Chapter 9

Samantha stood up and started walking toward Sam and Dean. They both backed away but neither of them knew what they were supposed to do. They weren't dealing with something common that had an obvious answer. They didn't even really know the whole story. What had they gotten themselves into? Samantha began to walk faster and Sam and Dean stumbled backwards, trying to think of something to do. She flew through the air and grabbed onto Sam, knocking him over on his back. She had her hands wrapped around his throat, and was hissing at him, making blood fly out of her mouth and onto Sam's face. He closed his eyes and tried desperately to get her off of him.

"Hey Sam!" Dean yelled. She looked up at him, but he had the mirror up in front of him, so that all she saw was her reflection. She made a high pitched scream and let go of Sam, letting him gasp for air as she flew around the room and into her antique mirror. Sam got up and looked at his brother.

"Thanks," He said between wheezes.

"That's what brothers are for."

"We need to get her out of the mirror." Sam pulled his mini laser pointer out of his pocket.

"We need to kill her, is what we need to do."

"Dean, that's Sam in there! The spirit is possessing her body! You can't kill her, you saw what happened to Meg, didn't you? She died!"

"Well then I'll just do something that will kill a spirit, but not a human."

"How do you know it won't kill her anyway?"

"Look Sammy, there's nothing we can do to get it out of her body. We have to kill it."

"I'm not doing it."

They both looked at the mirror to see the red dot of Sam covered in blood. It began to get bigger and clearer, as it got closer. Dean had to think of something quick, before she came out of them mirror and attacked again. He stared at the laser pointer in Sam's hand, and he stared at Sam's mirror leaned up against the wall. The wall facing Samantha's spirit's mirror. He had to act fast. He almost literally leapt through the air, grabbing the laser from Sam's grasp. He landed on the floor and rolled a few feet, before sitting up and shining the laser in the mirror opposite the spirit. It bounced back like a blinding red light directed right for the spirit's mirror.

"Dean, don't!" Sam screamed. He jumped and slid across the floor, grabbing onto any part of Dean he could. He managed to grasp onto his shirt and rip a massive hole in it.

"Sam!" Dean yelled.

"Dean!" Sam was so upset, he couldn't even control what he had just done. They were both just screaming in frustration, when they had to stop and cover their ears. The most ear piercing whine came from the mirror, like it was lobsters being boiled for supper. Only a thousand times worse. It was horrid and they had no idea what it meant. They both looked over at the mirror and saw that it was starting to crack. In every crack that appeared, was blood. After only about 30 seconds, the entire mirror was dripping of blood. Like it had been cut open with a razor blade and was waiting for its final drops of blood to fall, so its life could end. The blood started dripping onto the hardwood and running along the floorboards. Finally the screamed ended, with no warning. Just all of a sudden it was quiet. The mirror shattered like a bomb exploded inside of it, and all the blood covered glass just fell to the floor like rain. Both Sam and Dean watched in awe as this all happened before their eyes. When it was all over, they were just left with a big wooden stand, blood, and broken glass.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that," Dean complained. "Now I'm soar. I'm definitely soar." He started to get up, when Sam, still holding onto his ripped shirt, pulled down more. "Sam!"

"Dean!" He looked up at his brother, whose shirt was so ripped, he might as well not have been wearing one. "Where's Samantha?"

But they didn't need to wait long for the answer, 'cause they saw her slowly walking through the door from the hallway. She had blood dripping from her mouth and from her heart area. It was dripping down her arms and off her fingertips, making little drops along the floor. She looked like she had no idea what was going on but didn't care about finding out.

Sam stood and started walked over to her, but before he reached her, she just fell to the floor with a thud. He flinched a bit.

"Sam!" he ran over to her and kneeled down by her head. He turned her over so that she was lying on her back, looking up at him. He could see through her shirt where the blood was coming from, so he quickly ripped his off and crumpled it into a ball, so he could try to stop the bleeding with it. He pressed it up against her chest and lifted her up so that her head and shoulders were resting in his lap. Her face was emotionless, he couldn't take it. "Sam, say something," He whispered.

Samantha took a few gulps and tried breathing. "… That was weird."

Sam smiled. "We killed it. The spirit's gone."

Samantha was afraid. She had no idea what had happened to her when the spirit died, or why she was bleeding from it. It was getting harder for her to breathe and it hurt. She needed to hold onto something. She reached up for anything and grabbed Sam's arm. He took his hand off the shirt that was holding pressure on her wound, and grabbed her hand.

Dean was watching everything. He was afraid that Samantha was going to die, and it was his fault. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

"I don't want to die," Samantha choked.

"You're not going to die." Sam lied.

She closed her eyes really tight and let some tears seep out and roll down her cheek. Sam watched her as her eyelids loosened like she was going to sleep.

"Sam, open your eyes," He said. "Look at me, ok?"

She tightened her eyelids again and blinked a few times before slowly opening them and looking straight into Sam's eyes. She could feel the pain in them.

"Just keep looking at me, ok?" He felt her grip tighten on his hand, so he tightened his, too.

"I don't know what happened, we just heard her screaming so we came in to check, ok?" Dean screamed into the phone. He finally hung up and started pacing around the room. "Dammit!" He threw his cell phone at the wall and it smashed into pieces. He ripped what was left of his shirt, off and threw it to the floor.

"Don't leave me," Samantha whispered.

"I'm not. I'm right here." Sam didn't want to cry and let her see how worried he was. He didn't want to scare her anymore than she was already was. "You're going to be alright. Ok? Just listen to me and don't fall asleep. Ok?"

Samantha nodded her head and let out a small whimper. "Why does your brother call you Sammy?"

He wasn't sure why she asked him that, but at least she was talking. "Because he doesn't want to admit that I'm growing up."

"Don't leave." Her breaths started to get shorter and quicker.

"I'm not leaving. Just relax." He looked over at Dean who was sitting in the corner, just watching them. He looked back at Samantha, who had her eyes closed. "Sam, open your eyes." He could hear the fear in his own voice. "Sam. Samantha."

She opened her eyes again and looked at Sam.

"The ambulance is coming, ok? You're going to be fine," he said to her.

"Let him call you Sammy."

"What?"

She coughed a few times and let out a breath of pain. "Don't grow up. Be Sammy." She tightened her grip on Sam's hand even more. "You're Sammy." She looked away and stared off.

"Sam, look at me."

She moved her eyes back again, to look at him, but they stared off again.

"Sam." He couldn't let her die. She couldn't die.

She let out a long breath and her grip on Sam's hand loosened. He tightened his grip, hoping she would too, but she didn't. Her eyes were just staring off at nothing, and Sam felt her entire body go limp. He let out a small whimper and shook her a bit. "Sam." He didn't want her to be dead. She couldn't be dead. "Samantha!"

"Sammy, she's gone," Dean said quietly from across the room.

"But she can't be! She doesn't deserve it!"

"Nobody does."

"Samantha." He looked into her eyes. They were staring back at him, but at the same time, they weren't. They were open, and they were looking towards him, but they weren't looking at him. There was no expression in them. Everything about her was gone. He started to cry and didn't care if Dean saw.

Dean got up and walked over to them. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder. "She's gone, Sam. There's nothing you can do."

"We shouldn't have let her come."

"She wanted to. This was something she had to do."

"She didn't want to die, Dean!"

That's when they heard the sirens from the ambulance. Sam saw the red lights coming through the window, but he didn't look up. He couldn't look away from Samantha. He put his hand over her face and shut her eyes.

Sam and Dean watched as they took her away. They even covered her up in a blanket, like in the movies. Sam couldn't have anyone else in his life die. He just met this girl, and it hurt him so much he couldn't breathe. Dean saw how much pain his little brother was in and gave him a hug. Sam hugged him back and cried into his shoulder. He felt like such a baby, but he couldn't help it. The girl was only 18 years old and she died. She died fighting for something that she believed in. She died fighting for the memory of her parents. Dean finally let go of his brother, and they watched the ambulance drive out of sight.

"Sam, I have to tell you something."

He didn't answer Dean, he just listened.

"When I got electrocuted, and I almost died, a while back… I saw something. I felt something."

"What?"

"I didn't want to tell you at first, I don't know why, it just seemed weird. But… When I blacked out, it felt good. It felt like I was safe. Like I had nothing to worry about. Like dying was ok."

Sam just nodded and wiped some tears from his face.

"I… I saw mom."

"You saw mom?"

Dean nodded and looked away. "She'll be ok. She's safe now."

Sam let the hot water from the shower pour over him and pound on his face. He didn't even do anything, he just stood there, like he was standing in the rain. His entire body was soar and felt heavy. It felt like he couldn't even lift his arms if he tried. All he could think about was Samantha. And his dad. Samantha, and his dad. Samantha died, and his dad almost died. He could never get along with his dad, but he loved him to death. He loved his dad and he loved his brother. He didn't want anything to happen to them. He didn't want to watch anything happen to them and be worried. He didn't want any of this anymore.

"I'm done," Sam said, walking out of the washroom, wrapped in a towel.

Dean was now dressed and cleaned up. "What do you mean you're done? Done with what?"

"This. Hunting. I'm not doing it anymore. I can't handle it anymore."

"You say that now, but I know you'll be there with me, next time we hear about something."

Sam shook his head and sat down on the bed. "Before Sam died… She told me to be Sammy."

"Be Sammy?"

"She said not to grow up."

"Well that's kind of unavoidable."

"I think she meant in my mind. Not to act so grown up all the time when I don't have to. I'm doing all these hunts, like I'm some hero, but I'm not. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm doing. I'm 22, Dean. I want to go back to school. I want to live my life without having to worry if I'm going to die the next day."

"But you won't."

"You almost did! More than once! Dad almost did! Sam did! Meg did! I just…"

"Sam. Calm down. Just take a break. But this is what you do. And you know it. This is what we do. We can talk about this later. It's been a rough couple of days."

Sam nodded and grabbed some clothes from his bag. "I'll get dressed and we can go see dad."

"Ya. Let's go see dad."

Umm… The end