Samantha: We received a review from an anonymous reviewer claiming that we lie and can't spell. We would just like to put in that…
Deana: Ohhhh! ME ME ME!
Samantha: ok Deana, you can say it.
Deana: If you think we're liars, then you're a liar because we aren't lying about not being liars, so if you say we're lying about not being liars then you're lying even more than you were, because we're not lying liars.
Samantha: um…Dean? I don't think that made sense.
Deana: Of course it didn't! But we were up until 12:15 last night after watching the Da Vinci code…and I lost all the feeling in my right leg…SEND ME SYMPATHY!
Samantha: and you still can't walk straight, it was so funny, she hopped back to the car.
Deana: Don't embarrass me in front of people I don't know!
Samantha: this coming from, oh-lets-walk-home-in-slippers and little Miss walk-down-the-road-in-random-evening-dresses-for-the-afternoon!
Deana: Just read and review…excuse me please….SAMMY…I HAD PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS FOR DOING THAT!
Chapter
Twelve: That's Not Right…
Dean's PoV
What the hell? Where did Sammy go? People don't just die, that's not...that's not right, this isn't right...
Oh god, my tummy...stomach really hurts.
I hope Sam is ok, I don't think I could live without him. He's like the only reason I hunted when I was little, protect Sammy, but if he's gone I don't know what I'll do.
Sammy, please come back to me. Please, save me from the darkness that's enveloping me.
Stop the pain.
Sam's PoV
Jess vanished from sight and slowly I felt myself vanish from where ever I had been. Slowly my mind came back to my body.
Moaning I let my mind catch up as my eyes slowly flicker, the constant throbbing in my head reminding me of the pain, letting me know I'm back in reality.
The smell of blood hits me hard and fast. Oh god, Dean!
My head snaps up to find the ropes that bound me to the chair are limp, the smell of sandalwood in the air. It's just like the perfume Jess used to wear.
I smile and raise my eyes, scanning the room. "Thanks Jess." I say, hoping that she will hear me.
Then I turn, my eyes fixing on Dean, slumped across the desktop, blood dripping slowly from the wound in his stomach. That doesn't look good to me.
I stand slowly, trying to avoid the spinning in my head; I'm no good to Dean if I can't move.
His eyes are closed, pale skin causing a bruise on his cheek to be more prominent.
"Dean?" I cry, "Dean, are you with me?" My hand reaches uncertainly for his neck, my fingers searching for the steady beat of his heart.
My other hand in dialling 911, praying they answer soon. I might be good with wounds, but I don't think there is any possible way I could fix this one.
"Dean?" I whisper, my fingers brushing his neck, "Please be ok, please..."
But there was no steady beat beneath my fingers, there was nothing, just stillness.
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Deana: Should I kill Dean…?
Samantha: I dunno…it's a definite possibility…
Deana: Ok guys, your vote, in your reviews say whether you want this to end with a death or have Dean survive…Your choice, make your review count.
Samantha: I hate it when she uses that really scary voice and opens her eyes that wide; it always means she's planning something…
Deana: REVIEW! trails off into hysterical laughter