Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 1 of Silence is Golden. I hope that you guys will enjoy this first chapter of Silence is Golden.

Skellington: No she isn't very happy with the idea of Rowena removing the mark. I hope that you enjoy this next part.

Romance Lover: Yes she does, doesn't she? No one should blame Breann. I hope that you enjoy this next chapter.

Kitty-Chan: I'm glad that you liked the prologue. I hope that you like this next part of Silence is Golden.

Chapter 1

Dark Problems

Breann looked up at the hospital in Superior,Nebraska. She had made it quick to get there, and hated the idea that she had to get clear there to find out what Rowena had unleashed on the world. She walked into the hospital looking around keeping her eyes opened for any rabids that she had ran across prior. She had to blast a few with magic to keep them from infecting her. She turned slowly when she heard talking. She walked towards the room of where two people could be heard.

There was no way that there could be people still fine after the outbreak she had felt. Her stomach churned as her heels clicked along the hallway leading her to the room that she probably didn't want to go down, but she knew that she had to, to get to the bottom of the problem that was at hand.

She slowed when she saw a man talking to a man that was handcuffed to the bed. She gripped her bag close to her dress clad body.

"Well, that's not… I'm gonna fix this."

"LIAR! You and me, we're dead. We're just taking our sweet time about it. So if you were smart, you'd put a bullet in me… and then eat one yourself before you go rabid and turn that pretty woman back there into one of us." The man said smelling the air.

Breann looked at the shaggy haired man that had turned his head to look at her. She loosened her grip a little bit on her bag as she looked at him.

"Who… who are you?" He stuttered out as he looked at her with wide eyes. He could tell that she wasn't infected with how she acted. He could see that she was there for a reason and whatever reason that was, he wasn't sure if it was a good one or not.

"Breann McNeille." She said as her accent came out smoothly even though she hadn't lived in the country for quite some time. "And I know who you are, Sam Winchester. Know of your brother too."

"How…"

"I believe the name Rowena MacLeod rings a bell doesn't it?" She questioned as she looked at him seeing the look on his face. "Ah, it does. You had her do a favor for you… removing a mark… a certain mark… Mark of Cain… ring a bell…"

"How… did…"

"I felt the disturbance." Breann said as she walked up to Sam her heels clicking on the floor. "What has been released here… it is very very dangerous… nothing will be able to stop it."

"How do you know?"

"Witch's know everything." She noticed that the man was struggling more and slowly moved towards him.

"What are you…"

Breann waved her hand and the man died instantly. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she turned towards him.

"You killed him." Sam said with wide eyes.

"I had no choice Sam. He was going to be able to break free from his confindments. Now… come… I'm going to try to help you, but he was too far to be saved. He would've turned me and no amount of magic would've saved me from being turned." She said as she turned walking out of the room.

Sam quickly followed her. "You know Rowena…"

"Yes, we were in a coven together a long time ago before I left." Breann explained as she walked down the hall.

"That means your…"

"Hundreds of years old? Yes, that would be correct Sam. Now… can we get to the matter at hand. I know you're infected and who knows how much time you'll have before you end up becoming rabid."

"Why help?" Sam asked softly as he followed. He knew that he had made a mistake and it was a bad mistake that he would be spending the rest of his life trying to fix.

Breann slowed and then slowly looked at him. Her blonde brow quirked a little bit. "You don't think that you deserve the help?"

Sam's phone suddenly rang and he picked up his phone. He listened to what his brother was saying to him. Sam let out a soft breath and saw that Breann was looking at him. He slowly put it onto the speaker since it sounded like she wanted to help. "I mean, it sounds like something out of 'The Exorcist.'." Sam told his brother as he rubbed his mouth.

"That's what I said." Dean complained as he drove down the road.

"So you're thinking demon?"

Breann's brow quirked even more knowing that this was something different than what they were talking about before.

"Or kid got infected by something. You know, who knows what was in that giant, crazy fart."

Breann shook her head thinking of how annoying the older brother sounded. It was ominous and there was no way that something would happen from a fart.

"Wow. Vivid. Thanks."

"Look, man, I know you're flying solo."

"No, I'm… I'm fine, Dean. Look, don't… don't worry about me. Just help enna. And if you need anything, then call me."

"Will do. How you doing? How's 'Zombieland'?"

"It's good. It's great." Sam then bidded his brother bye and saw the look on Breann's face that knew that she wasn't surprised with what he had said. He shifted a bit nervously.

"I know why you lied to him. You don't want him to know… about what's happening to you and that I'm here… I know that you're afraid… and it is okay to be afraid Sam. But we will figure this out… and if your brother, Dean, finds out about me… he won't kill me…"

"But…"

"I'm not a bad witch." Breann said looking at him. "It may seem like with what I did to that guy makes you think I'm a bad witch, but I'm not… he would've chased me down if I left him to suffer more… he wanted to attack me… to turn me…"

"I… I don't blame you." He said softly looking at her.

Breann slowly came up to him and lightly touched his arm. "We'll find a cure. And maybe save a few people. Sound good?"

Sam nodded his head softly.

SPNSPN

Sam was on the computer searching the internet in hopes that he could find a cure while Breann sat next to him looking through her large spell book trying to find something to help him with a cure.

"O death, o death, o death won't you spare me over another year?"

Sam looked up and so did Breann and the two of them got up to their feet and followed the singing to find the singer.

"Oh, what is this that i can't see with ice-cold hands taking hold of me? When God is gone and the devil takes hold who'll have mercy on your soul?" The woman turned seeing Sam. "Hey, Sam. Breann." '

"How do you know my name… and her's? Who are you?"

Breann nodded her head in the woman's direction. She had seen her before and it had been a long time ago.

"Mm. Think yo mean 'what?' Here's a hint. You and your brother been real good for business lately."

"You're a Reaper." Sam said softly looking at her with wide eyes. He hadn't expected to run into one of them… not here.

"The circle gets the square."

"What's your name?"

"Mm, you flirtin' with me, kid? 'Cause, no offense, but you ain't my type. And I'm not looking to get friendly with the man who helped gut my boss."

"I'm sorry about Death."

"So am I. But people are still dying, so… work to do, souls to collect… Messages to deliver."

Breann swallowed the lump in her throat knowing that this was not a good sign for Sam if she was showing herself to him.

"What kind of messages?"

"It's over."

"What's over?" Sam asked in confusion looking at the Reaper that stood before him. He didn't think that something would be over… he was still trying to fight.

"You and Dean… Dying and coming back again and again. The old death thought it was funny. But now there's one hard, fast rule in this universe. What lives… dies. So the next time you or your brother bite it, well, you're not going to Heaven… Or Hell.. One of us… and, Lord, I hope it's me… we're gonna make a mistake and toss you into the Empty. And nothing comes back from that. I know you're dying. I can feel it. You're unclean in the biblical sense. So I'll be seeing you again, Sam… Seeing you real soon. Name's Billie, by the way." She looked at Breann. "And it was nice seeing you again Breann."

Breann nodded her head watching Billie disappear. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked over at Sam.

"You know Reapers?"

Breann nodded her head. "More than a few… met Billie years ago… Little longer than I remember actually." She admitted softly. "Come on… we have work to do… trust me… with what she says… she actually does mean it."

Sam nodded his head. He knew that she meant the truth and it was dangerous for him to not try and find something. He would be lost to the empty if he wasn't careful.

SPNSPN

Sam walked by his computer with Breann and noticed that his veins were starting to get worse. He walked with her to the chapel.

Breann looked up at the cross that was in the front of the room. She hadn't been to a chapel like this in a long time and she usually made sure not to go into one for a reason. She pursed her lips together as she looked around.

"So… I know it's been a long time, but… Dean and I, we've… we've been through a lot of bad. But this is different. This is my fault, and I don't know how to fix it. And if I have to die, I've made my peace with that, but… Please, Dean deserves better. Dean deserves a life. There are people out there, good people, whoa rea going to suffer because of me, and I am not asking you to clean up my mess. Hell, I don't even know if you're out there, but… If you are… And if you can hear me, I, um… We need your help, God. We need to know there's hope. We need a sign."

Breann watched him with a worried gaze on her face. She could understand that he was afraid, but he just couldn't give up… not like this. He had so much more to live for and he didn't even know it. She slowly walked with Sam out of the chapel when nothing happened. She suddenly grabbed him when he grasped his head and his knees buckled under him. Her brows furrowed in worry wondering what the hell was going on. "Sam? Sam?"

"What does that mean?!" He questioned looking up at the ceiling wondering what his vision meant.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up seeing Breann holding onto him. He could smell the perfume she wore, and it was light and sweet. He cleared his throat moving away from her. "I'm okay." He said softly.

Breann looked at him with a worried gaze. "Are you sure?"

Sam nodded his head softly. "Yes."

SPNSPN

Breann watched with worry as she watched Sam progress even worse. She searched her purse knowing that maybe one thing could help them. She pulled out a small jug of holy oil. "Sam."

Sam looked at her through blurry eyes.

"She said you were unclean in the biblical sense right?"

Sam nodded his head slightly ridgedly. "Yes…"

"What if we use holy fire?" She asked as she looked at him her brows furrowing a little bit in concern knowing that Sam was closer and closer to losing himself. She was surprised that he had even made it this far.

"We don't have any of that…" Sam said softly.

"You may not, but I do." She said handing him the bottle. "Try it… it's the only chance we have… I can see you losing the fight…"

"Breann…"

She touched his cheek softly, and he leaned into her touch. "Sam… just try it or you will go rabid…"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head.

"Okay…" She slowly handed him the small jug of holy oil that she had. "I'll see if I can find some gauze or something." She moved quickly to go and find the stuff that would work to help hold the holy oil and something to hold the gauze in so he didn't have to hold it with his hands. She found the gauze and a pair of forceps. She came back to him with the wad of gauze. "Okay… here here…" She said grabbing a little basen for him to pour some of the holy oil in.

Sam closed his eyes as he felt himself slowly becoming rabid. He didn't want to hurt her.

"Sam…" She called out, but he didn't even move. She turned looking at him with a worried gaze. "Sam!"

Sam's head jerked up looking up at her through blurry eyes. He watched her come towards him. He felt her small hand on his back leading him over to the counter.

Breann took the bottle from him and opened it. She poured some in knowing that he needed help doing this. She grabbed the forceps and grabbed the gauze placing it into the opened forceps. She dunked the gauze into the holy oil before using some magic to light the oil soaked gauze on fire. She carefully brought the gauze close to his neck being careful not to burn him with the fire. Her heart beated as she held his back with her other hand just in case he tried to pull away.

Breann hoped that she was correct that this plan was going to work. She watched with a curious gaze and saw that the black veins were suddenly disappearing. She smiled softly moving it away once she saw that they were gone. She put it out looking at him. "Sam…"

Sam took a deep breath and looked at her with his multicolored eyes. He took a breath. "Thank you, Breann."

Breann nodded her head. "Now let's go and save the others." She said with a small smile.

Sam nodded his head.

SPNSPN

Sam hit play on the radio hoping that it would bring the rabids in. He looked at Breann. "You

good over there?"

Breann moved back away from the circle that she had made on the floor. "Yes." She said with a nod of her head. "We're ready to go."

Sam nodded his head.

There's a crazy little shack beyond the tracks and everybody calls it the sugar shack well, it's just a coffeehouse and it's made out wood Espresso coffee taste might goody that's not the only reason why I've got to get back to that sugar shack.

The rabids ended up getting trapped in the circle and Breann lit it up.

"Oh! Whoa!" A lot of crying out from the rabids as the black veins disappeared from their body.

Breann waved her hand and the fire went out.

Sam looked at them. "Hey."

"Thank you." A woman said softly.

"Let's go save the rest of them." Sam said his jaw ticking a little bit.

SPNSPN

Sam, Dean, and Breann arrived at the bunker to find the huge mess that was left over from the Styne Family and Castiel, but Sam had tried to clean it.

Dean looked around at the mess.

"Alright, I still don't understand. I mean, I thought the darkness was a woman, not a child." Sam said looking at his brother.

"Well, same here. I don't know. Maybe whatever I saw wasn't real. Maybe it was a vision."

Breann pursed her lips together.

"Vision?" Sam asked his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah."

"Huh. Pretty weird."

"Yeah, weird with a weird cherry on a weird top." Dean looked around some more. "We got to get a maid. But, you know, one with a-a little uniforma and really big, uh…"

Castiel appeared in the war room. "Help me."

Breann rushed to Castiel catching him as he fell to the floor causing her to fall with him. "Bullocks."

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This is the end of Chapter 1 of Silence is Golden. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews help me keep on writing. Let me know what you guys would like to see next. Until next time guys.