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Samantha: Yeah, and that was just figuring out what chapter she was up to.

Deana: Shut up! You might this chapter very different from the others, but I'll explain that at the end…

Samantha: So read and review people!

Chapter Eleven: Death and Life

Sam's PoV

She crept up behind me moments after I put a bullet through the lock. I didn't see her until her ghostly hands were smashing a heavy metal pole into my head.

I move my hands slightly, to find they are bound with rope. Well, the Saving Dean plan didn't exactly go like I wanted. Maybe I should open my eyes now.

Sighing I open my eyes. Emily is standing in front of me, grinning. She looks way too happy for my liking, where is Dean?

I try to move only to realise I am tied to a chair. Well, things could definitely be better. Damn Dean, why do you have to be so heroic, for once why you couldn't have just told me what happened back when you were here. It's not like it would be a chick flick moment...much.

A gentle splash echoes to my left and I turn my head to find Dean lying unconscious on a desk, blood pouring from a stomach wound. Oh god, Dean!

"Dean!" I shout. His finger twitches slightly, but his steadily paling skin is starting to freak me out.

"Do you want to say good-bye Sammy?" Emily asked sweetly. "I can't guarantee he'll hear you, he's a little, preoccupied at the present."

"What are you going to do to me Emily?" I ask, studying the face I once knew so well.

"Keep you from saving Dean, and then you can go." She smiles slightly. "I missed playing in the garden, being with you Sammy."

I glance at Dean, knowing he needs medical attention fast.

"Then come with me Emily..." I whisper, "Leave Dean alone and come with me..." I felt myself slip from consciousness.

It was the weirdest thing that has ever happened in my entire life, and I've seen weird. I actually stepped out of my body...I didn't know that was possible, unless you're dead. In which case I am so screwed.

I turned around and saw my body there, eyes closed, and then I turned to Dean, his chest heaving in the desperate attempt to breathe, his eyes opening slightly.

I sigh, hoping he doesn't see this, and begging him to at the same time. "Come with me Emily, leave the world, let's go, you can meet my mum...and Jess..."

She smiled, "you'll come with me Sammy?"

I look back at my body and sigh, I don't think I have a choice, so I nod silently, trying not to look at Dean's closing eyes.

Dean's PoV

Voices, everywhere. They are so damn annoying; can't a guy rest in peace?

"You'll come with me Sammy?"

A sweet voice reaches my ears, then when my brain processes it I realise that the sweet voice is dripping with vengeance and innocence at the same time.

I wonder how that is possible; it just doesn't work for me. Maybe ghosts and spirits get charisma lessons, god knows, they probably need them. I mean all this, scripted work and then straight into the screaming 'I will have my revenge'.

I feel sorry for them sometimes...WAIT...that voice was talking to Sammy. I open my eyes in time to see Sam's spirit vanish with Emily's.

Ok, I am officially confused, Sam died when? SAM DIED?

Sam's PoV

The blow to the head must have been enough to cause terminal damage, but why did I wake up then? Who knows, maybe Dean's right and I'm so stupid I wouldn't notice I'm dead for an hour.

I feel Emily's hand clutching mine, it squeezes tighter when a bright white light consumes us both and a voice whispers on the wind...wind? Where did the wind come from?

"Sammy." I recognise that voice...a woman appeared, blonde hair, gentle eyes. "Sam, it's not your time."

"Jess?"

"Yes Sammy, I am here."

I felt guilt well up and I was about to overflow when she took me in her arms and whispered gently. "It wasn't your fault."

"But I never told you what I do, who I was; I dreamt it about it for weeks Jess!" Guilt poured from my heart and my eyes pleaded for Jess to make it better.

"Emily," Jess whispered, "It is your time to move on." and with her words Emily smiled and vanished, never to be seen by the world again. Jess took me in her arms, hugging me closely.

"Sammy I missed you so much." She whispered.

"I missed you too Jess." I said, breathing in her scent, longing to stay with her forever.

"It wasn't your fault." She said, and for the first time in my life, I believed those words.

"Dean is waiting." She said, and then she pulled me closer to her, her lips meeting mine.

She pulled back and kissed me cheek once. "Go back to Dean Sammy..."

And as she started to fade from sight I saw her smile, and I was content, knowing she was waiting for me.

"I love you Sam." She whispered then she was gone, or maybe it was me, who was gone.

Either way, we were apart once more.

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Deana: Ok, now you understand the difference between this and the rest of the story, but it was there to explain the reason there was a dream in the first chapter, it wasn't just a random adding, it was all part of my twisted and evil plan!

Samantha: Don't mind Dean, she's feeling sad today because she's listening to all her sad songs…

Deana: This song isn't sad! Oh…it's about someone dying…right, I see your point…I'll go shut up.

Samantha: Good idea…then maybe the reviews can get to reviewing!

Deana: Please tell me if you like where I went here, and don't worry, it ain't over yet!

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