"Where is he?" Dean asked, you assumed Meg, over the phone. "They've got Dad." Dean quivered as he hung up the phone.

"Meg?" Sam wondered. "What'd she say?"

"I just told you, Sammy." Dean growled. "Okay. Okay." Dean breathed as he grabbed the Colt and stuffed it in the back of his pants.

"What are you thinking, Dean?" You asked him as he got ready to leave.

"We gotta go." Dean answered.

"Why?" Sam questioned.

"Cause the demon knows we're in Salvation, All right. It knows we've got the Colt. It's got Dad. It's probably coming for us, next." Dean explained as he packed his bags and got his jacket on.

"Good. We've still got the four bullets." Sam stated.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready. Okay. We don't know how many of 'em are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now." Dean declared.

So you packed everything up and left the motel. It was the middle of the night and Dean was driving well over the speed limit, but thankfully he was driving on back-roads with no one around. "I'm telling you, we could've taken them." Sam grumbled.

"What we need is a plan." Dean said.

"Dean's right, if we've only got one chance at this let's make it the best chance we can get." You agreed.

"Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive. We just gotta figure out where. They'll wanna trade him for the gun." Dean explained as Sam shook his head. "What?"

"Dean if that were true...why didn't Meg mention a trade?" Sam questioned.

"Probably because she wants us to panic and try to save him without a plan, then she could get all of us and the Colt." You voiced.

"But Dad. He might be-" Sam started.

"Don't!" Dean shouted.

"Look I don't wanna believe it any more than you...but if he is, all the more reason to kill the d*mn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job." Sam argued.

"Screw the job, Sam." Dean growled.

"Dean, I'm just trying to do what he would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam explained.

"Quit talking about him like he's dead. Listen to me. Everything stops until we get him back. Do you understand me? Everything." Dean decided.

"So...any idea on how we go about finding him?" You asked from the backseat.

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean suggested.

"Dean, come on. You really think these demons are gonna leave a trail?" Sam pointed out.

"You're right. We need help." Dean said.

Sam and Dean wouldn't tell you where you were going and it felt like you drove for days until you finally arrived at Singer Auto Salvage."A car junkyard? Why are we here?" You wondered as you looked around all you could see around you guys were piles of cars of every kind.

"You'll see." Dean said as you rolled your eyes getting a little anxious. Dean parked in front of a big, blue house with a tow truck sitting next to it. You admired the big, teddy bear of a dog laying on the hood of the truck. This "help" of theirs was an old friend and fellow hunter, Bobby. He was older with a graying beard and he was wearing a worn, faded baseball cap on his head. After explaining everything to Bobby he let you guys use the books he had to figure how to find John and deal with Meg and the demon.

"Here you go." Bobby said to Dean as he gave him a silver flask.

"What is this, holy water?" Dean wondered as he looked at the flask.

"That one is. This is whiskey." Bobby stated as he took a swig of whiskey before handing it to Dean. "Now, that ya'll are settled in aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend. She seems a little too good for you boys."

"Oh right, sorry, I'm Y/N." You smiled as you shook his hand.

"Bobby Singer." He responded back. "So, why are you tagging along with them, I didn't realize these two did ride-alongs now."

"The demon killed her family as well." Dean mentioned.

"Yeah, but that wasn't the original reason why I joined them. I wanted to help them save people, hunt things, you know. So they've been teaching me everything they know for the last year." You explained.

"Ha! These two being teachers, that'd be a funny sight." Bobby chuckled as he took another swig of whiskey.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come." Dean admitted.

"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help." Bobby told him. While they were talking you decided to help Sam search anything you guys could use against Meg and the demon in Bobby's huge collection of books.

"Yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to fill him with buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby commented.

"Yeah, I guess he does." Dean agreed.

"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby concluded.

"Bobby, this book...I've never seen anything like it." Sam scoffed as he read the book on the table.

"KeyofSolomon? It's the real deal, all right." Bobby nodded as he sat on the edge of the table.

"And these, uh-These protective circles, they really work?" Sam asked him as he pointed to a diagram of a magic circle on the page.

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in one...they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel." Bobby explained as you and Sam chuckled at his joke.

"Man knows his stuff." Dean admired as he walked over to the table.

"I'll tell you something else too. This is some serious crap you guys have stepped in." Bobby observed.

"Oh, yeah? How's that?" Sam wondered.

"Normal year, I hear of...say,threedemonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby began.

"Yeah?" Dean inquired.

"This year, I heard of twenty-seven. So far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking us. A lot more." Bobby shared.

"Do you know why?" You asked him.

"No. But I know it's something big. Storm's coming. And you three...and your daddy, you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby went on. Suddenly Bobby's dog started growling and barking, loudly at something outside. "Rumsfeld. What is it?" Bobby whispered as he went over to the window and peeked through the blinds to see what was out there."Something's wrong." Bobby warned you guys as Meg kicked thought the back door.

"No more crap, okay?" Meg huffed as she walked in. Dean tried to walk over and splash her with holy water from his flask but she flung him across the room into a big collection of books. Sam stood in front of you and Bobby protectively. "I want the Colt, Sam. The real Colt. Right now."

"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam lied as you three slowly circled around Meg to get to the other room.

"Didn't i say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I gotta tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed." Meg ranted as you three kept backing up into the other room. "First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads and your little b*tch. Lackluster, I swear. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Meg went on as Dean came around the corner behind Meg.

"Actually...we were counting on it." Dean hinted as Meg turned around to face him. He looked up at the ceiling and so did she to reveal a devil's trap like the one in the book. "Gotcha."


Since Meg was powerless and she couldn't get out of the trap Sam and Dean tied her arms and legs to a chair so you guys could interrogate her. "You know...if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg cooed as she looked at Sam and Dean.

"I salted the doors and windows." Bobby informed you guys as he came into the room with a big canister of salt. "If there are any demons out there, they ain't getting in." Sam and Dean nodded their heads as Dean stepped closer to Meg to ask her some questions.

"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean asked her.

"You didn't ask very nice." Meg sang.

"Where's our father, b*tch?" Dean asked more gruffly.

"Oh, jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Uh. Oh, I forgot. You don't." Meg smiled up at Dean.

"Hey, you think this is a frigging game?!" Dean yelled as he got into her face. "Where is he?! What did you do to him?"

"He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg seethed as Dean's lip quivered a bit, then he slapped her across the face.

"That's kind of a turn-on...you hitting a girl." Meg breathed as she looked back up at Dean.

"You're no girl." Dean stated.

"Dean." Bobby called as he walked in the other room out of ear-shot of Meg. You and Sam followed behind him and Dean.

"Are you okay?" You asked Dean concerned for him.

"She's lying. He's not dead." Dean huffed.

"Yeah. I know." You agreed as you gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Dean, you gotta be careful with her." Bobby advised Dean. "Don't hurt her."

"Why?" Dean questioned.

"Because she really is a girl, that's why." Bobby revealed.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?" Bobby explained as you all turned around to glance at Meg.

"You trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asked Bobby and Bobby nodded. "That's actually good news." Sam got John's journal out so they could try to do an exorcism on her.

"You gonna read me a story?" Meg asked coyly as she looked between you and the boys.

"Something like that." Dean smirked as he looked down at her. 'Hit it, Sam." Sam started reading the exorcism out loud in Latin.

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg scoffed.

"Oh, we're going for it, baby. Head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Dean announced. Meg started moaning and squeezed her eyes shut from the pain.

"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body." Meg threatened.

"No. You're gonna burn in hell." Dean warned. "Unless you tell us where our dad is."

"Well, at least you'll get a nice tan." You mumbled from the sidelines, meanwhile Bobby was just watching out the window as Sam continued to recite the exorcism. Meg's body started shaking uncontrollably as she started panting and breathing heavily.

"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." Meg hissed. Sam paused for a second as he and Dean looked at each other before continuing the exorcism again.

"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 b*tches, so help me God." Dean retorted with a quaking whisper as he leaned in close to her. Suddenly the pages of the books scattered across started flipping at an incredible speed. "Where is he?"

"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?" Meg whispered.

"Where is he?" Dean repeated as he circled around Meg.

"Dead!" Meg shouted.

"No, he's not!" Dean screamed. "He is not dead! He can't be!" Sam paused again and looked at Dean concerned about how far he wanted to take this. "What are you looking at? Keep reading." Dean told Sam. Then Sam continued with the exorcism once more. Meg started screaming as her chair kept sliding around the devil's trap.

"He will be!" Meg yelled.

"Wait! What?" Dean cried to Sam.

"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." Meg warned.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" You asked her.

"You don't." Meg sighed out of breath.

"Sam-!" Dean shouted.

"A building. Okay? A building in Jefferson City." Meg admitted.

"Missouri? Where, where? An address." Dean questioned.

"I don't know." Meg answered.

"And the demon we're looking for. Where is it?" Sam asked her.

"I don't know. I swear. That's everything. That's all I know." Meg promised.

"Finish it." Dean ordered Sam.

"What? I told you the truth!" Meg cried.

"I don't care." Dean stated as he paced around Meg.

"You son of a bitch. You promised." Meg seethed.

"I lied!" Dean shouted. "Sam...Sam! Read."

"Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is." Sam suggested.

"She doesn't know." Dean argued.

"She lied!" Sam argued back.

"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there, and we've gotta help her." Dean pointed out.

"You're gonna kill her." Bobby warned as he walked up to you three.

"What?" Dean questioned.

"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, the girl is gonna die." Bobby explained.

"Listen to me, both of you. We are not gonna leave her like that." Dean decided.

"She is a human being." Bobby argued.

"And we're gonna put her out of her misery." Dean growled.

"Dean's right, can you really call that living? Having a demon inside of you." You added.

"Sam, finish it." Dean commanded. Sam hesitated as he looked between Meg and your group. "Finish it." Sam sighed as he continued to read off the exorcism. Then the lights started flickering and Meg's body twitched while her eyes turned black. Then she screamed as black smoke shot out of her mouth and burned away into the ceiling. The body went limp in the chair. as blood started dripping from her mouth. Meg slowly lifted her head. "She's still alive. Uh, call 911. Get some water and blankets." You and Dean ran to untie her from the chair.

"Thank you." Meg whispered barely conscious.

"Shh. Shh-shh. Take it slowly, okay?" You whispered to her and you got the ropes off of her arms and legs.

"Come on, let's-Let's get her down." Dean told you as you two each grabbed the back of her back and legs to carry her to the floor.

"Sorry. Sorry, sorry." You mumbled as you tried to be as gentle as you could. You couldn't even imagine the pain she was going through right now. You guys were able to lay her and the floor while Bobby got the water and blankets for her.

"A-A year." Meg whispered. "It's been a year."

"Sh. Just take it easy." Sam whispered to her.

"I've been awake...for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. And things looked-It-It's a nightmare." Meg admitted.

"Was it telling the truth about our dad?" Dean asked her.

"Dean." Sam scolded him.

"We need to know." Dean growled lowly.

"Yes. But it wants...you to know...that...they want you to come for him." Meg revealed.

"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters." Dean voiced as Bobby ran back into the room. He handed Dean the glass of water, while you and Sam laid the blankets on top of her. Dean gently tilted the cup to her mouth so she could drink it.

"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked her.

"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." Meg shared.

"Where are they keeping our dad?" Dean asked her.

"By...the riv-River. Sunrise." Meg whispered.

"Sunrise? What does that mean?" Dean asked her, but she didn't answer and her breathing stopped. "What does that mean?" None of you had any words to say, you guys just stared at her and each other for a little while.


"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here." Bobby advised as he walked you three out.

"What are you gonna tell them?" You wondered.

"You think these two invented lying to the cops?" Bobby asked referring to Sam and Dean. "I'll figure something out. Here. Take this. You might need it." Bobby offered Sam the book on demons from earlier.

Thanks." Sam said as he took the book from Bobby.

"Thanks...for everything." Dean mentioned. "Be careful, all right?"

"You just go find your dad. And when you do, you bring him around, would ya? I won't even try to shoot him this time. And Y/N, all things considered it was a pleasure to meet you. Take care of these idjits for me will ya." Bobby smiled as you and the boys started walking out the door.

"Of course, and it's great to meet you too." You waved at him as you followed the boys outside.

Dean drove you guys to Jefferson, Missouri to find out where John was being held. Dean parked by the river so you three could make sure you had everything you needed. Sam was looking through the book Bobby gave him while Dean double-checked his pistol to make it was loaded. You were looking around the area for anything that said or was related to sunrise."You've been quiet." Sam observed.

"Just getting ready." Dean muttered as he checked another gun.

"He's gonna be fine, Dean." Sam said as he went back to the book.

"Well nothing I can see, we might need to walk around a bit to find something." You mentioned as you walked back over to the Impala. Sam started drawing something on the trunk lid of the Impala.

"Dude, what are you drawing on my car?" Dean cried as he looked to see what Sam was doing.

"It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it." Sam shared.

"So?" Dean questioned.

"Oh, I get it! If we put the Colt in here with those symbols on there the demons won't be able to grab it." You figured out as you and Dean watched Sam work.

"Exactly, that way we don't have to worry about it when we go get Dad." Sam continued.

"What are you talking about? We're bringing the Colt with us." Dean decided.

"Can't, Dean. We need every bullet we have for the demon, not just any demon." Sam disagreed.

"No. We have to save Dad, Sam." Dean advised. "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? He wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam insisted.

"I don't care, Sam. I don't care what Dad wants, okay. And since when do you care what Dad wants?" Dean questioned.

"We wanna kill this demon. You used to want that too. Hell, you're the one who came and got me at school. You're the one who dragged me back into this. I'm just trying to finish it." Sam brought up.

"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that?" Dean spat. "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 voiced.

"Ha." Dean laughed as he checked another gun.

"I want Dad back." Sam stated.

"Listen Dean, we need to be smart about this. They are expecting us to bring the gun so we can use it to get John back, and they will send demon after demon against us until we have no more bullets left." You chimed in.

"They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We cannot bring that gun. We can't." Sam continued.

"Fine." Dean grumbled.

"I'm serious, Dean." Sam expressed.

"I said fine, Sam." Dean shouted as he took the Colt out of his jacket and tossed it in the trunk. Dean grabbed the duffel bag and you guys walked around the area looking for anything that said sunrise. "Hey. Hey. I think I know what Meg meant by "sunrise." Son of a b*tch. It's pretty smart." Dean mumbled as he looked at a nearby apartment building that was named "Sunrise Apartments." "I mean, if these demons can possess people, they can possess anybody inside.

"Yeah. And make anybody attack us." Sam nodded his head.

"Yeah, so we can't kill them. A building full of human shields." Dean went on.

"They probably know exactly what we look like too. And they could look like anybody." Sam added.

"Man, this sucks out loud." Dean groaned.

"Yeah, tell me about it. All right...so how the hell are we gonna get in?" Sam asked.

"Oh, we could pull the fire alarm. That way anyone who isn't possessed will get out of the building and in the chaos we can get John out." You suggested. "I'll go pull it though, chances are they won't recognize me as easily. Then as everybody is running out you two come in and find John."

Sam and Dean waited nearby while you went into the building, you got through the entrance and made sure no one was around before pulling the fire alarm. Then you got out of the building, but the fire trucks arrived quicker than you thought and they were rushing everyone out of the building. You stood nearby as you watched Dean distract the fireman while Sam stuck into one of the trucks and got him and Dean some uniforms. Since there were only tow uniforms you had to stay outside and cover their exit. You walked away from the crowd to the side of the building when as you heard yelling and commotion. You saw Sam and Dean carried John down the fire escape. As you ran over to them you saw a man try to attack Sam, so you jumped on his back to distract him. You wrapped your arm around his neck trying to choke him, but he grabbed you threw you off onto the ground and got on top of you. He punched you a couple of times before Sam came over and kicked him in the jaw causing him to flinch as his eyes turned black. Then he sent Sam flying into a nearby car. As he went to punch you again Dean shot him with the Colt killing him.

"Y/N!" Dean called as he helped you off the ground. "You okay?" He asked as he looked at your bloodied face.

"I'll live." You groaned as you winced in pain you watched him stare at the guys he just shot before helping you walk over to Sam and John.

"Come on! Come on, we gotta get out of here." Dean stated.


You guys ran back to the Impala and left driving as far as you could before stopping for the night at an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. Sam and Dean were putting salt by all the windows and doors, while you cleaned your face of the blood. It was still pretty sore, but there was no lasting damage. "How is he?" You asked Dean referring to John who was resting in what used to be a bedroom of sorts.

"Ah, he just needed a little rest, that's all." Dean replied as he wiped his hands. "How are you?"

"I'll be fine, thanks to you." You smiled at him.

"Hey, you guys don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know. I don't think so." Dean answered. "I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up."

"Yeah." Sam sighed.

"Hey, uh...Dean, you, um...saved my life back there." You admitted.

"So I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean asked you.

"All I want is to say thank you, Dean." You sighed.

"You're welcome." Dean mumbled. "Hey, Sam."

"Yeah?" Sam asked him.

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean stated.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me." Dean mumbled.

"Then what does?" Sam asked him.

"Killing that guy, killing Meg...I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. I mean, for you or Dad, even Y/N, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh-Huh. It scares me sometimes." Dean shared as John walked into the room.

"It shouldn't. You did good." John smiled at Dean.

"You're not mad?" Dean asked him.

"For what?" John asked Dean.

"Using a bullet." Dean stated.

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I...We can get pretty you-You-You watch out for this family. You always have." John explained.

"Thanks." Dean smiled at John. Something felt off about all of this, you didn't actually know John long but based on what you learned about him from Sam, Dean, and his journal John would be livid right now. He always puts the job first no matter what. Suddenly the lights started flickering, the wind started blowing so hard it felt like it knock the cabin over.

"It found us. It's here." John stated as he looked out the window.

"The demon." Sam figured.

"Sam, Dean, lines of salt." John ordered. "In front of every window, every door."

"We already did it." Sam mentioned.

"Well, check it. Okay?" John asked them. Sam and Dean both nodded and left you with John. "Y/N, where's the gun?"

"Uh, Dean has it right now." You answered, getting pulled out of your thoughts.

"Can you go get it from him?" John asked you. You didn't move though something kept bugging you. "Now, the gun. Hurry. Y/N, please."

"You're not John." You muttered as you pointed your pistol at him and took a few steps back.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" John questioned.

"John'd be furious." You stated.

"What?" John asked.

"That Dean wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of him. He'd tear him a new one. You're not John." You explained.


"Y/N, it's me." John insisted.

"I've heard and read enough about John to know the kind of man he is, and you ain't him." You growled.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with my sons, whose to say you aren't the demon?" John questioned as Sam and Dean walked into the room.

"Y/N, what are you doin'?" Dean asked you.

"What the hell's going on?" Sam asked as he looked between you and John.

"Either Y/N's lost her mind or she's the demon." John stated.

"He's not John." You said, not taking your eyes off of John.

"What?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.

"I think he's possessed by the demon. Probably since we rescued him." You explained.

"Don't listen to her, boys." John ordered.

"Y/N, how do you know?" Sam asked you.

"He's-He's different ever since we saved him something felt off, something about him felt familiar like I've seen him before. Then I realized it's the same feeling I got from the demon when he killed my family. He's got the same sinister look in his eyes that the demon has." You explained.

"You know, we don't have time for this." John spat. "Sam, Dean you wanna kill this demon, you gonna trust me. Shoot her." Sam and Dean just looked between you and John not sure what to do. "Sam. Dean."

"No. No." Sam shook his head as Dean pulled the Colt out and aimed it at John and they stood next to you.

"Really? Really?! You're choosing some random girl over your own flesh and blood!" John shouted.

"Y/N has hunted and lived with us for the last year, even when you weren't around, so yeah I'd trust her more than you right now." Dean retorted.

"Fine. You're all so sure? Go ahead. Kill me." John stated as he hung his head down. Dean didn't shoot him though, still a little unsure about it. "I thought so." John smirked as he lifted his head revealing his yellow-eyes. Sam was flung against the left wall and held there. While Dean was flung against the wall behind you and you were thrown against the right wall. You all tried to struggle but it was like an invisible force kept you pinned against the wall. "What a pain in the as* this thing's been." Yellow-eyes growled as he picked up Colt.

"It's you, isn't it?" Sam asked him. "We've been looking for you for a long time."

"Well, you found me." Yellow-eyes smiled at Sam.

"But the holy water..." Sam began.

"You think something like that works on something like me?" John hinted.

"I'm gonna kill you." Sam growled as he stared daggers into Yellow-eyes.

"Oh. That would be a neat trick. In fact...here." Yellow-eyes commented as he sat the Colt down on the table. "Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy. You know, this is fun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this...This is worth the wait. 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 seethed as Yellow-eyes walked over to Dean.

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned...this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter." Yellow-eyes whispered.

"Who, Meg?" Dean questioned.

"The one in the alley...that was my boy. You understand." Yellow-eyes went on.

"You gotta be kidding me." Dean muttered.

"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family? Oh. That's right. I forgot. I did. Still...two wrongs don't make a right." Yellow-eyes whispered.

"You wanna talk of justice? How about what you did to my family!" You shouted.

"I gotta admit what are the chances that sweet, little Y/N would end up with these two?" Yellow-eyes wondered as he walked over to you.

"You know who I am?" You asked.

"Of course, I killed your parents didn't I? I didn't intend to kill the rest of them, but they just got in the way." Yellow-eyes shared.

"Why" You asked him.

"It's simple your parents were a threat to me." Yellow-eyes answered. You looked at him with a confused look on your face. "Oh what? Mommy and daddy didn't tell you? They were hunters and they wouldn't stop until they killed me." Finally it all made sense the business trips they took all the time, the basement you were never allowed in. "Kathleen and Daniel L/N, they really were the cutest pair of hunters. You see, it all started on the day you turned six months old and I tried to sneak into your room to give you a little gift. They somehow got word and stopped me and almost killed me in the process. I had to run away and wait for another two years till another special batch of kids could be born, little Sammy included. They kept going after me for over twenty years trying to kill me, all for the sake of their family. So when the time came for I paid them a little visit even used one of their most trusted friends as a meat suit. And I savored every moment of killing them, especially the twins. The way Kathleen wailed, cried, cursed, and begged for their lives. It made my day."

"You bastard! You're pure evil you know that!" You screamed as tears ran down your face.

"I think I'm going to really enjoy killing you, Y/N. I'll take it nice and slow, and savor it just like I did with your mom." Yellow-eyes smirked as he got close to your face.

"You son of a b*tch, you leave her alone!" Dean shouted drawing Yellow-eyes' attention back to him.

"I wanna know why." Sam stated. "Why did you do it?"

"You mean, why did I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?" Yellow-eyes clarified as he walked back over to Sam.

"Yeah." Sam nodded.

"You know, I never told you this, but...Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shopping for rings and everything. You wanna know why? Because they got in the way." Yellow-eyes shared.

"In the way of what?" Sam asked.

"My plans for you, Sammy. You...and all the children like you." Yellow-eyes replied.

"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh, 'cause I really can't stand the monologuing." Dean spat.

"Funny. But that's all part of your m.o., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain. Masks the truth." Yellow-eyes mocked Dean as he walked over to Dean.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Dean wondered.

"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." Yellow-eyes taunted Dean.

"Yeah, I bet you're real proud of your kids too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." Dean retorted. Yellow-eyes took a step back and stared at Dean for a second before Dean started screaming out in pain, like his insides were being ripped out.

"Dean!" Sam shouted as he looked over at him.

"Dammit!" You cried as you struggled even harder against the force pinning you to the wall. You were afraid that Yellow-eyes was slowly killing Dean.

"No!" Sam yelled. You watched in horror as blood started running down from Dean's chest.

"Dad. Dad. Dad." Dean repeated as he gasped and winced from the pain. "Don't you let it kill me."

"Dean!" You and Sam cried out in unison. You felt completely powerless against Yellow-eyes.

"Dad, please." Dean cried with tears running down his face.

"Huh? Dean!" Sam cried again as you watched him fall unconscious with blood dripping from his mouth. "No! Don't!"

"Stop. Stop it." John begged as he regained control for a second releasing you and Sam. Sam ran over and grabbed the Colt, while you ran over to Dean to try and help him in any way you could. Sam pointed the gun at John just as Yellow-eyes resumed control. You took off your jacket and forced it against Dean's wounds to try and stop the bleeding.

"Come on, Dean, just hang on." You whispered as you supported his limp body with all your might.

"Kill me...you kill Daddy." Yellow-eyes warned Sam.

"I know." Sam stated as he shot Yellow-eyes in the leg. John's body felt to the ground as he groaned from the pain. "Dean. Dean. Hey. Oh, God. You lost a lot of blood." Sam whispered as he ran over to you and Dean.

"I'm doing what I can, but I don't know if we can even get him to a hospital in time." You cried.

"Where's Dad?" Dean gasped as he leaned into your body.

"He's right here. He's right here, Dean." Sam answered as he looked back and John.

"Go check on him." Dean told Sam.

"Dean." Sam repeated.

"Go check on him." Dean panted, out of breath and getting weaker. You nodded to Sam and he got up to check on John.

"Dad. Dad." Sam mumbled as he stood over John.

"Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. Just shoot me. You shoot me. You shoot me in the heart, son." John cried as Sam cocked the Colt and aimed it at John's chest. "Do it, now!"

"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean disagreed.

"You 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!" John yelled as he gritted his teeth together trying to hold the demon in.

"Sam, no." Dean cried.

"You do this! Sammy! Sam." John wept and screamed as black smoke flew out of his mouth and disappeared into the floor.


You gently supported Dean out to the Impala and into the backseat with you while Sam helped John in the car next to him while he drove you guys to the closest hospital. Dean just leaned his body against the door while you sat right next to him and kept an eye on his wounds. "Look, just hold on, all right? The hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam stated as he drove as fast as he could.

"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it?" John asked Sam. "I thought we saw eye to eye on this. Killing this demon comes first. Before me, before everything."

"No, sir. Not before everything." Sam denied as he looked at you and Dean in the rear view mirror. You gave him a smile so you could remain strong for him and Dean. "Look...we still got the Colt. We still have two bullets left. We should start over, all right?" Suddenly something caught your attention in the corner of your eye. You noticed a bright light coming towards you guys from the right side of the car.

"Sam! Sam!" You shouted but it was too late.

"I mean, we already found the demon once-" Sam went on just as a semi truck rammed into the side of the Impala. Just before the impact you covered Dean with your body to protect him the best you could as you felt something pierce through your lower back and out through your stomach. Thankfully you were able to protect Dean from most of the damage. You watched as blood poured out of your wound before you felt unconscious...