Chapter One: It's A Brand New Day
"Sammy." I whispered, as the knife plunged into my stomach. The feeling it gave me was as if I was a balloon that just got popped. A leaking of my airstream, which was my breath not helium. It was a simple demon possession, that's what it was supposed to be at least. But you know what they tell you about expecting things and the unexpected happening.
"Amber!" Dean screamed, as the knife ripped free. Making a squishy and sucking noise, not the most pleasant sound I have to say. The pain came next; I was not expecting it to feel as horrible. I mean cuts and other stab wounds never left this bad. It felt like someone has doused my insides with kerosene and then took a match to it. Definitely not a feeling I would like to experience again, that was if I lived.
I slid down the water that I had backed into. My hands were holding the spot where I had been stabbed, as if it was somehow going to help and magically heal me. "Sammy go see Amber." Dean ordered, fighting off a demon as it pouched on him. I could hear the sound of running footsteps and objects colliding. Soon enough there were beaten seen better days Nike tennis shoes in front of me.
"Hey Sammy." I wheezed out, trying to get more air into my lungs. "It's bad isn't it?" I asked not wanting to meet his gaze. I just stared at my blood soaked shirt. "Nah, it's just a scrape." He replied taking his thermal off and pressing it against the wound. "Oomph." I grunted, as he put pressure on it. "Sorry sis, got to stop the bleeding." He said shooting me his crooked smile, it didn't reach his eyes though.
"Hey babes." Dean said, joining us since he had just finished fighting off the last possessed son of a bitch. "Fine." I said, being interrupted by a coughing fit. Blood trickled down my chin, I raised my arm to wipe it again but was suddenly drained of energy. "Hey, you're going to be okay, everything is going to be fine okay?" Dean told me in this gruff don't mess with me voice, before he wiped away the blood. I nodded my head only to be interrupted by another coughing fit, tears filled my eyes. I realized that I was dying. "Shit." Dean cursed, pulling his phone out of his jacket. I looked to Sammy whose puppy dog eyes were filling with tears. "You're going to be fine." He said, smoothing back my hair with a blood covered hand. "Sammy I love you." I whispered, my vision growing fuzzy.
"Ams, no talk like that okay!" Dean said, coming into the warehouse with a tow of paramedics behind him. "Oka…" I responded before being consumed by darkness.