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With a sigh of relief, Sam kicked his Dad's fallen gun to the side and left the room. He just wanted to get out of the house. Before Sam knew it, he was running. Running from the past and running from the future. Finally, he doubled over and caught his breath. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.

"Watcha running from?" Still breathing deeply, Sam whirled around to see Jessica leaning against a tree, clad in tight blue jeans and a seductive pink top. Her hair fell-no, rippled-down her back. Once again, Sam was overtaken by her beauty, his longing for her. His first instinct was to run again, leave, just get out. You have to face her eventually he reluctantly decided.

She walked forward, swinging her hips as she smiled showing each pearly white tooth. Just don't give in, Sam reminded himself. It's not really Jessica. It's not really Jessica.

"I've figured out what you can do to repay me," she told him.

"Yeah, what?" Sam asked. He refused to take a step back. He wouldn't.

"Well, I mean, it's your fault I'm dead. So I think its only fair that you die to," Jessica reasoned. Sam made himself shake his head. He couldn't let Dean die just because he's not strong. He had to face Jessica. His cell phone was ringing, but Sam ignored it.

"No," Sam said. "No."

As soon as the wind died down, Dean sat on the curb and dialed Sam's cell number. It rang for a while. Dean's insides squirmed. Sam always picked up. Always. Dean had never even heard Sam's voice mail before--and when Dean heard it, he wished he hadn't.

"Hey, you've reached Sam-" "And Jessica!" "It's my cell phone. As I was saying, I can't-" "We!" "-come to the phone right now. Leave a message!" "Kisses!"

Hearing Sam and Jessica's message--probably made while they were only half sober, at some midnight club--made Dean feel surprisingly sad. For Jessica. She didn't do anything but date Sammy.

"It's fair, Sammy. Admit that," she said with a coy smile and shrug. No. It's not. Dean didn't do anything. Dean shouldn't die. "He dragged you away from me, didn't he?"

"You can't scare me," Sam said suddenly. "Know why?"

"No, why?" She came closer and stared at Sam with her deep, angry eyes.

"Because you're not really Jessica." There was a pause. Sam wasn't following the script, he wasn't sinking to his knees, no tears left his eyes, no fear stood out in his voice.

"Of course I am," the girl insisted. But she wasn't.

"No. You . . . you represent my sorrow for Jessica. My guilt, sadness-all of that. But you're not her. If Jessica came into my dreams, I'd know. I'd recognize her." She stood up straighter, as if showing off her power. The girl tucked a strand of hair behind a pierced ear, and directed all of her power at Sam.

"How would you know I'm not her? You can't imagine Jessica, me, angry and sad. But then again, I couldn't picture you leading me to a fiery death," she retorted. The speech struck Sam for a moment--but then he reminded himself that she was wrong. He would know.

Because Sam had loved Jessica.

Because Sam still did.

"Your not Jessica, you never will be, and you won't scare me." Black flames were attacking her as he won. But the sight of seeing this girl who looked like Jessica, burning, made Sam cringe. And that was all it took for the flames to go away and his win to be short-lived.

"I knew it," she hissed. "You had lied."

"I believe every word I said," Sam promised. "You're not Jessica. You're not Jessica. You're not Jessica. You're not Jessica." Now Sam was muttering it desperately, and sure enough, the flames returned. They ate her up, covering the girl.

"I'm not really good!" she screamed as she faded away. "I'll always be here! ALWAYS!" And somehow, as the flames died down, Sam knew it was true.

Dean angrily shoved the cell phone into his pocket and surveyed the town. Completely useless. Than he heard a noise-the sound of a gun shot. But then his cell phone rang, and the shot disappeared from his thoughts.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed as soon as Dean flipped open the phone.

"What the hell happened?" Dean demanded, but he heard the relief in his voice. Sam quickly explained, and Dean was struck with pride.

He didn't know what to say. Sam won in the battle vs. Jessica. So Dean cleared his throat. "That's great." Dean was walking when he heard a gasp for breath that didn't come from the phone. He followed the noise to a warehouse and peaked in.

"But what's left to face?" Sam thoughtfully asked.

Seeing the figure in the shop, Dean took a deep breath and spoke in a shaky voice.

"I think I know what's next."

Author's Note: And there's the chapter. Please review! I'm very curious to see what people think of this chapter.