Anger flared within me at the mention of my family and I said, "You don't know anything."

"I know how your parents died, and I know that when you touch someone you can see what they are thinking about," Meg started.

I looked up at her in confusion and asked, "What does that have to do with anything you just said."

Meg smirked as she said, "Isn't it obvious. I thought you were the smart one out of the couple. I'm gonna show you how your parents died." Meg quickly grabbed my arm, and I was instantly brought into her mind.

I gasped as I saw my parents' truck sitting in front of a house. They were in it along with John. They quickly jumped out of the vehicle and ran into the house. As they entered the house, my mind did too. I was now looking at a nursery, and my mom was being thrown into the wall. John tried to shoot the thing, but was thrown out of the room and over the balcony. My dad shortly entered the room, and my mom was being dragged up the wall. I started to cry as a large gash was cut into my mom's abdomen and a fire engulfed her. My attention was brought back to my dad who was now pinned to the wall. Second go by and his neck snaps.

I gasp again as Meg releases her grip on my arm. Tears are freely falling down my face. John explained what happened to them, but seeing it. I tried to hold down a sob, so I didn't seem weak in front of Meg, but I almost don't care. She was there when my parents died. The overwhelming grief I was feeling was slowly being swallowed by the rising anger I was feeling towards her. She had a part in their death.

"You bitch," I said, my voice cracking from my overwhelming emotions, "I'm gonna kill you."

Meg started to laugh at me and said, "Wow, not the reaction I was expecting. I thought you were gonna be a sobbing mess. I mean you looked like it for a minute."

"You were there. You were every part of their death as that other thing. When I get out of these ropes, I'm gonna kill you," I responded, almost sounding foreign to myself. I thought I felt rage when I found out about Sam knowing I was gonna get tortured, but this, this is a whole new level of hatred, almost dangerous.

I glared at Meg, and I detected a small flicker of fear in her eyes before it disappeared, and she started to laugh again, "Oh, honey. You'll be long dead by then."

"Then I guess I'll see you in hell, bitch," I seethed, pulling at my restraints. I winced a little as pain shot through my stomach.

Meg kept that ugly smirk on her face as she said, "You might just bleed out before dear old John gets here."

"Damn it Meg," Dean shouted.

I looked over to Dean, and he had concern written all over his face. I saw him look behind me for a second before meeting my gaze again. I knew he was looking at Sam, he must be doing something. Dean quickly dropped a knife that was in his sleeve down on the ground to distract Meg. Meg quickly walked over behind him and threw it out of reach. As she did that I looked over to Sam, and saw he had untied himself.

Meg smirked and made her way back over to me, but before she could say anymore Sam jumped up and kicked her to the ground. Sam dropped the knife by me, and I immediately started to cut my rope, which cut fairly easily. Sam ran over to the altar and flipped it. Moments later the Deva's came and started to drag her out of the building. They threw her out of the giant glass window. Once I was untied I limped over to Dean and cut his rope.

We stood up and supported each other as we quickly limped over to the broken window and I saw Meg dead on the side walk.

My emotions started to become too much to handle and I fell to my knees, and started to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't get the images of my parents dying out of my head. She was there, and I saw these yellow eyes. That thing with the yellow eyes killed my parents, killed Dean's mom. My entire body shook as Dean sunk down to my level and embraced me. As I cried my sobs caused my wounds on my stomach to burn causing me to cry harder from the pain. I was a mess. Meg mentally and physically hurt me today like no one has ever done before.

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