Dakota Elizabeth Winchester

Chapter 41: Devil's Trap Part 1

A/N: "Fight the Good Fight" by Triumph

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Previously:Dean put the phone on speaker as someone answered, "You three really screwed up this time." Meg's voice said.

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"You're never going to see your father again." Meg promised before hanging up.

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"Meg's got Dad." Dean said as he slammed the phone shut and started pacing. Dakota would have pointed out the fact that they knew that since the phone was on speaker, but was too upset to give a good comeback.

"Okay. Okay." She said trying to think and calm herself down. Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed the Colt, tucking it into his jeans and started packing.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.

"We're gotta go." Dean said and Dakota walked over to her bed and grabbed her bag.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"The demon knows we're in Salvation for one." Dakota pointed out as she slipped into her jacket.

"And it knows we have the Colt. It's got Dad and it's probably coming for us next." Dean added.

"Good, we've still got three bullets left." Sam said.

"Yeah and we should strategize using them and not rush into." Dakota argued.

"We've still got a shot!" Sam said.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready. We don't know how many of them are out there! We're no good to many body dead! We're leaving...now!" Dean snapped as he walked to the door.

"Wait! Where are we going?" Dakota asked as she walked out the door after him.

Once they were all in the Impala, Dean gunned it and started putting Salvation behind them, heading nowhere in particular. Sam was still pouting in the front seat about not staying and fighting the demon.

"I'm telling you guys, we could've taken him." Sam grumbled.

"Be smart about this, Sammy. We need a plan." Dakota said.

"They're keeping Dad alive. We gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Dean said.

"But if that were true why didn't Meg mention a trade." Sam whispered.

"Shut up, Sam! Don't say that crap!" snapped.

"I don't want to believe it many more than you, but if he is, all the more reason to kill the damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job." Sam argued.

"Screw the job, Sam!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, I'm trying to do what we would want. He would want us to keep going." Sam said.

"Will you stop talking about him like he's dead. We aren't going after yellow eyes, okay? End of story! We need to figure out what the Hell are plan is first!" Dakota argued.

"Yellow eyes?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that's what color his eyes are. Normal demon eyes are black. I figured it was better than continuously saying 'it' or 'the demon'." Dakota explained.

"So how do we find Dad?" Sam asked after a moment of quiet.

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean suggested.