Double update!

I was right, and this is the last chapter! Don't worry though, I'm slowly working on the sequel :)!


Thank you

Kerry watched as the Doctor moved behind the Alter, doing something she couldn't quiet see from her position, where she sat against the wall with her feet and hands tied.

It was silent, and she felt strangely calm despite knowing she was about to die.

She'd just had enough. She was okay with this. She was okay with death. It was better than living the rest of her life on her own.

After about ten minutes of nothing but the odd mumble from the hunter as he tried to speak but was unable to do so, she finally spoke up.

"So, what'd you need me for?" she questioned surprisingly casual. "Another sacrifice? You give her two, you get the third power free? That kinda thing?"

Doctor Fay rolled his eyes. "It's not a witch." He told her tightly. "And yes, something like that."

She was silent and bit at the inside of her cheeks as she waited. Waited for death.

Suddenly the Doctor looked up, toward the ceiling. He looked serious for a few moments before nodding. "Yes, sir." He said before moving away from the Alter and over to the male hunter. He grabbed his arm before moving him out of the red circle, ignoring his muffled protests.

Kerry quirked an eyebrow. Talking to himself? She didn't think so. "Did the witch - uh, I mean God – just talk to you?"

"Yes." He said simply, letting the hunt go roughly to the floor before walking towards her.

She eyed him as he approached. "And what'd it say?"

He grabbed her hair, forcing her to crawl on her knees as he guided her over to the circle where the hunter had previously knelt. "It told me to let you go first, and to do it now."

She gulped when he placed her in the middle of the circle and walked back over to the Alter. Guess her time was up. She was facing away from him, towards the double doors. She stared at them, imagining Sam and Dean coming crashing through and saving her.

But then again, why would they? They hated her guts. Tears stung her eyes when she realized that she would die with them hating her. They would never know the truth. She would die with them believing she was no better than the monsters they hunted. She would die having never told Dean that she'd really started to care for him, or telling Sam that'd he had become like a brother to her.

She would die never knowing if Dean survived. Or if Sam escaped.

Behind her, the Doctor moved closer and she screwed her eyes shut when she heard him begin to chant. She wasn't sure what language he was doing it in but it wasn't Latin. She knew that language almost as well as she knew English.

She held her breath, waiting for the moment she was no longer a solid form, but a spiritual one. She wondered if she would go to heaven or hell. She wondered if she would get to see her Dad again. She wondered if she would get to meet her Mom for the first time.

The Doctor was standing right behind her now, and even though she couldn't see, she sensed the moment he lifted up his hand, and she somehow guessed that he was holding a dagger. She waited for the moment when he used it on her but it never came, and the chanting stopped, and inside of her falling to the floor lifelessly, it was him.

She opened her eyes and saw him lying beside her, blood pouring out of the back of his neck where a knife sat. She swallowed at the sight, knowing that just a few moments ago, it was meant to be her. She must have some kind of angel watching over her.

"Told you I'd come back." Sam mumbled, moving in front of her and sliding his knife through the rope which was holding her hands and feet together.

"You did." Was all she could managed, her eyes on the knife. If Sam still had his knife, then did the one currently lodged in the back of the Doctors neck belong to-

"Crazy bastard." Dean's voice appeared behind her and she smiled widely. He was alive. He was fine. And she bet any money he was staring down at the Doctor with a disgusted expression on his face. She could almost see it even though she wasn't looking at him, and he was behind her.

At that moment, Sam finished with her binds and she stood up, facing Dean with a watery smile.

"You're okay." She stated more than asked. He looked no worse than he did before he was sent out of the window. "How?"

Dean shrugged casually. "There's a building next to us. 'Bout a floor down. Few cuts and scrapes but I'm good." He waved her off.

She looked over to the window, realizing that Sam and Dean must have used it to climb in and sneak up behind the Doctor. Christ, they were good.

"Thank you." Was all she could think of saying. She wanted to hug them both, express how happy she was that they were okay but it didn't feel right to. She didn't know how they would react. She might still see them as her friends but they didn't see her that way. They liked Darcy, not Kerry, she reminded herself. The thought saddened her.

"You saved Sam." Dean said simply.


With the Doctor now dead, they managed to leave the hospital easily. Luckily they didn't run into any more crazy people but they did give a tip-off to the police about them. They couldn't be left roaming the hospital. They needed help and were dangerous to anyone who thought it would be a good idea to go inside the place.

Dean drove them to the motel where the hunter – who they learned was called Chase – booked himself in for the night. His motel was only a few doors down from them.

Sam and Dean didn't tie her up straight away. Instead they let her shower, trusting her not to escape through the bathroom window. She guessed that they figured that if she was going to run, she would have done it by now.

She did consider doing it. She had no idea where they were going to go from there. She must have earned something for going after them, but she doubted it meant she was completely off the hook. She would have to wait and see.

It wasn't what she expected though.

When she exited the bathroom, dressed in clean clothes, she found Sam and Dean looking at her seriously.

She was taken back. "What?" she questioned.

"Chase knows who you are." Sam told her softly after a moment. "He's called them."

Those simple words were enough to make her heart stop beating. "What?" she repeated, feeling the adrenalin rushing through her veins as her breathing sped up.

"He thinks we don't know. That you've fooled us, and we didn't correct him." Dean took over, standing up from his spot on the bed and walking towards her. He pulled out a set of car keys. "Stole these for you. Cars out back. You should get going."

She couldn't quite follow as Dean placed the keys in her hand. "You're letting me go?"

"Yep." Dean popped the 'p'. "And you better get your ass outta here before I change my mind."

She automatically started to head towards the door, grabbing her rucksack along the way. She paused before she opened it. "Why?" she questioned simply, turning to them.

"You were willing to sacrifice yourself for my little brother," Dean told her, his eyes going soft. "That means something, and I can't just forget about it and hand you over to them guys."

She nodded and licked her lips. "So this is it?" It was almost sad to know that she might not see them again.

Dean unfolded his arms and almost looked as upset as she did before his walls were back up and he nodded back at her. "This is it."

"We might see you around," Sam said, trying to be more positive.

She gave him a watery smile and shook her head. "We both know that's not a good idea, Sammy."

No one disagreed.

"Thank you." She told them suddenly, glancing between them with a grateful expression. They were risking a lot by letting her go. "I mean it."

"Yeah, yeah," Dean waved her off. "Just get outta here 'fore Chase sees you."

She gave them one last sad smile before exiting the motel and closing the door behind her.

End