1.2 "Maybe You Shouldn't"

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I looked back at the boys.

Meg started to shake.

She gritted her teeth "he begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time"

I whispered to Dad "She's lying"

He looked at me "you can tell?"

I nodded "i can feel it"

Meg "that's when i slit his throat"

Dean "for your sake, i hope you're lying. Because if it's true..i will march into hell myself and i will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me, God"

Sam started to chant again.

Suddenly the book next to me started to flip pages by itself.

I raised an eyebrow.

Sam kept chanting.

Meg was fighting the exorcism.

Dean "where is he?"

Meg "you just won't take dead for an answer."

Dean "where is he?"

Meg "dead"

Dean yelled, shaking his head  "no, he's not!. He's not dead. He can't be"

Then he looked at Sam "what are you looking at? keep reading. "

Sam did what he was told.

Meg cried out.

The chair she was sitting in started to move around.

She yelled out "he will be!"

Dean yelled  "wait! what?"

Sam stopped chanting. 

Meg "he's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him. "

Dean "how do we know you're telling the truth?"

Meg "you don't "

Dean "Sam-"

Meg "a building, okay? At building in Jefferson City. "

Sam "Missouri? where, where? and address"

Meg shook her head "i don't know"

Sam "and the demon? The one we're looking for. Where is it?"

Meg "i don't know. I swear. That's everything. That's all i know"

Dean "finish it"

Meg asked shocked "what? i told you the truth!"

Dean "i don't care"

Meg yelled "you son of a bitch, you promised"

Dean yelled "i lied!"

He bent down behind her" Sam"

Sam didn't do anything.

Dean looked at him "Sam"

He walked to Sam "Read"

Sam "Maybe we can still use her. Find out where the demon is"

Dean "she doesn't know"

Sam "she lied!"

Dean "Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped in there and we've gotta help her"

Me "or you're gonna kill her"

They looked at me.

Dad whispered "Elena"

I walked to the boys.

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