So, as I may have mentioned before, I had a lot of plans for this series, and the end of this arc had a few scenes at the end that were preludes to that drama. Since I probably won't be back, I decided to separate them since they're a little cliff-hanger-y, so feel free to skip this one!

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Somewhere else, far below, the being in Hannah's body appeared, holding the unconscious body of a teenage girl in her arms. The demon's eyes flashed yellow as she scanned the dark caverns of the underworld, searching.

Sure enough-a cloud of black smoke started flowing across the ceiling, creeping down towards it's master and the gift she had brought. The yellow-eyed demon set the girl on the floor, and as soon as she was laying down, the smoke surged-swarming the girl. She gasped as the smoke clawed its way down her throat, painfully filling her chest.

She coughed a little once the smoke had completely settled inside of the body, and looked up. "Master," she said, starting to struggle to her feet. "Were we successful?"

"Successful enough. Rex's ego caught him, but you did your part, my dear," yellow-eyes said, sounding a bit annoyed. "Sam's powers have settled with the ritual, so we won't have him seeing anything we want kept secret. Still I get the impression our problems with that boy have only begun."

The girl nodded. "We'll need to keep an eye on him."

Hannah's face grinned. "You took the words right out of my mouth," the demon said. "But for now, I have another assignment for you." She waved her hand, indicating the new body.

The girl looked down, and made a face once she realized what she had been given. "Looks like you're thinking of something pretty specific," she said seriously. The grimace fell away from her face, instead seeming pleased that she'd been given a new job. "This little tart got a name?"

The yellow-eyed demon smiled, and answered the question. "Meg Masters. You start school on Monday."

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It was starting to get light outside when Sam finally crept up the staircase to the attic.

It had only been a few hours since he had returned home, and as expected, his family had refused to leave him by himself for any reason, as they stitched each other up and finally settled in for the night, even sitting at his desk when he tried to sleep. It wasn't until Prue got back from the police station that Piper decided he could be left alone. Dean and Phoebe still stayed with him anyway, and fell asleep where they were sitting in his room.

He only managed to catch a few minutes of sleep, though, and once the sky outside his window started to lighten, he managed to force himself to stand, and quietly slunk out of his bedroom and up towards the attic.

After everything they had been through, he couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't seen these demons coming. He had dredged through the Book of Shadows more times than he could count, searching page after page for any signs of the Yellow-Eyed Demon. There wasn't a trace of him. There were no entries that could possibly identify the demon that had called himself Rex, either, and after being the subject of his attention, Sam knew he was powerful enough to warrant one.

So, he had decided to fix that.

The attic was a mess when he reached it, making Sam shake his head as he thought of the frenzy his brother and cousins must have been in the night before. There were books on ghosts and demons and guardian spirits lying everywhere he could see, but thankfully, the Book of Shadows was right on top of the podium where it belonged.

He walked over to the supply cabinets first, and dug around for a few moments so that he could find a black Sharpie. He knew that in the morning, Piper would probably yell at him for being out of bed, and Prue would get mad at him for writing in the Book, but he couldn't help but feel like it was something he should do. The Book wasn't just a family heirloom. It was a tradition that everyone in the family added to over the years. The blank pages in the back were evidence enough that Grams had wanted them to continue it, and Sam felt like it was his turn.

Once he finally found the appropriate writing utensil, he crossed back towards the book, and moved to open it to the first blank page.

Before he could do it, though, the book shot away from his hand as if propelled by a rocket jet.

Sam jumped back in shock and stared at the book where it was now resting on the floor. His heart started pumping faster.

What the hell was that? He thought warily.

Slowly, he walked towards it again, and knelt down beside it. It didn't look any different than it had last time he had looked at it. He bit his lip as he reached out to touch it again, but the result was the same. The book jumped away from him, pages rustling noisily as it retreated.

Sam nearly fell over as he stared at it for another few moments, and he started to shake. He tried not to panic as he started to process what was happening.

The book wasn't letting him touch it.

What did they do to me?

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And there ya have it. I will never be more ashamed of myself than I am for never fulfilling my dreams of Meg becoming friends with Sam and the Kimmy Gibler of this series (along with Brady of course). And also Gabriel! I had such dreams! Such plans of how to do his full reveal! And Piper was going to be friends with Ellen and it was beautiful.

Oh well. Bye y'all.