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Chapter 3: Have Faith In Reapers.

I leaned against the right side of the Impala as Sam and Dean opened the trunk, Tara sat on the ground with Shadow in her lap as she drew random shapes in the ground with her finger.

"What do you got those amped up to?" Sam questioned as he looked at the Tasers his brother was holding.

"A hundred thousand volts." Dean replied handing Sam one a Taser.

"Damn."

"Yeah, I want this Rawhead extra frickin crispy. And remember, you only get one shot with these things. So make it count." Dean turned to me, "I want you and your cousin to stay here."

Tara glared at him, "I don't think so."

Sam turned to her, "we need you to make sure that nobody else shows up, like the cops."

"Well to friggin bad I'm coming with you." Tara stated standing up and placing Shadow in my arms

"Sarah will stay up here and keep an eye out for anything, won't you Sarah?" She turned to me.

"Uh I guess." I whispered shifting Shadow onto my shoulder and patting his head lightly before giving them a cheesy grin, "But only if I get a cookie for this."

Dean sighed, "Fine, Tara can come with us. But you" He looked at me "Stay here."

"I just said I would." I grumbled at him as they walked into the old crummy building.

Fang barked as if to agree with me.

It wasn't even a minute before Sam and Tara came barging out of the house with two small children.

"Where's Dean?" I questioned looking at the small boy and girl.

Sam dosnt reply but runs back into the building just as volts of electricity runs through my body causing me to twitch violently.

"Sarah? Are you okay." Tara questioned

"Tara…. I think something happened to Dean." I stated my face screwing up in pain as I fell to the ground.

"Holy shit." Tara dropped down beside me, "Man I don't know what to do… what do I do…."

The last thing I seen before I lost consciousness was Sam carrying a unconscious Dean out of the house.

"So Dean only had a month to live?"

That was the question I woke up to, not to mention a really annoying beeping sound and the smell of disinfectant. Right away I knew I was in the hospital, which was weird because I'm the Daughter of Satan, I should have been fine. But alas I wasn't and I was hooked up to a crap load of machines.

"Yah, he damaged his heart."

"Really? Apparently Sarah damaged her heart to, and she only has a month to live."

My eyes weakly opened, "Tara, I'm going to kill my Father."

I seen Tara slowly move into my vision from the side of my hospital bed, "Yah I kind of figured."

"have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." I heard Dean say weakly, confused I shifted my head to the right to see him in the bed next to me holding the remote and staring at the TV.

Sam was standing beside him, "I talked to your doctor"

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down."

I giggled softly and then turned to Tara, "So. Dad and Uncle G not only connect us to them but made it so that if they get hurt we do to."

Tara nodded, "I guess so."

"Where's Fang? Is he sulking?"

"He won't even leave the hotel room; he's wrapped up in your blanket and snarls at anyone who's tried to move it."

"Poor Fang."

The room door slammed open.

"Man you look like shit."

I groaned, "Damian, what the hell are you doing here."

"I'm visiting my dear poor sick sister." He grinned while jumping onto the hospital bed beside me.

"You have a brother?" Sam asked looking towards us.

I nodded, "Six of them. He's the youngest." I poked Damian in the forehead causing him to scowl at me.

"How's my favourite cousin doing?" AN obnoxiously loud voice thundered from the door way, causing Tara to groan.

"Jesus Christ." Dean whispered looking at the tall hippy dressed kid standing in the door way.

The kid turned to him, "How may I be of service to you?"

Dean blinked.

"What are YOU doing here." Tara asked practically growling out the you.

"What can I not visit my cousin while she's dying?" the hippy kid turned to her.

"but I don't want you to visit me!" I whined clutching Damian to me tightly.

"Sis… Can't…. Breathe….. Suffocating…. Dying…" my brother gasped.

"Damian…. You don't need to breathe… you're a Demon." I stated plainly unwrapping my arms from around him and placing him beside me.

"Oh yeah…" My brother shrugged sheepishly

I sighed running my hand through his slightly spiky black hair.

"Damian…. Have you been watching Naruto?" I asked looking at his cockatoo shaped hair.

He smirked at me, "Maybe just a little bit."

I scoffed and buried myself deeper into the hospital blankets… god I just loved these blankets there so comfortable.

"So, I got you a present."

"Go away Jesus I don't want any of your presents." I murmured burying my head into the pillow.

"But this one's to die for!" He whined then whimpered when Tara glard at him.

"Get out of here or I'll crucify you myself."

"Fine… I'm leaving."

And with that said he high tailed it out of the room.

"I gotta go to…" My brother sighed "Dad's looking for me…"

I nodded gave my brother a hug and watched him vanish in a cloud of smoke.

"He's defiantly been watching Naruto."

Tara stood up, "Sam and I are going back to the motel room, I have to check on Fang anyway's make sure he hasn't accidently eaten anyone."

I watched as they both walked out of the room and then turned my gaze to Dean.

"You know I still haven't gotten my cookie."

"Psh you're not getting one."

"We'll see about that."

I turned over and faced the wall before letting my eyes close.

It wasn't long before I was being forced awake again.

"Come on." Dean was shaking me awake while chanting this every three shakes.

I snapped my eye's open and glared at him.

"Motherfucker if you know whats best for you… you'd back right the fuck up."

He pulled his arms away from me and backed up a step before grinning like a mad man.

"Feisty."

"Shut up."

It was then that I noticed that he was dressed and not wearing a hospital gown.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking us out of course… now get dressed." He tossed a bag at me.

I caught it before looking at him and sighing, "Tara will shot us."

He shrugged, "We're dying anyways."

I pulled my underwear on from under the blankets and then my bra after that I stood of and took the hospital gown off and threw it at Deans gaping eyes.

"What never seen a chick in her underwear before."

I slipped the sweat pants on and then the baggy shirt, all while ignoring Dean's pervy grin.

"Where did you get this shirt...? It's freakin huge on me." I looked down at the shirt that stopped just at the top of my knees on me.

"It's one of my old ones."

Dean stated before grabbing my arm and dragging me out the door and into the hall.

"I already filled out our papers and there's a cab outside."

I nodded and followed him outside and into the cab, staying silent as the cab drove us to the motel.

When we got there Dean paid the cab driver and then dragged me to our motel room and knocked on the door, it wasn't long before Sam opened the door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked

"I checked us out, hospitals are over rated." Dean stated

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot."

He pulled me into the room and let go of my arm, I walked sluggishly over to my blanket at the edge of Deans bed ignoring the creepy glare I was getting from Tara and plopped myself right on top of lump in my blankets. There was a yelp before a large lump fell onto the ground.

"Ah Fang, your hopeless without me." I leaned over the bed to look at the wolf.

Fangs paws where in the air as he laid there, his tail thumping lightly against the ground as his tongue rolled out of his mouth in what I assumed was a grin.

"I'm not gonna let you die, period. We're going." I heard Sam state as Fang crawled on to the bed and curled up into my side.

"Shut up and go to sleep." Tara growled out.

~~~~ The next morning~~~~

"Dude I can't go in there." I stated weakly while leaning against the Impala.

Sam looked at me and tilted his head in confusion, "Why not?"

"Dude, I don't know if you noticed but that's a church! If you forgot I'm the Devils daughter I'm not allowed in churches… not unless I want to go straight to hell the second I step foot in there."

Tara shook her head, "I think Deans gonna drag you in anyways."

I opened my mouth to protest when Dean grabbed my arm and dragged me with him.

"If I have to go so do you."

I sighed and just as Dean steps into the tent I disappear in a veil of black smoke, leaving the boys to stare at my now empty place.

"Where'd she go?" Dean questioned looking around.

"To hell." Tara stated plainly.

I smiled at the familiar scenery of fire and death and torture, it was kind of refreshing to see.

"SARAH!"

I winced at my father's booming voice, I turned around slowly and smiled innocently at the tall foreboding form of my father. His glowing red eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"Hi Daddy, funny seeing you here." I whispered.

My father blinked, "What are you doing here, and why do you look like you're on the verge of death."

"Oh I walked into a church." I stated plainly as if it was an everyday occurrence to randomly fall into hell when you walk into a church. "As for the reason I look like death." I narrowed my eyes, "you connected my soul to Dean Winchesters you bloody fool, what the fuck where you thinking! Are you trying to get me killed? The guy hunts demons and shit! I thought you would be smart enough to know the guy would have many near death experience but NOOOO! This one hunt had to shock him into a massive heart attack and now we only have a month to live!"

I took in a deep breath as my father blinked.

"I see."

I spluttered, "I see? That's all you have to say!"

"Yes. Anyways your uncle has gone missing."

Now it was my turn to blink.

"Eh, Uncle G is missing?"

"Not him, your other uncle."

"Uncle Rip?"

My father nodded, "I want you to find him."

"Do I get a cookie?"

A cookie was shoved into my hand.

"Now go find him."

And then I was literally kicked out of hell.

I appeared beside Dean and Sam as they where sitting at the table in the motel room.

"you really think it's the grim reaper? Like, angel of death, collect you soul, the whole deal?"

"no no no, not THE reaper, A reper. There's reaper law in pretty much every culture on earth, its goes by 100 different names, its possible that theres more than one of them."

"there is only two Reaper's ever to exsist." Tara's voice drifted through the room as she walked out of the bathroom.

The boys turned to look at her only to end up looking at me as I munched on the cookie my dad gave to me. The boys jumped lightly.

"Tara's right, there's only two Reapers."

They blinked at me.

"Dean said he saw a dude in a suit, though." Sam replied.

"What, you think he shoulda been working the whole black robe thing?... You said it yourself that the clock stopped right? Reapers stop time. And you can only see' em when there coming at you which is why I could see it and you couldn't." Dean replied snarkly.

Tara and I exchanged amused looks.

"Wrong again." Tara stated

I took a bite out of my cookie, "Uncle Rip likes to look classy, but his Daughter. She does the whole black robe thing."

"Damn right I do!"

All of us turned around to see a figure sitting on the bed, the figure adorning black robes and holding a scythe raised her head to look at us.

"And any one can see Reapers… only if the Reaper allows you to see it." Tara added before nodding her head at the figure.

"Hey Sami, what brings you here?" I cocked my head to the side after I finished the last of my cookie.

"My father is sealed in a necklace, I'm not gonna let some religious bitch control him because she thinks that God gave her the power." Sami stated standing up, "I'm coming with you."

I shrugged, "okay."

Dean looked a little stunned, "Where the hell have you been anyways… you disappeared when I dragged you into the church."

"I was in Hell you moron." I snapped.

Later that night Sami and I followed Dean as he ran from the cops outside of the church.

"Man I hate running." I whined

Sami snorted, "Don't complain."

"I can't help it at least in Hell we could fly or friggin hover. But no on Earth we have to run and walk and ugh."

A hand clamped over my mouth and dragged me beside a camper van. Sami stood infront of me.

"Shh." Dean whispered in my ear.

"You see him?" I heard someone question.

"Nah." Someone else replied

Dean slowly rises his head to look out the passenger window to see if the cops where following him, we jumped when a large German Shepard jumped infront of the window from inside the van and started barking at us.

We heard the cops come running towards us and I didn't have time to react as Dean lifted me up onto the roof of the van.

"Psycho mutt." One of the cops mutters as they both walk away.

Dean looks over to see if there gone then relaxes beside me.

"That was close." He whispered.

"You're telling me… man that was hilarious." Sami chuckled slapping me on the back.

"Shut up Sami." I murmured

"Let's go back to the tent to see if Sam did it." Dean suggested before jumping off of the roof and helping me down.

I nodded and followed him towards the tent.

"Dad?" Sami whispered.

Dean stopped causing me to walk into his back.

"Sorry." I whispered.

Turning around I watched as all the lights began to go outand walking towards Dean was none other than Uncle Rip.

Uncle Rip appeared infront of Dean and placed hi hand on the side of Deans head, and I watched as he convolsued in then sink to his knee's his eye's glazing over.

"Ah man." I hissed as the pain hit me, "Dad im going to kill you for connecting us."

Suddenly Uncle Rip stops and looks up as Dean falls to the ground gasping for air.

"Daddy, lets go kill that bitch." Sami stated

Uncle Rip looked at me, "Sorry Sarah."

And then he disappeared.

Dean and I made it back to the Impala just as Sam and Tara did.

"you ok?" sam asked

Dean shook his head, "Hell of a week."

I scoffed, "your telling me."

Tara chuckled, " I saw Uncle rip and Sami, they killed they killed Sue Ann."

"Who in the blazing hell is Sue Ann."

Nobody answered me as they got in the car.

"Guys, guys who's Sue Ann?"

I still got no reply.

"You all suck."

In the distance a cloaked figure watched as the Impala drove away.