We parked by some train tracks later that day, Sam was looking through the Key of Solomon book on the roof of the car, spinning a marker in his hand. Dean and I were at the back of the car, he was loading up guns and putting them into his duffel bag while I leaned against the car and stare at him with concern.

"You’ve been quiet." I said as I notice the solemn look on his face. "Just getting ready." He replied, flatly. "He’s gonna be fine, Dean." I assured him but he doesn't answer. I frown then walked right next to him then placed a hand on his shoulder. He stops for a moment then turns his head to look at me, I give him an encouraging smile as he stares at me then looks down.

Suddenly, Sam comes up to the open trunk lid and rubs off the dirt and starts to draw on the lid. "Dude, what are you drawing on my car!" Dean exclaims. "It’s called a Devil’s trap. Demons can’t get through it or inside it." Sam replied.

"So?" Dean asked, annoyed, as Sam moves around to the other end of the trunk. "It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox." He said. "So?" Dean asked again. "So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad." Sam said and I give him an impressed look. "Smart." I said and Sam smiles at me.

"What are you talking about? We’re bringing the Colt with us." Dean said. "We can’t, Dean. We’ve only got three bullets left." Sam said to him. "He's right, Dean. We can’t just use them on any demon, we’ve got to use them on the demon." I said. "No, we have to save Dad, okay? We’re gonna need all the help we can get." Dean said to us, firmly.

"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn’t want us to bring the gun." Sam said to him. "I don’t care, Sam. I don’t care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that, too. Hell, I mean, you’re the one who came and got me at school!" Sam yells and Dean scoffs at this. "You’re the one who dragged me back into this, Dean. I’m just trying to finish it!" Sam shouts. "Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can’t wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I’m gonna be the one to bury you. You’re selfish, you know that? You don’t care about anything but revenge." Dean growls at his brother. "That’s not true, Dean." Sam said and Dean scoffs again while I turn to him.

"Look, you want your dad back, I get it. But, Dean, they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage and you know it, Dean. We can not bring that gun. We can’t." I said to Dean, firmly. He stares at me for a moment then said, flatly. "Fine."

"I’m serious, Dean." I said to him.

"I said fine, (y/n)." Dean snapped at me and he takes the Colt out of his jacket pocket and holds it up to show Sam and I before putting it in the trunk. Sam gives me a thank you look before we start walking off.

We were walking by the river and step up beside some trees when Dean stops. "Hey, hey." He said and Sam abs I stopsl and look at him. "Think I know what Meg meant by Sunrise." He said and we look over to see an apartment building with a sign out front that says Sunrise Apartments.

"Son of a bitch. That’s pretty smart. I mean, if these demons can possess people they can possess almost anybody inside." Dean mutters. "Yeah, and make anybody attack us." Sam said. "And so we can’t kill them – a building full of human shields." I said.

"They probably know exactly what we look like, too. And they could look like anybody." said Sam. "Yeah, this sucks out loud." Dean grumbles. "Tell me about it." Sam said as we stare at the building. "Alright, so, how the hell are we going to get in?" I asked.

Dean looks over at the building for a minute then turns to us. "Pull the fire alarm, get out all the civilians." Dean said. "Okay, but then the city responds in, what, seven minutes?" I asked him. "Seven minutes exactly." Dean said and we nod.

I walk in the front door of the apartment and go to the fire alarm on the wall. Just as I'm about to pull it, a man comes walking down the hallway. I move to the stairs like I'm going up them; but when the man leaves through the front door, I quickly go and pull the alarm. Once the alarm goes off, I leave the building.

I met up with Sam and we step back from the apartment building. Seven minutes later, the fire men show up and they go in and help people out of the building. Sam and I hide behind a fire truck just as we hear Dean talk to one of the firemen.

"Hey, what’s happening? Is it a fire?" He asked. "We’re figuring that out right now, sir. Just stay back." The fireman said. "Well, I’ve got a Yorkie upstairs and he pees when he’s nervous...." Dean said and I chuckle under my breath as I picture Dean walking a little yorkie around the park.

Sam and I move behind them to the fire truck. Sam finds the compartment and picks the lock.

Later, inside of the building, Dean, Sam and I come down the hallway dressed in full fireman gear – helmets, breathing apparatus, etc. Dean uses his EMF to check the doors of the apartments.

"I always wanted to be a fireman when I grew up." Dean said. "You never told me that." Sam said. "Yeah, me either." I said just as Dean’s EMF starts reading high, near a door.

Dean reaches out and starts to knock. "This is the fire department. We need you to evacuate." He said and moments later the door starts to open. And that's when we shove it open.

We come through the door and see a woman was knocked back and a man starts to charge at us. But the three of us spray the couple with holy water from our tanks, and it begins to burn them. Dean punches the man and shoves him into a closet. "Come on!" Dean yells as Sam grabs the woman off the table and shoves her in the closet as well.

I lean against the door and it lurches as the demons inside try to get out. "Hurry up!" I yelled at the boys and Sam grabs a canister of salt from the duffel bag and runs a line around the closet door.

As soon as he finishes it, the pounding stops. We take off the fireman gear and move to the bedroom door, we open it and see John on the bed. Dean, immediately, goes over to his father. "Dad?" He said and he leans down and listens. "He’s still breathing." Dean said and Sam lets out a sigh of relief while Dean starts shaking John. "Dad, wake up. Dad!" He said.

Dean takes out a knife and is about to cut the restraints around John’s wrists until I hold up a hand. "Wait. Wait." I said and Dean turns to me. "What?" He asked. "He could be possessed for all we know." I said. "What, are you nuts?" Dean asked as he looks at me like I'm insane. "She's right, Dean. We got to be sure." Sam said as I take a flask of holy water out of the duffel bag and sprinkle it on John.

It had no effect.

John moans and starts to come around then looks over at me and Sam. "Sam? (Y/n)? Why are you splashing water on me?" He asked us and I sigh with relief. "Dad, are you okay?" Dean asked him. "They’ve been drugging me. Where’s the Colt?" John asked. "Don’t worry, Dad, it’s safe." Sam said as Dean cuts him free. "Good. Good." John mutters as Sam and Dean picks him up.

I start leading them out of the bedroom as the boys carrying John, when he front door bursts open. I stumble back as a man and fireman come in. "Go! Go!" I shouted just as Dean said. "Back! Back!" We go back into the bedroom and close the door, locking it. But then an axe suddenly comes through the door.

I, immediately, grab the salt container and run a line at the bedroom door. Dean, John and Sam climbed out on the fire escape. "(Y/n), let’s go!" Dean shouts at me and I toss him the duffel bag then I go through the window out onto the fire escape. I turn around and run the salt along the window sill.

Dean and I help John down onto the street and Sam moves ahead of us. But, suddenly, Sam is attacked by another man and he pins Sam down on the street and starts beating him to death. "Sam!" Dean and I shout and Dean puts John down and I run at the man and tackle him down.

We landed on our sides and I start to get up but the man punches me across the face. I yelped in pain then felt a warm liquid, that tasted like iron, in my mouth. I spit on the ground to realize it was blood.

Before I had time to register anything, the man kicks me onto my back then he looms over me and started to punch me, repeatedly. Suddenly, there was a sound of a gunshot and there was a bullet hole through the man's head and he falls off of me, dead.

I turn my head and see Dean standing there with the Colt in his hand. I let out an exasperated sigh as he puts it away and comes over to me and Sam. "Guys! Sam! (Y/n)!" Dean said as he helps Sam get up then he comes over to me and helps me up. "Guys, come on! Come on!" Dean said as we stared at the dead man. The demon is dead but so is the man it was possessing.

"Come on. We got to get out of here." Dean shouts and I turn away and we go over to John, pick him up, and leave the area in a hurry.

That night, in a cabin, Sam and I were pouring salt along the window sills, both of our faces were a mess, bruised, bloody, and swollen. As we do this, we hear footsteps and we turn to see Dean coming into the room.

"How is he?" Sam asked him. "He just needed a little rest, that’s all. How are you two?" Dean asked us. "I’ll survive." Sam and I said, in unison, then I look over at Dean. "Hey, you don’t think we were followed here, do you?" I asked him. "I don’t know. I don’t think so. I mean, we couldn’t have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up." Dean replied and I nodded as Sam looks at him.

"Hey, uh....Dean, you, um....you saved mine and (y/n)'s life back there." Sam said to him and Dean smirks a bit. "So, I guess both of you are glad I brought the gun, huh?" He said and I shake my head. "Dean, he's trying to thank you...and I wanna thank you too." I said and Dean looks between us. "You’re welcome." He said and I give him a small smile before he looks down for a moment then back up to us.

"Guys?" He said.

"Yeah?" Sam and I said in unison.

"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean said, and I could hear the guilt in his voice. "You didn’t have a choice, Dean." I said to him. "Yeah, I know, that’s not what bothers me." Dean replied.

"Then what does?" Sam asked. "Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn’t hesitate, I didn’t even flinch. For you or Dad or (y/n), the things I’m willing to do or kill, it’s just, uh....it scares me sometimes." Dean said, his voice slightly cracking. Sam and I just look at him, not knowing what to say, until John walks in the room.

"It shouldn’t. You did good." John said and Dean looks at him, confused. "You’re not mad?" He asked. "For what?" John said, shrugging. "Using a bullet." Dean said. "Mad? I’m proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have." John said to Dean, who blinks at him. "Thanks." Dean said.

Then the wind picks up and the lights start to flicker, causing all of us go over to the window. "It found us. It’s here." John said as he looks out. "The demon?" I asked and he nods. "Sam, (y/n), line up salt in front of every window, every door." He said to us. "We already did it." Sam said. "Well, check it, okay?" He said to us, firmly. "Okay." Sam and I said and we leave the room.

After we looked around and made sure that there was salt on the doors or the windows, Sam and I come into the room and see Dean was pointing the gun at John. "Dean?" Sam said, confused. "What the hell’s going on?" I asked.

"He's lost his mind." John said as he looks at us. "He’s not Dad." Dean states. "What?" Sam and I asked.  I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him." Dean said and he starts to get upset.

"Don’t listen to him." John said as Sam looks at Dean. "Dean, how do you know?" He asked as I could tell Dean was fighting back tears. "He’s .... he’s different." Dean said. "You know, we don’t have time for this. Sam, (y/n), you wanna kill this demon, you’ve gotta trust me." John said.

Sam and I look back and forth between John and Dean. Dean glances at us, but doesn’t say anything else to convince us. "Sam? (Y/n)?" John said as Sam and I look back and forth then we share a look before we look over at John. "No. No." We said as we move over to stand by Dean’s side. And John looks at us in shock.

"Fine. You three are so sure, go ahead. Kill me." John said as he looks down and waits. Dean holds the gun on him, but doesn’t pull the trigger. "I thought so." John said, smirking, then he looks back up and we see that his eyes are yellow.

Sam and I lunge towards him, but we were thrown against the wall, pinned there. So is Dean, and he drops the Colt and John picks it up.

"What a pain in the ass this thing’s been." John said. "It’s you, isn’t it? We’ve been looking for you for a long time." Sam growls and John looks at us. "Well, you found me." He said, smiling. "But the holy water?" I said, confused. "You think something like that works on something like me?" He asked and I tried to fight the force that has me pinned to the wall, but fail.

"I’m gonna kill you!" Sam and I shouted, angrily. "Oh, that’d be a neat trick. In fact..." John said then he puts the gun down on a table. "...here. Make the gun float to either of you, psychic kiddos." John said and I look at the gun, but nothing happens. Sam was doing the same but nothing was happening as well. "Well, this is fun." John said and he walks over to the window beside Dean.

"I could’ve killed you a hundred times today, but this....." he sighs. "...this is worth the wait." He said as Dean struggles, but is still pinned to the wall. "Your Dad – he’s in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says hi, by the way. He’s gonna tear you apart. He’s gonna taste the iron in your blood." John said as he looks at Dean. "Let him go, or I swear to God –" Dean growls.

"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I’m concerned, this is justice. You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter." John said. "Who, Meg?" Dean asked. "The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand." John said and Dean rolls his eyes. "You’ve got to be kidding me." He mutters.

"What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" John asked then he smiles at Dean. "Oh, that’s right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don’t make a right."  He said. "You son of a bitch." Dean said.

"I wanna know why. Why’d you do it?" Sam asked him, angrily, and he turns to Sam. "You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?" He said. "Yeah." Sam replied and John turns to Dean. "You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him." He said as he backs up toward Sam. "Been shopping for rings and everything." He said then he turns to Sam. "You want to know why? Because they got in the way."

"In the way of what?" Sam asked. "My plans for you, Sammy. You...and all the children like you." John said then he looks at me. "Including you, girlie. That's why I killed your mom....and your dad." He said and I look at him, confused. "My dad died from cancer." I said and John smiles. "Who do you think put that cancer in him?" He asked and my heart sank as he said that. Then, as fast as the shock hit me, the anger overtakes me and I try to struggle against the force holding me up.

"You son of a bitch!" I growled, angrily, as he laughs.

"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can’t stand the monologuing." Dean said and John goes over to him. "Funny, but that’s all part of your M.O., isn’t it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth." John said.

"Oh, yeah? What’s that?" Dean asked. "You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don’t need you. Not like you need them. Sam – he’s clearly John’s favorite. Even when they fight, it’s more concern than he’s ever shown you." John said to Dean, who glares at him. "And (y/n)? She'll never accept you. She doesn't need you, just like your family doesn't need you."

I struggled against the force again and look over at Dean, trying to convey that this was not true, while he continued to glare at the demon.

"I bet you’re real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh wait, I forgot. I wasted ‘em." Dean sneers and he just smiles at him as John looks at Dean then he steps back and puts his head down. When he looks back up, Dean suddenly yells in pain. "Dean! No!" Sam yells as I shout. "Dean!"

Then Dean starts to bleed heavily from his chest. Sam and I start to struggle against the force pinning us but it seemed no use. "Dad! Dad, don’t you let it kill me!" Dean pleads as he stares at John while he looks at him again and smiles. Dean starts screaming in pain again.
"
Dean!! No!!" Sam screams.

"No! Stop! Dean!" I plead as blood starts flowing out of Dean. Sam and I struggle as hard as we can to break free then I stare at the colt, like if I stare at it long enough it'll move.

"Dad, please." Dean pleads, tearfully, as blood runs out of his mouth but then he passes out. "Dean!!" Sam and I screamed, tears running down my face.

"Stop." John whispers and, suddenly, Sam and I were let go. "Stop it." John said as Sam dives and grabs the gun off the table and I stood up next to him. John turns to Sam, eyes yellow once again, and Sam aims the gun at him.

"You kill me, you kill Daddy." The demon said. "I know." Sam said and he fires the gun, shooting John in the leg. He falls down and so does Dean. Sam gets up and he and I go over to Dean.

"Dean? Dean, hey?" I said, frantically, and noticed the blood all over him and in his mouth. "Oh God, you’ve lost a lot of blood." Sam said, in a panic. "Where’s Dad?" Dean asked, weakly. "He’s right here. He’s right here, Dean." I said as I gesture over to John. "Sam, go check on him." Dean said.

"Dean." Sam said, worriedly, but Dean slight shakes his head. "Go check on him." He said and Sam looks at me. "I've got him, Sam. Don't worry." I said, softly. Sam gets up and goes over to check on John, who was lying motionless on the floor, while I kneel down by Dean and try to help him sit up.

"Nice and easy." I said to Dean, calmly, as he slowly sits up and leans his back against me. "You're okay, you're okay." I whispered as he groans and leans his head back against my shoulder.

"Dad? Dad?" Sam asked as he walks towards him. Suddenly, John looks over at Sam. "Sammy! It’s still alive. It’s inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" John orders as Sam aims the gun at him. "Do it now!" John yells.

"Sam, don’t you do it. Don’t you do it." Dean said as Sam looks over at him then back at John. "You’ve gotta hurry! I can’t hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I’m begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" John pleads, in a frantic and tearful voice.

"Sam, no." Dean said, firmly.

"You do this! Sammy!! Sam...." John yells while Sam's hands shake as he still aims the gun at John. Then the demon suddenly leaves John, in a black cloud from his mouth and disappears through the floor.
Sam lowers the gun as John looks at him, accusingly.

Later on, we were all in the Impala, Sam was driving with John by his side while Dean and I were in the back seat. John gasps in pain and Dean was just slumped in the back seat and I try to clean off the blood from his face with a washcloth. "Hang on, Dean. Just alittle longer." I whispered, softly, to him.

"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital’s only ten minutes away." Sam said to John. "I’m surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn’t you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything." John said and Sam looks in the rear view mirror at me and Dean. I nod at him before he addresses his father again.

"No, sir. Not before everything." Sam said, firmly, and John eyes his youngest son for a moment. "Look, we’ve still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon....." Sam said but that was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.