A/N: This is my first ever fanfiction. Just an idea that popped into my head and won't leave me alone. I don't have an updating schedule so don't expect frequent updates.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

-M


"Did you just stab me in the back?"

The young man standing behind the enraged woman stuttered a bit, startled that his target hadn't fallen yet. "Y-yes..?"

"Ah, that's why. I thought my back felt a bit weird."

The mood shift was from angry to mellow was so sudden, it made the young man a bit woozy. His target, still facing away from him, tried reaching for the blade still sticking out from her back. When his contract had told him the target would be difficult to kill, he thought it meant lots of muscle and fighting skills, but this was just a girl. Probably not even much older than him. And she was just standing there, still reaching down, trying to get the blade. Sadly it was too much for the poor newbie contract killer and he fainted, in a proper, ladylike fashion. Hand on the forehead and all.


Hearing the telltale thump of someone fainting, I turned around.

"Why hello there, little man. I'm dying now, you know that? I can feel it." I murmured, looking down at the pitiful thug.

I've always hoped to die some cool gruesome way, so I'm totally fine with this. AND, I get to die like Sam Winchester from Supernatural did. How awesome is that?! Looking down at the nameless thug, I wasn't sad like most people would be when faced with death. Don't get me wrong, I like my current life, but it's just not right, if you know what I mean. There's just not enough action, not enough excitement. This, dying, is the most exciting thing that has happened to me in my whole life!

Well, enough about that. I can feel my death coming. I'm assuming it's from blood loss, but you can never be sure. Should I call the police? Help them close the case, by giving them the killer on a silver platter? Eh, I'll take a picture of him and text it to the police. Can you even text the police? Oh well, let's hope so.

Should I pose? Then I can look cool even in death.

You know, now that I think about it, I could have probably lived, if I called the ambulance. Eh. I'm not leaving anything important behind anyway.

Oh, I know, I should lie on my back with my hands folded on my stomach. The classic death pose. Classy.

My vision is getting kinda blurry now. I'll take that as my cue to prepare my death pose. Moving is a bit difficult now, sluggish almost. Huh, never felt that before. The blackness is closing in. I'm a bit disappointed that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but what can you expect. That's my last conscious thought before darkness takes me over completely.