Sequal to Regeneration, but a few months later.

Themes: Drama, Angst, Supernatural,

Rating: M

Characters: Sam, Dean, Maggie, Lola.

Disclamers: I dont own Supernatural or its characters. Maggie is my own character creation. Lola is the creation of my best friend, fellow Fan fic author and collaborator.

This story will be the set up for a collaboration I will be doing with my best friend (pen name bubble gum thai) . It introduces her character Lola a fellow female hunter. And sets the up the collab'. Hope you all enjoy as much as I have realy enjoyed writing this story, have to say has been a bit of an emotoinal journey for me as I have pushed the character's too the limit. Particularly my origional character, Maggie. Also want to say a huge huge thankies to bubblegumthai for all her help with this one, her ideas and her being a souding board were realy appreciated and I think realy hepled make this what I feel an awesome fic. No Im not trying to be big headed. I just put alot into this one...but I hope it was worth it.

And so Im now going to stop rambling and hand you over the Dean, Sam and Maggie in...

Break the habit of a lifetime

Maggie tossed and turned in the Hotel bed. She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled herself up from the pillow. She brushed aside her hair behind her ear and swung her legs round to the side of the bed. After rubbing her eyes, trying to focus in the dark, Maggie sauntered over to the bathroom. She reached for the cord and blinked as she turned on the light. When she opened her eyes, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. Dean was slumped against the wall, his legs sprawled out in front of him. A pool of blood surrounded him; his t-shirt that was a light grey was now a dark red. His face was bruised and bloodied.

Maggie's eyes widened with shock and terror. She felt cold with fear.

"Sam!" She screamed for Sam before turning round to come face to face with Sam. She looked down at his hands. They were stained with blood and holding a small knife. Maggie frowned and looked up at Sam's face. His eyes were cold and empty.

"Sam?" Maggie begun to ask Sam what he had done but felt blood fill her mouth as Sam thrust the knife into her stomach.

Sam sprang up in his bed; he felt a cold sweat clinging to his back. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

He looked over to Maggie's bed and then to Dean's. They were both sleeping peacefully.

Sam held his head in pain. He had felt this way before, the same intense piercing pain behind his eyes. It was a vision, but unlike any other he had had before. This time he was the one who was behind the death. He was the one he needed to watch. But it couldn't be, he wouldn't do that to his brother, he couldn't. Could he.

A silver moon shone through the splintered boards that were covering the broken windows of the warehouse. The floorboards creaked as Maggie slowly crossed the room. She held up a small torch shoulder height and scanned the room as she made her way to the door.

But she stopped in her tracks when she heard faint whispering and then heavy breathing coming from behind her.

She held her stance for a few seconds; then she spun round and grabbed the arm of the pale spirit.

Maggie was about to kick it back but the spirit grabbed her ankle. It cut her leg with the rusty knife he held in his hand.

Maggie fell onto her back. The spirit lunged at her with the blade but Maggie caught its wrist just in time. The two struggled for control of the weapon. The spirit's menacing eyes looked strait into Maggie's. Maggie looked back and a small smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

"Sam now!" Maggie called with no reply.

"Sam!" Maggie shouted again, she was beginning to loose her grip on the spirits arm. The blade was moving dangerously close; fear was building from the pit of her stomach. Why wasn't Sam coming to blow away the son of a bitch? He knew the plan, she was the bait, and Sam would hold it back with the shotgun while Dean burned the bones. What had gone wrong?

Sam was where he was supposed to be, but he was doubled over, holding his head in pain. He was having another vision. A series of images flashed before his eyes.

A dark figure in a doorway. A gunshot ringing in the air. A woman screaming in terror.

"Sam!"

Maggie's third cry for help snapped him out of it. Sam scooped up the gun he had dropped on the floor and raced round the corner.

When he got there, Maggie's arm had finally given way and the knife went straight through her shoulder, she screamed in pain.

Sam aimed the shotgun at the spirits head and fired. The spirit disappeared in a blast of smoke and dust. Maggie let out a sigh of relief and clutched at her shoulder.

"What the hell took you so long?" Maggie demanded, her face a mix of pain and anger. But the anger soon changed to concern when she looked at Sam's pale and troubled expression.

"I'm sorry". Sam apologised quietly. But he knew it wasn't good enough, Maggie was counting on him and he let her down.

"Sam, what is it".

Before Sam had time to answer Dean entered the room.

"Everyone okay?" He looked down at Maggie, then at Sam.

"Yeah, we're fine, did you burn the bones?" Sam answered, happy for the change of subject.

"Yep". Dean replied, though he could tell from Sam's expression that he was not fine.

He could sense the awkward silence building between Sam and Maggie.

"Well I don't know about you, but I m ready to get the hell out of here". He helped Maggie up from the floor and the three of them left the building in silence.

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