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Samantha: In other words she's actually getting lazy!

Deana: If we weren't sisters. I'd…frown at you!

Samantha: Oh no! I am terrified! –Mock horror-

Deana: I am sorry for the lateness in chapters and I am even sorrier about the short chapter, but be happy it came, and once again…SORRY! Now, read and review if you want more soon!

Samantha: Wow, she sucks at grovelling…

Chapter Ten - I can die how many times?

Dean's PoV

If looks could kill I would be dead, buried, dug up, and reincarnated just to kill me again. Hmmm, I wonder how many times you can die...Well, I guess four times.

Yep, I'd be killed four times if looks could kill, which, with some really angry and ugly demons, they just about can.

So if I was killed as a human, then came back as a zombie and was seduced by a vampire and turned and then killed by a hunter and came back as a ghost then kill by another hunter I'd have died...four times.

Cool, note to self, die four times. I can see Sam's face now. 'If you're gonna die at least get it right the first time Dean!'

Emily brought me to a place I haven't been at for years, and I honestly never planned on coming back, it is so Sammy-ish.

She brought her bloodied knife to my stomach and I screamed, cursing her as loudly as I could, hoping that for once, Sam would come to my rescue.

The last thing I saw before darkness consumed me was the blade coming closer to me and then a sharp pain...

Sam's PoV

Of course, now I actually think about it, there is one place where Emily might take Dean. I'll bet he's really happy about that.

I pick up the closest set of weapons I can find. A rock salt loaded gun and a pile of Latin spells and holy water.

Praying Dean is safe I set off at a sprint across the grass, down the road. Towards the old school, it hasn't been open in three years; they are still debating as to what to do with it.

It's falling apart already, graffiti decorating the outside. The door is chained shut. One way to fix that.

Emily's PoV

I stabbed Dean, almost resenting myself as I did. He was nice to me, sometimes. But this is nothing more than he deserves, he left me to die, he didn't come back when I called out. I hate him for it, he deserves to die.

I'll never forget the look in Jackie's eyes when I stabbed her.

"Please Em...Don't do this, let me go." Pleading eyes looked into cold fury.

"You let me die!" I shouted back to her, how can she think she deserves to live more that I do?

"We're sisters Emily! I swear I didn't know you were still in there!" She pleaded, she wasn't crying anymore, that pleased me; at least my sister wouldn't be a coward in the face of death.

"You have to die, and then Dean will die." I said quietly, fury dripping from my every breath.

"Then at least let Sammy go, please, let him go, he did nothing...please?" I had paused to consider her offer, for once, I'll agree, her life for his...it's an easy decision.

"Dying's not so bad." I whispered, and then I took her to Sam, and killed her like I killed everyone from my class, everyone but Dean...at the time anyway.

I turn back to look at Dean, there's an awful lot of blood spilling onto the lonely desk that wasn't saved by scavengers or the new school.

I can feel Sam coming closer, a gun shot rings though the silence. He is here, and now, he will watch his brother die.

I vanish in a swirl, vanishing used to make me sick, now I relish in the idea.

He never even saw me...not until it was too late, and my face, was the last he saw before his lifeless body crumpled to the floor.

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Deana: Ok, once again, sorry for leaving you hanging!

Samantha: If she says it one more time I'll slap her.

Deana: What would you do if I said: Review if you want and update soon…?

Samantha: I would agree, and nod and smile and…well…I'd say to our readers: We know you're reading this, or at least looking at it…that's what the Hits button says, but we want to know if your liking, loving, hating or eating pizza with pineapple on top!

Deana: You can so tell I wrote the last part of her speech can't you? Ha, in fact, I'm actually writing this whole thing by myself because Sammy isn't here.

Samantha: So…you're talking to yourself?

Deana: No you're talking to yourself!

Samantha: I'm not even here!

Deana: Just review people!