From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

2.2 Monster

It was after dark, me and my brothers had gone to a house of a hunter named Jed, to see he was in an even worse condition that Olivia had been in.

We were walking outside as I spoke with Bobby on the phone, "We're in Jed's. It's not pretty. He looks even worse than Olivia. What about you?"

"R.C. I checked on Carl Bates and R.C. Adams. They've redecorated . . . in red," Bobby answered. I turned to face my brothers and hold up a peace sign to show them that two more hunters were killed.

Sam exhaled in confused and annoyance, while Dean shook his head in annoyance as he walked toward the Impala with Sam following.

"What the hell is going on here, Bobby?" I asked and followed my brothers, "Why did a bunch of ghosts suddenly want to gank off-duty hunters?"

"I don't know, but until we find out, you guys better get your asses to my place," He said. "We're on our way," I said before hanging up.

I climbed into the backseat and sighed, "Bobby said to come to his place." Dean nodded as he started the engines and we drove off. I sighed again, resting my head back on my seat, closing my eyes.

Tortures

Screams

Blood

Tortures

Screams

Blood

Tortures

Screams

Blood

Over and over again.

The same thing.

"Let them feel it, my Queen," He whispered in my ear as he placed his hand on my waist and felt his breath on my skin. "Let them be afraid of you."

I jerked awake and started to breath heavily. I blinked and looked around to see I was at the backseat of the Impala, but Sam and Dean weren't at the front seats. I climbed out, taking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out. I looked around to see I was in a Gus station.

I felt sick in my stomach because I suddenly had that nightmare again. I rubbed my stomach and sighed before hearing a door opening. I looked over to the side to see that Dean had his arm around Sam's waist and he was helping him out of the boys' bathroom. I frowned, "Sam?"

Dean handed me the rifle he was holding with his other hand before helping Sam to the passenger seat. "Let's go," Dean told me and we climbed into the car, and drove off.

"What happened?" I asked. "Call Bobby," Dean ordered me. I sighed and pulled out my phone to call Bobby. "Henriksen tried to kill me," Sam spoke.

I looked at him in shock, "What?" Bobby didn't answered and I groaned, "Damn it, Bobby! Pick up!" Dean looked at Sam and then back at the road, "How you feeling, huh? How many fingers am I holding up?"

"None. I'll be fine, Dean," Sam said. "Henriksen?" I asked as I called Bobby again. "Yep," Sam said. "Why? What did he want?" Dean asked. "Revenge, 'cause we got him killed," Sam said. "Sam," Dean warned. "Well, we did, Dean," I said, giving up on trying to get Bobby on the phone.

"All right. Stop right there," Dean said, "Whatever the hell is going on, it's happening to us now, okay? We can't get ahold of Bobby, so if you're not thinking answers, don't think at all." Sam and I exchanged a look before I leaned back against my seat, sighing as we all stayed quiet, driving fast to Bobby's house. 

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It was morning by the time we got to Bobby's house. We walked inside quickly with salt shot guns and looked around. "Bobby?" I called.

We looked through the whole house with guns raised. Dean snapped his fingers at me and Sam and nodded to the stairs where a fire iron was lying down. We walked toward it and I kneeled next to it.

Dean pointed to the stairs, "Scar, you'll go check," He whispered and pointed at Sam, "You check outside. I'll check down here."

Dean searched in the first floor again and Sam walked outside. I stood and walked upstairs to the second floor.

I walked through the hallway, "Bobby?" Suddenly all the doors slammed closed one by one and one door at the end of the hall slowly opened wide. I walked forward cautiously, "Come out, come out, whoever you are."

I stopped when I felt the air around me turn colder. "Scarlett Winchester," A woman's voice spoke behind me. I turned around to see a girl with shoulder-length hair, her face looked very familiar. She tilted her head, "You don't recognize me?"

I tilted my head as I thought really hard. I pictured her with short, blonde hair and realized who she was. "This is what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut," She said. "Meg?" I asked. Meg smiled, "Hi."

She took a step forward and I raised the gun toward her. She hold up her hands in a harmless gesture, "It's okay, I'm not a demon."

"You're the girl the demon possessed," I realized. "Meg Masters," Meg answered and lowered her hands back to her sides, "Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, choking on my own blood." She took a step forward, and I took a step back as I kept holding my gun at her.

"It's okay," She said, "Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry -- was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner . . ." She pointed at her head, "In here. Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

"I'm sorry," I said. "Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?" She asked. I looked at her with guilt, "We thought --"

"No, you didn't think!" She snapped, "I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in there screaming at you! 'Just help me, please!' You're supposed to help people, Scarlett. Why didn't you help me?"

"I'm sorry," I said. "Stop saying you're sorry!" She snapped as she punched me in the face, making me fall to the floor.

I slowly sat up, "Meg. Meg --" Meg kicked me in the face, making me fall again. I tried to reach for the salt shot gun but Meg used her feet to slid it away from me. I looked at her, "We didn't know."

"No . . . You just attacked," She said as she kneeled in front of me, "Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?"

"No, I don't," I said. "You're damn right," She said as she grabbed me by my jacket collar, pulling me closer forcefully and I glanced at her hand to see a symbol branded onto her hand. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil . . . while your family has no idea what happened to you?"

I looked at her, "We did the best we could." She pushed me to the floor and kicked me in my stomach and side angrily.

I crawled away from Meg and groaned in pain. "It wasn't just me, Scarlett," She said, "I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me, like you worship Sam and Dean. You know how that's like, right? How you'll do anything for them. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just . . . she just got lost. And when my body was lying in the morgue beat-up and broken . . ."

"Meg," I said weakly as she stepped closer to me and I slid away. "Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself!" She snapped, "Because of you, Scarlett!" She kicked me in the side angrily, "Because all you were thinking about was your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Scarlett!"

"You're right," I said and she was about to kick me again when suddenly there were a gunshot and Meg had disappeared and saw Dean was behind her with a salt shot gun.

"Hiya, brother," I said, sighing in relief. Dean walked closer and kneeled at my side, "You good?" He asked. I nodded and sat up tiredly. He helped me to my feet and I grabbed my salt shot gun before we headed downstairs.