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Saved in a Flash – Part 1

Chapter Title: Shadow (rewrite of S01E16)

Chapter Summary: Hayley is on a secret mission: She has been watching over John Winchester’s boys for weeks now, bored out of her mind. But when a familiar demon threatens the brothers’ safety, she decides to make a move and step out of the shadows...

Universe: Superhero AU (Supernatural x Flash)

Characters: Hayley Allen (OFC), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Joe West, John Winchester, others mentioned

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC, Sam Winchester x Caitlin Snow (overall series)

Rating: +18, NFSW (canon typical violence, swearing, eventual smut)

Warnings: Slooooooow burn (you will hate me, I'm talking no kiss before 300k), slight enemies to bffs to stupidly in love, canon rewrite with divergence, superheros & powers, dating other people, canon typical violence/angst/hurt, pining & heartfelt friendships, girl power. I'm sure there's more...

Word Count: 10.9k (this is a long fic and I'm sure it won't be the shortest chapter, so buckle up folks)

A/N: Here it is! First chapter of my long fic crossover canon rewrite. I've shared this on ao3 and ffn, but never on tumblr. My goal was to bring more love & girl power into Supernatural, and I always loved the bubbliness of the Flash.

Settle in, get your favorite drink, because this is gonna be a very long ride. Hope you enjoy! ⚡️😈

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She was standing in the parking lot, leaning casually against a lamp post as the light shone down on her red leather jacket and pants. She wasn't worried anyone would notice her, a girl dressed head-to-toe in leather. It was dark, and this was a deadbeat town in the middle of nowhere. Not that she cared that much to begin with. It was the end of February, and she was freezing her ass off. All she wanted was her comfortable bed at home. She had watched the brothers for a little over six weeks now. She felt her butt vibrating. She pulled out her phone and looked at the screen. She sighed at the name. "John?" "How are my boys?" She could sense a smile on his face. John was a scary dude unless he talked about his sons. "They're fine." She glanced over to the motel where the brothers were cozily staying while she was standing here in the pouring rain like a creep. "Haven't seen that demon girl, Meg, either yet since Sam left that bus station in Indiana." She sounded emotionlessly like it was some sort of official report she had to deliver. "Good, that's good," he sounded relieved. She rolled her eyes. They would always be safe if it weren't for you and your insane agenda, she thought. "John," she started to say but hesitated. She knew exactly what he would say. It's not like she hadn't tried before. "Are you sure you're doing the right thing here by not telling them?" "Just keep 'em safe." He hung up. Of course, he did. She let out a frustrated groan. She had met John Winchester a few months ago when Central City was plagued by a vampire nest. Back then, she thought meta-humans were a handful to deal with until she learned vampires were an actual thing. And they weren't the ridiculous Dracula version either. They were scary as shit. Her whole life, she had looked for weird. And then, within one year, she found the motherload of weird unexplainable crap. First, she got struck by lightning (which sucked), only to land in a nine-month-long coma (which sucked even more). And when she finally woke up, she had found herself in an even weirder situation: suddenly having the ability of super-speed. Second, she found out not only did she have powers, but a few other people in her city were affected too. Weirdly, all of them evil. So it was up to her alone to stop them. Well, her and the leftover scientists at S.T.A.R. Labs. They had caused all of this chaos in the first place due to an unforeseen particle accelerator explosion. And third, she ran into John Winchester and learned of even more crap. One of those "craps" being vampires. Back then, one of the vampires had taken her sister, Iris. She had no idea what had taken her exactly, but she knew she had to find her sister, no matter what. When she ran blindly into the nest, she almost got herself killed. And Iris too. Fortunately for them, John Winchester had already been hunting those nasty vampires. Which apparently was a thing too: hunting monsters. With a machete, he cut off the vampires' heads effortlessly. She had never seen a decapitation before this day. And frankly, she wasn't sure she ever wanted to. But he had saved both of their lives that day. And she was grateful for that. So grateful, in fact, that she couldn't say no when he asked her a few months later after their first meeting to watch out for his two sons. John had to hunt some sort of super demon (demons are a thing as well). At first, she thought watching some kids wouldn't be a big deal. She didn't care about the details of the hows & whys. But then she realized his sons were actual grown men in their twenties. However, after a little longer conversation with their father, she agreed anyway. The only twist: the boys weren't supposed to know she was watching them. Another thing she learned: hunters didn't like supernatural beings. And although she explained to John at length how she came to be (very detailed science), she could tell he still didn't quite buy it. Which made things fairly complicated. It had been six weeks.

Now, she was just hoping it would be over soon, so she could get back to her somewhat normal life as a vigilante in Central City. Not to mention her actual day job as a CSI, her family, and her friends.

Thinking about Central City made her miss them even more. It felt like college all over again. She sighed and pulled out her scarlet red phone.

"Hey, Joe," she said with a big smile on her face. She could hear a heartily laugh on the other end.

"Hey, kiddo! Iris and I were just cooking grandma Esther's noodle dish," Joe told her excitedly.

What she wouldn't give for a self-cooked meal right now! Ever since she got her powers, she needed to carb load almost constantly. Her stomach was growling at the thought of it.

"Oh, I love grandma's noodle dish!" She exclaimed with a pout.

Joe chuckled. "We miss you, kid. It's for sure quieter around here without your science babble and the singing."

She laughed. "Doesn't sound like you miss me too much." Joe giggled. "I miss you guys, too." Hayley knew her voice sounded sad. And Joe probably had heard it too.

"When you're coming home? Did he tell you when it's over?" Joe sounded concerned.

He always did when it came to his two girls. Joe was the best father anyone could ever wish for. He had taken Hayley in when she was eleven. He had looked after her and put her even through college since then. She knew what a good father looked like, and John Winchester wasn't even in the vicinity of close. Maybe that's why she felt like she needed to protect those two boys even more. Because it seemed like there was no one else around to do this job.

"Nope. 'Just keep 'em safe,'" she replied, trying to mimic John's low voice. "Not that these two yahoos are even doing anything," she said, rolling her eyes, annoyed. Another laugh rang through her phone.

"Well, you know what I think of this whole operation and of John Winchester. I've been a detective long enough to see people for who they are," he cautioned her like he always did.

"I know, Joe. But he did save Iris' life. And mine, for that matter."

"And I'll always be grateful for saving my two baby girls, but this agenda is crazy. And you still have a life here. You know, a job to get back to?"

"Well, I got struck by lightning only a few months ago, and I was… experiencing side effects. So officially, I'm on sabbatical," she joked.

Caitlin Snow, one of the scientists at S.T.A.R. Labs and her personal physician, had helped her out with that excuse. Caitlin had even sent her police captain a letter detailing her lightning disease. She had no idea how he could've bought that, but here she was.

Joe giggled. "You know where people usually go on sabbatical? An island," he deadpanned.

She rolled her eyes, even if he couldn't see. She knew somehow he would still know through his dad-magic.

"Hey, if I'm lucky, they might hunt a ghost on an island soon," she said half-jokingly but actually hoped it would come true. She needed a vacation.

"Did you just say 'ghost'?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh, did I never mention that before?" She couldn't remember if she had actually told him before. There were so many new things, crazy things she discovered every day.

Besides, when you know about vampires and demons, what's so unbelievable about ghosts anyway?

"Well, my point is – the last thing I can do is sacrifice a few weeks out of my life and keep an eye on his kids. I mean, it's kinda sweet when you think about it," she said. Her eyes glanced over to the boys' motel room window. They were fighting over the last slice of pizza.

She could hear Joe sigh on the other line.

"Fine. Just be safe out there," he finally surrendered.

"Puh-lease, safe is my middle name, yo," she replied jokingly.

He sighed even deeper and hung up. He knew he couldn't tell that girl anything. She had her own damn head.

Chicago, Illinois

The brothers had driven all night to Chicago to solve yet another mysterious murder. She had thought of way too many Hardy Boys jokes already. She knew if she ever got actual face time with them, they wouldn't kill her. Not because of her powers, but probably because of all those god-awful jokes.

Sam and Dean had bought overalls from the security company of the murder apartment and walked casually down the street.

She was never far behind them, just far enough so they never spotted her. Not that they ever did. Sometimes she wondered how they even managed to solve a case by themselves.

"All right, Dean. This is the place," Sam said and pointed to an apartment building across the street.

He was the younger brother, but still taller in height. His hair was longer and shaggier, falling into his face. He was also the booksmart one. He was a pre-law at Stanford before his older brother dragged him out to hunt again. Sam also did most of the case research. She had a feeling she would get along with him.

"You know, I've gotta say, Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork," Dean complained as usual and then started to smile. "What was that play that you did? What was it – Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute," he teased his younger brother.

Dean was another story. He was older, but some would argue not necessarily wiser. He was more likely to get into trouble and cared more about the action part of their job than the research. He was rough around the edges for sure. But it was obvious from afar he cared about his little brother and his dad. It was hard to decide whether he was just plain reckless sometimes or overprotective. One thing she did know: he was more likely than Sam to shoot her on sight.

But she couldn't help but smile. After a while, their brotherly teasing had grown on her. Plus, it was the only entertainment she could get these days.

"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" Sam asked annoyed while rolling his eyes back.

"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?"

"Whose?" Sam asked with a knowing smile.

"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"

Of course, she had to ignore all the illegal activities, like credit card fraud or the occasional breaking and entering. She had been raised by a cop after all. She even worked for law enforcement. Simply by knowing all this, she was committing a crime. Her anxiety at night was at times through the roof due to this.

When the boys had left the apartment and came back with nothing, she went in herself to take a look.

She had read the newspaper article – a young woman named Meredith was found shred to pieces in her apartment. No signs of a break-in whatsoever. She had hacked into the local police records earlier and found out that Meredith's heart had been missing. She had seen many different crime scenes in her short career as a CSI, but there was always another one that would surprise her even more than the last. Whether it'd be a new form of cruelty or a different kind of craziness.

This crime scene was both.

She pulled out an EMF meter she had built herself. She had seen the boys use one of them to find supernatural beings. She had always assumed the paranormal activity stuff was pseudoscience. But alas, another thing she had been wrong about. Dean had made an EMF meter out of an old Walkman. Hers was a little more advanced. Monster hunting might be up their alley, but engineering technological devices was definitely up hers. And she had a little help from a friend from home.

She took a few steps through the living room. The device in her hand beeped frantically. Her money was on a spirit. It was usually a spirit or cursed object. She also hoped it would be. It was the only thing she could actually fight. Although, that murder did seem awfully violent and unnecessarily bloody for a run-of-the-mill spirit. There was also the missing heart. She frowned. She hated it when she couldn't solve a puzzle.

And then, there it was – the blood spatter. Why hadn't she seen this earlier? She almost felt stupid for not noticing it instantly.

She took some tape from a desk nearby and walked over to the drops of blood spilled all over the carpet. She used the tape to literally connect the dots. She took a step back and looked at it curiously.

"Well, that's definitely odd," she said out loud. Even though no one was there.

Man, she was getting crazy lonely...

She knelt down to look at the symbol up close. It was a circle with two hooks. It almost resembled the letter Z. She hadn't seen it anywhere before and sighed in frustration.

The boys had decided to check out the bar where Meredith had worked. She was sure Dean had been the first to volunteer when the word bar was mentioned. He was sort of the type that would volunteer for these things. When they left their motel room, she snuck in. She placed a photo of the blood spatter symbol on the table next to Sam's laptop and a stack of library books. On the back of the photo, she had scribbled some of her research. It wasn't the first time she had snuck into their room and left them clues for their cases. A few "accidentally" opened books on a particular page about the thing they were hunting here and there, usually did the trick.

She caught up with them at a nearby bar and found them sitting at a table. She sat down at another table within ears' reach. She knew she had to be careful not to get seen by them. Once wasn't so bad – but more than that, and they would grow suspicious and probably try to kill her. Until now, she had managed to avoid it. Dean had tried to hit on her once, but she was fast enough to trip the waiter before he could even see her face. Now she only hoped he wouldn't remember women's butts. She knew the odds weren't in her favor, though.

"So, you talked to the cops?" Sam asked his brother.

"Uh, yeah. I spoke to Amy, a, uh, charming, perky officer of the law," he smirked.

"Yeah? What'd you find out?"

"Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequila, I mean – wow. Oh, and she's got this little tattoo-," Dean described dreamily.

"Dean!" Sam interrupted him, annoyed.

"What? Yeah. Uh, nothin' we don't already know," he replied nonchalantly. "Except for one thing they're keepin' out of the papers – Meredith's heart was missing."

"Her heart?!" Sam asked, stunned.

"Yeah, her heart," Dean confirmed his little brother.

"So, what do you think did it to her?"

"Well, the landlady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was—werewolf?" Dean suggested.

"No, no werewolf – the lunar cycle's not right. Plus, if it was a creature, it would've left some kind of trace. It's probably a spirit," Sam proposed instead.

"Well, either way I'm getting a beer. Plus, the bartender might know something about Meredith," Dean concluded with a grin and walked over to the pretty bartender.

She could sense Sam's eyes rolling even from her spot and laughed.

Sam took out his dad's journal and started looking through it. She wished she had put the photo in there. It drove her crazy not to directly help them. It would make things so much easier.

She glanced over to Dean at the bar as he was happily flirting with the bartender. He took a shot of tequila before walking back over to Sam at the table, seemingly chipper.

"So, I talked to the bartender," he declared as it hadn't been obvious.

"Did you get anything besides her number?" Sam asked sarcastically, still seeming a little annoyed at his brother's behavior.

"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that."

Sam shot him a knowing look.

He started chuckling. "Alright, yeah," he confessed winningly and pulled out a napkin with the girl's phone number on it.

Least to say, Sam looked more than a little annoyed by now. "You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?" He was staring daggers at Dean.

She almost spat out her shot of tequila, watching them bicker.

"Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so – what about that first victim? Before Meredith?"

"Right, yeah."

Sam pulled out the newspaper clipping concerning the first death and handed it to Dean.

The first victim's name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his townhouse. The murder had the same circumstances as Meredith's – the door was locked, the alarm was on. She hadn't found any connection between the two yet. Ben was a banker and Meredith a waitress. They could have met at the bar, sure. But it still wouldn't explain why they both got killed by some supernatural thing.

The brothers turned up with the same conclusion – they had nothing.

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number," Dean said, smirking.

Suddenly, Sam's look wandered from Dean to somewhere off in the distance. She followed his stare to a table across the room.

Hayley almost spat out her drink again when she recognized the blonde short-haired girl. Meg – that demonic bitch.

That demonic bitch they still don't know about, she realized.

"What? Sam?" Dean called out after his little brother.

Sam stood up and walked away from their table right over to Meg. He tipped her on the shoulder and she turned around with a warm fake smile. They even hugged. Hayley couldn't even believe he was touching that thing after what she saw that demon do to that truck driver.

Back in Indiana, when Sam had his first run-in with Meg, she had followed the girl. It had been just a bad gut feeling but her gut had never disappointed her before. And it didn't that time either. As soon as Sam had left that bus station, so did Meg. Apparently, California hadn't been as important anymore and she hitched a ride with a truck driver instead. Little did she know she had an eye-witness when she slit that man's throat, dripped his blood into a bowl and talked into it. Meg's black eyes flashing only had confirmed it – demon.

Dean followed Sam shortly and postured himself behind his taller brother.

Hayley moved across the room as well and settled in behind a crowd of people standing close by. She hoped she could still hear the conversation well enough. They seemed to be chatting about the odds of running into each other again and where Meg originally was from.

Hell, she thought darkly.

Dean seemed like he felt a little left out and cleared his throat. He got ignored and they continued to chit-chat as if he wasn't even there. He tried again and cleared his throat a little louder – this time earning a death stare from Meg.

"Dude, cover your mouth," Meg hissed at Dean.

He frowned at her. He was used to being the one getting the girls – surely, not Sam.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh – this is my brother, Dean," Sam introduced him finally.

Meg looked surprised. "This is Dean?" she asked dim-wittedly.

Dean threw his cockiest smile at her. "So you've heard of me?" He acted like he was waiting for her to fall to his feet anytime soon by just looking at his charming self.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice – the way you treat your brother like luggage," Meg retorted.

Dean's grin faded and turned into a confused look at Sam. "Sorry?" he asked incredulously.

"Why don't you let him do what he wants to do? Stop dragging him over God's green earth," she told him straight to his face.

"Meg, it's all right," Sam tried to calm her before this conversation got even more out of hand.

They stood there in silence for a while before Dean shook his head and let out a low whistling noise. "Okay, awkward. I'm gonna get a drink now," he finally broke the silence. He shot Sam a puzzled look as he walked back over to the bar.

A little later, Sam joined Dean at the bar as Meg was back, talking to some friends.

Are they demons too? Or worse – just some innocent bystanders, she wondered.

"Who the hell was she?" Dean asked Sam, annoyed.

She hoped this wouldn't bring up their whole fight again.

The circumstances which led to Sam meeting Meg, also began with the usual Winchester bickering match. However, this particular time, it turned into a huge fight and Dean practically threw Sam out of the car.

Meg, of course, was using their fight as a way in with Sam.

"I don't really know. I only met her once. Meeting up with her again? I don't know, man, it's weird," Sam said, echoing her thoughts exactly.

She knew why she always avoided being seen more than once. People just didn't accidently run into each other across countries. Especially not in their line of business.

"And what was she saying? I treat you like luggage? What, were you bitchin' about me to some chick?"

Hayley crossed her fingers tightly and prayed this wouldn't turn into another fight. Being at two places at once had been way too complicated the last time. Not to mention all the calories she had burned that day and all the burritos she had to eat later to make up for it. Alone and sad in a dirty motel room. It had been a low point in her life.

"Look, I'm sorry, Dean. It was when we had that huge fight when I was in that bus stop in Indiana. But that's not important, just listen…," Sam tried to explain to his older brother.

"Well, is there any truth to what she's saying? I mean, am I keeping you against your will, Sam?" Dean asked him, carrying a lot of anger in his voice.

"No, of course not. Now, would you listen?" Sam tried to get his brother's attention.

"What?", Dean snorted at him.

His brows were already bending. His face always looked like this – whenever Dean was upset about something, but was too "man" about it to actually talk about his feelings.

Boys are stupid, she thought.

"I think there's something strange going on here, Dean," Sam told him a little worriedly.

"Yeah, tell me about it. She wasn't even that into me."

"No, man, I mean like our kind of strange. Like, maybe even a lead," Sam added suggestively.

She already had suspected Meg behind the two murders once she saw the demon. It was just too odd running into her again at a bar where the waitress was killed by something really evil.

"Why do you say that?" Dean asked him, not too sure what to think of his brother's theory quite yet.

"I met Meg weeks ago, literally on the side of the road. And now, I run into her in some random Chicago bar? I mean, the same bar where a waitress was slaughtered by something supernatural? You don't think that's a little weird?"

Yes, thank you, Sam, she thought somehow proud. She always knew he was the smarter one of the two.

"I don't know, random coincidence. It happens," Dean said.

She rolled her eyes so hard in the distance, it felt like they were going to pop out any second.

"Yeah, it happens, but not to us. Look, I could be wrong, I'm just sayin' that there's something about this girl that I can't quite put my finger on," Sam explained.

She already knew what was coming next.

Dean smirked at him, "Well, I bet you'd like to. I mean, maybe she's not a suspect, maybe you've got a thing for her, huh?"

Sam rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"Maybe you're thinkin' a little too much with your upstairs brain, huh?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, pointing to Sam's head.

"Do me a favor – check and see if there's really a Meg Masters from Andover, Massachusetts," Sam said in a serious tone again.

"What are you gonna do?" Dean asked and looked up at him.

"I'm gonna watch Meg," Sam declared.

"Yeah, you are," Dean said laughingly.

"I just wanna see what's what. Better safe than sorry," he explained.

"All right, you little pervert," Dean teased him.

Sam shot him an annoyed glare. "Dude."

Dean grinned at him satisfied. "I'm goin', I'm goin'," he stated and started heading for the door to get back to the motel to do some research.

Hopefully he would find her note then.

Hayley had first followed Sam to Meg's apartment. He was staying in the Impala to keep an eye on her.

When she determined he was somewhat safe, she went back to her motel room and pulled out her laptop. She sat down at her bed, legs crossed, and started to open various programs. She madly typed in codes at super-speed, her fingertips were hitting the keyboards hard.

She placed the laptop next to her on the bed and closed her eyes. Now she just had to wait.

She must have fallen asleep as she woke up a few hours later to her beeping laptop. Her alert had gone off – Dean was making a call to Sam.

Hayley occasionally hacked them – it made her life just so much easier. It was hard always being close enough to eavesdrop and this was an excellent way to find out what they were up to. Ironically, she had once taken a cyber security class in college.

Dean walked into the motel room, grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down at the little table that was full with library books, police records and newspaper articles. He opened Sam's laptop and started doing his research on his brother's new girlfriend.

Paranoid little freak, he thought and shook his head.

When he was done and didn't come up with anything weird about this Meg girl, he leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his beer. He looked at the table with all their useless research. There was something different though.

His look hardened on a photo of a weird symbol next to Sam's laptop. He grabbed it and inspected it more closely.

"Huh, weird," he said out loud and turned the photo around to find some words scribbled at the back of it.

Zoroastrian. Very, very old school. Like 2,000 years BC old. Sigil for Daeva. Daeva = demon of darkness Savage, nasty attitudes. Think demonic pit bulls. Have to be summoned Who ? Do research. Can't do everything.

"What the hell?" he frowned.

That bitchy attitude is so typical for Sam, he thought.

Annoyed, he pulled out his phone and waited for his little brother to pick up. He had some explaining to do.

"Hey," Sam finally answered.

"Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean asked with a knowing smirk.

"No," Sam lied. Dean waited patiently for another response. "Yes."

He smiled winningly. "You've got a funny way of showin' your affection," he teased his brother.

"Did you find anything on her or what?"

"Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo." He looked at the website again. "Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and, uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?" he suggested, hoping it would finally get his brother laid.

He knew Sam needed a few nights of happiness – hell, even a few hours would be enough after Jessica's death.

"What about the murder? Any luck?" Sam asked, ignoring his older brother's antics.

"Yeah, thanks for the note and the symbol, by the way," Dean retorted.

"What note?" Sam asked, puzzled.

"You know...the photo with the connected blood spatter...with the symbol. And your research scribbled on the back with the passive-aggressive tone…"

"Dean! What the hell are you talking about? I didn't leave you a note and I've never seen that photo before in my life," he replied honestly at this new revelation.

"If it wasn't you – what, do we have a fucking ghost now or what, c'mon!" Dean looked around the room just to make sure there wasn't an actual ghost here.

"Just calm down. I'll be there soon, okay?" Sam promised, clearly carrying a smile on his face at Dean's obvious distress.

"Fine. Anyways, I did some research, someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram?"

"Bite me," Sam responded.

"No, bite her. Don't leave teeth marks, though…"

Sam hung up on him.

"Sam? Are you…?"

Not too long after, Sam came back to their motel room. He seemed flustered, and Dean got up from his bed and walked towards him.

"Dude, I gotta talk to you," they said simultaneously before looking surprised at each other.

They sat down at the bed and Sam told Dean what he had seen, spying on Meg.

After their call, Meg had left the apartment and Sam followed her to an abandoned warehouse. He hid out in the elevator shaft as he watched Meg kneeling at an altar and talking into a bowl.

"So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?" Dean asked him after he had finished telling his story.

"Looks like she was using that black altar to control the thing," Sam confirmed.

"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean chuckled as Sam rolled his eyes at him. "And what's the deal with that bowl again?"

"She was talking into it. The way witches used to into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone," he explained.

"With who? With the Daeva?"

"No, you said those things were savages. No, this was someone different. Someone who's giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse."

Dean thought for a moment and glanced at some files on the table. He sat down and started digging through them.

"Holy crap," he exclaimed as if he had just said Eureka!

"What?"

"What I was gonna tell you earlier – I pulled a favor with my, uh friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims – we missed something the first time."

Sam walked over to take a look at the files.

"The first victim, the old man – he spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born."

Dean pointed his finger at the location written down in the files.

"Lawrence, Kansas," Sam read out loud and looked at him stunned.

"Mhm, Meredith, second victim – turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from. Lawrence, Kansas."

Sam sat down slowly on the bed, clearly shocked.

"Holy crap," he said, repeating Dean's initial thoughts. "I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" He asked his older brother, hoping they would finally get a chance to revenge their mother's and his girlfriend's deaths.

"I think it's a definite possibility," Dean confirmed him. He was clearly worried, especially about Sam. He had been hell bent on killing this demon ever since Jessica. Sometimes Dean wasn't even sure Sam wouldn't sacrifice himself in order to kill this thing.

"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?" Sam asked in confusion, thinking of all the ways this could be connected to them.

"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation," Dean suggested, ready to jump into danger whenever.

"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her," Sam advised instead, being more reasonable than his brother.

"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone," Dean said thoughtfully, glancing over to his brother.

They knew they needed their father right about now.

She was wearing sweatpants, a hoodie, and her reading glasses. She had put her hair up into a messy bun and had ordered Chinese food earlier, stacking up box after box on her nightstand.

She was wearing headphones and had listened to the brothers' conversation, as she had successfully hacked into the speakers and microphone of Sam's laptop.

She agreed with the boys – this was a job for John.

Unfortunately, she had already tried him a million times and he didn't even bother to send a carrier pigeon.

She was out of ideas. Could she take on a demon? She literally knew nothing about them. John hadn't told her much. She had learned a few things from library books. But she never knew what sources to trust. But she figured she had to fight a demon, as their was no other obvious alternative in sight.

The brothers still didn't know Meg was even a demon, and were about to walk into an evident trap.

She still was mad at herself for not noticing this sooner: The birth place of both victims just so happen to coincide with the boys'. When she heard it ringing through her headphones, her body had immediately tensed, sensing a threat.

After all, everything had started in Lawrence. Their adventure. And hers.

She had to warn the boys somehow.

Dean had just left a voicemail on their father's phone when Sam entered their motel room, carrying a duffle bag full of weapons. They always kept it in the trunk of Dean's '67 Chevy Impala.

"Jesus, what'd you get?" Dean gestured to the bags in Sam's hand.

Sam chuckled. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything," he said, and Dean nodded in agreement.

"Big night," Dean noted after a short silence.

They had started to load their guns.

"Yeah. You nervous?" Sam asked, glancing over at his brother.

Dean's face was stern. His brother never tended to give away too much, no matter what apparent danger they were facing. He was always the older brother, looking out for his younger sibling.

"No. Why, are you?"

"No. No way," Sam said. He had been waiting for this for a long time. He was ready. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?"

Dean looked at him for a moment. He didn't know what they would be walking into tonight. Which meant he had no way of knowing on how to protect Sam and keep him safe, like he had promised their father. It had been a direct order and practically his only job ever since he carried his little brother out of their burning childhood home twenty-two years ago.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean stated calmly.

"I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school – be a person again," Sam said casually.

Dean shot him a confused look. "You wanna go back to school?" he asked, slightly aggravated now. He knew they were about to start a bickering match again, but he just couldn't believe his little brother. How could he leave after knowing what was out there? Then again, Sam had left their family before and gone to Stanford. He shouldn't be this surprised about Sammy's future plans.

"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing," Sam answered, still not having a clue yet, that Dean would throw a fit any second now.

"Huh," he stated simply, his muscles clearly tensing like he was ready for a fight.

"Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?" Sam asked innocently.

Sometimes he was just too naïve for his own good.

"No. No, it's, uh, great. Good for you," Dean replied sarcastically.

"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?" Sam continued to question his brother.

Why couldn't his little brother open his eyes for once?

"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt," Dean told him in his calmest voice possible, trying to hide his frustrations.

"But there's got to be somethin' that you want for yourself-."

He cut Sam off before he could say more, "Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean looked him dead in the eye. Almost as if he were desperate for his little brother to stay with him. As if he couldn't do it without Sam's help. He felt like a little lost boy.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asked, still being oblivious to his brother's pain.

Dean remained silent for a moment, leaning against the dresser, trying not to look at Sam. "Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" he confessed, turning around to glance at his little brother again.

"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom," Sam replied, still not grasping what Dean wanted so badly.

"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man. You and me and Dad – I mean, I want us…I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again," he said, almost pleading with Sam. He never let his vulnerability show. It made him feel weak and weakness equaled being an easy target in their world.

"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before," Sam explained calmly.

Deep down, even Dean knew he was right. But it was the only hope, the light at the end of the tunnel, that had kept him going all these years.

"Could be," Dean argued sadly. He held onto it for so long, he wouldn't stop now either.

Sam took a deep breath. He didn't want to hurt Dean and seeing him like this, didn't resemble the strong older brother he grew up with.

"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way," Sam told him and they shared a long look.

Suddenly, the door burst open and a yellow streak flashed into their motel room. It almost looked like lightning. And for a moment, Sam wasn't sure if he had spotted an actual person in the midst of all this. Papers were flying through the room, as the boys frantically tried to follow the red blur. It was way too fast to catch with normal human capacities. The chaotic swirling through their room stopped abruptly and the door was slammed shut again.

They looked at each other in confusion.

"What the hell?! Do we have an actual ghost now?!" Dean yelled, almost freaking out.

He walked over to the door to look outside again, his head turning left and right.

"Yeah, well I think Casper, the friendly ghost, wanted to warn us," Sam stated, looking at the wall of their motel room.

Dean turned around and followed Sam's gaze. There was a picture of Meg, stuck to the wall with one of their hunting knives. The word Demon was scribbled across it in red lipstick.

"Huh," Dean murmured as he took a closer look.

"At least, now we know what we're dealing with," he said, turning to Sam, who nodded.

"Let's go."

The boys entered the warehouse and climbed the elevator shaft, hiding out at the gate and watching Meg as she stood in front of an altar and spoke in an ancient language.

Hayley had been hot on their heels ever since they had left the motel and had followed them to the warehouse. She hid herself behind a wall at the far end of the room. She could see the boys leaving the elevator gate and sneaking up behind some crates, and rolled her eyes. If she could see them, she was sure Meg could as well.

"Guys, hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg suddenly said and turned around to face them. "Why don't you come out?"

Sam and Dean shared a look before walking out of their hiding space.

"Sam, I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship," Meg pouted.

"Yeah, tell me about it," Sam mumbled.

"So, where's your little Daeva friend?" Dean asked her.

"Around. You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good," Meg replied with a cocky smile.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. The shotgun's not for the demon," Dean countered with a smirk.

"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming? Who are you waiting for?" Sam questioned her.

"Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend...is a bitch," Dean said to his brother, facing Meg and staring her dead in the eye.

"This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say. It was all a set-up, wasn't it?" Sam finally realized. Meg only confirmed his theory by letting out a laugh. "And that the victims were from Lawrence?"

"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all," Meg verified.

"You killed those two people for nothin'," Sam told her. His voice clearly carried some anger now.

"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less," Meg shrugged, not even trying to show any kind of remorse.

"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time," Dean smirked. "But why don't you kill us already?"

"Not very quick on the uptake, are we?" she answered, stepping a little closer. "This trap isn't for you," she informed them with a small smirk on her face.

Dean looked as confused as ever when ultimately, Sam seemed to realize it.

"Dad. It's a trap for Dad," he stated and looked at his brother, who looked back at a grinning Meg.

"Oh, sweetheart – you're dumber than you look. 'Cause even if Dad was in town, which he is not, he wouldn't walk into something like this. He's too good," Dean told her and that much was true.

He always had a weak spot though, Hayley thought as she listened. And she knew exactly what that was, and she was sure Meg and every other demon, John had ever been hunting, knew it too.

"He is pretty good. I'll give you that. But you see, he has one weakness," she confided in them, smiling all the way.

"What's that?" Dean asked her. He was oblivious to the fact that his father could even remotely care about him.

"You. He lets his guard down around his boys, lets his emotions cloud his judgment. I happen to know he is in town. And he'll come and try to save you. And then the Daevas will kill everybody – nice and slow and messy," Meg explained almost seductively, looking at the boys intensely.

"Well, I've got news for ya. It's gonna take a lot more than some….shadow to kill him," Dean replied cockily. No one would be able to kill his father that easy.

"Oh, the Daevas are in the room here – they're invisible. Their shadows are just the only part you can see," Meg informed them.

Good to know, Hayley thought, eavesdropping from behind the wall. She needed a plan. She still had no clue on how to stop them or Meg.

"Why you doin' this, Meg? What kind of deal you got worked out here, huh? And with who?" Sam asked her, desperate for answers.

"I'm doing this for the same reasons you do what you do – loyalty. Love. Like the love you had for Mommy – and Jess," Meg snarled.

"Go to hell," Sam muttered angrily.

"Fine. You first," Meg retorted with a twisted grin.

"Shit," Hayley mumbled behind her hiding space as she saw a shadow demon begin to rise on the wall. It knocked Sam to the ground immediately. It was fast – but not fast enough for her eyes. However, she still had no clue on how to defeat this thing, and her mind was racing.

The shadow reappeared. This time throwing Dean almost across the whole room as he landed into a stack of crates. Then it started to attack Sam again, leaving a claw-like mark on his cheek.

She needed to do something – now.

She sped into the room and threw Meg against the wall with a punch. But the demon got up again, stretching its neck like it was getting ready for the next round.

"Looks like your pet freak came to your rescue," Meg grinned at Hayley and then looked over to the boys, scattered on each side of the room. "Good, I've been wanting to get rid of you ever since Indiana," she declared and glanced at the masked girl with a hungry smile.

The Daevas started coming to life again, their long dark shadows slowly crawling up the walls. Hayley didn't even see it when she suddenly felt a force slam her across the room. She hit her head on a pipe and could definitely feel a few broken rips. But she had to get up again.

They feed off the darkness, she remembered. So what if she created enough light by running fast enough? At least, they couldn't touch her then.

She ran as fast as she could, circling the room. She could see the shadows backing away from the walls. She came to an abrupt halt in the middle as soon as the shadows had disappeared again. She knew it wouldn't be for long.

What now, she thought to herself. She felt helpless. How was she supposed to defeat those things? And then there was still Meg.

Meg walked toward her, her eyes fierce and ready to attack. Hayley swallowed hard, side-eyeing Dean.

"Any ideas on how to kill those things...now would be a good time," she whispered to him, vibrating her voice. Even though she wasn't sure keeping her identity a secret was still of necessity. But it felt weird talking straight to his face. They've never done that before, she realized.

But he just gaped at her as if he didn't even know which side she was on.

Fair enough, but not the right time, she thought.

"Now," she hissed at him with closed teeth. She turned to look at him straight. Dean hesitantly shrugged his shoulders and he thought he could see a flicker of helplessness in the girl's posture before she gathered herself again.

"Destroy the altar," Sam suddenly told her.

She spun around to see his face, only to see his eyes widening. It was her cue that Meg was coming back to attack her. She spun around and caught Meg's arm, which held a knife in her claws. Hayley twisted her arm until the demon let it drop to the floor. She kneed Meg in the head and kicked her across the room. Meg got back on her feet, smirking broadly at her. She was bleeding from her lower lip and licked it slowly with her tongue.

"You know, maybe next time I should possess your body. Those powers might come in handy," Meg remarked with a lingering smile.

"Can't blame you," Hayley retorted with a cocky smile, looking herself up and down. "Gotta catch me first though, bitch."

She sped towards Meg and shoved her to the ground. But Meg kicked her feet, knocking her off balance and she fell to the ground. She managed to get up again and ran to the room's center. She needed to get Meg away from the altar.

"Come on Wile E., catch the Road Runner," she challenged Meg.

The demon smiled, accepting her challenge as she ran toward Hayley again. Before Meg could grab her, she raced to the altar, leaving Meg only grasping for thin air. Meg turned around to see the girl standing by the altar, her hand resting coolly on the edge. Hayley looked back at the demon with a smile before she tipped over the table, destroying it.

"Whoopsie," the speedster stated mockingly.

Meg's eyes widened as the Daevas started climbing the walls again. The shadow demon grabbed the blonde, dragging her across the floor before it threw her out of the window. Then it finally vanished for good.

Hayley heard the crash when the body hit the street. It sounded like a million bones had just shattered. Could a demon die from this? She walked over to the window to see for herself. As she looked down, she could see Meg's body, or what was left of it, sprawled on the sidewalk, seemingly dead.

Suddenly, she heard a gun clacking. She frowned at the noise and spun around to see her suspicions confirmed.

Dean was standing a few feet away from her, clearly feeling better as he pointed his weapon at her. She glared at him and watched him grow unsure of what he was about to do. After all, she was a girl who just saved him. And she knew she didn't look the most threathening either.

Still, there was determination in his eyes to kill her.

"Dude, are you crazy?!" Sam snapped, finally getting up and walking over to his brother. He looked at Dean straight. "She just saved our asses and you wanna kill her?" he asked incredulously.

Dean just looked at him, puzzled, but lowered his gun a little.

Hayley took it as her signal to leave. She raced out of the warehouse as fast as possible before the brothers could change their minds.

The boys walked back to their motel room. Dean was complaining the whole way about how he should've just taken the shot. Even though the girl had saved them, she wasn't human and she needed to be dealt with. He had no clue what she was, but he wouldn't let her get away a second time. Although, he did appreciate the skintight red leather outfit. The mask and red lipstick was a nice touch too.

"Did you see her face?" he asked his brother for the thousandth time, looking for answers to this thing.

"No, Dean, I told you – she was more of a blur than anything else. Just let it go, alright?" Sam pled with him now.

Dean made a face at him, but nodded. He unlocked the door to their room. Walking in, he noticed the outline of a figure standing in the middle of the room waiting for them.

"Hey!" he shouted as Sam turned on the light. He couldn't believe his eyes – he was here. "Dad?" he asked, stunned.

Sam seemed to be just as shocked to see their father again.

"Hey, boys," John said with smile. Dean immediately walked over to his father, grabbing him in a long emotional hug. Sam stood behind and watched them with a little sadness in his eyes. "Hi, Sam," John finally said, pulling apart from Dean and looking over to his youngest son.

"Hey, Dad," Sam said, his voice softer than usual.

"Dad, it was a trap. I didn't know, I'm sorry," Dean apologized to him.

It was stupid of him to call his father. He should've known better than to fall for a trap. His father had taught them better. He had taught him better.

"It's all right. I thought it might've been," John said, looking at his boys with a warm smile.

"Were you there?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I got there just in time to see the girl take the swan dive. She was the bad guy, right?" He looked at them both questioningly.

"Yes, sir," they replied at the same time.

"Good. Well, it doesn't surprise me. It's tried to stop me before," John revealed to his boys.

"The demon has?" Sam asked, looking at his father.

"It knows I'm close. It knows I'm gonna kill it. Not just exorcise it or send it back to hell – actually kill it," he explained to his children.

"How?" Dean asked, confused.

"I'm workin' on that," John smiled.

"Let us come with you. We'll help," Sam said, earning a warning look from his older brother.

"No, Sam. Not yet. Just try to understand. This demon is a scary son of a bitch. I don't want you caught in a crossfire. I don't want you hurt," John told them.

"Dad, you don't have to worry about us," Sam stated firmly.

"Of course I do. I'm your father." He paused to take a breath. "Listen, Sammy, last time we were together, we had one hell of a fight," John said, eyeing his son.

"Yes, sir," Sam nodded.

"It's good to see you again. It's been a long time," he told his son, tears filling his eyes.

"Too long," Sam agreed.

He didn't want to fight with his father anymore and he could tell all the fighting was taking a toll on his older brother. John walked over to him and pulled him into an long overdue embrace. Sam could feel the tears coming, too, in his own eyes. And even Dean seemed to be an emotional wreck right at this moment.

It didn't last long though. As soon as they pulled apart, a shadow demon appeared in the motel room and attacked John, throwing him into a row of cupboards against the wall.

"No!" Dean yelled desperately.

But it was too late.

She had decided to walk home. Sometimes she liked moving at a slower pace, especially when she had to think. And she had a lot to think about.

Was her mission over, now that they knew they had a follower? Or was she supposed to keep going? How was she supposed to protect them if they didn't let her? And more importantly – how was she going to avoid getting shot again?

She frowned.

She had almost reached the motel. If the demon had been right and John was in fact in town, then she was almost sure, he would stop by to visit his boys. And she'd get the perfect opportunity to ask him what she was supposed to do next.

Sure enough, she saw John's truck parked in an alley close to the motel. All of a sudden, she noticed a dark figure strolling away from the building.

Not just any figure – Meg. But before she could snatch the demon bitch, she heard loud noises coming from a motel room. And then she heard someone scream.

She burst into the boys' room faster than she had ever done before. She stopped for a nanosecond and looked around – the Daevas were back and attacking the three Winchesters.

But one of the daevas got her too and slammed her forcefully against the wall. She crumbled to the floor with grasp. She jumped back to her feet and ran in circles through the room, keeping the shadows at bay and away from the boys.

She noticed the duffle bag on the ground and grabbed it. She dug through the bag until she found a few flares.

"Close your eyes!" she yelled at the three of them as she lit up the flares.

The shadow demons immediately disappeared.

All of them still needed to get out of the room though before they suffocated. The smoke from the flares made it hard to breathe and burned in their lungs. The smoke also weakened her vision, but she managed to grab all three of them and sped them outside into the alley.

Sam was supporting his father. John had been pretty badly injured by the demons. They almost had ripped him into shreds. The boys didn't look much better though. And even she had a few scratches and broken bones. But hers would heal a lot quicker. Another perk of being a speedster.

She backed away a few steps from them, letting them go. Her hands rested on her thighs for a moment as she tried to catch her breath again. She had looked at the floor for what only could've been a second before she heard a gun cock again.

"Dean, don't shoot!" She could hear John yell, but it was too late.

She saw the bullet race at her in slow motion as her eyes adjusted to the speeding object. She could feel her body tense, energy rushing through her veins until she felt the lightning flicker in her eyes. She reached out her arm and caught the bullet between her fingers like it was nothing. Her environment resumed to its average speed.

Hayley frowned at her shooter angrily. "Really, douchebag?!" She held up the bullet in her hand and threw it at Dean's feet. "Try a 'thank you' next time!" she snarked and crossed her arms angrily in front of her chest.

Dean stared at her in disbelief, his jaw dropped. Who did this chick think she is, talking to him like that? He opened his mouth to start a counterargument, but was interrupted by his father.

"Guys, stop," John intervened.

He walked towards Dean, placing a hand on his son's shoulder until he supported his father.

"What?! Wait, why?" Dean knitted his brow, looking at his dad. "She's not human! We kill her!"

Was he the only one, who still grasped the job of killing monsters in this family now?

"She's a family friend," John explained almost breathlessly.

It was frankly an overstatement. She could see by John's look on his face that he probably would have killed her back then if he hadn't deemed her useful.

"A family friend?" Dean repeated John's words doubtingly.

"Yes," John let out, still trying to catch his breath. "I told her to keep an eye on you and your brother…protect you," he stumbled out.

"You told her to help us?" he asked his father in disbelief.

He never questioned that man's orders, but he could damn well protect himself and his little brother without the help of some supernatural speed junkie. "We don't need her help!"

"Dean…," his father tried to explain, but stopped.

There was nothing more he could say to his son without giving away too much. He looked over at the masked girl in the scarlet leather jacket, giving her an apologetic nod. Hayley just shrugged in response. At least, she could go home now and live her life again. Funny how she, with all her powers, was the normal one.

"Well, that was fun," she huffed, giving one last glare to Dean. She flipped him off with a mischievous grin before she disappeared into lightning, leaving the three Winchesters behind.

"All right, come on. We don't have much time. We don't know when they'll be back," Sam said trying to avoid an impending fight between his dad and Dean, for a change. He came to his dad's side, trying to support him again before walking his father over to the Impala.

"Wait, wait, wait! Sam, wait," Dean interrupted his doings and walked up to him, holding out a flat hand. "Dad, you can't come with us," he said, looking at his father with pain.

"What? What are you talkin' about?" Sam furrowed his brow in confusion.

"You boys – you're beat to hell," John argued, looking his sons up and down. They had cuts and bruises everywhere.

"We'll be all right," Dean tried to assure his father.

"Dean, we should stick together. We'll go after those demons-," Sam argued.

"Sam! Listen to me!" he yelled at him, looking at his little brother intensely. "We almost got Dad killed in there. Don't you understand? They're not gonna stop. They're gonna try again. They're gonna use us to get to him. I mean, Meg was right. Dad's vulnerable when he's with us. He – he's stronger without us around."

Dean's eyes looked desperate.

"Dad, no," Sam mumbled, glancing sadly over to his father. He put a hand on John's shoulder. "After everything – after all the time we spent looking for you – please. I gotta be a part of this fight," Sam pled with his father.

"Sammy, this fight is just starting. And we are all gonna have a part to play. For now, you've got to trust me, son."

Sam shook his head in disagreement.

"Okay, you've gotta let me go," John told them, and they stood there in silence for a while, not knowing what else to do or say before Sam patted his father's shoulder once, finally setting him free.

"Be careful, boys." John looked thankfully at his sons. He got into his truck and drove away again, leaving his kids behind to fend for themselves once more.

They watched their father drive away until the truck's taillights had disappeared into the night. Dean looked over to his brother and gestured to the Impala.

"Come on," he said as they got into the car, leaving Chicago in silence.

Part 2

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