"They've got Dad." Dean said, hanging up the phone.

"Meg?" What'd she say?" I asked, holding back the fear in my voice.

"I just told you, Katie." Dean said. He grabbed the Colt and tucked it into the back of his jeans.

"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.

"We gotta go." Dean said, picking up his duffel bag and starting to head outside.

"Why?" Sam asked.

"The demon knows we're in Salvation, and it knows we have the Colt." I said. Sam grabbed his bag and followed Dean outside. I grabbed my stuff and went out as well, shutting the door behind me.

"We could've killed the demon, we still have three bullets left." Sam said from the passenger seat.

"What we need is a plan. Now, they're probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They're gonna wanna trade him for the gun." Dean replied.

"Dean, if that were true, why didn't Meg mention a trade? Dad, he might be...." Sam said but trailed off.

"Don't!" Dean exclaimed, reasoning his voice a little.

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

"Screw the job, Sam." I said.

"Guys, he would want us to finish the job." Sam said.

"Quit talking about him like he's dead already. Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." Dean said.

"So how do we find him?" Sam asked.

"Maybe we go to Lincoln. Start at the warehouse where he was taken." Dean suggested.

"Do you really think demons would leave a trail." I said.

"You're right. We need help." Dean said.

We drove all night and pulled up to a house and junkyard.

I got out of the car and headed to the front steps, my brothers following me. I knocked on the door and Bobby answered.

"Hey Kat, Sam, Dean." Bobby said. He let us inside and we sat down in his cluttered living room. I sat on the couch and my brothers sat on chairs.

"Here you go." Bobby said, handing me a flask.

"Holy water?" I asked.

"That one's holy water. This one is whiskey." Bobby replied while taking a swig of the alcohol. I took a swig of the holy water and passed it on.

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

"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help." Bobby replied.

"Well, yeah. But last time you threatened to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything." I said.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby said.

"Yeah, I guess he does." Dean said.

"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby said.

"Bobby, this book.... I've never seen anything like it." Sam said, holding up a large book.

"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright." Bobby replied.

"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked.

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby exclaimed. Sam chuckled and I smiled.

"Man knows his stuff." Dean said.

"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you kids stepped in." Bobby said.

"Oh, yeah? How's that?" I asked.

"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops." Bobby replied.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more." Bobby said.

"Do you know why?" Sam asked.

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

A dog started barking from outside.

"Rumsfeld." Bobby said. He went and looked out of the window. I had the holy water flask again and pulled it out of my pocket.

"Something's wrong." Bobby said. The front door swung open and Meg walked in.

"No more crap, okay?" Meg said. I started to unscrew the cap of the flask when Meg flicked her wrist and I went flying into the book shelf. The air in my lungs was knocked out of me.

Sam, Dean, and Bobby backed Meg up until she was under one of those circles Bobby was talking about.

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

"Actually we were counting on it." I said. I managed to stand up and breathe normally again. I walked into the room my brothers, Bobby, and Meg were in. Meg looked up and saw the circle on the ceiling.

"Gotcha." Dean said with a smirk.

"Devil's trap." Bobby added.

Sam and Dean tied Meg to a chair and then stepped out of the circle.

"You know, if you wanted to tie me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg said with a smirk. I gagged.

Bobby walked back into the room.

"I salted the door and windows. If there are any demons out there – they ain't getting in." Bobby said.

"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean asked.

"You didn't ask very nice." Meg replied.

"Where's our father, bitch." Dean corrected.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh wait, I forgot, you don't." Meg said, her smirk not leaving her face.

Dean lashed out and slammed his hands on the chair arms.

"You think this is a frigging game? Where is he?! What did you do to him?" Dean yelled.

"He died screaming. I killed him myself." Meg replied. Dean quickly slapped her across the face.

"That's kind of a turn on – you hitting a girl." Meg said.

"You're no girl." Dean hissed.

"Dean." Bobby said. We all followed him out of the room, leaving Meg alone in the Devils trap.

"You okay?" Sam asked Dean. He ignored the question.

"She's lying. He's not dead." Dean said.

"Dean, you got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her." Bobby warned.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because she really is a girl, that's why." Bobby replied.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon. Can't you tell?" Bobby replied.

"Are you trying to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean questioned.

Bobby nodded. We looked back at Meg, with sat there.

"That's actually good news." I said. They looked at me.

"Exorcism." I said and they agreed. Sam found a book with a demon exorcism in it and we went back to where Meg was.

Sam opened the book to the exorcism page.

"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg asked sarcastically.

"Something like that. Hit it, Sam." Dean said. Sam started the exorcism.

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

"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg asked.

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

"...tribuite virtutem deo." Sam read.

Meg flinched in pain and looked at me.

"I'm gonna kill you." She said. She looked at my brothers.

"I'm gonna rip the bones from your body." She hissed.

"No, you're gonna burn in hell. Unless you tell us where our Dad is." Dean replied. Meg said nothing and just smiled.

"Well at least you'll get a nice tan." Dean said.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incuriso infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, onmis congregatio et secta diabolica..." Sam read from the book.

"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his children one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Meg said harshly while fighting back the pained expression that was clearly not leaving her face anytime soon.

"Ergo..." Sam continued.

"For your sake, I hope you're lying. Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God!" Dean said.

"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae. Hostis humanae salutis. Humiliare sub potenti manu dei. Contremisce et effuge. Invocato a nobis sancto et terribile nomine. Quem inferi tremunt..." Sam read.

"Where is he?" Dean demanded.

"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?" Meg hissed.

"Where is he!" Dean yelled.

"Dead!" Meg shot back.

"No he's not dead! He can't be dead!" Dean said. He looked at Sam.

"Keep reading." Dean told Sam.

"Ab insidis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias, libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos..." Sam continued.

The chair started moving around inside the Devils trap.

"...Ut inimicos sanctae ecclesiae humiliare digneris, to rogamus audi..." Sam continued.

"He will be!" Meg exclaimed.

"Wait! What!" Dean said.

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

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asked.

"You don't." Meg replied.

"Sam!" Dean called.

"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City." Meg said.

"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean demanded.

"I don't know!" Meg yelled back.

"And the demon – the one we're looking for - where is it?" Dean said.

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

"Finish it." Dean said to Sam.

I got up and left the room to get a water. I heard Megs screams. I walked back in to see my brothers and Bobby helping the girl on the floor. I immediately went to help.

"It's been a year." Meg whimpered.

"Shh.. take it easy." Sam said softly.

"I've been awake for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did – it's a nightmare." Meg said.

"Was it telling the truth about our Dad?" Dean asked.

"Dean." I said.

"We need to know." Dean said.

"Yes. But it wants... you to know... that... they want you to come for him." Meg said.

"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters." Dean said.

Bobby got a blanket and a glass of water. He helped her so she could get a drink.

"Where is the demon we're looking for?" Sam asked.

"Not there. Other ones. Awful ones." Meg replied.

"Where are they keeping our Dad?" Dean asked.

"By the river. Sunrise." Meg said. She went limp.

" 'Sunrise' What does that mean? What does that mean?" Dean asked.

"Guys, she's dead." I said.