I had a dream that we were dead
But we pretend that we still lived
With no regrets, we never bled
And we took everything life could give
And came up broken, empty handed in the end
…...

Had a dream that fire fell
From an opening in the sky
And someone warned me of this hell
And I spit in his naive eye
And left him crying for my soul he said would die
In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find
Is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming
…...

I don't know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real
But I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window
I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead
Watching you
Long enough to know I can't go on

Flyleaf – This Close

Even though I'd somehow managed to keep Dean from finding out about me getting sick, I knew I wouldn't be able to for long. At some point we would be out somewhere and I'd get sick and he'd start asking enough questions to make my head spin, rightfully so. Or worse he'd take me to the doctor. And I'd have no choice but to tell him I'd known all this time and didn't say anything.

I knew he wouldn't be mad. Hell, I even thought he'd be happy. Still, there was something nagging at the back of my head, stopping me every time. But not today.

This morning Dean had gone to take the garbage out, and while he was outside, I resolved myself to the fact that I was going to the store, I was going to get a pregnancy test, I was going to confirm what I already knew to be true and I was going to tell him. Come hell or high water, he was going to find out today.

After pulling in a deep breath, I threw my hair up in a ponytail, changing into a tank top and some jeans and a pair of sneakers. As I pulled on my jacket by the front door, it dawned on me that I had no reason for going to the store. And while I was definitely going to tell Dean today, I wanted to have the pregnancy test over and done with just to be absolutely sure.

I quickly ran back to the kitchen, taking the nearly full half gallon of milk out of the refrigerator, dumping it down the drain just as Dean came back inside, looking surprised to see me there.

"Well, good morning Cherry Pie." He smiled.

"Morning, baby." I replied, forcing a smile on my face, trying to break through the crippling nervousness I felt.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, furrowing my brow as he looked at the bottle in my hands. "What-"

"We don't have milk. I was gonna run to the store and get some."

"Babe, it's nine in the morning Saturday. Don't worry about it, go back to sleep."

"I'm up, I just figured I might as well. Plus when I get back I can make waffles then." I smiled, seeing him debate whether or not the waffles were more important than me getting a few more hours of sleep. I walked over to him, placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'll be back in a little bit, okay?"

"Okay." Dean nodded, kissing my forehead.

Once at the store, I kept looking over my shoulder, feeling like someone was watching me. I thought back a few years ago when I was doing this same thing, making my way down the isles until I got to the pregnancy tests, carefully plucking one off the shelf.

It was then I remembered the man I'd run into at the store. It all made sense now. Even then Castiel was watching me, he never stopped. He said he hadn't been down to earth in years, but that was clearly a lie.

Everything will be as it should, he'd said.

Thinking back on that now, I scoffed. What bullshit.

DPOV

After Tori left, I headed into the garage, aimlessly re-organizing things that didn't need to be re-organized. All I could do was think about her. She was acting really, really strange lately – jumpy. I wanted to ask her, but I didn't want to make things worse.

I knew what happened with Sam still bothered her, it still bothered me. I couldn't stop worrying about him no matter how much I tried to just get on with life like he wanted me to. But it wasn't easy. There were so many times that I'd picked up a trail, fighting every urge to hunt whatever it was. But I always thought back to Tori, I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't get us involved with that again, not if we actually got out. She deserved to be happy, she didn't deserve a hunter's life.

A cold chill ran through me as I felt a presence behind me, turning around to see Azazel standing there, smirking at me. "Hiya, Dean. Look what the apocalypse shook loose. You have fun sniffing that trail? 'Cause I sure had fun patting you around."

"You can't be..." I trailed off, looking at him in shock.

"Oh, sure I can!"

"No."

"Yeah, kiddo. The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that sugar. Speaking of sugar...how's your little angel doing? She still taste just sweet as before?" Azazel asked, cocking an eyebrow as I sneered. "You know, I never really told you this, but what I wouldn't do to have a nice, long night with her. Just like I did with your mommy."

"You motherfucker-" I hissed, pulling out the gun I'd taken from the attic, shooting him in the chest.

"Really? After all we've been through together? You know, you got a great little life here. Beautiful woman, real understanding of all your fuck up's. How do you keep your lawn so green? I mean, come on, Dean. You never been what I'd call brainy, but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this? You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal. You can't outrun your past."

With every word, Azazel stepped closer until his hands were around my throat, I felt the air leaving my lungs and everything went back.

TPOV

After a stress-filed ride home, I pulled into the driveway, getting out of the car, making my way to the front door, unlocking it.

"Dean? Baby?" I called as I headed into the kitchen to put the milk away, finding a note stuck to the fridge.

Went over to Tim's to help fix something, be back soon.

- Dean

A feeling of relief washed through me then. I was alone. Hopefully Dean would be at the neighbors for at least a half hour so I didn't have to worry about dodging him. I could just do what I had to do.

Plucking the pregnancy test from the bag, I made my way into the bathroom, taking in a few deep breaths before taking the test out of the box, scanning over the instructions quickly before stuffing them back in the garbage. I did what I had to, placed the test on the counter on a tissue, wash my hands… and then the waiting began.

When the ten minutes was up, I took another deep breath, holding it as I held up the stick, my heart both dropping into my stomach and soaring at the same exact time. Positive. It was positive. I pulled the second test I got just to be sure, did it again and had the same reaction. Positive.

The tears filled my eyes as I breathed heavily, shocked. I didn't even know how this happened, I took birth control, but it was real, I was pregnant.

DPOV

My eyes fluttered open to a dark room, some sunlight shining through the various slits in the curtains that hung on the wall. Out of the corer of my eye, I saw something move, looking up to see...Sam standing there, staring down at me. I stared back blankly.

"Hey, Dean. I was expecting, uh, I don't know, a hug, some holy water in the face – something." Sam muttered.

"So I'm dead, right? This is heaven? Yellow Eyes killed me, and now-" I paused, thinking of Tori. When she gets back, she's next. No… "Tori-"

"Wait, Yellow Eyes?"

"Yeah and he's gonna kill Tori-"

"Yellow Eyes? That's what you saw?"

"Wait, saw?" I asked.

"You were poisoned. So whatever kind of crazy shit you think you been seeing, it's not real."

"So then...are you real? Or am I still-"

"I'm real. Here, let me save you the trouble." Sam said, cutting himself with a silver blade with no reaction before pouring some salt into a jug of water, drinking some of it, grimacing. "That's nasty."

Tears involuntarily welled up in my eyes as I looked up at my little brother. "Sammy?"

"Yeah, it's me." Sam nodded. Without hesitation, I hugged him, pulling back a moment later.

"Wait a minute. You were - you were gone, man. I mean, that was it. How the hell are you-"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean, no idea. I-I'm just back."

"Well, was it God, or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it?"

"You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is. I mean, I was... down there, and then, next minute, it's raining, and I'm lying in that field, alone. It's kind of hard to go looking for whatever saved you when you got no leads. But I looked. I mean, believe me, I looked... for weeks."

"Wait, weeks? How long have you been back, Sam?"

Sam glanced down before looking back up at me. "About a year."

"About a year!?" I exploded, angry. "You've been back practically this whole time?! What, did you lose the ability to send a fucking text message?!"

"You and Tori finally had what you wanted."

"We wanted you alive, Sam!"

"You wanted a normal life. You have for a long time, maybe the whole time. I know you. You only gave it up because of the way we lived. But you and Tori, you had something, and you were building something. Had I shown up, the both of you would have just run off. I'm sorry. But it felt like after everything, you guys deserve some regular life."

I paused a moment, finding it hard to argue with him there. Despite thoughts of him invading my mind, this past year had been one of the best. "What have you been doing?"

"Hunting."

"You were flying solo?"

"Not solo."

"What?"

"I hooked up with some other people."

"You? Working with strangers?"

"They're more like family. And they're here." Sam said, leading me into an adjoining room where a few people, two men and one woman, stood.

"Hey." The girl smiled.

"Hi." I nodded.

"My God, you have delicate features for a hunter."

"Excuse me?"

"Dean, Gwen Campbell." Sam introduced.

"Good to finally meet you." Gwen said. "Sam's gone on and on."

"And this is Christian... and Mark. Campbell."

"Campbell?" I asked, looking to Sam. "Like-"

"Like your mom." Christian said.

"Third cousins." Sam said, pointing to Gwen and Christian before pointing to Mark. "Something, something twice removed. They grew up in the life, like Mom and like us."

"I thought all of Mom's relatives were gone. And I'm sorry. It's just, you know, why didn't we know about any of you?" I asked.

"'Cause they didn't know about you. Not until I brought you all together." A low voice spoke from one of the other rooms, stepping out into view.

"Samuel?"

"Guys, give me a second with my grandsons here, please." Samuel said. Mark, Christian and Gwen left, leaving Sam and I alone with our...grandfather. "Lot of resurrections in your face today. It's all right. Take a minute."

"It's gonna take a little more than a minute. I mean, what the hell? H-how did this happen?"

"We're guessing whatever pulled Sam up pulled me down. So, whatever this is, we're both a part of it."

"But you don't know what that is."

"Bingo."

"And you have no leads? Nothing?" I asked, seeing them shake their heads. "Well, this- this is, uh...no more doornails coming out of that door, is there?"

"As far as we know, it's Samuel, and it's me." Sam shrugged.

"Okay, am I the only one here that- that- that thinks that this can't all just be fine?"

Samuel shook his head. "Believe me, you're not. I wanted to come get you, of course. Sam was adamant about leaving you out, so we did. Until this."

"Right. So, then you ended up in my garage how?" I asked Sam.

"I got hit before you did, few days ago." Sam replied. "Dosed up with poison."

"By?"

"A couple of djinn."

"Djinn? I thought those were cave-dwelling hermit-type. That's pretty exotic."

"Not anymore, at least. These...look like regular people. They can blend in. And all they got to do to kill you is touch you. Their toxins get in your system, all of a sudden you're hallucinating your worst nightmares, and pretty soon you O.D."

"Well, then how are you breathing air?"

"Samuel had a cure."

I raised an eyebrow, looking to Samuel. "You got a cure for djinn poison?"

"Oh, I know a few things. Stick around, I'll show you tricks your daddy never even dreamed of." Samuel muttered.

"Uh, okay." I mumbled, looking away. "So why are these things after us?"

"Well, you did stake one a while back."

"After they came after me, we were pretty certain that they were gonna go gunning for you and Tori next."

"Oh my god, Tori." I breathed, fear filling me instantly. "She's got to be back by now, if that thing comes back and catches her off guard-"

"It's alright." Samuel said. "I already sent someone over there to watch her."

"You got to take me home right now." I said fiercely.

TPOV

After taking a bath to calm myself down and cleaning up the bathroom, I headed back out into the kitchen, seeing my phone screen light up. I grabbed it, reading that I had about five missed calls from Dean. Before I could call him back, the front door slammed open. I looked to see a worried Dean running in, and before I could even say a word, he pulled me into his arms.

"Um, hi." I mumbled into his chest.

"Where the hell were you?" Dean asked, holding the tops of my arms.

"At the store, you knew that. You were gone when I came back. I read your note, so-"

"Note? What note?"

"The note you left. Dean, listen, I-" I let out a heavy breath. "I have something to tell you."

"Tori-"

"This is important. I've seen psyching myself up for this for the past hour-"

"You can tell me later."

"Maybe I can, but I don't want to. Dean, I just-" I swallowed, deciding to bite the bullet. "Dean, I'm-" My voice caught in my throat as I looked over Dean's shoulder at who had just walked in. My chest heaved and constricted at the sight of him in the doorway, my mouth dropping open in surprise and shock. "Sam?"

"Hi Tori." He muttered.

"Wh-"

"I'm back."

"Are you, you?" I asked, looking to Dean.

"He's him, trust me. Baby, listen, we- we have to go." Dean said, trying to pull me towards the front door.

"How? Wait, what is going on?"

"We-"

"What the hell is going on?" I snapped, breaking out of his grasp. "Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to Bobby's."

"Why?"

"Djinn. They're here, they're coming for us."

"Wh- what?"

"Just let me take care of this and then I'll come get you-" Dean muttered, looking at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry."

With that I fell numb, letting him pull me outside as my mind ran a mile a minute, tears filling my eyes. Sam watched me, placing a hand on my shoulder as we went.

Djinn? We hadn't dealt with anything in a year. There wasn't anything- oh god. The baby. How would we…? How could we…? But Dean didn't even know and I couldn't tell him now. If I did he'd make go to Bobby's and I- no. I need to be with him.

Standing by a car outside was three people I didn't recognize and Sam and Dean's grandfather. I looked at him with wide eyes, glancing back to Dean with the same expression. He swallowed hard. I just stared in shock, feeling my hands shaking.

"He's back, too." Dean mumbled.

"My god. You look just like Elizabeth." Samuel watched me, shaking his head before looking to Dean, then back to me. "We need to get you out of here."

"Why?" I asked.

"You're a mess, for one. We need to get rid of this Djinn before it hurts somebody else-"

"I know what I'm doing." I said, my voice hard. If there was one thing I hated, it was being underestimated. So, I pulled in a deep breath, forcing myself to stop shaking, looking over at Dean. I won't let this monsters just burst into our lives and take away everything...not now. "What's the plan?"

"Take you to Bobby's." Dean said.

"I'm not going to Bobby's. I want these things out of here. So, what's the plan?"

"Well, right now, we stock up, get set." One of the two men I didn't recognize said.

"So there is no plan."

"We'll find 'em. Just got to be patient."

"Yeah, okay. Here's an idea. Why don't we go kill the assholes that broke into our home?"

"Relax, Tori. We got it handled."

"And who are you, exactly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. This guy was already getting on my nerves.

"Christian. Sam and Dean's cousin."

"Cousin?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. So is Gwen. And Mark. They're Campbells."

"Campbells? Like- like-"

"Mary Campbell, yeah." Christian said. "Listen, Djinn are hard to draw out. Now, the two of you have been out of the game for a while. Why don't you go and leave it to the professionals."

Dean glared at him, taking step in front of me. "Tiny suggestion. You see, djinn are easier to draw out when you got bait. They want me, Sam and Tori. They know where we live. Now, I haven't been hunting in a while, but I'm gonna stick my neck out and guess that here's a pretty good place for us to go. See? It's almost like I'm a professional."

Back inside the house, Gwen picked up one of the books on the table, examining it. Mark took a framed picture of Dean and I that Kim had taken while we were over at their house for the forth of July, staring at it.

I took it from him, placing it back down. "How about you don't touch our stuff, okay?"

Mark put his hands up, stepping away from me. I glanced over at Sam, seeing that he'd picked up a golf magazine, looking to Dean and I with a raised eyebrow. "Golf? Really?"

"What? It's sport." Dean defended.

"Nice house you two got." Samuel said as everyone moved through the house, staying back in the living room with me, the both of us alone.

"Oh, yeah. Go ahead, say it. Call me a soccer mom. Whatever." I shrugged.

"Soccer mom, huh? Well, I'll have to look that up on the intranet."

"You think I can do this."

"No."

"Oh, yeah?"

"You know, believe it or not, I get it. You wanted a normal life. Your mom wanted a normal life, too. Like Mary. She wouldn't have admitted it, but I could tell. You remind me of her. A lot. Especially with the attitude, for one. Do you know what's been going on the past few months?"

"No. Not really."

"I've never seen anything quite like it. Been working 'round the clock."

"So what is it?"

"We don't know. But whatever it is, it goes way past a couple of djinn acting off. Nocturnals attacking in broad daylight, werewolves out on the half-moon, creatures that we've never even seen before. We don't- we don't even know what they are. I'm knee-deep in half-eaten human hearts and exsanguinated 10-year-olds, and it's all making me...uneasy."

"Did you tell Dean all this?"

"Yes.

"And what's your theory?"

"You tell me. All we really know is it's all hands on deck. We're counting on each other right now. That's how it is with Campbells. We need you and Dean."

I shook my head, thinking about the baby. "Look, I hear you, but-"

"You don't know what you're part of."

"Believe me, I do." I said, seeing him raise an eyebrow. "My grandmother, Julia. She was a hunter. Her entire family was. That's how you and Deanna knew her, right?"

"Yes. And we raised Lizzie. She was like a daughter to me. What I'm saying is that we're Sam and Dean's blood. We're your family. And we're out there dying, trying to get in front of whatever this is. Maybe not the best time for golf."

"You think that's all this is? It's more than that. So much more." I muttered with a scoff, turning away from him, leaving the room.

Not too long after, we had somewhat of a plan set in place. Mark was outside in his truck, watching for all the Djinn. And, apparently, there were four waiting in the trees.

"Those djinn are just sitting out there, watching us." Dean muttered, looking back to the group that had gathered in the living room. "Everybody's got to clear out."

"What?" Christian asked.

"They're not gonna come in here until me and Sam are alone."

"You and Sam?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Tori, please. Just leave with everyone else."

"You know they probably want me too, right? Whose to say they'll come if it's just you and Sam? I'm staying, Dean."

Dean stared into my eyes for a moment, seeing that I wasn't about to change my mind, he looked to the ground with a sigh. "Fine. The three of us will stay."

"So, what, I'm supposed to leave you here with no backup?" Samuel asked.

"Dean's right. So is Tori." Sam said. "They'd wait till they weren't outnumbered."

"Alright, we won't be far. You call when they come, you hear? We're out of here."

Samuel and the three others all packed up their weapons and left, leaving Sam, Dean and I all alone in the house. We stood around the kitchen, leaning against the island in the middle.

"You okay?" Sam asked me quietly.

"Oh, sure." I mumbled sarcastically, shooting him a look. "Sam how- how in the hell are you out?"

"I have no idea."

"What do you mean?"

"It was just like- like one second I was there and then the next-"

"So you don't remember anything? From the cage?" I pressed, not buying what he was selling.

"No, I do."

Dean looked up at his brother. "Do you want to-"

"No."

"Well, if anybody can relate..."

"Dean, I don't want to talk about it. I'm back. I get to breathe fresh air, have a beer, hunt with my family, see you guys again. So why exactly would I want to think about Hell?"

"I just don't understand. You, Saumel?" I asked. "Why here and now?"

"Well, it's been longer than just now..." Sam trailed off.

"What does that mean?"

"I've been- I've been back for a year."

"A year!?"

"Yeah."

Feeling anger rush through me, I slapped him hard on the arm, gritting my teeth. "What the fuck is wrong with you!? Why didn't you tell us!?"

"I wanted you guys to have the life you deserved."

"A life that was tainted by worrying and thinking about you every single day!"

"I- I'm sorry."

"You don't sound sorry." I muttered, narrowing my eyes at him. Sam raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side slightly, a strange look in his eyes.

"Holy shit." Dean breathed, staring out of the window with open eyes, darting towards the door. I followed his gaze seeing Sid and Kim being attacked in their living room.

"No!"

"They're already dead, and you know it!" Sam called out as we ran, ignoring him.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt someone grab me from behind. "It's time for you to go."

Suddenly, I looked down, seeing a small boy and girl both standing next to me. "Mommy?"

"No..." I whispered, looking at them with sad eyes. Dean stood next to me, the same look of worry on his face.

Suddenly, Lucifer appeared, his eyes glowing red as he ripped them away from me. "Hiya Vicki. I'm gonna need to borrow them real quick."

Just as I tried to take them back, a demon grabbed me from behind, restraining me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another one grab Dean, who struggled to get free. "Let me go you son of a bitch!"

"No!" I cried, seeing Castiel appear in the corner of the room. "Cas! Casl, help, please!"

"I can't, Victoria." The angel replied.

"Stop!" I shouted, kicking against the demon's grip as Lucifer tightened his on the scared children. The demon that was retraining Dean pulled out a long blade, running it across his throat, blood spilling out. "No!"

"Listen, Vicki, you brought this on yourself. You should've helped me while you had the chance. This is just what needs to happen now."

"No!" I screamed as he disappeared from view, taking the two with him, the sound of Dean's body hitting the ground with a thud.

DPOV

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the Djinn grab Tori by the shoulders, but before I could do anything, someone wrapped their hand around my neck. "You made it through that last trip, so how about a big, fat double dose? Bad news, it'll kill you. The good news? At least you'll go fast. That's for our father, you son of a bitch."

Suddenly, Tori was standing in front of me, Azazel behind her, his hands resting on her hips, his lips on her neck. She looked at me, the light draining from her fear-filled eyes, turning them dead. "Dean..."

"Don't worry, sweetheart." Azazel cooed in her ear. "Everything's gonna be just fine."

"Let her go you son of a bitch." I hissed.

"I don't think so. I'm having too much fun." He smiled, running his hands across her stomach, underneath her chest. With gritted teeth, I lunged towards him, reaching for Tori, when suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, her back was against the wall and she began sliding up towards the ceiling. "There, there, kiddo."

"Stop it! Tori!"

"Dean." She cried, the life and fear returning back into her eyes as she struggled, realizing what was happening "Dean!"

"It's all your fault." Azazel muttered.

"Tori!" I screamed, my voice breaking as she reached the ceiling.

"Dean!" Tori sobbed. "Help me!"

"This, something else...we both know that's details. There's something's coming for this one, and you can't stop it. It's all your fault."

A hot fire burst out around Tori on the ceiling, the flame engulfing her as she let out blood curdling screams that shook me to my core. "No!"

TPOV

After what felt like an eternity of darkness, my eyes fluttered open and I looked around, seeing that I was lying on the couch in mine and Dean's living room.

"Oh, thank god." Dean breathed, walking over to my side.

"Wh= what happened?" I asked.

"You were attacked." Sam said.

"Yeah. But how are we still alive?"

"Samuel knows a cure." Dean said, pulling me in for a tight hug. I couldn't help but hug him back just as tightly, the images of his throat being slit playing through my mind. "I'm just glad you're okay, Cherry Pie."

"Me too. I'm glad you're alright." I muttered into his shoulder.

"Listen, uh, I'm meeting Samuel and everyone else back at their place. You guys coming with me?" Sam asked.

Dean and I shared a look, silently making our decision. Dean shook his head, looking back to his brother. "No. We're staying here."

"I thought you said-"

"I changed my mind."

"Look, I practically shoved you into this."

"That's a weird way to put it." I mumbled.

"I'm just saying, I really wanted this for you. And when I told you to go, I-I thought you could have it, you know? But now I'm not so sure. I mean, you got to consider the fact that you'll be putting yourselves in danger. Any kids you guys might have, they'll be in danger too."

I swallowed hard at Sam's words, stopping myself from placing a hand on my stomach like I instinctively wanted to. Dean just shook his head, taking my hand in his. "They would be anyway. At least this way they won't have to grow up to be what we were. I'm sorry, Sam. We gotta go with the best option.

"I hear you. I guess I just wish you were coming, that's all."

"Why?" I asked.

"Tori." Sam scolded, shaking his head. "You know."

"You know plenty of good hunters. Dean and I have to face it, we're rusty. We both did something seriously stupid back there. Something that almost got us killed. Maybe Samuel was right."

"No. He wasn't. And what you did? That's exactly why I want you."

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked.

"You just went. You didn't hesitate. Because you both care, and that's who you are. Me? I wouldn't even think to try."

"Yes, you would."

"No. I'm telling you, it's just better with you around. That's all."

Dean let out a sigh, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket, standing in front of Sam. "Listen, she should be hunting. Take her."

"Thanks. Really. But I already got my car set up how I like it. I should hit the road."

"We'll walk you out." I said, standing up, walking with the boys towards the door. The boys. God, it's been a long time since I've said that.

Once we reached the door, Sam moved outside to the porch, watching both Dean and I with a strange expression. "You're sure about this?"

"Yeah, Sammy." Dean nodded. "We're sure."

"Keep in touch, okay?" I asked. "Please?"

"'Course. It was really good to see you again." Sam muttered. With that, he turned and left. Dean and I watched as he got in his car, speeding away.

After everything that happened today, both Dean and I just went to bed, neither one of us sleeping – though we didn't say a word to each other. I couldn't help but think about what Sam had said, how dangerous this life would be for our kids.

I knew that was the truth. So what was I supposed to do?

Poor Soulless Sam... :)

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