A/N: Okay, so an acquaintance of mine thought that it would be a good idea for me to write a story about a role play that we are doing right now. And, since I have no other ideas to write about right now, I figured, what the hell, I'll give it a shot. So, things you should know...Flare, her OC, is a forest elf, and it starts out kind of abruptly. So, I hope you enjoy and don't forget, reviews are always appreciated. Well, here goes...

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CHAPTER ONE: A DATE WITH DEATH

Flare crouched in the forest, her long, crimson hair covering her pointed ears. Blood covered her jeans and green tank top. She had been attacked by a bear; a bear that had seemed very calm only moments before. However, since she had seen the cloud of black pass over the forest, the animals have been acting strange. She clenched her golden eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain the gashes were radiating throughout her body. There was nothing she could do; only hope that someone would come into the forest soon, otherwise, she would surely die.

Sam continued to run through the dark forest. He and Dean had been separated at some point, and there was no way for Sam to know if Dean was okay; or if he was even still alive. There was definitely something going on with the wildlife in the area, and Sam and Dean had fallen victim. They had been running from what seemed like a rabid fox when they were separated, and the thing had followed Sam. Somehow, he had managed to shake it, and for that, he was grateful.

Suddenly, he tripped over something, falling flat on his face, leaves and dirt splattering into his shaggy brown hair as he hit his head on an overgrown root. Groaning in pain, Sam rolled over, searching for what he had tripped over. When he realized it was a human, he scrambled to the girl's side. Gently, he placed a hand on her shoulder, seeing that she was injured. "Are you all right?" he asked, speaking softly, putting all of his Sam Winchester charm into it.

Flare opened her eyes, just barely. Before her, she saw a man, about her age, cute, too. Although she was choking on her own blood, she managed to speak. "B-Bear," she weakly answered. "Th-There is something w-wrong with the a-animals," she explained before everything went black.

Quickly, Sam picked up the bleeding girl, running to the area where he remembered Dean parking the Impala. He pulled the back door open, gently laying her inside. Next, he fished his cell phone from his pocket, dialing Dean's number. When Dean answered, Sam ordered him to get to the car as soon as possible, explaining the dire situation. There was no doubt in his mind that if he didn't get this poor girl to the hospital fast, she wasn't going to make it.

Dean ran as fast as his legs would carry him, trying to get to the Impala. Once, he almost tripped, but he caught himself and continued with his mission. Soon enough, he reached his beloved Impala. He hopped into the driver's seat. "Sam, get in!" he ordered, shoving the keys into the ignition.

Sam didn't have to be told twice. He jumped into the passenger seat. "Drive, Dean! If we don't get her to a hospital soon, she's not going to make it." Sam bit his lower lip, praying that they would be in time to save her.

"Hold on!" Dean peeled out of the woods faster than he had ever driven before. "How is she doing back there?"

Sam looked back at their patient. He saw all of the gashes and deep wounds spewing blood everywhere. He could tell she was having trouble breathing, as well. "Drive faster, Dean," he begged, tears forming behind his eyes. "I think we're losing her."

Dean pressed his foot down on the gas pedal relentlessly, kicking the speed up to eighty miles per hour. As he did this, Flare held on to the seat, tears rolling down her cheeks because of the immense pain she was in. She was dying, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Sam fought the urge to let his own tears fall, knowing that if they did, it would only scare this girl more. He had to be strong for her. Gently, he took her hand in his, staring into her brilliant golden eyes. "It's okay. Everything's going to be okay," he assured her. "We're almost at the hospital."

Moments later, Dean pulled into the hospital parking lot. Flare was fighting for her life, the pain she was in almost unbearable. Her lids began to feel heavy, too heavy, so she allowed them to slip closed. Soon, her grip on the boy's hand loosened a bit.

As soon as the car came to a stop in the one of the parking spaces, Sam jumped out of the car. He slowly lifted the girl from the vehicle, careful not to hurt her, and ran inside. "Help!" he yelled. "I need help!"

A young nurse came to his side. "What happened?" she asked, quickly checking Flare's pulse.

"Uh, she was attacked. A bear, I think she said." Sam lay her on the hospital bed, backing away to give the nurse more room. "Is she going to be all right?"

An older nurse walked in, shoving Sam aside. "Please go to the waiting room, sir," she ordered. "Doctor, there is no pulse."

"Start CPR," the doctor ordered, closing the door so Sam could no longer hear what was going on inside.

Feeling his heart drop, Sam sulked to the waiting room, slumping into a chair beside Dean.

"Is she going to be okay?" Dean asked.

Sam looked over at Dean, tears stinging his eyes. "I don't know, Dean," he sniffled. "The doctor closed the door while they were working." A tear escaped and trickled down his cheek. "There was no pulse."

Dean put a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder, his heart breaking as he was forced to watch his little brother cry.

Back in the room, the nurse pulled the paddles close to Flare's bed, the doctor grabbing them, placing them on his patients chest. "Clear!" he yelled. Still, no pulse. "Crank it up to 200. Clear!" This went on for a while. The doctor thought there was no hope, but figured he should try one last time. "Clear!" Suddenly, he heard the monitors beeping normally. "We have pulse." He sighed in relief.

"Now what, Doctor?" asked the younger nurse.

The doctor looked at the nurse. "Go tell the boy that the patient is stable. Also, get her information if you would, so we may proceed with the rest. As soon as she is conscious, we will speak to her."

Sam forced himself to smile at Dean, knowing that he was just trying to help. However, he was failing miserably. Sam didn't know why, but he somehow felt drawn to the girl he was trying to save. He straightened up when he saw the nurse coming towards them, ready to hear the news.

"Sir," the nurse started, "the girl is stable. We will need her information to proceed further."

"Um," Sam started, "I don't know anything about her. I...found her in the woods." He fished around in his wallet, pulling out his insurance card. He was Arnold Gary this week. "Here, use mine."

"Mr. Gary, did she happen to say why she was out in the woods."

"No. Just that she had been attacked by a bear." Sam left the part about the animals going crazy, figuring she would think he was unstable and have him sent to a clinic.

The nurse nodded, giving him a gentle smile. "I'll get the doctor out her to explain her condition further." She walked off in the direction of the room Flare was being treated in.

Moments later, the doctor walked out of the same room, ready to explain the girl's injuries. He motioned for Sam to take a seat beside Dean before speaking. "The patient is stable, however, she has sustained some major injuries. She is in a small coma, but when she wakes up, we will talk with her, and she will be able to go home."

Sam sighed at the last bit of news. At least that part was good. "Can we go see her, now?" The doctor nodded before standing and walking off to the E.R. Sam looked down at Dean. "Are you coming?"

"I think I'll just go for a drive," Dean answered. "Call me when she wakes up?"

Sam nodded, watching Dean as he left. Slowly, he walked into the girl's room. "Hi," he mumbled, walking closer to the girl's bed.

Flare looked up from her unconscious body, staring at the boy. "I doubt that you can hear me, huh?" she asked, walking closer. "Or even see me, for that matter."

Sam looked at the girl's body."I don't know if you can hear me, but my name's Sam." Sam walked to the corner of the room, taking a seat in the big comfy chair. "I don't know what's going on with the animals in the forest, but I'm sorry I couldn't save you." He looked at the ground, the tears welling up again. Looking back up at her, he said, "But I need you to get better. I need you to explain what happened. It would help my brother and me out a whole lot. Please..." A tear rolled down Sam's cheek. "Please don't die."

Flare walked over to where Sam was sitting, kneeling down in front of him. "It's not your fault," she said, wiping his tears away. "I was in the forest because that's where I live."

As Sam cried, he felt something on his face. Something wiping the tears away. Something like a woman's fingers. He looked to where he felt the hand, hoping he was staring at eyes if there were any in the room. "Are you here with me right now?" Sam asked, thinking there was a possibility the girl was having an out of body experience.

Hopeful, Flare touched his hand. "Yes! I'm right here!" she said, thinking maybe she could get him to notice her. "Please don't cry," she whispered in his ear. "It wasn't your fault. You saved me. I would have died out there alone."

Sam felt the hand on his, now. He looked around the room, wondering what he should do. Suddenly, he stood up and walked to the door, pulling out his cell phone. "If you're here and you can hear me, I'll be right back. I promise, I'm not leaving you." Then, he left the room, dialing Dean's number, waiting for him to answer his cell.

"Sammy," Dean answered his cell. "Is something wrong?"

Flare waited for Sam to come back into the room. How does he know I'm here? she asked herself.

"I think the girl's in the room with me. But she's in a coma. I think she's having an out of body experience. Kinda like you had. I don't know what to do, Dean. What if there's a Reaper after her? Can you come back? She's in room 5, that's where I'll be. Please? I really could use your help." Sam looked in the window at the girl lying in the bed.

"Sam, calm down. I'm on my way. In the meantime, try to figure out how to talk to her." Dean hung up his phone and stepped on the gas harder.

Sam walked back into the room, wishing he had his Ouija board again. "Okay, I don't know how we are going to do this, but I want to try to communicate with you. Uh, touch my arm for 'yes', touch my cheek for 'no'. Are you here with me now?" He waited for her to touch him.

Flare rolled her eyes, not convinced this was going to work. However, she gave it a shot and reached her hand out to touch his arm. "Next question."

Sam let out a breath, wondering how this was even possible. He hadn't been able to communicate with Dean this way. Maybe he was growing stronger, honing his abilities. "Okay, um...are you okay? Considering the circumstances?"

Reaching again, Flare was about to touch his arm when she felt a sudden chill. She turned and saw a transparent figure in the door. Reaper, she thought, feeling the death radiating from it. Panicked, she turned back to Sam, reaching up and touching his cheek.

Sam felt the same feeling of panic shoot through him when he felt Flare's hand on his cheek. "Is there something after you? Something that might want to harm you?" He feared the answer to the question, thinking there might be a Reaper there.

Quickly, Flare touched his arm. "Reaper!" she yelled, although she knew Sam couldn't hear her. She turned to look at it again, but it was gone.

"Oh," Sam breathed. "Just hang on, okay. I don't know if you will believe me about this, but I think it might be a reaper. Don't let it take you, just keep dodging it until I can figure out a way to help you. My brother, Dean, he and I hunt this sort of stuff. He should be coming here soon. I called him when I left the room." Sam looked at the ceiling. "Please, just hold on."

"It's a Reaper!" Flare yelled again, frantically searching around the room for anything she could use to communicate with Sam. That's when she saw it; the bowl of water the doctor and nurses had used to clean her wounds. She knocked the bowl over, kneeling beside the mess, trying to spell the word 'Reaper' with the bloody liquid.

Sam jumped slightly when the water spilled on the ground. He watched as it began to spell out a word. "Oh, God," he whispered once he realized what she was writing. Again, he looked to the ceiling. "Oh, Dean, where are you?!"

As if Dean had heard Sam begging for him, he rushed through the door. "Crap," he muttered when he saw the word on the floor.

Sam looked at his brother as tears began to roll down his cheeks."I don't know how to help her, Dean," he cried.

Flare placed her hand on Sam's shoulder, her free hand coming up to wipe his tears away.

Dean pushed the Ouija board in Sam's direction. "Talk to her."

"That's not going to help, Dean," Sam argued, pushing the board away. "There is a Reaper after her. How can we fight that?! We can't stop death, Dean, you said that yourself!" Sam was beginning to get angry as hot tears streamed down his face.

Dean hung his head. "You can't save everyone, Sammy."

Flare continued to wipe at the tears running down Sam's face. "It's okay," she whispered, wishing he could hear her.

Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Dean, I know that. But why her? Why can't we save her? She doesn't deserve this, Dean." Sam looked at the ground, new tears pouring from his eyes. "If we would have just gotten there a few minutes earlier. We might have been able to save her." Sam sat in the chair again, feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

"We don't even know her, Sam," Dean offered. "Maybe she was a bad person."

Flare closed her eyes and began to cry, the knowledge that she was going to die finally dawning on her. "Maybe this is what I get for not being able to save Molly."

Sam looked up at Dean. "Who's Molly?" he asked, confused now.

"I didn't say anything about a Molly," Dean answered.

"Oh," Sam stammered. "I thought I heard you say something."

Flare looked over at the door, feeling the same chill and sense of death that she had earlier. The Reaper was there, not doing anything, just standing; watching. Finally, Flare walked over to it.

The Reaper looked into Flare's eyes, begging with her. ""You know it's your time, Flare. Come with me...and let yourself rest."

Flare shook her head. "I-I can't. Not after I met Sam," she quietly begged.

The Reaper looked sympathetically at her. "You haven't really met Sam. He just brought you here. He doesn't even know the real you, Flare. Now, please, come with me. You're living on borrowed time already."

Flare remembered what her old friend, Molly, had done for her. "I-I'm scared," she admitted. "Why do I have to die now? Is it...because Molly had to die for me then?"

The Reaper shook it's head. "No, Flare. You have to die now because your time on Earth is over. There's really no underlying reason."

Flare looked up at the Reaper before stealing another glance at Sam. "I'm scared," she repeated. "I don't want to go this way."

The Reaper felt sympathy for Flare, but there was noting she could do. "You can't always get what you want. Please, just come with me."

Finally, Flare was defeated. She walked over to Sam and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Thank you," she whispered, "for trying to save me."

Sam felt the pressure of lips against his cheek, then a slight wetness. He looked at the thin air where he thought it came from. "No," he whispered. He ran over to the bed, shaking the girl a little. "No, don't die on me! Fight the Reaper! Fight it!" More tears welled up inside him.

Flare turned to the Reaper and nodded, ready to go.

The monitors started blaring and the girl flat-lined. "Oh, God!" Sam yelled. The doctors weren't coming fast enough. "Dean, help me," Sam yelled as he pulled the paddles over towards the dying girl.

Dean helped Sam pull the paddles toward the girl, knowing he couldn't do much else. He was pretty dumb when it came to medical things.

Flare merely stood watching as Sam tried to revive her, tears rolling down her cheeks, staining them. There wasn't much else she could do. The Reaper had been right; it was time for her to go.

"Dean, it's not working," Sam yelled the obvious.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and a young woman burst through. Figuring she was a nurse, Sam moved out of the way.

The woman walked up to Dean. "Get out of the way!" she yelled, shoving Dean so hard he slammed into the opposite wall.

Sam watched in amazement as the girl's hand began to surge with electricity. She placed her hand on the girl's chest and pushed, causing the girl's upper body to lift from the bed. When Sam looked back at the monitors,the girl had a heartbeat and her brainwaves were functioning better, as well. Sam looked over at Dean as he was getting up from the ground.

Flare gasped for breath as her eyes shot open, suddenly alive once more and out of the Reaper's tight clutches.

Sam let out a sigh of relief when he saw the girl's eyes fly open.