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-Sparky

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I do not own anything in the Supernatural universe, only Sarah.

"Why, exactly, would all of the victims look like me?" I asked as I paced around my living room, slightly agitated at my current situation. Dean sat on the couch and Sam on the recliner, watching me as I warred within myself.

"I don't know," Sam said and I turned to face him, biting my lip.

"Why is this happening to me?" I started with a loud sigh, "Did they die because of me?"

"No," Dean said, "At least, I don't think so."

"But what if, Dean?" I asked louder, "What if, when I left, I started all of this somehow?" Sam stood up then and walked over to where I was standing. I just looked down at the floor.

"We're going to figure this out, Sarah," He said and I looked up at him. His face held a look of concern. "It'll be okay." I took a deep breath, and then moved to sit on the couch beside Dean.

"What are we supposed to do, then?" I asked, looking up at Sam as he ran his hands through his hair. "Is there any other link between the victims beside looks?"

"Not that we could find," Dean said, and I turned towards him, worry making its way across my face. He quickly caught himself when he saw me looking at him, "But I'm sure there has to be something."

"What I don't understand is," Sam pointed out, "why would anyone go after these girls in the first place? What have they done?"

"There's got to be some kind of motive behind it, right?" Dean asked, leaning forwards and rubbing his jaw in thought. "I mean, who would just kill people like this?"

He and Sam continued talking, but my gaze had shifted out the window to the darkening evening outside. I still couldn't help but think that the four murders were somehow my fault.

As I started out the window, something caught my eye across the street from my house. A tall man wearing a dark suit was standing on the curb, and his eyes were fixed on me. Instead of being afraid, though, the man seemed familiar to me. While I tried to remember where I had seen him from, he began to walk across the street towards the house. As he did so a car passed by on the street, but he took no notice of it. Apparently neither did the driver, because the vehicle didn't slow down. To my horror, the car passed right through the man. When the road cleared once more, the man was still walking across the street towards my house, the car affecting him in no way whatsoever.

It was then that I remembered. When I was little and first went hunting, my mom told me stories of beings that came to take souls to the afterlife. Reapers. I slowly stood up from my seat, continually watching the reaper cross the street towards me. The boys took notice almost immediately.

"Sarah," Sam said, "What's wrong?"

"Do reapers ever come for healthy people?" I asked instead of answering, and Dean stood up from his seat.

"You see a reaper?" He asked, looking around the room. I nodded in reply, and then Sam stood up from the recliner.

"They don't kill healthy people," He explained quickly, "but they can be summoned to kill anyone." The reaper was on the front yard now.

"Summoned?" I asked, wondering how that could happen.

"Like a spell, or some kind of ritual," Dean stated. I thought back through the past days, and the only thing that I remembered as odd was the book at Melody's house. She had said that it had prayers in it, and that she had been using it for the past few months. Which also happened to be when the murders of the four girls had happened.

"Or a book," I said in realization. I quickly turned to look at the pair of them, still watching the reaper in my peripheral vision. "I saw a book in Melody's room; she said that it had prayers in it. But what if it was a ritual instead?"

"You think your friend has been summoning a reaper?" Dean asked in astonishment.

I shook my head, "No, Melody's not like that. She said that someone gave it to her," I looked up at him, "I don't think she knows she's doing it." Everything stopped for a moment, and then, at least for me, the world went in fast-forward.

The reaper disappeared from my view for a moment as it stepped up onto the porch, and then I blinked and it was standing inside the door.

"It's in the house!" I yelled, and then Dean jumped in front of me, pushing me back against the living room wall.

"Sammy, go stop her now!" He yelled at Sam, who turned to rush towards the front door. The reaper didn't seem to take notice of my brother; his eyes were focused on me. He began to walk towards us, but before he could get too close I ducked under Dean's arm and around the wall into the kitchen.

"Sarah!" He yelled after me, but I was too scared to notice. I turned as the reaper crossed the threshold, followed shortly by Dean. Both of them had their eyes focused on me. As I watched in horror, the reaper raised its hand towards me, and I thought that I saw a spark go up from his palm. The stories of the victims catching on fire suddenly made sense. I backed up until I hit the kitchen counter, and then the reaper started towards me again.

"Where is it?" Dean half-asked half-yelled at me. I pointed out in front of me, where the reaper was taking it's time in getting to me.

"There!" I yelled back, and before I could say anything else, Dean had rushed over to me and pulled me away from the reaper just before it could touch me. My brother guided me down the hallway, but as I looked back I could see that the reaper was already coming towards us.

Dean pulled me into my bedroom and away from the door, and for a moment everything went silent again. I was breathing heavy as I watched the door for the reaper, but surprisingly nothing came. Thinking that it was over, I turned to Dean. But as I spun around, I saw that the reaper had reappeared in the corner of the room. My eyes widened and I backed up, retracing my steps back out of my room.

"Dean, it's still coming," I said, my voice getting weaker. Could a reaper be stopped once it had a target? Dean turned around and looked at where my gaze was fixed, but I knew that he wasn't able to see anything. I kept backing up until I hit a door and then opened it, subconsciously knowing where I was headed.

The reaper didn't stop as I went into my mom's room, and suddenly I found myself pinned against the far wall with nowhere to go. The reaper came nearer to me, and then it suddenly stopped, standing directly in front of me with its hand still outstretched. As I watched, a flame burst up from its hand, and then the reaper reached out to place his hand onto my chest.

The fire caught on the fabric of my shirt as the reaper held his hand over me, and I closed my eyes as a burst of warmth licked at my skin. I hadn't planned on dying like this, but if anything looked like the end for me, this was it.

Just as I felt the flames jump to my throat, the pressure on my chest suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes, only to see that the reaper was gone. I looked down, and aside from a few scorch marks on my shirt, I appeared to be okay. Realizing what had happened, I tilted my head back against the wall. Thank goodness for Sam Winchester. He had stopped the ritual just in time. I sighed deeply in relief, and then looked back into the hallway.

Dean hadn't been where he was standing before, but a few moments later he rushed back into view with a cooking pot full of water. Seeing that I was alright, he set the pot down and walked over to me.

"Oh thank God," He said, reaching out and pulling me close to him, leading me out of the room and then shutting the door behind us.

A/N: So, what do you think of the case so far? Any predictions for the future? Anyways, I'll see you all in two weeks!