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-Sparky

*Disclaimer*

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

A few minutes later I was sitting on the couch, my legs drawn up against me and Dean's flannel button-up pulled over my scorched t-shirt. Everything seemed too quiet again, but I was still recovering from the reaper trying to kill me.

Dean walked back into the living room holding a steaming cup of coffee. Thankfully, when the furniture had been moved out of the house, whoever had cleaned up had forgotten to get the coffee maker out from under the sink. I was suddenly glad that we had thought to buy some grounds when we stopped to get food earlier. Dean sat down beside me, handing me the cup as I leaned against him, trying to use his presence to calm me down.

"You okay?" He asked as I took a sip of the hot liquid.

"I'll be fine," I said half-heartedly after I had swallowed, "I just want to know if Melody is alright."

We sat in silence for a few more minutes, and then I heard the roar of the Impala outside on the curb and looked up. After a few moments, someone knocked twice on the door before opening it.

Sam walked through the door first, sighing in relief when he saw me sitting on the couch. After he moved into the room, Melody followed in behind him, her face devastated. When her gaze met mine, her eyes widened and she ran towards me. I didn't stop her as she sat down on the couch and wrapped me in her arms. I reached out my coffee to Dean, who gratefully took it, and then hugged my friend in return.

"I'm so glad you're okay," She said when she pulled away, "I'm so sorry, Sarah, I didn't know."

"It's okay," I assured her, "I'm just glad that you didn't get hurt." I looked over to see that Sam had placed himself in the recliner, wondering what exactly he had done when he got to Melody. I looked back at her, "Did Sam tell you what's been going on?" I asked, and she glanced over at him for a moment before turning back to me.

"Sort of," Melody said, "He told me that you were in trouble, at least." I nodded my head. "But I still don't understand," She went on, "what happened?"

"Melody," I said, wondering how to start, "who gave you that book?" She looked up at me in confusion.

"My prayer book?" She asked, and I nodded. She shook her head slightly, "Just some girl at church. Why?"

"Please just tell me what she looked like, Mels." I pleaded, and she looked at the ground, trying to remember.

"Umm," She mumbled, and then finally looked up at me, "She had blonde hair, and was wearing a black leather jacket. That's about all I remember." My eyes widened in realization, and I turned to look at the boys. I was starting to piece together what had happened.

"Kara." I whispered, and their faces contorted in shock. Dean cursed under his breath, and then I looked back at my friend.

"Did you know her?" Melody asked, and I sighed.

"Yeah," I said, running my fingers through my messy hair, "and she's not one of the good guys, Mels." Her head tilted in confusion.

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

"Melody, how often did you pray from that book?" I asked instead of answering. I wanted to know for sure that what I was thinking was correct.

"Once every few weeks, like the girl said." Melody said slowly, starting to think what had happened through as well.

"Did the prayer ask for anything specific?" Sam cut in, and we both turned to look at him. "Like a name or a physical description?" I knew where he was going with it, so I turned to face Melody again. Part of me knew what her answer would be.

"Yeah," She said to him, "It wanted a description of the victim." I bit my lip to keep from screaming. "What is it?" She asked, seeing my reaction. I couldn't reply right away, so I looked back over to the boys, silently beckoning them to help me.

"Every time you prayed from that book," Dean started, "a reaper was summoned." I stared blankly down at the couch in front of me while he explained what had happened.

"What's a reaper?" Melody asked.

"A bringer of death." Dean continued, and I heard a small intake of breath from Melody.

"Since you gave a description of Sarah," Sam went on, "she was initially the reaper's target. But when it couldn't find her within the city, it went after other girls with that description." I finally looked up at my friend, who had tears in her eyes. She met my gaze.

"You mean I killed all those people?" She asked quietly.

"No Mels," I responded immediately, "that girl did. She just used you to get to them." I knew that I was lying, but I needed to make Melody feel better. The real reason that Kara had those girls killed was to get to me. This really was my fault after all.

"I—I'm sorry," She stuttered, and I leaned forwards to take the crying girl into my arms.

"It's okay," I consoled, rubbing her back, "It's not your fault."

"I'll bring you the book back in the morning," Melody said a few minutes later after she had stopped crying. She was standing at the door and Dean was waiting behind her, ready to take her back to her house.

"Be safe, okay?" I told her, wanting to make sure that she would be alright for the night. I knew how bad the situation had torn her up. She nodded, and then turned and followed Dean out to the Impala.

As soon as the door shut I took a deep breath and sighed. The whole night had been far too much for me to handle, and I was exhausted.

"Do you want to go to bed?" Sam asked, and I turned to look at him. He had propped himself up against the wall next to the hallway, and was looking cautiously down at me.

"Surprisingly, yes," I answered before yawning. Sam chuckled a little, and then moved so that I could walk down the hallway. I stopped at the bathroom so that I could change into a pair of pajamas, and then made my way on to my room.

After I had settled comfortably in bed, I was about to turn off the light when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I turned to see Sam appear at the door.

"You okay for the night?" He asked, and I nodded. He turned to leave when I called his name.

"Will you stay with me?" I asked, "At least until I fall asleep?"

Sam smiled softly down at me, and then walked over and sat down on the bed next to me.

"You're gonna be okay," He said as I leaned my head on his shoulder, "I promise."

I went to sleep like that, next to my brother. When I woke up, however, I was hardly in the same place.

A/N: So, what do you think? As always, please review, follow and favorite! I'll see you all on Monday!