You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[foundacause]

Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.

Meg doesn't need to sleep. Sometimes she sleeps for the joy of dreaming. Other times she doesn't bother. Same with food - she doesn't need to eat to sustain herself but sometimes she eats for the joy of it. This is one of those days where she is wide awake and looking for something to eat while the majority of the normal little squishy people at the Science Centre dream their little dreams of puppies and rainbows - or whatever the hell squishy human types dream of.

She's only about half way through her triple layer peanut butter, jelly and cheese sandwich when she hears the all too familiar and all too unwanted growling in the distance. At first she dismisses it; after all some of the foods in this place are said to do strange things and who's to say she didn't pick up weird alien lube instead of jelly? Hearing things could totally be the fault of the PB, J and cheese tower - right?

The snarls and the growls grow louder; and the closer and louder they get the more Meg begins to thing this is not the fault of the sandwich. Fuck. That can only mean one thing... Hellhounds.

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[whiskeyslinger]

"Run where?" Ellen snapped, looking up and down the hallway. There was a corner where the hall turned and not much else. Especially, since they were coming from both directions.

Meg was bleeding more than her though. And she would be the slower one to get away, not to mention have the protection of the angel blade. Ellen grit her teeth as the growling from behind nears.

If it were anyone else Ellen wouldn't think twice about leaving them, but Meg's not just anyone. She's the demon that got Jo killed. She swallows and pushes herself off the wall.

"Alright," she says, seeming to have come to a decision. Her voice is toneless, dead. "Hold 'em off and I'll run. Get help."

[foundacause]

They'd just have to cross their fingers that that corner would lead them away from the hounds. Maybe, just maybe, good luck would be in their corner for once. Unlikely as that is.

Meg nods and readies her blade before stepping into the firing line of the hellhounds. She strikes, black blood gushing against the floor, against her blade and against her jeans. One down. How many more to go? She spins to take on the next, misjudging her timing slightly and getting her arm torn to shreds in the process.

Remind her why she didn't just flee and leave Ellen to be dog chow? Oh right. Her fondness for a certain Winchester.

She takes down the second hellhound and takes off running in the direction Ellen ran, thinking she's given enough of a head-start, and she can hear more hounds coming.

[whiskeyslinger]

Ellen stays just long enough to see the blade draw black blood from the hound that was closest to her. She moves back towards the corner and when she turns she's greeted by a door. Maybe someone's looking after her ass after all. She tries the knob and it gives way. She doesn't recognize the name outside of it, but there's only one way in and one way out and that's a miracle at the moment. Behind her she can hear the yelping and growling of the hell hounds, as well as the sound of more coming in for the kill.

She takes a deep breath, grits her teeth together and then moves into action. She leaves the door open as she digs in her jacket for the salt she's brought with her. Bloodied hands work quickly to cover the doorway, using every bit of the stuff to seal the place off. And then she stands there and waits, holding her wounded arm and thinking of Jo.

When Meg turns the corner, there's no smile on Ellen's face as she meets her eyes. In fact she doesn't say a thing up until the moment Meg hits the barrier.

"Karma's a bitch," Ellen says, her voice low and eyes hard.

[foundacause]

Anyone who claims that demon can't feel is wrong. Because in that second Meg is scared. Even with her angel blade she knows she can't take on all the hounds single handed. Her eyes widen, fixing on Ellen. First the holy water - even if this Ellen doesn't remember it; and now this? Huh. Ellen's obviously still bitter about the whole Jo getting mauled thing...

Apparently no good deed would ever wash that away.

Meg swallows hard and turns to face the hellhounds. She grips her blade tighter although the handle is as slick with blood as the blade is. She stands firm, holds her ground and fights them off as best as she can.

There are just too many though. Within moments they're upon her, tearing her pretty little meatsuit to shreds; but more than that, they rip through her trueform like it's nothing.

In her final moments she prays. She prays to Cas. But not for help, she knows there's nothing he can do for her. So she prays to say goodbye. 'Cas, baby. I sure hope you have your ears on because I don't have long. I guess a demon doesn't deserve redemption no matter how hard they try. And I guess I never deserved you. Goodbye, Clarence.'

[whiskeyslinger]

There's a dark satisfaction in the way that Meg's eyes widen in surprise, but by the time it travels through Ellen it leaves her feeling cold and numb.

She watches as Meg turns to face the onslaught of hellhounds. Watches the blade slice into invisible flesh, dark drops and then pools of blood mixing at Meg's feet, but her own blood is flowing too. More and more, the red mixes with the black until she falls.

And Ellen wants to look away, because no one should be willingly watching this, but she can't. She can feel her her stomach turn and still she won't allow herself to look away as that meatsuit is torn to pieces. She wonders if the girl Meg possessed has mother out there somewhere and then suddenly her legs give way out from underneath her.

She sits there for what feels like an eternity, watching that blood travel across the floor and mix with the salt. She wonders if it will wash the barrier away, but she's not that surprised when she finds that she doesn't care anymore.

It doesn't and the hellhounds seem satisfied for the moment. Eventually, even they go away and she's left alone.