Hey peoples! Well, this isn't as depressing as pervious chapters, but I still don't like it. I honestly don't think I did that good of a job. But, this is the best I could have come up with since my muse has run away from me screaming. I have to go hunt it down now. Enjoy!

The Story of Avi

I stopped short, just out of view from Cassidy's body. Sam and Dean stopped with me.

"I can't," I told them softly, "I just can't." The Winchesters shared a look before Dean left.

"It's okay," Sam said, "Come on. Let's go to the Impala." I nodded, and let him lead me outside. He still smelled like cinnamon.

It was clear and cool outside, the perfect night. It seemed like nature was mocking me. Sam unlocked the car, and I hurried to get into the backseat. I had a feeling he was going to talk to me, and I just couldn't handle it right now. Let me wallow in my misery.

"Well, talk to him or me," Mom announced, "Because you can't keep all of this bottled up. You'll destroy yourself doing that."

"I'm already destroyed," I said.

"Him or me," she repeated. I sighed, and turned to face Sam when he got into the car besides me.

"How's your shoulder?" he asked. I let out a startled laugh, and he joined in.

"It'll be fine," I told him. He nodded, and we sat there for a few minutes.

"Becky said that you kind of went psycho before," Sam finally commented.

"Relax. I can't become War without the ring on," I snarled.

"I wasn't saying that!" he protested.

"Sure," I muttered.

"Anger over grief, right?" Sam asked, "Anything over grief and guilt." I stared at him coolly. "It never ends well."

"Says the man who started the Apocalypse!" I said, starting to get angry.

"Yeah! So stop!" he countered, getting angry himself.

"I can't!" I yelled, shocking Sam into silence, "I can't! It's not like Demon blood! I will always have this with me! I will never leave it behind! It's a part of me now, and I'm just trying to work with it. You're clean now, and I can never be."

"Avi," Sam stated softly.

"Forget it!" I snapped, and swung the door opened. Anger over grief and guilt. I liked that plan. I could actually put everything War gave me to use.

"Avi!" Sam called, as I stalked away.

"Stop it!" a new voice commanded. I spun around.

"What?" I demanded, "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah, it's me," the little boy who I had helped replied sarcastically.

"Why are you still here?" I asked, keeping my anger to a minimum.

"I wanted to say thank you," he told me, "My name is Thomas Newton. Franklin killed me, and made my mom go crazy. But now everyone can pass on. So thank you."

"You're welcome," I answered.

"Don't feel bad," he continued, "There was nothing you could have done." And with that, he was gone in a flash of light. He had passed on. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"If Cassidy shows up, I'm going to scream," I said.

"Well maybe she should," Sam replied. He had watched the whole scene from the Impala.

"Isn't this supposed to make the job worthwhile?" I asked him hopelessly, "Helping people like Thomas?" Sam nodded.

"It's supposed to."

"Well it doesn't!" I snapped. I sat down on the cold grass.

"No," Sam admitted as he sat down next to me, "It usually doesn't." I sighed, and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Life sucks," I muttered, "Why can't I just be living in Heaven again? That was nice."

"But then you wouldn't have met me!" he exclaimed. I knew he was joking, but it was still the truth.

"Yeah," I sighed, "Which wouldn't have been a bad thing!"

"Hey!" he growled, and poked me in the ribs. I laughed, and poked him in the shoulder. He poked me in the chest as retaliation.

"Are we seriously in a poke war?" I asked him. He looked around the empty lot. "Well?" And then he pushed me. I let out a shriek as I tumbled over, but quickly got to my feet. "You have five seconds," I told him. Sam scrambled to his feet, and ran to the other side of the Impala.

"Sorry?" he offered. "Yeah, I didn't think so." We chased each other around for a good fifteen minutes before we were both out of breath.

"Damn, I haven't done that in years," I huffed, collapsed in the grass next to Sam.

"Me neither," he said, "But it felt good." I nodded. Everything was still there, but it helped to have something to focus on that wasn't Cassidy related. We rolled onto our sides so that we were facing each other.

"You know I could have caught you in a second right?" I wondered. Sam smiled. And I just noticed that he had the cutest dimples.

"Of course!" he told me.

"Don't mock me," I warned.

"Or what?" he challenged. Boy was that the wrong thing to say.

"Nothing," I muttered, my temporary happiness completely destroyed. Sam closed his eyes with a sigh, and got to his feet.

"You'll push through," he told me while hauling me to my feet, "I have faith in you. You'll survive Avi."

"Let's hope so!" I remarked with false cheerfulness.

"You will!" he repeated, and pulled me into a hug. I kind of just stood there for a moment. "I've seen you get over worse things then this," he continued, "Just hang in there." I hugged him back, breathing in cinnamon, and enjoying his strong arms wrapped around me.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"Ummm… are you two done with your moment, because we need to hit the road before the police come!" We sighed, and pulled away.

"Yeah," I told the elder Winchester, "Let's go."

I really hope I kept Sammy in character!

Until next time, keep reading, writing, and loving Supernatural!

-G