by Amelia Esla
Megan put her hands up and came out from behind the wall. She saw the man, now. He was older, with short brown hair and a beard. He wore gray with a plaid over-shirt, dirty jeans, and an old baseball cap. But all Megan could see was the shotgun aimed at her chest. "See, that wasn't so hard." His voice was barely above a whisper. He knew she wasn't alone.
"Please don't shoot me," Megan whispered. "I had no intention of hurting you..."
"I ain't gonna shoot you 'till you give me a reason. Now, who are your friends? I know there's someone else here." The man lowered his gun a little but, and Megan relaxed slightly.
"Just some guys. We're, uh, we're trying to get to my old place. We just needed a place to stay." Megan explained. "But we can leave, let me just go get them-" She took a step toward the stairs, and he trained the gun back at her.
"Why don't you call them down."
Megan gulped, nodding. "Uh... Dean! Sam! There's someone here!" She yelled as loud as she could.
The man's face twisted into confusion. "Wait, wait- did you say-?"
Dean and Sam came running down the stairs, guns ready. But as soon as they were down, they both stopped where they were.
"Dean? Sam?" The man stared at them in awe, lowering his weapon. Megan stared at the three of them, confused.
"Bobby?"
10- Bobby
"Boys?" Bobby was in shock.
He never thought he would see his boys again. After everything that happened, he was sure they were either dead, or halfway across the country. It wasn't like they could keep in touch.
The last time he had seen them was right after their daddy died. They were both a mess, even if they didn't want to admit it. He had tried to help them through it, but all that touchy-feely crap wasn't one of his strong suits.
Bobby had been on his own for a long time, but he hadn't really minded. He had always worked alone. But out of everyone, he had only wished he could see the Winchesters one more time. It seemed God had granted him at least this one miracle.
"It's real good to see you, Bobby," Sam was the first to put his gun away, and go to hug him. Bobby leaned his shotgun up against the wall and hugged the kid.
"It's damn good to see you two. I never thought..." He let his words hang in the air.
He let go of Sam, and turned to Dean, who he had never seen look so close to crying. But he didn't. Instead, he grinned. And hugged Bobby without saying anything.
When he let go, he finally said, "I can't believe we ran into you. What are the odds?"
"I have no idea. What have you boys been up to this whole time?" Bobby asked, looking over at Megan who looked more than confused.
"Bobby... I... I think I remember them talking about you." She wasn't lying. The boys had talked to her about their old life, and she remembered Bobby being a significant part of that. "I'm Megan. We, uh, we met a few months ago."
"Pleasure to meet you," Bobby smiled politely, and then turned back to the Winchesters.
They all sat down in "Bobby's" living room, and exchanged stories.
Bobby had initially stayed in Sioux Falls, but soon that became impossible. The whole town became overrun, and Bobby had tried to manage it. People fled- going to where they heard were safe-houses and quarantine zones.
There were no such things, of course, so Bobby stayed back.
But eventually it became too much for him to handle by himself, so he hit the road in his pick-up truck, filled with books and supplies.
Unfortunately, just as the three of them had found out, living on the road was difficult. He had a problem finding gas for his truck, and was forced to move from car to car, until he finally found this place.
"Welcome to the new Singer headquarters, boys." Bobby scoffed, less than enthusiastically. "It's not as nice as my old place, and I don't have nearly all my old books. I don't know how helpful they are anymore, anyway."
Dean frowned. "They might be really helpful, Bobby. We've come across our fair share of the supernatural."
Megan shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Sam glanced over at her. "Actually, Bobby, we could use your help with something."
Bobby waited for an explanation, and after a bit of hesitation, said, "Well, spit it out, boy."
"It's me." Megan blurted out. All three men looked at her. "I need your help, I mean. To... figure out what I am."
Bobby stared at her. "Come again? What you are?"
Megan nodded. "I, uh... I don't think I'm human. I mean, i thought i was. But... i see things. And i kinda blew up a door."
"And she's immune." Dean added.
Bobby's eyes widened at that. "Immune to..." Dean nodded. "Well, now, that's something. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you,"
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"You two picked up a weird one," Bobby commented, searching through a pile of books. Sam and Megan were off searching for supplies in some of the other houses. Bobby had been through most of them nearby, but he never liked staying out for too long, alone.
Dean frowned. "She's not... well, yeah she's weird. But it's not her fault."
"I never said it was." Bobby searched Dean's face, and he could tell something was up. He had a look on his face that Bobby couldn't quite place. There was definitely something wrong with him, and not just the obvious.
"I don't know what kind of... thing she is. But she's good, Bobby. I swear. She's safe."
Bobby nodded, although he didn't entirely trust Dean's judgment. He could be too trusting when it came to people close to him. But he did like the girl. She seemed good-hearted. "You haven't hooked up with her yet, have you?"
Dean dropped the book he was holding. "What the hell, Bobby? No, of course not..." Bobby gave him a look, and dean sighed. "Alright, no. I tried, but... she wasn't interested. "
"She seemed interested." Bobby remembered how she was looking at him earlier.
There it was again. That look.
"Dean, be honest with me, boy. What's going on with you? And don't give me none of that It's the end of the world crap, because it's the end of the world for everyone. We're all gonna die sooner or later."
Dean clenched his jaw, not meeting Bobby's eyes. He spoke so quietly Bobby could barely hear him. "Some of us sooner than later, Bobby."
Bobby felt his heart skip a beat. "What does that mean?"
"I... I did something, Bobby. Something stupid."
Bobby sat down across from him at the table. "What the hell did you do, Dean."
Now Dean looked straight at him with tears in his eyes. "Don't be mad at me, Bobby. Please... just... don't be mad at me."
Bobby loosened his grip on the table when he realized his nails were digging crescent-shaped marks onto the wood.
"Sammy was dead, Bobby. It was the demon." Dean took a deep breath. He never thought he'd have to explain this to Bobby. Not to Bobby... "I couldn't just let him die..."
Realization hit Bobby like a wave. "Dean, did you... you didn't make a deal?"
Dean's silence was enough of an answer.
"God dammit, Dean." Bobby wanted to be mad at the kid. He wanted to scream and yell at him for what he did. He sacrificed his own life for his brothers. He gave up his own soul like it was worth nothing. Didn't he realize how important he was? How much he was worth?
He wanted to shout all these things at him- to make him understand. Instead, he settled for, "How long?"
"One year..."
Bobby nodded, remembering Dean's plea not to get mad. "Well... we're gonna fix this, Dean. I swear to you. We will."
"It's not that simple, Bobby... I-"
"I know it's not simple, boy. Nothing with the Winchesters are ever simple..." Bobby sighed. You would've thought he'd learned from his daddy's mistakes. "But that don't mean we can't try. I won't let you go to Hell, and neither will your brother, I'm sure."
Dean nodded, and was going to say something when Sam and Megan came back.
It was hard for Dean to tell Bobby about his deal. But it wasn't nearly a
s hard as it would to explain to him, or anyone, the secondpart of his deal. That, he would quite literally be taking to his grave.
11- Family Road Trip
"Wait!" Dean called to the demon.
The demon smirked. "That's what I thought. So, you ready to make a deal?"
Dean clenched his fists, fully realizing what a huge mistake he was making. But this was for Sam. He'd make this mistake for his little brother over and over. "Lets get this over with."
Whoa, big boy. Slow down. We aren't done negotiating, yet."
Deans face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about? I thought the deal was one year for Sam's life? You can't possibly want any less time for me!" He was already getting such a short time...
"Yeah, well, I'm going to need a little more than just your soul." The demon shrugged, like she wasn't holding his life in her hands.
Dean wanted to scream.'"What more do you want from me?"
The demon smiled again, and Dean wished he could strangle her right there. She was toying with him. She knew how desperate he was. She knew she could ask him for the world, and he'd give it to her.
"Oh, nothing, sweetheart. That would just be cruel. I don't need anything... not from you."
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"I've been looking through all my resources, guys. I can't find anything." Bobby slammed shut his book. He had been up all night, reading through what little books he had managed to take. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. He hadn't found anything for Megan, or Dean.
"That's why we need to get to Megan's house." Dean sighed. "That's where we were heading before we found you."
"It does make sense," Sam had to admit. "We need to figure out more about Megan. More than she can tell us herself." Sam wasn't entirely sure that they'd find anything, but it was their only shot.
Bobby nodded. "I'm inclined to agree. It's a smart plan. Should we hit the road, then?"
"Yeah, as soon as possible. I don't know how much shit you have, Bobby. We may wanna take two cars, but we only have yours."
"I can take care of that, I think."
…
Bobby pulled up to the house in a red Honda.
"Nice job, Bobby." Dean grinned, walking out with Sam and Megan.
"Thanks," Bobby got out of the car, leaning against the door. "She'll need fuel, soon. So will my truck over there. It's hard to come by, though. We'll be lucky to find any for a while."
"We already packed your stuff into the truck, Bobby. So you can drive that one with someone, and the other two will take the Honda." Sam explained.
"Good. Dean's coming with me."
Deans eyes widened and he pointed to himself, incredulously. "Me? Why?"
"What, you don't wanna ride with me or somethin'?" Bobby crossed his arms. He needed to talk to the kid. He wanted to get into his head, and figure out what was going on, since it was nothing good. He could tell that he was hiding something.
"No... no that's fine..." Dean answered. He didn't mind... he had just wanted some alone time with Megan. Not for anything likethat... he just wanted to patch things up with her; make sure they were still good.
"Good. You kids ready? Let's get the hell outta here."
…
Sam and Megan led the way, since Megan knew best where to go. They had months of road to backtrack, and they had to do it quickly. Luckily, this time they had an actual destination, and much more motivation.
"So..." Megan started, awkwardly. "Bobby's nice. He seems like a good guy."
"The best." Sam smiled. "We used to go over to his house a lot, Dean and I. He treated us like normal kids, you know what I mean? Not... hunters. Not when we didn't need to, anyway."
Megan looked behind them to the truck. Bobby was staring straight ahead, straight faced, but Dean was grinning. He was good for them, Megan figured. She was glad they had some happy memories to tell her, rather than the normal ones. And she was extra glad they found him again.
She turned back to the dash. "Dean seems to like him a lot. He's never talked about anyone so highly... other than you, of course."
Sam thought his words out carefully. "He always took a... special interest in Dean, I guess. I mean, he was great to me, of course. But... I guess Dean needed the extra attention, you know? He didn't have anyone constantly worrying over him, and paying attention to him. I had Dean."
In the car behind them, Bobby was worrying about Dean. "Boy, it's in everyone's best interest to be up front with me. There is something on your mind that your not telling me."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Come on, Bobby. I told you about my deal. You really think I have any worse secrets?"
"I don't care if it's worse... but it's written all over your face. I can read you just as easy I could your daddy."
Dean turned away, and Bobby took it as a sign. "Is that what this is about? John?"
"No, Bobby. It's not. I told you, I'm fine. I can't believe I'm stuck in this moving therapy office." Dean muttered the last part.
Bobby sighed. He wasn't going to get to Dean, no matter how hard he tried. The kid had always been private. He just hoped that whatever Dean was hiding wasn't going to come back and bite them all in the end.
…
"What do you mean, not from me?"
The demons eyes were gleaming. She strutted towards him, running her fingers down his arm. "It means, I'm already taking your soul. And your brothers already dead... what else do you even have to loose?"
Dean clenched his jaw, moving away slightly at her touch. "Then what do you want, bitch?" He spoke through his teeth.
The demon frowned. "Now, that's no way to talk to a lady. Especially not the lady who's about to save your brothers life." She paused, taking him in. "Listen closely, Dean Winchester. This is the only offer you're going to get."
12- Blood
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?"<
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"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.
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"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.
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"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."
"What?"
"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."