The next possible job was in Chicago, apparently a girl was brutally murdered in her locked apartment. Dean was blasting some rock music as he drove up to the building she stayed in. He parked the Impala on the street corner and shut the car off as you got out to help him get some stuff out of the trunk. This time you were posing employees from the security company that the girl used. Sam stayed in the car reading the newspaper article about her death. After a few minutes he got out as well. "All right, guys. This is the place." Sam declared as you and Dean walked up to him each carrying a toolbox.

"You know, I gotta say, Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes." Dean huffed a bit as he glanced down at the jumpsuit he was wearing. "I feel like a high school drama dork."

"What was that play you did? -What was it?OurTown. Yeah. You were good. It was cute." Dean smiled as you three walked across the street.

"Aw, that sounds adorable." You cooed.

"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" Sam asked Dean.

"You gotta admit this makes it easier to do the job, besides you already use fake names, fake IDs, and fake credit cards. The costume completes the look." You agreed with Sam. "As long as they're comfortable." You muttered under your breath.

"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean argued as Sam chuckled at him.

"Whose?" Sam asked.

"Ours." Dean stated.

"Yeah, if you call hustling, scams, fraud "hard-earned money'"." You mocked.

"You think credit card fraud's easy?" Dean huffed as you reached the building's entrance.

The landlady showed you up to the girl's apartment and led you three in to do your work. "Thanks for letting us look around." Sam expressed as you followed them into the apartment.

"Well, police said they were done with the place, so..." The lady began. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?"

"That's right." Dean answered.

"Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." The lady admitted as she led you into the bedroom which was covered in blood. The rug, walls, and furniture all had splashes of blood on them, some more than others.

"Well, that's why we're here. Figure out what went wrong, and make sure it doesn't happen again." You explained as you looked around the room.

"Now, ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asked her as he stayed next to her.

"Yeah." The lady said.

"Right after it happened." Sam clarified.

"No. A few days later. Meredith's work called. She hadn't showed up. I knocked on her door. That's when I noticed...the smell." The lady explained.

"Any windows open? Any sign of a break-in?" Dean asked her.

"No, windows were locked. Door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it just to get in." The lady shared. You remembered noticed the cut chain on the door when you came into the apartment.

"And the alarm was still armed?" You asked her.

"Like I said, bang-up job your company's doing." The lady commented.

"Mm-hm. You see any overturned furniture? Broken glass? Signs of a struggle?" Dean asked her.

"Everything was in perfect condition. Except Meredith." The lady voiced as she looked down at the rug where Meredith's body must have been found.

"What happened to Meredith?" You wondered.

"Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a wack job. But I'll you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it." The lady spoke.

"Ma'am, you mind if we take some time, give this place a once-over?" Sam asked her.

"Oh uh, well, go right ahead. Knock yourselves out." The lady agreed. After that she left the apartment so you three could get to work. Dean opened the toolbox and pulled out the EMF reader, while you examined the room closely for sulfur or any other signs of something supernatural.

"So the killer walks in and out of the apartment. No weapons, no prints. Nothin'." You stated as you looked around.

"I'm telling you, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Sam commented as he scanned he second EMF reader around the other side of the room.

"I think I agree with you." Dean mumbled.

"You say you talked to the cops?" Sam asked Dean.

"Uh...yeah. Spoke to Amy, a, uh...charming, perky officer of the law." Dean answered.

"Yeah? What did you find out?" Sam asked him.

"Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila. I mean..." "Oh, and she's got this tattoo, right-" Dean went on.

"Dean!" You growled at him wanting him to get to the point.

"What? Yeah. Uh, nothing we don't already know. Except one thing they're keeping out of the papers." Dean shared.

"Hmm." Sam murmured.

"Meredith's heart was missing." Dean revealed.

"Her heart?" You wondered.

"Yeah, her heart." Dean repeated.

"So, what do you think did it to her?" You asked him.

"The landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was. Werewolf?" Dean suggested.

"No, not a werewolf. The lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit." Sam pointed out as you stared at the blood stains on the rug. They looked like they almost formed a pattern of some kind.

"Huh, can you guys look for some masking tape?" You asked them. Once you got some tape you began to connect the blood stains with the tape until they revealed a symbol.

"Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked Dean as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Never." Dean answered as you three looked down at it.

"Me neither." Sam said.


That night you three decided to chill and have a few drinks at the local bar. You picked out a table to sit at, while you watched Dean chat up the pretty girl tending the bar. You did a quick scan of the room for any guy that you could find attractive, but no one stood out to you. Since you started hunting with the boys, you haven't had any time to date or flirt with anyone. Besides who needs them when you got two of the most attractive guys you've ever seen working with you. You let a sigh as you watched Dean flirt with the girl. You weren't interested in Sam, he felt a little more like a little brother to you, but Dean was too hot to put into words. You saw the way Dean treated you though, he at most only saw you as a little sister that needed guidance and protection. You turned your head to see Sam walk in the entrance and come throw the journal on the table and sit down. "So did the journal have any hints at what we could be dealing with?" You asked Sam as he flipped through the pages of the journal.

"Talked to the bartender." Dean stated as he sat down next to you.

"Oh I bet you did." You muttered until your breath as Dean gave you a look.

"You get anything? Besides her number." Sam retorted.

"Guys. I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that." Dean scoffed in disbelief. "All right. Heh-heh." Dean smiled wide as he held up a napkin with the girl's number on it.

"You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" Sam scolded Dean.

"Huh? There's nothing to find out. Meredith worked here. She waited tables. Everyone here's her friends. Everybody says she's normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died. So..." Dean explained.

"Find anything out about that symbol?" You asked Sam.

"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or any of the usual books. So I'll just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." Sam replied.

"Well, there was a first victim, right, before Meredith." Dean pointed out.

"Right, yeah. His name was, uh...His name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his townhouse. Same deal. The door was locked. The alarm was on." Sam shared as he handed you and Dean a newspaper article to read. There was a picture of Ben on the front and then it talked about how he died.

"Think there's a connection?" You wondered.

"Nothing that I can tell. I mean, not yet at least. Ben was a banker. Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common. They were practically from different worlds." Sam noted.

"So to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's number." Dean beamed at that fact as Sam just stared past Dean. "What?" Dean wondered with a confused look on your face. You turned around to see what or who Sam was looking at. Sam suddenly got up and walked away from you and Dean. "Sam." Dean called over as you two watched Sam weave through the crowd.


You and Dean walked up behind Sam as he was talking to a blonde woman who seemed to know him, but you didn't recall Sam knowing or meeting anyone like that since you started hunting with him, unless she was from his time in college. Dean seemed as confused as you about all this. "Oh, I did. I came. I saw. I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray, at a bar." The Blonde explained as you and Dean stood next to Sam.

"Who?" Sam wondered.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old. So I've been living here for a while." The blonde shared as Dean cleared his throat.

"You're from Chicago?" Sam questioned.

"No. Massachusetts. Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds that we'd run into each other?" The blonde inquired.

"Yeah, I know. I thought I'd never see you again." Sam smiled at the girl.

"Well, I'm glad you were wrong." The blonde smiled back at Sam as Dean cleared his throat even louder. "Dude. Cover your mouth." She scoffed at Dean.

"Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, Meg. This is, um...heh. This is my brother, Dean and our friend Y/N." Sam introduced you two to her.

"This is Dean and Y/N?" Meg asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"So you've heard of me?" Dean smiled at Meg.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice, the way you treat your brother like luggage." Meg snapped at Dean.

"Sorry?" Dean questioned.

"Excuse you?" You questioned a little offended by what she said.

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do. Stop dragging him over God's green earth." Meg accused Dean.

"Meg. It's all right." Sam stated.

"Okay. Awkward." Dean whistled as he chuckled. "I'm gonna get a drink now."

"I think I'll join you." You agreed not wanting to be anywhere near Meg. Something about her rubbed you the wrong way. Once you and Dean made it to the bar you sat down at the counter.

"I can't believe what she said!" Dean huffed as he downed a shot.

"Yeah, I know. There's something off about her." You mumbled as you sipped your own drink and watched as Sam talked to her.

Once Sam met up with you and Dean you three left to return to the hotel."Who the hell was she?" Dean asked Sam.

"I don't really know. I only met her once. And meeting up with her again...I don't know, guys, it's weird." Sam admitted.

"Well, what was she sayin'? Huh? I treat you like luggage? What, were you b*tching about me to some chick?" Dean growled at Sam.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. That's not important. Just listen-" Sam tried to explain.

"Well was there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Dean interrupted Sam as you three walked across the road back towards the car.

"No. Of course not. Would you listen?" Sam pleaded with Dean.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean." Sam shared as he stopped as you reach the outside of the street.

"I think so too." You agreed with Sam.

"Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me." Dean huffed.

"No, man. I mean, like, our kind of strange." Sam clarified.

"You thinking a lead?" You wondered.

"Yeah." Sam nodded his head at you.

"Why do you say that?" Dean questioned.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now I run into her in some random Chicago bar? The same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural. You don't think that's weird?" Sam pointed out.

"I don't know, coincidence. It happens." Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Not to us." You voiced.

"Look, I could be wrong. I'm just saying that there's something about this girl that i can't quite put my finger on." Sam said.

"But I bet you'd like to. Maybe she's not a suspect. May-Maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with your upstairs brain. Huh?" Dean joked.

"Why don't we check to see if there really is a Meg from Andover, Massachusetts? Then we'll figure out if she's involved or not." You suggested.

"You should see if you can dig anything up on the symbol while you're at it." Sam pointed out.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked Sam.

"I'm gonna watch Meg." Sam answered.

"Yeah, you are." Dean chuckled.

"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry." Sam explained.

"Little pervert." Dean chuckled.

"Dude." Sam scoffed at Dean.

"We're going, we're going." Dean mumbled as you and he left to go back to the hotel. Sam took the Impala to watch Meg.


Once you got back to the hotel room, Dean started investigating Meg while you did some research on the symbol you found in the apartment. You glanced over to Dean as he called Sam to tell him what he found out about Meg. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside that poor girl's apartment, Aren't you?" Dean accused Sam through the phone. "You got a funny way of showing your affection. Sorry, man, she checks out. There's a Masters in the Andover phone book. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading or whatever it is you do. Huh?" Dean suggested to Sam. "Here I'll let Y/N tell you." Dean said as he passed the phone over to you.

"What did you find out about the symbol?" Sam asked you through the phone.

"Apparently it's Zoroastrian. It's really, really old school, like two thousand years before Christ old." You explained. "It's a sigil for a Daeva."

"What's a Daeva?" Sam wondered.

"It means, "Demon of darkness."" You quoted from the website you found the information on. "Zoroastrian demons are savage and animalistic. They have very nasty attitudes."

"They sound like demonic pit bulls." Dean commented from the table by the window.

"How'd you figure that out?" Sam asked you through the phone.

"Let's just say I had to do a lot of research papers in college, I've got a system." You smirked proud of yourself.

"Oh good, you can do the research from now on." Sam joked.

"Ha ha." You mocked back. "Anyways, these Daevas can only be summoned or conjured."

"So someone's controlling it?" Sam speculated.

"Yeah, and from what I'm reading it's really dangerous for whoever summoned it. They like to turn on the person who is controlling them." You explained.

"So, what do they look like?" Sam asked you.

"We don't know, nobody's seen them for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that old, someone really knows their stuff. Chances are that someone powerful is behind this." You pointed out. You were about to say something else to Sam, but Dean snatched the phone out of your hand.

"Hey, why don't you give that girl a private strip-o-gram. No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks. Just enough to-Sam? You-" Dean called into the phone.

"Ha! That's what you get for stealing the phone for me." You laughed as Dean tossed the phone on the table in a huff. You cleaned your papers and put your laptop to sleep since you were done with your research.


The next morning Sam still hadn't returned to the hotel, so Dean figured he probably got some action with Meg. You were getting ready to start the day when Sam came rushing into the room. "Dude, I gotta talk to you." Sam and Dean said in unison.

"You two are so cute when you do that." You smiled as you finished styling your hair. The boys gave you a look before getting to the point.

"So hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" You inquired as you walked in from the bathroom.

"Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing." Sam revealed.

"So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl?" Dean joked. "Ha ha, and what's the deal with that bowl again?"

"She was talking into it, the way witched used to scry into crystal balls or entrails. She was communicating with someone." Sam replied.

"With who? The Daeva?" You wondered.

"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone...who's coming to that warehouse." Sam explained. Dean walked over to the table and sat down to open a folder sitting on it.

"Holy crap." Dean muttered to himself.

"What?" Sam asked.

"What I was gonna tell you earlier. I, uh-I pulled a favor with, my ahem, friend Amy over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims, we missed something the first time." Dean shared.

"What?" You wondered.

"The, uh, first victim, the old man? Spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean pointed out as You and Sam joined him at the table to look at the file.

"Lawrence, Kansas." Sam read.

"Mm-Hm. And Meredith, the second victim? Turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." Dean said.

"Lawrence." You read off of her file.

"Holy crap." Sam sighed. This was way too much of a coincidence to be nothing.

"Yeah." Dean agreed.

"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. It's where everything started. So you guys think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam wondered.

"It's a definite possibility." Dean stated.

"I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam asked.

"Beats me." Dean admitted.

"I'm willing to bet that she killed them to lure you two or maybe John to Chicago as a trap." You suggested.

"I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg and have ourselves an interrogation." Dean decided.

"No, We can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who-Or what.-is showing up to meet her." Sam disagreed.

"I'll tell you one thing, I don't think we should do this alone." Dean suggested.

So, while you and Sam got ready to head to the warehouse Dean was calling John hoping he would meet you at the warehouse to help out. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed mom. So, uh...This warehouse it's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." Dean spoke with his phone up to his ear.

"Voice mail?" Sam asked as he packed the duffel bag.

"Yeah." Dean said as he put the phone back in his pocket. "Jeez. What'd you get?"

"Heh. Y/N and I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that we could think of. Exorcism rituals from about a half-dozen religions. We're not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" Sam explained as Dean made sure the shotgun was locked and loaded.

"Big night." Dean said as he and Sam cocked their guns and you zipped up the duffel bag.

"Yeah." Sam agreed as you looked between each other. "Nervous?"

"No. No. Are you?" Dean asked.

"No. No way." Sam shook his head. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that d*mn thing? That demon?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean advised.

"I know. I'm just saying...what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school. Just...be a person again." Sam voiced.

"You wanna go back to school?" Dean questioned Sam.

"Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing." Sam answered.

"Huh." Dean mumbled.

"Why? Is there something wrong with that?" Sam asked.

"No. No. It's great. Good for you." Dean stated.

"I mean...What are you two gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asked.

"To be honest, I don't know if I can go back to a normal life. Knowing there are monsters out there preying on innocent people." You began.

"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be something to hunt." Dean explained.

"There's gotta be something you want for yourself." Sam insisted.

"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean huffed.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asked Dean as Dean turned his back to Sam.

"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford?" Dean asked.

"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom." Sam replied.

"Yes that, but it's more than that, man. You and me and Dad. Y/N's great to have along but it's not the same. I mean, I want us to-I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again." Dean explained.

"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before." Sam retorted.

"Could be." Dean muttered.

"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way." Sam admitted. The brothers stared at each other for a few moments before you cleared your throat.

"I'm gonna go pack everything in the Impala." You said as you took the duffel bags and guns down to the car.


You shivered as you felt a gust of wind blow past you, and you looked down towards the ground. You knew the boys had come up with some crazy ideas in the past, but this took the cake. Dean decided that while they would go inside the warehouse and confront Meg, you come in from the outside in case things went south and you could surprise her. So you had climbed the metal scaffolding attached to the outside of the warehouse, and you just reached the fourth floor windows when you decided to stop for a second. You needed to time it just right, so she would be distracted with Sam and Dean to notice you sneaking through the window. "Stupid Sam and Dean, always sticking me with the craziest jobs." You grumbled under your breath as you sneezed. You zipped up your jacket to try and keep yourself warm. Suddenly you heard screaming from the fifth floor windows above which sounded like Sam and Dean, then it all went quiet. You climbed the rest of the scaffolding to the fifth floor and peeked your head through the window. You saw Sam and Dean tied to cement pillars with Meg crouching down in front of them. The whole floor was this one room with the altar in the middle of it. The boys looked pretty beat up but alive though. You stayed in the shadows outside the window until you could see the sign to go in. "This...The whole thing was a trap. Running into you at the bar. Following you here, hearing what you had to say. It was all a setup, wasn't it?" Sam asked as Meg just laughed at him. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?"

"Doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all. Where's your little friend, Y/N?" Meg wondered.

"We kicked her to the curb, she was dead weight to us." Dean lied.

"Aw, that's a shame she's gonna miss out on all the fun." Meg cooed as she looked between the boys.

"You killed those two people for nothing." Sam retorted.

"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." Meg smiled sickeningly at Sam.

"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. Why don't you kill us already?" Dean asked Meg.

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you." Meg stated.

"Dad. It's a trap for Dad." Sam realized.

"Well, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into this. He's too good." Dean argued.

"He is pretty good, I'll give you that." Meg agreed as she got up and knelt right in front of Dean. "But you see...he has one weakness."

"What's that?" Dean questioned.

"You. He lets his guard down around his boys. Lets his emotions cloud his judgments. I happen to know heisin town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody, nice and slow. And messy." Meg explained.

"Well, I got news for you. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill him." Dean spit at her.

"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here. They're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see." Meg revealed.

"Why are you doing this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with whom?" Sam asked Meg.

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do. Loyalty. Love. Like the love you have for Mommy. And Jess." Meg replied.

"Go to hell." Sam seethed at Meg.

"Baby, I'm already there." Meg as she crawled over and sat on Sam's lap. "Oh, come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty. I think we both know...how you really feel about me. You know...I saw you watching me...changing in my apartment. It turned you on, didn't it?" As Meg was forcing herself on Sam you took this chance to climb in the window and duck into the shadows as you tried to make your way to the altar.

"Get a room, you two." Dean groaned as he avoided looking at them.

"I didn't mind, I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." Meg offered to Sam. 'Eww' you thought to yourself.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." Sam declined her offer. Meg suddenly stopped and looked over at Dean who was acting suspicious. You ducked under a nearby table with a cloth draped over it so she wouldn't see you.

"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" You heard Meg say to Sam. You peeked under the cloth to see Meg back on Sam's lap. The altar was only a couple of feet away, so you took this chance to run over to the altar.

"No. No. It was because of that." Sam smiled as you shoved the altar over shattering the items on top of it.

"You b*tch, do you know what you've done!" Meg screamed as she tried to attack you. Suddenly you saw the shadows around the room and something pulled her across the room to the window. "No! No! No!" Meg screamed as she was thrown out the window. You ran over to the window to see her lifeless body on the sidewalk at the bottom of the warehouse. Sam and Dean limped over to the window to join you.

"Well that plan actually worked pretty well," Dean commented with a wince.

"I guess, the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam muttered.

"I guess not." Dean agreed. "Hey, Sam?"

"Hm?" Sam wondered.

"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets of crazy, huh?" Dean asked with a smile on his face as he walked away from the window.

Since Meg was dead you three returned to the hotel. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asked Sam as you walked down the hall to your guys' room.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again: better safe than sorry." Sam explained as You unlocked the door. As you walked into the room you noticed a shadow standing by the window.

"Guys!" You alerted Sam and Dean. They rushed in behind you to see what was wrong.

"Hey!" Dean shouted at the shadow as he stepped in front of you protectively. The man turned around and stepped into the light revealing the face of a middle aged man with a rugged beard. He shared an uncanny resemblance to Sam and Dean.

"Is that-" You started to ask.

"Dad?" Dean questioned as he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Hey, boys." John smiled at Sam and Dean. Dean and John walked up to each other and hugged each other tightly. Sam slowly walked over to them, while you stayed back not sure what do to. "Hi, Sam." John greeted Sam and smiled at him.

"Hey, Dad." Sam whispered as he set the duffel bag on the floor.

"And you must be Y/N," John stated as he turned to you. "I heard about you from the voicemails."

"Oh, h-hi, it's great to finally meet you, sir." You stuttered trying to act as politely as you could. You knew how great a hunter he was what the stories Sam and Dean and from reading the his journal. You wanted to bring his absence this whole time, but things were already awkward between Sam and John, and Dean was very emotional right now.

"You can ease up around me, it's okay. I wanna thank you for helping out my boys this whole time, most people wouldn't do that." John spoke as he faintly smiled at you.

"Dad, it was a trap." Dean shared as John turned back to face Dean. "I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. I thought it might have been." John said.

"Were you there?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Just in time to see the girl take the swan dive." John replied. "She was the bad guy, right?"

"Yes, sir." Sam and Dean answered in unison.

"Good." John nodded. "Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." John shared.

"The demon has?" Sam wondered.

"It knows I'm close." John stated. "It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell. Actually kill it."

"How?" Dean asked.

"I'm working on that." John smirked.

"Well, let us come with you. We'll help." Sam offered.

"No, Sam. Not yet." John declined. "Listen, try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a b*tch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire. I don't want you hurt."

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam tried to reassure John.

"Of course I do. I'm your father. Listen, Sammy, uh, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight." John admitted.

"Yes, sir." Sam nodded his head.

"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time." John cried as he started to tear up.

"Too long." Sam added as he and John teared up a bit and hugged each other. The three of them smiled at each other when suddenly John was thrown against the kitchenette. Then something stuck Sam across the face.

"No!" Dean screamed as he was thrown in the wall. You tried to reach for the duffel bag to find something to help, but something threw you into the desk splintering the wood into your back.


All you could hear was the screeching of the Daevas and the screams of John, Sam, and Dean. You looked over at John to see one trying to tear his limbs apart. The other one kept flinging Dean across the floor and the third one had Sam pinned against the dresser. You saw the duffel bag within arm's reach to you and you noticed a flare poking out of the bag. You weren't sure why Sam packed that, but you figured it might work against the Daevas. "Close your eyes!" You shouted as you grabbed the flare closed your eyes tightly and popped it. You heard it sizzle and crackle as it lit up the room getting rid of the Daevas, at least for the time being. It was too bright to open your eyes so you felt your way across the room as you heard coughing around you.

"Dad!" Dean called trying to find John.

"Over here!" John responded. You felt yourself reach Sam and you patted him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey" You nodded toward Sam. Then you helped each other reach the door the leave the room. Dean opened the door while partly carrying John, while you and Sam followed behind helping each other along.

Once you were out of the building you four ran to the Impala as fast as you could. John was hurt a lot worse than you three. John groaned and grunted in pain as Dean helped him over to the car."All right. Come one. We don't have much time." Sam panted as he passed you the duffel bag so he could open the backdoor for Dean and John. "As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back."

"No, wait. Wait. Sam, wait." Dean asked as he let go of John. "Dad, you can't come with us."

"What?" Sam questioned. "What are you talking about?"

"You three... You're beat to hell." John pointed out.

"We'll be all right." Dean stated.

"Dean, we should stick together." Sam argued. "We'll go after this demon together."

"Sam, listen to me. We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again. They'll use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He-He's stronger without us around." Dean explained.

"Dean's right, John is clearly on the right track, he's got that demon scared. The only thing it can use against John is you two." You agreed with Dean.

"Dad. No. After everything. After all the time we've spent looking for you...Please. I gotta be a part of this fight." Sam pleaded with John as he put his hand on John's shoulder.

"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. Even Y/N. For now, you gotta trust me, son. Okay? You gotta let me go." John reasoned with Sam. You could tell how upset and frustrated he was, he knew John had to leave again but he didn't want to accept it. John walked past you three and headed over to his truck which was parked a few feet in front of the Impala. You three watched him as he looked back and Sam and Dean one last time. "Be careful, boys."

"Come on," Dean groaned as he got into the driver's seat to leave. You got in the back, while Sam ran to his side and got in. Dean and Sam watched as John drove away. They had very somber looks on their faces as Dean started the car and drove off.