When Megan woke up, she felt like her whole body was on fire.
She could feel it in her heart- the fiery pain- and it spread slowly all the way to her fingertips and toes. She couldn't breathe, and she couldn't move.
Her eyes were open, and she could hear herself screaming, but she was in no control of it. She felt the car stop, and she could feel Sam's hands on her.
"Megan!? Megan, what's wrong?" He was yelling, but she couldn't respond. He was hovering over her, and she was looking into his eyes, begging silently for his help.
And then, it was over.
As quickly as the feeling had begun, it ended. She sat up, quickly, grasping at Sam for support. She tried to catch her breath, and Sam held onto her.
Dean and Bobby swung open the door. "What the hell happened?"
Megan held onto Sam's arm for dear life. "I don't- I don't know!" Her voice was hoarse. "I felt... I was on fire," She lied her head against Sam's chest.
"You were sleeping, and you just started screaming." Sam looked up at Dean. "I didn't know what to do."
They waited with her until she insisted they started driving again. She didn't want to hold everyone back. "It's okay, really. I feel better now."
They were hesitant, but they finally agreed.
Megan sat in silence as Sam drove. She held her arms close to her body. She could feel Sam looking over to her. She knew he was just worried, but it still bothered her.
"I could feel it, Sam..." She breathed. "I could feel it in me."
"Feel what?" Sam didn't like this. He didn't like this at all. It was all too similar to his own problem, yet... different somehow.
"I don't know. It's not me... it's something foreign. But I can feel it." She felt hot tears run down her face, but she didn't even try to hide it. "Someone did this to me... I don't know how I know, but I do. I wasn't born like this. This isn't me... this can't be me..."
Sam didn't know what to say to that. "We're going to figure out what's wrong with you, Megan. I promise you. And we'll figure out who did this to you..."
"I know. But... but what if there's no fixing me? What if we figure out what I am, and why... and there is nothing we can do?"
"There's always something we can do. You'll see." Sam didn't really believe that. He knew from personal experience that sometimes... there was no going back. But how can you saw that to someone? You don't. You tell them there's hope. Not because there is, but because they deserve to think so.
"Yeah, maybe..." Megan said, unconvinced.
"I'm not so sure she's gonna make it, Dean." Bobby sighed from the passenger side. Dean had taken over driving to give the older man some time to rest, but Bobby couldn't sleep.
"Why not?" Dean asked, worriedly. He wanted to believe that she would be okay, regardless of her predicament, but Bobby usually knew what he was talking about.
"Whatever she is, it's not agreeing with her. You saw her. It's killing her."
"How can that be?"
Bobby thought for awhile before answering. He honestly wasn't sure. "I don't know. But I'd bet that wasn't the last time she has an attack like that."
Dean looked at the car in front of them. He could see the silhouette of Sam and Megan's figure, and he felt a pang of guilt.
You had to do it, Dean...*He told himself. You had no other choice.
"That girl of yours is pretty special, you know." The demon continued.
Special? "What are you talking about?"
"What, you don't know?" The demon back away a few steps. "Didn't you think it was a little odd how she was able to find Sam?"
"How do you even know about that?'
The demon shrugged. "I hear things. She's somethin' else, Dean. You better be careful with her."
"Would you just get to the point?" Dean growled.
"Fine. I want her blood."
"Her blood, you moron. She's powerful, and I want to know how powerful." She crossed her arms, waiting for him to argue farther.
How the hell do I get her blood? "I don't know..."
"Well you better figure it out, buddy. Or you won't be seeing poor Sam alive, again." She knew she had him by the look on his face. She reached down and pulled a vile from her pocket. "Here," she said, handing it to him. "Fill up the vile with her blood, and bring it to a crossroads in two months. I'll be waiting."
Dean grabbed the vile. "Two months? Why two months?"
"Because that's what I said. God, you Winchesters just have to know everything."
Dean gripped the vile. "And what happens if I don't bring it in two months?"
"Then little Sammy goes back into the ground."
Dean clenched his fists. He had to do it. He had to save his brother... but the only way was to give the demon Megan's blood. "Fine. I'll do it. You'll have the vile back in two months."
The demon grinned. "Excellent. Now, how about we seal this deal?"
She pulled him down to her level, and pressed her lips against his. When she pulled away, the deal was done.
Dean couldn't help but feel he had made a mistake. He had to save Sam. He couldn't just let him die. But maybe the price was too much. Who knew what the demon would do with her blood? But it couldn't be good.
He knew how scared she was. And he knew she didn't deserve it. But what else could he do?