Two weeks later, Sabrina was doing better about the memory. Dean didn't want to stay in town with Marie any longer than they had to so the three moved out to another town. Dean and Sam were hunting down a demon but didn't tell Sabrina about it. They didn't want her knowing about the demons yet, not until she had to.
Right now, there were in Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin, investigating drownings that were happening recently. Sabrina was currently taking a nap so Sam and Dean went to the library to research.
"Let me go." A man about twenty five said through gritted teeth. He had black hair and blue eyes with specks of brown in them.
"But I don't want to." Sabrina said with a smirk as she kneeled in front of him.
"Sabrina, look at what you've become. I remember when you were a little girl and your father brought you over to my house to stay with me and my brother Caleb while he went out hunting." The man said.
"I remember. Caleb taught me and my brothers to hunt when he was gone." Sabrina told him.
"I taught you three too. Remember the knife handling." The man said.
"I remember you a lot Dylan. I remember you coming into my room at night, asking if I was okay and telling me what I great hunter I'd be." Sabrina said as her eyes darkened. "Then I remember when I turned ten, you came into my room again, only this time you weren't kind. You raped me even after I begged you to stop but you wouldn't listen, you just kept causing me pain." Sabrina pulled out a curved silver knife and held it up, the moonlight seeping in through the window reflecting off of it.
"Sabrina, what are you doing?" Dylan asked.
"You caused me so much pain." Sabrina said in menacing tone. "It's about time I repay the favor."
"Please, stop." Dylan said. Sabrina could see the fear in his eyes and smiled.
"That's what I said." Sabrina said giving a laugh. "Didn't work for me, did it?" Sabrina brought the blade to his chest and dragged it down, pushing the blade in as she went. Dylan bit his lip to keep from screaming. He wasn't going to let a demon get the pleasure of hearing him scream.
"See, this is no fun unless you scream." Sabrina said, digging the blade in deeper. She began curving it, making a design in his chest. Soon Dylan couldn't hold it in and let out a small yell. "That's more like it." Sabrina said with a smile.
"Go to hell." Dylan hissed.
"I'd rather stay here. You, on the other hand." Sabrina finished carving into his chest and brought the blade up, slicing his neck. Blood spilled from his cut throat as he gagged to get air. Soon the light went out in his eyes and he was dead. With a satisfied smirk, Sabrina left the house with her own little mark. Carved into Dylan's chest was 'Sabine' along with a small rose below her name.
"No. No. NO!" Sabrina yelled, crying as she tossed and turned in bed. She didn't do that. She wouldn't do that.
"Sabrina. Sabrina, it's okay." She felt arms wrap around her, trying to comfort her but she wasn't sure who it was.
"No it's not. I killed him." Sabrina cried.
"Killed who?" Now she could tell that it was Sam who had her.
"Dylan." Sabrina cried into his chest. "I killed Dylan."
"Caleb's brother." Dean said from next to them.
"I killed him." Sabrina said again still crying.
"Sabrina, it wasn't you." Sam told her.
"Yes it was. I did it. I saw it." Sabrina said.
"It looked like you but it wasn't." Dean said. It wasn't technically a lie.
"Yes it was." Sabrina continued to cry until soon she was asleep again.
"Sam what the hell was that?" Dean asked after Sabrina had fallen asleep.
"She must've seen another memory." Sam answered. "You remember when Dad told us that Dylan had been killed and when he told us about what was carved into his chest."
"Sabine and the rose." Dean nodded. "I remember."
"This might be good. Maybe it means this whole six year old thing might be finishing." Sam told him.
"Maybe that's not such a good thing." Dean told him.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"I mean look at her." Dean said gesturing to Sabrina who was sleeping peacefully. "Maybe this whole thing was for her to get a second chance. To be a normal girl."
"Dean, she's getting memories. If that was the plan, why would she be getting them?" Sam asked.
"Because we made it happen Sam, by going to Marie. Maybe this wasn't supposed to happen." Dean said.
"Well it's happening now. There's nothing we can do." Sam told her.
"We're being selfish trying to bring her back Sam, you know that?" Dean said.
"We've been unselfish since we six Dean. I think it's time to be a little selfish.
Back in Los Angeles, Angel sat in his office staring at the wall in front of him. Sabrina had been gone for about a month and since then he couldn't think about anything else. First, he had Buffy and he had to leave because they couldn't be. Then he found Sabrina and everything felt better, even better than when he was with Buffy. He could connect to Sabrina a lot more, understood what she was talking about. Now he was alone again.
"Angel." Angel looked up to see Cordelia knocking at the door.
"Cordelia, what is it?" Angel asked wearily.
"I know you miss her." Cordeila told him. "We all do."
"Cordelia, I'm not in the mood right now." Angel told her.
"When will you be in the mood Angel, ten years?" Cordelia snapped. "You may have all the time in the world but those people out there dying don't."
"I'm still helping, still saving people." Angel said.
"Barely. There's something big in town, killing a lot of people. Wesley isn't sure what it is. Doyle's been having visions but they don't do much good." Cordelia said. "We need you Angel."
"Angel." Doyle burst into the room, holding his head. "Sabrina needs you."
Wow, what's gonna happen next?