Deana: Relax guys! I let Sam go quickly, we're sisters, I'd never hurt her…intentionally.

Samantha: Yeah…except the time you insisted I was too sick to walk and dropped me on the concrete or the time you poked my back right on the bruise…and then there was the time…

Deana: Sammy, you made half of that up! I held you up all day today because you couldn't walk.

Samantha: Ok, I did make all of those up and Deana is a very good sister and just for the record, she joined me up the back of the house covered in fake blood to pretend to be unconscious while her friends tried to find us…

Deana: And we weren't tied up! Our arms were linked…Now, enough of our hectic lives…please read and review…and I am very, very sorry it too so long to update!

Samantha: Yeah, review!

Chapter Seven: Last Meals by Deana

Sam's PoV

She hit me away as she advanced on Dean. Standing on unsteady legs I look over to him, praying he's ok. As he slides down the wall with a smirk on his face, what is so funny he hasn't shared.

No, really, how can he find any of this funny? The guy's sense of humour is warped sometimes.

"Dean..." I call as I tumble out of the room, just in time to see his eyes droop closed. Emily smiles to me as a bottle of gas appears in one hand, the knife she used earlier in the other.

Damn, that is so not good. I stand up but I am held away by an invisible force.

Dean's PoV

Ow, that really hurt. Why do spirits have to through you into a wall, can't they just ask politely? My brain is functioning again, yay, finally something works!

I open my eyes, Emily is closer now, her eyes light up with excitement. Evil creatures make killings sound like lolly pops and fairy floss. Mmmm, wish they offered a last meal; I haven't eaten in so long. And NO! Cold tea does not count.

"Emily...can you let us go?" I ask conversationally. She shakes her head.

"I don't want to hurt Sam, he wasn't conscious, it's not his fault I died, but everyone else, they make no effort to save me...you all must die."

I roll my eyes, they she goes with the last speech. I mean, I have you ever noticed how the bad guy spills all his plans to the good guy while the poor bloke is down? Then ten minutes later the good guy escapes and we're back to square one minus the fact the good guy now knows your weaknesses?

Hey! That means I get freed soon...can we make that really soon? There's a psycho lady in front of me with a death warrant. Where the hell is Sam?

I gaze around the room and find Sam pounding against solid air, classy. The girl has a few powers, and she's made an invisible wall, nothing gets in or out...WAIT! Nothing gets in or out? Great, just great...

"You could have saved me Dean," She whispered, she motioned to Sam, "He was just someone you'd carry out first, I needed him to use as bait...I'd never hurt him...intentionally anyway." She raised the knife, blood still trickling down it.

"Who's scream was it? Who was it you stabbed?" I demand, almost knowing the answer.

She smiled. "She didn't save me either Dean, she didn't care that I was gone...it was her fault I was at your table. She pleaded with me," Emily looked at Dean closely. "So I promised she could help save Sam, it was her scream Dean..."

I stared at her for a moment. "Family love, ay?" I muttered, deep inside I was grieving, she did what I could never, she killed her sibling, her sister, Jackie is dead.

"Goodbye Dean." She said her voice sincere. Creepy.

"Do I get to go now?" I asked, if only to torment her. She shook her head and plunged the knife into the gas bottle.

The world started spinning; does dying have to be so sickening?

My head hurts, a pounding in my skull, make it stop, make it stop...

I can't breath, there's a ringing in my head, my vision is foggy...

"Sam..." I try to call, but I can't hear anymore...

Then it all stops...and there's blackness, a light and silence.

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Deana: Well, that's all I got for you...

Samantha: Thanks to all our reviewers and the people who said they liked our little convo's…

Deana: They love me!

Samantha: Ok Dean…just sit down…excuse her…Maths does things to your brain.

Deana: Review, because reviews make me happy!

Samantha: Yeah…do as she says…please?