Tigers Are Awfully Protective...

Devil's Trap Two

It took a while for Sam to learn the exorcising ritual, in Latin of course. Sasha woke up after a few hours, and only after she heard Meg screaming from downstairs. She sat up, her now room-temperature-peas falling to the floor, and rushed out of the room and down the stairs with tired eyes and clumsy movements. The screams were suddenly cut off and Sasha entered the room to see Dean, Sam, and Bobby looking at Meg's body curiously, blood dripped from her lips. Sasha knew the girl, who now had her body back, would be in terrible pain; she had fallen from a building and the only thing keeping her upright and alive was the demon.

Sam and Dean untied Meg and Bobby spotted Sasha when she approached the girl, "no," he grabbed Sasha's arm.

She pulled her arm from his grasp and crouched beside Sam and Meg, Dean was on Meg's other side.

"Sasha don't touch her," Dean started but she had already grabbed Meg's hand; Meg clutched Sasha back and Sam tried to pull her away but neither of them would let go.

Sasha inhaled sharply and at the same time, Meg relaxed. After a minute or two, Sasha was shaking but Meg could speak again.

"A year," the girl whispered, "it's been a year."

Sam looked down at her, "shh, just take it easy," he said.

But she went on, "I've been awake for some of it, I couldn't move my own body. A nightmare."

Sasha fought to control herself, she was shaking and her spine was on fire, her bones felt crushed and she could barely feel her legs, Meg received those injuries from her body being thrown from a warehouse window.

"Was it telling the truth about our dad?" Dean asked, Sam gave him a look but he just whispered "we have to know."

"Yes," the girl struggled to breath deeply, "it wants you to know, that they want you to come for him."

"If dad's still alive none of that matters," Dean replied.

Bobby came back with blankets and a glass of water like Dean had requested; one blanket was draped over Meg while the other was bunched up under her head.

Sasha began to pant and Sam finally pried her hand from Meg's and Meg gasped, followed by coughing up blood. Sam asked Meg a couple more questions but Meg could no longer answer and Sasha could no longer hear them. Bobby picked her up and placed her on a reclining chair. Sasha curled up without thinking about it and Bobby knelt beside her, stroking her hair, "why do you have to do this, kid?" Sasha managed a smile before her eyes drooped and she fell asleep, her body still shaking from the strain.

Sasha was only able to sleep for a half hour before someone picked her up again, she was light enough. It was Dean, and he held her like one would a small child with her legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. Sasha rested her head on his shoulder, she had been stirred from her sleep so she shook again, her nerves were still shot.

"Just go find your dad," she heard Bobby say, "and when you do, bring him around here, I won't even try to shoot him this time."

Dean and Sam said goodbye and Dean was laying Sasha in the back seat; he made sure all her pillows and blankets were within her reach and Sam looked at the two of them before he got in as Dean settled her in the back, a smile playing on his lips.

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Sasha heard distant trains. The boys had stopped somewhere and she pressed another pillow over her head; eventually she began to wake up and she sat up slowly, holding her hands out in front of her. They were no longer shaking, as well as the rest of her, and so she dragged herself from the car. She could tell the boys were angry at each other, they both glared and the impala's trunk had been slammed right before she had gotten out. Sasha let them be though and walked between them to where ever they were headed. She had missed whatever briefing the two had had on the plan so she would just wing it. None of them spoke. Dean glanced at her every now and then and Sam had retrieved a water bottle from the trunk for her but other than that, all they did was walk. Sasha didn't even have the strength to be angry and ask if they had planned on leaving her, she just followed along.