"Do the math, Sam" Sarah said holding back tears.
"Sarah, no." Sam said with sadness in his eyes.
"I am one of first to be targeted." She said turning her back to Sam so he couldn't see the tears in her eyes. "I am dead already, from the moment we met to now, I was a dead man walking."
"Sarah, we are gonna beat this. We beat it then we can beat it now! Same evil, different form." Sam said with as much confidence as he could summon in his voice.
"No, it's okay." She said, swallowing hard in her throat. "I'll be your motivation, to take it down. I'll be your symbol. I would rather die a symbol than a victim." She reasoned as Sam saw all emotion leaving her face.
"I have a daughter, she'll be one soon. Her father is a good man, he will love her and take care of her." Sarah mechanically stated, almost reassuring herself.
Dean finishes demon proofing the room and the phone rings, it's him.
"Hello, Boys" Crowley's voice oozes through the phone like black sludge.
"Gigs up Crowley, we got you on this one. Call it off" Dean shouted to the phone as he put it on speaker.
"Blah blah blah, testosterone, blah blah blah, empty threats, blah blah" Crowley mocked.
Just then Sarah began to choke, her body hit the ground like a ton of bricks.
"Sarah! Stay with me" Sam begged as he placed a pillow under her head.
"*humming 'something wicked this way comes'* Oh come on boys, where's the poetry in just having some random demons muck it up" Crowley crooned.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean screamed
"Son of a witch, actually and you can thank her for your little friends misfortune. She taught me well" Crowley replied.
Sam and Dean frantically searched for the hex bag, ripping up pillows, tearing open the mattress, everything and anything.
"5….4…." Crowley counted
Dean and Sam still furiously searching for the hex bag, Sam in tears and Dean angrier than he has ever been.
"3….2…..and 1" Crowley said as he hung up the phone.
Sarah stopped breathing. Dying was a lot more painful than she expected, a lot more agony, but the peace when she was officially dead. She couldn't have prepared herself for. It was so calm, so serene. She thought only of her baby girl and husband, she knew they were gonna be okay. The peace overwhelmed her.
All of a sudden she woke up, in the same hotel room, with a knock on her door. She gets up, walks to the door and opens it. Standing in front of her with panic and pain in his eyes, Sam.
"This isn't gonna make a lot of sense but I just need you to trust me"