Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}

13|Trap

I was right. Meg was the one summoning the Daeva. Sam had followed her to some warehouse and seen her using an alter to control it. He had also heard her talking to someone using a bowl of blood. Dean pulled some strings with the police officer he had talked to earlier about Meredith, and found out that both she and Ben were originally from Lawrence, Kansas, which made us think Meg was in league with the demon that killed Mary.

Dean had tried calling John again, telling him the address of the warehouse and telling him to meet us there on his voicemail. When we reached the warehouse, Meg called us out for hiding and then made the Daeva, which we could only see the shadows of, attack us. When we came to, we were all tied to three separate posts. Dean was in the middle with Sam on his left and me on his right.

"Hey, Sam?" Dean called over. "Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend... is a bitch."

"This, the whole thing, was a trap," Sam realized. "Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?"

Meg laughed at him. She was sitting in front of us on a chair, just watching us.

"And that the victims were from Lawrence?" Sam continued.

"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all," Meg explained.

"You killed those two people for nothin'."

"Baby, I've killed a lot more, for a lot less," she smirked with a sickly sweet tone.

"You've trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time," Dean smiled. "But why don't you kill us already?"

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we? This trap isn't for you."

Both boys got puzzled expressions on their faces as my eyes widened in realization.

"John. It's a trap for John."

"Oh, sweetheart- you're dumber than you look," Dean told Meg. "Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good."

"He is pretty good. I'll give you that."

Meg rose to her feet, walking over and straddling Dean's lap. I clenched my jaw, straining against my bindings. This bitch was just giving me more and more reasons to not like her. If she kissed him, I swear I was going to kill her myself. Dean, for his credit, was trying to lean away as best he could considering he could barely move while tied to the post.

"But you see, he has one weakness."

"What's that?"

"You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgement. And of course, he can't let anything happen to James Dawson's only kid," Meg smirked over at me. "I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody- nice and slow and messy."

"Well, I got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some... shadow to kill him."

"Oh, the Daevas are here in the room- they're invisible," Meg informed Dean. "Their shadows are just the only part you can see."

"Why you doin' this, Meg?" Sam cut in. "What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?"

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do- loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy- and Jess."

"Go to hell."

"Baby, I'm already there."

She smiled, getting off Dean and sliding over to Sam. I relaxed slightly, though I still didn't like her anywhere near either of my boys.

"Come on, Sam. There's no need to be nasty."

She leaned in to whisper in his ear, and I had to strain to still hear what she was saying.

"I think we both know how you really feel about me. You know, I saw you watching me- changing in my apartment. Turned you on, didn't it?"

"Get a room, you two," Dean grunted.

"I didn't mind," Meg continued, ignoring Dean. "I liked that you were watching me. Come on, Sammy. You and I can still have some dirty fun."

She began kissing his neck, and I gagged a little, feeling bile rise in my throat.

"You wanna have fun? Go ahead then. I'm a little tied up right now," Sam said calmly.

Meg just smiled at him, continuing to kiss him. A noise made her stop, and she walked around behind Dean's post to see a knife in his hand. Grabbing it, she flung it into the corner of the room and headed back around to the other side of the post, smiling. Dean chuckled guiltily and she slid back over to Sam.

"Now, were you just trying to distract me while your brother cuts free?"

"No. No, that's because I have a knife of my own."

Meg appeared confused as he broke free of his restraints, grabbing her shoulders and knocking their heads together. She fell to the floor while he groaned in pain.

"Sam! Get the altar!" I yelled at him.

He walked over to the altar and overturned it. Suddenly, the Daeva appeared and grabbed onto Meg. They dragged her across the floor and out the window, Meg falling the seven stories to the street below. Sam hurried over and cut Dean and I free and we all headed over to the shattered window, looking down at Meg's broken body.

"So, I guess the Daevas didn't like being bossed around," Sam stated the obvious.

"Yeah, I guess not," I agreed.

"Hey, Sam?" Dean asked.

"Hm?"

"Next time you want to get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?"

He smiled and Sam chuckled, shaking his head. The brothers started to walk off, but I just stared down at Meg for a moment. I couldn't shake the feeling in my gut that something was still off. I figured it was just my hunter's instinct, but before the boys picked me up, I had barely hunted in my life. This gut feeling had been something I had since I was little. I could just tell things about certain people, and more often than not, my instinct was right. Which was what scared me now.