The hunt had gone sideways. Riley had been tracking a new lead. They were trailing a couple of demons gone rogue. They managed to track them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.

It all happened too fast. An ambush.

The demons moved fast within the dark layout; claws lunged out, blades swung, punches thrown. It was chaos. One of the demons grabbed their wrist and twisted, making their weapon fall to the ground.

The demons' grip was tight, and their blade was inches from their neck. They were prepared to make the final blow.

Just before the blade made impact, the demon's body stiffened, a soft groan escaping its lips before it sparked and flashed. Just as fast as it happened, it stopped; the demon slumped to the ground.

Revealing Meg, the demon blade she stole from the Winchesters in her hand. Her eyes watched the body fall before her eyes flicked back up to them. “Lucky you." She spoke, her voice playful and a smile on her face. "I have a soft spot for damsels in distress.”