πΆππ ππππ πππππ, Maeve, Sam and Dean stop their car across the street and get out, dressed as employees of the alarm system company. Dean gets a toolbox from the trunk of the car, and they proceed towards the apartment. "All right, Dean. This is the place." Sam speaks up, his eyes training over the building. "Finally talking to us, huh?" Maeve teases lightly as Dean smirks. Sam shoots her a glare, "You know why I haven't been able to." He grunts out, giving her a push, she laughs with Dean. At first she was super embarrassed about it, but now it was kinda hilarious. Three days ago, Sam had walked in on Maeve and Dean going at it again, this time he got a lot more of Maeve than he had before, it made things awkward for a bit. There was a small pause between the trio, when Dean finally speaks up. "You know, I've gotta say Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Maeve smirks, "That's because you are." He smiles sarcastically at her, pulling her close, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Alright, smartass. What was that play that you did, Sammy? What was it β Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute." Dean turns to his brother with a teasing expression.
"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" Sam grumbles out with a glare, "I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?" Dean sighs, as he looks down at himself with discontent. "Whose?" Sam asks, his lips pulling up into a smirk as he raises a brow. Maeve smiles as well, "Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?" Maeve laughs at her boyfriend's words as they make their way inside the apartment building. Five minutes later, Maeve, Sam, Dean, and the landlady enter the apartment. "Thanks for lettin' us look around." Sam smiles at the woman, she nods back at him. "Well, the police said they were done with the place, so..." She and Sam move further into the room. Dean and Maeve follow after, shutting the apartment door, taking notice of the chain on the door that is broken. They follow after Sam into the living room, spots of blood cover the carpet. "You said you were with the alarm company?"
"That's right." Dean replies with a nod, "Well, no offense, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." Maeve, Dean and Sam exchange a look. "Well, that's why we're here. To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again." Maeve speaks up with a smile, the woman nods back. "Now, ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asks, walking behind her as they continue to check the room. "Yeah." She nods to him, "Right after it happened?" Maeve asks, raising a brow at the woman. "No. Few days later. Meredith's work calledβshe hadn't shown up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell." Dean checks the window, "Any windows open? Any sign of break-in?" Dean asks her, she shakes her head in response. "No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in." Maeve raises a brow with a frown, she wonders what the hell they were dealing with. "And the alarm was still on?" Maeve asks, a frown on her face. "Like I said, bang-up job your company's doin'." The landlady snarks back at her, Maeve gives her a fake smile. "Mmhmm. You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" The landlady shakes her head.
"Everything was in perfect conditionβexcept Meredith." The landlady shivers lightly, a saddened look on her face. "And what condition was Meredith in?" Sam asks, his voice gentle as he watches her. "Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it." Dean looks at Sam, who looks at Maeve. "Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" Dean asks her, turning to give her a small smile. "Oh, well, go right ahead. Knock yourself out." She leaves and Dean moves to open his toolbox and removes the EMF meter. "So, a killer walks in and out of the apartmentβno weapons, no prints, nothin'." Dean states with a raised eyebrow, "I'm tellin' ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." The EMF meter beeps frantically.
"I think I agree with you." Dean utters out, raising a brow at the EMF reader that was going off, he sighs before shutting it down. "So, you talked to the cops?" Sam asks, "Uh, yeah." He smirks towards Maeve who slowly paused to see what he was going to say. She had stayed behind with Sam, "I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law." Maeve finally looked over, raising a brow. "Yeah? What'd you find out?" She asks, he smirks slightly, opening his mouth with a teasing look on his face. "Well, she's a Capricorn. She loves sweet drinks, I meanβwow. Oh, and she's got these nice tattoos..." Sam rolls his eyes as he takes note of Dean's details of Maeve who was blushing lightly off to the side. "Dean!" Sam snaps, Dean blinks and blushes lightly. "What? Yeah. Uh, nothin' we don't already know. Except for one thing they're keepin' out of the papers." Maeve moves over to give him a kiss, he practically melts against her. "Hm?"
"Meredith's heart was missing." Dean says, Maeve and Sam raise their brows in slight shock. "Her heart?" They spoke together, "Yeah. Her heart." Sam frowns, "So, what do you think did it to her?" He asks his brother with a cock of his head. "Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it wasβwerewolf?" Maeve watches as Sam frowns and shakes his head. "No, no werewolf, the lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit." Dean observes the blood on the carpet and seems to notice something. "See if you can find any masking tape around." Soon, Dean is using the masking tape to connect each pool of blood. When he is done, the pieces of tape form an unusual symbol. "Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asks Maeve since she was the oldest being in the room, she hums lightly and shakes her head. "Never." She responds, "Us either." They all exchange a look.
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π³ππππ ππππ πππππ, Dean is flirting with Maeve who is trying to keep the attractive bartender off her back. Sam enters and looks around, Maeve and Dean notice and take one last drink, then leave. "Come on, sweetheart." Dean mutters lightly in a jealous voice, Maeve was smirking smugly at him. She had paused halfway over to Sam, turning to give Dean a deep kiss, who really seemed to enjoy it. Finally, they make their way to the other side of the bar, where Sam finds an empty table and sits down, taking out his father's journal. He leafs through the pages, and shortly, Dean sits down across from him. Maeve slips onto his lap, "We talked to the bartender." Dean grunts out, Sam smirks, taking notice of his pout. "Did you get anything?" Sam asks, "Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, soβwhat about that symbol, you find anything?"
"Nope, 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." Sam replies after shaking his head with a frown on his face. "Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?" Maeve asks, taking a sip of her drink and shifting slightly on Dean's lap. Dean grips her hip tightly to stop her, which causes her to smirk smugly. "Right. Yeah." Sam pulls out a newspaper clipping concerning the first death. "His name was, uhβhis name was Ben Swardstrom." He hands the clipping to Dean, Maeve looks at it over his shoulder. "Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same dealβthe door was locked, the alarm was on." Sam explains to them, "Is there any connection between the two of them?" Dean asks, cocking his head to the side with a frown of confusion. "Not that I can tellβI mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in commonβthey were practically from different worlds."
"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number." Maeve smirks, Dean scoffs with an eye roll; both taking note of Sam, who seems to notice something at the other side of the room. Dean and Maeve look around, "What?" Sam gets up and begins walking away. "Sam?" Sam continues to walk away, Maeve and Dean watching with frowns on their faces. He reaches another table, where a young woman with short blonde hair is seated with her back to him. He puts his hand on her shoulder, and she turns around, his shoulders slightly sag in disappointment when he notices Alec wasn't here. "Meg." Sam frowns suspiciously at the woman who smiles up at him. "Sam!" Sam looks at her curiously.
Maeve and Dean watch as Sam talks to the blonde, Maeve frowning as she gets a bad feeling from the woman. "Sam! Is that you? Oh, my God!" She stands up and they hug, Sam looks slightly puzzled. They pull away a few seconds later. "What are you doing here?" She asks him, her smile never leaving her face. "I'm just in town, visiting friends." Meg looks around with a raised brow and a smirk. "Where are they?" She asks him, she knew he wasn't here to visit friends; he was here because of what she has been doing. "Well, they're not here right now, but what about you, Meg? I thought you were goin' to California." Maeve and Dean come up behind Sam. "Oh, I did. I came, I saw, I conquered. Oh, and I met what's-his-name, something Michael Murray at a bar." She laughs, Maeve tightens her grip on Dean's hand which causing him to look towards her. He tenses when he takes note of her look and who she was looking at, "Who?" Sam asks with a frown, he didn't feel comfortable about this either. He had a feeling she was following him, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Anyway, the whole scene got old, so I'm living here for a while." Dean clears his throat loudly, but he is ignored.
"You're from Chicago?" Sam asks, Maeve and Dean watching with curiosity. "No, MassachusettsβAndover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we'd run into each other?" Maeve flinches when she smiled, her eyes slowly turning blue as she got a real look at the woman's face. As if sensing her, Meg glanced at Maeve for a split second and smirks darkly. "Yeah, I know, I thought I'd never see you again." Sam laughs awkwardly, backing away as he took notice of her look. "Well, I'm glad you were wrong." Sam nods. Dean clears his throat again, louder this time. "Dude, cover your mouth." Meg snaps at him, Maeve and Sam glare at her for a moment. Meg looks confused by the sudden change in Sam for a split second. "Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uhβthis is my brother, Dean and his girlfriend, Maeve." Meg is surprised. "This is Dean?" Dean smile was a fake one, "Yeah." Sam grunts out. "So, you've heard of us?"
"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Niceβthe way you treat your brother like luggage." He looks confused, and a little hurt with the words coming out of her mouth. "Sorry?" Maeve snaps back in irritation and annoyance. "Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth." Meg snarls towards Dean who moves back, he gives his brother a very hurt look and Sam flinches. "Meg, it's all right." The three of them look around quietly. Dean whistles lowly, and Maeve's eyes turn dark as her heart begins to pound in anger. "Sam, I'm sorry. It's justβthe way you told me he treats you...if it were me, I'd kill him." Maeve scoffs loudly causing Meg to look over at her. "Tell me, Meg. When did any of our business involve you? Are you family? Are you our friend or one of their significant others? No. I didn't think so, so mind your damn business and watch your mouth before you talk shit about someone you don't know." Maeve snarls as she gets in Meg's face. Dean and Sam watch with wide eyes, both moving to hold her back when they take note of the absolutely terrified look on Meg's face. Maeve's eyes were glowing as voices started to whisper in Meg's ear, before the boys could pull her away, Maeve leans into her ear.
"You hear them, don't you? The voices of all the people you've killed, I know what you are, and you don't want to cross me." Maeve hisses, Meg backs away and clears her throat. A shiver going down her spine as Maeve turns towards Dean with a smile, "Come on, I want a drink." She pulls Dean away, passing Sam with a glare. "Take care of her, or I will." She grunts out with a frown, Dean follows her with a grin. Sam sighs, turning to face Meg, Dean pulls Maeve to a stop. "You okay?" He asks her gently, Maeve nods as she pulls him close to give him a kiss. "Yeah, I'm fine. Come on, big boy." She laughs out as she pulls him off, he follows like a puppy, an excited look on his face.
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πΆπππππ π ππ πππ πππ, Maeve, Dean and Sam are walking back to the car. "Who the hell was she?" Dean asks, a new perk in his step because of the recent fun, he and his lady just had in the back room of the bar. He knew exactly how to calm her down, Maeve looks towards him with a small smile, her face flushing red when he smirks at her and quickly licks his lips. Smug bastard. "I don't really know. I only met her once, and another guy. I was hoping to see him again, but meeting up with her again? I don't know, man, it's weird. What was that back there anyway?" Sam asks as he turns towards Maeve who shoots him a glare. "It doesn't matter, right now." Maeve utters out, "And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?" Dean steps up, turning to face Sam with a glare. Sam flinches slightly, "Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. There was a guy, Alec, but that's not important, just listen..." Maeve cocks her head to side at the name.
"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Dean snarls at his brother, Sam sighs with a shake of his head. "No, of course not. Now, would you listen?" Sam snaps back, "What?" Dean and Maeve ask at the same time, staring him down. "I think there's somethin' strange going on here, Dean." Sam insists, "Yeah, tell me about it." Dean grunts out, crossing his arms over his chest with an eye roll. "No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead." Maeve slowly nods in agreement, Dean frowns in confusion. "Why do you say that?" He asks his younger brother, raising a brow. "I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in 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?" Dean raises a brow as he looks towards Maeve who gave him a nod.
"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens."
"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on." Dean smirks, "Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?" Sam rolls his eyes and laughs. "Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" He points to his head and grins. Sam becomes serious again, "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." Maeve and Dean watch him with frowns on their faces. "What are you gonna do?" Maeve asks him, he sighs softly, "I'm gonna watch Meg." Dean snorts lightly and takes the opportunity to tease his brother. "Yeah, you are." Sam rolls his eyes, "I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry."
"All right, you little pervert." Dean continues to tease, Maeve snorts lightly. "Dude." Sam pushes him, "I'm goin', I'm goin'." They cross the street and leave Sam.
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π³ππππ ππππ πππππ, back at the motel. Dean is on the computer, researching Meg, Maeve is sitting next to him reading more on the symbol. He picks up his cell phone and dials Sam's number, who picks up almost immediately. "Hey." Sam's voice carries over speaker as Dean places the phone between them. "Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean asks, raising a brow, almost as if he expected his brother to see him. "No." Dean waits for another response, Sam rolls his eyes. "Yes." Sam mutters out finally after a moment of silence. "You've got a funny way of showin' your affection." Maeve murmurs lowly, "Did you find anything on her or what?" Sam snips back towards his brother and his best friend. "Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. 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?" Sam sighs, ignoring his comment. "What about the symbol? Any luck?" Sam questions, "Yeah, that we did have some luck with." He looks down at his research. "It's, uhβturns out it's Zoroastrian. Very, very old school, like two thousand years before Christ. It's a sigil for a Daeva."
"What's a Daeva?" Sam asks, Maeve and Dean make eye contact. They had done their research on this supernatural evil, and they both agreed it wasn't good. "It translates to "demon of darkness". Zoroastrian demons, and they're savage, animalistic, you know, nasty attitudesβkind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls." Maeve speaks up before Dean who gives her a smirk, he liked when she used his type of metaphors. "How'd you figure that out?" Sam responds, "Give us some credit, man. You don't have a corner on paper chasin' around here." Dean snips lightly, "Oh, yeah? Name the last book you read." Dean sighs before speaking up in a defeated tone. "No, I called Dad's friend, Caleb. He told me, all right? Maeve's the one who has been reading, you know I don't like research." Maeve laughs gently at her boyfriend who pushes her lightly in response. "Yeah." Sam glances up at Meg's dark bedroom window. "Anyway, here's the thingβthese Daevas, they have to be summoned, conjured." Dean speaks up, "So, someone's controlling it?" Sam asks, "Yeah, that's what I'm sayin'. And, from what I gather, it's pretty risky business, too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos."
"So, what do they look like?" Sam asks with a frown, "Well, nobody knows, but nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia. I mean, summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?" Dean continues to tease his little brother as Maeve rolls her eyes. "Bite me." Sam grumbles, "No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though..." Sam hangs up, "Sam? Are you...?" He hangs up his own phone and turns to Maeve with a smirk. "So, you wanna mess around a bit." Maeve raises a brow, a smirk of her own pulling onto her face as she closes her book. Slowly, she moves to sit in his lap, "What did you have in mind?" Maeve purrs gently as her arms wrap around his neck; he smiles up at her as he wraps his own arms around her waist.
As their lips meet, Dean takes action, picking Maeve up; her legs wrapping around his waist as he carries her over to the bed. She moans gently as he sets her down, grinding his body against hers. He was fucking delicious, and that mouth of his was ridiculously talented. It was unfair that he looked just as sinful as he was fuckable. Even after waking up, with his soft hair spiked up in some places and flat in others. When his voice was thick and hot with sleep and he'd murmur half-irritated words if he was woken too early, or hot and loving things being mumbled against her ear when he was in a mood. She loves everything about him, and she was happy that he was the one she was with, the one she loved more than anything. It was like a circuit of lust. The endless tensions and the electricity that made them shiver, skin prickling, hair sticking up; his cock stirring, slowly hardening and straining in his boxers. Their breaths became noticeably heavier and their eyes grew heavy with lust and love for one another. Their physical touches would increase the voltage on each other's skin until they just couldn't take it anymore and moved on.
"Dean."
"Maeve, sweetheart. Fuck." He breathes out, one last time before he begins to remove the layers between them. He really wanted her and he needed the clothes off right now. "How many times do you think we can go until Sam shows up?" Dean's voice rumbles against her skin as he continues to peel her layers off. "Guess, we'll have find out." She responds with a smirk, her eyes heated and her heart pounding. He looks up at her from between her legs, the hottest thing she has ever seen in her life. "Then, we should probably get to work."
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"πΆπ ππ πππ ! Seriously, guys!" Sam's voice carries out, as he shuts the door to let the couple cover themselves. Dean and Maeve had made it to round three, Dean had carried Maeve over to the tables knocking over their research in the process as he pounded into her. She hated the behind position so he always made sure she was looking at him. He couldn't deny, he loves the looks on her face when she hits her highest level of pleasure, all because of him. Too bad Sam had to interrupt before they could finish again.
Cockblocker.
Sam enters the room again with a grimace on his face, this was the third time he's walked in on them; he was going to have to bleach his eyes soon. "Dude, I gotta talk to you." Dean shoots his brother a dark look as Maeve gives him a small awkward smile. She moves to kiss Dean on the cheek before making her way into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Dean pouts lightly at the sight, that was their next stop. "Damnit, Sam." Dean hisses in annoyance as she shuts the door. Sam gives his brother a bitch face, Dean rolls his eyes and finishes cleaning up the room. Later, after Maeve's shower, the trio are talking about what Sam found while they were going at one another like rabbits. "So, creepy little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asks, cocking his head to the side with a frown. "Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing." Maeve frowns herself, that really didn't sound good at all. "So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean chuckles, Sam rolls his eyes. "And what's the deal with that bowl again?" Sam sighs, shaking his head; his fingers moving to pinch his forehead to try and relieve the headache he currently had. "She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."
"With who? With the Daeva?" Maeve asks, raising a brow. "No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse." Dean thinks for a moment and glances at some files on a nearby table. He sits down at the table and looks through them. "Holy crap." He breaths out, Maeve and Sam watch him with raised eyebrows. "What?" They ask together, "What I was gonna tell you earlierβI pulled a favor with my..." He clears his throat, making an uncomfortable face. "...friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victimsβwe missed something the first time." He states in fact, "What?" Sam and Maeve come over to look at the records over his shoulder. "The first victim, the old manβhe spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." He points to something on the page. "Lawrence, Kansas." Dean nods in agreement, "Mmhmm." He picks up the second file. "Meredith, second victimβturns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." The paper reads 'Lawrence, Kansas.' Sam sits down across from Dean, clearly shocked. Maeve looks between them with sympathetic eyes, this was obviously connected to their childhood. The childhood they both tried to run from, and were clearly failing to do so. "Holy crap." Sam breaths out in shock, "Yeah." Dean nods in agreement.
"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam asks his brother, moving to start pacing around the room as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. "I think it's a definite possibility." Dean replies, "But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Maeve questions causing them both to frown in agreement with her words. "Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean speaks up, a sudden dark and determined look on his face. "No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her." Maeve responds, shaking her head as she speaks; Sam nods in agreement. "I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone."
A little while later, Dean is leaving a message on John's voicemail. While he is talking, Sam enters the room with bags full of weapons. "We think we've got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh, this warehouseβit's 1435 West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." He makes eye contact with Maeve who gives him a small smile before he hangs up. "Voicemail?" Sam asks, "Yeah." He gestures to the bags, "Jesus, what'd you get?" Sam chuckles before throwing something to Maeve. She gaps in happiness as she looks up at him in thanks, they had recently taken her pen from her so she couldn't remove anymore runes and he was giving it back. Now, she had her bracelet and her pen, "Just in case. I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything." Dean nods, and they begin loading their guns silently. Maeve moves to sit next to Dean who hands her a gun and helps her load it. "Big night." Dean starts, "Yeah. You nervous?"
"No. Why, are you?" Dean asks, raising a brow at his brother with a small smirk. "No. No way." They are silent for a few seconds. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Maeve looks between them with a sad look on her face. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Maeve speaks up, the boys look at her. "I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to schoolβbe a person again." Dean frowns in slightly hurt and disbelief at his brother's words. "You wanna go back to school?" Dean asks, Maeve immediately grabs his hand to comfort him, Sam doesn't take much notice to the sadden look on Dean's face, but she does. "Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing." Sam shrugs as if it's no big deal that he wants to leave Dean behind again. "Huh." Dean huffs out, "Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?" Sam asks, his eyes squinting into a glare of annoyance. "No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you."
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over? You and Maeve could always settle down." The couple's eyes widen in shock and realization, they hadn't even thought about their own future relationship. Were they going to settle down? Would they get married? Have kids? What's going to happen to them? Could they even work out? "It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt." Dean finally speaks up after a long moment of silence, both he and Maeve looking away from one another in silent sadness. "But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself..." Sam looks between them with his puppy dog eyes, "Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." He walks over to the dresser. "Dude, what's your problem?" Dean is silent for a while, then turns back to Sam. "Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Dean asks Sam with a slightly snippy voice, "'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom."
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man." He returns to the dresser and is silent again, then once more turns to Sam. "You and me and DadβI mean, I want us...I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again, and Maeve would be a great addition to that family." He smiles at her, she smiles back with a blush. He really has a way with words, "Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. For both of you. But things will never be the way they were before, especially now." Dean looks heartbroken, his voice cracking sadly. "Could be." He shrugs, Maeve watches them both with sad eyes. She hates when they fight, "I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way." He and Dean share a look.
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π¨π ππππ πππππ, ππ πππ warehouse, Maeve, Sam and Dean climb the elevator gate and reach the top room. Meg is standing at the altar, speaking in an ancient language. Quietly, the trio squeeze through the space between the gate and the wall. The boys draw their guns and move to the other side of the room, hiding behind some crates. Maeve, moves to the opposite side and prepares herself for their next move. "Guys." Sam and Dean look at each other, stunned. Maeve, however, figured this would be a trap. It wasn't exactly like she was hiding much of anything, "Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg calls out to them, "Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Meg turns around to face them. "Why don't you come out?" Sam and Dean come out from behind the crates. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship. Where's the other one?" Meg looks around them with a raised eyebrow but doesn't seem all that interested in figuring it out. "Yeah, tell me about it and we don't know what you're talking about." Meg cocks her head with a smirk as Dean quickly moves to change the subject. "So, where's your little Daeva friend?"
Meg shrugs, "Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good." Dean smirks smugly, "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon." Meg chuckles lowly, Maeve quietly waits for her moment. "So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam continues to question her, she just pauses and gives him a smirk. "You." The shadow demon begins to form on the wall. It knocks Sam to the ground and throws Dean into the crates. A claw-like scratch appears on Sam's face, as the demon is distracted with him; Maeve comes out, allowing her bracelet to change into a whip. Swinging it around, she whips Meg in the face with it who cries out, before swinging it towards the demon. It latches around its neck and a pulse of electricity shoots out causing the shadow to scream in pain. "No!" Meg rushes towards Maeve who spin kicks her back, only it releases the shadow; allowing it to come up and launch Maeve through the air. Maeve is thrown back against the wall, her body falls and everything around her goes black.
Later, Maeve, Dean and Sam are tied to two separate posts. Sam and Maeve come too and see Meg sitting before Sam. Dean looks over in relief, having been awake for a little bit longer than them. Maeve groans lightly at the pain in her head, quickly taking notice of her missing bracelet but they didn't find her pen. If she could just get to it, "Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch." Meg looks towards Dean, giving Maeve a quick look. "Ditto, sugar." Dean grunts out as he tries to get to her, his eyes pulled into a dark glare. "This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Meg laughs, "And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam continues to question, Maeve hisses lightly off to the side, both boys noticing a light coming from her hands. "It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all." Meg smiles at him, "You killed those two people for nothin'." Maeve hisses out in anger and annoyance. "Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." Meg replies to her with a smirk. "You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time." He smiles. "But why don't you kill us already?"
"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" She leans in closer, "This trap isn't for you." Maeve and Dean are puzzled. Sam thinks for a second, then realizes something. "Dad. It's a trap for Dad." Dean looks at Meg, who smiles at him. "Oh, sweetheartβyou're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good." Dean tells her with a small scoff, "He is pretty good. I'll give you that." She walks over to him and sits down, straddling his legs. "But you see, he has one weakness." Maeve manages to break herself free, taking advantage of the fact that the boys were keeping her busy. "What's that?" Dean asks, "You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybodyβnice and slow and messy." Meg utters out, "Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some...shadow to kill him." Dean grunts out as he leans away from her. "Oh, the Daevas are in the room hereβthey're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see."
"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Maeve slowly creeps around the back of the room. "I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you doβloyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommyβand Jess." Meg teases out, a smug smirk on her lips. "Go to hell." Sam hisses in anger, "Baby, I'm already there." She smiles and slides over to Sam. "Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty." She leans in to whisper in his ear. "I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching meβchanging in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?" She nips at his ear, Dean rolls his eyes with a small groan. "Get a room, you two." He grunts out, giving Maeve just a bit more time. "I didn't mind. I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have a little dirty fun." She begins kissing his neck. "You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now." She smiles and continues to kiss him, a noise break her concentration.
"Hey, bitch." Maeve's voice brings their attention towards her as she stands in front of the alter. "No!" Maeve pushes the alter over with a smirk as Meg moves towards her with wide eyes of horror. Suddenly, the shadow demon appears and grabs Meg. She is dragged across the floor and crashes through the window, falling down to the street below. Sam grabs his knife and cuts Dean free from his ropes. They walk over to the window and see Meg sprawled on the sidewalk, dead. "So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around." Sam utters out, "Yeah, I guess not. Hey, Sam?" Sam turns to face his brother who was already looking at him, Maeve watches them. "Hm?" Sam cocks his head lightly, Dean wraps his arm around Maeve's waist. "Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" He smiles and walks away, pulling Maeve along with him.
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π©πππ ππ πππ πππππ, πππ trio are walking back to their room. "Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asks, gesturing to the bag in Sam's hand. "I said it before, and I'll say it againβbetter safe than sorry." Dean unlocks the door and they enter the room, the trio see the outline of a man standing by the window. "Hey!" Sam turns on the light, the man turns around. It is John Winchesters, Sam, Dean and Maeve are stunned. "Dad?" The boys breathe out breathlessly in shock, "Hey, boys." Dean and John walk towards each other and share a long, emotional hug. Sam watches sadly. Dean and John pull apart a few seconds later. "Hi, Sam." Sam smiles softly, "Hey, Dad." He places the bag full of weapons on the floor. "Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry." Maeve frowns at the way Dean was talking now that John was back in their life. "I'm sorry. I don't think we've been introduced." John turns to Maeve who gives him a small awkward smile, "This is Maeve." Dean introduces with a smile, his arm instinctively wrapping around her waist causing John to raise a brow at his son. He looks towards Maeve with a contemplative look. "Nice to meet you, then." He turns back to Dean, "It's all right. I thought it might've been." John nodded to Dean in agreement.
"Were you there?" Maeve asks, cocking her head to the side. "Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?" John looks between them, "Yes, sir." The boys reply, Maeve, didn't give him the satisfaction of a response like theirs. "Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before." John explains to the trio, Sam frowns in confusion. "The demon has?" He asks his father, his head cocking to the side. "It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hellβactually kill it." John explains, Maeve and Dean speak up at the same time. "How?" John smiles, "I'm workin' on that." Maeve scoffs lightly with an eye roll, Dean and Sam shoot her a look. "Let us come with you. We'll help." Dean gives Sam a warning look. "No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt." Dean and Maeve watch how John interacts with Sam. "Dad, you don't have to worry about us." Sam states, moving forward. "Of course I do. I'm your father." He pauses. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight."
"Yes, sir." Sam responds, John smiles. "It's good to see you again. It's been a long time." John breathes out towards his youngest son, "Too long." He and John embrace, crying. A minute later, they pull apart. The three of them look around tearfully. Suddenly, the shadow demon attacks John, he is thrown into a set of cabinets and falls to the ground. Sam also falls, the shadow turns to Dean, completely ignoring Maeve as if she wasn't there at all. "No!" Dean is thrown to the floor as well. Sam, Dean, and John continue being attacked by the shadow demon. They groan and scream in pain as they are flung around the room. Fresh scratches appear on their faces, Maeve uses her moment of freedom and makes her way to the bag of weapons on the floor. She removes a flare from the bag, "Shut your eyes! These things are shadow demons, so let's light 'em up!" She lights the flare, and the room is instantly filled with smoke and a brilliant white light. The shadow demon vanishes. The four of them try to feel their way around the room, coughing and sputtering. "Maeve!" Dean quickly moves over to her, helping her stand as John coughs. Maeve and Dean makes their way to John and help him up. Sam follows them out of the room, carrying the bag of weapons.
Maeve, Sam, John, and Dean exit the building and walk down an alley to the car. Sam puts the bag in the backseat of the car. "All right, come on. We don't have much time. As soon as the flare's out, they'll be back." Sam starts, Maeve moves to the other side and opens the door. "Wait, wait. Sam, wait. Dad, you can't come with us." She pauses for a moment to watch their conversation. "What? What are you talkin' about?" She slowly moves back over with a frown as John looks over the three of them. "You guys... you're beat to hell." John breaths out with a small tired laugh, "We'll be all right." Maeve speaks up, "Dean, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons..." Dean turns to his brother with a small glare. "Sam! Listen to me! We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop, they're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He'sβhe's stronger without us around." Dean utters out lightly, tears gathering in his eyes. "Dad, no." He puts a hand on his father's shoulder. Dean watches sadly, Maeve turns to get into the impala; giving the three males a moment together. "After everything, after all the time we spent lookin' for youβplease. I gotta be a part of this fight."
"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son. Okay, you've gotta let me go." All three of them are silent for a moment, close to tears. Finally, Sam pats his father's shoulder once, then lets go. John and Dean share a look, then John walks to his truck. Once there, he looks back at them one more time. "Be careful, boys." He gets in his truck and drives away. "Come on." He and Sam get into the car and the trio watch as John's truck turns the corner. Dean and Sam look at each other knowingly, Dean glance back at Maeve with a small smile who gives him one back in return. Without a word, Dean starts the car. He backs into the street, then speeds down the road and around a corner.
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