Prologue: After figuring out what was drowning the teenagers in the Mississippi, Dean, Sam and Sammy are now heading for Phoenix, Arizona, where Daine asked them to go while they had been there. Upon arrival to the local hospital, the three hunters are finding people dying- not because they're ill or because of their age, but something mysterious is seizing their lives. Sam believes it's just the way of life- but Dean reckons otherwise and thinks it's something supernatural. What do you guys think? Is Sam or Dean right? You'll just have to read to read on to find out!

Death Coach PT.1

Sammy ran into an old rundown house, with both Sam and Dean Winchester at her heels. A loaded handgun was in one of her hands, while a flashlight was in the other. They had heard a distress call on Sammy's radio, and they knew that it was something right up their alley. They had originally been called in to do the job, but when they had arrived on day one, nothing out of the ordinary had been occurring.
"I'm so glad I don't have kids..." Dean stated, as he disappeared into another room, with his flashlight searching through it.
Dean, Sam and Sammy had been called into Glendale, Arizona, because kids had been disappearing once they entered an old house. So, the three hunters decided to go and check it out. So, today was day two, after hearing a distress call on the radio. The house itself wasn't haunted, it was just the home to an angry spirit that kidnapped kids and tortured them, which had sent the hunters there in the first place. The three were now in the house to rescue a group of kids who had entered the house, as some sort of joke to get some sort of thrill out of it, and they were now on the hunt to find them before time ran out.
"Dude, you and kids..." Sam stated, giving his older sibling a small smile. It was true. Dean never had the best relationships with kids. He just- couldn't get along with them. On top of that, they annoyed the hell out of him. The only time Dean had ever connected with a kid was when an angry spirit was haunting a lake and killing families nearby, just to get revenge on those who drowned him. A kid by the name of Lucas had watched his father drown and he hardly spoke a word, until the spirit had gotten its last victim. Dean had also gotten along with another boy named Michael, because he reminded Dean of himself and how much he'd do to protect Sam. Michael later on helped Dean and Sam kill a Shtriga, which had tried to suck the life force out of Sam years ago when the two brothers had been very young and were still living with their dad.

Sammy didn't know what to say to that, so she didn't say anything to Dean. She was pretty much the exact opposite to Dean when it came to kids. Growing up, she had been constantly surrounded by younger kids, whether they were male or female. She even had to help out her parents and such with them, so it was no wonder why she wanted a child when she got older. Suddenly hearing something which snapped her out of her thoughts, Sammy quietly approached a door and quickly opened it, holding her handgun out in front of her, just in case something was to jump out at her. Nothing was in front of her, only a staircase going upstairs. Taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out, Sammy then decided it was best to check it out, so she sprinted up the stairs, reaching the top in a matter of seconds. A huge, dark room was now before her, and she could hear the sounds of heaving breathing coming from somewhere inside the room.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Sammy said quietly, as she slowly moved into the room, her handgun still out in front of her. Stopping for only a few seconds, she knew that the spirit was now standing behind her, so she quickly whirled around and shot at it, but missed it by only a few seconds. But before she could turn back around again to have another shot at it, she felt something go through her skin and enter her lower stomach. Pain engulfed her entire body, draining every last bit of strength and life she had. What the hell was going on? Her vision was becoming blurry, which caused it very hard for her to see who or what had attacked her and had caused her so much pain.
With her last ounce of strength and not caring that her vision was now blurry, Sammy turned around to face her attacker, where she then pulled the trigger, causing rocksalt to fly. With a burst of light, Sammy's attacker disappeared into thin air, before slumped to the ground in pain. A pool of blood began to form around her as she lay still on the ground. Was she going to die there and then? Those were the thoughts that entered her mind as she placed a hand up to the large wound she had sustained from her attacker. She was losing too much blood, and she raised her gaze to see both Sam and Dean rush into the room, Sam dropping to his knees as he grabbed her body.
"Sammy!" he called, his voice suddenly sounding distant. What was happening to her? Was she dying? Glancing up at Dean to see him look away, Sammy then turned back to look at Sam, before her entire world went black. "Sammy!"

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Sam sat on a bench, in a long, white hallway in a hospital. After running to Sammy's aid after she had killed the spirit that had been kidnapping and torturing the kids in the house in Glendale, Sam had called for an ambulance almost immediately after she lost consciousness, and they had taken her to a hospital in Phoenix, Arizona, where the three were meant to be going in the first place. Well, ever since Daine had called them anyway.
"Dude- you look shocking," Dean stated suddenly, causing Sam to snap out of his trance and look up at him.
Dean stood in front of Sam, with two cups of coffee in his hands. It was true- Sam looked shocking. He and Dean had been in the hospital for a week now, hoping Sammy would get out soon. But the doctors said she was in a coma, but in a stable condition. That only caused Sam to worry more about her though.
Dean handed Sam the plastic cup, who gingerly took it in his hands. Dean then sat down next to him, before taking a sip of his own. "You've gotta sleep," he continued, looking at his brother with a bit of concern. "We're on a job- remember."
Sam looked at Dean. He was too tired to argue. He wasn't in the mood to argue. He just wanted Sammy to be awake and talking to him. Sammy was sick, and all his brother cared about was hunting. But then again, this was Dean he was talking about. Someone who never showed his feelings- it was all hidden inside some sort of shell he had formed when he was younger. To show that he was 'strong.'
Oh, and another thing to take into account as to why Sam was so tired- even though the two Winchesters had rented out a motel room to stay in, Sam was in the hospital the whole time. He was there from opening hours 'til closing hours, hoping that Sammy's condition would change while he was there. Even though he kept his hopes up, her status didn't change- and it surprised Dean that he hadn't given up yet.

Dean let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. He then pulled himself to his feet, before he crossed the hallway and leaned against one of the walls, with his younger sibling still in his sight.
Sam gently placed his cup of coffee on the table beside him, before he placed his head in his hands. He couldn't help but feel guilty. He wasn't there to protect Sammy, like he hadn't been there to protect Jess. Things definitely couldn't lift from here... or could they?
"Hi- my name is Doctor- Suzie... Wong. Could you please tell me which room Ms. Samantha Hall is in?"
Upon hearing Sammy's name in a conversation, Sam looked up. A woman the age of twenty five stood in front of the reception desk, in a pair of black, knee high boots, faded, ripped and dirty blue denim jeans that hugged her figure, a pale blue tank top, with a white, button up jacket over the top. The jacket had one button which was done up in the middle, and it went down in a v-shape. The lady's dark brown hair was in lovely waves that shaped her face well. Her blonde streaks shone in the artificial light of the lights in the ceiling, and the silver rings on her fingers, (one on her left ring finger and one on her right ring finger) a single silver bracelet with a heart pendant on it, (on her right wrist) and a silver cross pendant around her neck glinted every time she moved.
"She's in Room 54 on the second floor," the receptionist answered, not looking up from her work. "It should be the sixth door on your right." Why were receptionists so lazy these days that they couldn't even look up to the person they were talking to? They could learn to show some manners...
"Thank you," the lady answered, before she headed in Sam and Dean's direction, her appearance catching the attention of Dean.

Sam watched as the woman approached him, before she sat down on the bench beside him. "Is she going to be okay?" she questioned, before she looked away and found herself apologising to Sam. She truly was sorry. "I'm sorry I got here late. I was held up, I got frustrated, my car broke down- I got attacked-"
Sam stopped the lady from continuing. "At least you came," he stated, giving her a weak smile as she looked up at him. "Sammy would love to see you again if you can stick around once she wakes up."
The lady then glanced up at Dean, who was watching her every move. "I also came to help you guys out- especially with the condition Sammy's in. I was afraid- that if I didn't come, she'd try and help you out and hurt herself even more."
Sam picked up the plastic cup off the table beside him before taking a sip of its contents. "Carli- you don't need to worry. Sammy won't be able to do anything. We're just glad you could be here."
As if Sam could say anything. He had been worrying about Sammy the whole time, and had hardly gotten any sleep.
"I swear to god man- you look shocking," Carli stated with a smile, causing Sam to give his own and a small laugh. "Getting a bit of sleep could really help you out."
"I'm fine," Sam lied, as Dean approached the two. He then gave a yawn before placing a hand over his mouth. "I'll get some sleep as soon as I know Sammy's gonna be okay."
"Well, she's a very lucky girl," Carli stated, "to have a guy like you. But dude- you gotta think about yourself. Sammy wouldn't know if you snuck out for a little while to get a bit of sleep- actually, she'd want you to do that."

"So where did you come from?" Dean asked, interrupting Sam and Carli's conversation, which caused her to look up at him. "Colorado? Illinois?"
"Lawrence actually," Carli replied, before running a hand through her hair. "Didn't Daine tell you that a few weeks ago or whatever? We found some sort of lead on the demon- but we lost it just like that." Carli clicked her fingers together when she said 'that.' "But still- people are dying here, for no reason whatsoever. That's why I told Daine to tell you guys to come here. To try and stop people from dying."
With that being said, Carli quickly closed her mouth as a man dressed in a long, white coat approached the three. "Samantha Hall is awake- you can visit her if you like. She's still a bit dazed because of the drugs though. But please- be quiet and well, I'm pretty sure you know the rest."
Sam gave the man a smile as he walked away, before he pulled himself to his feet. That was best news he had heard in quite some time. He then headed for the elevator, where he then pushed the button before turning around. "Are you guys coming?" he asked Carli and Dean, but Dean simply shook his head in reply before Carli could say a thing.
"We'll take the next one," he answered, as the elevator arrived on the floor and Sam stepped inside. As soon as he disappeared behind the closed doors, Dean turned to Carli.
"We need to talk," he stated, as Carli rose to her feet.
"Oh- I'm sure we do," she said with sarcasm, before she gave Dean a small smirk. "I know what you're gonna say, but let me tell you something. You don't need to worry- me and Daine- we're just really good friends. He, unlike you, doesn't wanna root me. He sees me as a younger sister, I see him as an older brother. He's from Brisbane, I'm from Melbourne. That's why we get along so well, 'cos we're both Aussies. And besides which, he's married. He has been for the last three years."
"So let me guess... Daine's wife thinks it's fine that he runs off with you to hunt things? And does she even know about what goes on?"

"Daine tells her everything he does, and what we hunt. And of course she knows. She used to hunt herself, but gave it up 'cos she now hates it. She now leaves it up to Daine and me, 'cos well, she knows he wants revenge. And Besides which, she's pregnant with their first child. That's why we went to Lawrence. So then Daine could be with Loretta."
Dean pulled a face. He didn't realise that Daine was married- or that he was expecting his first child nonetheless. "And you're staying here for how long?" he questioned Carli, as the two stopped in front of the elevator and Carli pressed the button over a dozen times.
"For as long as I can," Carli replied, giving Dean a genuine smile. She then pressed the button a few more times, until the elevator finally arrived, and the doors opened. "I'll stay for as long as Sammy needs me here, or unless I've gotta be somewhere else."
"Like...?"
"Once Daine can leave Loretta's side. I promised the two of 'em that I'll come and visit when I'm able, and then head off with Daine again," Carli explained, as Dean pressed a button for the elevator to go up. Carli then looked up at Dean. "I'm sorry though. A promise is a promise. And besides which, it's not like you guys need me or anything."
"True," Dean replied, giving Carli a smirk. "But then again, we always need that one person on our team to be Daphne and get themselves caught," he continued, causing Carli to hit him hard on his upper arm. "Oh, but Daphne- I'd love to meet her."
"Oh, you're so hilarious," Carli said with sarcasm, "and besides, it's not like you can say anything. You can't control your hormones. You wanted to get into my pants ever since you first saw me, and it looks like you haven't changed much since then."

"Oh well sweetheart, you wanted to get into bed with me ever since you first saw me as well. And you can't deny it. That's why you keep coming back. You just make up excuses so then you can come back and try to get into bed with me," Dean retaliated, causing Carli to give a smirk before she rolled her eyes. That was when the two elevator doors shut, locking the two in the elevator together. That was exactly the reason, even though she was simply more interested in Sammy's health than getting into Dean's pants.
"I'm sorry to say, but I'm not interested in having sex with you. Remember, I don't believe in sex before marriage, and we're not married," said Carli, before she moved to the other side of the elevator, away from Dean.
"That's what you want me to believe. You're probably wishing that you didn't believe in all that crap since you met me," he continued, before he gave another smirk and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm sorry, but I'm off limits unless I'm married to you," Carli said, as the elevator doors opened on the second floor. "And besides, it wouldn't work out even if we did get married just 'cos you wanted to get into my pants. I want kids, and you don't like 'em."
"Well, an accident's an accident," said Dean, as the two stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway beyond.

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Sammy lay in a hospital bed, looking up at the ceiling. She had just woken up, and she didn't know where she was or how she had gotten there. Nor did she know how long she had been there for, and she wanted to know where Sam and Dean were. But as soon as she saw Sam enter the room, she breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was okay now.
"Hey Sam," she said weakly, her voice sounding hoarse and tired because she had been in a coma for a week. "What am I doing here?"
"Shh..." Sam whispered, as he placed his index finger up to his lips. "You need to rest."
Sammy watched as Sam pulled a chair towards the side of her bed, where he then sat down on it. "You've been in a coma for a week," he began to explain, as he grabbed her hand gently and held it in his own. "You were stabbed by the spirit we were hunting in Glendale. I called an ambulance right after you lost consciousness and they took you here to Phoenix."
"Are the kids okay?" Sammy questioned, as she turned her head slowly to look at Sam. Why the hell was she feeling pain in so many different parts of her body?
Sam nodded his head. "They're fine. All I care about now is if you're going to be okay, and you should too."
Sammy tried to sit up, but found it impossible. It was as if her body was paralysed or something. "So I've been in a coma for over a week? Do you actually know what's wrong with me?"
Sam let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair before he nodded his head in reply. "You uhh... lost a kidney. The knife went straight into your kidney and it was badly damaged. The doctors had to remove it or you would've died."
Sammy swallowed hard at the thought of her brush of death. But... she had lost a kidney? She didn't know what to think or how to feel. "I guess it's good that I wasn't awake- huh?" she half joked, as Sam nodded his head again.
"I was worried about you though," Sam confessed, as he looked Sammy directly in the eyes. "I thought I might've lost you."

Sammy shook her head weakly. "Sam, you gotta have faith. I'm a strong girl. I got through it," she said, causing Sam to give her a weak smile.
It was now or never for Sam. He had something to ask Sammy, and he wanted to do it in private, even without having Dean around. Even though he had only known Sammy for nine months, actually, make that his entire life (without even knowing it) Sammy meant the world to him, and he knew that she was the right choice for him.
"Sammy, I need to ask you something," Sam stated, as he reached into one of his back pockets. "And I need an answer straight away."
Sammy looked at Sam questionably, before she was finally able to force herself to sit up in bed. "What is it?" she asked, as Sam withdrew a small, square box in front of her. What the hell was he doing? Sammy had seen it so many times in movies and such, but was he really going to...?
"Samantha Hall..." Sam began, causing Sammy to gasp and place both her hands over her mouth. She knew what was coming- this time for sure. Tears of both happiness and joy appeared in the corners of her eyes as Sam opened the small box, revealing a beautiful gold ring, with a sapphire situated in the middle. It was simply gorgeous. Sammy then let out another gasp, before she threw her arms around Sam's neck, leaving him speechless. He had hardly said a thing, yet she knew.
"Yes..." she whispered, as she let Sam go. She then placed a hand to her mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks. Today was possibly the happiest day of her life.
Sam gave Sammy a smile as he slipped the ring onto her ring finger on her left hand. He then kissed her before wiping the tears away gently with his thumbs. "But- when? And how?" Sammy questioned, as Sam took the small box away.
"I had to make your hospital visit worthwhile," he replied, giving Sammy a smile. "And how? I used Dean's poker money."

Sammy gave a laugh. It seemed like forever since she had laughed at something that didn't involve hunting or anything. It was like a joke that you would tell a friend. "Won't he be happy?" she said sarcastically, and, speak of the devil, the two could hear the sound of Dean's voice down the hallway.
"I'm glad I don't let you drive my car," Dean was saying in the distance, his voice slowly getting louder. "I'd kick your ass if you ever got behind the wheel."
"Oh, I'm sure," Carli retaliated, which caused Sammy to cock an eyebrow, "you wouldn't even be able to keep up with me. I'd kick your arse before you could kick mine."
"Yeah... sure," Dean said sarcastically, "my foot'd be up your ass before you'd even realise it was me."
"Well, I'm sorry to say, but you don't have an arse for me to kick. I'd just have to kick you 'here' instead."
Sam and Sammy watched as Dean stumbled backwards and into view of the doorway. What the hell was Carli doing here?
"Honey, you're as weak as piss- did anyone tell you that?" Dean questioned, as soon as he regained his composure.
Within minutes, Carli was now in Sammy's room, and she shut the door behind her. She then leaned against it to try and keep Dean out of the room.
"Sammy- hey," Carli greeted, giving her friend a smile. She then cocked a delicate brow at the sight before her. Sammy was in tears, yet she was smiling, as was Sam, except he wasn't crying. And a beautiful ring was on her ring finger...

"Oh... my- god!" Carli exclaimed, as she jumped away from the door and ran over to Sammy. "I am so happy for you!" Sammy then felt herself in a tight embrace from Carli, and before she knew it, she was breathing again. "Oh my god!"
Carli simply couldn't believe it. Sam and Sammy were engaged! Wedding bells were going to ring!
"Do you know what this means!?" Carli exclaimed, as Dean finally entered the room, and moved to her side.
"You're gonna get married, there's gonna be a wedding, you're gonna live in a lovely house with lovely kids and pets, you're gonna have a family and-" Carli then glanced up at Dean, who didn't have a clue as to what was going on. The enthusiasm in her voice then disappeared and she gave a small smile. "And that means you're gonna be related to Dean by law. How fun's that gonna be?"
Dean didn't know what to say. "Sam, we need to talk," was all he said, before he and Sam disappeared outside the room.
Sammy looked up as Carli sat down on the end of her bed. "This is so awesome," she stated, giving Sammy a smile. "Seriously, this has got to be the happiest day of your life. You are such a lucky girl, and Sam's a very lucky guy. You're a match made in heaven. Sam's one of the nicest guys I know, and besides which, now I'm very jealous. We were supposed to have a double wedding! And now I have no chance of marrying Sam!"
Sammy couldn't help but laugh. She knew that Carli was joking about the double wedding and her marrying Sam, but the rest, came from the bottom of her heart- and she meant it too.
"Yeah... I guess," Sammy answered, unsure of what to say. And that was when she heard it. The sound of horses and their hooves, as well as the sounds of wheels. Trying her best to look out the window, Sammy saw something that she didn't believe was actually there. A black coach was parked outside the hospital, and there were huge gaping holes where the windows were supposed to be. The shafts at the front of the coach were empty, yet Sammy could hear the sounds of horses. "Do you see that?" she asked Carli, causing Carli to get up and look out the window. "Do you hear the horses?"

Carli peered out the window, and looked down below. "See what? I hear nothing." She then turned to Sammy, before she placed a hand gently to her forehead. "Are you okay?"
Sammy nodded her head as she watched the Winchesters reenter the room. But what was happening behind them really caught her attention. A man, looking to be in his sixties, walked past the room, giving off a strange aura. There was something about him that made Sammy very suspicious.
"Help! Somebody please help me!" a feminine voice suddenly cried out down the hallway, as soon as the man disappeared from Sammy's sight.
Carli glanced over at Sammy, before she jumped off the bed and dashed out of the room, with Dean at her heels.
"Something's wrong," Sammy said, as she looked up at Sam, who sat back down on the chair beside her bed. "That man... he wasn't normal."
"What man?" Sam asked, causing Sammy to look into his eyes.
"I heard the sounds of horses and saw a coach outside. It was weird, but I definitely saw and heard it. I heard the horses, even though they uhh... weren't there. I heard the coach just before the man died."

"Did anyone else see it?" Sam questioned, finding it hard to believe what Sammy was saying.
"I asked Carli, but she couldn't see anything. Do you think there's something wrong with me?"
Sam didn't say anything because Dean had returned. "Some guy died- and they dunno why. He was perfectly healthy, and he died by his sick wife's side."
That really didn't explain anything. It seemed more likely for his wife to die than himself. "I need you to check it out," Sammy found herself saying to Dean, as Carli entered the room. "I don't think he died normally."
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "You think it was something supernatural?" he asked. That was the only explanation he could come up with.
"And you believe it has something to do with what you saw and what you heard?" Carli joined in, causing Dean to look at her oddly. Earning a nod from Sammy, Carli knew what her friend wanted her to do. "Will do. I'll go check it out. And Sammy- don't go anywhere. You're no use to us hurt even more than you are now. And Sam- don't let her out of your sight."
Dean looked at Carli, who then looked up at him. "And you- you're coming with me," she continued, before she began to push Dean out of the room. "And don't get into any trouble while we're gone!" she called over her shoulder, before she and Dean were out of sight.
Them get into trouble? Don't you mean- Carli and Dean not getting into trouble? It was more them than Sam and Sammy.


Well, another chapter down, another two to go to finish off the episode. Anyway, expect to see more 'what the hell' questions in future chapters and episodes. I think that's probably my favourite phrase to use in real life. Anyway, when Dean and Carli were talking to one another in the elevator, Dean was referring to Daphne from Scooby Doo. And yes- The Death Coach is another story I found on the website under the resources on my profile page, except I altered it like I have for the others I've written. But anyway, please R&R if you haven't done so already!