It barely takes any time for the metaphorical shit to hit the fan but before it does Spencer gets another weekend with Tony, this time in New York at the beginning of July. He puts them up in the Vanderbilt Fifth Ave Suite at The Ritz and Spencer has never seen anything this expensive before. It's so expensive and she knows it, can feel it in everything she touches and even the way it smells. And he watches her with this look on his face that, if she'd seen it, would tell her to run away. It's adoration and love. And she should be fleeing, getting as far away from that look. People that get close to her and her family....well they end up dead, her mother, Jessica....and Spencer vowed to never put anyone she cared for in that position. Not that she'll admit to caring for Tony, of course, she would never admit that she now looks forward to seeing him, that she wants to call him most moments of everyday and tells him about it, but she can't tell him, about any of it, and she won't tell anyone that not telling him about her life riddles her with guilt and pain. She's never had a problem lying to the men she sleeps with before, she has no idea why she does with Tony. On the third day they don't leave the bed until they have too, a text from Dean telling them that he and Sam are just around the corner and Spencer has to get up.
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Outside the hotel Spencer pulls Tony closer and kisses him goodbye, he pulls back first and smirks caressing her jaw. She looks to the impala as it pulls up to the curb, and then turns back to Tony.
"Goodbye, Tony" she tells him and backs away. She knows this time, this time is to be the last time. She swears it to...well she would say god but she doesn't believe in him...or her. So she swears it to whoever is listening. She will never, ever, ever, sleep with Tony Stark again. Tony smirks watching Spencer walk to her brother's car, he pulls on his jacket, she glances back at him and he smirks and waves, she fights her own smile, she turns and climbs into the car. Tony's hand travels to his wrist, and finds his watch in place. Something uneasy settles in him.
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And not a week later the fan is splattering that shit all over the Winchesters' lives. It starts with the death of Daniel Elkins. A hunter friend of their father who had in his possession a gun unlike any other, a gun that can kill any monster, the Colt. It's a weapon that tips the scales, gives them an edge against the yellow-eyed demon that killed their mother and broke their family. And then Meg. Meg is back and interfering in their plans. John leaves them again. Leaves them to take on the yellow-eyed demon whilst he delivers a fake Colt to Meg. It doesn't end well. He doesn't come back. And the demon bitch calls taunting John's children, so they hunt her down. And then John. Finding him tied up and watched by demons in some apartment block in Jefferson City. They rescue John and flee. Not only all of that but Spencer can't seem to keep any food down, she feels sick all the time, barely sleeps but is tired constantly. But she keeps it to herself, she always keeps it to herself, her brothers have enough to worry about without adding this in too. She puts it down to the stress of everything. Sam's visions, John's disappearance, the hunts, the demons, the crappy motel bed and heartburn from bad diner food.
John watches her now, the four of them set up in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, hiding out, all of them a little beaten and bloody and bruised and so very tired. Spencer closes her eyes taking a breath through her nose and pushing away another wave of nausea. He smirks a little. It goes unnoticed by his children. Sam grabs a canister of salt from his duffel and leaves the back room to douse the windows in the condiment.
"Spence" Dean states, she looks to him. "Help Sammy" he asks of her, she nods and grabs another canister following her brother, Dean sets himself up taking care of John.
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In the next room Spencer pours the salt along a window sill across the room from Sam who glances to her. He's noticed she's been iffy the last few days, weeks, paler, sickly. He knows she hates things like that being pointed out, she hates other people seeing her as weak, and she's worked hard to prove she is just as strong as her brothers. She stops pouring the salt and stares at a patch of mould on the wall, swallowing thickly.
"Spence?" Sam asks moving to her, she nods a little.
"I'm fine" she chokes out and then goes back to salting the window, Sam takes her wrist to stop her.
"What's going on?" he whispers softly. She looks up at him. They've never been able to hide anything from one another. She shrugs a little and looks down. "Spencer" he pushes a little, she looks back up at him, ready to tell her what she thinks is wrong with her but Dean comes into the room. Spencer looks to him.
"How is he?" she asks him.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How 'bout you two?" Dean asks.
"I'll survive" Sam assures him still looking at Spencer who shifts uneasy. Sam turns to Dean. "Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asks.
"I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, we couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up" Dean answers.
"Yeah" Spencer agrees. Sam looks to his brother, meaningfully.
"Hey, uh.... Dean, you, um...... you saved my life back there"
"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean asks, Spencer shoots him a look.
"Man, I'm trying to thank you here" Sam argues.
"You're welcome" Sam walks across the room. "Hey" Dean states, the twins look to him.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there" Dean admits.
"You didn't have a choice, Dean" Spencer assures her.
"Yeah, I know, that's not what bothers me"
"Then what does?" she asks.
"Killing that guy, killing Meg. I didn't hesitate, I didn't even flinch. For you, or Sam, or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it's just, uh .... it scares me sometimes" Sam and Spencer just look at him, not knowing what to say. John comes into the room.
"It shouldn't. You did good" John tells him.
"You're not mad?" Dean asks.
"For what?"
"Using a bullet" Dean points out.
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam, Spencer and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you – you watch out for this family. You always have"
"Thanks" Dean offers back. The wind suddenly picks up and the lights start to flicker. They all go over to the window.
"It found us. It's here" John tells them.
"The demon?" Sam asks.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door" John commands.
"Me and Spence already did it"
"Well, check it, okay?"
"Okay" Sam reluctantly agrees and then leaves the room. John turns to Dean.
"Dean, you got the gun?"
"Yeah"
"Give it to me" Dean takes the Colt out of the back of his jeans.
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It disappeared"
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun, hurry" John tells Dean, Spencer looks down, processing before she looks to Dean, he notes her look and hesitates. "Son, please" John adds, Dean and Spencer share a look, Dean pushes her back a little behind him as he takes steps away from John. "Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean? Spencer?"
"He'd be furious" Spencer comments.
"What?"
"That we wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud, he'd tear us a new one" she points out, John just looks at them as Dean raises the gun, pointing it at him and cocking it.
"You're not our Dad" Dean tells him.
"Dean, it's me" John begs. "Spencer, sweetheart..."
"I know my Dad better than anyone. And you are not him" Spencer tells him.
"What the hell's gotten into you?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Stay back" Dean snaps making sure Spencer remains behind him, Sam comes into the room and is shocked to see Dean pointing the gun at John.
"Dean? What the hell's going on?"
"Your brother's lost his mind"
"He's not Dad" Spencer tells Sam looking to him, Sam looks to her.
"What?"
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him" She starts to get upset.
"Don't listen to her, Sammy"
"Spence, how do you know?" Sam asks her, Spencer is fighting tears.
"He's .... he's different"
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you've gotta trust me" John tells Sam, Sam looks back and forth between his father and brother and sister. Spencer glances at him, but doesn't say anything else to convince him. "Sam?" John asks. Sam looks back and forth.
"No. No" Sam tells John and moves to stand with Spencer taking her hand. John looks at them.
"Fine. You're so sure, go ahead. Kill me" John looks down and waits. Dean holds the gun on him, but can't pull the trigger. "I thought so" He looks back up and his eyes are yellow. Sam lunges, but is thrown against the wall, pinned there. So is Dean, and he drops the Colt. Spencer is thrown against the wall and then drops down heavily onto a table which breaks under her.
"Spence!" Dean shouts. John picks up the Colt.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been" John comments.
"It's you, isn't it? We've been looking for you for a long time" Sam comments.
"Well, you found me"
"But the holy water?" Sam asks.
"You think something like that works on something like me?" Sam tries to fight the force that has him pinned to the wall, but fails.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam threatens.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact" John puts the gun down on a table. "Here. Make the gun float to you there, psychic boy" Sam looks at the gun, but nothing happens. "Well, this is fun" John walks over to the window beside Dean. "I could've killed you a hundred times today, but this....." He sighs. "This is worth the wait" Dean struggles, but is still pinned to the wall. John looks over at him. "Your Dad – he's in here with me. Trapped inside his own meat suit. He says 'hi', by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood"
"Let him go, or I swear to God..." Dean threatens.
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice" John moves over to Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter"
"Who, Meg?" Dean asks.
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand"
"You've got to be kidding me"
"What? You're the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" John smiles at Dean. "Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right"
"You son of a bitch" Spencer snaps struggling to get up.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam asks, John turns to him.
"You mean why did I kill Mommy and pretty, little Jess?"
"Yeah" Sam answers, John turns to Spencer and Dean.
"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was going to ask her to marry him" John tells them, he backs up toward Sam. "Been shopping for rings and everything" he turns to Sam "You want to know why? Because they got in the way"
"In the way of what?"
"My plans for you, Sammy. You... and all the children like you"
"Listen, you mind just getting this over with, huh? Cause I really can't stand the monologuing" Dean comments, John moves back towards him.
"Funny, but that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Masks all that nasty pain, masks the truth"
"Oh, yeah? What's that?"
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is they don't need you. Not like you need them. Sam; even when they fight, it's more concern than he's ever shown you. The twins are clearly John's favourite; and Spencer" John looks to her. "His little girl....." he smirks. "Gonna make him a grandfather" Dean and Sam look to Spencer who frowns. "That's right" John comments. "She's pregnant" Spencer looks to her brothers. "For now anyway" he adds stepping back and puts his head down. When he looks back up Spencer suddenly yells in pain.
"Spencer!" Dean shouts.
"No!" Sam begs, Spencer starts to bleed heavily from her chest and abdomen. Sam and Dean start to struggle against the force pinning them.
"Dad! Dad, don't you let it kill me!" Spencer begs, John looks at him again and smiles. Spencer starts screaming in pain.
"Spencer!! No!!" Sam screams. The blood is flowing out of Spencer. Sam and Dean struggle as hard as they can to break free. Blood is running out of Spencer's mouth.
"Dad, please" she begs just before she passes out.
"Spencer!" Dean shouts in alarm.
"Stop" John whispers, Sam and Dean are suddenly let go. "Stop it" Sam dives and grabs the gun off the table, Dean rushes to Spencer. John turns to him, eyes yellow once again, and Sam aims the gun at him. "You kill me, you kill Daddy"
"I know" Sam fires the gun, shooting John in the leg. He falls down. Sam gets up and goes to his brother and sister, Dean pulls Spencer's head into his lap.
"Spence?" Dean whispers, pleading with her to be okay. "Spencer?" he pleas and shifts her slightly.
"Oh God, you've lost a lot of blood" Sam tells her kneeling at her side, she wakes slightly. "Spence?" Sam asks.
"Where's Dad?" she rasps out.
"He's right here. He's right here, Spence" Sam answers.
"Go check on him"
"Spencer"
"Go check on him" Sam gets up and goes over to check on John. He is lying motionless on the floor. Dean looks down at Spencer who is silently crying, they share a look.
"Did you know?" he asks her, she shakes her head.
"But I had a feeling...." she whispers, Dean shifts her slightly sitting her up.
"I got ya" he assures her. "It's going to be okay" he whispers
"Dad? Dad?" Sam asks. John suddenly looks up.
"Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me, I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" Sam aims the gun at John. "Do it now!"
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it" Dean argues.
"You've gotta hurry! I can't hold onto it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me! Son, I'm begging you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!"
"Sam, no" Spencer begs.
"You do this! Sammy!! Sam....." John tells him. The demon suddenly leaves John in a black cloud from his mouth. It disappears through the floor. John looks at Sam accusingly.
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The impala now drives along a road in the dark, Sam is driving with John by his side. Dean is in the back seat with Spencer leaning against his side, her hand resting on her stomach. John gasps in pain.
"Look, just hold on, alright. The hospital's only ten minutes away" Sam tells them, Dean strokes Spencer's hair.
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye-to-eye on this? Killing this demon comes first – before me, before everything" Sam looks in the rear view mirror at Dean and Spencer.
"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we've still got the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, alright? I mean, we already found the demon....." An eighteen wheeler suddenly slams into the passenger side of the Impala at full speed, driving it sideways in front of it. The driver of the semi is sitting behind the wheel. His eyes are black. Spencer, Dean, Sam, and John are all unconscious in the car – blood all over them