Meg Chapter 55

"Strange, the Impala never broke down at least when...."

Hearing only the car's engine make noises, he didn't move. Sensing something strange, Sam got out of the car with his gun in hand. His sixth sense, tingling strongly in the back of his neck at that very moment, a gift from Henry's training where he was exposed to all kinds of evil intent.

In the parking lot he felt only the rustling of the leaves and the wind that buzzed in his ear, but he knew that wasn't all that was present with him. He knew there was something, something evil following him.

Footsteps...

"Well, well... I'm really lucky to find you in this situation, my beautiful Samy..."

A strange but familiar female voice echoed through the room, along with light footsteps that made Winchester frown and, without pausing his action, quickly turn his gun towards the source of the sound.

Empty...

His vision only found the place empty, only the breeze of the wind could be heard, no figures nearby. As if everything was a mirage of his imagination.

"Hahaha I'm here silly! " Again the voice, this time closer than before. Resulting in Sam quickly turning his face and seeing the figure.

"Meg?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Looking at the young blonde in front of him, Sam was momentarily confused, unable to understand why such a strong and evil feeling was exuding from his seemingly harmless friend.

"Hello Sweetie, I'm very happy to see you too. But I'm not here to exchange letters and words of love, I need your friend Henry to come with me..."

Meg said as she walked closer to Sam, her expression contorted as she approached, her inoffensive voice contrasting sharply with the energy she exuded.

"Hummm....I think you'd better stop. I don't know what you are or if you're really Meg, but if you keep walking I won't hesitate to shoot! Stop now! "

Unlock! Aim!

Squeezing the trigger lightly after unlocking the gun, Sam let out a warning before walking sideways towards his brother and Henry who was unconscious, aiming to protect them both in disguise. His eyes fixed on the blonde in front of him.

He sighs...

"It looks like you're not going to follow me, sweetie, what a shame... I didn't want to hurt you Samy, I really think you're very handsome, too bad my father ordered the capture of just your friend..."

Whistle! Whistle!

Listening to Meg's words, Sam felt that it seemed impossible to avoid a fight. His expression turned serious as he clutched the gun in his hands, waiting for any action against the blonde while his mind made countless plans.

"Silly boy, don't look at me like that, Sam."

"I'm not the one who's going to fight you. He is! "

Smiling mysteriously, Meg pointed her finger down at Sam, taking a few steps back.

Glancing quickly at the designated spot, Sam noticed only her shadow.

But then he noticed something strange: her shadow moved strangely as if it had life. Smiling with an evil expression as he looked at Sam.

???

Before he could react to the bizarre scene, he felt the shadow materialize from the ground, moving his hand in an attempt to grab its neck, its speed far above any creature he had faced.

"Bloody hell! "

Feeling the sharp hand approach his neck in an attempt to strangle his judgement, Sam went into an adrenaline rush. Time slowed down considerably around him, he exploded into hyper-speed and leapt backwards with a humanly impossible Black Flip.

"Holy shit, Sam! What was that, beautiful? You were too fast even for a demon... I'm doubting whether you're even human."

Meg's surprise at Sam's burst of speed and dexterity was plain to see on her face, she had never seen a human so fast. Even footprints were left where he had jumped, demonstrating his jumping power.

Drip! Drip!

Sam, who had escaped the attack, felt no relief or happiness. He just felt something warm trickle down his neck, put his hand on it and noticed that drops of blood were oozing from a small cut on his neck.

small cut on his neck.

"Impossible, I'm sure I dodged! How the hell did it scratch me?"

Watching his attacker more calmly and carefully, he recognized the creature as a daeva after studying countless books with Henry. His expression soon became heavy as he realized the danger he was in, much stronger than the predator he had been training.

He escaped now by relying on the ring of power and speed he wore, otherwise he would have been ambushed, fortunately his hellish training with Henry had paid off. His senses reached their human peak and even surpassed it.

Bang! bang! bang! bang!

Bang! bang! bang!

Without mincing words, Sam ended up emptying a magazine of bullets into the creature, but soon noticed that the attacks seemed ineffective. He didn't even get a reaction from the creature, which seemed to mock his attempts before firing in his direction in a zigzag pattern.

Looking at the daeva's insane speed, Sam dropped his gun to the ground for good. He pulled something out of his blouse in the blink of an eye and took aim at the creature with mastery.

The creature continued its onslaught, oblivious to Winchester's actions. Its sole mission was to capture its prey.

But unlike the unintelligent creature, Meg's expression changed when she saw the object Sam had taken from his jacket, a large flashlight.

Shine!

The light penetrated directly into the daeva in a flash, leaving the creature looking like fire on paper. It stopped the creature running and it began to scream sharply in pain, even though it was a shadow with no vocal cords.

Realizing his advantage, Sam didn't let himself underestimate the creature. He knew it was impossible to kill a daeva with just a flashlight. At most, it would only stun the creature.

He needed to destroy the altar or take away Meg's control over the daevas, but it was difficult to find something like that in the middle of battle or to immobilize Meg who was at a distance.

Then he thought of another option, using the summoner as a hostage to cancel out the creatures.

Watching the Winchester flash towards them at high speed, Meg put on an expression of fear for the first time in the battle and quickly backed out of the parking lot.

Observing her actions, Sam, who was coming towards her, felt more convinced of her plan, increasing his speed considerably.

"You've lost Meg. Take back control of the daevas! "

Sam exclaimed, stretching out his arms in a pincer grip, with only a few centimeters left to completely immobilize the blonde.

"Don't hurt me, Samy! I'll do anything you want! "

Being immobilized by Sam's strong arms, Meg slackened her resistance to the powerful grip, her voice pleading.

"I won't hurt you, but cancel the daeva quickly, otherwise I can't promise anything!" Frowning, Sam found Meg's change of behavior strange but decided to let it go and increased his grip on the blonde.

Hm?

Sam didn't understand why, even under the enormous force of her grip, Meg's expression quickly changed to one of mockery.

"Oops, just kidding, Samy. I actually have two daeva, surprise tchan, tchan ! "

Letting out a playful smile, Meg twisted her arm, freeing herself from Sam's grip before her shadow awkwardly stepped out of place, leaping towards the Winchester like a bullet out of a gun.

The situation turned in the blink of an eye, one daeva in front of him and another behind him in pursuit, leaving Sam surprised and confused by the rapid change of scene.

But his surprise and shock didn't last long, quickly replaced by conviction and confidence when he pulled out another object from his jacket, a shiny retractable Star Wars saber ?

What?????

" ??? Why do you have a shiny toy saber in your jacket? You, you... Are you a pervert Samy???"

The scene couldn't have left Meg more stunned, staring strangely at Sam, her mouth almost swallowing the floor as wide open as it was.

How could a normal person walk around with a toy like that in a party bar? Only a pervert would use something like that for improper purposes, and unfortunately it was an object that broke the weakness of his creatures, too much of a coincidence!

"Shit! I didn't want to use that, did I?". Sam muttered. "I'm not a pervert, I'm not! I had to! " His face flushed with shame and anger as he dissipated the two daeva with quick, precise strokes of his lightsaber.

His movements trained and polished, leaving afterimages of his big, shiny weapon. Speed and power resulting from his infernal training.

Training where Sam had to practice ten thousand sword strokes on top of a gigantic cliff full of snow and slippery rocks, without any clothes or underwear... Henry said that it would help him get into synergy with the sword, but he strongly doubted it.

He really felt like hitting Henry hard, if it weren't for his down-to-earth personality, he'd go crazy fast.

But he had to be grateful, since thanks to Henry's toy Star Wars saber, he had managed to escape the ambush.

In fact, he didn't know why Henry would hand over such a toy and force Sam to use it 24 hours a day. He now suspected that his friend had known about the situation beforehand.