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A brilliant night sky, full of burning stars and a wide, full moon, hangs over Whitefish, Montana. Most of the town is fast asleep, the streets quiet and the houses dark. But nestled in the woods just outside the town, a small cabin in the woods is still lit up. Kevin Tran, starving and sleep-deprived, sits at an old table, staring exhaustedly at a computer screen, waiting for something, anything to come up and show that he was on the right track. Any kind of sign that his plan was working.
“You look like crap.” Kevin looks over tiredly as the front door opens, and Meg walks in, raising an eyebrow as she sees him still hunched over the computer, the way he has been for hours now. Ever since Meg’s friend got confirmation that Dean had finally crossed over. Although a demon, and not Kevin’s first choice for company, she had proven herself his friend, even if her attitude wasn’t always the friendliest. At least she was honest. “You need sleep.”
“I can’t.” Kevin says, looking back at the glowing screen, although nothing on it has changed. “He’ll make the call, at any time. We need to trace it.”
“The door from Purgatory let out into the middle of the wilderness, and Dean didn’t exactly have a cellphone on him when he crossed over.” Meg points out. “Like I keep telling you, it will take him days, at the very least, to get somewhere he can call from.”
“We should have gone there.” Kevin mutters. “We should have met him.”
“Bad idea.” Meg says, walking over and taking a seat across from the prophet. “He spent months in that place. Six months of God only knows what kind of hellish landscape. And Deano is unpredictable on a good day. He would have iced me on sight if we were there, and, in case you didn’t remember, I am your best bet, remember?”
“I could have gone alone.” Kevin says.
“And wandered the woods aimlessly, just hoping you would cross paths with him?” Meg asks sarcastically. “Great plan, really. I already told you, Axel couldn’t get a fix on where the door was going to open, just the general wilderness. And he sensed the rush of power when Dean crossed over, but it didn’t last long enough to nail down an exact spot. No, the best plan is to wait until Dean inevitably tries to reach out to Sam.”
“And you are sure he will?” Kevin asks, hesitantly. He had seen how torn up Sam had been about Dean’s disappearance, but Kevin hadn’t known the Winchesters long enough to know if Dean would feel the same. Especially after who knows what happened in Purgatory, where Dean got sucked to after stabbing Dick Roman in the neck with a holy bone. At least, that was what they guessed had happened, based on Kevin’s translations of the Leviathan tablet that he and Meg have been working on. For six months, Dean has been gone. Until today. Or, yesterday now. From what he had learned on the tablet, Kevin guessed Dean has found a sort of wormhole in the fabric of Purgatory, an escape hatch of sorts, in case humans accidentally get trapped there. While Meg and Kevin had searched for where it would open on this end, and finally discovered it was in Maine, they had been hoping that Dean would find the door on his. For Sam’s sake.
“I am.” Meg says, answering Kevin’s question. Unlike Kevin, Meg had plenty of experience with the Winchester’s and their brotherly connection. “Trust me, Dean is going to immediately search for Sammy. He’ll need to know his brother is okay, he’ll call every number those brother’s had. Including the one Sam gave us. Once he does, and the call gets answered, we’ll be able to track it and get to Dean first, hopefully.”
“We could intercept the call, warn Dean.” Kevin says. Meg shakes her head, this vessel’s long brown hair finally having grown back out after Crowley had it brutally cut short.
“We’ll need the distraction. Dean can give us that.” Meg says. “You want my help, and advice, this is it Kevin. If we want to help Sam, this is how. Besides, Dean doesn’t take someone’s word for things. He won’t trust me because you told him to. If I save his skin, maybe he won’t get in our way as much.”
“It’s always about you, isn’t it?” Kevin asks. Meg grins.
“Hi, I’m Meg. I’m a demon.” Meg says, snarky before she grows more serious. “If Purgatory is even half as bad as that stone said, Dean is going to be in a kill first, ask questions later mode when we catch up to him. I need something to keep him from killing me off the bat. And besides, I will be damned if I die owing Sam Winchester. If I save him, we are square.” At that moment, Kevin’s computer screen changes, and a black coding box appears with a small ringing sound. Kevin sits up straighter, suddenly wide awake as he starts typing.
“Sam’s number… it’s ringing.” Kevin says quickly.
“Dean?” Meg asks, leaning forward.
“Area code is Maine, so yes… that would be my guess.” Kevin quickly hacks out a code, taking a sharp breath as his eyes read the screen. “The call has been answered…”
“Well then start tracking it.” Meg orders. “Before we lose him again.”