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Chapter 51: Devil's Trap Part 2

Dean shifted in the seat next to me. I knew he was watching me look out the window. He'd attentively touch my leg or move the jacket back over my shoulder when it slid down.

"Hey…" He said and I turned my head to look at him. "You okay?"

My head didn't shake no or nod yes; I just kind of looked at him. "I'm…just trying to deal with things before we get to Jefferson City."

Dean nodded, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Everything will be okay, I promise."

I scoffed and he scrunched his eyebrows at me for a moment. I didn't mean to put his hopes down like that. He was actually building his confidence levels for whatever came next and there I was, knocking him back down again. But him saying that he promised for everything to be okay when we didn't know what to expect wasn't exactly comforting. Actually, it just sent my stomach reeling.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly, seeing his expression. I moved closer to him and threw my arms around his neck and squeezed him. It took him a moment, I'm guessing he was building himself back up, but he put his arms around my waist and squeezed me just as tightly. He buried his face in my hair and whispered assurances; things I didn't want to hear but listened to anyways, his voice was comforting enough.

"You guys have been quiet." Sam said turning onto a small side road by the river.

"Where are we?" I asked, pulling back from Dean.

"Near Jefferson City, saw the population sign up ahead."

Sam parked the car and turned the engine off.

"Are we getting ready here or something?"

"If Meg was right we need to be on the lookout for anything that could explain Sunrise. We can walk from here."

"Oh can we?" I asked sarcastically, getting out of the car.

"Look, Andy, I get that you're upset okay?" Sam said as he and Dean got out of the car as well. "But you need to put it behind you. If we're gonna fight this demon and help my dad then we need you sharp."

I just shook my head at him. Put it behind me? Just forget all about it? It had only been somewhat of a person, I wanted to spat at him, I guess being possessed makes you less than human. So when someone dies right in front of you, with it being a year of them not really living at all, just sweep it past you. It doesn't matter. It was just a person at one point, a happy living girl at one point. Right? Just forget about it.

I looked at Dean for a moment and as he opened the trunk of the car. He didn't say anything, hell; he didn't even look at me after Sam said that. He must have agreed with him. Well screw both of them, I wasn't just going to push this death behind me and forget all about it. I couldn't; it'd somehow be the end of me.

I turned on my heel to sit in the car. "Fuck you, Sam." I muttered.

"You didn't even know Meg, Andy. It's not like she was your best friend or anything." Sam retaliated, throwing harsh words at me. I'm guessing he heard the lovely word I had thrown at him. I stopped and turned to look at him carefully. His words felt like dirt being thrown into my face; right into my eyes.

"So I'm just supposed to forget about it like it never happened? The way you forgot all about Jessica?"

I could swear I saw Sam's eyes turn red. I hadn't meant to make him that angry; I was just trying to make a point. Jessica had been human and died a supernatural death. Did Sam forget all about her, just sweep it behind him? No, I knew for a fact he thought about her everyday. So when he came from behind the trunk like a bat outta hell and roughly grabbed my shirt, I just let him do it.

"Don't you dare talk about her!" Sam screamed; his angry breath hot on my face.

"Hey!" Dean yelled, finally seeming to pay attention to what was going on. Guess it took Sam slamming me up against the car for him to give a damn. "Sam, Sam!" Dean pried him off of me and he looked between the both of us. "What the hell is wrong with you two? Huh?"

Neither of us answered and I just sunk into the seat of the open passenger door.

"You two are so wrapped up in your own personal crap that if we find dad, you wouldn't be able to help him if you tried!" Dean looked at us both, angry and tired.

I felt bad now, but not for Sam. I meant every single word I had said to him. I was tired of apologizing for things that I had meant all along. I felt bad for making Dean have to yell at us like we were children. He had enough problems to worry about and I was just adding to it.

"He's gonna be fine, Dean." I said quietly.

But Dean didn't reply, he just scoffed angrily and returned to the trunk, Sam in his wake. Great, now both of them were angry at me. I shook my head and laid back in the seat as I listened to them. Dean was right, now was not the time to get wrapped up in my own problems. But then again wasn't Sam trying to say the same thing?

"Dude, what the hell are you drawin' on my car?" I heard Dean ask and I sat up in my seat to look out the door.

Sam was drawing some kind of symbol from the book he was holding. It looked like a pentagram, inside a circle with little do-dads surrounding it.

"What is that?" I asked him, rounding the car. He looked up at me once and then back down at the book.

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

"So it basically turns the trunk into a lockbox." I said, thinking out loud.

Sam nodded. "That's the idea."

"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get your dad?" I asked.

Dean whipped his head around so fast to look at me I thought he damn near broke his neck. "What are you talkin' about? We're bringin' the Colt with us."

Sam glanced at me. Maybe it was just me but it looked like he was begging me to take his side with this. "We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left."

I felt like I owed him, plus, I agreed with him. "We can't just use 'em on any demon, Dean." I said, looking over the trunk and at Dean. "We've got to use 'em on the demon."

"What are you two best pals now?" He spat, looking between the both of us. "No, we have to save Dad, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get."

I went to speak up again and Dean gave me this look that said, 'I really don't need this from you too, Andy'. I rolled my eyes. So I was only allowed to say anything when my opinion meshed with his? I was only allowed to speak up when I agreed with him and it didn't make him angry? "Dean, you know how pissed your Dad would be if you used all the bullets."

"I don't care!" Dean yelled. He looked at me and I swear that glare he gave me was lethal. "And since when do you care what the hell he wants? Huh? You pickled a fight with him the last time we saw him, unless you don't remember the little love tap he gave you."

Sam interrupted Dean's rant. Great, now I needed Sam to come to my rescue. That made everything better. "She just pointing out that we want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too! Hell, you're the one who came and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean! I'm just tryin' to finish it!"

"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that?" Dean asked Sam carefully. "You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you." He said harshly, looking at me. It looked like he couldn't bear the thought and my heart suddenly shuddered and ached for him.

"Look," Sam said quietly. Like his voice alone would kill us. "They are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all." He let that seep in for a moment before he continued, like none of us knew what death was and had to think about it. "That Colt is our only leverage, and you know it, Dean. We cannot bring that gun. We can't."

"Fine." Dean answered roughly and took the gun out of his pocket. He threw it in the trunk and slammed it closed. "You happy now?" He asked and walked past me.

I just shook my head and took off his leather jacket to place in the back seat. Yeah, I was flipping ecstatic.


After Dean turned back around the lock up the car and truck we walked along the river and finally made it to this little boardwalk as we entered Jefferson City. It had been at least twenty minutes and no one said anything. We heard cars, other people and each other breathing but no one said anything.

"Okay…" I stopped, which made them both turn slowly. It made me feel like they didn't want to stop at all; they were so wound up with listening to themselves breathe and to keep what they really wanted to say at bay. "I know every one is mad at me." I started and Dean and Sam exchanged a glance. "And I'm sorry okay? That girl, I know I didn't know her but when she died, I felt something break. This job, it never really made me use to the fact that people could die right in front of me, and there was nothing I could to help her."

Sam looked at the ground and Dean shifted on his feet. I had made the whole situation worse; my mouth was known for that.

I just shook my head and sighed. "I'm sorry." I said again and went to walk between them to the end of the boardwalk. If I could write down how many times I had said I was sorry to these two, I could fill a book. Emotions were high and tensions were strung, it was hard not to burst out and say things to them when I thought it, whether it was intentional or not.

Dean came up behind me and grabbed my arm. For a moment, I thought he was angry. But when he turned me and I saw his face, it was pure need and love. He didn't want to be mad at me, this could be that last hurrah and no one wanted to regret anything. He pulled me tightly around him and kissed me deeply. I responded almost instantly, carefully sliding my tongue against his, smelling the musk and cinnamon flow off of him as the wind blew.

"You have no idea how much of a pain in the ass you are, do you?" He asked me, lowering his hands to knot them with mine.

I shook my head. "Makes you love me, right?" I asked him, my voice full of hope. I didn't think I could handle something less than a yes.

He shook his head. "No." And my breath caught in my throat. "Makes me love you all the more."

He ran his top teeth along his lips and gave me a long kiss on my forehead. "You do know I learned how to be this frustrating from you?"

He pulled back and chuckled softly. "That, I don't doubt. But you definitely learned to whine like that from Sammy."

I shoved him playfully and he laughed again; it was a nice sound to hear. When we found whatever Sunrise meant it'd be straight back to serious faces and tensions reaching their peaks.

"Guys." Sam said suddenly, making us pull apart and look at him. "I think I know what Meg meant by 'Sunrise'."

Dean's face fell and let go of my hand to head over where Sam was. I looked to the sky and cursed whatever god heard me think that last sentence and headed over to where they were. There was an apartment complex across the street and bingo; it was named 'Sunrise Apartments'.

I scoffed, looking at them. "Son of a bitch. That's pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people, they can possess almost anybody inside."

"Yeah. And make anybody attack us." Sam said, looking at the building and all the people that were outside. It, for some reason, sounded very sarcastic coming from him.

"And so we can't kill 'em—a building full of human shields." Dean said looking at me. Great, now I was nicknamed the tag 'Sympathy for possessed humans'.

"Stop looking at me like that." I muttered and Dean smiled, kissing the side of my head.

"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they can look like anybody." Sam said, leaning back and thinking.

"All right, so, how the hell are we gonna get in?" I asked them.

I could literally see their thinking caps go on. "Pull the fire alarm. Get out all the civilians." Dean thought.

"Okay, and then we have what? Seven minutes exactly until the city responds?" I asked and Sam nodded.

"Exactly seven minutes."

I let out a breath between my lips. Sam snuck out first, everyone silently choosing him to set off the alarm. We waited until he reached the building and I grabbed Dean's hand, squeezing it tightly.

Dean looked down at me, smiling comfortingly. "What, you're not scared are you?" He asked.

I leaned on his shoulder. He had no idea. "No." I lied.

He smiled and kissed my head. "Good girl." He muttered against my hair. "Me neither."

For some reason I got this extremely worrying pit in the bottom of my stomach and it felt like it lit my nerves on fire. Something bad was going to happen. And it wasn't me being paranoid either. I knew it. Somehow, deep in my gut, I knew something bad was going to happen.

"Dean…" I said, making him look down at me once again.


Before the words could leave my lips the fire alarms rang out and Sam came out of the building not a moment after.

"Come on." Dean said, pulling me up off the ground.

I didn't get a chance to tell him but I chalked it all up to anxiety. I mean, of course my nerves were amped up to a ridiculous level. In seven minutes, all hell was going to break loose.


The fire trucks responded just as we planned they would, seven minutes later. Everyone that didn't want to burn alive gathered in front of the building. We joined the crowd, all having specific things to do.

Dean approached one of the firemen and acted like a civilian who was terribly worried about the Yorkie he had upstairs. I rolled my eyes and clutched the EMF in my hand as Sam and I snuck past the firemen and headed around back. We guessed Dean would join us in a few minutes.

I pulled on Sam's jacket as we headed towards the back. "Hey, fire escape?" I asked him. "It'd get us into the building faster?"

He nodded and hoisted me up in his arms to put me on the shaky fire escape. I opened one of the windows to the building and waited for him.

"Where's Dean?" I asked him.

Sam shrugged. "He'll be on his way."

"He better be. He apparently has a Yorkie that pees when it's nervous."

Sam smiled, following me out of the door and into the hallway of the apartment complex. We were halfway down the hallway when a fireman turned the corner and nearly knocked me over.

My heart jumped up in my throat and I could tell Sam was ready to knock him out. The firefighter put up his hands and removed his mask and I almost slapped him when I realized it was Dean.

"What?" He asked me as I put my hand over my heart.

"You scared the shit outta me, you ass."

Dean smiled and shrugged, putting the mask under his arm as we walked. "I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up."

"You never told us that." Sam griped as I put the EMF to each room, but still received nothing.

I shrugged. "I never told anyone I wanted to be a nurse."

"Like a really sexy naughty one?" Dean asked.

I rolled my eyes and Sam cleared his throat. "But you hate hospitals."

I shrugged. "It was before my mom died."

"You could still be one you know." Dean said thoughtfully. "I know exactly what store to go to."

"You know where that fire extinguishers going if you don't shut up?" I asked him, motioning to the extinguisher on his back.

Dean chuckled and shook his head, leaning over me to see the EMF meter. "Maybe we screwed up." I said and moved the meter to another door. It started beeping frantically and all of us exchanged a look. "Or, maybe not…"


Suddenly the door unlocked and we pushed through it all at once. We temporarily threw the man and woman who were in our way off balance but then they just looked at us, eyes coal black, pissed off as ever. Dean started spraying both of them with the fire extinguisher and yelled for me and Sam to shove them into the closet. It took a lot of effort and pushing but we finally got them there and slammed the door shut. We held the door shut; the pounding and screaming make both of us wince as Dean poured a ring of salt around the door so neither of them could exit. Dean pulled off the firefighter uniform as Sam and I stepped around the circle.

I motioned to the bedroom and we cautiously started walking towards it. All our senses were peaked as we approached the room, just in case there was another demon or something else behind it. We entered the bedroom, pushing the door open slowly and there John was, tied to the bed.

"Dad?" Dean asked frantically, heading over to one side to untie him.

I checked the pulse in his neck, looking towards the ceiling as I tried to feel for a heartbeat. "He's still alive." I was about to help Dean untie his father when I saw Sam wasn't moving.

"Come on." I said.

"Wait." Sam said making Dean and I stop. "He could be possessed for all we know."

Dean's mouth literally gaped open. "What are you, nuts?"

I nodded, letting go of John. "He could be right. It doesn't hurt to make sure."

Sam took out the Holy Water as Dean stood back and sighed angrily. He thought this was a waste of time, which okay, it could have been. But it wouldn't do us any good to untie and haul him out of here if he was possessed. I watched Dean as Sam sprinkled Holy Water on John's face. He actually looked angry and offended that his dad could be possessed by a demon. It was a hard fact to face but possession could happen to anyone. We were learning that the hard way.

John didn't sizzle like we were preparing ourselves for. He coughed and opened his eyes. "Sam? Why are you splashin' water on me?" John asked.

All of us smiled, relieved. "Dad, you okay?" Dean asked, untying him.

"They've been druggin' me." John said, looking out the bedroom door. "Where's the Colt?"

"Don't worry, Dad. It's safe." Sam said as John sat up and Dean helped him up.

Something was tugging at me. Why would demons need to drug John? They were stronger than humans; they didn't need to drug him to keep him where they needed him. Maybe they were afraid that John would somehow would get out of the ropes, but that didn't make much sense either.

"Andy!" Dean screeched. I shook my head; so not the time to loose your attention span.

Dean and Sam had John over their shoulders and needed me to open the window. I jumped over the bed and unlatched it. Dean passed John to me through the window and climbed out onto the fire escape.

"Sam! Let's go!" Dean yelled, taking John from me and descended the stairs.

I watched Sam haul himself out the window and heard pounding on the one of the doors in the room we were just in. He lined the window with salt before following me down the stairs.

We all got down to the lower level, Sam jumping down before me to catch me as I jumped. As soon as we started double backing to the car, someone came out of no where and hauled a punch right across Sam's face.

"Sam!" I screamed as he fell straight on the ground, blood pooling around his nose.

The guy, I'm assuming the bastard had black eyes, started punching Sam mercilessly. I ran and jumped onto the guys back, trying to wrench him off. Which was an entirely stupid idea since all he did was grab my arm and throw me back off of him. I sailed through the air, landing against the windshield of a nearby parked car.

I wasn't sure what had happened after that, I was trying to make sure none of the glass had punctured my back. Which luckily, I don't think any of it did. It did take me a moment to roll off the hood of the car and I landed harshly on the ground, glass following me.

I felt the glass seep into my arms and my hands from the impact of the fall, but it was nothing that I couldn't deal with. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot and I looked up to see Dean holding out the Colt. The fucking bastard had that damn gun the whole time. But then again, I guess that had been a good thing. But every bad situation that could have happened was now flashing itself through my head because Dean had had that gun on him.

The guy who had been attacking Sam fell to the ground, dead. Dean ran over to Sam and I picked myself up off the ground. He helped Sam to his feet and I groaned, removing little bits of glass from my hands and arms.

"You alright?" Dean asked Sam and Sam barely nodded. I winced as I saw his face. The poor thing had cuts and swells of skin. He looked like one giant bruise. "Andy?" Dean turned and looked around for me wildly.

I waved him down, coming closer. "I'm okay. Just a bit of glass."

Dean sighed in relief and kissed my forehead. "Help him okay?" Dean told me and I let Sam lean on me. "Come on, we've got to get out of here."

"You okay?" I asked him as I helped him over to where Dean was helping John up. Sam grunted in response and I laughed out of irony. I needed to learn to stop asking that.


Dean managed to drive to a rundown building for us to hide out in. It was nearing night by the time we reached there and we started salting everything down. I sat Sam on the bed and put a cold cloth on his eye. It was swollen pretty badly and I handed him the Advil from the duffel bag. "Here, you are most defiantly going to need this."

Sam nodded and took the pills from me, swallowing them dry. "Hold this." I told him, pushing the cloth into his hands. He did so and winced again. I stood from the bed and kissed his head, running my hand through his hair.

He managed to give me a thankful smile and I walked over to Dean, who was securing one of the windows.

"John in the other room?" I asked him and he nodded, not looking up from what he was doing. "How is he?"

"He just needed a little rest, that's all." He locked the window as tight as he could and looked at me as he leaned against it. "How are you?"

"I'm okay. My hands hurt but looking at damage control, it could have been worse. Poor Sam." I said looking over at him. He had leaned back up against the wall and closed his eyes with the cold cloth over top of them.

Dean hoisted himself up off the wall and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight hug. I ran my hands over his back and squeezed him every so often. I thought the hug was over a few times but he just stood there and held me, it was apparent he was afraid to let go.

"Hey." I said against his shoulder. "I'm okay."

He nodded and pulled back, kissing me on the lips. I pushed mine against him, desperately telling him that I needed to feel him. The kiss seemed to go on forever until we heard Sam groan. When we pulled back he was looking at us.

"You manage to make out when we're hiding in a rundown building, huh?" He asked us as Dean smiled slightly. "Unbelievable."

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

Sam got up and patted Dean on the shoulder as I held onto one of his arms. "Man, I'm tryin' to thank you here."

Dean smiled. "You're welcome." After a few moments though Dean's smile faded and he looked at me and Sam seriously. "You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there."

My face scrunched up in sympathy and I squeezed Dean's forearm. "Not so easy to forget is it?" I asked and he shook his head sadly.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam said, on account that it was his life that Dean saved.

"That's not what bothers me." Dean said, interrupting whatever Sam was about to go into.

I looked at him confused. "Then what does?"

"Killin' that guy, killin' Meg…" Dean wrapped an arm around me and squeezed. "I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you guys or Dad, the things I'm willin' to do or kill, it just….it scares me sometimes." He said quietly and I leaned up to kiss his cheek. He leaned down and rested his head against mine.

"It shouldn't." We turned to see John standing in the doorway. "You did good."

"You're not mad?" Dean asked timidly, shifting against me.

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You watch out for this family. You always have." John said proudly and Dean looked slightly confused.


Dean was looking about five percent confused but I was full on bewildered. John wasn't angry at Dean at all for using the Colt? The one and only thing that could kill this demon? The only thing he had found in how many years? No, something wasn't right…something didn't feel right.

Suddenly, the lights in the room began to flicker and the wind outside started shaking the house. All of us looked around wildly, like the house would fall down from the wind alone.

"It's found us." John said. He looked at Sam and Dean. "You two, check the lines of salt in front of every window, every door." He ordered.

Sam nodded and headed out the nearest door. Dean, for some reason unknown to me, handed me the Colt with a reassuring kiss. He then followed Sam to look over the windows.

"Andy, give it to me." John said, looking around the room. He looked frantic, like the demon was going to burst through the door any minute and attack.

"I don't…."

"Come on Andy!" John rushed. "I won't miss. Now, the gun. Hurry."

I held up the gun to him but then pulled it back, taking a step back from John. No. This wasn't right. Something in my head was screaming at me over and over; this was wrong. If I learned anything from this job it was to follow your instincts and they were telling me to stay the hell away from him.

He looked at me, confused and angry. "What are you doing?"

"You'd be furious." I whispered. "That Dean wasted a bullet. You wouldn't be proud of him. You'd tear him a new one." I raised the gun and cocked it. "You're not John."


He raised his hands up in front of him like I planned to kill him. "Andy, it's me."

"No, you're not. I know you're not my dad, but you're the closest thing I have to one anymore. I've lived by you and with you all my life. You're not him."

"What the hell has gotten into you?" John spat at me. "Your father would be so disappointed in you."

"Andy? What the hell is going on?" Dean asked me as he re-entered the room, Sam not far behind him.

"Your girlfriend has lost her mind." John tried to inform him.

I shook my head no. I was a hundred percent certain. "He's not your dad."

"What?" Sam asked, not wanting to believe it.

"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." I said. The hand I had the gun in was shaking.

"Don't listen to her, boys."

Tears were flooding to my eyes as I looked at Dean. He was looking to the floor, trying to sort out what to do in his head. I was making him do it, after I promised I'd never give him that decision again. I was making him choose.

"Dean please, I'm not crazy." He looked up at me and then at his dad. "Please, you have to trust me. Please…" I begged him, tears coursing down my cheeks. That's what people who loved each other did; they trusted each other.

"You know, we don't have time for this." John said looking at Sam. "Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me."

Dean shook his head, looking at Sam. "No. No."

Sam looked at Dean as he slowly walked over near me. "Give me the gun." He said softly, putting his hand gently on my forearm. I had to trust him now, trust him that this wasn't just a ploy for me to not point a gun at his father. I slowly gave the gun to him, swallowing a sob. He nodded, running a hand through my hair. "That's my girl."

Sam joined us too, wrapping an arm around my waist and holding me to him as Dean pointed the gun at John.

"Fine." John answered tearing up. "You're all so sure? Go ahead. Kill me."

He hung his head in sadness and Dean just shook his head and looked at me sadly as he lowered the gun. Suddenly John looked up and his eyes shined a fiery orange.

"Dean!" I screamed.

But it was too late; all of us were thrown back against the walls of the house by an invisible force. He smiled, looking at the gun on the floor and at all of us, squirming in our holds against the wall. "I thought so. Should have listened to your little girlfriend there Deany."

John picked up the gun off the floor and put it on a nearby table. "What a pain in the ass this thing's been." He muttered.

I turned my head to look at Dean. He was looking at the floor, most likely swearing at himself for not listening to me, but he was okay. Sam was alright too as I looked at my left. At least that was good. Hell, it was the only thing that was good.

"How did you know?" John asked as he approached me.

"That you were that demon we've been looking for? I didn't. I just knew you weren't John."

He smiled, putting his palm around my face and stroking it. "Well aren't you just the smartest cookie? I'm guessing tonight is going to be quite the tragedy for you isn't it? All these people in your life just keep dying don't they? By the way, did you like my daughters present?" He grinned, making his eyes seem to flicker like a flame.

"My dad's death wasn't my fault." I said stronger than I felt. "I know that."

John laughed darkly. "Do you now? Dean did help you through the healing process?"

"Leave her the hell alone!" Dean bellowed, making John take his hand off my face.

"Why? You weren't too keen in paying attention to what she was saying five minutes ago."

"Let my dad go. Or I swear to God—" Dean gritted his teeth in anger and frustration and John turned to look at him.

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

"Your daughter?" I looked at him confused. But then it dawned on me. "Meg…"

Dena looked at me and then to John, who just confirmed my sentence and Dean laughed. It was cold and hard. He shouldn't have been laughing like that. Not when we were trapped against the wall and losing.

"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?" John asked getting close to his face. "Your dad? He's in here with me—trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

Dean's face grew like stone and it looked like he wasn't feeling much of anything. "You son of a bitch!" He swore, trying once again to win out against the force that was holding him to the wall.

"You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" John asked and I shook my head and Dean said nothing.

"Bastard." I muttered and John twiddled finger at me.

"Watch your mouth young lady." He warned. He turned back to Dean and smiled wickedly. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did kill your mommy. Still, two wrongs don't make a right."

"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam asked, speaking up.

"You mean, why'd I kill your mommy and Andy's mommy and pretty little Jess?"

"Yeah." Sam seethed.

"Because they got in the way." He said simply.

"In the way of what?" I spat.

"My plans for you two—you two….and all the children like you." He said carefully looking at us both.

I glanced at Dean and I could tell he was terrified with the fact that the demon was so close to us. Even though I shook my head at him, he opened his big mouth anyways. "Listen….you mind just gettin' this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologue."

"Funny." John said walking back over to Dean. I squirmed and wriggled against the hold around me. Damn, it Dean. Now was not the time to be a hardass. Please, shut up. Did he think it was much easier for Sam and I to watch the demon so close to him? "But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth. You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is….they don't need you."

"That's not true, you son of a bitch!" I yelled.

John cocked his head at me. "What have I told you about that pretty little mouth of yours?" He asked me. He flicked his wrist and suddenly a huge cut sliced its way across my face and I screamed in pain.

"Stop it!" Dean and Sam both yelled.

I leaned my head down breathing heavily and whimpered, watching the blood slowly leak its way from my face and onto the floor.

"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh?" Dean spat, pissed as all hell. "Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." I saw him smile weakly as I lifted my head and John stepped back from Dean.

John lowered his head momentarily and when he raised it back up Dean started bleeding heavily from the chest and he screamed in agony.

"No!" I cried, wrenching sobs finding their way out of my throat as I stood there and helplessly watched him bleed to death.

"Dean! No!" Sam screamed.

Dean continued to scream as blood poured out of him. "Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" He pleaded. He was making me cry harder until I was full on weeping at the sight. The bleeding only got heavier and Dean cried and moaned in pain. Blood began pouring from his mouth and I wrenched myself against the demons' hold, the sobs wracking my body.

"Dean!" I sobbed. This couldn't have been happening. I was going to wake up soon. I had to. I'd wake up in bed, Dean's warm body next to me. I'd cry for hours just wanting him to hold me and he'd squeeze me and tell me that he was okay, that I was okay and that it was just some crazy nightmare. He was fine and right there. I closed my eyes millions of times, trying to block out Dean's wretched screaming. But nothing worked. I didn't wake up.

"Dad, please." He begged weakly. The bleeding stopped and Dean hung his head low.

Suddenly as John bowed his head, saying no like a mantra, all of us were released from the wall. Sam rushed over to the table and grabbed the Colt aiming it at John. I ran to Dean, the cries still coming from me full blast. I pushed my arms underneath Dean's and pulled him up to lean against me.

"Dean?" I asked, I prayed. "Dean…"

John's head lifted back up, sparkling yellow and oranges not familiar with the rainbow. "You kill me, you kill Daddy." He taunted Sam.

Dean grunted in my arms and I didn't care how much blood got on me. I hugged him as tight as I could; knowing the bleeding slowed as long as I held on.

Sam didn't hesitate. "I know." He shot John in the leg, electricity seeming to light his body on fire. He fell to the floor, seeming to be unconscious. Sam dipped down next to us and ran a comforting hand through my hair.

"Hey Dean, you doing okay?"

"Where's Dad?" Was all he wanted to know.

"He's lost a lot of blood." I said; my voice raw from crying. "We need to get him out of here."

"Sammy!" John suddenly screamed, making him jerk. "It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam stood and looked at his father, tears in his eyes. He was hesitating. "Do it, now!" John yelled.

"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean said, trying to go louder.

I squeezed him and he held onto me tightly. "Shhhh…." I tried to calm him. I placed kisses over his pale face.

"You've got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!" I looked up as John screamed at Sam and I shook my head no. Sam couldn't make that type of decision. It'd kill Dean, not to mention their father.

"No, Sam." I whispered.

Dean started crying and I ran my hands in his hair and placed my lips on his forehead. "Sam, no." Dean murmured and sniffled.

"You do this! Sammy! Sam…" Sam's name turned into a scream as John couldn't hold back the demon any longer. The black smoke erupted itself from John's throat and disappeared through the floorboards.

I saw John look at Sam sadly and disappointingly as Sam put the weapon down. I just put my lips back on Dean and rocked him.


Sam and I loaded everyone into the car. He drove to the hospital while John sat in the front and I was in the back with Dean. John was clearly in pain and pissed at Sam, while Dean just looked exhausted and upset.

It worried me to see him like that. I pulled him against me and kept rocking him slightly and he turned on his stomach and buried his head in my chest.

"Baby," I said and he looked up at me. The blood on his face made tears come to my eyes again. "I know you're tired but I don't want you to fall asleep okay?"

He nodded and shuddered. I felt his blood seep into my t-shirt. "Okay." He said roughly.

"Hey, I love you. So much, alright?" He wasn't going to die. I kept telling myself that. But I hadn't prepared myself for my mother's or my father's death. I was telling him I loved him in case. I wanted and needed him to know.

He smiled, tiredly. "I love you too, always."

"Just hold on, all right?" Sam asked us as he ran a hand through his hair. "Hospital's only ten minutes away." In a nervous habit he flipped the radio on and CCR's 'Bad Moon Rising' came softly through the speakers.

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

Sam glanced back at me ad Dean through the rearview mirror and shook his head. "No, sir. Not before everything." I smiled at him, proudly. "Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, all right, I mean; we already found the demon—"

A huge crashing noise filled the car and for a moment I seriously thought it was thunder. But then I realized the car was moving and that the crash had been a truck hitting the side of the Impala, sending us of the road.


I was having trouble breathing, I was aware of that. And I suddenly felt very cold. My skin was cold to the touch but I was well aware of mine and Dean's warm blood mixing together. Black and white sparks seemed to be lighting up my eyes and everything had a fuzzy haze to it. I felt my heart skip a painful beat and I leaned against Dean, who was unconscious. I couldn't feel his breathing against me. The last thing I heard was the car radio.

There's a bad moon on the rise.
Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.


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