He just stood there motionless, staring at us for what seemed like eternity, his bright yellow eyes glowing in the florescent lighting. I tried to play the part, to look a little afraid but still brave. No one said anything, the silence was deafening and it was making me a bit restless.

"So this is the Winchester way of payback, kidnap a girl who's never done anything to you and use her as a hostage in the hopes that I'll give myself up?" Yellow Eyes asked.

"Well we're not dead yet so I'd say it's working." John replied.

"You Winchesters are so cocky, did you know that? What makes you think I even care about her?"

"She is your daughter after all."

"Illigitimate daughter."

"Either way, blood is blood."

"Let her go and I'll end it quickly, no pain." he proposed.

"I was thinking more along the lines of a trade, your life for hers." John countered.

In response the demon just laughed, sending Sam and Dean flying backwards into the wall. Then the colt flew into his hands as John was forced up against the back wall next to his boys. Obviously he didn't feel that that was an option. My father walked past me, setting the colt on a small table as he got close to John.

"Well well well, it looks like the imfamous John Winchester is about to meet his end. I must admit I'm surprised you came to me, reduces my work load."

I stared at them blindly, I was so sure this would work. I kept my eyes on my father as I silently made my way to the colt, if I could get to it I could kill him and this would all be over. But did I really have the guts to kill my father? If you had asked me yesterday I would've said in a heartbeat, but I wasn't that girl anymore. I wasn't the cold ruthless killer the army made me, letting Sam in had changed all that.

I finally reached the table and picked up the colt with shaking hands. I raised it, taking aim, and made the worst possible mistake, I hesitated. I wasn't sure what alerted my father to my actions but he turned and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I dropped the gun and fell to my knees, coughing up a stream of blood.

"You little bitch! You'd kill your own father to save these pathetic humans. All they do is kill our kind. Here I thought I was saving you while you were working with them all along!" he yelled.

The pain was excruciating and the blood didn't stop coming up. In a last ditch effort I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on projecting myself rather than the blood. It worked, I was still weak, still dying but I picked up the colt and once again took aim. My father was caught offguard, he didn't know of my powers and his shock was my opprotunity. I fired a single round into his skull just before I passed out.

(Sam's P.O.V.)

"No!" I yelled as Kylah collapsed.

She had succeded in killing her father and we fell to the floor. I ran to her slipping in her blood and pulled her into my arms. There was so much blood, I just didn't know what to do. I faintly heard the shouts of my brother and father as we ran to the car and Dean sped off towards the nearest hospital.

The doctors took her from me and rushed her into the operating room, where we weren't allowed. The three of us sat there for hours waiting for news. I told them I was her husband in hopes of getting any news faster, I just didn't know if I'd want to hear it when the time came.

"Sam Winchester?" a doctor asked walking up to us.

"Yes." I said standing up and shaking his hand.

"I'm Dr. Giles. Your wife is stable for the moment. She lost a lot of blood and to be honest she should be dead. I have no idea how she's holding on. It's too soon to tell if she'll recover."

"Can we see her?"

"Yes."

We followed the doctor into the ICU and he pointed us to a room at the end of the hall. I walked into the room sitting in a chair next to her bed. She looked horrible, wires covered her body hooked up to various machines and she was on a respirator. I looked up at the beeping heart monitor to see a faint repetitive spike on the otherwise flat line. I scooted my chair closer to her bed and held her hand as Dad and Dean sat down on the other side of her bed.

I knew the only reason she was still alive was the demon blood pumping through her veins. It was the only explanation I could think of, she had lost so much blood, most of it on my clothes which is why I was now wearing scrubs. I prayed she'd make it through this, I couldn't lose her, I love her. I didn't know what I'd do without her, I just couldn't even imagine it. I took off my college ring and slipped it on her left ring finger and kissed her hand lightly.

A week later nothing had changed. They pumped in more blood, more drugs, but nothing worked. The doctor said she was in a coma, he was supposed to come back in today. I hadn't moved but to shower, I barely ate and when I was able to sleep I did so in that uncomfortable chair by her bed. Nobody had said anything we all just sat in silence except on the rare occasion that I'd talk to the doctor. He walked in the door and we all sat up waiting for him to speak.

"It's been a week." he stated. "At this point there is relatively no chance that she'll recover."

"So you're giving up? You're just going to let her die?" Dean half yelled.

"There's nothing we can do. I'm sorry."

That's the point when I broke down, I felt hot tears slide down my face as I began to cry. This couldn't be the end, Kylah was the strongest person I knew, she was supposed to pull through. It just wasn't fair. The doctor left and I wiped my eyes standing up. I placed a soft kiss on her forehead as I reached over her and pulled the plug.

(A/N: Chapter title song by: The Script!)