Sarah woke to someone knocking on her door. Stepping onto the icy floor, she slowly made her way to the door. Opening the door, she was surprised to see Sam standing out on the pavement.

"Hey, Sarah," Sam greeted.

"Hey," Sarah replied, not knowing what to think about this strange meeting. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um…well, yeah. Yes, you can."

"Did you wanna come in or did you want me to step outside." She watched Sam raise his eyebrows, "It's alright- I know how you feel about someone like me. You don't have to lie to make me feel better."

"Actually, Sarah, I'd like for you to come back to our room. We need to talk."

She looked at Sam and then finally nodded her head. As Sarah walked past him, she caught whispers in her mind. Realizing what they were, Sarah blurted out, "I'm sorry, Sam. For your loss, I mean."

"How did you?" Sam looked puzzled and sad at the same time.

"I can pick up on people's emotions. I don't know what happened, but I can sense the loss all around you. Just like I could sense your brother's…"

"What?"

"He hates too much. He's the type of person who says they are ok, but they really aren't. I could sense it so much, it hurt."

"Can all demons do that?"

"Yeah, pretty much, though only the really advanced demons can read minds."

"Can you?"

"Yes. I try to use it only when I have to. A person's mind is a private place, where they can retreat from all the bad things happening around them. It should never be invaded like that."

"Oh," was all Sam said.

They had made it to the other apartment. Sam opened the door and Sarah followed him. She looked down. Rock salt. She smiled grimly before meeting Dean's eyes. She swiftly looked away, they burned her. Accused her of too many things. Like the boy. The boy. She sighed sadly. The boy she had never wanted to kill but had to.

"Don't pass out on me, kiddo," Sarah whispered to the eight year old boy, cradled in her arms.

"I won't. I'm ok, I think. Just let me stand up," Bobby said.

"No, you need to stay down, otherwise you'll faint."

"I want my mommy."

Tears welled in Sarah's eyes. The blood all over the floor was his. There would be no peace for him until the demon was expelled. Suddenly his eyes turned yellow and he started shaking.

"No matter where you go, I will always find you," the foreign voice said strongly.

"You can't let him die."

"Can't I?" The demon considered her for a moment before smirking. "Actually, I think I will."

"Why?"

"Because I can," he smiled.

"Please…" Sarah pleaded. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the demon tore the boy's body apart. There was now more blood all over the tiles. Then the demon left.

"Sarah?" the boy whispered.

Sarah looked at the boy's broken body feeling hollow and something close to numbness. "Ssh, Bobby, mommy will be here soon. Can you do something for me?"

The boy nodded painfully.

"Can you look at the wall for me, honey?"

"Ok," the boy said, with a weak smile, lighting up his face glad he could do something to help, finally.

Sarah mustered her strength. She grasped the dagger in one hand. Carefully she made her way to the boy. With a quick cut it was all over. Sarah slid down and hugged the boy tight, as if wishing she could bring him back, sobs racking her chest.

"Sarah?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Huh?" Sarah asked confused. Tears welled up in her eyes. One slid down her cheek. Any pain she could get would be retribution for the boy. Hating herself, she looked Dean in the eye. So much hate. Sarah had never felt so empty. Gathering herself together, she concentrated on what Sam was saying.

"Well, we were wondering…" he paused as if it would offend her.

"You were wondering if I was lying to you," Sarah said simply.

"Yeah."

"We can do the exorcism, if it'll make you feel better," Sarah snapped, hating herself.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Do I look like a pussy? Where do you want me?"

"We thought it would be best if you were on the bed," Sam said.

"Whatever," Sarah walked over to the bed with a raised eyebrow at Dean mockingly.

Dean tied her wrists too tightly. She felt the circulation in them start to feel fuzzy. She would not cave in and ask for them to be loosened. They needed to be tight. Sarah took a breath and waited patiently for the holy water. They poured it over her skin and Sarah felt her skin burning up under it. She wouldn't scream. She wouldn't scream. She clenched her hands into fists and bit back her screams. She tasted blood in her mouth. Then Sam started reading from a journal. Sarah arched her back in pain. Some part of her hoped that they would expel the powers from her body and send them to hell, another part of her wanted to hold on. Sarah held her breath for what was to come was much worse. She looked up at the ceiling before white pain seared through her as the exorcism was completed. She gazed at the ceiling with blank eyes before she blacked out.

"Are you happy now?" Sam asked furiously.

"As if it's my fault!" Dean yelled, looking down at Sarah's body. The way she had looked at him before the exorcism was weird. She hated herself that much was clear. He felt bad for hitting her. She was part human after all. He instantly felt guilty. Dean spun around with a last look at Sarah before stepping outside. She was so beautiful. Dean smacked his fist into the wall, making his hand bleed. He could never feel anything for her. She was one of them. She was a demon. She wasn't human. When she died, he supposed, she would be pulled to hell along with her powers. He couldn't afford to feel anything for her. She certainly wouldn't feel anything for him after what he did to her.

"Dean! She's waking up!" Sam called.

Shit. Dean walked back into the room. "How is she?" he asked, trying hard not to sound too eager.

"Untie me, I'm fine. Lemme up," said a still disorientated Sarah from the bed. Dean looked down at her. He did untie her but said to her protest, "You need to lie down for a bit before you get up, we don't want you falling over yourself."

Sarah's eyes glistened. "I can't do this anymore. I can't do it. Kill me, please…do it!" she yelled suddenly.

Dean jumped back as if burned. What? "No, Sarah. I can't."

"Please…" she whimpered, falling limp in his arms.

Sam looked at his older brother, "Are you satisfied?"

Dean nodded glumly, regretting his previous behaviour towards her. She was human; she just had some powers- that was it. He looked down pityingly at Sarah's now sleeping form. He knew that when she died, there would be no peace for her- she would go to hell, like all the other demons before her and she wouldn't have a choice in the matter.