Sorry it took a while to update. I kinda didn't know where I was going with this chapter.

Well I dont have much to say... this is the second to last chapter. I already have the other one done. I'll probably post it tomorrow. Sorry for the wait for this one. Hope you like. Enjoy.


A Second To Die

Anna walked behind Dean as he led the way through a maze of corridors into a room stocked with weapons.

"Holy shit…" Sam trailed off, walking up to a table piled with blades.

"How many hunters did they kill?" Anna asked as she walked beside Sam and grabbed a knife similar to hers. Twisting it in her hands.

"A lot. There's enough weapons here to supply over fifty hunters. ..The guns are over there."

Anna turned around and saw Dean pointing in the corner of the room where there was a bunch of handguns stacked up as high as her body, beside it was a pile of shotguns.

"Fuck…" She breathed heavily.

"Yeah I know."

"No, it's going to take me mad long to find my Beretta in that mess."

"There's over a hundred guns, just pick one." Dean rolled his eyes and walked to the pile.

"No, what if I grab a really old one and the pipes not clean? It could backfire and I'm not up to dying this evening." She stared at the pile for a moment and looked over her shoulder at the pile of blades Sam was still standing beside. "Screw it. I've been doing fine with just a knife so far." She said as she walked to the blades. "I suggest you do the same."

All three of them stocked up on knifes, shoving the blades anywhere on their bodies they could. Anna stood behind the boys, watching them equip themselves with knifes and a few packs of salt that Sam had found in one of the corners. Meanwhile, Anna was braiding her hair as tight as she could, using her own hair at the end to act like a hair band, stopping it from unwinding out of its braid. When she finished tying the braid she called over to Dean, "Toss me the smallest knife you see."

Dean looked over at her and handed her a knife the size of her index finger. Se tucked it into the top of her braid very carefully, making sure not to knick herself. When she was done, there was no sign of a knife.

"Hey Sam, you should do that with your hair." Dean smirked.

"Shut up." Sam hissed.

Anna looked over her shoulder to the doors entrance. She had forgotten something and she didn't know what. Her shoulders were tense with worry, her eyes held a clear sign of uncertainty. Sam looked over at her while Dean checked out the guns to find at least one that wouldn't blow up in his face. Sam had spent three days with Anna, with no food or water, no weapons, not even a smidgen of hope. But until now, he had never seen any sign of doubt in her. Something was wrong.

Anna looked around the room, racking her brain for what was worrying her. Her eyes searched wildly, going back and forth, searching every corner or the room, glaring into every shadow. She felt itchy, that kind of itchy you get when you think someone is watching you. A cold hand snapped her attention back to reality when Sam gave her worried eyes. She only focused on him for a split second before searching the room again.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Sam tightened his grip on her shoulder and she remembered she was shirtless. Was that it? Did she feel like that because she was shirtless with two men, almost got raped by one them? No, what am I forgetting? She thought. Dean turned his attention to his brother and Anna. He walked up beside Sam and followed Anna's searching eyes around the room.

"What are you looking for?"

"I don't know, I forgot something." She whispered, glancing up at Dean as she answered him. Her eyes went wide as the answer was right in front of her, right behind Dean. "Ronnie."

Dean made a face of disappointment, knowing by Anna's face that the problem was behind him. They forgot the teenager, they forgot to secure her. Big mistake.

Ronnie pushed her arms out at Dean's back, shoving him into Anna with brute force. Anna stumbled back with his weight, tried to reach out to grab Sam but Ronnie was to fast. She rushed for Sam, split away from her human body. Anna had one of those moments in life where everything slowed down, where a second seemed like forever. Ronnie practically stepped out of the teenagers body, one foot in front of the other, like walking through a door. Anna saw Ronnie's spirit rip away from the girl, saw the blur of a ghost separate itself from its human meat suit. Saw the shadow of her spirit disconnect itself from the teenager like stretching silly putty. Then Ronnie was gone, time went back to normal.

Ronnie charged into Sam, sending then both across the room till she pinned him against the far wall. Anna got Dean stable on his feet and they faced Sam. Ronnie held him pinned up with one hand. She used the other hand on his chest, shoving her fingers into the wound she had made several days ago. She shoved her fingertips into the wound, reopening it.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

A girls scream filled the room. It was the teenager. It was soon joined by Sam's pain filled cries. Dean rushed toward his little brothers aid. Anne looked from the screaming teenager to Sam. When she looked back at Sam, Ronnie's hand was melting its way into his chest, using his wound like an invitation to get inside of him. She was trying to get to his heart. Dean wouldn't get to them in time, not before she squeezed Sam's heart in his chest.

Anna pulled out a knife at the top of her jeans and prayed to god that her aim was precise. Time slowed down with her concentration once again. She tuned out the teenagers screams, tuned out Dean's yells for his brother, she only let herself hear Sam's screaming, hoarse voice. She focused her eyes so she could only see Ronnie in the room, blurring out the surroundings. She turned the knife in her hand so she was holding the tip instead of the hilt and threw it as hard and fast as she could toward the thirteen year old. The knife cut through the air beside Dean's face, missing him by inches, spinning around in the air so you wouldn't know if the hilt of tip of the knife would hit her.

Anna was already running toward them before the knife slashed through Ronnie's head, making her drop Sam and disappear. Sam slid down the wall and grabbed at his chest. Dean grabbed Sam and looked around the room.

"You little bitch!" He screamed into the room.

Anna stopped abruptly and turned toward the only other sound in the room. The teenager was still screaming with tears staining her young face.

"Oh my fucking god, shut the fuck up!" Anna yelled. "I hate when girls scream." She mumbled, fast walking up to the girl.

"What was that!? I don't want it inside me again!" The girl was chanting, repeating those same lines over and over, rocking in her spot. Anna had to calm this girl down before Ronnie showed up.

"Yo, relax." Anna shook the girl by the shoulders after kneeling in front of her. Dean walked up behind Anna supporting Sam, holding his little brother up. The girl looked over Anna's head and screamed louder.

"What the fu-" Anna was cut off as the teenager smacked her face and racked her nails down Anna's cheek. Anna's face felt like it was going to explode with pain, her black and blues weren't fully gone and the cuts on her face weren't healed. Anna tried grabbing the girls hand to keep the girl from clawing up her already bruised face.

"Hold still!" Anne yelled. "We're not going to hurt you!"

"He killed my boyfriend!" She screamed.

The girl got another swing at Anna's face. Anna backed away and let the girl crawl away from them.

"You killed her boyfriend?" Anna asked Dean.

Dean's face went blank, no sense of humor was going to cover this up. He nodded and avoided her glare. Anna cautiously walked up to the girl.

"You know that thing that was inside you? That little girl?" She spoke slowly, wanting the girl to hear what she had to say.

The teenager stared at her and her screams silenced. She started rubbing her hands up and down her legs with the memory, trying to wipe the thought off of her.

"That little girl has a father. And he," Anna pointed at Dean, "had the dad inside him, just like you had the girl inside you." She was now only a few feet away from the girl.

"He killed my boyfriend." She whispered.

"No, he didn't. The father did. Now I need you calm. That little girl is going to come back and I have enough on my plate, I cant worry about you going insane on me, because that hurt." Anna pointed at her cheek where the girl scratched her.

The teenager looked over at the three of them. Anna knelt down in front of her and held out her hand. "We aren't going to hurt you. We need to get you out of here, or she might possess you again."

The teenager thought for a few seconds and took Anna's hand.

"I'm not going to lie, we cant leave till we make sure those things are dead."

"What are they?" She asked.

"Ghost." Dean answered.

The teenager scowled him, she opened her mouth and closed it, unsure what to say. Finally she said, "I don't want her inside me again."

"Salt circle." Sam coughed. Anna looked at him then and saw he had been bleeding out his mouth before. "We can leave you here," he went on, "But your going to have to stay in a salt circle. They wouldn't be able to touch you."

"He's right." Anna cut in ."And they'll be to busy trying to kill us to care about you."

"No, your not leaving me down here alone."

"We don't have time for this. Its your choice." Anna said walking to the door. "Risk dying with us, or stay safe down here till the shit hit's the fan and we come back for you."

"We cant take her." Dean said.

"I'm coming with." She shoved past Dean and stared up at Anna. She was a few inches smaller so she had to look up. "They killed my boyfriend."

"Fine, grab yourself a knife or two. When they come next to you, just swing it at them. They'll go away for a few seconds."

"What's a few seconds going to do?" The girl asked.

"It only takes a second to die, one second makes a hell of a difference in the line of fire." Anna smirked. "I should know." She whispered beneath her breath so no one could hear her as she walked into the hallway.

Sam got the strength to stand on his own and attended the teenager. Dean walked out after Anna.

"What happened when you were possessed?" Anna asked as she heard his footsteps near the door.

Dean paused and just stared at the back of her head.

"Dean."

"What's the plan?"

"What happened?" She hissed, spinning around on the balls of her feet so fast that Dean took a step back.

"When Ronnie had enough fun with the girls boyfriend, I finished him off. Cut his throat and made the girl watch him die before Ronnie possessed her."

"Your lying to me."

He stood quite for a moment and avoided the accusation. "What's the plan?"

Anna let out an exasperated breath and pulled out a knife. She twisted it in her hands. Dean realized it was a nervous gesture. "Salt and burn. We're out in the open no matter what we try to do. So we go in full force. You lead the way. You know where the room is, we don't. Keep the girl between us, I'll cover the back. When they come out to play, Sam and I distract them, put up a fight."

"Sam's to hurt to do any distracting."

"And I'm not?" She hissed. "What do you suggest then?"

"I'll tell Sam where to go and I'll help distract them."

"This isn't going to work…" Anna twisted the knife in her hands faster.

"It's all we got."

"What about the girl?"

"Knock her out and keep her down here."

"Dean."

"I'm serious."

She bit her lip and sighed. "Looks like we're winging it huh?"

"Like you said, we're out in the open."

Anna thought for a few seconds and glanced inside the room. She took out her lighter and handed it to Dean. "Go tell Sam where the bodies are, he's going to need the lighter."

Dean told Sam where to find the coffins and met Anna outside the room. All four of them stood there for a few seconds going over the shitty plan. None of them liked it, especially the teenager. Dean lead the way out the corridors to where the main entrance was.

"Ready to play?" Anna smiled nervously.

Sam and Dean took out their blades, the teenager, who said her name was Christine, had been holding hers the entire time.

"Time to have some fun." Dean said as he swung the door open and ran through it.

All four of them ran in a line across the main entrance. Ronnie's laugh filled the air and Jonathon's form stood at far corner of the room. They had been waiting.

"Anna, how nice of you to come and play." Ronnie giggled.

"I wasn't done with you Dean. I still need that precious body of yours."

Anna stared up at the front of the line to see Dean get swiped out of place by Jonathon. They tumbled on the marbled tile floor. Sam was next in line, leading the line. He stopped and began to run to his brothers aid.

"No Sam! Keep going!" Anna yelled.

Anna's feet ceased to move forward as her body jerked back. She was suddenly air born, soaring across the room until her back hit a wall. All the air was knocked out of her, her back numb and head throbbing.


Dean tumbled around the floor with Jonathon on top of him.

"Let me back inside Dean."

"Fuck you."

Dean grabbed for the knife at the top of his jeans, pulled it out and swung it at the man on top of him. Jonathon grabbed Deans hand and stopped the knife from penetrating him. He slammed Dean's hands to the floor over and over till he dropped the knife and shoved his free hand into Dean's chest. Dean held in a scream as that icy cold fire began to soar back through his body. He grabbed for another knife, got ready to strike, then Jonathon disappeared. Christine stood over Dean with her knife held out in front of her in a two hand grip.

"Thanks."

"Is he gone?" Before Dean could answer her, Jonathon appeared behind her. The knife he made Dean drop was held firmly in his hand. Christine jerked forward with the impact of the blade. Her eyes went wide, blood drooled down her lips.

Dean reached forward and grabbed the teenager. Pulled her off the knife and hugged her to his chest. She was dead weight.

"You should have left her downstairs. You might as well have put the knife in her back yourself." Jonathon chastised.


Sam ranout the main hall and made his way into the study room. Whatever hidden path Dean had taken was hidden all over again. He started grabbing at everything, pulling on what he thought might be a lever to open the corridor, touching whatever he could.

"C'mon c'mon!"


Anna fell to the floor and lifted herself up as fast as she could. She saw Christine get stabbed in the back, saw pure rage fill Dean up like something liquid. Anna spun around to the sound of Ronnie's footsteps.

"Daddy's right. You are different. You should have broken a few bones from an impact like that."

"I don't go down that easily." Anna hissed.

They began circling each other, like a dance. Each one stepping at the same time as the other, following the others movements.

"Lets play a little more fair." Ronnie said in a childish voice.

"Let's." Anna grinned.

"I wont disappear or use any ghostly tricks if you don't use your knife. I haven't had a good fight in a very long time."

"Sounds good to me." Anna tossed the knife into the middle of the room and positioned herself in a fighting stance. Ronnie nodded and the game began.


Dean shoved Christine's body off him and glared up at Jonathon. He swung his legs into Jonathon's, knocking the grown man to the floor. Dean lunged forward and stabbed his knife into Jonathon's chest. He disappeared with a scream long enough for Dean to see Anna swing a fist into the little girls face. Then Jonathon was back, kicking his foot i9nto Dean's stomach as he was still crouched on the floor.

"Fuck this." Dean tossed his knife to the floor and grabbed Jonathon's legs.

"So, you want to play fair." Jonathon asked. Dean threw his fist into Jonathon's face over and over, hitting the same spot again and again. Dean brought his hand down for another hit but Jonathon disappeared, making Dean punch the cold marble of the floor.

"I don't play fair." Jonathon grabbed Dean by the back of his shirt and spun him around before throwing him into the stair case.


Sam ran his fingers over the walls, searching for the secret corridor Dean said was in there. His fingers brushed against a small crack, air passed through it like a small wind. He threw his shoulder into it, shoving it open. When he got it fully open he took a step back at the grotesque smell emitting from inside. He couldn't see past the darkness of the corridor but that didn't stop him from blindly running into it.


Anna swung at Ronnie, making the little girl stumble back.

"I wonder how much of a beating you can take." Ronnie said. The little girl rushed Anna, tackled her so that they were air born for a split second before they hit the floor. Anna blocked her face as the little girl swung down at her again and again.

"I been waiting to smack you around." Anna managed to get out. She unblocked her face and grabbed the girls hair. She sent her fist into the girls chin, knocking Ronnie off her. Anna got to her feet and kicked Ronnie in the stomach several times. A loud thudding sound echoed through the room. Anna looked across the room and saw Dean fly across the room through the wooden railing on the staircase. The wood broke into hundreds of splinters with the impact. He rolled across the steps half unconscious, dizzy with pain. Jonathon appeared beside his fallen body.

Anna took a step toward them but was stopped as Ronnie's cold skin wrapped around her throat. The little girl pulled tighter around Anna's throat. Anna grabbed at the arms around her, tugged on them to release her. Finally she reached up to her hair and grabbed the small knife out of her braid and swung it behind her. Ronnie's grip instantly stopped and Anna could breath again. She looked over at Dean to see Jonathon shoving his arms inside Dean's chest.

She ran forward, pushing herself to run faster then her body allowed. She kept the knife at her side, positioned for a strike. She ran up the stairs and screamed Jonathon's name out. He turned around from Dean's body and stood up to meet her at the top of the steps.

Anna swung the knife in an upward strike but paused only inches away from him as she felt Ronnie's body push up against hers. A sharp flash of pain exploded through her body. Her body fell forward so that Jonathon caught her with his own body. She grabbed at his shirt to help her stand, his hands grabbed her arms and caressed the bare skin there. Ronnie pushed her body against Anna's again. Anna dug her head into Jonathon's chest, tears running down her face.

"Such a waste. So beautiful, so strong." Jonathon whispered against the side of her face. His dead breath leaving a cold chill along her skin. Ronnie shoved her body against Anna one last time, trapping Anna between the two. The sharp pain sent a fire burning ache up her spine. She tightened her grip on Jonathon's shirt, he wrapped his arms around her upper back, cradling her to his chest.

"You brought this upon yourself." He stated very matter of fact. Anna's breathing ceased a second later.

Dean pushed up on his hands and focused his eyes on the three in front of him. His vision was spotted with black and grey dots, everything was fuzzy. When his vision came back to him, he saw Anna trapped between Ronnie and Jonathon.

"Anna…" He coughed softly.

Ronnie stepped away from Anna's back to reveal a hunting knife protruding out her spine. Jonathon held Anna against him and caressed her back as if to comfort her. Anna's face was facing Dean's direction, her eyes were closed with tears drying across her face. She wasn't breathing, wasn't moving, she just wasn't.

"Anna!" Dean screamed.


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