot in the alley? That was my son! Do you know what that's like, having your family die? How'd you like it if I killed your family, huh? Oh wait, I already did."
Sam and Dean exchanged murderous glances.
"Demons can have kids?" Mia whispered to herself in utter revulsion.
Sam took the opportunity to confront him. "Why? I wanna know why you killed my mom and Jess."
The Demon smiled, "You know," he said to Dean and Mia, "Sammy was gonna marry that girl. He'd been shopping for rings and everything."
Mia felt Sam flinch beside her at the truth of The Demon's words.
"I killed them because they got in the way of my plans for you, Sammy," He answered. "You and all the kids like you."
"Can we get this over with already?" Came Dean's sarcastic reply.
"Funny," The Demon laughed, "but that's you, isn't it? Mask all the nasty pain with jokes and such. You know, you fight and fight for this family but the truth is, they don't need you. I mean, Sam is clearly John's favorite. And heck, he probably even likes Mia more than you. In fact, I bet she could easily replace you in Daddy's heart."
At his words, Dean began furiously struggling against his own restraints, wanting to strike The Demon. He called back; "Well you know, I bet you were proud of your own kids… But wait, I wasted them."
The Demon shot him a smirk before Dean began to scream in pain. He began bleeding from the inside out to Sam and Mia's utter horror.
"LET HIM GO!" Mia pleaded with the demon as Sam furiously struggled to free himself.
"Dad, don't let him kill me," Dean begged between screams of pain. More gashes and blood appeared on his body and soon enough, Dean passed out.
Mia glared at the Colt. She willed Sam's powers to work, for the gun to fly into his hands and he could free his dying brother. Mia closed her eyes and imagined the object flying to Sam.
When she opened them, Sam had the Colt in his arms and both of them fell from the wall. Mia landed beside him and retied her necklace so the blunt edge wasn't buried in her neck.
"You shoot me, you kill Daddy," The Demon taunted.
Sam aimed, "I know," and fired the gun into the side of his father's leg. Managing to expel the demon but keep his father alive.
Dean slumped to the floor and Mia ran to his aid with Sam right behind her.
"Oh God, you've lost a lot of blood," Mia panicked as she lifted Dean's head.
"Go check on Dad," Dean pleaded to Sam who hurriedly ran to his father's side.
Sam obliged and found that his father was conscious.
"Sam! He's still in me. I need you to shoot me! We can end this!" John shouted.
Sam aimed the Colt at his father and Dean struggled against Mia. "No, don't do it!" He whispered, "Mia, don't let him do it."
Mia reached for Sam and grabbed his arm. "Don't do this, please. Family, Sam; family matters more! Think about Jess, she wouldn't want you to do this, and neither would your mom! Don't do it!"
Sam lowered his gun despite his father's insistent cries. And both he and Mia watched as John expelled the Demon in a pillar of black smoke from his mouth, which then faded through the floor.
John stared up at Sam in disappointment while Dean exhaled a struggling sigh of relief and fell limp against Mia's knee.
"We've gotta get them to a hospital," Mia told Sam, her blue eyes wide with terror.
Bobby Singer held Amelia's little hand as he walked her back to her mother's house.
"Now remember," he instructed her softly, "don't tell your mom about werewolves, or hunting, okay? Just tell her you got lost in the woods, and I found you."
Amelia nodded enthusiastically. "Okay! You found me in the woods."
Bobby smiled as she directed him towards a small wooden lake house that overlooked Lake Texoma. It was a charming little house, like something out of a fairy tale. Quite fitting for the enchanting little girl, Bobby thought to himself as he watched Amelia knock on the door.
The door swung open to reveal a young woman in her mid-twenties with wavy brown hair the same shade as Amelia's, and bright hazel eyes that were red and puffy from the tears she had shed.
"Mia! Thank God you're alright!" The young woman exclaimed as she knelt down and pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.
Amelia smiled into her mother's hug and suddenly felt the desire to tell her everything.
"Mommy! Mommy! Guess what? I saw a werewolf!" She cried out gleefully when her mother released her.
The young woman stared at her daughter in disbelief and fear before she glanced up at an exasperated Bobby.
"She's got a great imagination," Bobby chuckled in an attempt to brush off the little girl's story.
Amelia's mom frowned at the man's explanation and ushered her inside before walking over to speak to him.
"Who are you?" She asked as she drew her grey cardigan tighter around her shoulders.
Bobby extended his arm for a handshake. "My name is Bobby Singer, I'm a mechanic. I found your daughter wandering alone in the woods. She claimed she got lost walking home from her friend's house."
Amelia's mother shook his hand warily; her eyes were still narrowed in suspicion. "I'm Jane Wilkins. Why is my daughter talking about a werewolf?"
Bobby sucked in a deep breath. "She, uh, she saw a wolf in the woods, she said, and I think she believed it was some sort of werewolf. I guess she's been watching too much Scooby-Doo."
Jane nodded as he spoke then glanced back at her daughter who was sitting at their kitchen table, colouring something furiously.
"Look, I'm extremely grateful to you for finding Mia and bringing her home but… she's been through enough. I don't want you to ever come near her again. She's just a little girl who deserves a normal life. I don't want her to grow up checking under the bed for monsters every night before she goes to sleep," Jane pleaded.
Bobby's eyes widened in shock. "You know about hunters-"
The woman shook her head. "All I know is that I don't want Mia to know anything about that. She's my life, and I would die if something ever happened to her."
"You know," Bobby added, "she's a lot tougher than you think…"
"Mommy?" Amelia's little voice called from within the house, "Can I say goodbye, to the huntsman?"
Jane sighed and allowed them two minutes to say their parting words on the porch.
Amelia threw herself at Bobby in a hug. "Thank you, Huntsman. For everything, I had a great adventure with you, and I'll never forget it."
Bobby hugged her back tightly. "Oh, you've been a help to me more than you can imagine. Never change. I hope you'll always be this brave."
Amelia pulled away and handed Bobby a drawing. It was the two of them holding hands with a picture of the werewolf in the background.
"Don't forget me," Amelia whispered and Bobby promised never to forget about her. He kept the drawing on his fridge back home and showed it to her years later when she re-met up with the Winchester boys.
Within five minutes of Dean collapsing, the four of them were in the car. Sam drove with his father in the front passenger seat while Mia supported Dean's half-conscious form in the backseat.
"Why didn't you kill the demon?" John asked on their trek to the hospital, "I thought we both agreed that killing this demon came before everything."
Sam caught his brother's eye in the backseat and nodded at him. "No Sir," Sam told his father, "not everything."
Mia looked at Dean whose head was on her shoulder while Sam and his father spoke. "Don't fall asleep, or I'll sing Thunderstruck to you like you do to keep me awake when I need to sleep."
The curve of Dean's mouth turned up into a small smile and he looked as though he wanted to speak.
But then suddenly the blinding headlights of a truck shined through their windows before any of them could react. The truck slammed into their side and continued to slam into them until they landed in a ditch.
Little did any of them know that the driver of the truck had been possessed by a demon to purposely ram into them.
"Dean, Dean wake up," Mia pleaded, shaking the boy who had smacked his head against his window and gone unconscious again.
"Sam?" She called, tapping the shoulder of the youngest Winchester whose bloodied head was lolled back from the impact.
Mia grew frightened. "John?!" She cried as she reached over to shake the Winchester patriarch awake. But it was no use, she was completely alone; conscious with nothing but the radio playing in the background and her own echoing screams to keep her company.
A/N: Thanks for all the support and reviews! I'm so sorry this took sooo long. I'll have the season two premiere up as soon as possible. Please review! I'll love you forever!
Next Episode: The aftermath of the crash leaves Mia with a difficult decision that could mean life or death for one of the Winchesters.
(Note: I know the plot really closely follows the show but once we get further into season two, another storyline will surface so stay tuned!)
Songs Used:
Carry On My Wayward Son- Kansas