The Little Queen

8

After exorcising the demon from the human, Dean was shocked to find the girl still holding onto life, albeit, barely, "She's still alive," He turned to Bobby worriedly, "Call 911. Get some water and blankets." 

Meg looks at the two brothers as they untied her with a smile, "Thank you," She gargled out in a strangled tone. Pain laced her words. 

Sam immediately shook his head as he undid her ropes, "Shh, shh. Just take it easy, alright?" 

"Come on. Let's get her down." As they lifted her, bones crunched and broke, causing more pain. Meg screamed sharply. "Sorry, sorry. I got you. I got you. It's okay. It's okay." Sam hushed the girl as they laid her back. 

"A year," Meg said softly. 

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at her, "What?" 

"It's been a year." Clarified Meg softly. 

Trying to comfort her, Sam shook his head, "Shh, just take it easy." 

"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did, that poor woman! It's a nightmare." Meg cried softly. 

Gulping, Dean pushed back the grief he felt for Sterling, knowing that the Demon told the truth about her death being painful and long. Focusing on the living, Dean stared at the girl, "Was it telling us the truth about our Dad?"

"Dean," Sam quietly admonished. 

Staring back at his brother sharply, Dean felt no guilt for asking. The girl was going to die but maybe John wouldn't, and he didn't think she would mind helping them throw a kink in the plan of the thing that held her hostage for a year. "We need to know." 

Of course, Dean was right, Meg saw her chance for revenge and took it, "Yes." She answered. Not wanting the pair to run in blind, she continued. Her life was short, she could feel the coldness of death creep up on her, "But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him." 

Dean shook his head, "If Dad's still alive, none of that matters."

The older hunter came back in with a glass of water and some blankets. Bobby felt a little guilty that he didn't call 911, but there was no way they could explain this and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that this girl was dying, probably within the minute. 

At the moment, they had two missing people that needed rescuing, being held up by the cops wasn't an option. 

"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked Meg after she drank the water Bobby brought, clearing her throat of the blood that was pooling there. 

Shaking her head as much as she could, Meg answered, "Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." 

"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean pressed lightly, needing more information than Missouri, the state was massive, it would take too long to comb through all of it. 

Meg stared at Dean and spoke her last words, "By the river. Sunrise." 

"Sunrise. What does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked her, but she was already gone. 

Wrapping her up in a blanket, the three men stood up, trying to force the guilt of killing the girl from their minds. At the moment, Dean had a whole new issue. 

He needed to save his daughter and his father, but they were in two completely different areas and neither had long. "Shit!" He cursed, feeling his frustration well up in him. 

"Dean, it'll be okay," Sam reassured his brother softly, not sure how anything would be okay. "We'll just pick Victoria up on our way." 

"It's two hours out of the way Sam!" Dean cursed lightly, "And I'm not keen to take Victoria anywhere near any demons ever again."