𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

079

I let out short, silent puffs of air as I climb up the abandoned elevator lift with the boys right below me. My arms ache and my legs quiver as I climb and work hard to keep my weight up. Reaching up to the top floor, I duck a bit when I catch sight of Meg in the room, turned away from me, chanting quietly into a bowl.

My movements are quick and silent as I slide my body onto the solid ground, eyes never leaving her back. Sam hands me my gun and I try as hard as I can to cock it quietly. Letting out an inaudible sigh of relief when she doesn't turn my way, I take the duffle Sam hands my way next and start for the back of the room as they climb out next.

We stay in the shadows, keeping our footsteps as light as possible until we are hiding behind some crates. I carefully take their guns and hand them shot guns instead, grabbing my own sawed off afterwards.

"Guys. Hiding is a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg says suddenly, not moving from where she stood.

"Damn." I mutter, looking down in defeat.

"That didn't work out like I'd planned." Dean whispers awfully loud.

"Why don't you come out?" She suggests, turning our way now. Slowly, the three of us rise to our feet, stepping fully away from the crates with each shot gun pointed at her. She walks closer to us anyways, despite having five barrels pointed at her. "Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship." She tilts her head, stopping halfway in her walk.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam replies.

"So, where's your little daeva friend?" Dean asks.

"Around." She shrugs. "And that shotgun's not gonna do much good."

"The shotgun ain't for the demon, sister." I smirk. She smirks back evilly and it makes my trigger finger itch in irritation.

"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam persists. She looks at him slowly with a smile.

"You." My eyes jump to the wall when I see a black shadow with claws rise up and before I could react I'm being flung into a pipe, hitting my head right on the nail. I hear Dean and Sam's shouts and grunts as the clicking of heeled boots nears me. Meg grips my sweater tightly and roughly lifts me closer to her face. 

"We've been waiting for you for a long time." She chuckles. I catch sight of her raising fist just before everything goes dark.

.....

My senses come back slowly. First, I taste the blood in my mouth, then it's the feeling of rope around my wrists, and the rough feeling of wood against my back. I snap my eyes open when I remember where I still am. I groan in pain and annoyance when the first thing I see is Meg sitting on the altar. Rolling my head to my left side, I see Dean and Sam tied to different posts, Sam still knocked out.

"Ah, so she awakens. I thought I hit you a little too hard." Meg grins madly. I tilt my head to the other side and spit out the blood that's sat in my mouth.

"Yeah, well. Next time, don't get your hopes up." I smile fakely. Sam's head jerks up after that, grunting when he tries to move his hands and finds them tied.

"Hey, Sam, don't take this the wrong way, but you're girlfriend...is a bitch." Dean says flatly.

"This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearing what you had to say—it was all a setup, wasn't it?" Sam asks. Meg only responds with a chuckle. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?"