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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 13:09:25 GMT -4
Dean had made his way from the Impala and into Stull Cemetery with the deathly silence of the night almost thundering about him. The lack of life, save for the occasional bird that screeched its way through the sky, did nothing to ease Dean's mind. If anything it simply instilled upon him the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, alone in the world.
Pulling the photograph of the Hell's Gate from his pocket and shining his flashlight upon it, Dean made his way carefully and quietly through the graveyard. The headstones and overgrown plants doing their utmost best to thwart him in his path, yet he simply plowed on, his mind dead set upon only one thing.
He hadn't known how long it had taken him to reach his destination, all he had known was that it was one of the most frustrating and agonizing walks he had ever encountered and as he stood within the ghostly shadow of the gate, he folded the paper back up and shoved it back into his pocket.
Setting his duffel bag down upon the floor and crouching beside it, Dean clenched his flashlight between his teeth and began to rifle through the many supplies he had bought with him. Setting his sawed off shot gun upon the ground beside him and pulling out a spray can of paint, Dean scrambled his way over to the entrance of the gate and set about drawing the Devil's Trap that was now instilled upon his memory. He knew the demonic little bitch wouldn't simply walk into a trap set out to catch her so he did the one thing left to do and he made it impossible for her to reach the entrance of the gate and, he hoped, stop whatever the hell was in there, from getting out.
The trap drawn and the can of spray paint thrown none too gently into the bushes surrounding the area, Dean set about focusing his attention upon the many supplies he had bought with him. As his hands rifled through the bag and all that was spoken about with Professor Payne slammed back through his consciousness, Dean stopped abruptly and simply stared out at the dark cemetery around him.
“Dammit.....” Dean's voice came out strained, forced and he wrenched at the gun that he kept resting in the waistband of his jeans. Ejecting the cartridge and eying the bullets that lie within it, Dean snapped it back into the gun and threw it back within the duffel. Zipping it closed and tossing it down beside the nearest gravestone, Dean stood up slowly and allowed his eyes to focus upon the dark pathways surrounding him. He knew weapons would be not only nigh on pointless against Meg, but also dangerous for Sam. Whatever spell she had placed between herself and Sam, Dean was damn certain he wasn't going to risk harming his little brother anymore than he had done. Not if he could damn well help it anyways.
Sitting himself down upon the nearest gravestone, Dean tapped his feet lightly upon the ground and simply awaited the bitches arrival. His eyes slipped closed briefly as his mind harked back to the last time he had spoken to Sam and he could only hope against hope that Bobby had gotten to him in time.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 15:32:39 GMT -4
It hadn’t taken Meg very long to make her way from the University and out of Lawrence and into the small town of Stull which was the destination of her most recent little field trip. She parked her car a bit away from the graveyard and packed her things carefully into her bag and walked the short distance between the car and the entrance to the cemetery.
“Aw well look at the welcome wagon already here and all settled in,” she said to herself with a smirk as she caught site of the black Impala that belonged to Dean Winchester. She walked into the cemetery her feet causing the leaves beneath her boots to crunch softly into the night air as she made he way towards the Hell’s Gate even though she already knew that Dean Winchester was ure to be waiting for her.
As she neared the gate she couldn’t help but allow a small smile spread across her face as she stood several paces away from the front of the gate and spun around with a sinister little laugh.
“Oh Deeeaaan come out come out where-ever you are momma wants to play,” she called out into the darkness with a laugh which would make anyone’s blood run cold.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 15:47:01 GMT -4
Dean's head shot up slightly as the sound of leaves crunching in the distance floated its way towards him and he instinctively reached to his waistband for his gun before remembering just what a rather foolish, all be it, sensible choice, he had made to stow the gun away in safety.
His eyes had slowly grown accustomed to the dark and he squinted out into the distance silently, moving himself away from the gravestone and pushing himself up against one of the surrounding trees. His back pushed against the mottled bark and his fingers dug instinctively into the tree as he rounded the trunk of it and glanced about the area quietly.
A small, rather awkward smile crossed his lips as Meg's voice called out into the air about him and he stepped his way slowly along the tree line, before he found himself directly behind her. “And there I was thinking we were here to fight....what is it you wanna play Meg? Doctor's and nurses? Cops and robbers? Or just a good old fashioned game of rock, paper, scissors....” Dean struggled to keep his voice calm as he stared at Meg and he stepped towards her only once “I am game for a laugh so ladies choice.....actually scrub that, you crossed the line of being a lady years back....” he added with a growl.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 15:54:23 GMT -4
A wide smile played its way across Meg’s face as Dean’s voice filled the air around her. She knew he was there if the Impala hadn’t given it away she could sense him a mile away, a martyr always reeked the worst.
“Oh kinky as ever Dean,” Meg said with a smirk as she turned to face him allowing her eyes to look him up and down with a small smile as he took a verbal shot at her.
“Now now now Dean darling no need to be bitter…I am sorry to have kept you waiting long but blood is such a bitch to get out of my finger nails. I think I got it all but for fcks sake who would have thought the smart little son of a bitch could bleed out so quickly I just barely managed not to get any on my clothes,” Meg said with a wink referring to the nice little visit she had paid to dean’s friend professor Payne.
“So tell me sex pot what is on the agenda for us tonight?” Meg asked with a laugh as she propped herself up on to one of the nearby grave stones and looked back at Dean her head cocked to the side and her legs swinging back and forth a manic grin across her face.
“Cause once we’re done darling…the adults have plans…”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 16:07:09 GMT -4
Dean held his hands to the side slightly and held a self-approving smile on his face. “What can I say darling, a leopard never changes its spots...Just thought I would give you false hope that I would be even remotely nice to you here....” he added with a grin.
His smile vanished in an instant though as Meg went on to explain the fact that she had had a run in with someone and his eyes widened considerably at the “smart” comment. His thoughts almost immediately snapped to Sam and he advanced quickly towards Meg “What did you do to Sam....” Dean stopped walking suddenly and stared at Meg with a look of confusion upon his face “You never got to Sammy....I was on the phone with him...Bobby is fetching him....” Dean's eyes widened once more and locked with Meg's “Payne.....” he spat “What did you.....”
Dean struggled to hold back his anger and simply lay into Meg at that exact moment as Payne's warning of just what might happen to Sam in return rang through his ears and he stepped back slowly, the look of hatred ever evident in his eyes. “Any other night sweetheart and I would totally have considered tapping what's on offer but Hell...I have a headache....sucks to be you babe....This sex pot is off the menu....” he added with a small smirk.
Holding his arms out to the side and staring directly at Meg, Dean allowed her to see he was unarmed before stepping towards her again. “I'm not packing tonight sweetheart....I just want something from you and then we can go on our merry separate ways.....” he said softly, trying his damnedest to keep his emotions in check.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 16:17:33 GMT -4
Meg cocked an eyebrow as she watched Dean make a few steps towards her before asking what she had done to Sam.
“Aw poor Sammy…what did I do to him…what you mean before or after I slit his wrists open from wrist to elbow? Or are we talking about how I had one of my dear dear friends help him on his little drive…driving and talking on the cell phone is a rather dangerous practice…you should tell your brother that if he ever gets his mangled body unwrapped from the tree he crashed into,” Meg said with a smile as her eyes burned into Dean.
An excited yet homicidally sick smile crossed her face as Dean finally put together who she had been talking about.
“Ah yes dear professor Payne…he proved to be a royal pain in my ass so I gave him a little bit of a farewell gift…after of course I took the book I was looking for from him…you did look awfully perplexed after you left his office Dean…just think if you would have stayed a few moments longer you may have seen me and the poor Professor may not have gotten gutted like a fish,” Meg explained tapping her fingers against the gravestone she was perched upon.
“Aw well now shucks I was interested to find out if it is only agonizing pain Sammy can feel or if he could feel my pleasure too,” Meg said with a groan as her eyes fluttered shut.
“It would be like two Winchesters for the price of one,” she said her eyes opening once more as she hooped down from the gravestone and walked slightly towards the Hell’s Gate which Dean had drawn a devil’s trap in front of.
“Oh you’re packing sweetheart just not a gun,” Meg replied curtly spinning back to face him her hands on her hips; she was rather intrigued by this little declaration that Dean wanted something from her.
“And what is it you think you’re wanting from me Dean?”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 16:32:53 GMT -4
Dean's mouth curled into a sneer and a small, low growl fell from his as Meg described just what she had done to Sam, not that he needed much reminding, seeing as he saw it all in not so glorious technicolor. His eyes however, widened further still as she went on to make claim to her being behind his crash and his fists instinctively curled up into themselves. “You are a sick little bitch aren't ya Meg? But hey....most sick little bitches get put down sooner or later....” he growled, his eyes drilling into hers.
Cringing slightly as Meg went on to describe just what she had done to the Professor, Dean struggled to push it to the back of his mind. It wasn't that he didn't give a flying crap if the guy was OK or not...he just had more pressing matters to think on. “Awww Meg, I forgot you got your kicks out of watching me.....is my ass just that sweet that you can't bear to let it out of your sights....I tell you what, if you are a good girl, I will give you a nice view of it as I leave you broken and bloodied upon the floor....” he whispered with an all too satisfied smirk.
Dean's eye brows raised only slightly as Meg went on to wonder about the whole pain/pleasure aspect of her tie with Sam and he cocked his head slightly “Sweetheart....not that I am meaning to big myself up too much but hell, the pleasure I could offer you would make your head spin....but then so would an exorcism if the movies are anything to go by....” he said slyly “Makes me wonder which you would prefer....” he added with a grin.
As Meg asked the million dollar question, Dean began to step up towards her and stopped just a few meters away from her “I want you to leave Sammy alone....just, leave him be....” he said determinedly “If you want a Winchester, then here I am....just leave Sammy out of all this.” he added firmly, his eyes locking with hers again.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 16:49:56 GMT -4
Meg couldn’t help but laugh as Dean called her a sick little bitch.
“Aw Dean it gives me tingles to hear you talk about me in such a way. Don’t stop we could go back and forth all night I’m sure you don’t take long to get a girl to come…to her senses in your presences,” meg moaned with an over-exaggerated groan before breaking into a fit of laughter.
“Tsk tsk tsk Dean let us not forget who I am bound to in body,” Meg said with a smirk as she glared back at Dean.
“You leave my broken body here and you’ll only drive off in time to attend your poor little puppy dog oh I mean poor little brother’s funeral…since you would have been the one who murdered him,” she said with a laugh.
Meg titled her head to the side for a moment as she took in what Dean had proposed to her; for her personally it was a very very tempting offer but this was bigger then her and it was more fun to watch Dean squirm like a fish in the fryer.
“Aw so you want me to leave Sammy all alone and then you will take his place?” Meg asked re-stating Dean’s statement.
“That is a rather tempting offer there sugar plum only problem is that nobody down there gives a rats ass about you, but my daddy oh my daddy wants your baby brother bad…very very bad…you see Sammy is “special” and daddy wants what is his so I will have to decline,” Meg said and kicking out quickly her foot connecting with Dean’s chest as she sent him reeling backwards into a gravestone.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 17:00:36 GMT -4
Dean's eyes rolled slowly as Meg made a rather unimpressive show of appreciation at her own words and he shoved his hands into his pockets quickly “Well you got old pretty damn quick didn't you sweetheart....seriously, If I have to hear you moan one more time I think I will hurl...” Dean mimicked a none too impressive shudder as he stared back at Meg and his eyes fixed solely on hers.
His feet stepped forwards again as Meg seemed to take a moment to consider his proposal and he shook his head quickly as she quickly brushed it aside. “Any other time I would feel inadequate that I mean nothing to someone but hell....it's only you....” he spat.
Dean had no time to either prepare or react as Meg's foot impacted with his chest and he felt his body propelled back at an alarming pressure. His back struck the gravestone with a resounding crack and he struggled to catch his breath through the pain. His eyes, welling with water from the impact, shot around the nearby area and fixed quickly upon his bag in the near vicinity.
Pulling and crawling his way over to it, Dean wrenched it open and snatched at the Colt 1911 he had previously discarded. “I'm sorry Sammy....” he groaned quietly, not even knowing what the impact of his following actions would cause. “I have to have a chance....” he groaned and spun upon the floor. His eyes bore up into Meg as he lay upon his back and he aimed the barrel of the gun at her right leg. Not hesitating for a moment, Dean pulled the trigger and watched as the bullet tore its way through the air, directly for Meg's thigh.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 20:00:04 GMT -4
Meg watched Dean amused as she could almost hear the wheels in his head turning trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do next. She didn't much care as a smile spread across her face as she had sent him flying backwards.
"Little boys shouldn't get involved when the big kids are tryin to play," she hissed her eyes drilling into him. She had to give it to Dean though she hadn't thought he would actually shoot her but as the bullet entered her leg she felt pain burst through it as it exited as well and she stumbled against a gravestone her eyes immediately snapping to black.
"Good move Dean," Meg hissed pressing her palm against the bullet wound in her leg.
"I'm sure dear old Sammy could deal with another injury and cause for loss of blood don't you?" she hissed her anger rising to epic standards. A sick smile crossed her face as she pulled a dagger from her bag and toyed with the end of it her eyes drilling back into Dean with a smirk.
"But then again it is the puppies birthday so what doesn't kill you only makes you suffer more," Meg hissed with a sick laugh as she tore the knife into the bullet wound in her leg tearing at the skin around it. The pain was excruciating and she was a demon which only made her entirely amused to know the pain Sam Winchester would be going through.
"Touch me again and I'll be sure the knife slices through some important things...I can't die Dean...Sammy...well Sammy can either way we get him his soul is just as good to us whether he is alive or dead," Meg replied licking the blood from the knife.
"So tell me Dean you would give it all up in order to save Sammy? Meg asked going back to his offer again it was ever so tempting.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 20:22:27 GMT -4
Dean flinched and yet his resolve held strong as Meg's eyes snapped back onto his and the blackness that he knew all too well drilled into him. “There's the little bitch I love to hate so much....” he groaned, pulling himself up against the gravestone. The pain traveling through his body from the impact intensifying with every jolt of his body, yet he pushed through the pain and stood up slowly to face Meg.
His eyes latched upon the dagger in Meg's hand and then up to her eyes as she toyed with it oh so happily and he felt the bile rise in his throat as she wrenched it clean into the wound and all but confirmed that the bond she and Sammy held even when he was the one hurting her and he immediately tossed the gun down upon the ground before him. “Stop....” he growled “Leave him the hell alone....” he spat “It's gone....the gun's gone....” he groaned desperately, his eyes meeting hers again.
As another wave of pain shook through Dean's body, he curled himself up slightly and focused upon breathing through the pain, his thoughts and his eyes however were snapped back to Meg as her question rang out around him. The last words he spoke to Sam, before he careered off the road, before he heard the sickening twist of metal and glass screech into his ears, resounded back around him and he leaned heavily against the gravestone. I have to take their place Sammy, it's what Mom would have wanted, for you. Dean's eyes found Meg's cold black eyes again and he tore them away from her quickly.
Every thought, every feeling that coursed through his body and mind in that exact moment was for Sam, the little brother that he knew he would do anything for. The one person in the world he wished a normal life for, an innocent life, a safe life, a long life. A life away from everything he had thrust Sam into and ultimately, a life away from the world he had filled with nothing but pain and heartache.
Dean took his time in looking back up at Meg, his whole body shook with the realization he had come to and he struggled to hold her cold, deathly gaze “In an instant....” he whispered quietly. As Dean struggled to hold back every wave of emotion that coursed through him, his mind immediately harked back to Sam, when he was younger, oblivious to all that he and his father did and he wished with all his soul that he could have remained that way. Unbeknown to Dean and, as if to taunt him with his lack of strength in front of the one person who could end him entirely, a single tear trickled down Dean's face and he locked his eyes with hers “Just leave him be....” he added, a little more forceful than before.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 5, 2008 20:37:27 GMT -4
Meg laughed her voice carrying through the empty graveyard as Dean frantically threw the gun out of his hand. Oh this was extremely entertaining and oh so pathetic as well. She tossed the dagger from one hand to the other her eyes never leaving Dean's.
"Aw now isn't that sweet...coming from the man who just shot his younger brother," Meg replied amused as she dragged the dagger up her arm re-opening the wounds upon her arms as blood immediately soaked down her arms.
"Well gez I assume that is gonna hurt like a bitch for Sammy...oooppps hand slipped," she said with a wink throwing the knife down into the ground where it buried itself into the dying grass.
"You know what Dean? I like you...I like your inability to be on your own and your desperate need to kill yourself for the good of everyone else so you know what. I'll take your deal Dean...you belong to me," Meg whispered her black eyes flickering in the dark light as she took several steps towards him till she was standing over him; she reached down and hurled him up to his feet by his hair till he was standing in front of her.
She ran her fingers threw his hair as she bit into her bottom lip and turned away quickly from him and reached back down for the dagger. She made her way back to him and smiled as she gently traced the knife up and down his chest.
"You amuse me Dean...and I want to tell you something...something that I want you to remember till the moment you die," Meg hissed leaning her head down so that it brushed against Dean's ear.
"Daddy is going to be so proud of me for getting the great protector out of the way...I'll make sure Sammy knows that it is because of you he will have to suffer and die a terrible death over and over and over again. As I peel the skin from his bones I'll be sure he does nothing but curse you with his dying breath," Meg hissed jerking her arm back and plunging the dagger into Dean's heart.
Her eyes locked with his as she let out a laugh which filled the air.
"You're brother is ours," she replied slamming her lips against his before reaching out with both hands and savagely snapped Dean's neck and allowed his body to crumple to the ground at her feet.
"One down..."
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 5, 2008 20:58:23 GMT -4
Dean's mouth curled into a sneer and his eyes locked with Meg's a low growl falling from him as she decided to reopen the wounds upon her arm and he thought immediately of the pain that Sam must be in. “Stop it....” he spat “You got what you wanted....I said I wouldn't touch you again....” he growled, his anger rising by the second.
His eyes drilled back into Meg's as she began to walk towards him and he removed his gaze as she finally stood over him. “It's called loyalty Meg....” he groaned through the pain “Family loyalty...” A hiss of pain fell from Dean as Meg wrenched him to his feet by his hair and he stared back at her with nothing but hatred in his eyes “But then I guess when you come from a family as screwed up as yours then I guess loyalty means jack all....” he spat.
Dean instinctively tried to pull himself away from Meg as her fingers ran through his hair, the very sensation of her filthy hands upon him causing bile to rise in his throat. As her cold and bitter words slammed into his ear and he felt her skin upon his, he jerked his head away and stared back at her. The severity and realization of what she just spat at him sinking in and he felt his entire resolve break within him. A broken sob pushed its way from his lips as he realized the very sacrifice he was about to make, the one thing he prayed would keep Sam safe had been snatched away and his bloodshot eyes pleaded with Meg “Leave him alone....you have me...please just leave him....”
Dean's words were snatched from him in one sudden and pain filled, strangulated cry as Meg drove the blade clean into his heart and his hands gripped at her shoulders desperately. The thought of Sam, knowing that what he had just done had all but signed his own death warrant careered through him and his body grew weak beneath him. “Please....” he gasped finally, blood spilling from his mouth as his heart all but gave out on him. The choking sensation of blood coursing up and then down his throat causing his world to go black and he gripped tighter at Meg, a desperate groan filling the air around them.
Dean Winchester had no clue what happened next, all he felt was Meg's hands reaffirming their grip about his head and the vile sensation of her lips pressed against his. The very last thing, last thought he remembered was of Sam, and as the pain suddenly stopped and his body slumped to the ground, all that was left was the unforgiving blackness of nothing.
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Post by Meg Masters on May 7, 2008 22:14:13 GMT -4
Meg Masters stared back at Dean Winchester a smug smile firmly placed across her lips as she watched with amusement as the last flickers of life extinguished from behind his eyes. Whoever said that being a demon was an un-rewarding job had apprently been doing it wrong. In those few seconds it took for Dean to die Meg felt more pleasure and happinness then she had ever felt before. She knew what his death would mean to her father and everything he had planned and she was ever grateful to play such a crucial and important part within it.
"That is darlin momma will be sure to handle the rest," she whispered with a smile as she watched his lifeless body upon the graveyard grass. His blood seeped into the ground and stained the browning grass around him a dark crimson.
She pulled her sights away from him though and back to her task at hand. She had after all gone to Stull for a reason and it hadn't been to kill Dean Winchester...no that had been a bonus in her little plot. She walked the few steps over to where her bag sat upon the floor and quickly picked it up and made her way back over to the Hell's Gate. She eyed the devil's trap Dean had drawn in front of the gate with a look of hatred as she walked to the back of the gate.
"This will have to do just as well," she said kneeling upon the grass and withdrawing a small wooden box with 3 ruby pins stabbed into the face of it. She used her dagger to dig a hole at the base and once it was deep enough she placed the box into the whole and allowed a few drops of blood which was still dripping down her arm to fall upon the box before she covered it with dirt. She whispered an ancient incantation and then quickly stood up and away from the trap as the ground seemed to scortch itself and sizzle in the night.
It was her father's time now; she had done her duty and it was up to him now to release the children he so picked and let them pull themselves from the grips of hell and run rampant upon the unsuspecting world. As she walked away from the gate her eyes fell once more upon the dead body of Dean Winchester. It seemed only right that his family should suffer the agony of knowing how one of their own died a pointless death of arrogance.
She grabbed him by the arms and dragged him through the grass and the dirt till she found herself standing in front of his prized 1967 Chevrolt Impala. The obession the man had with the car had been rather disturbing if you asked her but she would see it was sued one final time in regards to the "great" Dean Winchester. She fished in his pockets for a moment till she pulled out the keys to the car and upon opening the doors she discarded Dean's body into the passenger side of the car and got into the drivers side and started the car with a sadistic smile upon her face.
"I think it's time for a bit of a family reunion...what do you say Dean dear?...Excellent just what I wanted to hear," she stated with a laugh as she yanked the car into drive and peeled away from the cemetry and back towards Lawrence, Kansas.
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