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Summary: After he made his way to the top he clutched his hand solidly to one of the support beams. He stared down at the black water underneath him bathed lightly in the glow of the moon. The wind picked up a little making his red hoodie flap a bit.

A/N: This is not a crossover, at least not really, it just has something from supernatural joining the people of Beacon Hills. Those of you that are familiar with Supernatural may know where this is going.

The half moon lightly illuminated the sky and bathed a metal bridge and it's beams. The metal bridge was rusty everywhere except for one of the guardrails which stopped cars from going over the edge. The guardrail in question was newer and had no rust on it.

A small figure bathed in the light of the half moon approached the bridge. Rather then going across like most people did when they got to the bridge, he went straight to the side and stared at the guardrail. He stared at it, almost if he were admiring the newness of the guardrails but not quite. There was something odd in the young man expression, something sad but determined. The young man started to cry, tears streaming his checks even as he began to climb up the guardrails, despite the fact that not 3 feet away there was a sign that said.

NO CLIMBING.

After he made his way to the top he clutched one of his hands solidly to one of the support beams at the top. He stared down at the black water underneath, bathed lightly in the glow of the moon.

The wind picked up a little making his red hoodie flap a little in the wind, the young man used his other hand that wasn't holding tightly to the beam to zip up his young man took a deep breath and let go the beam. His balance the only thing keeping him from pitching forward into the inky blackness. The figure took another deep breath, he closed his eyes and leaned forward.

Warnings: Deals with ideas associated with suicide. Not a death Fic.

Review please and let me know if I should continue this or not :)\