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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Playthings- 1

At the Pierpont Inn, the owner, Susan, was leading a man down the hallway and up the stairs.

"Most of the stuff is up here." Susan told him.

"I still can't believe you're closing, Ms. Thompson. You know my parents got engaged here? My grandparents, too."

"Yeah, a lot of people did. Boxes are at the end of the hall. Need any help?"

"Oh, no ma'am, I've got it." The man said, continuing down the hall as two little girls sat in the railing, watching.

"He's gonna take our toys?" One little girl, Tyler, asked.

"Only the ones you don't play with anymore. It's not like you don't have enough already." Susan pointed out.

"Son of a bitch." Maggie, the other little girl, muttered under her breath.

"Son of a bitch." Tyler repeated, slightly louder.

"Watch your mouth!" Susan admonished Tyler.

"Maggie said it first!" Tyler said.

"Watch your mouth, too, Maggie." Susan warned, amused.

Tyler went into a large room filled with dolls and a dollhouse that was a replica of the hotel. She started placing the little dolls from the dollhouse in their beds.

"Good night, Tabitha." She said. She looked over, confused, when she noticed a doll she had put down was missing. She searched around and saw it lying on the floor of the dollhouse, with it's body facedown, but it's head twisted to look up at the ceiling. She picked it up, curiously, when suddenly her mother screamed.

"Oh, God. Yes, yes, are you there? Oh, you have to send someone right now, right now!" Susan sobbed into the phone. "There's been an accident. He fell down the stairs, I don't know..."

On the floor, was the man from earlier. He was lying in a pool of blood, and his body was contorted like the doll. Tyler came to the railing, her eyes widening at the scene. Susan looked up, spotted her daughter and gasped.

"Tyler. Don't look! Don't look!" Susan ordered, before going back to talking on the phone.

Tyler continued looking at the scene, calmly as the man's eyes were staring, while his mouth pulsated. Next to his body, was a cracked doll like the ones from her room.

A/N- Sorry, only one short chapter tonight. I am so tired, but I will post a double chapter next time to make up for it.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Hunted- 5

"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?" Ellen asked, on the phone to Dean, who was stood next to the Impala on the side of a road, while Millie was tending to Sam's wounds and Sam was looking at his own cell phone.

"Yeah, he almost killed us all because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut." Dean yelled.

"And you honestly think that it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way." Ellen told him, vehemently.

"Well, who else knows about Sam, huh? I mean, you must have been talking to somebody."

"Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this."

"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen." Dean told her.

"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together." Ellen let out a sigh. "I am sorry about what happened, Dean. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."

***************

Dean was driving, while Sam was leaving a voice message on the phone.

"Hey, Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this. Just want to make sure you got home okay. All right. Bye."

"Everything all right?" Millie asked.

"Yeah, I hope so."

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean joked.

"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out." Sam said.

"Think positive thoughts." Millie told him.

"Dude, you ever take off like that again…" Dean started to warn him.

"What? You'll kill me?" Sam quipped. Dean rolled his eyes, while Millie winced.

"That is so not funny." Dean told him.

"All right. All right." Sam laughed.

"And if you ever think about covering for him again…" Dean went to warn Millie.

"Oh, trust me. I'm never letting him out of my sight again. I'm gonna get one of those leashes for kids." Millie told him. "So where to next, then?"

"One word: Amsterdam." Dean said.

"Dean." Sam and Millie said at the same time, rolling their eyes.

"Come on, guys. I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee."

"If I'm going anywhere, it's going to be Italy. I want to be called Bella by a hot Italian guy." Millie smirked, while Dean tried not to gag.

"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam said.

"Screw the job. Screw it, guys, I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck."

"Well, come on, dude. You're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam pointed out.

"Ah, I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean shrugged.

"You mean you don't believe in my destiny." Sam said.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean replied. Sam turned to look at Millie.

"I don't see it. I can't. You're Sam." Millie told him, honestly.

"Look, guys, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. You can't run from this. And you can't protect me."

Dean and Millie exchanged glances in the rear view mirror.

"We can try." Dean said as Millie nodded along.

"Thanks for that." Sam told them, quietly. Dean nodded and Millie gave him a small smile. "Look, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're both gonna have to stick around."

"Bitch." Dean said.

"Jerk." Sam shot back.

"Losers." Millie drawled, holding her thumb and finger to her forehead in the shape of an 'L'. The three siblings shared a grin. After a beat, Sam frowned and reached for his phone again.

"You calling that Ava girl again?" Millie asked, then a teasing smile formed on her face. "You sweet on her or something?"

"She's engaged, Millie." Sam told her.

"So?" Dean cut in. "What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?"

Sam pulled the phone away from his ear, grimacing as he hung up.

"What?" Millie asked.

"Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?" Sam asked.

***************

Later that night, the Winchesters were in Ava's house, having broken in. 

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called out, as they investigated the dark house with their flashlights.

They walked further into the house until they got to Ava's bedroom, where, to their horror, they saw Ava's fiancé, dead, face up on the bed, covered in blood.

"Oh, my God." Sam gasped. They searched the room for any sign of what happened, when Millie came across something on the windowsill. She ran her finger along the powdery substance.

"Hey." Millie called out to her brothers, holding up her fingers. "Sulphur. Demon's been here."

Sam looked around nervously, when he noticed something on the floor. He knelt down to pick it up and saw it was Ava's engagement ring.

"Ava." Sam whispered, praying she was safe.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Hunted- 4

Gordon was setting up the tripwire across the back doorway. When he was done, he came back to the room where Millie and Dean were still tied up, and pulled up a chair to sit in between them.

"Come on, man. We know Sam, okay? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do." Dean said. "I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the Internet for porn."

"That's the best you have?" Millie asked her brother, incredulously, wondering how that was what he constitutes as being a good person.

"Maybe you're right." Gordon said, interrupting them. "But one day, he's going to be a monster."

"How? Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster?" Millie asked, demanding answers.

"Beats me. But he will."

"No, you don't know that!" Dean yelled.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I mean, I was expecting this kind of response from Millie, but you? I'd heard you were more of a professional than this. Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

"That's not Sam." Millie argued.

"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet. Guys, it's his destiny. Look, I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you two. But here's the thing." Gordon pulled out two scarves from his bag and began gagging the siblings so they couldn't warn their brother. "It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here. But you're telling me you're not the hunter he is?"

Dean and Millie glared furiously at Gordon, who left to take care of Sam.

***************

Just like in Ava's vision, Sam approached the cabin with the motel stationery in his hand. He saw Millie, Dean and Gordon through one of the boarded up windows. He ran round the back and tried to open the door, but it was locked, so he pulled out his lockpick.

Inside the cabin, the three heard the clicks from the door, and Millie and Dean began panicking.

"You hear him?" Gordon asked them.

Sam finally managed to get the door open and crept in.

"Here he comes." Gordon said. Millie and Dean flinched as the first grenade exploded. Dean screamed through his gag, while Millie tugged uselessly at the ropes binding her. "Hold on. Not yet. Just wait and see."

The second grenade went off, causing Dean to hyperventilate through the gag with tears in his eyes, while Millie let out screaming sobs, tears streaming down her face.

"Sorry, guys." Gordon said, moving past them to go to the back room, rifle in hands. He saw Sam's smoking boots on the floor and allowed himself a quick smile, but still remained wary. He turned away from the back door, when Sam raised his gun to the back of Gordon's head and cocked it.

"Drop the gun." Sam warned him.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus."

"Put it down now!" Sam yelled. Millie and Dean turned their heads towards the back room and grunted in relief at hearing their little brother still alive. Gordon slowly lowered his rifle to the floor.

"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? Because your brother and sister, they think you're some kind of saint."

"Yeah? Well, I wouldn't be so sure."

"See, that's what I said." Gordon told him. 

He turned around quickly, knocking the gun out of Sam's hand, then kicked and punched him until he fell through a wall. In the front room, Dean and Millie could hear the fight going on and struggled against their ropes, but it was useless. Gordon slowly approached Sam, who had fallen on his back, with blood dripping down his face. Gordon pulled out his knife.

"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." Gordon sneered, raising his knife, but Sam was quicker, grabbing onto Gordon and flipping him over. He punched his face twice, then grabbed the rifle, aiming it at Gordon's head. "Do it. Do it! Show your brother and sister the killer you really are, Sammy."

Sam hesitated, then slammed the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out instead. "It's Sam."

Sam shuffled into the front room, exhausted from the fight. He made his way in between Millie and Dean and started untying them. He untied one of Dean's hands who began untying the rest of the ropes while Sam started untying Millie. When both of them were free, they stood up and held onto Sam. Dean took one look at the damage Gordon had done, and began storming over to the back room, while Millie kept hold of Sam.

"That son of a..." Dean cursed.

"Dean. No." Sam objected.

"I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice."

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of." Sam promised. Millie and Dean exchanged doubtful glances, not wanting to risk their little brother again. Sam sighed and, still using Millie for support, reached across to grab Dean's dog. "Come on."

The three walked out of the cabin, only making it a few feet away, when Gordon emerged with a gun in each hand, and began firing at the siblings, who ducked and ran for cover.

"Come on!" Dean yelled. "You call this 'taken care of'?"

They dove into a ditch by the side of the road and huddled, watching as Gordon came closer and closer.

"What the hell are we doing?" Millie asked.

"Just trust me on this, all right?" Sam told her.

Before Gordon could get any closer to them, three police cars pulled up, their sirens wailing, and surrounded him. The cops sprung out, aiming their guns at Gordon.

"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!" One cop ordered.

"Do it, now!" Another yelled.

The siblings watched with grins as Gordon dropped to his knees, whilst glaring at the ditch where the Winchesters were out of view. A cop put the handcuffs on Gordon, then led him away to a squad car. The others inspected Gordon's car, opening the back door and pulling a handle, which revealed his weapons rack.

"Anonymous tip." Sam whispered, cheekily.

"You're a fine, upstanding citizen, Sam." Dean smirked.

"The best." Millie added, with a grin.

A/N- Please tell me someone noticed the meta reference/fourth wall break in the last chapter.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Hunted- 3

Ava and Sam were investigating the rooftop where they figured the shots were coming from.

"Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked.

"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good." Sam told her, kneeling down to pick up a shell. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."

"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked.

"Oh. I just, uh- I just watch a lot of T.J. Hooker." Sam said, pulling out his cell phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"My sister. I think we definitely need help."

"Hello?" Millie answered.

"Millie."

"Sam, we've been looking for you. You never checked in."

"Yeah. Sorry, a lot's been happening. Is Dean with you?"

"Yeah, he's here." 

"Hiya, Sammy. How've you been?" Dean asked. 

"Uh, been better. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh, Lafayette."

"We know."

"You do?"

"Yeah, we talked to Ellen. Just got here ourselves." Dean said into the phone that Gordon was holding to his ear, while he and Millie were tied to chairs. Gordon had his gun aimed at Millie's head. "It's a real funky town. You ditched us, Sammy."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now there's someone after me."

"What? Who?" Dean asked, looking up at Gordon, playing dumb.

"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"

"We're staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet us here?" Dean suggested.

"Yeah. Sure." Sam said, hanging up the phone.

"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon asked the siblings.

"Bite me." Dean said, while Millie glared, really wishing she had her hands free so she could share a certain gesture with Gordon.

Back on the roof, Sam was putting his phone away with a concerned look.

"What is it?" Ava asked.

"My brother and sister are in trouble." Sam revealed.

"What?"

"He gave me a codeword. Someone's got a gun on them."

"Codeword?"

"Yeah. Funky town." Sam said, as Ava gave him a look. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a... long story. Come on."

***************

In the cabin, Gordon had his back to the siblings as he opened up his bag and began pulling out the weapons.

"So, Gordy. I know me, Millie and Sam ain't exactly your favourite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?" Dean asked.

"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked.

"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days." Dean said, before starting to laugh, while Millie smirked. "Which was awesome. Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." 

"Yeah. I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that." Gordon admitted. "Especially, Saint Millie, who cost me the only partner I ever had, when Mateo decided to quit hunting for her."

"You got dumped. Happens to the best of us." Millie shrugged, faking sympathy. "Why don't you untie me? We can get some ice cream, watch The Notebook, you can cry on my shoulder."

Gordon laughed, pointing at her with his knife. "You know, I'm finally starting to see how you and Dean are related."

Millie gave him a sarcastic smile, while Dean gave a proud one.

"But that's not what this is." Gordon continued. "This isn't personal. I'm not a killer. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game."

Dean and Millie looked at Gordon in shock, realising what he was talking about.

***************

Ava and Sam were approaching her car, discussing what was going to happen next.

"I don't think I should leave." Ava said.

"I want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam told her.

"What about you?"

"Harm's way doesn't really bother me."

"No, but you are walking right into my vision." Ava argued. "I mean, this is how you die."

"Doesn't matter. They're my brother and sister."

"Maybe I can help."

"You've done all you can. Just, just go back to your fiancé."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there." Sam said, helping her into the car.

"Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother and sister, just to let me know that everything's all right."

"I promise."

********************

"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana." Gordon began, leaning against a pillar while still holding his rifle. "Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, if you got the right tools."

"And what happened to the girl it was possessing?" Millie asked.

"She didn't make it." Gordon said, casually.

"Well, you're a son of a bitch." Dean insulted, shaking his head. Gordon stared at him, then stood up and slapped Dean across the face.

"That's my momma you're talking about." Gordon sneered, then looked at a glaring Millie. "You got something to say?"

"Just... trying to think of a 'your momma' joke. Don't worry, it'll come to me." Millie smirked, but winced when she got slapped, too.

"Anyway." Gordon continued. "This demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scumbag have you got to be to turn against your own race? But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester."

Dean chuckled. "Oh, this is... This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."

"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything."

"Really? Because a demon told you?" Millie asked, laughing sarcastically. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying."

"Hey, Millie. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place. About a month ago, I found another one of these freaks, her in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"Yeah, did he kill anyone?" Dean asked.

"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles, the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all gonna be killers. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy too." Gordon said, cocking his rifle.

"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" Millie asked.

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you two found a way to warn him. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Millie looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully, while Dean smirked, raising his eyebrows. 

"No. Sammy's going to scope the place first. See me covering the front door. So he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then-" Gordon grabbed the grenade from his bag. "Boom."

"Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' tripwire." Dean scoffed.

"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon said, taking another grenade out of his bag. "Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick."

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Hunted- 2

Sam entered the Roadhouse and heads turned towards him, including Ellen, who looked up with a small smile.

"Sam." Ellen greeted.

"Hey, Ellen." Sam grinned sheepishly at her. "You don't seem that surprised to see me."

"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you."

"Yeah. Figured he might."

"Not Millie though, so I'm guessing she already knew, meaning she's not involved in whatever's going on between you and Dean." Ellen assumed. Sam nodded, glad that his sister didn't rat him out. "What is going on between you two?"

"So, um, how's Jo?" Sam asked, dodging her question.

"Well, I don't really know." Ellen admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again."

"Well, what happened?"

"Well, after she worked that job with you three she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said, 'Not under my roof.' And she said, 'Fine.'" Ellen explained.

"So I'm probably the last person you want to see right now."

Ellen chuckled. "Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you kids. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam, none of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."

"What did happen?"

"Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?" Ellen asked, avoiding the question this time.

"I need help." Sam told her.

Sam was talking to Ash with Ellen, while looking around, making sure no one was listening.

"What am I looking for, Sam?" Ash asked.

"Other people, other psychics, like me. As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search."

"But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did." Ellen said.

"Well, no, but some had to. Start there." Sam told Ash.

Not long later, Ash emerged from the back room with a piece of paper in his hand. Sam was sat at the bar with a drink.

"Done, and done." Ash said, smugly.

"That was fast." Sam said.

"Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard. If Millie was here, I'd have at least gotten a 'please'. Maybe she'd flutter her pretty eyes at me."

"Just tell us what you got, Ash." Ellen said, interrupting Ash's daydream.

"Four folks fit the profile, nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang."

"Four? That's it?" Sam asked.

"Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas. Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan. Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma. And, uh, another name, Scott Carey."

"You got an address?" Sam asked.

"Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot 486."

"So he's dead?"

"Killed, about a month ago."

"Killed how?"

"Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects."

"All right. Thank you." Sam said, leaving the bar, while Ash slapped him on the back, then started drinking his unfinished beer.

"Where are you going?" Ellen asked.

"Indiana."

"Sam? I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you are." Ellen told him.

"Ellen. I'm trying to find answers, about who I am. And my brother means well, but he can't protect me from that. Millie knows that, too. Please." Sam begged, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. Ellen nodded reluctantly.

***************

Sam was sat in Scott Carey's father's house, talking to him about his son.

"You said you went to high school with Scott?" Mr. Carey asked Sam, who was undercover.

"Uh. Yes, sir, I did. I just heard about what happened. I'm so sorry."

"Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares."

"Nightmares? Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw?"

"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."

"You think maybe I could see his room?" Sam asked.

Mr. Carey allowed Sam to see Scott's room. The room had a bed with a sleeping bag, the bookshelves were filled with books and cassette tapes, and on the bedside table were several pill bottles prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Sam pocketed one of the bottles then opened up Scott's closet. There was something on the back wall, so Sam shoved the clothes aside, revealing a collage of yellow eyes.

***************

At night, Sam was walking across the parking lot of the Blue Rose Motel. As he got to the door, he paused when he felt as though he was being followed. He turned around and grabbed the person behind him, shoving her against the wall.

"Who are you?" Sam demanded.

"Please! You're in danger." Ava gasped.

The two of them were in Sam's motel room, as Ava tried to explain herself.

"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal. This is way, way off the map for me." Ava said, frantically waving her hands about.

"All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?" Sam asked.

"Ava."

"Ava?"

"Ava Wilson."

"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours?"

"Uh, yeah, uh, okay- About a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot."

"When was this?"

"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." Ava pulled out a newspaper clipping, with the headline 'Local Man Stabbed To Death In Parking Lot' with a picture of Scott Carey. She handed it to Sam. "I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one."

"Okay."

"About you. I saw you die." Ava told him.

"How did you find me?"

"Oh, uh, you had motel stationery, and I Googled the motel, and it was real. And so I just thought that I should warn you."

"I don't believe this." Sam scoffed.

"Oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." Ava lamented.

"Wait, no, no, no. I mean, you must be one of us." Sam clarified.

"Sorry, one of- One of who?"

"One of the Psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected."

Ava let out a laugh. "Okay, so you're nuts. That's great."

"Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"

"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!"

"So you don't fit the pattern either." Sam realised as Ava frowned at him in confusion.

***************

Dean and Millie were in the Impala, when Dean's phone began ringing. Millie answered and put it on speaker phone. 

"Hello?" Millie answered.

"It's Ellen."

"Hey, have you heard from Sam?" Dean asked.

"I have, but he made me promise not to tell you where he is."

"Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid."

"Ellen. He promised he would let me know he was okay, and I haven't heard from him since he left." Millie said, starting to feel anxious about Sam.

"Now, kids, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen said. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana."

"Thanks." Dean said, as Millie hung up the phone. She noticed his annoyed glare directed at her.

"You can't be mad at me about this." Millie said.

"Really? Cause I think I can."

"No! Not after you kept what Dad said a secret. You really can't." Millie snapped, not wanting to defend her actions again after Dean found out Millie had let Sam run off. Dean sighed, feeling guilty.

"You hate me, too?" Dean asked, not really sure he wanted to hear her answer.

Millie sighed, looking at her brother, who was avoiding looking at her. "I don't hate you. I'm annoyed as hell with you, but I don't hate you. And neither does Sam. Dad on the other hand..."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"His last words to you, and he told you to protect or kill Sam. I mean, I have spent my whole life hearing Dad say to you to protect me and Sam. And then all of the sudden, he's telling you to kill him if something bad happens? Who the hell does that? Who puts that kind of responsibility on their kid? And who can suggest doing that to his other kid?" Millie ranted, her face flushed, before she paused, taking a deep breath. "I just... I'm scared. What did he think was going to happen to Sammy?"

Dean, with his eyebrows furrowed, reached across and placed his hand on her arm, squeezing gently. "I don't know. But it's not going to happen. Not if we're with him."

***************

"Why can't you just leave town?" Ava asked. "Please, before you blow up?"

"No, I can't." Sam told her.

"Oh, God. Why not?"

"Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you. With me. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what."

"Okay, you know what? Screw you, buddy, okay?" Ava said, pointing an accusing finger at him and getting up from her seat. "Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" Ava held up her hand, showing him her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth."

"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" Sam asked, stopping Ava from leaving. "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth. I need your help."

****************

"So, Miss Wilson, you're new in town?" Dr. Waxler asked, as Ava sat in his office under the pretence of a therapy session.

"That's right." Ava smiled, nervously.

"And what made you decide to seek out therapy?"

"I have no idea."

"No?"

"No. I mean, I'm feeling really super... anxious, right now."

"Okay, anything else?" Dr. Waxler asked.

"Uh..." Ava suddenly noticed Sam inching by on the window ledge behind Waxler's back, and was startled. "Holy crap!"

"What?" Dr. Waxler asked, turning around but there was nothing by the window.

"I just remembered, when I was a kid, I swallowed like, eight things of Pop Rocks and then drank a whole can of Coke. You don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?" Ava asked.

***************

Ava and Sam returned to the Blue Rose Motel room, with Sam carrying Scott's files and Ava staring off in shock.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Am I okay?" Ava asked, incredulously.

"Yeah."

"I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!" Ava exclaimed, excitedly as Sam laughed.

Later, the two were listening to the tapes from Scott's therapy sessions.

"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found out I could do... stuff." Scott said.

"What do you mean, do stuff?" Dr. Waxler asked.

"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."

Outside of the motel, Dean and Millie pulled up in the Impala. They saw Sam through the window of one of the rooms and sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank God, you're okay." Millie smiled. Sam moved aside, revealing Ava in the room with him. Dean got a huge grin on his face when he saw her.

"Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog." Dean chuckled, as Millie shook her head with a smile.

"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" Waxler asked on the tape.

"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change." Scott revealed as the recording ended.

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked.

"Yeah, I think he is."

"But how can we turn into that?"

"I don't-" Sam started, bending down, when the glass behind him shattered, along with the window, indicating someone was shooting at them. Sam dove to the floor with Ava, shielding her body with his. "Get down!"

"Oh, my God!"

Across the street, Gordon was lying on the rooftop with a sniper rifle, firing at the motel room.

"What's happening?" Ava whimpered.

"I don't know."

Gordon paused, waiting for Sam to poke his head up from behind the table to take a head-shot, when Dean came up from behind him.

"Gordon!" Dean yelled, kicking Gordon then pinning him down on his back, hitting him over and over again, while Millie caught up with them on the roof.

"You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!" Dean threatened, grabbing him by the collar.

"Dean, wait." Gordon mumbled, as Dean hit him again. Suddenly, Gordon managed to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean's face, knocking him off his body.

"Dean!" Millie called out, racing towards the two.

Gordon slammed the rifle into Dean's face again, knocking him out. Millie finally managed to reach Gordon, grabbing onto the rifle and pulling at it. The two tugged on the rifle, refusing to let go, when Millie turned it at an angle, forcing Gordon to lean down, which allowed her to elbow his face. The hit caused Gordon to let go of his rifle, which Millie went to turn on Gordon, but it was jammed. Gordon took the opportunity to punch Millie's face hard, causing her to fall back. Gordon then used the rifle, that Millie was still holding and push it down on Millie's throat. Millie gasped, trying to push him off, but Gordon was determined. Eventually, it was too much and Millie passed out. Gordon stood up, looking at the two unconscious Winchesters, with blood gushing from his lips.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Hunted- 1

Psychiatrist, Dr. George Waxler, was sat across from his patient, Scott Carey, with a tape recorder on the table.

"Don't be afraid, Scott. You can tell me anything, you know that. Whatever you say won't leave this room." Dr. Waxler assured him.

"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines at first. Then I found I could do... stuff." Scott said.

"What do you mean, 'do stuff'?"

"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Scott explained.

"How do you know?"

"I did it to the neighbour's cat. Its insides fried up like a hamburger." Dr. Waxler frowned at this, taking down notes. "You don't believe me."

"I believe that you believe it."

"Then here." Scott said, holding out his hand. "Wanna shake on it?"

"Why would you want to kill the neighbour's cat?" The Doctor asked, ignoring the extended hand.

"I don't. He wants me to, and he doesn't want me to stop there."

"Who?"

"The yellow-eyed man. He comes to me in my dreams. Tells me to do things, awful things. But I tell him no. No, I don't want to!"

"What else does the yellow-eyed man tell you?"

"He... he has plans for me."

"What kind of plans?"

After his therapy session ended, Scott was walking alone under a dark train track. He heard something nearby.

"Hello?" Scott called out, but nothing happened. Cautiously, Scott headed for his car, when he noticed a dark figure in the reflection of the car window. He turned around slowly and noticed the figure holding a knife. He stabbed Scott, killing him.

**************

Back at the lake, Dean was admitting to Sam and Millie what John had told him.

"Before Dad died, he... He told me something. Something about you." Dean said, nodding at Sam.

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asked.

"He said that he... wanted me to watch out for you... to take care of you."

"He told you that a million times." Millie pointed out, having overheard it enough times.

"No, this time was different. He said that I had to save you."

"Save me from what?" Sam asked.

"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered. And that if I couldn't, I'd-" Dean paused, unable to finish the sentence.

"You'd what, Dean?" Millie asked.

"That I'd have to kill you." Dean confessed, shocking his siblings. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."

"Kill me?" Sam questioned, horrified that his own father could request this. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Millie asked.

"I don't know."

"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something?" 

"What else did he say, Dean?" Millie asked, wanting to make some sense of it.

"Nothing, that's it, I swear."

"How could you not have told me this?" Sam snapped.

"Because it was Dad and he begged me not to."

"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Sam yelled.

"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Dean snapped. Sam turned to walk away, fuming, but stopped.

"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means." Sam said.

"We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just law low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure-"

"What? That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?" Sam asked, angrily.

"I never said that." Dean denied, while Millie rolled her eyes.

"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean." Sam 'warned'.

"I never said that!" "Enough!" Dean and Millie yelled at the same time.

"Damn it, guys, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're both pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Forget it." Sam seethed, taking a swig of beer, while Millie avoided eye contact.

"Sam, Millie, please. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please."

Sam nodded reluctantly, while Millie just headed back to the car without a word.

***************

Later that night, Sam was sneaking out of the Velvet Inn motel they had booked with a bag over his shoulder. He walked quietly past the Impala, over to a small black car parked next to it. He pulled out a coat hanger, looked around, before using it to unlock the car.

"I should've never taught you that." Millie said, causing Sam to jump. He looked up and saw her stepping out from behind the tree next to the Impala.

"I..." Sam went to say, but couldn't really think of how to put it. "I just need... some time..."

Millie took in a deep breath. She'd seen Sam run away so many times now, she was starting to foresee it, but it still hurt deep down. Though she couldn't really blame him this time. "Yeah, I know. I get it."

"You coming with?" Sam asked.

Millie looked between the car and the motel room where Dean was sleeping, none the wiser. "No. You go. I'll stay. Just... just make sure you take care of yourself, okay? Call, if anything happens."

"I will." Sam nodded, giving his sister a pained smile, before hopping in the car and driving off.

Millie gave her brother a wave, and when he was finally on the road, she allowed herself to feel the pain that she had been holding back in front of her brothers. Her eyes became misty and her lips pressed together in a trembling line. She turned to walk back to the motel with her arms wrapped around herself, trying to provide herself some comfort.

****************

Sam was stood outside a dark house, holding a piece of motel stationary from The Blue Rose Motel with an address written down on it. He approached the house, picking the lock and walking inside. As soon as he passed through the doorway, he tripped a wire on the floor, which set off a grenade. Sam screamed as the blast blew Sam's body up, leaving only his smoking boots behind.

Suddenly, a young woman, Ava, woke up from her nightmare, gasping in fear. The man laying next to her stirred.

"Honey?" The man asked.

"Huh? Oh."

"You okay?"

"Oh, I just had another nightmare. It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep." Ava reassured him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Ava lay back down, still panting from the horrifying nightmare.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 6

The Impala was parked by the side of a road, overlooking a river. The three Winchesters were leaning against the fence, drinking beers.

"So... last night. You wanna tell me what the hell you were talking about?" Sam asked Dean.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean? I mean, you said you were tired of the job. And that it wasn't just because of Dad." Sam reminded him.

"Forget it."

"No, I can't. No way."

"Come on, guys. I thought we were all going to die. You can't hold that over me."

Millie scoffed. "Yeah, right. Like that crap will work with us. You're talking."

"And what if I don't?"

"Then I guess I'll just have to keep asking until you do." Sam shrugged, then turned to his sister. "You good with that, Mil?"

"Annoying Dean into talking about his feelings. But of course." Millie smiled, as though it was an honour.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know, guys. I just think maybe we ought to... go to the Grand Canyon."

"What?" Sam and Millie asked, simultaneously, not expecting that as an answer.

"Yeah, you know, all this driving back and forth across country. You know, I've never been to the Grand Canyon? Or we could go to T.J. Or Hollywood, see if we can bang Lindsey Lohan. Millie can have DiCaprio."

"You're not making any sense." Sam said.

"Yeah, if I'm going for anyone it's Damon." Millie argued.

"I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?" Dean asked.

"Why are you saying all this?" Millie asked. Dean shook his head, trying to turn away. "No, no, no, Dean. You're our brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let us help a little bit."

"I can't. I promised."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Dad."

"What are you talking about?" Millie asked.

"Right before Dad died, he told me something." Dean hesitated, reluctant to continue, before looking at Sam. "He told me something about you."

Sam and Millie exchanged confused glances, wondering why this is the first time Dean was bringing this up.

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?"

Dean slowly glanced up at his siblings, nervous, but knowing he needed to tell the truth.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 5

Sam was sat on a stool, a bandage pressed against his chest and a despondent look on his face. Millie was leaning against the far counter, tapping her foot nervously, after Mark had banned her from going anywhere near Sam. Dean was pacing the room, angrily.

"Doctor, check his wound again, would you?" Dean demanded. "Doctor!"

"What does she need to examine him for? You saw what happened." Mark snapped.

"Did her blood actually enter your wound?" Doctor Lee asked.

"Come on, of course it did!" Mark yelled.

"We don't know that for sure." Millie argued.

"We can't take a chance." Duane said.

"You know what we have to do." Mark said.

"Nobody is shooting our brother." Dean snapped.

"He isn't gonna be your brother much longer. You said it yourself."

"Nobody is shooting anyone!" Millie shouted.

"You're brother was gonna shoot me!"

"You don't shut your pie-hole, I still might!" Dean threatened.

"Dean, Millie, they're right." Sam interrupted, wearily. "I'm infected. Just give me the gun and I'll do it myself."

"Forget it." Dean said.

"Dean, I'm not gonna become one of those things."

"Sam, we've still got some time." Millie reassured him.

"Time for what?" Mark asked, angrily. "Look, I understand he's your brother, and I'm sorry, I am. But we gotta take care of this."

Mark pulled out his handgun.

"I'm gonna say this one time- you make a move on him, you'll be dead before you hit the ground. You understand me? I mean, do I make myself clear?!" Dean threatened, unblinking. Mark scoffed, going to raise the gun to Sam, when he heard a click behind him. He turned his head and saw Millie with her rifle raised and aimed at Mark. She raised her eyebrow at him, daring him to even try shooting her little brother. Mark huffed, frustrated by the siblings.

"Then what are we supposed to do?!" Mark yelled, throwing his hands up. Dean tossed his car keys to Mark, reluctantly.

"Get the hell out of here, that's what. Take my car. You've got the explosives, there's arsenal in there. You two go with him. You've got enough firepower to handle anything now."

"What about you two?" Mark asked. Millie and Dean exchanged a look, both agreeing to stay by Sam's side. They looked at Mark, who understand what they were going to do.

"Dean, Millie, no, no. Go with them. This is your only chance." Sam pleaded.

"You're not gonna get rid of us that easy." Millie told Sam.

"No, he's right. Come with us." Mark told the two. They gave Mark another look, showing him that they had already made up their minds. "Okay, it's your funeral."

He led Duane and Dr. Lee out the door. Dr. Lee paused before she left, turning back to the siblings. "I'm sorry. Thanks for everything, Marshals."

"Oh, actually we're not really Marshals." Dean admitted, shrugging his shoulders. Millie smiled sheepishly as Dr. Lee looked between the three, unsure about how to react.

"Um... Oh." She nodded, leaving the room and allowing Dean to shut and lock the door. He slowly faced Sam, who had tears in his eyes.

"Wish we had a deck of cards, or a foosball table or something." Dean smirked, earning a small chuckle and nod from Millie, but Sam wasn't impressed.

"Guys, don't do this. Just get the hell out of here." Sam begged, his voice breaking from emotion.

"No way." Millie said.

"Give me my gun, and leave." 

"For the last time, Sam. No." Dean told him.

Sam slammed his fist on the table, angrily. "This is the dumbest thing you two have ever done."

"Oh, I don't know about that. Remember that waitress in Tampa?" Dean shuddered, then a smirk appeared on his face. "Or when Millie tried to combine Jolly Ranchers and pizza."

"I wanted dessert for dinner. Sue me." Millie shrugged, though her stomach churned, remembering how much she threw up after her experiment.

"Guys, I'm sick. It's over for me. It doesn't have to be for you." Sam tried to reason.

"No?" Dean asked.

"No, you can keep going."

"Who says I want to?" Dean asked. Millie looked at the floor. She knew that Dean felt like that deep down, but it still hurt to hear it out loud.

"What?" Sam asked. Dean took out his handgun from the waistband of jeans, before taking a seat on the file cabinet.

"I'm tired, Sam. I'm tired of this job. This life. This weight on my shoulders. Man, I'm tired of it."

"So, what? So you're just gonna give up? You're just gonna lay down and die? Look, Dean, I know this stuff with Dad has-"

"You're wrong. It's not about Dad. I mean, part of it is, sure, but..."

"What is it about?" Sam asked. Dean hesitated to answer, so Sam turned to his sister. "And what about you? You're seriously ready to just die?"

"I don't know." Millie shrugged. "But I sure as hell know that I'm not putting a bullet in your head, or leaving your side while you're still Sammy. While you're still my little brother."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat, tears streaming down his face, when a knock on the door caught their attention. Dr. Lee was waiting on the other side, so Dean unlocked the door. 

"You'd better come see this."

Outside of the clinic, the six survivors looked around at the deserted town. 

"There's no one. Not anywhere. They've all just... vanished." Dr. Lee said.

***************

The next morning, Sam was sat on the exam table, while Dr. Lee was looking at his blood sample through a microscope.

"Well, it's been five hours and your blood's still clean. I don't understand it, but I think you dodged a bullet."

"But I was exposed. How could I not be infected?" Sam pointed out.

"I don't know. But you're just not. I mean, you compare it with the Tanners' samples..." Dr. Lee said, looking through another microscope. "What the hell?"

"What?" Sam asked, looking alarmed.

"Their blood. There's no trace of the virus. No sulphur, nothing." Dr. Lee revealed.

Outside of the clinic, Mark and Duane were loading up a truck as Dr. Lee watched from the doorway.

"Doc, the Sarge and I are getting the hell out of here, heading south. You should come." Duane offered.

"I'd better get over to Sidewinder. Get the authorities up here, if they'll believe me. Take care." Dr. Lee told them, waving them off. Mark waved back and offered a thumbs up to the siblings, who were leaning against the Impala.

"What about him?" Dean asked, gesturing to Sam.

"He's going to be fine. No signs of infection." Dr. Lee smiled, heading back inside, but Millie and Dean weren't too comforted. They turned to Sam, curious at how he had managed to avoid infection.

"Hey, guys, don't look at me. I got no clue."

"I swear, I'm gonna lose sleep over this one." Dean said, heading to the driver's seat. "I mean, why here? Why now? And where the hell did everybody go? It's like they just friggin' melted."

"And why was I immune?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. You know what? That's a good question. You know, I'm already starting to feel like this is the one that got away." Dean complained.

"All right, all right. Look, let's just call it a day. Get out of this town. We can go back to panicking when we're somewhere normal, okay?" Millie suggested, jumping into the backseat, eager to get some rest after that mess.

***************

Later that night, Mark was driving the truck down an empty road, with Duane in the passenger's seat.

"Do you mind pulling over up ahead there?" Duane asked.

"All right." Mark agreed, pulling up onto the shoulder and stopping the truck.

"I gotta make a call." Duane said.

"No phone out here." Mark reminded him.

"I got it covered." Duane told him, pulling out a small knife.

"What the hell is that?" Mark asked. Suddenly, Duane lunged forward, slitting Mark's throat. He caught the blood in a small bowl, just like Meg had used. He dipped his hand into the blood, swirling it around.

"It's over. You'll be pleased. I don't think any more tests are necessary. The Winchester boy, definitely immune, as expected." Duane spoke to the voices in the blood. He paused as something responded. "Yes, of course. Nothing left behind."

Duane glanced over at the corpse of Mark, before his eyes flashed black, revealing himself as a demon.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 4

Later that night, Mark peeked through the drawn blinds. There were people gathering outside. Behind him, Sam pulled out his hunting knife, checking the blade, Dean loaded his handgun, and Millie loaded her rifle. From the lab, they heard a shattering sound then a scream.

"Oh, God! Is there any on me? Am I okay?" Pam asked, after dropping a vial of blood.

"You're clean, you're okay." Dr. Lee assured her.

"Why are we staying here? Please, let's just go!" Pam begged the doctor, as the others rushed in.

"No, we can't. Because those things are everywhere." Dean told her.

"Oh, God." Pam muttered, sinking to the floor.

"Hey, shh, shh." Dr. Lee comforted her.

"She's right about one thing." Sam said, quietly to the others. "We can't stay here. We've got to get out of here, get to the Roadhouse? Somewhere. Let people know what's coming."

"Yeah, good point. Night of the Living Dead didn't exactly end pretty." Dean nodded.

"Well, I'm not sure we've got a choice. Lots of folks up here are good with rifles- even with all your hardware, we're easy targets. So unless you've got some explosives..."

Sam glanced up at the medical supplies. "We could make some."

He went to the shelf and took down a bottle of Potassium Chloride. Suddenly, someone began pounding on the door, frantically. The four ran off to see who it was.

"Hey! Let me in! Let me in!" The man outside begged.

"It's Duane Tanner!" Mark told them. He opened the door, letting Duane, who had his backpack and was limping, into the hospital.

"Oh, thank God."

"Duane, you okay?" Mark asked.

"That's the guy that I, uh," Dean clicked his tongue, swiping his hand across his throat.

"Yeah." Sam confirmed.

"Who else is in here?" Duane asked.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, chief." Dean said, grabbing Duane by his arm. "Hey, Doc! Give Duane a good once-over, would you?"

"Pam?" Dr. Lee called out to her assistant, as she led Duane through to the lab, with the others following close behind.

"Who are you?" Duane asked.

"Never mind who I am." Dean told him. "Doc?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Duane. Where you been?" Mark asked.

"On a fishing trip up by Roslyn. I came back this afternoon. I saw Roger McGill being dragged out of his house by people we know. They started cutting him with knives! I ran. I've been hiding in the woods ever since. Has anybody seen my mom and dad?"

"Awkward..." Dean muttered to his siblings, who were not impressed by his timing for a joke. 

The doctor then noticed a deep gash on Duane's leg. "You're bleeding."

Everyone suddenly became more alert.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked.

"I was running. I must've tripped."

"Tie him up. There's rope in there." Dean ordered, as Mark began getting the rope.

"Wait..." Duane started protesting, getting up from his seat. Dean quickly pulled his gun out and aimed it at Duane.

"Sit down!" Dean ordered. Duane slowly did as he was told.

"I'm sorry, Duane. He's right. We've gotta be careful." Mark apologised.

"Careful? About what?"

"Did they bleed on you?" Millie asked.

"No. What the hell?! No!"

"Doc? Anyway to know for sure? Any test?" Sam asked.

"I've studied Beverly's bloodwork backwards and forwards." The doctor replied.

"My mom?"

"It took three hours for the virus to incubate. The sulphur didn't appear in the blood until then, so... no, there'd be no way of knowing. Not until after Duane turns."

"Dean, Millie, I've got to talk to you. Now." Sam said. Dean glanced over at Mark, who nodded. The siblings left the lab, leaving Mark in charge of watching Duane.

"This is my vision, guys. It's happening." Sam said.

"Yeah, I figured." Dean retorted.

"You can't kill him, all right? Not yet. We don't know if he's infected or not." Millie pointed out.

"Well, I think we're pretty damn sure. Guy shows up out of nowhere, he's got a cut on his leg, his whole family's infected?" Dean listed.

"All right, then we should keep him tied up, and we should wait and see." Sam said.

"For what? For him to Hulk out and infect somebody else? No thanks, can't take that chance." Dean said, going to push past Sam and Millie, but Millie stopped him with a hand to his chest as both siblings looked at their older brother, horrified that he could be so cavalier about killing someone potentially innocent.

"What about Beverly? We managed to knock her out and she wasn't even tied up. We just have to be quick." Millie reasoned, but Dean wasn't having it.

"Hey, look, guys. I'm not happy about this, okay? But it's a tough job and you know that."

"It's supposed to be tough, Dean. We're supposed to struggle with this, that's the whole point." Sam argued.

"What does that buy us?" Dean asked.

"A clear conscience, for one!" Millie snapped.

"Well, it's too late for that." Dean said, trying to walk past again, but Sam pushed him back this time.

"What the hell's happened to you?" 

"What?"

"You might kill an innocent man, and you don't even care! Normally, I can defend your actions. I can see the reason you're doing the things you do, but I got nothing for this!" Millie said, unable to justify killing a human being because 'just in case'.

"You don't act like yourself anymore, Dean. Hell, you know what? You're acting like one of those things out there." Sam added.

Dean went to push past him, but Sam pushed him back again. Dean, finally having enough, hurled Sam into the far wall. Millie rushed to her little brother, making sure he wasn't hurt, while Dean left the room, shutting and locking the door.

"Hey!" Sam yelled, rattling the door handle. "Open the damn door. Dean!"

Dean ignored him, stalking back to the lab. Millie and Sam began banging on the door, trying to stop Dean.

"Don't do it, Dean! Don't!" Millie pleaded.

But, just like in Sam's vision, Dean pulled out his gun and walked into the lab. Duane was tied to a chair, and his eyes widened when he saw the gun.

"No, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!" Duane tried to plead.

"Oh, God. We're all gonna die." Pam muttered.

"Maybe he's telling the truth." Mark suggested.

"He's not him, not anymore." Dean said, advancing on him and cocking his gun.

"No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!"

"I just... I can't tell." Dr. Lee said, her voice wobbling.

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear."

"I got no choice." Dean told him, raising his gun.

"I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!"

Duane sobbed, closing his eyes as he prepared to die. Dean's finger hovered over the trigger. With trembling hesitation, Dean finally lowered the gun.

"Damn it!" Dean cursed himself, leaving the room, while Duane panted in relief.

***************

A little while later, Sam, Millie and Dean were preparing the explosives with rags and glass bottles. Dr. Lee walked over to them.

"It's been over four hours. Duane's blood is still clean. I don't think he's infected. I'd like to untie him, if that's all right."

The siblings shared a look. Sam nodded at Dean, waiting for his response, but Dean only lowered his head.

"Sure. Yeah." Millie told her, as the doctor left to free Duane. "You know we're gonna ask you why."

"Yeah, I know." Dean said.

"So why? Why didn't you do it?" Sam asked.

Dean paused, then cleared his throat. "We need more alcohol."

Millie nodded at Sam to the dispensary, indicating that she would stay with Dean and try to get a response out of him. Sam got up and saw that Pam was already at the dispensary.

"How you holding up, Pam?" Sam asked.

"Good. It'll all be over soon." Pam said, heading towards the door to lock it, unbeknownst to Sam, who had his back turned. "In fact, I've been waiting for this the whole time."

"For what?" 

"To get you alone." Pam told him, innocently. Sam looked at her, confused, when she suddenly began lashing out at him, knocking him to the ground with a yell. She straddled his chest and began striking him across the face, while the others, hearing the yelling, ran to the room. Pam used the scalpel in her hand and sliced it across Sam's chest, then across her own palm, placing the wounds together and mixing their blood. Dean kicked the door open and shot Pam in the back. Sam held his hand out, and Millie went to pull him up, but Mark held her back.

"She bled on him. He's got the virus." Mark told them.

Sam pulled his hand back, realising that Mark was right. Millie and Dean looked horrified at the new turn of events, and the fact they may have to kill their brother.

A/N- So, I learned something devastating. I was looking back at my planning and recalled that I set Millie's birthday as 5th October, making her 26 this season. If you go off when the episodes are meant to be set in, Millie had her birthday during the time she was assaulted in Usual Suspects, but if you base it on when the episode is aired, then Millie's birthday was around the time they were burying John in Everybody Loves a Clown. My heart is breaking for a fictional character I created.😭

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 3

The siblings drove to the hospital with Beverly in the back with Millie. As soon as they pulled up, Sam hopped out to help Beverly inside, while Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and Millie kept an eye out for any witnesses.

"Hello? Hello? We need a doctor here!" Sam called out, as he held onto Beverly. The young, blonde woman from Sam's vision rushed out.

"Mrs. Tanner, what happened?" 

"She's been attacked." Sam explained.

"Doctor Lee?" The woman called. The older woman from Sam's vision appeared.

"Bring her in." The doctor ordered. Pam led Sam and Beverly into the back room, when Dean and Millie entered the hospital, both carrying Mr. Tanner (Dean carrying his arms and Millie carrying his legs).

"Is that-?" The doctor went to ask.

"Mr. Tanner?" Millie filled in.

"Was he attacked too?"

"Uh... no, actually, he did the attacking and then he got himself shot." Dean said.

"Shot?"

"Yeah."

"And who are you two?"

"U.S. Marshals." Dean said.

"We'd show you our badges, but, uh..." Millie shrugged, nodding at Mr. Tanner.

"Oh, sorry. Bring him back here."

In the back of the hospital, Beverly was sat on a stool with her shirt off, while Dr. Lee was sat across from her, treating her wound.

"Wait, you said Jake helped him? Your son Jake?" Doctor Lee asked, incredulously.

Beverly nodded, devastated. "They beat me. Tied me up."

"I don't believe it." Pam, the nurse, muttered.

"Pam." Doctor Lee warned. "Beverly... do you have any idea why they would act this way? Any history of chemical dependency?"

"No, of course not. I don't know why. One minute they were my husband and my son. And the next, they had the devil in them."

The Winchesters, who were stood to the side listening, exchanged glances.

"We got to talk." Dean said, gesturing for his siblings to follow him out of the lab. "Those guys were whacked out of their gourds."

"What do you think? Multiple demons, mass possession?" Sam asked.

"If it is a possession there could be more. I mean, God knows how many, it could be like a friggin' Shriner convention."

"Great." Millie sighed.

"Of course, that's one way to wipe out a town, you take it from the inside."

"I don't know, man. We didn't see any of the demon smoke with Mr. Tanner, or any of the other usual signs." Sam pointed out.

"Well, whatever. Something turned him into a monster. And you know if you would've taken out the other one there'd be one less to worry about." Dean criticised Sam.

"Dude." Millie rolled her eyes, not wanting an argument in the middle of this mess.

"I'm sorry, all right? I hesitated, Dean, it was a kid!"

"No, it was an 'it'. Not the best time for a bleeding heart, Sam." Dean snapped. Before they could argue any more, Dr. Lee walked over to the trio.

"How's the patient?" Millie asked.

"Terrible! What the hell happened out there?"

"We don't know." Dean admitted.

"Yeah? Well, you just killed my next door neighbour."

"We didn't have a choice."

"Maybe so, but we need the county sheriff. I need the coroner." 

"Phones are down." Sam told her.

"I know, I tried. Tell me you have a police radio in the car?"

"Yeah, we do. But it crapped out just like everything else." Sam informed her.

"I don't understand what is happening." Dr. Lee sighed.

"How far is it to the next town?" Dean asked.

"It's about 40 miles down to Sidewinder."

"All right, I'm gonna go down there, see if I can find some help." Dean said, clapping Sam and Millie on their shoulders. "My partners will stick around, keep you guys safe."

"Safe from what?" Dr. Lee asked.

"We'll get back to you on that." Dean told her, walking back out to his car.

He drove off down the road, but stopped when he saw a wrecked car. He got out with his gun to investigate. The windows were smashed and the interior was splattered with blood. On the ground, outside of the driver's side door, was a large and bloody knife.

****************

Back at the lab, Sam and Millie were leaning against a counter, staring at Mr. Tanner's body, while Dr. Lee was inspecting something under a microscope.

"I'm sorry I screwed up." Sam whispered to Millie, causing her to look at him in confusion.

"Dude, I'm not mad at you." Millie whispered, as Sam glanced at her, curiously. "I never get mad at you. It's like my curse." Sam scoffed a quiet laugh. "Especially not for something like this. You couldn't kill a kid. There's nothing wrong with you."

"No. Dean was right. It wasn't a kid. It was... something else. Something that hurt Mrs. Tanner."

Millie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well it's very easy for Dean to criticise when he wasn't the one that would have had to shoot a kid. I know Dean. He would've hesitated, too."

"Huh." Dr. Lee said, interrupting their conversation.

"What?" Sam asked.

"His lymphocyte percentage is pretty high. His body was fighting off a viral infection."

"Really? What kind of virus?" 

"Can't say for sure."

"Do you think an infection could have made him act like that?" Millie asked, referring to Mr. Tanner attacking his wife out of nowhere.

"None that I've ever heard of. I mean, some can cause dementia, but not that kind of violence. And besides, I've never heard of one that did this to the blood."

"Did what?"

"There's this... weird residue. If I didn't know better I'd say it was sulphur." Dr. Lee revealed. Sam and Millie exchanged knowing glances, then looked at Mr. Tanner's body, realising Dean was right about Sam's vision.

"Sulphur." Sam muttered.

*****************

Dean was driving further along the road to the bridge, but saw that it was blocked by several cars and some local men with guns. One of them was Jake. A loud bang on the roof of the car made Dean jump, but he saw it was another local man standing by his door.

"Oh, ho-ho." Dean chuckled. "Hey."

"Sorry. Road's closed." The man informed him.

"Yeah, I can see that. What's up?"

"Quarantine."

"Quarantine? What is it?" Dean asked.

"Don't know. Something going around out there."

"Uh-huh. Who told you that?"

"County Sheriff."

"Is he here?"

"No. He called." The man said. Dean nodded, but was still keeping his guard up. "Say, why don't you get out of the car and we'll talk a little?"

Dean laughed nervously. "Well, you are a handsome devil, but I don't swing that way, sorry."

The man continued to smile. "I'd sure appreciate it if you got out of the car, just for a quick minute."

"Yeah, I'll bet you would." Dean smirked, putting the car in reverse, while the man grabbed onto Dean's collar and got dragged along. The men at the roadblock began firing at the car. Dean span the car around, throwing the man to the ground and sped off.

***************

Sam and Millie were watching as Dr. Lee broke the news to Beverly.

"I don't understand. Are you saying my husband and Jake had a disease?"

"That's what we're trying to find out. Now, during the attack, do you remember... did you have any direct contact with their blood?" Dr. Lee asked.

"Oh, my God. You don't think I've got this virus, do you?"

"Beverly, I don't know what to think. But with your permission, we'll take a blood sample."

Beverly nodded and placed her hand gently on Dr. Lee's. Suddenly, she grabbed hold of Dr. Lee's wrist and yelled as she struck her across the face. Sam went to advance on her, but she threw him against the glass cabinet, which shattered. Millie went to contain her, but Beverly grabbed hold of Millie's collar, throwing her onto the floor and climbing on top of her. Beverly then reached for a scalpel on the tray and went to stab Millie, but Sam quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and swung it at her head, knocking her out and saving Millie.

***************

Dean was driving back into town, when the Master Sergeant from before stepped onto the road with a rifle, stopping Dean.

"Hands where I can see them!" Mark ordered.

"Son of a-"

"Get out of the car! Out of the car!"

Dean held his hands up in surrender and got out of the car slowly. "All right, easy there, big guy."

As he stood up, he pulled out a handgun and pointed it at Mark. "All right, put it down!"

"Lower it now!"

"Put it down!"

"Are you one of them?" Mark asked, still yelling.

"No! Are you?" Dean asked, also still yelling.

"No!"

"You could be lying!" Dean pointed out, still yelling.

"So could you!" Mark pointed out, also still yelling.

"All right! All right. We could do this all day, all right? Let's just, uh, let's take it easy before we kill each other."

Mark lowered his weapon, slightly. "What's going on with everybody?"

"I don't know."

"My neighbour... Mr. Rogers, he-"

"You've got a neighbour named Mr. Rogers?" Dean asked.

"Not anymore. He came at me with a hatchet. I put him down. He's not the only one, I mean, it's happening to everyone."

"I'm heading over to the Doc's place. There's still some people left." Dean told him.

"No, no way. I'm getting the hell out."

"There's no way out. They got the bridge covered, now come on."

"I don't believe you."

"Fine, stay here. Be my guest." Dean said, getting back in the car. Mark hesitated before lowering his rifle and pulling out a handgun instead. He got in the passenger side, aiming the weapon at Dean, who kept one hand on the wheel while the other aimed his own gun at Mark.

"Well, this ought to be a relaxing drive." Dean muttered.

***************

Dr. Lee was looking through the microscope again, while Pam was huddled against the wall.

"What if we all have it? What if we all go crazy?" Pam asked.

"You've got to stay calm. All we can do is wait. The Marshal's bringing help." Dr. Lee assured her.

"I can't, I... I've got to go."

"Pam." Dr. Lee tried calling to her.

"No, you don't understand. My boyfriend's out there, I gotta make sure he's okay." Pam hurried out of the lab, while Millie and Sam followed after her.

"Hey, hey, wait, wait. Please." Sam pleaded with her. "Look, I know you're upset, all right? But it's safer if you stay here for now. Help is coming."

They heard the Impala pulling up outside.

"There they are." Millie told her.

"Sammy? Millie? Open up!" Dean yelled from the other side of the doors. Millie unlocked the doors, letting in Dean and Mark, who still had their weapons.

"Did you guys get to a phone?" Millie asked.

"Road block." Dean told her, then turned to Mark. "I'm gonna have a word. Doc's inside."

"What's going on out there, Dean?" Sam asked.

"Man, I don't know. I feel like Chuck Heston in the Omega Man, I mean, Sarge is the only sane person I could find. What are we dealing with, do you know?"

"Yeah. Doc thinks it's a virus." Sam told him.

"Okay, great. What do you think?"

"We think she's right." Millie answered.

"Really."

"Yeah. And we think the infected are trying to infect others with blood-to-blood contact. Oh, but it gets better. The, uh, the virus? Leaves traces of sulphur in the blood." Sam explained.

"A demonic virus?"

"Yeah, more like demonic germ warfare." Millie corrected. "At least it explains why Sam's been having visions. Just like you said."

"It's like a Biblical plague." Dean muttered, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Yeah. You don't know how right you are, Dean. I've been poring through Dad's journal. Found something about the Roanoke colony." Millie told him.

"And?"

"Dad always had a theory about Croatoan. He thought it was a demon's name. Sometimes known as Deva or sometimes Resheph. A demon of plague and pestilence."

"Well, that, that's terrific. Why here, why now?" Dean asked.

"I have no idea." Millie shrugged.

"But guys, I mean, who knows how far this thing can spread? We gotta get out of here. We gotta warn people." Sam pointed out.

"They've got one! In here!" Mark yelled. The siblings went into the other room, where Mark was waiting.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"The wife. She's infected." Sam told him.

"We've got to take care of this. We can't just leave her in there. My neighbours, they were strong. The longer we wait, the stronger she'll get." Mark informed them.

Dean didn't even hesitate before pulling out his gun and heading towards the lab.

"You're gonna kill Beverly Tanner?" Pam asked, incredulously, when they told her and Dr. Lee what needed to happen.

"Doctor, could there be any treatment? Some kind of cure for this?" Sam asked.

"Can you cure it?" Dean asked, when Dr. Lee couldn't answer.

"For God's sake, I don't even know what 'it' is!"

"I told you, it's just a matter of time before she breaks through." Mark warned them.

"Just leave her there. You can't shoot her like an animal!" Pam snapped.

"Sam. Millie." Dean said, gesturing for them to follow him and Mark as they got their guns ready. Sam and Millie got on either side of the door, to make sure that all of Beverly's exits were blocked. Millie carefully opened the door, then Mark and Dean rushed in. Beverly was huddled in the corner, her knees drawn up to her chest.

"Mark. What are you doing?" Beverly asked, pretending to be innocent. "Mark, it's them. They locked me in here. They tried to kill me. They're infected, not me. Please, Mark. You've known me all your life. Please!"

"You sure she's one of them?" Dean asked. Sam and Millie nodded, though they had a pained look on their faces. Dean stepped forward, while Mark pulled back, too overwhelmed with emotions to kill her. Dean fired twice.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 2

Dean was driving at night, with Sam in charge of navigation and Millie making sure Sam was taking care of himself after the vision (providing aspirin and the flavourless energy bars that he like for some reason).

"Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West." The GPS said.

"There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove." Sam told them.

"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?" Millie asked.

Sam thought back to the poster in his vision. "There was a picture of Crater Lake."

"Okay, what else?" Dean asked.

"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair."

"And I ventilated him?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. You thought there was something inside him."

"What, a demon? Was he possessed?" Millie suggested.

"I don't know."

"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow... so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?" Dean questioned him.

"No. Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it."

"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason." Dean said.

"I sure hope so." Sam muttered. Millie and Dean glanced over Sam.

"What does that mean?" Dean asked. "I mean, I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Sam raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't!"

"I never said you would!" Sam argued back.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Look, we don't know what it is. But whatever it is, that guy in the chair's a part of it. So let's find him, and see what's what." Millie said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Fine." Dean agreed, still annoyed at Sam.

"Fine." Sam snapped back, annoyed at Dean's attitude.

"Fine." Millie sighed, taking an aspirin for herself, knowing it was going to be a long journey.

***************

The Winchesters pulled into town, going past a billboard with the Crater Lake from Sam's vision. They parked in front of a wooden shop, where the older man from Sam's vision was cleaning his rifle. Sam noticed the man and gestured to him.

"He was there." Sam whispered. The three got out of the car and headed over to the man.

"Morning." Dean greeted.

"Good morning. Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Yeah." Dean said, pulling out his badge and gesturing for Sam and Millie to do the same. "Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard and Dusty Hill. U.S. Marshals."

"What's this about?"

"We're looking for someone." Millie told him.

"A young man, early 20s. He'd have a thin scar right below his hairline." Sam described him, thinking back to his vision.

"What'd he do?" The man asked.

"Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us."

"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything; well, not yet." Dean glanced down at Mark's left arm, seeing the tattoo. "I think maybe you know who he is, Master Sergeant. My dad was in the Corps. He was a Corporal."

"What company?" The man asked.

"Echo-2-1."

"So can you help us?" Millie asked.

The man hesitated for a moment. "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that. But I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean."

"Oh, I'm sure he does. Um, do you know where he lives?" Dean asked.

"With his family, up Aspen Way."

"Thank you." Dean smiled. The three headed back across the street, with the man watching them go. Across the street, Millie bumped into a telephone pole and glanced at it as she rubbed her elbow, when she noticed the word carved into it.

"Hey." Millie said, calling the pole to her brothers' attention.

"Croatoan?" Dean asked, not understanding the significance.

"Yeah." Millie noticed the blank look on Dean's face. "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell?"

"Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?" Sam asked, being the only brother to know what Millie was talking about.

"Yeah! The shot heard 'round the world. How bills become laws."

"That's not school, that's Schoolhouse Rock." Sam said, looking at him in disbelief.

"Whatever." Dean shrugged.

"You're good at other stuff." Millie assured him, making Dean grin smugly at Sam. "Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America, late 1500s?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. I do remember that. The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree. Croatoan." Dean recalled.

"Yeah. And I mean, there were theories- Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight." Sam finished.

"You two don't think that's what's going on here, I mean..."

"Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good. But what do you think could do that?"

"Well, I mean, like I said, all of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so..."

"We should get help. Bobby, uh, Ellen, maybe?" Millie suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean said, pulling out his cell phone, but frowned at it. "I don't have a signal."

Sam and Millie pulled out their cell phones, too.

"I don't either." Sam said.

"Nothing." Millie shook her head. Dean walked towards a pay phone and picked it up. The phone beeped, signalling it was out of service.

"Line's dead." Dean told them, hanging up the phone. "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step."

***************

The Impala was parked outside a cabin, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Sam knocked on the door, which had a cheesy fishing plaque that said 'Born to Fish; Forced to Work'. A teenage boy with dark spiky hair opened it.

"Yeah?"

"Hi." Dean smiled, flashing his badge. "We're looking for Duane Tanner. He lives here, right?"

"Yeah, he's my brother."

"Can we talk to him?" Millie asked.

"Oh, he's not here right now."

"Do you know where he is?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake."

"Your parents home?" Sam asked the kid.

"Yeah, they're inside."

"Jake? Who is it?" A man called from inside the house. He appeared by the door, looking at the Winchesters curiously.

"Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son, Duane." Dean told him.

"Wh-Why? He's not in trouble, is he?" Mr. Tanner asked, nervously.

"No, no, no. We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all." Millie assured him.

"When's he due back from his trip?" Sam asked.

"I'm not sure."

"Well, maybe your wife knows."

"No, I don't know, she's not here right now."

"Your son said she was." Dean said.

"Did?" Jake asked, playing dumb.

"She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?" Mr. Tanner asked.

"Oh, no, we'll just check in with you later." Dean smiled. The three turned and went down the steps as the Tanners shut the door. Dean turned to his siblings. "That was kind of creepy, right? A little too Stepford?"

"Big time." Sam confirmed, while Millie nodded. They snuck around to the back of the house, ducking down so they wouldn't be seen.

Inside the Tanners' house, Beverly Tanner was tied to a chair and gagged. She was crying through the gag, as Jake came up behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay, Mom. It's not gonna hurt." Jake assured her. Mr. Tanner came up from behind her with a knife in his hands. Jake rolled up his sleeve as his dad cut his arm. The blood dripped down from his arm to a wound on Beverly's shoulder, mixing the blood.

Outside, the Winchesters watched the scene through the window. They started to arm themselves, then Dean kicked the door down. Mr. Tanner rushed at them with a yell, brandishing the knife, so Dean and Millie shot him in the chest (Dean) and shoulder (Millie). Jake jumped out the window, shattering the glass, and running off to the woods. Sam tried to aim at him, but hesitated, allowing Jake to get away.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Croatoan- 1

Dean was in a dimly lit hallway, turning towards a door and slowly pulling out a gun, with a grim look on his face. He slid out the clip and replaced it. Inside of the room was a Crater Lake poster on the wall. As Dean entered the room, a young, blonde man looked up at him, terrified and tied to a chair. Also in the room was a young, blonde woman, an older, blonde woman and an older, black man. 

"No, no, no, you're not gonna... no, I swear! It's not in me!" The young man tried to plead.

"Oh, God. We're all gonna die." The young woman muttered.

"Maybe he's telling the truth." The older, black man suggested.

"He's not him, not anymore." Dean said, advancing on him and cocking his gun.

"No, stop it! Stop it! Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!"

"I just... I can't tell." The doctor said, her voice wobbling.

"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear."

"I got no choice." Dean told him, raising his gun.

"I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!"

Dean fired twice.

Present

Suddenly, Sam, who was lying on the floor of a motel, woke up with a gasp. Millie and Dean came into the motel, Dean had some jerky and a six-pack of beer, while Millie had a Butterfinger. They were both confused and concerned when they saw Sam sitting on the floor, panting from his vision.

"Sam?" Dean called out. Millie rushed to his side, brushing his hair back and trying to calm him down, but Sam continued to stare off in shock.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Crossroad Blues- 6

After making sure that Evan was safe, Dean picked up Sam and Millie and explained to them what the demon had told them as he drove them down the road.

"Demons lie all the time, right? Maybe she was lying." Sam suggested.

"Come on. That really what you think?" Dean asked. Sam looked down, unable to answer. "How could he do it?"

"He did it for you." Millie tried to comfort him.

"Exactly. How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the though of him... wherever he is right now. I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that... yellow-eyed son of a bitch. He should have gone out fighting. That was supposed to be his legacy. You know? Not bargaining with the damn thing. Not this."

"How many people do you think Dad saved? Total?" Sam asked.

"That's not the point, Sam."

"Evan Hudson is safe because of what Dad taught us." Millie added. "That's his legacy, Dean."

"But we're still here, man. So we gotta keep going, for him." Sam finished. He paused for a moment, before asking what he was weighing on his mind. "Hey, Dean?"

"Yeah."

"When you trapping that demon, you weren't... I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right?"

Dean stared at the road, while Sam and Millie watched him, nervously awaiting his answer. Without a word, Dean turned the radio on full blast. Sam and Millie exchanged mournful glances, really seeing how John's deal had broken Dean.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Crossroad Blues- 5

"Just don't move, all right?" Sam warned Evan, as the three of them continued to stand in the protective circle and watch the rattling door. "Stay where you are."

****************

"You stupid, stupid..." The demon seethed, slamming the car door shut and advancing on Dean. "I should rip you limb from limb."

"Take your best shot." Dean challenged her, causing the demon to pause.

"No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Because your misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's got to hurt." The demon smirked, backing Dean into a wooden railing. "It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore.' You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault. You blew it, Dean! I could have given you what you need."

"What do I need?" Dean asked, through gritted teeth.

"Your father. I could have brought him back." The demon revealed. "Your loss. See you, Dean. I wish you a nice, long life."

"Hold on." Dean stopped her, the demon smiling deviously in response.

***************

The rattling on the doors became more and more violent until it suddenly stopped, along with the barking and growling. The three stared at the doors.

"Do you still hear it?" Millie asked.

"No. Is it over?" Evan asked them. A rumbling sound behind them had Evan whirling around to look at the grating by the wall. Sam and Millie stared at it too, when it burst across the room, sending dust flying. "It's here!"

****************

The demon turned back to Dean, who had his head down as he stood under the wooden structure.

"You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces. I just can't leave you like this. Besides, you didn't call me here to bargain for Evan. Not really."

"Can you bring him back? My dad?" Dean asked.

"Of course I can. Just as he was. Your dad would live a long and natural life, like he was meant to. That's a promise."

"What about me?"

"I could give you ten years. Ten long, good years with him. That's a lifetime. The family can be together again. John, Dean, Millie, Sammy. The Winchesters all reunited." The demon could see the contemplation on Dean's face and walked closer to him. "Look. You're dad's supposed to be alive. You're supposed to be dead. This will just set things straight, put things back in their natural order. And you get ten extra years on top. That's a bonus."

Dean backed away from the demon, trying to make a decision. "You think you could... throw in a set of steak knives."

The demon scoffed, stepping towards Dean, who was out from under the wooden structure. "You know, this smart-ass, self-defence mechanism of yours..." The demon paused, seeing Dean eyeing the ceiling. She looked up and saw the Devil's Trap painted on it. She turned back to glare at him. "Dean!"

"Now you're really trapped. That's got to hurt."

"Let me out. Now." The demon ordered.

"Sure. We just got to make a little deal here first. You call off your Hellhounds and let Evan go. Then I'll let you go."

"I can't break a binding contract."

"Hmm. And by 'can't' you mean, 'don't want to'? Last chance. Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe old age. Going, going..."

"Let's talk about this."

"Okay, gone." Dean shrugged, pulling out Dad's Journal that Millie had luckily left in the Impala.

****************

The barking and growling got louder to Evan as the Hellhounds got closer.

"No! Stay inside the circle!" Millie told Evan, as the three huddled together to keep away from the hounds.

Deep claw marks were carved into the floor as the Hellhounds approached. The marks got closer and closer, but stopped right at the edge of the circle.

****************

Dean opened up the journal with a rosary in one hand.

"What are you doing?" The demon asked, nervously.

"Oh, you're just gonna go on a little trip. Way down South." Dean smirked.

"Forget Evan. Think of your dad."

"Regna terrae, cantate Deo..." Dean began reciting, trying to ignore the demon's offer. The demon began flinching, convulsing and gasping as the exorcism continued.

***************

Back at Evan's house, the wind began blowing around the room causing the protective circle to break apart.

"Circle's broken. Come on!" Sam yelled, grabbing Millie and Evan as they ran out the room and down the hall. They quickly locked themselves int the storeroom. Sam and Millie pressed their bodies against the door hoping to keep the hounds out, despite the lack of Hoodoo dust.

****************

"...in potentis Magnife!" Dean continued.

"Wait!" The demon growled, causing the pounding on the door at Evan's house to stop. Sam, Millie and Evan looked around, panting, wondering whether it was truly over this time.

Back at the crossroads, Dean and the demon were locked in a passionate kiss. Dean blinked when the demon finally broke it.

"What the hell was that for?"

"Sealing the deal." The demon revealed.

"I usually like to warned before I'm violated with demon tongue."

"Evan Hudson is free. He and his wife will live long lives."

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"My word is my bond."

"Oh, really?"

"It is when I make a deal. It's the rules. You got what you wanted. Now let me go." Dean stepped back, eyeing the rosary in his hand. "You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one. You know, you renege? Send me to hell? Sooner or later I'm gonna climb out, and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do."

Dean gave her a terse smile, before stashing the rosary and the wooden structure to break the trap. The demon stepped out with a bored look on her face.

"I gotta tell you. You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew."

"Knew what?" Dean asked.

"Where your dad is. You should have made that deal. See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word. It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing."

"Shut your mouth, bitch." Dean snapped.

"If you could see your poor daddy. Hear the sounds he makes 'cause he can't even scream." The demon mocked him.

"How about I send you back there?" Dean threatened, taking a step closer, but the demon quickly threw her head back. Black smoke poured out of the woman's mouth as the demon escaped, while the woman screamed. When the demon was finally gone, the woman collapsed to the floor.

"What... how did I get here?" The no-longer-possessed woman asked, confused.

Dean blinked, trying to take in all the new information about his dad.

A/N- New TikTok posted.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Crossroad Blues- 4

The siblings approached Evan Hudson's house later that night. Sam knocked on the door, and with a few seconds Evan answered.

"Yes?"

"Evan Hudson?" Sam asked.

"Yeah."

"You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about ten years ago." Dean asked. With a terrified look on his face, Evan slammed the door shut and latched it.

"I think that's our guy." Millie said, sarcastically.

"Come on, we're not demons!" Dean shouted through the door, as Evan ran into the back room.

"Any other bright ideas?" Sam asked. 

Dean took a step back then kicked the door open in one go. They headed inside, chasing after Evan, who had gone back to his office. Dean went to kick the door down, but Millie quickly grabbed his leg, stopping him. 

"Calm down, karate kid." Millie said, pushing the handle gently and showing that it was unlocked. There was no sign of Evan when they entered.

"Evan?" Sam called out.

"Please! Don't hurt me." Evan begged, jumping out from behind a bookshelf.

"We're not going to hurt you, all right? We're here to help you." Sam reassured him.

"We know all about the genius deal you made." Dean told him.

"What? How?"

"Doesn't matter. All that matters is, we're trying to stop it." Millie said.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Well, you don't, but you're kind of running low on options there, buddy-boy." Dean pointed out. Evan began pacing the room, nervously.

"Can you stop it?"

"Don't know. We'll try." Sam said.

"I don't want to die."

"Of course you don't, not now." Dean scoffed.

"Dean. Stop." Millie warned him, quietly.

"What'd you ask for anyway, Evan? Huh? Never need Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What?"

"My wife." Evan revealed.

Dean laughed. "Right. Getting the girl. Well, that's worth a trip to hell for."

"Dean, stop." Sam told, more forcefully.

"No. He's right. I made the deal. Nobody twisted my arm. That... woman, or whatever she was, at the bar- she said I could have anything I wanted. I thought she was nuts at first, but... I don't know how to- I was desperate."

"Desperate?" Millie questioned.

"Julie was dying." Evan told them, stunning them.

"You did it to save her?" Dean asked.

"She had cancer, they'd stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice, they kept saying... a matter of days. So yeah, I made the deal. And I'd do it again. I'd have died for her on the spot."

"Did you ever think about her in all this?" Dean asked, annoyed.

"I did this for her." Evan snapped.

Dean began advancing on Evan. "You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself. So you wouldn't have to live without her. But guess what? She's going to have to live without you now. But what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel?"

Millie got in between the two, placing a hand on Dean's chest to pull him back. "Okay, that's enough." Dean stormed out of the room. "You just sit tight, all right? We're going to figure this out."

Sam and Millie followed Dean out into the hallway.

"You all right?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? Hey, I got an idea." Dean said, pulling out the bag of Goofer Dust. "You throw George's hoodoo at that Hellhound, keep it away from Evan as long as you can. I'm gonna go to the crossroads and summon the demon."

"Summon- are you nut?" Sam asked.

"Maybe a little. But I can trap it. I can exorcise it, and I can buy us time to figure out something more permanent."

"Yeah, but how much time?" Millie asked.

"I don't know, a while. I mean, it's not easy for those suckers to claw their way back from hell and into the sunshine."

"No. No way." Sam said.

"You're not allowed to say no, Sammy, not unless you've got a better idea."

"Dean, you can forget it, all right? We're not letting you summon that demon." Millie told him.

"Why not?" 

"Because we don't like where your head is at right now, that's why not." Sam admitted.

"What are you talking about?" 

"You know, you've been on edge ever since we found that crossroads, Dean, and I think we know why." 

"We don't have time for this." Dean said, brushing past Sam, so he wouldn't have to hear him out.

"Dad." Millie said, stopping Dean in his tracks. "You think maybe Dad made one of these deals, huh?"

"Hell, I've been thinking it. Millie's been thinking it. I'm sure you've been thinking it too." Sam whispered, tears in his eyes.

"It fits, doesn't it?" Dean asked, quietly. "I'm alive, Dad's dead. The yellow-eyed demon was involved. What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul?"

The siblings stared at each other, teary eyed, but trying to hold them back.

"I think I hear it! It's outside!" Evan yelled from inside his office.

"Just keep him, alive, okay?" Dean told them.

"Dean..." Sam called out.

"One of us should go with you." Millie suggested.

"No! Can't risk spooking it. Go!" Dean yelled, heading off to summon the demon, and leaving no room for argument.

***************

At the crossroads, Dean placed a picture of himself in George's Hoodoo box. He buried it in the centre and stood up. Just like with Robert Johnson, a beautiful woman stood behind him.

"So, what brings a guy like you to a place like this?" The demon asked, surprising him. "You called me?"

"I'm just glad it worked."

"First time?"

"You could say that."

"Oh, come on now. Don't sell yourself short. I know all about you, Dean Winchester." The demon smiled, knowingly, her eyes glowing red.

"So, you know who I am." Dean smirked.

"I get the newsletter."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. What have you heard?"

"Well, I heard you were handsome, but... you're just edible." The demon whispered, seductively. "What can I do for you, Dean?"

"Maybe we should do this in my car. Nice and private." Dean suggested.

"Sounds good to me." The demon replied as the two began walking to the Impala.

***************

Back at Evan's house, Sam had the bag of Goofer dust and was sprinkling it along the fireplace, while Millie, who had a handful of it, was sprinkling it along the windows. After securing all the entryways, Sam started to make a circle around Evan in the middle of the room with the dust.

"What is that stuff?" Evan asked.

"Goofer dust." Millie said, locking the doors.

"You serious?"

"Yeah. Afraid so. Look. Believe us, don't believe us, whatever you want. Just whatever you do, stay inside the circle, all right?" Sam warned him, and Evan nodded.

***************

"So I was hoping we could strike a deal." Dean told the demon, still walking to the Impala.

"That's what I do."

"I want Evan Hudson released from his contract."

"Hmm. So sorry, darling. That's not negotiable." 

"I'll make it worth your while." Dean promised.

"Oh really? What are you offering?"

"Me." Dean said.

The demon smiled. "Well, well, well. You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's. Like father, like son."

Dean eyed the demon, his nostrils flaring.

**************

Sam emptied the last of the dust into the circle, in which Evan was hugging himself, protectively.

"That's the last of it." Sam sighed.

***************

"You did know about your dad's deal, right?" The demon asked, stepping closer to Dean. "His life for yours? Oh, I didn't make the deal myself, but... boy, I wish I had."

Dean gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his anger, and opened the passenger side door. "After you."

"Such a gentleman." The demon smiled. She went to step in, when she noticed a symbol underneath the car. She turned to look at Dean, angrily. "A Devil's Trap? You've got to be kidding me."

****************

Evan whirled around at a sound that Sam and Millie couldn't hear.

"What?" Millie asked.

"You hear that?" Evan asked.

"No, where?" Sam asked.

Evan heard the growling sound again, and whipped around in the other direction, causing Sam and Millie to look over their shoulders, confused.

"Right outside the door."

The door began to rattle violently, just like at the motel, causing Sam and Millie to step into the protective circle. They watched nervously, hoping that the dust would protect them, or Dean would.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Crossroad Blues- 3

Rosedale, Mississippi, 1930

Robert Johnson was kneeling in the centre of the crossroads with his guitar over his back, as he buried a sack. When he stood up, a beautiful woman in a white dress was stood behind him. He turned around to leave, when he noticed her.

"Holy..." Robert muttered.

"Holy?" The woman asked, her eyes turning red. "Guess again."

She slowly walked closer to the man, ready to hear his wish.

"I want to play guitar. I want you to make me the best blues man ever lived." Robert told her. The demon placed her hand gently over his cheek.

"If that's what you want." Robert nodded and the demon smiled.

"So... how do we-? Do we shake on it?"

The demon shook her head, with a smile still on her face, then pulled him in for a kiss. When she pulled away, Robert opened his previously closed eyes and saw he was once again alone. He pulled out his guitar and stroked it, ready to see if the deal had worked.

Present

"So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? I mean, selling your soul at the crossroads, kind of deal?" Sam said.

"Yeah, except that wasn't a legend. I mean, you know his music." Dean said, but Sam and Millie only shrugged. "You two don't know Robert Johnson's songs? Guys, there's occult references all over his lyrics, I mean, Crossroad Blues? Me and the Devil Blues? Hellhound on My Trail?" Dean listed, but sighed when Sam and Millie frowned, still unaware of the music. "The story goes, he died choking on his own blood, he was hallucinating and muttering about big, evil dogs."

"And now it's happening all over again." Millie nodded.

"Yeah."

"We've got to figure out if anyone else struck any bargains around here." 

"Great. So we've got to clean up these people's mess for them?" Dean huffed a sarcastic laugh. "I mean, they're not exactly squeaky clean. Nobody put a gun to their head and forced them to play Let's Make A Deal."

"So, what? We should just leave them to die?" Sam asked, with Millie looking concerned about what Dean's answer would be.

"Somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel, you gonna jump in and try to save them?" Dean asked.

"Dean." Millie said, pleading with her eyes.

"All right. Fine. Rituals like this, you've got to put your own photo in the mix, right?" Dean suggested, then held up a photograph of a man. "So this guy probably summoned this thing. Let's go and see if anyone inside knows him. If he's still alive."

***************

"What's this guy's name again?" Sam asked, when they arrived an apartment building.

"George Darrow." Dean told him. "Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's. Though this house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it?"

"Yeah. So whatever kind of deal he made..." Millie started.

"Wasn't for cash. Oh, who knows. Maybe this place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis." Dean smirked. Sam sighed and Millie rolled her eyes in response. "No, I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due. Hope at least he asked for something fun."

They reached apartment 4C and Sam noticed something on the floor. "Look at that." He said, gesturing to the black powder by the door. They crouched down to inspect it.

"What is that, pepper?" Dean asked, just as George opened the door.

"Who the hell are you?" George asked.

"George Darrow?" Dean asked.

"I'm not buying anything."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, looks like you went for the wrong shaker there. Usually when you want to keep something evil out, you go for the salt." Dean told him.

"I don't know what you talking about." George said, looking at the siblings nervously.

"Talking about this." Dean said, holding up George's photograph. "Tell me. You seen that Hellhound yet?"

"Look. We want to help. Please. Just five minutes." Millie implored.

George let them into the apartment, which was filled with many different paintings, pouring himself a cup of whiskey.

"So, what is that stuff out front?" Sam asked.

"Goofer Dust." George answered, then noticed the blank looks on their faces. "You kids think you know something about something, but not Goofer Dust."

He tossed a brown sack tied with twine to Dean, who caught it.

"Well, we know a little about a lot of things. Just enough to make us dangerous." Dean told him.

"What is it?" Millie asked.

"Hoodoo. My grandma taught me. Keeps out demons."

"Demons we know." Dean chuckled.

"Well, then, keep it. Maybe it'll do you some good. Four minutes left." George reminded them.

"Mr. Darrow. We know you're in trouble." Sam began.

"Yeah, that you got yourself into." Dean muttered.

"But it's not hopeless, all right?" Millie said, partly speaking to Dean, as she threw him a warning look. "There's got to be something we can do."

"Listen. I get that you kids want to help. But sometimes a person makes their bed, they've just got to lie down in it. I'm the one that called that demon in the first place." George sighed, as Dean glanced at his siblings, smugly.

"What'd you do it for?" Dean asked.

"I was weak. I mean, who don't want to be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just... I just never thought about the price."

"Was it worth it?"

"Hell no. 'Course, I asked for talent. Should've gone for fame. I'm still broke, and lonely. Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want. But that wasn't the worst."

"Go on." Sam said.

"Demon didn't leave." George revealed. "I never counted on that. After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week. Just chatting. Making more deals. I tried to warn folks, but, I mean who's going to listen to an old drunk?"

"How many others are there?" Millie asked.

"Uh, the architect, that doctor lady- I kept up with them, they've been in the papers. Least they got famous."

"Who else, George? Come on, think." Dean told him.

"One more. Uh, nice guy too. Hudson. Evan, I think. I don't know what he asked for. Don't matter now. We done for."

"No. No, there's got to be a way." Sam said.

"You don't get it! I don't want a way." George told him.

"Look, you don't-" Millie tried to reason, but George wouldn't hear it.

"I called that thing! I brought it on myself. I brought it on them. I'm going to hell, one way or another. All I want is to finish my last painting. Day or two, I'm done. I'm just trying to hold them off till then. Buy a little time. Okay, guys. Time you went. Go help somebody that wants help."

"We can't just-"

"Get out!" George yelled, cutting off Sam. "I got work to do."

"You don't really want to die." Millie said.

"I don't? I'm... I'm tired." George told them. The siblings left George to his paintings.

***************

Evan Hudson was working at his computer in his house, when he heard barking outside his window. He stood up and pulled back the curtain peer through the window.

"Evan?" Julie, his wife, called out. "You spying on the neighbours?"

"No, I, uh, I thought I heard something in the yard, but it's nothing. You all ready to go?"

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say that you want me out of the house." Julie smiled.

"Of course not. It's just, you've barley seen your sister since she had the baby." Evan explained.

"Well, what are you going to do all weekend?" Julie asked.

"Um, not much. I've got some bills to pay." Evan said, then turned back to Julie, looking at her with sad eyes. He gave her a kiss, then pulled her into his arms. "Come here. I'll miss you."

"You'd better."

"You know I love you, right? Forever." Evan said, needing to hear her answer.

"Of course. Evan, are you okay?" Julie asked, looking at him in concern.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Now get going." Evan smiled, giving her another kiss.

"Okay, I'll call you when I get there." Julie said, going to leave, but then stopping and turning around. "Hey, sweetie?"

Suddenly, her face twisted horrifically. Her skin went grey and cracked and her eyes went white. Evan's eyes widened in horror, but he blinked and Julie looked normal again.

"I love you, too." Julie smiled.

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Millie Winchester- Season 2

Crossroad Blues- 2

In the present day, Sam, Millie and Dean were sat in a diner. Sam had his laptop open with a picture of Dean's mugshot from St. Louis on his screen.

"So much for our low profile. You've got a warrant in St. Louis, and now you're officially in the Fed's database." Sam told him.

"Aww, that's a good picture of you." Millie smiled, leaning forward in her seat next to Dean to get a peek at the mugshot.

"Thanks." Dean grinned. "Dudes, I'm like Dillinger or something."

"Guys, it's not funny. Makes the job harder, we've got to be more careful now." Sam warned them.

"Well, what do they got on you two?" Dean asked. Sam typed some things into the laptop.

"I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet." Sam shrugged.

"No accessory? Nothing? Doesn't Millie get anything for beating up a cop?"

"Hey! Self-defence, bitch." Millie reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. And if you keep anything like that from us again, I'm not posting bail." Dean said, annoyed that she put their safety over her own. Millie, like the dignified woman she was, stuck her tongue out at him in response. And Dean, being the mature older brother that he was, did it right back. He then turned to back to Sam. "So, seriously, you got nothing?"

"Shut up." Sam muttered.

"You're jealous." Dean laughed.

"No, I'm not!" Sam protested.

"Uh-huh. Millie?" Dean asked, waiting for his sister to make the final verdict. Millie gestured with her thumb at Dean, clicking her tongue, indicating Dean as the winner. Dean smiled smugly, while Sam rolled his eyes. "All right. What do you got on the case there, you innocent harmless young man, you?"

Sam shut his laptop, with an annoyed look on his face, then pulled out the pages of research. "'Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home, a condominium he designed.'"

"Hmm. Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it. That's classy. When did he call animal control?" Dean asked.

"Two days earlier."

"Did he actually say Black Dog?" Millie asked.

"Yeah. 'Vicious, wild, black dog.' The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it. In fact, the authorities are a little confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman, take the elevator up and start roaming the halls of the cushiest joint in town. After that, no more calls, he doesn't show up for work, two days later he takes a swan dive."

"Do you think we're dealing with an actual Black Dog?" Dean asked.

"Well, maybe."

"What's the lore on it?"

"It's all pretty vague." Millie started to explain, getting out her own journal and showing the images she had drawn to Dean. "I mean, there are spectral black dogs all over the world, but some say they're animal spirits, others say death omens. But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty-"

"Yeah, I bet they could hump the crap out of your leg, look at that one, huh?" Dean smirked, showing Millie's drawing to Sam, who looked unimpressed. He looked at Millie, who was equally unimpressed. "What? They could."

"You ruined my drawing." Millie huffed, taking her journal back.

****************

In a fancy apartment, the siblings were dressed in their professional clothes (suits for the boys and a pantsuit for Millie) interviewing a man.

"So, you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost ten years, right?" Sam asked.

"That's right. Now one more time, this is for...?"

"A tribute to Mr. Boyden. Architectural Digest." Dean explained. The man started chuckling. "This funny to you?"

"No, it's just- a tribute. Yeah. See, Sean always got the tributes. He kills himself, leaves me and his family behind... well, he gets another tribute."

"Right. Any idea why he'd do such a thing?" Millie asked.

"I have no clue. I mean, he lived a charmed life."

"How so?" Sam asked.

"He was a flat-out genius. I mean, I'm capable, but next to him, I... and it wasn't always that way, either."

"No?" Dean questioned.

"You want to know the truth? There was a time where he couldn't even design a pup tent. Hell, ten years ago he's working as a bartender at this place called Lloyds. A complete dive."

"Right. So what changed?" Millie asked.

"You got me. But overnight, he gets this huge commission, and he starts designing... he starts designing the most ingenious building anyone has ever seen. It was like, the level of Van Gogh, and Mozart-"

"What?" Dean asked, when the man stopped talking.

"It's funny. True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent? Why... why just throw it away?"

****************

Dean came out of the Animal Protection Agency building, and got in the car, where Sam and Millie were waiting.

"So?" Sam asked.

"Secretary's name is Carly. She's 23, she, uh, kayaks, and they're real." Dean informed them, obviously having spent most of his time flirting.

"You didn't happen to ask her if she's seen any black dogs lately, did you?" Sam asked.

"I told you he needs to be supervised." Millie said, shaking her head at her older brother. Dean held up a list.

"Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black, or dog-like. There's nineteen calls in all. And, uh, I don't what this thing is." Dean said, holding a Post-it note. Sam took it and read it, laughing at what he saw.

"You mean Carly's MySpace address?"

"Yeah, MySpace, what the hell is that?" Dean asked. Sam laughed again. "Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site?"

Millie nodded.

***************

The Winchesters approached a white, fancy house and knocked on the door.

"I swear, if this is another freakin' Pomeranian barking in the neighbour's yard..." Dean muttered, when a young woman opened the door. "Afternoon, ma'am. Uh, Animal Control."

The three held out their fake IDs.

"Oh, someone already came yesterday." The woman said.

"Oh, we're just following up. We're looking for Dr. Sylvia Pearlman?"

The woman led the siblings in through the kitchen.

"The Doctor, well, she... I don't know exactly when she'll be back. She left two days ago."

"Okay. And you are...?" Millie asked.

"I'm Ms. Pearlman's maid."

"So where did the Doctor go?" Dean asked.

"I'm not sure. She just packed and went. She didn't say where. That stray dog, did you find it finally?"

"Oh, not yet. You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you?" Sam asked.

"Well, no. I never even heard it." As the maid was explaining, Dean picked up a photograph from the wall of Dr. Pearlman and her friends at a bar. "I was almost starting to think the Doctor was imagining things, but she's not like that, so..."

"Hey, you know, I read she was chief surgeon at the hospital. She's got to be what, 42, 43? That's pretty young for that job." Dean noted.

"Youngest in the history of the place. She got the position... ten years ago?"

"Huh. An overnight success. 10 years ago." Millie nodded, realising the similarities between the victims.

"Yeah, we know a guy like that. Oh, look at this." Dean said, holding up the photograph and flipping it around. "Lloyd's Bar."

***************

In a motel room, with red curtains and sheets, a frazzled Dr. Pearlman was pacing the room, flinching at every noise she heard. A loud knocking on the door had her whirling around in a panic.

"Ms. Pearlman? I've been calling for hours." The motel manager said, through the door. "You need to vacate the room or you got to pay for another night."

Ms. Pearlman poked her head out of the door. "Okay. No problem."

She went to grab some cash out of her wallet, but when she turned back she saw the man's face stretching into a hideous form. His mouth opened wide and his eyes rolled back into his head. Ms. Pearlman gasped, tossing the money to the man and shutting the door, chaining it as she went back to panicking in her room.

*****************

The Winchesters pulled up outside of Lloyd's bar and got out. As they began walking across the crossroads, Dean noticed some yellow flowers growing by the side of the road.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"That's weird."

"What?" Millie asked.

"Think someone planted these?" Dean asked, walking over to the flowers.

"Middle of all these weeds?" Sam questioned.

"These are, uh, what do you call them?"

"Yarrow flowers." Millie answered.

"Yeah. Used for certain rituals, aren't they?"

"Yeah, actually. Summoning rituals." Millie confirmed.

"Heh. So, two people become sudden successes about ten years ago. Right around the time they were hanging out at Lloyd's."

"Where there just happens to be a crossroads." Sam realised.

"You think?" Millie asked, understanding what they were getting at.

"Let's find out." Dean said, heading for the middle of the crossroads. "This seems about dead centre to you?"

Dean dug a few inches into the hard soil of the middle of the crossroads, when he hit something hard. "Yahtzee."

He started digging with his hands as Sam and Millie crouched down to see. Dean pulled out an old, rusty box, opened it and found several bones along with a small jar. Millie inspected the jar.

"I'd be willing to bet that's graveyard dirt." Millie said. "And a black cat bone."

"That's serious spell work. I mean, that's Deep South Hoodoo stuff." Dean huffed.

"Used to summon a demon." Sam added.

"Not just summon one." Millie corrected. "Crossroads are where pacts are made. These people are actually making deals with the damn thing."

"Oh, cause that always ends good." Dean rolled his eyes.

"They're seeing dogs, all right. But not Black Dogs, they're seeing Hellhounds. Demonic pit bulls." Sam said.

"Yeah, whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting. And that doctor lady? Wherever she's running? She ain't running fast enough." Dean said.

****************

Back in the motel room, Dr. Pearlman's hotel door rattled violently. She was crouched by the window, covering her ears and sobbing. The rattling suddenly stopped, and Dr. Pearlman cautiously got up. Something invisible suddenly burst through the window sending Dr. Pearlman to the floor. She screamed, trying to back away, but the growling, invisible creature grabbed her leg, shredding it and leaving a blood trail. She screamed as the creature then dragged her across the floor to her death.