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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 11:10:31 GMT -5

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ooc; SEASON ONE. EPISODE TWENTY-TWO.

"Meg has Dad" Sam asked in panic as soon as Dean had hung up. "Yes." Dean grabbed the colt from where Sam had left it on the nightstand and tossed it into his open duffel bag. "Dean, what are you doing?" "We're leaving" Dean announced, zipping his duffel closed and shouldering it. "What? Why?" Sam's eyes stayed trained to where he'd seen the colt disappear. "The demon knows we're in Salvation. He saw us at the house last night. They've got Dad. We're next." "So let him come for us." Sam balled up his fists, wondering why in the world Dean was so set on running away rather than fighting. "We can take him." "Listen, tough guy, we're not ready" Dean insisted, wrenching open the motel room door. Sam's first mean, internal reaction was to say "well maybe you're not, but I am", but he reigned it in, knowing that after the high stress time was over, he would regret it.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 11:20:38 GMT -5

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"We need a plan" Dean went on as they sped away from the motel. "They're probably keeping Dad alive somewhere but we need to figure out where." The Impala was teetering on the edge of 100 miles an hour by this point. "Once we figure that out, we can arrange a trade. Dad for the colt." There was silence from the passenger seat. He finally risked a sideways glance and saw Sam watching him with glassy eyes. "Dean, if that were true" he finally said thickly, "why wouldn't Meg have mentioned that in her call? Dad...he might be..." "Don't say it" Dean interrupted steadfastly. "Look Dean, I don't want it to be true anymore than you do" Sam pressed on. "But if he is, then that's all the more reason to kill this damn demon. We can still do it. We have the colt and"- "Sam" Dean warned.

"What?" Sam gave a defensive shrug. "I'm just thinking like him. Doing what he'd want us to do. He'd want us to finish this thing." "Stop talking about him like he's already dead" Dean insisted forcefully. Sam tried again. "But Dean"- "Listen to me" Dean cut him off for the third time. "He is not dead and everything stops until we get him back." He floored the gas pedal.

"Everything."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 11:45:04 GMT -5

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The next few minutes passed in silence. Sam wasn't sure what to say and it didn't look like Dean was much in the mood for listening to anything anyway. Finally, he ducked his head, gave the bridge of his nose a tired pinch, closed his eyes, tried to focus all his energy on finding their Dad rather than the demon, and then opened his eyes and lifted his head. "So how do we find him?" Dean gave an exhausted sigh. "I don't know...maybe go to Lincoln...the warehouse...see if there are any clues?" "Come on Dean, do you really think that these demons are going to just leave behind a trail" Sam scoffed before he could stop himself.

"You're right" Dean replied woodenly, surprising Sam with how readily he had admitted to defeat on that particular plan of action. "We need help."
~~~

It had been years since Sam had last seen Bobby Singer. Years since either brother had seen him. But he still looked the same. "Thanks for the help, Bobby." Sam bestowed a grateful smile upon him before diving right into the pile of books Bobby had pulled aside for reading upon their arrival. Bobby handed a flask of whiskey to Dean. "It's no problem. Your Daddy's in trouble. Of course I'll help." Dean gave a twisted smile. "Yeah, but the last time you saw Dad, you threatened to blast him full of rocksalt...I mean, you cocked the trigger and everything." Bobby shrugged innocently. "What can I say...John just sort of has that effect on people, you know?"

From behind the heavy leather-bound volume he was reading, Sam had to smile. "He does, Dean."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 12:25:06 GMT -5

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Dean couldn't exactly argue with this point. "I guess he does" he admitted with another crooked smile. "Bobby, does all this stuff really work?" Sam interrupted the "moment", pointing at an elaborately drawn symbol. "Hell yeah" Bobby assured him. "That's a devil's trap. You get a demon in there and they're powerless." Dean nodded, impressed. "Well then what are we waiting for?"
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"Something's wrong." Bobby glanced out the kitchen window. The birds had stopped chirping, the neighbor's dog had stopped barking, and the sounds of silence were only too prominent. And then, without warning, the front door was blasted from its hinges. Dean couldn't control the waves of hatred that just seemed to emanate from within his very soul at the sight of Meg, standing in the now open doorway with a cocky smirk. "Time's up boys. I want the colt. The REAL colt." "Bite me" Dean retorted dryly. "If only you were my type Dean." Meg winked. Dean tried to subtly go for the flask of holy water on the desk but it wasn't subtle enough. With a wave of one hand she sent him flying. Dean felt his head hit something solid and his back connect with a bookshelf which toppled over and landed on him. Wincing, he struggled to dig himself out of the mess.

From across the room, he could hear Meg addressing Sam while advancing on him and Bobby. "No more games. No more crap. I want that gun Sam. NOW." "We don't have it" Sam lied at once. "We buried it." "Didn't I just say no more crap" Meg exclaimed violently, still advancing. Sam kept Bobby behind him as they backed up. "You know...for all I've heard about you Winchesters, I gotta say...I'm a little disappointed. I mean first Johnny tries to give us a fake gun and leaves the real one with you two chuckleheads...and now you're trying to say you don't have it either? Did you honestly think we'd just let you keep it? Did you honestly think you could hide out here and I wouldn't find you???" "Actually." Dean had finally managed to free himself of the pile of books and was now standing in the library's entrance, looking smug.

"We were hoping you would."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 12:39:31 GMT -5

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Sam watched in triumph as Meg's eyes slowly consulted the stretch of ceiling directly above her and the smile slid right off of her face. "A devil's trap? You've got to be kidding me." "Get comfy" Sam advised her, stepping forward to help Dean wrestle her into a chair and bind her wrists to the armrests tightly. "You know Sam...between having me thrown out of a building and this little ordeal...I'm beginning to think you aren't that interested in our relationship proceeding" Meg joked, unfazed by her predicament. Sam set his jaw. Bobby crossed his arms and leaned back, perching on the edge of his desk. "Well ain't she a smart one." Sam checked to make sure the ropes were secure and then stepped back out of the circle.

"She's all yours Dean."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 12:52:07 GMT -5

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Dean didn't need to be invited twice. He stood in front of Meg with crossed arms. "Where's our father Meg?" Meg smiled slyly. "You didn't ask very nice..." she sing-songed. A muscle in Dean's jaw twitched. He rephrased the question. "Where's our father bitch?" "Ouch." Meg's tone was far from insulted. "You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait...I forgot. You don't, do you?" Dean got right up in Meg's face, placing one hand on either armrest. "You think this is a friggen' game?? Where is he? What did you do to him??" "He died screaming." Meg went right on smiling. "I killed him myself."

A cold block of ice settled in Dean's stomach. His breathing became shallow. Meg was getting to him and she could easily tell. Dean brought back one hand and then let it fly forward again, delivering a solid right hook to her jaw. She gave a surprised grunt of pain, her head snapping back from the force. "That's kind of a turn on you know" she breathed after a minute, shaking back some of the short blond bangs that had fallen into her eyes during the hit. "You hitting a girl." Dean took a step back, mentally pulling himself together.

"You're no girl."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 13:12:01 GMT -5

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Sam watched his brother attack Meg with a well deserved and well executed right hook. But aside from the fact that it seemed to abate some of Dean's visual anger to just take it out on her, it worried Sam. The thought of his father being dead was devastating to him, and he could only imagine the thoughts and emotions swirling around inside of Dean right now. After punching Meg, Dean strode away from the chair and back into the kitchen to get some breathing space. Sam glanced at Bobby and the two of them followed suite. "She's lying, he's not dead" Dean insisted the second he saw their faces.

"Whether she is or not Dean, you still can't hurt her." Sam and Dean stared at Bobby, gobsmacked. "Why" Dean finally managed to ask. "Because she really is a girl." Bobby gave a helpless shrug. "That's a human girl being possessed by a demon. Can't you tell that?" Sam peered back into the library where Meg was still trussed up. He couldn't see what would make Bobby so sure it was a girl possessed by a demon rather than just a demon. He actually wasn't 100% sure what the difference was, come to think of it. He and Dean shook their heads 'no' at the same time in answer to Bobby's question. But then, Dean followed that up with, "you mean to tell me that there's an innocent girl trapped in there?" Bobby sighed. "Unfortunately, yes." Dean picked up a heavy, dust-covered book and handed it to Sam, who looked down and saw it was written in latin.

An exorcism.

"That's actually good news."
~~~

Sam carried the book tucked under one arm as they made their way back into the library. He kept one eye on Meg and the other on his brother, concerned with the murderously edgy look in Dean's eyes. Meg saw the book and chuckled. "Aww...are you gonna read me a bedtime story Sam?" "Something like that" Dean answered for him. "Hit it Sam." "My pleasure." Sam, having always had a pretty good handle on other languages, began to fluently read from the latin passage in front of him. In her seat, Meg began to shake and make strange gurgling gasping noises.

It was working.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 5, 2014 13:46:05 GMT -5

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"An exorcism" Meg chattered through her teeth. "Are you serious?" "Tell us where our father is and we'll stop" Dean offered. "You just won't take dead for an answer will you." Meg was breathing heavily, her fingers gripping the armrests until her knuckles were pearly white. Sam kept reading. "He's not dead! He's not! He can't be!" Dean's voice shook, making him very was aware of how childish and desperately emotionally vulnerable that sounded but it had come bursting out of him with little consent from his brain. He was also aware of how Sam's eyes flicked up from the book and he hesitated mid-verse. "Keep reading" Dean insisted, his voice steady again, crossing his arms and repeating his broken-record question. "Where is he Meg?"

"Ok, ok, ok" Meg gasped through the pain. "I'll tell you." "Sam, stop." Dean gestured wildly for Sam to pause the exorcism and got right in Meg's face again. "Where. Is. He?" "He's not dead. But he'll wish he was after we get through with him." Dean didn't even register the threat. His panic was subsiding. The block of ice that had been crushing his heart and lungs was melting. He wasn't dead. That was all that mattered for right now. For the third time in that minute Dean reiterated, "where is he Meg?" "A building in Jefferson City" she panted. "Where?" Dean wanted specifics. "I don't know." "And the demon we're looking for" Sam prompted. "Is he there?" "I don't know" Meg repeated weakly. "I swear. That's everything." Dean straightened up, staring down at Meg with a frosty expression. Without looking away, he gave an order. "Finish it."

Both Sam and Meg looked put-off by this statement. Meg for more obvious reasons. She thrashed against the ropes. "I told you the truth!" "I don't care" Dean returned flatly, spinning on his heel. "You said you'd stop" she shouted at his retreating back. He didn't even bother turning around. "I lied!" "Dean" Sam whisper-hissed, trailing after his brother. "We can still use her." "For what? She doesn't know anything." Dean took a swig of whiskey and passed it to Sam who passed it right back without drinking anything. "She lies. We know that." Dean took another swig. "Sam, there is an innocent girl in there. We have to save her." "You're going to kill her" interrupted Bobby, joining their conversation. Dean blinked. "What?" "You said she was thrown out of a building? And who knows what else has happened to her while that demon was pulling the reigns. She could have been shot and stabbed or drowned for all we know. The only thing keeping that poor girl's broken body standing is the demon inside of her." Dean felt a little ganged up upon here. "Listen to me, both of you. We are not just going to leave her like that! She's a human being!" "She won't survive" Bobby repeated. "Then we'll put her out of her misery." Dean couldn't believe he was the sane one of the group right then. That the other two were considering letting a demon stay in a girl's body just for information that she probably didn't know. He picked up the exorcism book which Sam had balanced on a nearby table and shoved it back into Sam's hands to finish making his point.

"Sam, finish it."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 7:36:56 GMT -5

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On an intellectual level, Sam knew Dean was telling the truth. That forcing an innocent girl to continue wearing a demon jacket just for the possibility that one day it might suddenly remember information they needed to know was wrong. That, even if that demon inside of this girl did know valuable information, which it probably didn't, it wasn't worth prolonging the girl's suffering. But that didn't stop his gut from wishing it weren't the case. From wishing that they could keep the demon tied up in Bobby's library for months, drowning it in holy water until it talked.

Just when it seemed that Dean had reached the end of his patience and was about to rip the book from Sam's hands and finish the thing himself, Sam turned back towards the library, set his jaw, and finished the last 12 words of latin. No sooner had the final word left his mouth then Meg threw back her head and let out a horrifying scream, accompanied by a mass exodus of black smoke. When it was over, the girl's body slumped forward in its binds. Her head was drooping and blood leaked in small droplets to the carpet below.

It was over.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 8:20:22 GMT -5

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Dean was holding out hope that Meg...the real Meg...might be ok. So when the exorcism was complete and nothing was left but her comatose body, he felt his heart sink in despair. He and Sam looked at each other, then at Meg, and then at Bobby who gave them a remorseful shrug as if to say "I warned you". But then, miraculously, Meg began to stir, whimpering in pain and coughing up blood. "She's alive" Dean breathed in relieved awe. "Call 911 and bring some water and blankets" he directed Bobby before rushing to Sam's aide in untying the ropes. "Thank you" were the first words out of Meg's mouth, followed by quite a bit of painful gasps as they moved her from the chair to a more comfortable lying down position. Even through her jacket, shirt, and pants, they could tell that a lot of her bones, if not all, were broken.

"Shh" Sam soothed her. "It's ok, just take it easy. Save your energy." Bobby came hustling back into the room with a pile of blankets and glass of water. As Dean took one of the blankets and spread it out over Meg's lower body, he couldn't help but ask, "was she telling the truth about our dad?" "Dean" Sam reprimanded, giving him a fleeting look overtop of Meg. Dean knew it would be better for her to not talk in general but he had to know. And he said as much. "We need to know Sam." Sam bit his lip in reluctant agreement.

"Yes" Meg whispered after taking a sip of water from the offered glass. "But...but she wants you to know...they'll...they'll be waiting...it's a...trap." Dean had figured as much but there was no way that was going to stop him. And he didn't have to check with Sam to know he felt the same before saying resolutely, "If Dad's in trouble and still alive, none of that matters. We're going." "Do you know where they're keeping him" Sam probed gently, having apparently gotten over his issues with making her talk. "By...the river..." Meg's voice was barely audible. "Sunrise..."

"Sunrise" Dean repeated, confused. "What about sunrise? What's happening at sunrise? Meg??? What does that mean??!!" But Meg's eyes, which had been fluttering under the heavy strain of keeping them open, had closed. It was too late.

She was dead.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 9:07:15 GMT -5

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"What do we do now?" Sam glanced over his shoulder worriedly at Meg's stone cold corpse on the library floor. Bobby removed his hat, ran a hand through his thinning hair and then replaced the cap. "You'd better clear off before the paramedics get here with questions" he advised. Dean fished the Impala's keys from his jacket pocket. "What are you going to tell them?" Bobby chortled. "What, you think you two invented lying to the police? I'll figure something out. Don't worry about me. Worry about saving your Dad." He gave Dean a clap on the shoulder, then pulled him into a hug and repeated the process with Sam. "And when you find him...bring him by sometime. I promise, I won't even try to shoot him this time."
~~~

"You're quiet" Sam observed as they readied themselves for whatever was about to happen. Not that there was much they could do. Dean finished filling the empty gas tank with salt and screwed its lid on tightly. "Just getting ready" was his automated response. "Dean, he's going to be fine" Sam promised as sincerely as he could. When Dean didn't say anything else, Sam gave up and went back to browsing the book on demons Bobby had lent them. "Wait a second" he muttered mostly to himself before taking up a white marker and clearing a space on the Impala's trunk. "What are you doing to my car" Dean wanted to know in a crabby tone, having looked up from the gallon he was filling with holy water. "It's a devil's trap." He finished the symbol and blew on it to make sure it dried. This didn't seem to help explain things to Dean. "So?" "So it keeps the demons out of the trunk. Sort of like a lockbox." "So" Dean repeated again, looking horrorstruck at the defacement of his baby. "So...we'll have some place to put the colt" Sam elaborated, closing Bobby's book and dropping it in through an open window of the car to rest on the back seat. "We're bringing the colt with us" Dean argued at once, to which Sam gave his head a disbelieving shake. "Dean, those demons are expecting us to bring the gun. And as soon as we hand it over, they'll kill all of us. The colt is our only lifeline and leverage and you know it. Besides" he went on insistently. "There are only three bullets left. We can't just go around using it on any demon. We need it for THE demon."

"No, what we need is to get Dad back in whatever means necessary" Dean countered. "Dean, do you know how pissed Dad would be if we wasted those bullets??" Sam gave his head another shake. "I'm just trying to do what Dad wants." "I don't care what Dad wants" Dean snapped, sounding an awful lot like Sam had back in the early days of their hunt for John. Which was not missed on either of them. Especially noticeable when the next words out of Dean's mouth were: "and since when do YOU care about what Dad wants??" It was a fair question. Sam swallowed hard. "We want the same thing. We want that demon dead. You used to want that too!" He took a step closer, his fists balling up by his sides. Revenge was eating away at his brain again. "Yeah, well, you and Dad may be so ready to just sacrifice yourself for the cause, but I'm the one who will have to bury you! So thanks but no thanks!" Dean took his own step forward until the two of them were nose to nose.

"The colt stays here Dean" Sam insisted, without backing down an inch. "Fine" Dean said after a moment. Sam's eyes searched his older brother's face, not 100% believing his sudden agreement. "I'm serious Dean." "I said fine Sam!" Dean pulled the colt from an inner pocket and tossed it into the open trunk. Sam nodded, his jaw set.

They were ready.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 11:24:36 GMT -5

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Dean waited until Sam had turned away before making an executive decision that he did not regret or feel guilty about in the slightest. He snagged the colt back out of the trunk, hiding it away inside his jacket again, before locking the trunk, pocketing the keys, shouldering their shared duffel bag of supplies, and catching up with Sam, who seemed to suspect nothing.

They rounded the corner and Dean stopped short. "I think I know what Meg meant by sunrise." Rising up in front of them was a several story high-rise building with the words "Sunrise Apartments" printed neatly on a sign by the front door. Children were playing in the lawn, adults were milling about, talking to each other and drinking coffee from styrofoam cups. It was their own little suburban paradise. Their own little suburban paradise that was, unbeknownst to them, harboring a few extra, unwanted guests at the moment.

"Pretty smart of the demons" Sam admitted begrudgingly as they approached. "They know exactly what we look like but seeing as how they can possess anyone they want..." "We can't hurt them" Dean finished glumly. "A building full of human shields." He looked skyward, putting together a plan. He was therefore ready when Sam posed the question, "so how do we get in?" "Pull the fire alarm" Dean responded promptly. "Get all the innocent civilians out." "But then the city will respond" Sam pointed out. "In what? Seven minutes?" Dean smiled affirmatively. "Seven minutes exactly."
~~~

"What happened? Is there a fire?" Dean approached the only firefighter still left by the idling truck. "We're trying to figure that out now sir" the fireman assured Dean calmly. "I just went to do some errands and came back and...well I have a yorkie upstairs...he pees when he gets nervous..." Dean rambled on and on, allowing the fireman to escort him back with all the building's other concerned occupants. His job was done. He'd given Sam more than enough time to slip behind the truck, and gain access to the spare firemen's uniforms. After the fireman had helped him "calm down" and returned to his job, Dean met up with Sam by the back entrance where they donned their disguises and then walked right into the building with no further problems.

"That was too easy" Sam muttered as Dean pulled his EMF detector free and began holding it up to the doors they passed. "How much do you want to bet this next part won't be." Dean gave a shrewd smile. "Our lives" Sam hazarded as a guess and Dean could hear the slight twinge of amused irony in his voice that suggested his face held the same sort of smile. Dean kept a straight face.

"Oh good, that should about cover it."

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 11:48:22 GMT -5

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Sam shook his head with half a smile, wondering what it said about them that they were so casually cavalier about the idea of dying. Him, more so than Dean. But still. You definitely had to be comfortable with the idea that every day you could die if you were going to be a hunter. He was still considering this when Dean's EMF detector starting lighting up and emitting siren noises. The brothers shared a look of concentration and determination before breaking down the door. Sam used his fireman's hose to spray holy water on the pair of demons that attacked them, backing them into the closet, screaming the whole time. Then, while Dean used all of his body weight to keep the door closed, Sam spread a line of salt in front of it. Only then did Dean feel secure enough to push away from the closet door and join Sam in the search for their father.

John Winchester was lying on his back, tied down with multiple ropes and chains. Sam opened the back room's door and both he and Dean laid eyes upon him at the same time. All the air left Sam's lungs. The congealed blood on his father's face surrounding the black eye...well it was troublesome. He couldn't even make himself move so it was Dean who eventually braved their unspoken fears and moved to check for a pulse. Dean's "he's breathing" was the air that filled his lungs back up, allowing him to start thinking straight again. So when Dean went to untie him, Sam hesitated. "Dean, wait." Dean stared at him. "Are you nuts?" "He could be possessed for all we know" Sam pointed out. "We need to be certain."

A few shakes of holy water over his face later and John began to stir. "Sam?" He blinked a few times, his voice hoarse from lack of use. "Why are you pouring water on my face?"

Yep. He was their father alright.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 6, 2014 12:32:54 GMT -5

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Dean closed his eyes and let out a breath of thanks and relief before snapping them back open and cutting John free from his bindings. "Come on." He was fully aware that even if the two demons in the closet couldn't get to them through the salt, others would be arriving soon. He and Sam helped their father to his feet and then with John in the middle, one arm around each of his sons' shoulders for balance, they moved slowly towards the front door. Only to be greeted by a now-possessed fireman holding an axe. "Let's go" Dean very unnecessarily ordered as he and Sam backed up, steering their Dad back through the bedroom they had just exited. The window led right to a fire escape and was the only other way out of the place.

Dean helped their Dad down it, Sam following close behind after he had salted the window sill in their wake. "Come on" Dean repeated. "Let's get out of here." No sooner had the words left his mouth then Sam was being tackled by a demon, who began delivering blow after blow of supernaturally charged punches to the face. "Sam!" Dean helped John slide down into a seated position against the side of the building, dropped the duffel bag of supplies from his shoulder to the cement, and ran full speed at the demon. Barely looking up from Sam, it gave one wave of the hand and Dean was sent flying.

Picking himself up off the hood of the car he'd landed on, Dean took one look at Sam's bruised, bloody face, and wasted no more time on the pros and cons of his next plan of action. Instead, he grabbed for the colt and let one of the remaining three bullets fly.

Straight into the demon's head.

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Devil's Trap. // Dean // Oct 7, 2014 9:01:13 GMT -5

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After nearly dying from head trauma, Sam and Dean (with Sam stumbling most of the way) helped their father as quickly as possible to a very remote, out of the way, abandoned cabin and laid him down to rest in the back room before salting every single one of the doors and windows securely. No demon was getting in.

As Sam finished the last of the final window's salt line, he went over a dozen variations of what he wanted to say to Dean in his head and wasn't satisfied with any of them. He knew his brother tended to skirt emotional conversations of any size or shape but he couldn't avoid this any longer. "Hey, uh, Dean?" He saw Dean's expression tighten warily and knew without having to be told that Dean was expecting him to say something about bringing the gun after promising not to. Which had been the first thing on his mind. But he threw Dean a curveball by ignoring the gun completely and addressing the second, more important issue. "You saved my life back there." "Guess you're glad I brought the gun then" Dean quipped with a dry smile. "Dean...I'm...I'm trying to thank you here, ok?" Sam gave him an exasperated look.

Dean's expression grew serious. "You're welcome" he replied after a moment of silence. Sam could tell that something was still bothering Dean and it didn't take long for that something to make itself known. "Sam...you know that guy I shot...there was a person inside." Sam looked at his feet awkwardly, unsure of what to say, and then back up to his brother's tortured face. "You didn't have a choice Dean." "I know that" Dean replied, surprising Sam. "That's not what bothers me." Sam's brow furrowed. "Then what is?" Dean looked blankly into space. "I didn't hesitate. I just shot him. The things I'm willing to do for you and Dad...the things I'm willing to kill...it scares me sometimes, that's all."

Sam was once again stumped for an answer.

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