~Then~

"He should have called by now. Try him again," Sam states tears forming in his eyes.

Dean dials dad's number and raises his phone.

"Dad," he calls out.

"Where is he," Dean states very angry. I stare at him with concern. Sam placing his right arm across my chest and left across my waist incase I drop out of shock.

~Now~

Dean angrier slams his phone closed to hang it up.

"They've got Dad," he tells us.

"Meg," Sam questions still holding on to me like a life vest. Dean only nods, "What'd she say".

"I just told you, Sammy," Dean states he looks very livid. Dean takes the Colt and tucks it into the back of his jeans. I push myself out of Sam's giant arms walking towards Dean.

"What are you doing," I ask. Looking at him like he's a wild man as he is grabbing his duffel bag and flings to the bed tossing everything into it as quickly as possible.

"We got to go," he states as he continues to throw everything into his bag.

"Why," Sam questions.

"I think we should be thinking this through, have a plan before we go all in half-cocked," I state trying to be the voice of reason. Dean places on his jacket, looks over at us and starts towards the bathroom.

"We will think of a plan on the road. We need to leave, because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad – it's probably coming for us next," Dean tells us before walking into the bathroom to grab his items.

"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come," Sam states.

'Do you remember what I said about 20 seconds ago about having a plan and not going in half-cocked'.

'Ariel, this needs to end'

'No, this can wait, Dad can take care of himself, and we are far out of our league. We need help' I shake my head knowing that I have a very stubborn twin for a brother. Dean walks back into the room his shower items in hand.

"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving.... now," Dean tells us ending the fight. I go to the bathroom and grab my items as well knowing that I never unpack much on a hunt.

After we have all packed as quickly as we could we get into the Impala and peel out towards our next location. Which Dean decides not to tell us.

"I'm telling you, Dean, we could have taken him," Sam starts breaking the silence. I groan in annoyance.

"Like I told you earlier, Samuel William Winchester. What we need is a plan," I tell him my aggravation now in full force.

"I agree with Ariel. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun," Dean confirms. Sam simply shakes his head and Dean glances over at him, "What".

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade," Sam questions now getting upset, "Dad, he might be...".

"Don't," Dean shouts the car swerves a little.

"Look, I don't want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing. We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job," Sam exclaims.

"Screw the job, Sam. And quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything. I mean it to you as well Dean. Like I said earlier we need help. We need someone with more experience. I think I know just who can help," I reveal. I share a look at my two brothers as they both look at each other as if they don't have a clue as to whom I am speaking of.

"Jesus, must I think for the both of you idjits? Bobby, we should go and see if Bobby can be of any help," I tell them rolling my eyes at their stupidity. Dean looks at me through the rearview mirror and shakes his head, concern and worry across his features.

"Well, off to Bobby's we go, princess," he tells me before making a complete U turn and speeding down the road.

After driving thru the night, we make it to Bobby's in the early morning. Sam drives the Impala drives onto a junkyard, is the beginning of Bobby Singer's property. Bobby is an old friend of our dad, who had not parted on good terms with him the last time they saw each other. A large dog, Rumsfeld, is chained to a post and is lying on the hood of an old tow truck.

We park the car and walk out towards the front porch. Bobby is there and lets us there. Upon entering the house, you can see books stacked everywhere. It's untidy and cluttered with papers on every wall. Last time I saw this house I had cleaned it up some and had organized all the books cataloguing each section by creature. Guess it didn't last to long.

'bet it lasted only one day' I chuckle.

'one hour, MAX' Sam, who is now sitting at the desk shakes his head with a smile. Bobby walks into another room and comes in with two round silver flasks with crosses on them and hands one to Dean. Sam is continues sitting at the desk starts reading a very large book.

"Here you go," Bobby tells Dean.

"What is this – holy water," Dean questions.

"If it was can you blame him. It comes with part of being on the job," I tell Dean before walking over to him and grabbing the flask taking a swig of it before he can even respond back with another stupid question. I had it back to him as he does the same before walking over to Sam and handing it to him as well.

"Ariel is right, but that was holy water," bobby informs him before holding out the other flask, "This is whiskey".

He takes a swig of whiskey and hands it to Dean, who also drinks.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come," Dean tells him.

"What do you mean, he used to watch over us as kids," I tell Dean confused.

"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help," Bobby tells Dean disregarding my question.

"Well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything," Dean tells Bobby. I stare at the old man in shock, before the shock wears off and I glare at him.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? Dad just has that effect on people," he tells us looking over at me with a shrug and frown.

"Yeah, I guess he does," I respond back a sigh. I walk over to Sam and move the book over and sit in his lap before lifting the book back up and holding it, so I can see what he is reading.

'Really, Ariel'

'what I wanted to read too. Besides I'm small and you're more comfortable then any chair in this house'

'Ariel, why can't you act your age, not shoe size'

'that's no fun Sam'

'Ariel, I think Dean and Bobby are talking to us.

"Huh, Dean, Bobby, were you talking to me. I was too in one with the book," I tell him with an innocent smile.

"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal," Bobby tells us.

"Do these protective circles. They really work," Sam questions.

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel," Bobby tells us. Sam and I chuckle. Dean comes over towards us.

"Man knows his stuff," He tells us.

"Was there any doubt that he did," I question.

"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you three stepped in," Bobby informs us.

"Oh, yeah? How's that," Sam questions.

"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops," Bobby enlightens us, "This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more".

"Any idea as to why," I question. I suddenly feel something coming over, something familiar but weird.

"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you kids, your Daddy – you are smack in the middle of it,"

Rumsfeld starts barking outside. I get up from Sam and look over to the window. Bobby goes over to the window to tell the dog to be quiet when we here a whine. Sam and I look at each other before looking over to Bobby who looks confused.

"Something's wrong" he tells us before the door is kicked in.

At that moment Meg kicks in the door and saunters in. Dean slips the holy water flask out of his pocket.

"No more crap, okay," Meg tells us.

Dean comes at her, unscrewing the flask, but Meg hits him and sends him flying into a stack of books. He appears to be knocked out. Sam steps in front of Bobby and me, placing himself between us and Meg.

"I want the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now," she commands.

We, Sam, Bobby, and I, are slowly moving across the room and Meg follows them.

"We don't have it on us. We buried it," I tell her.

"Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you three chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you," she tell us. Dean steps into frame behind her.

"Actually, we were counting on it," he tells her. Meg turns to look at him. Dean stares at her and then looks up at the ceiling. Meg also looks up and sees a large protective symbol etched there.

"Gotcha," he says with a smirk. Meg is tied to a chair in the middle of the floor. Dean and Sam are watching her.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask. I'm kind of into girls with red hair," she tells me.

"It's strawberry blonde, you dumb bimbo," I sneer. Bobby comes in with a very large canister of salt.

"I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in," Bobby informs us. Dean nods and stands up, moving around Bobby, Sam, and I to stand in front of Meg.

"Where's our father, Meg," Dean interrogates her.

"You didn't ask very nice," she replies.

"Where's our father, bitch," he says with a smile.

"Jeez. You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't," she states hotly. Dean lunges at her, putting his hands on the chair arms.

"You think this is a frigging game? Where is he?! What did you do to him," he yells in her face.

"He died screaming. I killed him myself," she tells him with a smirk. Dean just looks at her with hate, then hits her across the face.

"That's kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl," she tells him.

"You're no girl. You're a piece of trash using a real girl as a meat suit. I almost wish I was the one to get a whack in," I tell her smirking. Bobby gets up and moves into the next room calling for Dean to follow. Which means that Sam to feel included goes with.

"Awe, they leave little red with the big back wolf," she taunts.

"Hmm, I didn't realize I had fur and fangs. Oh man wont dad be so upset," I taunt back.

"You know that they will realize that Sam and you aren't so different than us,"

"You know that nothing will happen to Sam and I. Even if something did, I'd see you in hell. Make sure you save me a seat on the bus ride there,"

"Wow, I take it back. You are the brains, the other two are chuckleheads. How do you manage to deal with them all day? Dean and his need to be the perfect solider, and Sam with his kicked puppy routine,"

"Wow, you really don't know when to shut it,"

"You know that little friend you have won't be able to keep you safe with it all goes down,"

"What friend,"

"The one that keeps telling you to be safe, your little angel," she tells me. I laugh to the point of needing to potty.

"Wow, good one. Angels aren't real and there is no one other than my family telling me to watch my back,"

"You know I remember saying no more crap earlier,"

"Then take a page out of your own book. And do as you say," I tell her. Sam comes back into the room with Dean and Bobby and they pass me up and get closer to Meg.

"Are you gonna read me a story," she taunts them.

"Something like that. Hit it, Sam," Dean responds back with scarasm.

"Regna terrae, cantate deo, psallite domino.,"

"An exorcism? Are you serious," Meg questions Dean.

"Oh we're going for it, baby – head spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards," he tells her.

"tribuite virtutem deo," Sam continues. Meg flinches in pain. Sam looks at Dean. Meg looks over her shoulder at Sam.

"I'm gonna to kill you all. I'm gonna rip the bones from your body," she threatens us.

"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is? Well at least you'll get a nice tan," Dean tells her.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica," Sam continues. Meg has been shaking and obviously in pain while Sam reads the exorcism ritual. She finally gasps in pain and Sam stops.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat," she tells us. Sam starts reading again and Dean leans down to her.

"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 every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God," Dean threatens.

"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae. Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt," Sam chants. Meg starts to show signs of being in pain again.

"Where is he," Dean questions again,

"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you,"

"Where is he,"

"Dead," she tells us.