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Samantha: That's because you were putting off homework for as long as possible.

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Chapter Eight: The Colour Pink

Sam's PoV

Dean was fighting a loosing battle as he struggled to keep his eyes open. I pounded once more on the invisible wall before turning away and sprinting to the car.

I need something to blow the wall down with, anything strong enough to get me to Dean. The car is unlocked. Good. Dean would kill me it I had to break into the car just to save his life.

Rummaging through the boot I searched for the one thing I honestly didn't think Dean would have, but apparently I was to be surprised today, either that or the luckiest I've ever been when desperately trying to find weapons.

My hand closed around the one thing strong enough to blast through the wall. Emily had put up a wall yes, but it was ordinary apart from the fact we could see through it.

I ran back to the house, kicking the door off its hinges, cursing myself for closing it on my way out. I sprinted down the hall and paused a few feet back from the wall, knowing where it was.

My eyes snapped to Dean, his eyes were closed, back slumped against the wall. Emily was above him, a knife in her hand.

Praying Dean was ok I pushed the explosive into the wall, triggered it and dove to the floor before Emily realised I was here.

BANG!

It wasn't a particularly big explosion; it was loud, but only big enough to blast through the wall. I scrambled to my feet and ran to Dean, pushing Emily aside.

She pouted for a moment staring at me. Then her head bowed in acceptance.

"You won this round Sam, but know this; I will kill Dean by the end of the tomorrow night." Then she was gone.

"Dean!" I shouted, "Wake up..." I pressed my fingers to his neck.

I couldn't help but laugh with relief when I felt the steady pulse of Dean's blood beneath my fingers. Fresh air filtered around us and Dean groaned slightly, not yet conscious.

I lifted his limp body over my shoulder and ran from the house. Dean needed me. I needed to save him, I couldn't worry about Emily right now, even though deep down I was afraid she was coming back.

Dean's PoV

You know it's odd. I always pictured dying to be peaceful. And I figured the transition from consciousness to unconsciousness was black.

Well, I'm not dead yet, I hope. Oh man, what if I am? I promised Dad I was going to outlive him. Life is so unfair...I mean death is so unfair.

Still, who has conscious thoughts when they're not conscious...? All I see is pink. Maybe I'm in hell. I can just see it now, women in pink frocks and classical music and rainbows and fluffy clouds...oh how painful.

No...I guess this is just a weird dream. Well, it's definitely worse that nightmare I had about being eaten alive. I mean, pink...there's so much of it.

These are odd thoughts to be having at a time like this. No, I'm not dead; things are coming into focus now.

Sam's PoV

I put Dean on my bed, half because his bed was strewn with paper and clothes and half because I wanted to punish him for scaring me like that. I couldn't take Dean to the hospital; our family avoids them even though we'd be their best customers.

I sat and watched, pulling the pink blankets up to his chin. He moved slightly, as though he were waking up. His head burying into the blankets.

A groan. His head moves and he comes up from the blankets, looking slightly pensive.

"Pink." He said, pulling a face and looking his bed with longing.

Dean's PoV

He just had to put me in the pink bed. If my head wasn't spinning I would so kick him into next year. I wonder if that's possible. Note to self: I should try that one day...not on Sam though.

"Hey, are you ok?" Sam looked at me closely, searching for any signs of pain, sickness or otherwise. I grin; he's never going to find any. I so don't want him fussing over me. Its bad enough he had to carry me here, which I assume he did, unless he has some amazing ability he has hidden from me.

"I'm fine Sam." I smirk. He looks unconvinced.

"You weren't in there long," He reasoned, "and it's more the being thrown into the wall part we have to worry about." He smiled, it was brief and it was then I realised something was bothering him.

"Sam?" I ask, sitting up and wishing I hadn't. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He said simply, pushing a bottle of water into my hands.

I take a sip and stare at him. "Ok, so your going to put me in a pink bed, pretend you didn't have a choice, assume I'm not going to exact revenge on you and then lie to me?"

He sighs. "She's still out there Dean." He points out. "She promised you'd die before tomorrow night."

"Why do people make promises they can't keep?" I demand. "So, let's fry her."

I look over Sam, he has bandaged his ankle well enough, but his hands are still dripping with blood. Pulling the first aid kit closer to me I force him to sit down. Wrapping the wounds carefully, disinfecting them as I go.

"You stay here while I hunt the psycho girl down." I say.

"Dean!" He immediately protests. I can't have him hurt again. I don't want him in danger, not again.

"This is my fight Sammy, not yours." I can see his eyes narrow dangerously.

"I'm coming Dean, that's final."

I would have argued with that, but I was so rudely interrupted for the millionth time today.

"Oh no Sammy, you're not going anywhere." I spun around, trying to find out where the voice came from.

I never got the chance.

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Deana: I was going to go further you know but it was getting long.

Samantha: But then there'd be no cliff hanger!

Deana: I know, that's why I stopped. And guess what?

Samantha: You slept in? You have no brain? You walked into another pole? The dog ate your homework? You –

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