Supernatural Series Rewrite- Season 6

Caged Heat: Part Two

The first thing you see when you wake up is your feet. Your hands are tied behind you, but you're not worried about you right now. Your magic courses through your veins in a comforting way, kind of like it's telling you that your baby is fine. Your relationship with your magic is a weird one, but you know you can always count on it. It may not give you what you want, but it does provide you with what you need.

"Y/N, please tell me she's okay," Dean says while making eye contact with someone behind you.

You look up and see a demon right behind Dean and another one behind Sam. Judging by the look in Dean's eyes, there is one behind you. Sam is facing the door to the room, Dean is facing the right wall and you're facing the back wall so that whoever were to walk in, you won't be able to see them.

"Yeah, she's fine. We both are," you nod and sigh.

"What now?" Dean asks just as the door opens.

Sam tenses when he sees who came in, and you would look, but you have very limited movement from where you are.

"I think I know who you can ask," Sam rolls his eyes.

"Evil bitch," Dean glares.

"Keep sweet talking me, and this could go a whole new direction," Meg smirks as she leans down to talk softly into his ear.

Your whole world stops completely when you see her. Tears build up faster than you can keep them in, but you don't say a word to her. All you see is the person who killed your mom, and you're suddenly wondering if she's going to kill you too now that you're a mother yourself. Or will she kill your child? You don't know what her intentions are, but you're going to make sure she goes nowhere near you or your child.

"Meg. I've been dying to see you again," Dean says sarcastically.

He sees how hurt you are by her presence, so he tries to keep her focus on the brothers instead of you.

"Well, here I am, big boy. So, what should we do now?"

"How about I rip you to shreds?"

"Kinky, I like. A little Q&A first, if you don't mind. Now, where's your boss?"

"You think we work for somebody?" Sam asks, and she turns her head to the younger brother.

"I happen to know for a fact you've been juggling Crowley's orphans. Now, where is he?"

"Don't know. Don't care."

"You've been working his beat for months."

"Doesn't mean we get face time."

Meg walks over to Dean and straddles his wait, but he doesn't show any sign if this affects him or not. He doesn't want to give her that satisfaction.

"Where does he take all those things you snatch up for him? I bet you an all-day sucker that's where his majesty's holed up," she chuckles, but Dean doesn't answer her. Her patience runs thin, and she's tired of the bullshit you three are giving her. When Dean doesn't answer, she takes out Ruby's knife and presses it to his neck. "Okay, officially over the foreplay. Satisfy me, or I please myself!"

"Stop it," you say softly, but it's not enough to warrant action from her.

Sam laughs as if anything about this situation is hilarious. Hopefully he gets his soul back before the baby is born because he isn't going to be in her life if he keeps this up.

"Something funny, Sam?"

"Yeah, Meg. Don't worry. She can't do jack shit. She's totally screwed."