Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season two now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

16. Season 1, Episode 16, Shadow

Shadow

Pulled up on a busy street, getting distracted by sirens, I am still giggling about the uniforms Sam and Dean are wearing. Sam had gotten them from a store a few hours back, and Dean is very unhappy about that. Sam has even fixed a little case, to go with the whole act of them being two inspectors for an alarm company, and could at the same time conveniently hide the stuff they'd need to investigate the place. We were now in Chicago, Illinois, investigating a possible case. Sam had found the article in the papers two days ago. A girl had been murdered under mysterious circumstances, the second one in two months. We'd spend the last two days driving up here and I was glad we'd finally reached our destination. I hadn't spent this long in a car with my brothers without having anything else to do then being a part of this next hunt before. Normally I'd be studying profusely for at least half of the time and could shut myself off from all their bickering and creative ways to get more money. Now, after listening through my whole playlist first, I'd started begging them for more driving and shooting lessons. I had the time now, this was the perfect moment to do some more serious training. And even though Dean was still in awe of how I'd been able to fight that man and floor him on our last case a week ago, he was denying my requests a lot. Complaining he had better things to do then just 'train' me. Sam had taken me out to practice a few nights, when Dean had been hustling pool, but it wasn't enough. Not for me. And we'd already discussed that my brothers were going to get the first information for this case in those funky uniforms and that I would stay back. Three people from the same alarm company would be way too suspicious and I had to agree with that. At first there'd been a discussion, I had tried to convince them to let me tag along with one of them. But, when Sam had gone to get the uniforms to look the part, there had been none in my size and the decision had been made for me. I'd been salty for a few hours, but had dropped that by now. They'd changed into those uniforms half an hour ago and I was way too busy giggling about it, to still be salty.

"Alright, Dean, this is the place." Sam points to the building just across from our parked space. "You know, I've gotta say, dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes." Dean tells him, with the emphasize on the word stupid. "I feel like a high school drama dork." He adds in irritation, fueled by my renewed giggling. Having said that, he smiles and turns around in his seat to fully glance at Sam. "What was that play that you did, uh, what was it- Our Town, yeah." With raised eyebrows I watch Sam glance at him with a huff. "You were good, it was cute." Dean continuous to tease and Sam rolls his eyes. "You wanna pull this off or not?" He asks with a sigh. "I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean tells him, irritation now back on his face. I scoff, glancing out the window. "Can hardly call that 'hard-earned', Dean." I point out to him. "What, you think credit card fraud is easy?" Dean turns to me with raised eyebrows and I let out another giggle. "I can hardly take you serious in your costume." I say with a cheeky wink and Dean groans, opening the car door and getting out. "We'll be right back, little miss sunshine." He teases and flashes me a grin, before shutting the door. "Yeah, whatever." I mutter, watching Sam exit the car.

Both of them make their way across the street and are out of sight in seconds. With a sigh I lean back in my seat and close my eyes for a second. I'm exhausted, even though I've slept fine since last week. I had kind of expected that my nightmares would have come back after our last case, but they hadn't. I, however, was waking up a few times every night with a restless feeling. Which was probably the reason for my exhaustion. The silence that was now all around me felt uneasy too and now I wished my bickering brothers were back in the car. At least they had been able to distract me from my own thoughts and worries. Every time I was alone, or surrounded by silence, my mind would go back to that terrible moment that the deputy shot and killed that old man right in front of me. The raging war inside of me, about if it had been justified or not, was still going on. Part of me felt like Kathleen had had the right to take that shot, after what happened to her brother. The other part of me thought it was terrible and somehow I couldn't get that old man's manic laughter out of my head. Or the loud bang that had followed, as I'd cowardly stared at the floor. And the biggest part of me felt really bad about not stopping her. Not doing more to stop what she did from happening.

With another big sigh I reach for my headphones. I'd rather listen to my playlist again, then be alone with my thoughts.

It didn't take long for my brothers to return with the information to start us off on this case. Dean, really glad he could pull off his overall, does that first, while Sam enters the car and gives me a smile as a greeting. "So, what have you found out?" I ask him, pulling my headphones out of my ears happily. "Well, the landlady found the body a few days after she'd been killed. People had noticed she wasn't showing up to work and she'd gone to look. Everything had been locked, all the windows and even the door had been bolted. Alarm had still been blaring when she entered the apartment." He sums up for me. "Hmm, that's strange indeed." I conclude, leaning forward in my seat. "What's even more strange, is how everything was still where it should be and undamaged, except for that poor woman." Dean enters the car in his leather jacket, joining our conversation. "No signs of any struggle?" I ask him in surprise and he shakes his head. "None. However, the landlady said that Meredith was in pieces all over the apartment, blood everywhere. She even would have thought a wild animal did it, had it not happened inside an apartment." He explains, glancing at Sam. "Okay, so did you find anything else?" I press for more information and Sam nods. "Yeah, EMF meter went nuts in there. And Dean forgot to mention that apparently, Meredith's hart was missing." Sam throws an accusing look at Dean, who holds his hands up in the air defensively. "I was busy discovering something else, okay?" He grins widely and I resist the urge to gag. "Ew." I tell him and his grin disappears. "Anyhow, yes, her heart was missing and the whole scene looked like an animal attack according to the land lady. It couldn't have been a werewolf, but something about the blood splatter on the carpet looked funny. So, with some tape I connected all the dots and it got us some kind of symbol." Dean changes the subject expertly and I raise my eyebrows. "What made you think of doing that?" I ask, genuinely intrigued. Dean shrugs, not sure how to answer that question. "Well, we do now have a new heading. We need to figure out what else we can find in the area." Sam reaches for the article that's still on the dashboard. "I know just the place." Dean chuckles, starting the impala back up. "Ah, please not another bar." I complain loudly, already knowing where this is going. "Ah, don't complain. It's dinner time, I'll get you a nice burger and Sammy here can teach you how to play pool. Sound like a plan?" He grins widely, glancing from Sam to me. "Alright!" He drives off with the same enthusiasm, ignoring both our glares.

Dean keeps his promise and gets me a nice burger, once we've found a bar. He drops Sam off at the local library first and I gladly let him do that one alone. There's enough distraction in the bar, from loud blaring music to other people having dinner and chatting loudly with each other. Dean disappears to the bar, where a very attractive waitress catches his attention. I divert my eyes, having no desire to watch my brother flirt. I've seen him do that too many times already.

Sam comes back when I'm almost done with my food. "How can you eat that all?" He asks me, almost looking impressed, as I finish the last bite. "What?" I ask him, mouth full of meat and bread. "Ew." Is all Sam says back, sitting down across from me, his eyes diverting to dad's journal. He took it with him from the car and has clearly been spitting through it. "Found anything yet?" I ask him when I've swallowed my bite, pushing my empty plate away from me. "Not in here." Sam shakes his head, glancing at the journal. "And the article?" I point to the piece of paper he's been carrying around for days now. Sam grabs it and opens his mouth, but Dean comes back and interrupts him. "Talked to the bartender." He announces, sitting down next to me. "Did you get anything?" Sam asks without looking up from the article. "Anything besides her number?" I add sarcastically and Dean raises his eyebrows. "Hey, I'm a professional! I'm offended that you guys would even think that…" He starts, but Sam glances at him knowingly and he gives in. "Alright, yeah." He smiles widely and shows the piece of paper that she wrote her number on for him. "What do they see in you?" I mutter, astonished. Sam's getting annoyed. "You mind doing a little thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" He asks in irritation. "Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here and she waited tables. Everyone here was her friend, everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so…" He sums up what he apparently did find out. "What about that symbol, did you find anything?" He asks, eying dad's journal. "No, nothing. It wasn't in dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess." As Sam answers, Dean's attention goes back to the waitress' number and he hardly seems to be listening anymore.

"How? What else is there?" I ask Sam, curious as to what other methods there are to find stuff out that seems to be unfindable. Sam wants to answer, but Dean seems to remember something. "Wait, there was that other victim, right? Before Meredith?" He asks. "Uh, yeah. His name was uh…" Sam grabs the paper with the article, scanning through it. "His name was Ben Swardstrom." He reads from the other article in there, handing it over to Dean. "Last month, he was found mutilated in his townhouse. Same deal, door was locked, alarm was on…" Dean frowns. "Was there any connection between the two of 'm?" He asks as his eyes scan the article Sam just gave him. I lean closer to him to have a look myself. "Not that I can tell, no. Well, 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 glances from article to article, clearly stumped at what this could be. "Okay, so let me get this straight. The only real information we got right now is that bartenders phone number?" I sarcastically conclude and Dean grins at me, holding up that stupid piece of paper.

Sam doesn't react to my comment and stares behind me at something. His face confused. "What?" Dean and I ask him in unison, turning around. All I see are other people at tables, having drinks. Sam doesn't answer both of us and simply stands up, walking away to something he's seen that's behind us. "Sam?" Dean calls after him, but he doesn't react. "Where the hell is he going?" I ask in surprise. Dean shrugs. We both keep looking at how he walks towards a table further in the back, where a girl with short, blonde hair is sitting. When she turns around to him, a smile appears on her face and she greets him like they know each other. She then stands and before I know it, they're hugging. "Who the hell is that?" I repeat, flabbergasted. Dean's mouth is also open in surprise as he gawks at what he's seeing. "Hang on." He states and I watch him get up to go and look for himself what's happening there. I patiently wait at the table, very curious myself. Dean knows girls from all over, if he suddenly saw someone I wouldn't be surprised at all. But Sam..?

The conversation continuous and I watch the girl happily speak to Sam, until Dean approaches. Sam introduces him to her awkwardly and her mouth seems to fall open. She no longer looks friendly, but a little cold as she speaks to him. My curiosities get the better of me and I decide I need to go see for myself what's happening over there. I hop off my chair and hurry towards my brothers. As I approach the conversation, I can hear her finishing a rather rude sentence. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over god's green earth!" Dean seems at a loss for words. "Meg…it's alright" Sam stops her. Dean's face is filled with irritation, though. "Sam, who is this?" I introduce myself to the conversation, taking my place next to him. "Oh, Meg, this is Skye." Sam instantly smiles and nods at her. Her eyes start to twinkle and she now looks at me, no longer cold or unfriendly. "There is the famous little sister, I was wondering if you brought her along!" Meg seems excited and sticks out a hand to me. "Hi, I'm Meg. Lovely to meet you." I shake her hand with a smile, thankful she's not rude towards me. Dean whistles, clearly not happy with the situation. "Okay, awkward. Well, I'm gonna get a drink now…" He eyes Sam angrily, before turning around and stalking away. I let out a sigh, I'm sure that's gonna lead to a conversation later. Sam seems to realize that as well, he awkwardly stares after Dean. "Not to uh, to be nosy, but who are you?" I'm still not sure where Sam's supposed to know Meg from. Sam quickly scrapes his throat, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. "This is Meg, the girl I met when I was at the bus stop trying to find dad." He then explains and all of a sudden I realize why Meg was so cold to Dean just now. That was right after the big fight they had and Sam walked away to go on his own way. I'm sure Sam vented to Meg about it when he met her and she still seems to think that's their relationship. "Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, the way you told me he treats you… if it were me, I'd kill him." Meg explains to Sam and I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach. That's kind of weird way to apologize and also a weird thing to say. "It's alright. He means well." Sam tells her softly. "What the hell did you say to her?" I question him slowly and he awkwardly glances down at me. "I was just angry." He explains shortly, clearly not wanting to elaborate right now. Meg seems to notice the tension and changes the subject. "Well, we should hook up later in town!" She suggests to Sam. "Yeah." Sam nods at her. "I could show you a hell of a good time…" Meg smirks at him and something about the look on her face is off. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I don't think I like her. "Yeah, that sounds great. Why don't you, uh, why don't you give me your number?" Sam fumbles in his pockets for his phone and I see that as my cue to leave. "Well, see you later." I force a smile at Meg and abruptly turn around to go back to Dean. He's standing at the bar, his face stoic and jaws clenched. "You ready to go?" He asks me, once I have reached him, and I nod. "Yeah, it's getting quite late anyways." I agree. Both of us wait for Sam to come back and then we walk out of the bar.

"Who the hell was she?" Dean asks Sam abruptly as we exit, the cold evening air cooling me down instantly. I hadn't even noticed I was quite hot. "I don't really know, I only met her once." Sam answers shortly and from the looks of it, he also can't really place the sudden meeting he just had with her. "Meeting up with her again… I don't know, man. It's weird." He continues as we cross the street. "She does seem a little strange." I add hesitantly, happy it wasn't just me who felt off about the whole thing. Dean's jaws clench. "And what was she saying, huh? I treat you like luggage? What, you bitching about me to some chick?" He then points out angrily and Sam lets out a heavy sigh. "Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had a huge fight, when I was in that bus stop in Indiana." Sam defends himself, arms raised in the air. Dean shakes his head disapprovingly. "But that's not important, just listen…" Sam can't finish his sentence, Dean's not done yet. "Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? Am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" He snaps, turning his body angrily towards Sam. "Dean." I groan, so not ready for another fight. "You don't get an opinion on this, Skye. She was more than happy to meet you, the cute little sister who apparently can't do no wrong!" Dean turns his angry eyes to me and I wisely stay silent after that. He is right, Sam didn't seem to have said anything bad about me. "No, of course it's not true, Dean! Now, will you listen?" Sam continues to defend himself and stops on the sidewalk, throwing a frustrated glare at Dean. "What?" Dean snaps, turning around to him. "I think there is something strange going on here, Dean." Sam repeats, trying to once again confess the weird feeling he got from this meet up. "I agree, it felt weird to me too." I nod my head, showing him my support for what it's worth. "Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me…" Dean mutters, his voice a little less angry. "No, man. I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead." Sam explains patiently. "Why do you say that?" Dean asks him in surprise. "I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road and now I run into her at some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?" Sam states the facts, but Dean doesn't seem convinced yet. "I don't know, random coincidence. It happens." He shrugs. "Well yeah, it happens. But not to us." Sam argues and he glances at me. "What're you looking at her for?" Dean scoffs at him. "She felt it too, Dean. She felt my feelings of something before." Sam states drily and I instantly know what he means. "Well, I just got a very strange vibe from her. It didn't feel like this was a coincidence." I tell Sam what I'm thinking and he nods at me. Dean seems very unhappy with my opinion, but doesn't interfere. "Look, I could be wrong, but I'm just saying there is something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on." Sam tells Dean, who smirks. "Oh, I bet you'd like to." He teases. "I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you got a thing for her, huh? Maybe you're thinking a little too much with the upstairs brain, huh?" Dean continues with a knowing grin, pointing his finger at his head. Sam's smiling in an exasperated way, shaking his head. "Ew." I once again cry out. Sam rolls his eyes. "Do me a favor, check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts. And see if you can't dig anything up on that symbol on Meredith's floor." He tells him and Dean rolls his eyes. "What are you gonna do?" I ask Sam curiously. "I'm gonna watch Meg." He tells me, his tone serious. Dean scoffs with a laugh. "Yeah, you are." He shakes his head and even I can't stop a smile breaking through on my face. "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry." Sam argues, still serious. "All right, you little pervert." Dean chuckles and clamps a hand on my shoulder. "Dude!" Sam exclaims and I laugh at the look on his face. "We're goin, we're goin." Dean cries out, reaching in his pockets and throwing Sam the keys to the car. "Be careful!" I yell at Sam, before hurrying along with Dean, going north on the sidewalk.

I have no clue how Sam's gonna do this, but he'll figure it out. Dean walks with me to the local library, that's somehow still open at nine p.m. and I wait in the seating area, warming up a little. It started raining a minute ago and I do not like the feeling of my wet hair sticking to my face. Dean comes back a little while later and checks out more books on symbols. I hardly believe he actually signed them up and is gonna bring them back, but wisely keep my mouth shut. When he comes back, we walk around for a few blocks in search of another motel room. Dean denies another request to go out shooting first, claiming that doing research is more important right now and that Sam has the weapons anyways. It is a first that he claims research is more important, but I agree with a deep sigh. Without weapons, there's not much to shoot.

Dean checks us into the motel and dives behind Sam's laptop at the table, the laptop that he did bring from the car. He claims that I need to go through the books, since I know how to study and I gladly join him at the table. We sit there, reading and searching in silence. Dean focused on Sam's request about Meg, me trying to find a symbol. Dean drew it for me on a piece of paper, so I know what to look for.

It takes me a full hour, skimming through books, before I do find it. "Dean, I got something!" I point to the book and he looks at me curiously. He takes his time to read through the information, but both of us are stumped at what it's supposed to mean. Dean scans through dad's journal, but there's nothing in there either. He finally decides to call dad's friend, Caleb. I remember Caleb, dad used to work a lot of cases with him and he knows a lot of things. I don't know how, I just knows he does. Caleb is indeed able to tell Dean what we found in the book and right after that, Dean dials Sam's number. "Let me guess, you're lurking outside that poor girls appartement, aren't you?" He teases after Sam picked up. He stays silent, before grinning. "You got a funny way of showing your affection." He states drily. I motion for him to put the phone on speaker and hear Sam ask in irritation if he found anything yet. "Sorry man, she checks out. There's a Meg 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 wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me laugh. Sam ignores his big brother's comments and asks about the symbol. That's where I come in. "Yeah, I found something on that. It seems to be Zoroastrian, whatever that is. Looks very old and very weird, it says here it's from about two thousand years before Christ. It is a sigil for a Daeva." I tell him what I found in the book. "What is a Daeva?" Sam asks, clearly just as clueless as Dean and me were before we spoke to Caleb. "It translates to 'demon of darkness', I believe. Zoroastrian demons, and they're really, really bad. Behave like wild animals, which was why that landlady thought of a wild animal when she found the body." I repeat to Sam what Caleb just told us. "Sort of like a demonic Pitbull." Dean concludes with an approving nod to me. "How did you find that out?" Sam asks in surprise, sounding almost impressed. "Give me some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasin' around here." Dean mutters. "Oh yeah, name the last book you read." Sam chuckles through the phone, full on calling Dean on his bullshit. "He called dad's friend, Caleb." I rat him out instantly, ignoring Dean's bitchy look. "Yeah, he told us, alright?" Dean confesses now the cats out the bag. "Anyway, here's the thing. These Daeva's, they have to be summoned. Conjured." Dean gives Sam the last of the important information we found out. "So someone's controlling it." Sam concludes. "Looks like it, yeah." I confirm. "Yeah, and from what I gather, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds 'm. And uh, the arms and torso's." Dean adds those gruesome details and I wonder who would ever be crazy enough to summon a thing like that. "So what do they look like?" Is Sam's next question. "Well, nobody knows. I mean, nobody has seen 'm for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we got a major player in town." It stays silent on the phone after that, Sam's clearly thinking it over. "Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Dean's back to teasing. "Bite me." Comes Sam's irritated huff. "No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though…" Dean continues in a way more serious tone and my whole face scrunches up in disgust. Sam's had enough and interrupts him. "You really shouldn't say that stuff in front of her." He says disapprovingly, before abruptly hanging up. "Sam? Are you-?" Dean sighs, but smacks the phone down.

When I announce that I'll go for a last run before diving into one of the beds, Dean instantly protests, going on about the Daeva and the two murders and that going out by myself is basically asking for it to come and get me. I argue back that it has to be summoned, so that only if the person who's summoning it has a vendetta against me, it will come get me. Dean doesn't back down and after a lot of bickering and going back and forth, I challenge him to come with me. That has him laughing for a few minutes, claiming that 'running' is the stupidest thing on the planet and that there's no way in hell he'll ever voluntarily do it. I wait patiently for him to be done laughing and then blatantly point out that it's healthy and helps keep me fit for when I'm done with high school and become a hunter and that throws us into a whole other discussion. One we've had about a million times and seems to return every few weeks or so. After that's done and I'm highly irritated, I no longer have the desire to go running and actually just want to go to bed. Dean lets me, seeming highly satisfied with himself.

I sleep uneasy once again. I wake up around three a.m. and search for the bathroom with Dean's snoring accompanying me. Sam's not back yet and I doubt he'll come back until the morning. When I wake up the second time, it's very early in the morning. Dean's no longer snoring, but by the looks of it he did have a wrestling match in his dreams. He's on the other side of the bed, tangled in all the sheets. I move to the tiny kitchen to get myself a glass of water and try to drink it through my heavy yawning. I manage to fall into a restless sleep after that, but deep enough to not get woken up by Dean in the morning. Cause when I do get up, he's already at the table again, dressed and showered. He's sipping coffee and staring at a lot of documents scattered in front of him. Sam doesn't seem to be back yet.

"Where did those come from?" I ask him sleepily as I sit up in my bed, rubbing my eyes. "Huh?" He absentmindedly hums at me, not looking up. "I said, where did those come from?" I repeat, debating whether I want to get out of bed or not. Sam's not back yet anyways. "Oh, uh, Amy sent them over." Is his vague answer. "Amy?" I question, wondering if that's the girl he met at the bar yesterday or the police officer of this case he had a 'moment' with the night before we arrived in Illinois. "The police friend." Dean confirms and I nod. "Why?" I then question, still confused. "What?" Dean looks up, clearly annoyed I keep interrupting him. "Why did she sent that stuff over? What is it, anyways?" I get up to walk towards him. "Oh, the full police reports from the crime." He answers me, his eyes falling back on the documents. He looks a little uneasy. "Anything we missed?" I ask, getting irritated at how short and confusing his answers are. "No, not really… not about the crime scenes anyways." He mutters absentmindedly. "Is there something else?" I ask as I grab a cup from the cabinet and fill it with water. "Not sure…" Dean stays very vague and I give up. "Alright, then don't tell me." I snap, gulping down the water and then entering the bathroom to take a little care of myself.

I've showered and dressed myself and just exit the bathroom, combing through my damp hair, when Sam barges into the motel room. He's wearing the exact same clothes as yesterday, looks kind of disheveled and disoriented and is clearly out of breath. Dean jumps from the table when Sam enters, face focused. "Dude, I gotta to talk to you." They tell each other in unison, urgency in both their voices. "Okay, what the hell?" I exclaim, not understanding the sudden urgency at all. Sam goes first, telling me and Dean exactly what he found out last night when he was watching Meg. Apparently, deep into the night, she got out of her apartment and walked towards a different part of town where she entered what seemed like an abandoned building. Sam saw her talk to something, saying some very weird shit to seemingly nobody in the room and then leave again. Sam had gone up to look what was in there and had found all sorts of stuff pointing to a ritual, a summoning. Bones, goblets with blood, candles. You name it, it was there, which can only mean one thing. "So, hot, little Meg is summoning the Daeva." Dean concludes, staring at Sam. "Looks like she was using that black alter to control the thing." Sam nods, following Dean's pacing with his eyes. I'm sitting at the table, my ears ringing from all the information he just dropped on us. "Well, we were right about this not feeling good." I mutter, eying Sam. "So Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean looks at Sam, almost disapprovingly, pacing back towards the table. Sam heaves his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. "So, uh, what was she doing with that bowl again?" I ask Sam, not sure if I heard him right the first time. "She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone." He repeats what he told us before, confusing me even more. "With who, with the Daeva?" Dean asks him, sounding just as confused as I'm feeling. "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 explains, his face unsure. Dean stares from him to the documents on the table and something seems to dawn on him. He stalks towards me and sits down on the opposite side of the table, reaching for the documents. He opens one, his eyes scanning through it. Then, he closes it and looks at Sam with wide eyes. "Holy crap." He gasps. "What?" Sam and I ask in unison, an uneasy feeling once again entering in my stomach. "Well, what I was gonna tell you earlier. I uh, I pulled a favor with my uh, my friend Amy from the police department. The complete records of the two victims, we missed something the first time." Dean explains, his voice very serious. "What did we miss?" I ask him and Sam's eyes are also expectantly on his brother. He rushes towards the table to look at the documents. "The uh, the first victim, the old man? Spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean points to something on the map that I can't see. Sam can and his eyes grow wide. "What?" I ask, quickly rising out of my seat to also look. "Lawrence, Kansas." Sam repeats what he just read in a whisper. I slowly sit back down, very surprised at that. That's our hometown.

"Mm-mm. And Meredith, the second victim?" Dean continues, grabbing the other pile of documents and ruffling through them until he finds what he was looking for. "Turns out she was adopted, and guess where she's from…" Dean once again points to something on the paper and by the dazed look on Sam's face it can only mean one place. Lawrence, Kansas, our hometown. Sam sighs heavily, shaking his head and crouching down at the table. A tense silence follows that I'm not quite following yet. I do know that none of this is a coincidence, or random. "Okay, can someone…" I get interrupted by Sam, who lets out the same "holy crap" as Dean did earlier. "Yeah." Dean nods, still looking stunned. Then, both of them look at me. And slowly, my brain connects the dots. Meg, who we so randomly met here, talking to someone deep in the night through a bowl and a black alter. The two victims of our 'case' that both came from our hometown. The same hometown where my mother was tragically killed above my crib. Killed by a demon…

"Oh, no…" I stammer, eyes widening and fear entering my heart. Sam shortly shakes his head, glancing back at Dean. "I mean, it is where the demon killed mom. That's where everything started." He mutters. "But, can Meg really be tied to the demon that killed mom?" I don't want to know the answer, but need to ask. "I think it's a definite possibility." Dean tells me, face tense. "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these, these Daeva things fit in?" Sam argues, still looking very confused. "Beats me. But I say we trash that black alter, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean suggests, not sounding 'friendly' at all. "No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We need to see who, or what, is showing up to meet her." Sam protests, before his eyes nervously flash at me. I don't really know what to say, somehow this all sounds very bad. Dean ignores it. "I'll tell you one thing, I don't think we should do this alone…" He states, eyes darkening as he looks at Sam. "What, you wanna call dad?" I huff sarcastically. That man didn't even show up when his own son was dying. "Oh, I think that the second he finds out the demon that killed mom might be here, he'll come running." Dean explains to me with a knowing look, reaching for his phone. "Yeah, we should try to call him." Sam agrees after a little silence. He doesn't look like he's very happy about it, though. "But, hold on…do you actually think Meg could be talking to the demon. The demon that killed our mother. As in, here in this town?" I ask, rubbing my hands across my arms nervously. It still sounds very unbelievable. "It's either coming, or already here." Dean answers me shortly and his confidence makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand right up.

"Okay, you call dad, I'll go grab whatever I can from the impala. And you…" Sam turns to me, raising his finger. "You need to start thinking of one hell of a story as to why you're here, cause you are not supposed to know nothin'." He's off before I can even react to it, barging out the door. "You heard him." Dean flatly repeats to me, before dialing dad's number, standing up and pushing the phone to his ear. I'm left at the table, stunned and feeling very bad. I was already feeling very bad, but the notion of dad makes it worse. Everything will instantly become different, once he does come here to meet up with us and it's making me very nervous. How do you act like you don't know nothin? When he left without a trace, all those months ago, he left a 'little girl', who was still in the dark about everything, behind. I had changed so much since then, even though it's not that long ago. I can't just 'undo' that.

Dean gets dad's voicemail and just starts talking. "We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed mom, so uh… This warehouse, it's fourteen thirty five West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." With that, he hangs up the phone. Sam has come back with the duffle bag and is looking at Dean with an odd look on his face. "Voicemail?" He asks as he walks over to the beds, dropping the duffle bag on it. "Yeah." Dean mutters, before turning around. "Jeez, what did you get?" He then asks, impressed by what Sam was able to carry into the motel room. Sam, who's rubbing his shoulder, lets out a laugh. "Heh, I ransacked that trunk." He informs Dean. Both of them look down at the pile that's now on the bed. "Holy water, everything that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions…" Sam starts to sum up what he grabbed as Dean goes through the duffle bag. I slowly stand up from my place still at the table and walk towards them. "I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?" Sam mutters, slowly glancing up at Dean. Dean nods slowly, looking back at all the stuff. "With we, you mean the two of you. Right?" I'm not afraid to ask, knowing full well I'm not going with them on this part of the hunt. Hell, I wouldn't even want to. They might be up against the demon that killed our mother, which scares the living daylight out of me. Plus, I would only be a burden. I would only be a loose end that could get caught up in this and screw everything up. I know that.

Dean gives me a look as if I'm crazy and doesn't even answer, grabbing a gun from the bag and checking to see if it's working. Sam also looks at me, but his face is filled with fright for a second. "Honey, if this thing gets a hold of you…" He isn't able to finish that sentence and Dean abruptly throws the gun back on the bed. "That thing is not coming near you, do you hear me. Not for a second, not a chance." He breathes out angrily. "Hell, what's stopping me from putting you on a plane to the other side of the country?" It was meant as a slight joke, but none of us are laughing. "You even being here is a risk that I was never supposed to take." He then mutters, his angry facade falling apart just for a second and he looks lost. "I know." I simply reply to him, sitting down on the other bed and not saying another word. Sam grabs some bullets that he sees, throwing them to Dean so he can load up the gun he was just inspecting. Silence rises in the air. It's tense and I hate it.

"Big night." Dean then mutters, not knowing what else to say. "Yeah, you nervous?" Sam eyes him warily and Dean gives him a short shake of his head. "Nah, no. What, are you?" Sam has the same reaction. "No. No way." He replies with a shake of his head. "Both of you are idiots." I mutter softly, letting myself fall back on the bed. Both of them ignore me and maybe that's for the best. Admitting they are nervous right now might not do them any good. It also doesn't do me any good.

"God, can you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam speaks out after a few more minutes of silence. "Huh, let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean points out to him and it almost sounds like a warning. "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." Sam continues, looking dreamily into the distance. "Go back to school, just- be a person again." He finishes and that catches both Dean and my attention. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks him, sounding skeptical. "Yeah, once we're done hunting the thing." Sam answers like it's the most logical thing in the world. Dean glances at me swiftly, before letting out a 'huh'. I wisely stay silent. "Why, is there something wrong with that?" Sam seems to see Dean's judgement on his face. "No, no, that's great. Good for you." Dean lies to him and he's not doing a good job of hiding his real feelings. Sam's taken aback by that. He turns around and looks at me questionably, but I just shrug. "I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam asks Dean hesitantly. "It's never gonna be 'over'. There's gonna be others, there's always gonna be something to hunt." Dean states drily, not looking at Sam. "But, there has got to be something that you want for yourself?" Sam keeps pressing on and Dean snaps. "Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing is over, Sam." He spits out angrily, turning around. I quickly sit up on the bed, the tension in the air rising. "What's your problem?" Sam asks, flabbergasted by Dean's sudden outburst and clearly missing the point. "Guys…" I slowly mutter, standing up. I feel terrible as I look at them and can't shake that feeling off. Every time this damn demon comes into our view, family drama happens and I hate it. I get ignored and Dean sighs heavily, leaning on the cabinet. His back still to Sam and me. He then huffs, glancing back. "Why do you think I drag you everywhere, huh? Why do you think I took Skye and came to get you?" His voice is fragile and I realize in shock that I've never heard him talk like this before. "Because you wouldn't leave her and wanted to find dad? Cause he was in trouble… cause you wanted to find the thing that killed mom?" Sam's posture has changed now Dean's opening up and he's guessing. "Dean…" I don't really know what to say, but try anyways. Dean inhales deeply. "Yes, that, but it's more than that, man…" He leans forward, seeming to really struggle with something. "You and me…" He then starts, now fully turning around. "And her at the center." He points a finger at me. "And dad. Man, I want us to- to be together again." He looks at Sam hopefully and its breaking my heart. Sam's listening to him in silence, a bitter sweet look on his face. "I want us to be a family again." Dean tries again and Sam reaches for me, wrapping an arm around me. "Dean, we are a family." He tells him, nodding his head towards me. "Of course we are." I whisper softly, a lump in my throat. "I'd do anything for you, and for her." Sam continues with a shake of his head. "But, things will never be the way they were before." He glances down, his tone still soft. Dean swallows, leaning his head to the side. "Could be." He then says. Sam nods in understanding, but releases me. "I don't want them to be." He confesses honestly. "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." I let out a sharp breath as I hear Sam say what I was afraid he would say. A sadness enters my heart, but I try to push it back down. I always kind of knew Sam was gonna leave again, but hearing him say it makes it real. Dean, who had been staring at the floor as he listened to Sam, now looks up to him with clenched jaws. The two keep looking at each other and there's so many unsaid and pushed back emotion that its almost driving me crazy. "Gah, Jesus…" I let out softly, shaking my head. "No worries, pup. You're always gonna have me." Dean straightens up and right there his moment of being open and fragile ends. The same tough look as before is back in his eyes and he even flashes me a forced smile. "Wait, that doesn't mean…" Sam quickly tries to interfere, but Dean won't let him. "Alright, I'll go get us some lunch. Man, time's going by fast and we need the energy. Be right back." He's out the door before I can blink and I sadly let him go. Sam lets out a deep sigh, before turning around to me. "That doesn't mean that I'm leaving you." He finishes what he wanted to say to Dean, remorse filling his eyes. "I know." I shortly answer him, wrapping my arms around myself. "What am I gonna do if tonight goes south?" I then ask him. That has been on my mind since it became clear we're possibly dealing with the demon dad's been chasing almost as long as I'm alive. "What?" Sam doesn't follow for a second. "What am I going to do if you do find that demon and it- it gets to you?" I'm almost not able to repeat my question, the lump in my throat still burning. It hurts to swallow. "It's not, okay? Dad will show up, we'll destroy this thing and we'll be back to you before morning." Sam promises me, sounding way to confident for my liking. "If dad even shows up…" I mutter skeptically.

Dean comes back about an hour later and neither Sam nor me ask him why it took so long to get a few sandwiches. We eat in silence. I'm barely able to get the food in me, but push through for Dean's sake.

It feels like years go by, before evening falls and my brothers get ready to leave. The tension in our motel room never dies down and it's been exhausting. However, when the moment does arrive, it's not any better then I'd tried to convince myself it would be. Dean doesn't say much to me, he just places a swift kiss on my forehead and then hands me a gun. It's the first time he actively hands me a gun while he himself is leaving. He tells me it's meant as extra precaution and that I may only shoot if I'm in danger, before stalking out. Jaws clenched, determination in his eyes. Sam awkwardly ruffles my hair and winks at me when I tell him to please be careful. I want to scream at them to come back to me. To abandon mission and stay away, so we can flee this town together. It's not gonna happen and with a heavy feeling I watch from the window as the impala drives away. The darkness outside feels thick and threatening, so right after they're gone I close all the curtains. I anxiously look at the clock and start pacing around, trying to take my mind off the situation. Then, I decide I need to distract myself from all the horror scenario's my head is coming up with and drop down on the couch, switching on the TV. I find an episode of 'Friends' on one of the crappy channels and try to settle down, focusing on it as hard as I can.

It's about an hour later, when the TV flickers. It's just a short glitch, but it does happen and throws me off guard. I glance around me, but don't see anything strange in the dimly lit motel room. I write it off as an actual glitch, the TV old enough for that to be possible. A few seconds later, the TV glitches again and this time my whole body fills itself with uneasiness. I slowly sit up, my eyes scanning the room around me. The light on the table next to me flickers. As silently as I can, I stand up from my place on the couch and reach for the gun Dean left me. It's on the salon table right next to me. I try to steady my hands as I hold it in front of me, searching for whatever it is that's messing up the electricity in the room. Something is here, I'm sure of it.

I don't see any movement yet and take a few silent steps away from the couch. Suddenly, all the lights that were on in the room start flickering, and then go out. All at once. Goosebumps appear on my whole body and I let out a shaking breath, fear gripping at my stomach. I hear something, it's coming from the door. Everything in me wants to run, wants to go hide somewhere, but I need to see what's here. I can't do anything if I don't know what it is. With two large steps, I make my way past the wall that is blocking my view. The front door of the motel room comes in my view and with a gasp I see that it's slightly open. Standing ajar, a stream of light coming from the hall outside. With shaking hands, I point my gun right at the door. I can see a silhouette standing there, its shadow showing me two feet right under the door. "W-Whoever you a-are, I-I'm armed!" I yell out, the sound of my own voice scaring me. I hear a soft giggle, a woman's voice and the door opens further with loud creaks. A woman with short blond hair and an evil look on her face steps inside the room and in shock I realize it's Meg. The Meg my brothers just left to go after and capture. "Hi, Skye." She puts her hand up and waves at me, before glancing at the gun in my hand. "Well, it's good to see that Dean didn't just leave you here, defenseless." She adds with a scoff, taking a few more steps inside. I dash back until I feel my back hit the wall. "What are you doing here?" I hiss at her, knowing full well why she's here. It's all clicking in my brain, now she's standing in front of me. This was a trap and we all fell into it with wide open eyes. "I came to see you, dummy." Meg giggles again and I feel nothing but terror coursing through my veins. "I waited, of course, till those brothers of yours were gone. Can't have them interfering with my little plan." She continuous to tell me what she came here for and the look in her eyes is one of pure evil. "What makes you t-think I won't shoot you?" I try to sound as threatening as I can. She laughs. "Honey, you're a sixteen year old girl, you've only just started learning how to shoot a gun. Sam told me all about you when I met him in that bus stop." She tells me and in terror I realize there's nothing I can do against her. She knows who I am. She's not a brainless monster that I can try to shoot. "It's a good thing to, that Sam told me dotingly about his little sister and how he was torn between giving her what she wants and keeping her safe. If I have you, everyone comes running blindly, exactly like I want them to." Meg takes another step forward, an evil smile on her face. She's looking at me like I'm her prey, and I am. She's right. If she has me, neither of my brothers will be able to think straight and come bolting for me without a second thought. Setting up the perfect trap.

Without thinking about it, I pull the trigger. It's clear I'm still in practice, the bullet doesn't hit her, but it does make a lot of noise. "HELP!" I start to scream in panic, trying to make as much noise as I can. Meg, startled by the sudden noise, acts quickly. She dashes towards me and I shoot again. She dodges the bullet easily and before I know it, she has reached me. She punches the gun straight out of my hands. Adrenaline kicks in and I try to do everything I can to harm her. I yell, scratch, bite, try to throw punches. She manages to grab a fistful of hair and yanks my head back so hard tears spring into my eyes. "Shut your damn mouth, you little bitch." She hisses in my ear and clamps one of her hands over my mouth. In pure panic I try to pry it off, but she grabs my wrist and twists it behind my back, almost breaking it. My cries and screams can no longer be heard and my knees buckle under her weight. I crash to the ground. She lets me fall, reaching behind her for the gun. The gun Dean gave me in case I had to defend myself. She gets a hold of it and points it right between my eyes. "Shut your mouth." She warms me, pushing the gun forward. The cold metal presses against my forehead and my body slumps down, the fight is over. There's nothing more I can do and I'm very sure she'll kill me if she sees a reason. "O-okay…" I pant, my eyes never leaving the gun that's pointing at my own head. "Get up." She snarls, jumping back on her own two feet. And under gun point, I heave myself off the floor. My body is aching, my muscles protesting, but I push through it. Once I'm back on my feet, she motions towards the door. "Walk. And don't even think about running, I will shoot you." She orders. Swiftly, my eyes flash around in a last attempt to find something to help me escape. There's nothing, she got me.

I stumble towards the door and open it, entering the hall. I feel her right behind me, the gun poking in between my shoulder blades twice. "Go on, to the stairs." And like that, she and I make our way down and onto the cold, dark street. Meg points to the truck that's on the sidewalk a few feet away and grins at me. "You know how to drive, yet? Sammy didn't say anything about that…" She questions. I bite my lips, before shortly shaking my head. If she wants to take me, she can sure as hell do it herself. "Ah, whatever. Get in." She orders and I make my way to the truck, getting into the passenger's seat. With a sickening grin she tells me to put on my seatbelt and watches me do it. Then, she throws the door shut and makes her way around the car. For a second, I debate throwing myself out of the car to make a run for it, but my conscious reminds me I'd not make it very far before a bullet will pierce my skin. Meg takes place behind the wheel and starts the car, the gun in her left hand and still pointed at me. "No funny business, I will cut you up and serve you to your brothers on a silver platter." She warns me one last time, before starting the car and driving us away.

We arrive at the same warehouse Sam was talking about this morning. I see no Impala anywhere up or down the street, my brothers haven't arrived yet. I'm not sure what they're doing, but I'm slightly glad they don't have to see me get dragged in. Meg takes me all the way up to the upper floor and the area Sam described comes into my view. Looking like an old storage place, a few pieces of furniture still scattered around. And there, close to the windows, is the black alter Sam was talking about. I can see bones and golden bowls. And blood, lots of blood. And it's the last thing I see, before Meg slams the gun into my head from behind me and I collapse to the ground.

When I wake up, the first thing I notice next to a heavy headache, is that I can't move. My arms are secured behind my back and tied together by a coil of rope. Painfully tight, I can feel my wrists burning. When I try to move my legs, I can, which is a good thing. Meg only tied my arms together. It's dark around me, but my eyes quickly adjust and I realize I'm still in the warehouse. Still on the upper floor, sitting against a wooden cabinet all the way in the back. Out of the corner of my eyes, I can see Meg standing by the black alter. She's rummaging with the stuff that's on there, her face focused. Paying no attention to me. She doesn't have to, any movement I make hurts. My arms are already going stiff from the way they're tied behind my back and my groans and grunts of discomfort are being muffled by a piece of cloth covering my mouth. And no matter how hard I shake my head or try to bite it, I can't get it off. Which surprises me, in movies it always looked so easy to remove but now that I'm in that same position, it turns out it's not.

I hold my breath when Meg stops moving, her eyes solely on the black alter in front of her. She starts to softly chant what sounds like Latin, word after word after word. The air around me thickens and if I'm not mistaken, I can see shadows moving. Past the table, coming closer. For a second I'm terrified it might be that Daeva thing that I'm sure she's summoning, but then I see the shadow take shape and it starts to move away from me. Towards the other side of the room, where multiple wooden crates are stacked up against each other. I try to follow whatever is moving there and then I see Sam. He has his gun held up and is inching further back. Dean follows suit, their eyes focused on Meg, who hasn't stopped whispering that strange language that I sure as hell can't understand.

My brothers don't see me and to be fair, they're not looking. They have no clue I'm no longer safe in that motel room, waiting for them. They don't know I'm right here with them. I try to stay as still as I can, once again holding my breath. If they can keep their focus, they might pull this off. They're armed and ready. Once they see me, it's over.

"Guys…" Meg stops her weird whispering and suddenly speaks out loud. "Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" She continues, slowly turning around and looking right at the crates where my brothers are hiding behind. I can see their stumped and tense faces and curse Meg in my head. Of course she knew they were here, this was a trap after all.

"Why don't you come out? I have a surprise for you…" A smile comes through on Meg's face, that same evil grin she had on her face when she captured me. She patiently waits, while Dean slowly rises from his crouched position, gun still pointed directly at her. Both of them put a few steps forward, moving around the crates. Meg walks towards them with twinkling eyes. "Sam, I have to say this puts a real crimp in our relationship." She starts sarcastically. "Yeah, tell me about it." Sam angrily spits back at her, holding his shotgun steady in his hands. "So…" Dean speaks up and her eyes turn to him. "Where's your little Daeva friend?" He asks and Meg shrugs slightly. "Around." She answers slowly. "But, I might not need him after al tonight… Oh, and that shotgun's not gonna do much good." She tells him matter of factly. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. Shotgun's not for the demon." He snarls back at her, a determined grimace on his face as he looks right at her. "Not for the demon? But who else could it be for? I mean, you're not gonna shoot me when I have your little sister, right?" Meg lets out a delighted giggle at their confused and then fear-filled faces. She turns back around and slowly walks over to where I'm still on the floor. "She put up a fight, let me tell you. It was cute. But, you two should definitely train her better…" Meg challenges, grabbing my left arm. "SKYE!" I hear both my brothers call out to me in terror once they see me and Meg slowly starts to drag me towards the middle of the room. My wide eyes are focused on my brothers faces and I can see Dean's fury spitting from his eyes. "If you hurt one hair on her head…" He cries out, voice filled with venom. Meg laughs. "Oh, I already have… but, let me tell you this… I've ordered my little Daeva to focus all its energy on her, so if you shoot me, he will pounce." She tells them, letting me go once she's put me in the right spot. I tried my hardest not to cry when she was pulling my arm, the robe cutting into my wrists. I'm sure they're bleeding by now and my pounding headache isn't helping either. "What are you DOING, MEG? Why did you drag her into this, HUH?" Sam starts to yell at her, tearing his eyes away from me to stare at her, the shock still clear on his face. "Who's coming, who the hell are you waiting for?" He adds, his voice echoing through the room, giving me goosebumps. "You, Sam. I was waiting for you." Meg answers him slowly, her eyes darkening. I try to scream for my brothers, I try to warn them. I can see what's coming, they can't yet. It's a terrifying sight, the shadows all over the room start to move and the one close to Sam takes on a demonic form. And I have to watch helplessly as it attacks my brother, ploughing its claws into him and throwing him right off his feet. Tears spill out of my eyes as I watch the shadow move on to a shocked Dean, also ploughing into him, drawing a lot of blood. Dean flies through the air and collapses against a wooden cabinet. He's out cold, instantly. I whip my head around to Meg, screaming at her from the top of my longs. Screaming at her to stop, to call that thing off. Meg doesn't even react to the muffled noises coming out of me, she just watches with a look of excitement on his face. Sam's screams of pain make me throw my body back around in his direction and I can see the Daeva is leaving three large claw marks on his face, almost tearing it wide open. Never before have I been so scared. But, there's nothing I can do, but watch as my brother is also hit unconscious.

Meg takes her time tying Sam and Dean up around the larger poles in the middle. I cry as I watch it happen, once again trying and failing to undo my wrists from the robe. It's just too tight and nothing I do loosens it up. The rope simply keeps cutting into my wrists. Dean's the first to wake up after Meg tied them up and just sat down, waiting. Still with that crazy grin on her face. Dean, as soon as he regains consciousness, flashes his eyes frantically through the room. They fall on me and his jaws clench angrily. I have not been moved from my spot and I didn't have the energy to try and do it myself. He's not that far from me, though. There is no cloth in front of his mouth and once he's thrown Meg the most fuming look I've ever seen on him, he looks back at me. "Are you hurt?" He whispers, knowing full well Meg can hear us. I slowly shake my head at him, more tears falling from my eyes. I'm not hurt and I can't tell him about my cut up wrists or headache anyways. Dean lets out a relieved sigh once I told him I'm slightly okay. Physically, at least. He keeps looking at me, eyes flashing over my body and tear-stained face and I can see its doing a lot to him. "Can you at least make sure she can breathe?" He then spits at Meg, who's just sitting there looking at Sam. Sam, who's still unconscious and looking in rather bad shape. The three open gashes on his face are bleeding. Meg rolls her eyes with a chuckle. "What, so that I can listen to all the pathetic begging and crying?" She retorts, making me flinch. "No, so she can breathe. She any good to you dead?" Dean inhales sharply as he speaks, obviously trying to keep himself together. "Ugh, fine… This was getting boring anyways." Meg stands up and walks towards me. I force the instant panic and fear back down and just stare at her. "Quit lookin at me like that, you're fine." She snaps at me and bends down, dragging down the cloth in front of my mouth. It does feel like I can finally breathe again, the second my mouth is free I let out a few gasps for air. "Such a drama queen…" Meg gives me a little kick with her foot, before she walks back to where she was sitting before. "Skye, can you breathe?" Dean ignores everything that's coming out of Meg's mouth and I have a deep admiration for how he's able to do that. Everything she says to me breaks my heart a little more. I, however, am getting better at not letting it show. "Y-yeah." I'm almost scared to use my voice, but visibly relax when it doesn't come out as scared as I'm feeling. "Jesus…" Dean leans his head against the pole for a second. "Y-You okay?" I ask him, throwing my legs to the left and with that momentum am able to pull myself into a sitting position. I can see he has a few head wounds himself and is bleeding. "Mostly." Is his short answer, concerned eyes now back on Sam's still lifeless body. Meg has sat back down and glances at me with a wicked smile. "Why don't you tell your big, bad brother what happened right after he thought he left you in a safe place?" She suggests, clearly happy with the tortured look entering Dean's eyes. "No, thanks." I blatantly tell her, very certain she won't get that satisfaction out of me. If this goes south, I'll happily take that to the grave. Meg frowns and is about to say something else, when Sam's body twitches, distracting her. All of us watch intently how his eyes spring open and he gasps violently. He's clearly in pain and visibly flinches when he sees Meg smiling at him with that evil grin. Then he sees Dean, tied up right next to him and then he sees me. "God…" He lets out in a loud groan. "Hey, Sam?" Dean grumbles, starting to talk to send Sam the message that he's okay. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend is a bitch." The venom in his voice is undeniable. Meg doesn't react, her eyes just flash from Dean back to Sam happily. "This- This whole thing was a trap." Sam states what we all know now, his voice strained and his tone dangerous. "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say… It was all a setup, wasn't it?" He leans his head back against the pole, his eyes solemnly on Meg. Meg starts to giggle as he repeats her own plan back to her. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam asks her the last straw of what he doesn't understand yet. "It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in." She explains lightly. "You killed those two people for nothing." Sam spits at her in anger. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." She answers, eyes darkening and her tone becoming dangerous. "I dragged your cute, little sister into this as well, didn't I. I mean, she's only sixteen…" Meg is challenging Sam, trying to make him as angry as she possibly can. She's playing with the power she has and she's succeeding. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time." Dean interferes, tone a little lighter. "Why don't you just kill us? You can let her go and kill us." He continues and the look on Meg's face scares me. There's still something we're not getting here. "Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She jokes, leaning forward. "I can't let her go, she's the most prized possession right now. This trap isn't for you." She gives us the last clue to her true masterplan. Dean looks puzzled and I lost her as well. I thought, until now, that I was here so she could trap my brothers. Sam's quicker at connecting the dots. "Dad." He lets out in anger. "This is a trap for dad." He repeats, raising his eyebrows at Dean. I let out a soft groan now I understand, shaking my head. Dean, however, smiles. "Oh, sweetheart, you're dumber than you look." He starts with a shake of his head. "Cause even if dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good." He tells her and I can see something that wasn't there before. There's hope in his eyes. "He is pretty good, I'll give you that." Meg agrees with him, slowly standing up from her place and strutting over to Dean. "But, you see…" She stops in front of him, kicks his legs out of the way and crouches down right in front of his face. "He has one weakness…" She mutters, toying with the hem of Dean's jacket. "What's that?" Dean antagonizes her with raised eyebrows. "You. He lets his guard down around his boys… and not even to speak of the little one I got right there…" Meg flashes me a wild grin. "See why she's my most prized possession right now? He'll let his emotions cloud his judgement…" Meg leans even closer to Dean's stunned face. "I happen to know he is in town…" She then says and I can't believe what I'm hearing. He wouldn't be this close, would he? "…and he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daeva's will kill everybody. Nice, and slow, and messy…" Meg turns her twinkling eyes to Sam, who's been listening in shock. "Well, I got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some shadow to kill him…" Dean says and Meg turns her eyes back on him. "Oh, the Daeva's are in the room here- they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see." She answers, wiggling her eyebrows challengingly. "Why? Why are you doing this?" I call out to her, ignoring the shivers running through me when she looks at me. Sam instantly interferes. "What kind of deal have you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" He continues and as Meg turns to him, Dean tries to motion at me to stay quiet, feverishly shaking his head. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do; loyalty. Love." Meg tells him slowly. "Like the love you had for mommy, and Jess." She's smirking now. "Go to hell." Sam tells her, his eyes spewing fire. Meg's grin grows. "Baby, I'm already there…" She crawls away from Dean, her focus now on Sam. "Come on, Sam, there's no need to be nasty…" She leans over him, almost on top of him now and whispers something to him that I can't hear. Sam is staring at a point across from him as she moves on his lap, his breathing uneven. He is forced to look at her when she grabs his chin, turning his head to meet her eyes. "Get a room, you two." Dean complains and I'm very aware, with how sensual Meg is moving, of what she's trying to do. It disgusts me and I look intently at the floor, hoping she'll stop. "Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun…" I hear her tell him sensually and from the sounds that follow, I can hear she's trying to kiss him. "Wanna have fun? Go ahead, I'm a little tied up right now…" Sam's reaction is completely illogical and that's when I finally understand what he's doing. When I look up, Dean's trying to cut himself out of his robes. He's gotten a hold of a knife, which doesn't really surprise me now that I think about it. His attempt for an escape motivates me to do the same and I start looking around me for any other sharp objects that might be able to help me do that. Then, Dean makes a sound with his knife on the floor. Completely accidental, but Meg heard it. Her head instantly snaps towards Dean, who freezes. Meg sways over to Dean dominantly and crouches down behind him, pulling a knife from his hands. She looks at it with raised eyebrows, before throwing it away. I can hear the clangs of the metal hit the floor. I try to follow it with my eyes. Meg gets back up and right into Dean's face. He looks back at her, letting out an awkward, guilty chuckle. Meg doesn't say anything, she slides back over to Sam and for a second she looks like she's about to attack him. She stops just in time. "Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?" She asks him, climbing back on top of him. With fearful eyes I watch, expecting her to hurt him. Expecting to hear his screams fill my ears. Instead, he pulls of one of the most badass moves I have ever seen. "No, it was just because I have a knife of my own." He states bravely, before grabbing her shoulders with his now free hands and collides his head with hers. The smack is so loud it physically hurts to hear. Meg falls back with a gasp, crashing to the floor. Sam cries out, equally in pain, but he's free. "Sam, GET THE ALTER!" Dean screams at him. Sam jumps to his feet and bolts past me to the black alter Meg was using to summon and control the shadows. With an enraged yell, he puts his hands under the table and throws it upside down. Everything on it scatters on the floor, glass breaking and bones rolling in all directions. Instantly, all the shadows in the room start moving and fear grips my heart. I know what Meg said earlier, she had all the Daeva's focused on me. With wide eyes and frozen to my spot, I watch multiple forms and shapes appear on the walls, low growling erupting around me. "SKYE!" Sam comes running towards me, but my eyes are on Meg. She's screaming and crying out, something is dragging her off the floor. I can't see what it is, but I can hear her screams perfectly well. The last thing I see, before Sam grabs me and crushes me into his chest, is how she's lifted up into the air. A second later, a massive crashing sound of glass breaking into a million pieces accompanies her screams and I squeeze my eyes shut in terror. Her screams die down and then there is silence. "Oh, God." Sam gasps, grabbing my shoulders and leaning away from me. "Are you hurt, are you okay?" He grabs my face gently in both his hands, his eyes scanning my features. He looks more hurt then I am. "I'm okay!" I promise him. "Okay, come here." He reaches for the knife he used to cut himself loose and instantly goes to work on the robes still holding my wrists together. I wince in pain when he undoes them, but relief washes over me when I'm able to move again. I bring my hands to my face and watch how both my wrists are indeed bleeding, marks of the robe clearly visible. Sam quickly gets up to go and free Dean and both of them are scanning the room, still on high alert. Sam drags Dean to his feet and Dean instantly rushes over to me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby girl." He whispers remorsefully as he drops down in front of me. He wraps his arms around me in the tightest hug ever, leaning his head on top of mine. "I'm okay." I whisper to him, knowing that won't make a difference. "What happened?" He asks me, leaning back so he can look me in my eyes. "S-She came to the motel room…" I mutter to him, remembering in a flash how she had overpowered me and put me in her truck at gunpoint. Sam, who ran to the broken window as soon as Dean was up, interrupts my story. "Dean…" He calls out and Dean looks up. "Okay, come one." He reaches for my arms and pulls me to my feet. I feel a little unstable, but am able to walk just fine. Both of us rush to Sam, who's staring outside. I follow his line of sight and there is Meg, outside on the road two floors down. Clearly dead, lying in a pool of shattered glass. "Jesus." I gasp, bringing both my hands to my throat. Sam huffs. "So, I guess the Daeva's didn't like being bossed around." He comments drily. Dean gives him a small nod. "I guess not." He confirms. Then, he looks at Sam skeptically. "Hey Sam?" Sam hums at him. "Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl who's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" The sheer normal-ness of that teasing comment after what we just went through makes me bark out a laugh and I buckle over. The stress and adrenaline is slowly leaving me now that I've seen Meg lie there on the ground and instant tears appear back in my eyes. "Okay, you're okay." Dean is instantly at my side, his warm hands on my shoulders. "Come on, let's get out of here." Sam puts a hand on my head for a second, taking in a deep breath, before he leads the way back outside. Back to the car.

The impala looks like the most inviting and warm place I've ever seen and I'm more than happy to crawl into the backseat. My whole body is sore and I don't even complain when Sam joins me in the backseat with a first aid kit he found in the trunk. Dean drives us back to the motel, while Sam takes care of my wrists as best he can. Both of them are ignoring their own injuries and only interested in one thing. The whole story of how I ended up at the same warehouse they were supposed to 'catch' Meg. I quietly tell them she came to the motel room, surprised me, over-powered me and took me to the warehouse. How she knocked me out, tied me up and told me I was the most important piece to her little plan. I never even saw her coming until the lights started flickering. Dean listens without interrupting me once, jaws clenched and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are turning white. Sam just seems to be filled with remorse and concern, but also doesn't say much and just hums here and there as a reaction to what I'm saying. I awkwardly fall silent when I've told them everything they didn't know yet. "I can't believe she came and took you, she must have been outside already when we left. Just waiting." Dean snarls, shortly shaking his head. "You couldn't have known." I mutter softly, I can already hear the blame he's throwing at himself. I'm sure he's at war in his own head. "I should have known, it's my job to make sure you are safe." He argues with me, anger radiating off of him. "I should have known it was a trap." Sam mumbles as he secures the last bandage on my right wrist. "All the signs were there, I just didn't get it in time. You were never supposed to get caught up in this." He continuous, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat. "She was so strong…" I don't know why I'm saying it, but I need to get it off my chest. "She uh, she didn't hesitate once… she knew she could control you two with me captured. She knew dad would come flying from wherever he was, had he known she'd taken me…" Sam looks at me with wide eyes, listening to my confession. "I'm sorry." I then mutter, glancing down and fighting back the tears. "Sorry?" Dean is looking wildly confused. I didn't even notice we arrived at the motel until he parks the car and I see the familiar signs. "Why, in god's name, are you apologizing, sweetheart?" He shuts off the car and fully turns around in his seat. "B-Because she t-took me. I c-couldn't s-s-stop her…" Slowly, the words I want to say get caught up in my throat and my vision starts to swim. All the sorrow, terror and fear I felt when I was in that damn warehouse just decides to come out. I can't stop it, I can't control it. "Hey, honey… Ssssssh." Sam instantly wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, his own breathing uneven. "It's okay, it's okay." He repeats soothingly, slowly sinking back into the seats. "God, Skye…" Dean seems at a loss for what to say, his eyes glossy. "Come on, let's get you inside, okay?" Sam gives me a supportive squeeze, before opening the car door with his free hand. I try to take a few deep breaths and stumble out of the car, Sam right behind me. "Come on." Dean grabs my arm and softly pulls me back inside, Sam following us after he gets the duffle bag out of the trunk. I let out a few hiccups, the tears still flowing, but the sobs slowly dying down. I hate to cry like that, all messed up and broken hearted. It's not functional and always awkward.

When we've reached the top of the stairs and the hallway where our room is, Dean glances back at Sam. "Why don't you just leave that stuff in the car?" He asks, confused when he realizes Sam's carrying the duffle bag. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, better safe than sorry." Sam answers him slowly and with what just happened to us, I don't blame him. Dean reaches for the keys to the apartment, but I remind him they're not needed. Meg barged her way in before, the lock is broken. Dean lets out an exhausted sigh, but opens the door and steps through. I follow him, but as soon as I step inside I bump into him. "Dean?" I look up and past him. There's someone in the apartment, standing by the window. The silhouette of a man, if I'm not mistaken. I'm thrown right back into my adrenaline and grab Dean's jacket. "Hey!" Dean calls out angrily and quickly switches on the light switch that's next to the door. All the lights spring on and with a shock going through my whole body, I see my father standing by the window. Slowly turning around, a soft smile on his hardened features. Wearing almost exactly what he was wearing when he disappeared all those months ago. "Dad…" Dean's voice is hoarse as he sees what I'm seeing and I can feel Sam freezing behind me, the duffle bag falling to the ground. "Hey, boys." Dad greets him back and hearing his deep voice again after so long, and seeing that loving smile back on his face, drives away any fear that was left in my body. Then, his eyes switch from Dean to me, still behind Dean. "Hi, sweetheart." His eyes soften and if I'm not mistaken, they're glistening. "Daddy…" I answer almost automatically.

Dean's the first to physically react to dad's sudden appearance in our motel room. He stalks forward and he and dad embrace each other, clamping each other on the back. The hug is emotional and a first tear escapes my eyes, which doesn't matter cause my face was still wet anyways. After a few seconds, Dean and dad release each other and Dean still looks shocked. "Baby girl, come here." Dad gives me a look of pure warmth and I instantly rush towards him, jumping up. He catches me with a laugh, staggering backwards but wrapping his strong arms around me immediately. "Oh, there we go. There's my girl." He whispers, kissing my cheek. The stubble of his beard feels like home and I crush my arms tighter around him, letting out a first sob. "Hey, sssh, don't cry!" He hushes me, placing a hand on top of my head supportively. That sentence is so 'dad' that I have a tough time stopping more tears to spill out. I swallow and dad puts me down, my feet hitting the floor. Sam, who's been watching our reunion with sad eyes, has taken a few steps towards us and is now standing next to Dean. Dad looks at him and slowly nods, the loving look in his eyes never wavering. "Hey, Sam." He says slowly, nodding his head. "Hey, dad." Sam whispers back, eyes wide. "Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry…" Dean start to apologize instantly, he was the one who called dad. Dad gives him a soft glance. "That's alright, I thought it might have been…" Dad tells him, his eyes falling on me. And on the bandages on my wrists and the bruises that are forming around my eye. I don't get a chance to say anything to him, he reaches out and places a hand on my cheek. "I'm so sorry you got dragged into this, sweetheart." He then says, voice breaking twice. A shock runs through me when I realize he knows, he knows I was taken and presented as bait. "She, uh, she u-used me to get to them… a-and to you." I explain shortly, no point in denying it now. "Are you okay?" He asks me earnestly, still scanning my face and body for further injuries. "Sam got us out, he and Dean both did." I tell him and his eyes shine with pride. "Were you there? Did you see?" Dean asks him hesitantly. "Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive." Dad answers, eyes never leaving me. Dean and Sam exchange a quick look with each other. "She was the bad guy, right?" Dad now looks at both of them. "Yes, sir." Dean and Sam answer in unison. "Good." Dad glances down and grabs my shoulder. "You should go and freshen up, honey. This is not for your ears, anyways." He says to me and I can feel Dean's eyes burning in my back.

"Yeah, okay…" I comply, there's nothing I can do. Not without blowing the whole cover of me still knowing next to nothing and still 'focused' on school. "But, you have to tell me about anything that involves the d- that thing that killed mom! You can't just keep me in the dark about that, dad. I just saw things…" Dad interrupts my protests. "I know, you were never supposed to be a part of this. The less you know, the better. You know that." He tells me, tone reassuring. "Dad, you disappeared…" My voice trails off when I see the all familiar strict look appearing on his face. "Skye, go freshen up." He repeats. I slump my shoulders and nod, walking away from them. I make sure to open and close the bathroom door hard enough for them all to hear, before sneaking back around the sofa and pressing myself against the wall. I'm in earshot and can hear how the conversation continues without me. "How much did she see? How much does she know?" Dad's voice hardens now he's talking to just his sons. "Nothing more then what just happened, I promise. I'm sure it scared the living daylights out of her, being grabbed like that, but she held her own, dad." Dean makes up the perfect lie and it's not even detectable in his voice. Dad lets out a heavy sigh. "She never should have been grabbed. The whole reason I kept her out of everything, is to protect her from crap like this." He confesses. "I know, it'll never happen again, sir." Dean answers and Sam effectively changes the subject. "The bad guy was Meg, dad. The girl." He says. "Yeah, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." Dad tells him. "The demon has?" Sam sounds confused. "It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcize it or send it back to hell- actually kill it." Dad answers. "How?" Dean asks the question that's also burning in my mind. "I'm working on that." Dad says and I can hear from his voice that he's smiling. "Let us come with you, we'll help!" Sam suggests and a little silence follows. "No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand, this demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in the crossfire, I don't want you hurt." Dad shoots him down softly, with way more subtlety then he's ever done before. "Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam tells him and dad scoffs. "Of course I do, it's all I do. I'm your father." A heavy silence follows and I muster all my courage to take a little peek around the corner. Dad's standing with his back to me, head down. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together we had one hell of a fight." He starts and I can see Sam is staring at him with tears in his eyes. "Yes, sir." He answers sadly. Dad glances up at him, nodding softly and clearing his throat. "It's good to see you again. It's been a long time." He then says, voice filled with warmth. "Too long." Sam agrees in a whisper, a tear dropping from his eyes. Dad steps towards him and embraces him tightly and I smile to myself. Finally.

All goes to hell for the second time, right after that. When dad has clamped Sam on his back and has stepped back, sniffing, the whole room goes dark. Instantly, my heart is in my throat. I recognize that darkness, it appeared right before I was taken earlier this evening. Before anyone can react to it, a demonic growl fills my ears and an invisible force pushes dad away so hard he flies right past me and into the cabinets with a sickening bang. "DAD!" I scream in terror, frozen to my spot. The shadows that we thought had taken Meg not even an hour ago, are back and I hear Sam scream from behind me, the sickening sound of slashing claws accompanying that. "NOOO!" I hear Dean scream, before he crashes down on the floor in pain. Something is slashing him and I can see the shadows moving again. "SKYE!" I hear dad yell from behind me and when I swirl around in fright, I can see he's scrambling to get up. It's too late, before I know it, claws pierce through my shoulder blade and I scream in pain. It happens with such force I'm knocked off my feet and slam to the floor, dazed by what feels like a hundred knives scarring my arm. "SKYE!" Dad's terrified yell comes from my right and when I look up, he's down again. Pinned to the cabinets by an invisible force. Demonic screeches are all I can hear as I watch with wide eyes how he screams in pain, blood everywhere, the shadows of demonic claws all around him. "DADDY!" I shriek from the top of my lungs, no longer feeling my own pain. I hoist myself up and try to make my way over to my father, his screaming filling my ears. It's all I can hear, along with the slashing sounds. A searing hot pain suddenly slashes through my left leg and with an undeniable force I'm being thrown back against the wall, crying out. Fear grips my heart as I realize what's happening. All of us are being attacked by invisible demons, that are slashing at us and trying to kill my father. There's nothing I can do, all I feel is pain. I vaguely hear Sam shouting something from the other room and suddenly an intense light blinds my vision. More demonic screeching and when I'm able to open my eyes a little, I see the shadows disappearing around me. They're gone as quickly as they came and finally, my dad's screaming stops. There's no time for relief or a chance to catch my breath. Accompanied by the fierce and blinding light now surrounding me, comes smoke. It fills my lungs and in panic I push my sleeve against my mouth. "DAD?" I hear Dean shout from somewhere near me. "Over here!" My dad answers. I can't see them and I can't breathe. I scramble to my feet and hoist myself up, feeling around me for something. "Sk-Sky?" Sam is able to call out for me through heavy coughing and I yell out for him, pushing my hands against the wall to find my way over. Suddenly, his hands are on me and helping me out of the motel room. The door is already open, Dean made it out with dad. Sam and I follow them, back down the stairs and outside quickly. And finally, my lungs are able to fill themselves with fresh air again. I double over, coughing wildly and Sam hoists me back up. "Come on!" He hisses to me through his own ragged breathing, pushing me forward. He places me against the car as soon as we've arrived, throwing the duffle bag he was also carrying, inside. "Alright, come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam reaches for our father, trying to help him inside. Dean interferes with wide eyes. "Wait, wait, wait. Sam, wait!" He looks up at Sam. His whole face bloody and the same scratches Sam had, on his forehead. He looks awful. Everyone waits, breathing heavily. Dad is no longer leaning on Dean and his hand reaches out, grabbing my shoulder. I must look just as bad as my brothers. "Come here." Dad pulls me towards him and starts to wipe blood from my face, his eyes filled with panic. "Dad…" Dean interrupts him. "Dad, you can't come with us." He says and both me and Sam react heavily to that. "What? What are you talking about?" Sam throws his hands in the air in blatant confusion. Dad still seems to be torn by how bad we're all looking. "You boys, you're beat to hell." He pants, glancing from Sam's bloody face to Dean's. "And you, my girl…" He can't finish his sentence as he looks down at me, his breath getting stuck in his throat. "We'll be alright. I'll patch her up." Dean lets out, chest heaving up and down from how he's still trying to catch his breath. "Dean, we should stick together! We'll go after this demon…" Sam is in full protest now, his voice raised. Dean harshly calls out his name, stopping him. "Sam, listen to me." Sam stares at him, taken aback. "We almost got dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop! They'll try again, they're gonna use us to get to him. Look at HER!" That last part Dean yells out, pointing a finger straight at me. Sam glances at me, while I look at the ground. Tears are already forming in my eyes, as I can feel a goodbye coming. "I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He- He's stronger without us around." Dean finishes his explanation of why dad needs to stay away and I know he's right. I don't want to leave dad, but if I'm here, he'll never be able to do what needs to be done. All those years of preparing and searching, it'll all be for nothing. Dean clutches his arm and looks away, seemingly still in quite some pain. "Dad…" Sam is not there yet and places a strong arm on our father's shoulder. "No. After everything- after all the time we spent looking for you, please. I gotta be a part of this fight." I flinch at the desperation in Sam's voice and once again the tears start flowing. "Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you gotta trust me, son." Dad tries to reassure Sam, who's helplessly shaking his head. "Okay? You gotta let me go." My father grabs Sam's hand and squeezes it, trying to convince him with his eyes that this is what needs to happen. I keep staring at the ground, trying to hide my sorrow. Sam eventually nods and clamps his hand one last time on dad's shoulder, before letting go. Dad turns to Dean as he wraps a quick arm around me and crushes me to his side. "You take good care of her, Dean. Both of you boys." His tone is firm. "Yes, sir." Sam and Dean answer in unison, their voices shaking. Dad places a hand on Dean's arm. "And you need to tell her. Only need to know, but give her an explanation for what happened tonight." Those are his last words, before I watch him walk away from us. He struggles to get inside a Sedan that's parked right in front of the impala, but manages. He throws us one last look, before the car starts. "Come on." Dean motions for me and Sam to get into the impala and I quickly turn around so I don't have to watch dad drive away. I crawl into the backseat, leaning my head against the window and staring outside at the rain clattering onto the pavement. Not a word is said as Dean starts the impala and drives off.