Parallel Worlds

Chapter Twenty-Three

Marthe's POV

When Siobhan and Sam went their separate ways I followed Dean up the stairs. I was still trying to figure out what was about to happen with the storyline. Siobhan and I had figured out what episode we were in but now the real task was to try and find out which spirit would appear next to the boys.

"You stay next to me, alright? The last thing I need to worry about now is someone else's back as well as mine." Dean said, pointing his gun at the ready.

I rolled my eyes, "You could have let me go with Siobhan and Sam if you despise me that much."

Dean whipped his head around to look at me, "Who said I despised you? Look, I just don't give out trust as easily as Sam and Bobby seem to do so don't get offended if I make an off-hand remark."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing more and kept moving. When we got to the top Dean decided to call out,

"Bobby?"

"You don't think somebody's hurt him, do you?" I asked, while my forehead creased with worry.

Just as Dean was about to answer a door at the far end of the hallway opeened but no one came out of the room. I shuddered at the thought of what could be in that room.

"Come out, come out, whoever you are." Dean called out into the emptiness.

"Really, Dean? You think they're going to answer to tha-" I stopped as I felt a presence behind me.

"Dean Winchester. Still so bossy. You don't recognise me?" A young woman's voice asked.

We both turned around faster than I ever thought we coud to face none other than Meg Masters. It seemed that Dean was trying to remember who this girl was.

"This was what I looked like before that demon cut off my hair and dressed me like a slut." Meg carried on, seemingly unaware of my presence; which was what I preferred.

Dean's face flashed with recognition before he asked, "Meg?"

"Hi. It's okay, I'm not a demon." Meg said, and put her hands up in some form of surrender.

I studied her with curiosity; I wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not.

"You're the girl the demon possessed." Dean stated, confirming what Meg had just said a few minutes ago which made Meg and I both roll our eyes.

"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not, you know, not choking on my own blood. It's okay. Seriously, I'm just a college girl. Sorry - was. I was walking home one night and got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know, I'm a prisoner-" Meg gestured to her head. "In here. Now, I was awake. I had to watch while she murdered people."

Meg seemed to have not taken any notice of my presence; it wasn't as if I was at the other end of the room too. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going to go.

"I'm sorry." Dean apologised, a pained look on his face.

"Oh, yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?" Meg snarled, I realised things were going to start becoming nasty.

"Well, we thought-" Dean started, stumbling through his words.

"No, you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying! I was trapped in here screaming at you! "Just help me, please!" You're supposed to help people, Dean. Why didn't you help me?" Meg ranted.

Dean put his arm up to shield me in a protective manner in case Meg decided to hurt me, "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry!" Meg snapped, and slapped Dean across the face.

I glared at her but it didn't seem to make much of a difference; I seemed to be invisible to her. What was going on?

"Meg. Meg..." Dean kept saying but couldn't carry out whatever he wished to say.

Things started to get out of hand as Meg began to kick Dean. It was not soft touches of the foot either; they were rather violent kicks. Too violent for my liking. I tried and blocked the kicks for Dean but, Dean obviously sensing my plan, pulled me to the side with as much as a warning glance as he could muster through the pain.

"We didn't know." Dean started again.

"No... You just attacked. Did you ever think there was a girl in here? No. You just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of hero?" Meg asked, still kicking Dean in the stomach.

"No, I don't." Dean stated.

Meg suddenly stopped the violence and then went and hauled Dean up by the scruff of his jacket, "You're damn right. Do you have any idea what it's like to be ridden for months by pure evil... while your family has no idea what happened to you?"

"We did the best we could." Dean answered smartly back.

And then the kicking started again. This time I tried and intrevend by grabbing Meg's feet and tried to hold them back. However, this doesn't help at all since it seemed that she couldn't sense me or feel me so she kept going. I decided to sit next to Dean and hugged him so that he knew someone was there and that Meg didn't drive him into depression. I felt a little squeeze and I knew that he was grateful for the company.

It felt like as if it had lasted for hours before Meg finally relented from the kicking and Dean was on the floor next to me. His face was all bloody and his breathing was hard. Meg stood over him with her hands on her hips,

"It wasn't just me, Dean. I had a sister. A little sister. She worshipped me. You know how little siblings are, right? How they'll do anything for you. She was never the same after I disappeared. She just... she just got lost. And when my body was in the morgue beat-up and broken..."

"Meg." Dean managed to say, while still having trouble breathing. I squeezed his hand in comfort.

"Do you know what that did to her? She killed herself!" Meg shrieked, and kicked Dean in the stomach again which made Dean grunt in pain, "Because of you, Dean! Because all you were thinking about were your family, your revenge, and your demons! 50 words of Latin a little sooner, and I'd still be alive. My baby sister would still be alive. That blood is on your hands, Dean!"

"You're right." Dean admitted, which earned himself another kick from Meg and then the violence continued.

I was wondering when the kicking was finally going to stop when suddenly Meg ceased. I looked in Dean's direction and saw that he had a gun pointed at Meg.

"Come on, Dean, did you're brain get French-fried in hell? You can't shoot me with bullets." Meg said, tauntingly.

"I'm not shooting you." Dean stated, and before Meg could say anything else Dean pulled the trigger up towards the ceiling.

There was a loud crack and then a gigantic smash as the chandelier fell on Meg. As soon as it hits her she dssppears.

"Iron." Dean stated, and then grunted in pain.

"Where are you hurt?" I asked, trying to find the source of the pain.

"Everywhere. Now let's go and see where the others are and see if they've had better luck in finding Bobby." Dean said, while standing up.

"Just as we walked outside Dean turned to me, "Thanks for your support in there. I'm guessing Meg couldn't see you for some weird reason but thanks for comforting me. It helped a lot."

I smiled knowing this was as much as a thank you that I was going to get from Dean Winchester, "Are we getting all sappy now, Dean? C'mon, we still need to find Bobby."