The Final Destruction 2

by Amelia Esla

  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!"

  5- New Plan

  "Why didn't you tell me?"

  Sam sighed. "I don't know, Dean. She was so worried about it and... I was trying to make her forget about it."

  Megan was currently asleep in the backseat. They had already calmed her down, and continued driving to nowhere. After a while she had fallen asleep.

  Dean hit the steering wheel. Megan had told them about her little outburst, and how she had broken down the door. She was certainly not human. Or at least there was something inside of her... just like Sam.

  Her remembered Megan's "vision" early, when she had found Sam. All she had done was help them... so maybe she wasn't human, but she wasn't a monster, that was for sure. He and Sam would figure this out and help her, no matter what.

  They drove in silence for miles. Dean wished Sam would fall asleep so he could have some time to think, but the stubborn kid never did. In fact, a few miles later, he started talking again. And it wasn't what Dean wanted to talk about.

  "Dean, what are we going to do about your deal?"

  "Sam. Do you really think that is the most important thing right now? What about Megan? We have to help her first." Dean tried to dismiss him, but Sam would not quit.

  "Megan's fine... probably. But you are definitely not." Sam turned to see Dean clearly. The light outside was starting to dim, and shadows fell over his brothers face. His jaw was clenched and he wouldn't look at Sam. "Look, man. You've spent your whole life looking out for me. It's about time I return the favor. I own you that much at least."

  "You don't owe me anything, Sam. I did this to myself, okay? It's not your job to look after me. I can take care of myself." Dean heard Sam scoff. "What?"

  "You can't take care of yourself, Dean. You've never had the occasion. If you had, we wouldn't be in this mess." Sam regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He knew he was being hard on Dean, and whatever his big brother said, he did owe Dean. But maybe this is what Dean needed to hear to finally realize how stupid he was being.

  Dean didn't say anything.

  "Oh, come on, Dean. Don't do this. Let me help you." Sam begged.

  "What's the point?" Dean questioned, finally. "What's the point of me even being here. The world sucks. The dead are cramming the streets. What good am I even doing anymore?" There was no one left to save. Sure, h
e had killed the demon, but did it even matter? They didn't know how many people were still out there. Probably not very many. And if he couldn't save people... what good was he?

  What's the point? Did Sam just hear his brother correctly? "The point, Dean? How could you even say something like that?" Dean glanced at Sam with an expression of confusion that broke Sam's heart into a million pieces. "The point is, we need you. Megan and I can't do this without you. You're important to us, Dean. You're my big brother, and no matter what I'm going to need you around. Got that?"

  Dean opened his mouth to reply, but for the life of him he couldn't find the words to answer that. He could sense Sam's equal worry and agitation radiating from the passenger seat. "Yeah, okay." was all he said.

  Sam nodded, turning his body to the other side to get comfortable. "Good. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up if you need me to drive."

  …

  Megan's first thought was of Dean. Of his comfortable embrace when she was having a meltdown. Of his soft voice reserved for just Sam and her.

  When she opened her eyes, she recognized the sticky leather seats of a car beneath her. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. It was darker than she remembered it being outside. It had to be late. Or early.

  Sam was fast asleep on the passenger side. He was crumpled up in a seemingly uncomfortable position, but his breathing was even. Dean was driving; he was humming some rock song and tapping his fingers in rhythm on the car door.

  After a few moments, Dean seemed to notice she was awake. "Mornin', Sleepin' Beauty. At least, I think it's morning. "

  Megan smiled and mumbled "Morning." He had barely looked at her, and she knew why. "I'm... I'm sorry about last night, Dean. I kinda freaked out there..."

  Dean waved it off. "Don't sweat it. Everybody's due a meltdown every once in a while. You feelin' better, now?"

  She nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I just... I just wished I knew what was wrong with me, you know? At least then I could deal with it."

  "Who said something was wrong with you?" Dean asked. "Obviously you're... something weird. But that doesn't make you wrong." He recognized the same look from Sam's face when he talked about his visions. He didn't want Sammy feeling like what he waswas his fault, and he didn't want Megan feeling that way either.

  Megan couldn't help but smile. "That's sweet, really. But... I'm not... I'm not human. Or at least part of me isn't. You know more about this stuff. Have you ever run into something like me?"

  "Well, let's see. You're 'soul' is bright. You found Sam, God-knows-how, and you blasted down a door. I guess I've seen some stuff like that before. But I've never seen a monster who didn't know it was a monster." He instantly wished he could take back the monster analogy. "I've also never seen a monster that helped*people, not hurt people."

  "I don't know how I found Sam. It... it was like I was connected to him somehow. I could feel him, ya know?" Megan shook her head, laying back in the seat. "No, I guess you don't. I just sound crazy."

  "You're not crazy. You're just..." He couldn't think of what to say, and he wasn't sure he was helping. He figured it was best to change the topic now. "I don't know. Don't worry about it. Sam and I are gonna figure it out." He cleared his throat. "So, how'd you sleep?" He added, lamely.

  They had awkward conversation for half an hour before Sam finally awoke, saving the day.

  Megan took over driving, and Dean took the passenger side, while Sam got the back. "Where are we even going? What are we doing?" Sam asked, mostly to Dean. Dean had to have a plan, right? If not for fixing him, than for Megan.

  "If we want to find out about Megan- we have to treat this like any other case." Dean explained. "And what's the first thing we do for a case?"

  Sam shrugged. "Research. Interview witnesses. Check out the scene."

  Dean nodded. "Right. We've already talk to the witness- " He motioned to Megan. "And we've tried to do research. So now. The only thing left is the scene." Megan and Sam both looked at him expectantly. "It's not obvious? We're going back to Megan's house."

  6- Never Gonna Give You Up

  "My house? Why would we go back to my house?" Megan gripped the steering wheel, but kept the car in place. "That's all the way back where you met me! It's been months..."

  Dean really wanted to lay down and rest for awhile, but obviously that would have to wait. He sat up to face both Megan and his brother. "Look, you didn't just wake up one morning with... whatever abilities you have. Something must have happened. Either you were born with it, or you got it somehow. Either way, your house is the best place to look for clues."

  Megan pursed her lips. "Okay, fine. But in that case we shouldn't just go to my apartment. We should go to my parents house, too. I had only moved out a couple years before."

  Dean nodded. "Sounds good to me. Now, if you excuse me, I've been driving for hours, and I need to sleep."

  …

  While Dean slept, Megan drove and Sam kept her company. They maintained pleasant conversation, mostly focusing on their lives pre-apocolypse. Megan talked about her family. Her emotionally-distant mother, her lovable but irresponsible father, and her brother, Sean.

  "Sean was older than me. He would always tease me and mess with me- anyway he could." Megan couldn't help but smile as she thought of him. "He was a great big brother. Just like Dean."

  Sam nodded, but didn't add anything about Dean. Of course Dean was a great big brother. He was more than that, really, but Sam couldn't really explain that. But it was his brothers devotion to him that got them where they were now. It was that sense of duty and responsibility to Sam that was going to kill his brother in just a years time. It had Sam starting to wonder just how healthy his and Dean's relationship really was. "He sounds like a nice guy. How much older was he?"

  "Just two years. It helped, being close in age. It kept us closer." Megan couldn't help but put her self in Sam's shoes. She was a younger sibling, too, and she would be absolutely devastated if she knew he died for her to live. It wasn't something she could even imagine. She also had to wonder if Sean would have made the same deal as Dean did. He was a great brother, but he never had to be her protector. He never had to feel responsible for her life and well-being. Not in the way that Dean obviously did. "Even so, Iwish we could have been as close as you and Dean." She hadn't meant to add that part out loud, but she was certainly thinking it.

  Sam bit his tongue, not wanting to say anything bad about his brother. Because she was right, they were close. Closer than Sam was with anyone else he'd ever known, and probably ever will. But at what cost? "Well, we had to be, growing up like we did. All we had were each other."

  Megan glanced over at Sam. She could see the sadness in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking... Dean, his brother, was going to die. Because of him. She wanted desperately to cheer him up, to make him feel better. She wanted to be able to help him. She wished that whatever she was, that she was powerful enough to help Dean get out of his deal. But she didn't even know what shew was. She was useless. "We're gonna help your brother, Sam." She spoke quietly, knowing Dean was asleep right behind them. "Whatever happens... Dean's not going to Hell."

  Sam closed his eyes. He could feel tears building up in his eyes, and he struggled to contain them. He was not going to cry. Not now. Not in front of Megan. "Thank you. I know... we'll figure this out. Together." He only hoped that they were right.

  …

  They ran out of gas two hours later.

  Up until this point, they had been pretty good about keeping extra gas in the car, but they hadn't found any in quite awhile. Megan drove until the car literally stopped moving anywhere. "God, dammit!" Dean slammed his fist onto the hood. "What the hell do we do now?"

  It was rhetorical, of course, since nobody knew what to do. They had a hell of a long journey back to Megan's house, and no car. And they didn't exactly have time to waste, given Dean's expiration date. They had to figure something out, and fast.

  Dean closed his eyes and sighed. "Get your bags. We hav
e to keep moving."

  Megan popped open the trunk and collected her belongings. Sam took the opportunity to talk to Dean, privately. "Dean, I know you don't want to talk about this right now. But do we really have time for this little road trip? I mean, especially on foot, it's going to take a long time to get back to Megan's house. And you're running out of time..."

  "So is Megan, Sam. We're dealing with one problem at a time." Dean retorted.

  "She is not! She's fine. Scared, maybe, but she's okay. You, on the other hand, are dying."

  "I know I am, Sam!" Dean yelled, suddenly. Megan froze with her bags, and Sam just stood there. "I know I'm dying, Sam. We're all gonna die sooner or later. I made my choice. I dug my own grave. We all have choices, Sammy. And sometimes we pick the wrong one. But I'd do it again in a second. So yes, I'm going to die. Sooner than later. I know that. I signed the deal myself. You can't do anything about it, so you might as well give it up, already!"

  Megan tightened her grip on her bag and stared at her feet. It was obvious she could hear them now, but she still didn't want to budge into their conversation.

  Sam clenched his jaw. After a moment, he shook his head. "I can't."

  "You can't what?"

  "I can't give up on you, Dean. I just can't. And I'm sorry that you can, so easily. But I will not." without waiting for a response, he marched over to the trunk, grabbed his one duffel bag as well as Dean's, and slammed it shut. He threw Dean's bag to him, and started down the road. It was his cue to go.

  Dean glanced over at Megan, who was now staring at him, sadly. He motioned for her to come, and then followed Sam. They walked in silence.

  7- Bad Ideas

  It took hours for them to find even a building. They eventually came across an old house in the middle of nowhere. "This doesn't scream bad idea at all..." Dean muttered as the wandered up to the house.