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I stared at the ceiling of the abandoned warehouse I had so stupidly walked weaponless into. My new camisole and brown leather jacket were ruined. The bloodstains would never come out. My black heels were now flats and I was holding in my guts with my bare hands. The rafters were moving and I could hear the footsteps get closer and closer until...

"He's not coming."

I held in a shaky breath and nodded slightly. I knew. If he were, he would be here by now. Hell, if he were I wouldn't be on the floor stuffing my intestines in my body.

The demon laughed but I refused to look at her, my gaze on the ceiling that was one big blur. If she was going to end my life she better do it soon or else fate would beat her to it.

"On second thought...I won't kill you. I'll just leave you here to rot." I didn't know whether to thank god or curse him. She laughed again and next thing I knew I heard the sound of the warehouse door closing. I was alone.

Alone to die.

I couldn't feel my legs and it seemed like I was slowly burning from the inside. I was staring death in the face. I removed my hands from my stomach and...one minute later my world turned black.

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I stared at my lifeless body on the warehouse floor with...no emotion. I felt nothing. No fear, no panic. Nothing. I knew that a grim reaper was near and would be taking me into the light but I couldn't seem to care.

"I can bring you back." To say I was slightly surprised would be an understatement.

"Castiel." I stared at the disheveled angel who suddenly and unexpectedly appeared before me, staring with haunted eyes at my dead body. "What are you doing here. I thought a reaper-"

The angel tore his glance from my dead body and swallowed hard before looking around "We don't have much time." I cocked an eyebrow at the 'we'. "The reaper will be here soon but I can bring you back. To life." I didn't know Cas could do that. ""Decide quickly." He seemed hopeful I would say yes and I felt almost bad for saying...

"No." I didn't want to go back to that life of hunting. That's partly why I died (that and my stupidity). I was also tired of watching good people die and tired of having the weight of the world on my shoulders. I wanted to go into the light. I wanted to go to the other side, to go to Heaven. I wanted peace finally. To meet with my brothers and friends that I watched die in a bloody battle that would never end. I wanted to move on.

Cas faltered, "What?"

"No. I don't want to go back." I shook my head and then suddenly a reaper appeared. It was a tall, thin man with graying hair in a black suit and a nice smile. The reaper ignored Cas and slowly reached for me but Cas was quicker. With a distraught face he raised two fingers and brought them to my forehead and once again my world turned black.

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When I opened my eyes, I was staring into the faces of Bobby Singer, Cas, and the Winchester brothers. By the looks of the room I was in, this was Bobby's place and from the looks on their faces...

"You didn't." My icy gaze was directed at Castiel. I sat up quickly from the couch I had been lying on and looked down. My fears confirmed. The bloodstains were gone, the flats were heels, and my guts were safely right where they belonged. "You brought me back." I accused.

Castiel nodded almost shamefully. "Yes."

Bobby frowned from his wheelchair beside the couch, "Brought back from what?"

"The dead." There was a short silence.

"Wait. What?" Dean rose to his feet, he had been perched on the edge of the couch, and stared at the angel with narrowed eyes. "The dead? What do you mean the dead?"

I brought two fingers to my temples and rubbed. A migraine coming on. "I was in Illinois were I walked into a trap. Next thing I know I'm on the ground holding my guts in with my bare hands."

Castiel continued, "Minutes later she died and that's when I came to her. Right before the reaper. I told her I had the power to bring her back and she said..." I glared at the angel whose eyes turned downward.

Dean demanded, "She said what?" He turned to me, "You said yes, right? Of course, I mean that's why you're-"

"I said no! But he brought me back anyway." I sighed and ran a hand through my brown hair, well aware of the horrified stares I was getting.

Sam was the first to speak, his eyebrows furrowing. "Wait, why were you in a warehouse in Illinois? I thought you were visiting Missouri."

I closed my eyes. Damn Castiel. "I did and she told me where the demon was."

Dean nodded, slowly comprehending. "...in the warehouse. The demon was in the warehouse and you went in alone?"

"Weaponless." I glared at Castiel.

"Ya idjit that was suicide and you know it." I rolled my eyes and stood up. I didn't need to hear this. I didn't want to hear this. I stormed out and went upstairs.

A/N: The ending isn't very good but I wasn't sure how to end it... Dean and Cas might become OC at times and I'm sorry because I'm trying to keep them in character. Uhm the next chapter will be up later today. Please review!