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The sun blazed down on my skin as I sat on the bed of my beat up, pick up while going through local newspapers and listening to the police scanner. A tight feeling echoed up my body as I shifted and grimaced. A still healing wound from a werewolf in Wisconsin throbbed painfully. I huffed in agony and threw the newspapers onto the bed and lifted my shirt up a bit and gazed down at the pinkish, jagged bite going across my ribs. I held up my palm and sighed out in anticipation. A faint glow emitted from the skin as I pressed it onto the wound, all the while hissing in annoyance. A soft breath escaped my lips as I finished and lifted my palm. The wound was barely a scar. I smiled to myself and hopped off the back. I leaned against the railing as I gazed out to the canyon below.

"Dean woulda loved this..." I muttered to myself. My lips turned downwards as a frown settled onto my face. "I'm a horrible girlfriend...." The sound of approaching vehicles had me snap out of my sad facade. I quickly went back to my truck and slammed the bed back up and hopped in. A dusty old jeep stopped in the parking lot, and a family of four stepped out. I let out an even breath and started my old beat up truck.

A subtle vibration echoed throughout the truck as I started down Interstate forty. I grabbed my burner cell and gazed down at the unknown number. I flipped it open and pressed it against my ear. "Hello?" Subtle rustling and hurried pants echo through the reciever.

"Lottie?" I grimaced at my cell. "Lottie, please, it's Sam. Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but Dean and I need your help, okay? Dad's missing- No, Dean!" Sam snapped as the phone rustled around with angry grunts.

"Alright, listen, Lottie, meet us in Sioux Falls if you still care about us." Dean snapped in a clipped tone and ended the call. I groaned in agony before pulling up to the side of the road.

I let out a scream of anger and started hitting the steering wheel in my truck. "God, dammit!" I scream with conviction. With a shout, my truck roars down I-40, and onto the exit to make a track to North Dakota.

~*****~

Sioux Falls always seemed to be dreary and rainy when I was around. I parked the pick up in Bobby's Salvage yard and bound up the steps. I pounded on the door a few times and waited. "Bobby, open up!" I call. The door swung open. "The boys headin' here?" I ask monotonously.

"Yeah, said they'd be an hour or so last time I checked." He replied simply. Great, he was mad too. I waltz into the house and follow after Bobby. "So.... What happened?" Bobby finally asked after stewing in his judgmental silence.

"Nothin'." I snap as I take a seat on his table. Bobby huffs in agitation before handing me a beer. "I'm not ready to talk about it." Bobby raises his eye brows just a bit before nodding a few times. I shake my head and sigh lowly.

~*****~

True to their word, an hour later, the door rattles with heavy fisted knocks. I was in the middle of reading one of Bobby's many books. They spoke in hushed tones in the doorway, and once they stepped into the study, Sam and Dean halted at the sight of me. "Didn't think you'd actually come." Dean commented, his jaw tight with anger.

"Yeah, well, you don't know me as well as you think you do." I snapped.

"Guys, there's no time to be fighting." Sam butt in.

Dean sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah. Bobby, thanks. For everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come."

"Nonsense, your daddy needs help." Bobby shrugged.

"The last time he saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buck shot." I pointed out.

"Well, what can I say," Bobby sighed as he propped his hands on his hips. "John has that effect on people."

"Yeah, I guess he does." Dean smirked with a nod.

"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby said.

"Hey, uh, Bobby, I've been meanin' to ask. This book, is this the real deal?" I ask hesitantly. Sam came up besides me and took a look through the page I've been on.

"Key of Solomon?" Bobby asked. "It's the real deal, alright."

"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked, pointing down at the page. Bobby looked down at it and smirked.

"Hell yeah. You get a demon -- they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic Roach Motel." Bobby recited.

"Man knows his stuff." Dean stated as he stepped towards us.

"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you guys stepped in." Bobby said.

"Oh yeah? How's that?" Sam questioned.

"Normal year, I hear of, say three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby replied.

"Yeah?" Dean inquired.

"There's been twenty-seven possessions so far, Dean." I add as I cross my arms over my chest. "There's more walking around-- A lot more."

"Do you know why?" Dean asks.

"No, but I know it's something big. The storms coming, and you boys, your daddy, Lottie- you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby said grimly. Unconsciously, Dean gripped my shoulder. His face was contorted in worry, but not for himself. For me. I couldn't stand it. Bobby's dog started barking wildly from outside. "Rumsfeld?" Bobby calls as he faces the window.

I stepped towards the window cautiously and gazed out. The chain where the dog had been tethered swung limply from the pole, the dog nowhere to be seen. "Somethings wrong." I say softly.

At that moment, the door was kicked in, making us whirl around and gaze at the petite blonde. The decaying face seemed so familiar as I recalled the Daeva's claws digging into my stomach. Meg lifted her hand and with a flick of her wrist, Dean flew across the room and into a stack of books. "I want the Colt, Sam - the real Colt - right now." She demanded. I grabbed Sam's arm and tugged him behind me. "Carlotta, what a pleasant surprise. You're looking intact." She said with a smirk.

"Tell me about it, word on the street is your pissed I'm still breathin'." I retort back. She rolled her eyes. "You're lookin' in the wrong place, babe. Gun's buried."

"Didn't I say 'no more crap?' I swear - after everything I hear about you Winchesters and the little bitch, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed." Meg hissed, her voice starting to raise as she stalked towards us. "First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with those two chuckle heads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"

Dean appeared in the doorway. Meg followed my gaze as I stared at the man I fell for. "Actually, we were counting on it." Dean stated. They stared at each other before Dean's eyes flickered towards the ceiling. Meg looked upwards at the Devil's Trap Bobby and I put up.

"Oh, sucks, don't it." I chuckle as I leaned against the wall.

Once we secured her to a chair, Bobby left the room to salt the windows, leaving the three of us to watch her in anticipation. The air was thick with tension. Dean and Sam stood on the other side of the doorway, while I leaned against the wall, glaring daggers at her. "You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg spoke up as Bobby stepped in.

"I salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there - they ain't gettin' in." He told us. Dean nodded and moved around Bobby to stand before Meg.

"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean questioned in a harsh tone.

"You didn't ask very nice." Meg mocked.

Dead tilted his head, and licked his lips. "Where's our father, bitch."

Meg's mouth popped open in fake surprise. "Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, wait, I forgot, you don't."

Dean's face twisted in anger as he lunged forward, and slamming his hands onto the arms of the chair. "You think this is a friggin' game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?!" He yelled into her face, rage radiating off of him.

"He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg smiled, completely unaffected by his tone. Dean brought his hand up, and backhanded her. Her head snapped to the side, a loud yelp tearing from her throat. She quickly turned back to Dean. "That's kind of a turn on - you hitting a girl. Does Carlotta like you so rough?"

"You're no girl." Dean hissed, clenching his fists tightly. He lifted himself upwards and grabbed the journal from my bag on the bookshelf. He held it out to me and I just denied it. Before he could retort, I gave him a confident smirk.

"Aw, I wanted to hear a story~" Meg jeered with a fake pout.

"Don't need the book for that, doll." I start as I comb a hand through my short hair. "Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino-" I started.

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked with a laugh.

"Oh, we're going for it, baby - head spinning, projectile vomiting - the whole nine yards." Dean replied.

"Tribuite virtutem deo-" Meg flinched at my voice. She looked up at me with a heavy glare.

"I'm gonna kill you." She hissed before she switched her gaze at Dean. "I'm gonna rip the bones from your body!"

"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Dean growled. Meg just smiled at him and kept her trap shut.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica-" Meg began to shake from the exorcism, and tried desperately to keep her cool facade up. Finally, she erupted with a gasp.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes!" She said through clenched teeth. "He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat!"

"For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to god, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and everyone of you evil sons of bitches, so help me god." Dean snapped, his voice shaking with anger. The wind started to pick up, pages flew everywhere. Meg cried out again, causing me to stop. "Where is he?!"

"You wont just take 'dead' for an answer, will you?!" Meg asked.

"Where is he?!"

"Dead!"

"No, he's not! He's not dead! He can't be!" Dean screamed as he got in her face.

"He will be!" She shouted, unable to bear the pain any longer.

"Wait! What?!" Dean stopped me from finishing the exorcism.

"He's not dead, but he will be after what they'll do to him." Meg said in heavy pant.

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asked.

"You don't." Meg replied.

"Lottie!" Dean snapped, urging me to continue.

"A building!" Meg yelled before I could utter a word. "Okay!? A building in Jefferson City!"

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!"

"I don't know!" Meg exclaimed, her voice strained and broken.

"And the demon - the one we're looking for - where is it?" Sam asked.

"I don't know! I swear! That's everything! That's all I know!" She begged.

Dean stared at her for a minute before gritting his teeth. He turned to me after a moment. "Finish it."

"What? I told you the truth!" Meg shouted, fear in her eyes as she glared at him.

"I don't care."

"You son of a bitch! You promised!"

"I lied!" Dean growled as he lunged forward to hiss in her ear. "Lottie?" He pressed when I started to hesitate. I kept my mouth shut. He turned to gaze at me. "Lottie, finish it!"

"I'm all for making the bitch suffer, but we have to be reasonable here; What if she knows more than she lets on?" I asked.

"She doesn't know." Dean argued.

"Demons lie- and that's besides the point. If we exorcise her now, what'll happen to the girl she's possessing? Dean- she fell from a seven story building!"

"What?" Dean asked in confusion as Bobby stepped into the room.

"Her body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it - that girl is going to die." I explained.

"Listen to me, we're not gonna leave her like that." Dean whispered as he grasped my upper arms.

"She's a human being!" Bobby snapped.

"We're gonna have to put her out of her misery." Dean muttered as he smoothed his hands down my arms. "Lottie, finish it." I bit my lip in worry as I grasped my my head in agony. "Finish it." He repeated a bit more forcefully. I nodded and moved forwards. "Lottie, what are you-"

"Don't worry. You didn't think I skipped town for nothing, did you?" I ask with a breathy tone. I pressed my hand against Meg's forehead and tilted it back. She gazed up at me with an emotionless gaze. "I'm sorry, Meg Masters, but this is not the life you envisioned, is it?" I smile sweetly to the blonde before a faint glow emits from my palm her the skin on her forehead. Meg let out a scream of pain, and the black mist erupted from her body and into the devils trap. I moved backwards and stomped out as Sam and Dean went to tend to the broken girl. Memories flashed through my head. Memories of Meg Masters. All the pain and suffering she endured - it was horrible. Tears started slipping from my eyes and down my cheeks so quickly, I didn't bother to wipe them away. A rough hand landed on my shoulder. I turned to gaze at Bobby's concerned, and fearful expression. My lower lip quivered as I spoke. "What's happening to me?"