Chapter 1: Megan
"So what do we do now?" Dean asked when they got back to the motel. He looked at Sam, but couldn't meet his eyes. Sam looked at his dad and jumped up off the bed.
"And while we have a moment." he said looking at his dad. "Why did you come back?" Dean looked at his brother as his tone became angry.
"Sammy, what's gotten in to you?" Dean asked concern in his voice.
"Nothing's gotten into me!" he spat. "I just asked a simple question. I mean think about it Dean, he disappears without a word and now he's suddenly here to help us?" Dean thought about it for a moment.
"Sammy has a point dad." Dean said after a moment. John looked at them both, his face showed no hint of emotion. "Why did you come back?"
"If you must know… I left in the first place because I already knew what Sammy could become." he said stoically. Sam and Dean looked at each other in shock and anger.
"So you knew what would happen and decided to abandon us?!" Sam screamed. He was furious. How could his father do this to them?
"Yes I knew." John said, ignoring Sam's outburst. "So I left to find the demon before he found you." Sam looked sheepish as he said this. "I tracked him to here and, to my surprise, found you two." Dean and Sammy looked at each guiltily.
"Look dad," Dean began. John shrugged and walked towards the door.
"I can't do anything more." he said as he opened it. "It's all up to you two." and without a word goodbye John walked out of the room.
Sam looked at his brother and sighed. "We're never going to see him again are we?" Dean looked his brother in the eye and shook his head.
"I don't think so Sammy." he said with a sigh. Sam's eyes welled up for a moment but he wiped them away before Dean could say anything.
"Than that's that." he said with finality. "It looks like we're on our own from now on." Dean nodded and helped Sam pack. Their only job now was killing the demon.
Dean left the motel office and climbed into the driver's side of the Impala. He looked over at Sam who was sitting in the passenger's seat. He looked so serious that he almost didn't recognize him from a few days ago.
"So where are we going?" he asked his as he turned on the car. Sam jumped slightly at the sound of his voice and looked at him for a moment.
"Oh, umm." he paused for a moment. "I don't know. I guess we should just drive south." he said looking back out the window. Dean shrugged and pulled out of the parking lot heading south.
But something just didn't seem right to him. Sam wasn't acting like himself; it was almost like he didn't know where he was. Dean pushed the thought away and kept driving. He was just tired and needed some sleep after what had happened he thought. He looked over at Sam again to say something, but he was already asleep.
Sam looked around in confusion. He was in the middle of a dirt road, but what town or state it was he had no idea.
"Now how did I get here?" he asked no one in particular. He walked down the road, looking for anything familiar. He walked for what seemed like hours until he finally came to a crossroads. He looked at a signpost in the center, but none of the town names sounded familiar.
Suddenly he heard a scream from the right and he ran down the road. The screaming got louder, but he couldn't see anything. He slowed down as he came to a bend in the road and peered around it.
At first Sam couldn't see anything, but eventually his eyes adjusted to the fading light and he saw a woman on the ground. His head was bleeding and he looked to be unconscious. Sam had no idea who this woman was, but he was hurt badly.
Sam started walking into the clearing, but stopped suddenly as the demon materialized out of the shadows. Sam crouched down and watched as the demon walked over to the woman and smiled. Suddenly he locked eyes with Sam and he felt the blood drain from his body. He gasped as he felt his body growing colder as it got harder and harder to breathe.
The demon laughed and snapped his fingers. Sam was suddenly lying next to the woman and he could barely breathe. He tried to reach for the gun in his belt but the effort was too much for his. Sam looked over at the woman and gasped as he recognized Megan.
The demon reached down and took the gun from Sam before straightening up and aiming it at his heart. He pulled the trigger and Sam heard himself screaming.
"Sam! Sam wake up!" Sam opened his eyes and looked around him. He was sitting in the Impala with Dean standing over him. His face looked concerned and he sat up slowly, panting as if he had just run a marathon. "Are you okay?"
"I know where the demon is." he said hurriedly. "And we have to hurry or Megan is dead!" Dean looked at his in astonishment and nodded before climbing back into the driver's side and followed Sam's instructions.
Megan sighed; being a reaper was harder than people thought. And now she wasn't sure if she wanted to be that any more. Not that she had a choice, but sometimes it would be nice to be able to talk to someone without having them begging you to let them live. That's why she liked the Winchesters. They didn't waste time groveling or pleading, they just went with the program.
Megan sniffed at the thought of Dean. He was so sweet and cute. Maybe they could have been together if the circumstances were different, but as it was the closest they could be were friends.
Megan sighed again and looked down at her list. It told her who was going to die, meaning she had to visit them.
"Let's see…" she said scrolling through the list. "According to this a certain Michael Rainsney is next." she smiled. She liked visiting guys the best as they were always a little braver. She made sure to roll the list tightly before vanishing.
She appeared next to an old warehouse. She looked around quizzically. This couldn't be the right place. She got out her list and looked at Michael Rainsney's listing. She should be in the right place, but there was no one here.
"I was wondering when you would show up, reaper." Megan spun around at the sound of the demon's voice and stared at him as he walked out of the shadows.
"How did you know I was going to be here?" she asked. The fact that the demon had tracked her here worried her, she knew something wasn't right.
"I'm the one who killed poor Michael Rainsney." he said, pretending to be sorrowful. Megan backed away slowly as the realization of what he had just said sank in.
"There's no way you could have known I would be the one to show up." she said still backing away as the demon came closer. "Unless…" she didn't finish her sentence, the very idea was impossible.
"That's right, Megan." Megan cringed as the demon spat out her name. "I'm the one who gained access to the dark powers. I can find you where ever you go." Megan suddenly ran into a dead end and she tried to vanish to the one place she knew she would be safe, but the demon lunged forward and grabbed her.
Megan tried in vain to get away but the demon was too powerful and his powers were draining her of hers. As the demon held her Megan felt her life force draining away and it got harder to breathe. Just as Megan felt she was going to die the demon dropped her to the ground.
"I'm not going to kill you just yet reaper." he said as Megan struggled to breathe and remain conscious. "I want Sam to find you first. However, I think a little pain will do him good." And with that he kneeled down next to her as a knife appeared in his hand. Megan tried to get away but the demon was too quick and he stabbed her in the side before they both vanished in a puff of smoke.
Sam sat up as he felt something draining from him, as if someone had stuck a straw in his soul and was slowly sucking it out. He gasped for breathe and cried out as a sharp pain pierced his side. Dean looked at his brother in concern.
"Pull over Dean!" he screamed as the pain became worse. Dean pulled over sharply and unbuckled before looking Sam over. He was holding his side and could barely breathe, but Dean could find no wounds on him at all.
"I can't tell what's wrong, Sam." he said worriedly as his breathing became shallower. Sam gasped as another wave of pain pierced his side. It felt like it did when the demon had kicked his knife wound. Suddenly Sam realized what it was.
"It's Megan." he gasped as the pain started to lessen. "She's been seriously hurt. We have to hurry." Dean looked at his brother in confusion.
"But how could you possibly know that?" he asked in exasperation. Sam was starting to scare him and he didn't know what to do.
"I don't know, I just do." he cried out it pain again and pushed his brother over to the driver's side. "Don't argue just drive!" Dean nodded and pulled back onto the road and sped up.