Don't own Supernatual just to Christina, comment and enjoy please and thank you!

John's POV

I moved through the hospital without adding unwanted attention as I moved to a maintenance shed that was off to the side of the hospital. I hold on my paper bag tightly in my sore hand feeling the cold steal of the colt in my sling. I felt my stomach clench as I sat cross legged on the floor of the maintenance shed knowing I wasn't as young as I would have hoped when I faced with that yellow-eyed demon.

I took a deep breath to calm me down before I started to load up a small bowl that I had pulled out the paper bag Bobby had given to Sam and began to load it up with the ingredients. I felt a slight shot of excitement as I was getting closer to getting that monster that forced me and my kids into this life. I took in a breath to steady my excitement as I knew from experience if I gave away a early excitement I was an easy target.

"So close Mary," I whispered pouring in the ingredients and taking out a knife from my waist band. I gingerly held my breath as I carefully slid the sharp steal across my hand and squeezed out a few drops of my blood. I grabbed the ace bandage that I had placed besides me and and wrapped my hand. Taking in another breath I began to whisper Latin words calling forth the yellow-eyed son of a bitch to come to his death.

End of John's POV

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Dean's POV

"A reaper?" I repeated slowly trying to make sense of what my sister had spoken. She nodded her head slowly. "Like the grim reaper with the skeleton face, black robe and scythe?"

"Man Hollywood really made a mess of everything." Christina shook her head with annoyance. "But no. A reaper are like the usher you meet at the movie theater. Only the movie theater is Heaven."

"How do you know about this?" I asked curious at her sudden knowledge of things I didn't know about.

"Well," she shrugged. "Back when I was little I met a few of them." She rubbed the back of her head.

"Well what do we do?" I asked as she stood up to stand in front of the window peering outside.

"Pray our bodies don't die." She whispered folding her arms close to her chest. Something cold brushed against our bodies making us both shake.

End of Dean's POV

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Sam's POV

Dean's room was quiet save it for the heart monitor that beeped rhythmically now that the doctors came and gave him a sedative once his heart started to beep out of control. "Room for one more?" A nurse asked before wheeling the unconscious form of my sister. I forgot I had asked for her to be brought in just so I could keep an eye on her too.

"How she doin'?" I asked knowing I felt sorry for not visiting or even wanting to talk to her. I still couldn't believe that Dean and I had found her almost a year ago and it still hadn't sunk in. Even though there were times I pretended that I was comfortable with it.

"She's-" the nurse paused as she started to hook my sister up to the machines. "She's stable, enough. But her internal injuries are what is giving the doctor doubts she'll make it. As for your brother, he's unfortunately in the same boat."

"Well, I do appreciate you bringing her in." I said forcing a smile.

"Nobody deserves to be alone." The nurse said with a smile. She patted my shoulder for comfort as I pulled Dean's bedside table and set my laptop on top. I knew I felt strange that I was being followed by the ghosts of my siblings for the cold spells, the felling of their presence. Everything.

I opened my laptop quickly and opened a word app thinking I could use it like a spirit board tying to see if my siblings were close and okay.

End of Sam's POV

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John's POV

I glanced down at my watch. It had been fifteen minutes and nobody showed up. I had the feeling I had messed up and stood up to leave when I heard someone opening the door that lead to the maintenance shed. I carefully pushed the bowl out of sight, to make sure the guard that I expected to see wouldn't see the bowl and ask questions.

"You know you shouldn't be here, sir." A man said as they rounded the corner. Something sweet filled my nostrils. Vanilla? I thought trying to see why a bulky man such as him would smell like Vanilla.

"I'm sorry, I guess I took a wrong turn. I came to visit my kids who are in here." I said eying the man with narrow eyes. The man I saw smiled and turned to walk out.

"Come on I'll take you to your dying kids, Mr. Winchester." He said and I froze.

"How did you know my name?" I asked my fingers brushing against the Colt. The man stopped and let out a deep throat chuckle before turning to face me. My stomach clenched and my fingers wrapped around the Colt my fingers resting neatly between the hilt and my finger against the trigger. The man's eyes were the sickly yellow eyes. "Its you yellow-eyed freak." I spat.

"Azazel." the man said looking a bit disappointed. "Even demons have names our mothers had given us." He let out a dark chuckle and I quickly placed the colt's barrel up against his forehead. Azazel didn't move just, laughed. "Easy John. Easy." I felt his cold touch on my arm making my body shake. "Kill me and your kids die." My eyes began to move between worry and anger when I stared into his yellow eyes.

"What do you mean?" I growled thinking Azazel was bluffing and was trying to get out by being killed.

"You only got one shot left, John," he said not moving out of the range of the barrel. "It would be a pity for you to fire and miss me. Especially with me being this close." Azazel's face brightened making his yellow eyes stand out more.

"Give me one good reason to not pull the trigger?" I growled ignoring the smirk.

"Because without me, your kids die." My face paled and I lowered the gun slightly. I kept my finger resting on the trigger.

End of John's POV

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Sam's POV

"Dean?" I called into the empty room and then staring at my laptop screen. "Christy?" I called out again when nothing happened. I took in a deep breath as I felt silly before I stood up and closed their hospital room so that I could talk without people walking by and looking at me weird. "Dean or Christy if you can hear me please let me know." I felt a cold wisp of air brush past my head and I started to hear the soft tapping on my laptop's keyboard.

"Hi," I felt my breath get stuck in my throat as I stared at the screen.

"Dean is that you? Or is it Christy?" I asked and I stared at the laptop screen to see just the curser waiting for something to be typed.

"Dean." It finally said after a few minutes of radio silence. "Christy's here. She says thanks for moving her in here."

"You're welcome," I said with a slight smile. "So are you ghosts?"

"In a way." Dean typed and I felt my stomach flutter. Dad where are you? I wish you were in here to see this. I thought picturing dad's face lighting up with the fact Dean and Christina were able to contact with me. "Sammy, don't have much time." The soft tinkering of the keyboard being pressed over-powered the whirls and beeps of the machines. "Christy and I are in trouble. Need your help to get us back in our bodies fast."

"Why, what's going on?"

"Christy says it's a Reaper. It's wanting us, Sammy. Need help and hurry." I could almost hear Dean's voice panicking as he typed.

"I'll go find dad. We'll call Bobby and find out what to do."

"No time," Dean's message said on my screen. "Sammy, need help n" The message stopped and instantly the room filled with the heart monitors beeping. I looked up and felt my heart drop into my stomach. Both Dean's and Christina's heart had stopped and the door opened up quickly as doctor's and nurses came running in pushing me away so they could get to both of their patients.

I tried to get out of the way for the doctors and nurses that had come in but after a few seconds of yells and commands I was forced outside the room. I felt like my world was crashing down. I was going to loose both of my siblings in one day. Dad, I called out in my head feeling tears ready to fall from my eyes. Where are you?

End of Sam's POV