Dead Already

Her Very Soul Breaks Loose

"What are we gonna do?" Megan asked aloud.

She was trying to get things moving. Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and Sam was sitting on the bed, holding their fathers journal. Both of them were walking on thin ice, and neither wanted to say something to upset the other.

Dean had just sold his soul away to get Sam back, and he just wanted to be done with it. He just wanted to kill the evil son of a bitch that started all of this, and finally put to rest the 23 year old vendetta.

Sam just found out his brother sold his soul away to keep him alive, and he was pissed. He was angry that Dean would do something like that, especially after what Dean went through with their father. But at the same time, he felt guilty as hell for being mad at the person who gave up everything for him.

So instead of voicing their feelings any farther, they remained silent.

"Guys? What about the demon? How are we going to find it?"

"I don't know," Sam shook his head and dropped the journal on the bed. "We still don't know very much about him. All I know is that he only wants one of us special children alive. And now there's just me."

"Even if we find it, we don't know how to kill it." Dean added.

Megan bit her lip. Part of her wanted to slap them both and tell them how stupid they were being. But the other recognized what situation they were in, and wondered how even she was managing to function right now.


"Now, now. Why would you want to kill me?"

All three of them spun to see the demon standing before them in the doorway. His yellow-eyes gleamed dangerously. Dean was the first one to move. He had no weapon, no plan of action, but he had to do something. As a result he was flung across the room and into the wooden desk. The wood cracked at the impact and he fell right through it.

"Dean!" Sam and Megan shouted simultaneously.

The demon grinned. With a blink of the eye, he had Sam pinned up against the wall. He felt like his whole body was being crushed, and he could barely breathe. He looked over at Dean, who was still face down in the pile of wood that was the desk.

Finally, the demon turned to Megan, who was frozen in fear.

She thought back to the first time she met Sam and Dean. The first time they were attacked, and, just like now, she froze. She had learned so much since then, and yet she couldn't move. That time, Dean had grabbed her and run, like it was second nature to protect. Now, he was unconscious, Sam was somehow hovering in the air and pinned to the wall. She was by herself, and most certainly going to die.

"Well, I haven't met you before." The demon stepped towards her and she felt her breath catch. "Tell me, are you a hunter, or just some unlucky bitch who ended up with the wrong people?"

"Go to hell," Megan managed weakly. The demon was just inches away now, and his hand reached out to caress her cheek. She flinched away from the touch, but he didn't stop.

"Poor choice of words, girl. That's where Dean is going I hear." He laughed. "Nice place, really. Although, it's absolute torture most days." His fingers skimmed down her face to her neck and chest, finally resting right over her waist. She put her hand out to stop him, but he grabbed it, squeezing it tightly. "You're much to pretty to die. Why don't you wait while I have fun with these boys, huh?"

With that, he threw Megan through the doorway and out of the room. Her body connected with the wall, and she landed in a pile on the ground. A dull pain shot through her back, and she just managed to open her eyes as the door to the room slammed shut. Damn it!

Meanwhile, Dean was beginning to wake up. His head hurt like hell, and he could feel something warm and sticky dripping down his face. He blinked his eyes open, and pulled himself into a sitting position. When he stood, his vision got dark and blurry, but he didn't have any time to fall before the demon though him into a similar position to Sam.

"Not so fast, Dean. I'm talking to your brother, over here."

The demon fixed his gaze on Sam. "Nice to see you again, Sammy. I must say, I'm surprised to see you alive. After what Jake did, I thought the next time we'd meet you'd be stumbling around, blank faced, with blood dripping out of your mouth." Sam grimace and the demon laughed. "But big brother Dean over here just couldn't have that. I'm glad though. I was rooting for you, anyway, Sam. I wanted you to win."

"Why?" Sam hissed. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

"Because you're going to be my leader, Sammy!" The demon proclaimed. "You're going to do what you were born to do- lead my army of demons. You're tough, you're smart, you're well-trained. You're my favorite."

"I'm not gonna lead your army, you bastard." Sam growled. "You killed my mother, and my father. You ruined my whole life. I'm going to kill you."

The demon curled his lips into a sneer. "Oh, Sammy. Don't be that way. Besides... you won't be able to kill me. Not before I kill your brother, anyway."

He turned his attention back to Dean, who he left fall to the floor. Dean hit the ground hard, but refused to go unconscious again. He could hear Megan banging on the door, and he was at least glad that she was safe. For now, anyway.

The demon bent down to Dean's level. "Dean, Dean, Dean. You just had to go and sell that soul of yours, didn't you. Hm, like father like son, I guess." It beamed and Dean scoffed, albeit weakly. "You see, I could kill you, nice and slowly just like your daddy. And oh boy, do I want to. You've been such a pain in my ass. But I'm on a schedule here. Gotta get Sammy over there ready for his big day. So instead, we're going to get this over with. It's your lucky day."

The demon stood again, and reached into his pocket. Dean held back a gasp as he saw him pull out the Colt. Dean knew it was their only chance at killing this thing, and there was only one bullet left. And the demon was about to use it on Dean... leaving Sam and Megan completely defenseless against it. He had to do something.

"What, this is it?" He ground out. "I bring back your leader from the dead, totally save your whole plan, and this is how you repay me?"

The demon snickered, his yellow eyes sparkling. "I think we both know you didn't do this for me. You didn't even really do this for Sam, did you? No, you brought Sam back for yourself. You just didn't want to be all alone, right Dean?"

Dean's eyes flickered to Sam, who was still trying to break free of the demons hold on him. "Shut up you-"

"Sh," Dean felt a new pressure on his chest, like he was being hit by a car. He could barely breathe, let alone talk. "Silence Dean. You didn't want Sam to turn into one of those... things, right? One of the undead? Well, how sure are you that what you brought back is 100 percent Sam, anyway? How sure are you that he isn't just another zombie- with a bit more brain function, maybe?"

Dean didn't reply- he couldn't. The demon just shrugged, and raised the gun, pointing it right at Dean's heart. "Oh well, Dean. It looks like your time is up."

The door wouldn't budge. Megan pounded on it until her fists hurt, but she knew it was useless. She could hear the demon talking to the boys, taunting them. She knew it was going to kill them unless she did something about it.

But God damn it... she was too weak. She had never been physically strong- and nowadays she wasn't eating like she should've. She could only eat what they could find, and it wasn't really enough. Her arms ached, her legs ached, everything ached. The only thing she had going for her was this rush of adrenaline, that she thought was supposed to give her superhuman strength. Yet here she was, on the other side of the door, completely and utterly useless.

She could feel her body getting hot with anger. She felt her fingers curl into fists beside her. She was angry, she was infuriated at the own weakness, and the demon inside who was going to kill Dean and do who-knows-what with Sam. In that moment, she was blind with rage. She had no idea what happened, but it was as if her energy- her very soul- exploded from within her, and bee-lined straight for the door. It erupted from her and crashed into the door. The door collapsed with enormous force. Pieces ricocheted off, but the main piece flew across the room, and landed right on top of the demon.

In his bewilderment, the demon was knocked off balance, and tumbled onto the ground. He dropped the Colt, just inches away from both him and Dean. As he fell, the invisible force holding Sam against the wall disappeared, and Sam collapsed onto the floor.

Dean felt the pressure being released off his chest. He had no idea what had happened, but he had no time to figure it out. He instinctively snatched the Colt before the demon even had a chance to react. He aimed it right at his head. He saw the demons yellow eyes go wide with fear and astonishment, just as he pulled the trigger.

They were already in the car before anyone even said a word.

They were all in shock, and all in pain. They wordlessly piled into the car, and Dean drove off.

He didn't know where they were going, but it didn't really matter. They just had to get away from that hotel.

The Colt was in the backseat beside Megan. She was curled up, with her knees at her chin, staring blankly at the road.

Sam was holding his head, looking back and forth between his brother and the dashboard.

Dean was focused on nothing but the road. HE gripped the steering wheel with all the strength he had left, and drove.

Ten minutes into their drive, Sam finally spoke.

"We did it."

Dean glanced at his brother for the first time since they were in the car, but didn't say anything.

"It's dead. The demon is dead. After all these years... it's over."

Finally, Dean smiled. "You're damn right it is."

Sam grinned, letting his hands fall to his lap. He sighed in relief. He almost never thought that this day would come, but here it was. "Nice shot, man."

Dean laughed. "Thanks. But I could only take it because..." Suddenly, he remembered the door smashing into the demon, knocking him down. "Megan?" He turned to see her, but she didn't reply. She just continued to stare at nothing.

"Megan, are you okay?" Sam asked. "Megan?"

They were met with no reply, and Dean pulled the car onto the side of the road.

The boys got out and into the backseat. They sat on either side of Megan, and tried to get her attention. "Megan. Megan, it's okay. It's over." Sam coaxed, trying to gently pry her arms open. Megan just shook her head, and started to cry.

Dean wrapped his arms around her, smoothing her knotted hair and rubbing her back, like he used to do with Sam when he was little. "Megan, it's okay. What's wrong?"

Finally, Megan let go and buried her face in Dean's shirt. She muttered something that neither of them could understand.

"What did you say, Megan?" Sam spoke quietly.

"There is something wrong with me." Megan cried. "I'm a monster. I'm a monster!"

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