Supernatural - S1 and S2
"Hey this is Meredith. I can't come to the phone right now. If you need help, you can call Dean at 765-555-0127. He's one of the best."
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The beginning of the end.
At least that's how it felt to Meredith. She sat crisscrossed on the twin sized bed of the motel they had returned to the night before. Her headache went away, thanks to the sleep she had gotten curled up next to Sam, and the painkillers. Air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath in, something she had been doing since she woke up that morning. The thought of seeing the demon again, the anticipation, filled her with gut twisting anxiety.
Throughout the night, John had set out all of the findings he had acquired in regard to the yellow-eyed-demon. The walls were covered weather charts, pictures, newspaper clippings, handwritten notes, pages torn out of books, and many more clippings.
On the table were strewn out papers and stacks of books. And with those, the antique Colt. John sat behind it, glancing at each of his kids. Sam was leaned up against the small kitchenette counter, and Dean stood beside the chair John sat in.
"So this is it." John gestured to the walls he had decorated. "This is everything I know. Look, our whole lives we been searching for this demon right? Not a trace, just...nothing. Until Meredith called me. For the first time I picked up a trail."
Dean looked down at him. "And that's when you took off."
John nodded. "Yeah. That's right. The demon must have come out of hiding, or hibernation."
Dean walked around to the other side of the table. "All right, so what's this trail you found?"
"It starts in Arizona, then New Jersey, California. Houses burned down to the ground. It's going after families, just like it went after us." John explained. "Meredith, what happened to you is an outlier."
"Families with infants?" Sam asked.
John looked down at the keyboard of the opened laptop. "Yeah. The night of the kid's six-month birthday."
"We were six months old that night?" Meredith glanced at her twin, then at her dad.
"Exactly six months."
Sam pressed his lips together for a second. "So basically, this demon is going after these kids for some reason." He let out a breath, a small scoff. "The same way it came for us? So Mom's death...Jessica. It's all because of us?"
As much as Meredith wanted to disagree, she couldn't help but to feel the same way her twin was feeling. She uncrossed her legs and got off of the bed. "We don't know that, Sammy." Meredith attempted to assure. But it wasn't convincing.
"Oh really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure we're on the same page with this, Meredith!" Sam exclaimed, raising his voice a bit. He pushed himself away from the counter.
Dean cut in with a tone of frustration, looking towards the two. "For the last time, what happened to them and what happened to you was not your fault!"
