Sorry it took me so long… I mean, really long, busy month, or was it months? Lol… any ways here it is. I own no characters. Sadly… lol… and this chapter will be painfully short.

Chapter Three

Sam Winchester closed his eyes as he saw the dead girls fingers pulling the trigger, he had felt her cold, hard grip sending shock waves of pain in his hand, and he waited for a surge of hot, fresh pain to emerge from were a bullet would surely hit. He heard it tearing through flesh, and the fragments of a skull releasing from a skull. No pain was felt. And he didn't drop dead. He felt blood falling down his face from a spray in front. The immortal had been shot. Dean must have saved his ass. But when he opened his eyes he saw the mending skull, no Dean.

She had shot herself! He was breathing rapidly and heavily. She looked sad, alone. In the one eye and the half of her face that was still there. Sam couldn't look away.

"I can't die. No! They already made my wrists bleed"

She spoke in a shrill angered tone that was helping Dean look through a thickening fog to find his brother. By the sounds of it he was sure Sam was in trouble. Yet again.

Meanwhile poor Sam was released, for a fraction of a second, before he could do absolutely anything, he was regripped, his wrists. He had to do something or he might be dieing of the same thing.

"Who made your wrists bleed?"

He called out asking, he was scared for his life, and talking with the girl might just help out with the whole solving and finishing off the job. And it might just save himself from death. The pressure remained strong, but not as violent and seemingly dangerous as before.

"Why do you ask?"

She questioned him, a look of surprise on her face, as if he was the first to ask. Hell, if all he had to do was show like he cared than that was easy. Anything that risked his life and could be saved by it, was just fine with him. He spoke again in a shaky voice.

"I ask, because I am just hear to help you"

He wasn't sure that would work for this screaming immortal. But it was worth a try. The grip lessened yet. She looked at him. As if the thought of someone wanting to help her was unbelievable. She looked at him suspiciously. Another gun shot sounded, hitting the immortal in the neck with rock salt.

Dean had figured his brother had shot bad. The Immortal was off of Sam and seemed to have disappeared. She was behind Dean. Sam didn't have time to warn his brother as she started choking him with but on hand, with the strength of many men. He sunk to the ground gasping for air that wasn't given. She released some, her free hand going into his head, not breaking flesh or anything, creating a connection

Deans world spun around. And suddenly, he felt far more helpless than he had ever in his life before…