Welcome back for chapter twenty-six. We're still in Cara's point of view. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
PS: I own nothing but my idea and OCs. Also, the idea of a 'demon cursed with a soul' was kind of spin-off of the 'vampire cursed with a soul' thing. That is the only idea that isn't mine and is rightfully Joss Whedon's.
PPS: This will contain spoilers for S1 E12: Faith. You have been warned so if you haven't seen it, get to it.

Rocky Road

Sam joined me at the door and we just looked at each other, exchanging utterly pathetic looks. Dean noticed us standing there. "Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible." Leave it to Dean to try to lighten the mood with a really bad joke. I couldn't look at him or else Dean would see the tears running down my face.

"I talked to your doctor, Dean."

"That fabric softener teddy bear. Oo. I'd hunt that bitch down." I walked over to the window, crossing my arms over my chest and trying my hardest to not cry in front of Dean.

"Dean." I glanced back at Dean and watched him shut the little TV off.

"Yeah. Alright, well, looks like you're gong to leave town without me."

"What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here and neither is Cara."

"Hey, you better take care of that car or I swear I'll haunt your ass." I choked out a sob but immediately clapped my hand over my mouth so as not to draw attention to myself. "Cara?" Too late. "Come here."

"That's not funny, Dean." I slowly made my way to Dean's side and he grabbed my hand.

"Come on, it was a little funny." He turned his attention to me. "What's wrong, Cara?"

"They keep changing the flavor of Coke, Dean." Sam chuckled and Dean smiled.

"That was funny. But don't be bummed about me. You take care of Sam, you hear me?" I could feel tears well up in my eyes so I bit my lip, hoping to keep the tears from falling. "Don't make that face, Cara. You're breaking my heart, more." I closed my eyes, trying to ignore Dean's bad joke but in doing that, it made the tears fall from my eyes. "You guys both know it's a dangerous gig. I drew the short straw, that's it. End of story."

"Don't talk like that, Dean."

"Yeah, we still have options."

"What options, Sam? You got burial or cremation." I tried to pull my hand out of Dean's but his grip tightened. "Now I know it's not easy but I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it.

"Watch me." At that point, I ripped my hand out of Dean's and took off to my car. Once I got to my car, I punched the door and started to bawl my eyes out. Someone touched my arm and I turned around to see Sam standing behind me. My bottom lip quivered for a second before I threw myself into Sam's chest, crying even harder than before. "Come on. We gotta figure out how to help Dean." I nodded in Sam's chest and we took off to the nearest motel. Sam tried to call his father but he kept getting his voice-mail. Pictures of human anatomy and human hearts were scattered in front of Sam and the fact that he couldn't reach his father was frustrating him to no end and it was all etched on his face. I tried calling a few of my own contacts, including my parents, and they recommended trying to find a healer. I knew the risks of someone going to a healer but I didn't care; this was for Dean and I was going to do anything. Three days later, after Sam left another voice-mail on his father's phone, there was a knock on the door and Sam and I looked at each other, confused. I walked over to the door since I was already standing up but I had my hand on my knife just in case. I opened the door and Dean was on the other side.

"Dean?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I checked myself out." I helped Dean to a chair where he sank down in it, showing the signs of his condition.

"Are you crazy, Dean?"

"I'm not going to die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot." I rolled my eyes at Dean, leaving his side to prop myself against a door frame.

"You know, this whole 'I laugh in the face of death' thing? It's crap. I can see right through it."

"Not to mention, it's annoying as all hell." Dean just sucked his teeth, obviously not happy with my comment. Well, it's not like I was lying.

"Have you two even slept? You guys look worse than me."

"I've been scouring the internet for the last three days, calling every contact in Dad's journal. Cara has been nonstop calling. I think she might have gotten through to someone but if she did, she didn't tell me."

"Why are you guys do this? What for?"

"For a way to help you, Dean. Man, you must've zapped your brain stupid or something."

"One of dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back. Told me about a guy in Nebraska."

"That's where I was pointed to, as well."

"Specialist."

"You two aren't going to let me die in peace, are you?"

"We aren't going to let you die, period. Accept it, Dean."

"We're going to Nebraska."

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter, folks. Reviews are appreciated. : )