Chapter-7

Thank you to all those that browsed through this , you have no idea how fun this one has been.

A/N- Thank you Brooke!!!!!

Bree sat quietly watching the play, she knew that she might have been able to go on, but after getting the headache this afternoon, she didn't want to chance it. She went backstage after the play, ran over to Jamie, and jumped on him. 'Operation Jamie' was now in full effect. She kissed him square on the lips and hugged him so tightly that he could hardly breath.

"Bree, what has gotten into you?" He asked not that kissing Bree was horrible, but he was curious to see what brought this all about.

"I'll tell you later, right now go impress your public" She pushed him towards the waiting newspapers and journalist. She looked over to see Lucy Diner staring at her; she walked closer to her.

"Bree, how are you? I heard you weren't feeling well". Lucy hissed as she grabbed Bree's arm pulling her towards Lucy. Bree tried to pull away; she was much stronger than this woman holding her was. Lucy placed her hand around Bree's neck and began to squeeze, "This time my dear you aren't going to wake up" Lucy pulled Bree to the stairs, no matter how hard Bree struggled against Lucy the hand only tightened.

"Lucy, what is this all about" Bree realized what she was going to do as they got closer to the window, the building wasn't that tall, but a fall from the second floor would hurt like a bitch.

"The Winchesters, I want them gone, as long as you're alive they are going to stay here and try to figure out what is in the manor and I can't have that!" She spat as she tossed Bree across the hall way closer to the window. As Lucy came closer, Bree kicked out her left leg, it connect with Lucy's rib cage, forcing the girl to the ground. Bree walked closer to the girl and used the top of her foot to snap kick at Lucy's face. Lucy grabbed her leg and forced her back.

As the fighting was going on upstairs, a black Impala was racing to get to the theater. Sam had a vision of Bree fighting some one, but he couldn't tell whom. He had seen her falling out of a window; he wasn't sure how high up she was. As the Impala screeched to a halt, Sam happened to look up and Bree crashing threw the window down into the windshield of the Impala.

Bree wasn't sure how it had happened one moment she had the upper hand next thing she knew she was being tossed out the window. A black car broke her fall, but she didn't miss the horror filled hazel eyes as she passed out.

Sam was already calling 911 as Dean practically vaulted from his car, Bree was bent into the windshield, but she looked pretty alive for a girl that was thrown out of the window onto a car. Dean didn't want to touch her; the fear of hurting her more than she already was deep in his soul. Bree felt the glass scratch at her but looked at the man next to her, she reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Bree, you'll be fine, I promise." Was the last thing she heard before she passed out.

Sam had a hard time prying Dean off Bree as the paramedics came to remove her from the car, telling Sam they had to take out the windshield. Sam nodded as he moved Dean away. Just by looking at his brother, he could tell it was starting to happen all over again.

Jamie had come out of the theater and saw Bree laying across the windshield and freaked out, not an half hour ago she was smiling at him, eyes shining at him, now she looked dead. A police officer grabbed him trying to calm him down. Just like Sam was talking to Dean. As soon as Dean looked like he'd be okay Sam walked a few steps away to call John.

"Dad, this is bigger than some damn ghost in a manor, Bree was thrown out of a window and crashed onto Dean's windshield. He's fine right now, but I'm not sure how much longer he'll hold up. I'm taking him to the hospital. If you can be there I'm sure Dean would appreciate it." Sam hung up the phone and walked over to the cop saying it was their car that she landed on, and he was looking for a ride to the hospital.

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Moment's later Sam was sitting in the waiting room with Dean, who hadn't said too much. Sam kept waiting for the crack, for the dam to break but Dean was holding it all in, until four hours later, a familiar shape walked through the door. Sam's jaw dropped, he felt his heart beat loudly in his ears. Their father was walking right towards them. Dean's eyes didn't move from the floor, but Sam stood up and hugged his father for all he was worth. John looked at his other son just sitting, like all the fight was forced right out of him.

"How's your brother?" John finally asked. Sam wasn't sure what to say, "Dean hasn't said a word or moved from that spot since we got here." John nodded at his younger son.

"Sam why don't you go find some place for me to stay and I'll talk to Dean for a while." He tossed Sam the truck keys. Sam smiled a little smile and understood, if anyone could get Dean back to normal it was his father.

John watched as Sam left the waiting room, then he looked at his oldest boy, John smiled fondly at him as he looked like the time his pet cat died, it was a stray that wandered around and he had caught Dean playing with it one day. John let the boys keep it until they had to leave, but one of the nasty kids in the town had strung up Dean's cat. John had to tell him the cat got hit by a car, but somehow Dean found out and beat the living hell out of those kids. After that he just clamed up. John had to deal with a closed off Dean for weeks until a small wild cat came along.

"Dean, I'm here for you and Sam. Sam called me to tell me Bree was alive, and now this happens."

Dean didn't even look at his father as he talked to him, he heard the voice and it was comforting, but to Dean it was happening all over again. John didn't know how to help him either.

A nurse came out to see Dean still sitting there, "Mr. Winchester " Dean's eyes lifted up to look at her, "You can go see Bree now, a doctor will be in to tell you what is going on." Dean stood up and walked through the door. The nurse only shook her head as John looked at her questioningly. He knew, he knew this time Bree was going to die.

The nurse opened the door and lead Dean into the room, Bree lay there so pale against the sheets, her eyes half open half closed, and she turned her head to look at Dean. A smile spread across her face, "I'm guessing I should know you, since I landed on your car. I'm Bree."

Dean walked closer to her "I'm Dean Winchester. I'm just glad that you are alive." She smirked at that, knowing that she wouldn't be much longer, but why be the bearer of bad news wasn't that, what doctors were for. He watched her close her eyes and sigh; he sat down next to her and held her hand.

"Bree, you are going to be fine, I promise I'm not leaving this time, not until you leave with me I promise you. He kissed her hand and sat there until a doctor walked in with his father. John's eyes were a little watery; he didn't want Dean to hear this by himself.

"Dean, I'm Dr. Davis. I worked on Bree when she came in, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Bree isn't going to make it this time around. I did everything I could to stop her internal bleeding and hoped for the best. With the speed she had falling onto the car it crushed some of her organs bruising them severely. I am so sorry to have to tell you this but I'm not sure how long Bree has."

Dean's eye glassed over and before he knew what happened his body dropped to the ground. John went over to his son and asked the doctor to let his son stay with Bree, until the end this time. John could not believe that this was going to happen, not again. John had left the room to call Sam, who said he'd get there as soon as he could. Having Dean go through this by himself was never going to do.

Sam called Jamie and told him the news, Jamie said he'd stop later that night to see her.

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Dean had woken up and gotten out of bed, he looked over at Bree who was only hooked up to an IV to keep her on fluids. The words kept running through his head, he stopped himself from throwing up. This couldn't be happening again. He looked over at the girl that broke his heart once and now it was going to happen again. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Just as he did that the monitors started wailing. The heart monitor made that god-awful sound. Dean dropped to his knees, he looked up to see the doctors and nurses rush in "We got a flat line!"

After five minutes the doctors called it. A doctor came over and whispered something in his ear. Dean couldn't believe it she was gone this time, gone. He bolted up and looked at the cross, it was time he cashed in his chips.

He found the hospitals church, he went to the front of the pews and knelt down and looked at the giant cross in front of him, tears just flowing down his face. He hadn't heard Sam or his father walk in, they stopped as they heard Dean talking, well praying to God, someone he didn't believe in.

"Please, don't do this, please don't take her away again. I can't…" Dean choked on his words. "You have so many people that meant so much to me, my mom, Jess, all those I couldn't save. Renee, those kids that didn't wake up on so many cases. I know I haven't been your favorite person, but can't I get one break out of this. Bree…." Tears splashed onto the floor as he cried, "Bree was my good thing I could look back on and laugh, she was. Is so alive, how can you keep her? I need her this time. Do you hear me? I need her."

Sam nudged John as Dean made his pleas heard. They both left Dean to try and find some kind of peace.

"God, I know we can make some kind of deal. If you bring her back I'll stop hunting I'll give up the scams, I promise I'll stay here with Bree and love her until you take me from her. Please" Dean wiped his eyes and stood up as he heard the door open and another man walked in kneeling down and began his request.

Dean light a candle as he walked out