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The night sky seemed so comforting as I sat in a leather chair with my knees pressed against my chest. I hadn't spoken a word, and I refused to even acknowledge anyone's presence. Dean had led John to a separate room to rest while the drugs wore off. "How is he?" Sam asked as Dean stepped back into the room.

"He just need a little rest, that's all. How are you?" Dean asked. I couldn't tell if he was asking Sam, or trying to ask me.

"I'll survive, but..." Sam sighed. I could feel their burning gazes on me as I picked at the hangnails on my fingers. "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam questioned as Dean stepped over to me. He knelt down to gaze at my face, which I only assumed was warped with shock, fear, and agony all in one face.

"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up." Dean answered when I refused to speak.

"Yeah..." Sam breathed out.

Dean turned back to me and reached forward to touch my hands. I had only noticed I had picked a hangnail so much it started to bleed. "Lottie, you alright?" Dean asked softly. "Come on, talk to me, baby."

I inhaled sharply and shook my head furiously as the memory started burning through my head again. I clamped my hands over my head and buried myself behind my knees. Dean let out a sigh of worry before moving away. "Hey, uh... Dean, you, um.... you saved my life back there." Sam's voice drifted over me.

"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean teased.

"Man, I'm trying to thank you here." Sam said in a frustrated tone.

"You're welcome." Dean replied. "Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"You know, that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean muttered in a remorseful tone. I paused the chewing on my lip for a moment. 'I forgot.... I'm not the only one suffering... Of course....' I lifted my head slowly and turned to gaze at Dean.

"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam said softly.

"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me."

"Then what does?" Sam inquired.

"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you, Lottie, Dad, the things I'm willing to do, or kill, it's just, uh... it scares me sometimes." Dean explained softly. In an instant, I was up and burying myself in his arms. Dean grunted in shock as he wound his arms around me.

"It shouldn't. You did good." John's voice called out. We turned to gaze at our father figure.

"You're not mad?" Dean asked in surprise. I furrowed my eyebrows at the old man. 'Since when was John understanding about anything? Especially something like wasting a bullet on anything other than the demon he's been hunting?'

"For what?" John questioned

"Using a bullet." Dean pointed out nervously.

"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you - you watch out for this family. You always have." John praised, making me start to panic. There was no way in hell John would be saying this. My lips parted as I tried to speak, but I was met with silence. I bit at my lips again and tried to speak, but my throat had felt as if it were cut off.

"Thanks..." Dean muttered. The wind started to pick up and the lights started to flicker.

"It found us. It's here." John said as he gazed out the window.

"The demon?" Sam questioned.

"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door." John instructed.

"I already did it." Sam confirmed.

John turned to look at his younger son. "Well, check it out, okay?"

"Okay." Sam nodded and left the room.

"Dean, you got the gun?" John asked. Dean reluctantly released me as I truly started to panic. I grasped onto his arm.

"Yeah."

"Give it to me." John ordered, holding out his hand. I gazed up at Dean with my panicked expression, and I thank god that he noticed.

"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation, but it disappeared." Dean explained, removing the colt from his waistband, but did not hand it over. John furrowed his eyebrows.

"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry." John demanded. I grasped onto Dean's arm tighter in urgency. "Son, please. Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?" John asked in a raised tone as Dean took a few steps back, and pushed me behind him.

"He'd be furious." Dean said quietly.

"What?"

"That I wasted a bullet." Dean continued. I pressed my forehead against his back as my heart picked up its pace. This was not John. This was not the man who raised me. "He couldn't be proud of me, he'd tear me a new one." John looked at him and Dean waited a moment before he raised the colt, and pulled the hammer backwards. "You're not my Dad."

"Dean, it's me." John insisted after a moment of silence.

"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you ain't him." Dean shot back.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" John asked angrily.

"I could ask you the same thing. Stay back." Dean warned, his expression hard. Sam walked into the room, and his eyes widened at the scene before him.

"Dean? Lottie? What the hell's going on?" Sam asked anxiously.

"Your brothers lost his mind!" John snarled.

"He's not Dad!" Dean said, keeping his eyes on John.

"What?"

"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." Dean explained, his voice breaking in the end.

"Don't listen to him, Sammy." John pleaded.

"Dean, how do you know?" Sam asked.

"He's.... he's different." Dean replied.

"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me." John insisted. My head shot up and I gazed at Sam in horror. What if he fell for it. I couldn't lose him! I couldn't lose more family.

"No." Sam declared suddenly, and moved to stand besides Dean and I. "No."

John looked between the three of us, his eyes tearing up. "Fine. You're all so sure, go ahead. Kill me." He offered, and hung his head. My throat closed up further as the rotting persona covered what I could see of his face, but my voice refused to work. Dean faltered as I grasped onto his arm. "I thought so." John snarled. He lifted his head, and the rotting face was coupled with intense, yellow eyes. Sam and Dean were thrown against the wall as my airways closed off, and I was lifted into the air. I let out a strangled gasp of air. "Ah, nice to finally see what the hell you're all about, huh?" John jeered as his yellow eyes peered up at me. Ringing echoed in my head, and the edges of my vision started to blur. Another gasp left my lips as he slung me sideways, and into the wall. I remained silent as I caught my breath. "What a pain in the ass this things been."

"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time." Sam breathed out through clenched teeth,

"Well, you found me." Yellow eyes smirked.

"But the holy water-"

"You think something like that works on something like me?" He cut him off as he strolled over to me, and pressed the gun up to my temple. I let out a soft grunt as he pressed my head against the hard wall. "Speak for me, Lassie. Can't? Oh, that's right. You killed that guy. Melted his organs actually. Funny thing about him his, he wasn't possessed. Not really. We just... Messed with him a little." My stomach churned with the thought, but the rotting appearance said otherwise. I kept my gaze steady as he just grinned wickedly. "You know, they say you can heal yourself. Can you heal a severed artery?" In that instant, a sharp pain traveled up my side as I gasped out in pain.

"Lottie!" Sam and Dean shouted. Yellow Eyes just giggled and twisted the knife a little, and I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.

"Man, If I knew that was what it took to shut you up, maybe I'd have tormented you sooner." He sneered.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam cried angrily.

"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." The demon taunted, and moved away from me. He placed the colt down on the table. "Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy." Sam looked down at the gun, but nothing happened. The demon chuckled and walked towards the window besides Dean. "Well, this is gun. I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this... this is worth the wait." Dean struggled slightly. "Your Dad - he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'Hi', but the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."

"Let him go, or I swear to God -" Dean snarled.

"What? What are you and god gonna do?" Yellow Eyes smirked till it stood directly in front of Dean. "You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice. You know, that little exorcism your little bitch did? That was my daughter."

"Who, Meg?" Dean asked.

"The two in the alley? Those were my boys. You understand."

"You've got to be kidding me." Dean muttered.

"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" The demon asked. Dean stayed silent as a sick smirk wrapped on it's face. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled.

"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam questioned.

"You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?" He shrugged. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him." He started. "Been shopping for rings and everything. You want to know why? Because they got in my way."

"In the way of what." Sam asked in a chocked tone.

"My plans for you. You and all the children like you." The demon explained.

"Listen, you mind getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing." Dean complained.

"Funny, but that's all part of you M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth its; they don't need you. Not like you need them. Little Lottie - you rely on her so much, and you completely fall apart when she has her little, late night visions. Kind of pathetic if you ask me. She doesn't moan and complain when you leave. Nope, she does her job." It taunted as it strolled over to my position, and grasps my tear stricken face with his hand. "I mean, she doesn't need you. She's got everything she needs to succeed as a hunter. And Sam, Oh~ Sam- John's favorite. Even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you."

"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." Dean added with a smile. The grip on my chin became to the point of bruising as he remained silent. Then, Dean started to scream in pain.

"Dean! No!" Sam screamed and started struggling again. Blood started oozing down his chest from wounds being carved into him.

"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" Dean begged as I tried to scream out.

"Dean! No!" Sam screamed in agony.

"Dad, please." Dean pleaded as blood bubbled from his chest. His eyes drooped as his head fell.

"Stop." I hear John whisper, and the grip on my face is gone. I looked at him, blinded by tears. The rotting persona was almost gone, and I could see John's face. "Stop it." Sam and I fell to the floor. I was let out strained gasps as I crawled towards where Dean was, and started tugging at his leg. Sam went for the Colt as Yellow Eyes turned back to Sam. "You kill me, you kill Daddy."

"I know." Sam answered, and fired at his leg. The demon fell to the ground, and the hold on Dean was released. I cradled Dean in my arms as Sam knelt down to us. "Dean? Dean, hey? Oh, god, you've lost a lot of blood."

"Lottie, where's Lottie?" He choked out. I ran my hands over his face, trying to assure him where I was. "Lottie-" He croaked softly as I just kissed him. He pulled away. "Check on Dad."

"Sammy! It's still alive! It's inside me! I can feel it! You shoot me! You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" John yelled. Sam raised his gun to his father. "Do it now!"

"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it!" Dean pleaded as I tugged the knife out of my side.

"You've got to hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!" John continued to scream. "Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" My vision started to dot with small black spots as I covered my gushing wound. A slight fuzz reverberated through my skull as I lost more blood by the second. "You do this! Sammy! Sam..." John's mouth opened wide and black smoke flooded out and into the floor.

My voice echoed out softly as I met my limit. "Sam?" I fell sideways, and landed in a pool of my own blood.