Warnings: Angst. Violence. Death.

Bamby

EPOV

Acting quickly, I ducked back into the bedroom, closing the door as softly as possible so he wouldn't hear me. Pressing myself against the wall, I looked around, trying to find an exit.

It occurred to me then that there was none. We were in the middle of nowhere with no phone reception, and the keys to the only available vehicle were out in the kitchen. Besides, that vehicle was parked right outside the front door. Even if I could manage to fight my shaking hands and hotwire the car, I still couldn't get to it. Unless...

My eyes flicked to the bathroom door attached to the bedroom. It's not like I could use the bedroom window, it led straight into poison ivy and thorn bushes that sat right near a steep and rocky descent. So, the only way I was going to get out of here was to climb through the small window in the bathroom...

SPOV

I walked into Cole's room, looking around, trying to find him. When I saw his closest door open a crack, I moved over to take a seat right outside the closest, sliding down the wall and planting myself on the ground.

"This all must be pretty overwhelming, huh? Pretty scary, too."

"The worst is my mum."

"Must be hard seeing her like this," I noted.

He peaked out of the shadows. "She's always coming in here, talking to me, telling me how sad she is. I knock some stuff over to let her know I'm here, but... she only gets sadder."

I gave a little laugh. "Well, you might want to ease up on the flying soccer balls."

"I'm not telling you where the smoke is."

I thought about how to approach the situation, before speaking again. "Hey. What if I told you that if you helped me, you wouldn't have to leave here? Ever?"

"What about the one downstairs?"

"Tessa?" I shook my head. "Oh, she wouldn't bother you. No reaper would. You could just stay here with your family for as long as you wanted."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah, you bet I can do that."

"You swear?"

I hesitated for only a moment before answering. "I swear."

It was a lie. I knew I had no control over what Tessa or any reaper did. But if we wanted to find the demons in town, then I had to do whatever it took to get Cole talking. If that meant telling a little lie, then so be it.

DPOV

Cole's mum was gone, leaving Tessa and me alone in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. I was waiting for Sam to come back with some news, while Tessa gave a light chuckle, pacing slowly.

"I'll tell you," she started, "life is funny."

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged. "You and me, together again."

I was taken aback, not entirely sure if I was understanding her properly. "Are you... are you making a move on me?"

She shook her head, but I felt like it wasn't a no. It was more a shake of amusement. "You're the one that got away, Dean. You'd be surprised how little that happens to me."

I looked her up and down briefly. "Can I tell you something between you and me?"

"Who am I gonna tell?"

Nodding, I opened up to her. "After our little, uh, experience... for that whole year, I felt like I had this... hole in my gut. Like I was missing something. I didn't know what. Do you know what it was? It was you. The pain of losing my father and Sammy. I just... I wish I had gone with you for good. But I guess things are different now."

"What? The angels on your shoulder?"

"So, you know about that, huh?" I asked, earning a shrug from her. "Well, hey, don't get me wrong. I mean, most of the ones I've met are dicks with wings. But still... you know, I've done things. Horrible things. And someone upstairs still decided to give me a second chance. It just makes me feel... I don't know."

"Uh-huh."

I tilted my head at her tone and body language, sure that she didn't believe me, or that she felt like it was all nonsense. But before I could ask her, before I could confirm my suspicions, someone cleared their throat behind me.

I turned to see Sam returning with Cole right behind him. "Hey, guys."

Tessa turned her attention to Cole, smiling kindly and gently at him. "Hey, Cole. I'm Tessa. I'm not going to hurt you."

When the kid looked to Sam, my brother nodded reassuringly. "It's okay, Cole. Just tell them what you told me."

Taking a breath, Cole faced Tessa and me again. "I saw the black smoke at my funeral."

"At the cemetery?" I asked him.

"At the funeral home. It was everywhere."

Before he could go on, the lights began to flicker...

I looked to Tessa. "You doing that?"

She shook her head. "No."

Suddenly the front door burst open as black smoke poured into the house, filling every corner. We all ducked away from it as it surrounded us, blinding us. There was no getting away.

When it cleared up and I found myself still standing in Cole's house, I was surprised. When I saw Sam and Cole, I was surprised again. But when I realised Tessa was missing, I realised what had just happened.

"Tessa!"

Sam turned to Cole, to make sure he wasn't hurt or anything. "Cole, you okay?" he asked, getting a nod from the kid.

I moved to stand in front of the two of them, looking to my brother. "Well, how the hell are we supposed to fight that?"

"I don't know. Learn some ghost moves?" Sam suggested.

"By tonight?" I asked as he shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you back at Mr Miyagi's."

"Who's Mr Miyagi?"

We both looked to Cole...

EPOV

Taking a deep breath, I headed for the bathroom door, still trying to be as quiet as possible. I knew if Tristan found out I was awake, he'd come in to check on me. I just knew it. If I wanted to get out of here, I had to make sure he didn't find out I was up and moving about.

Once in the bathroom, I carefully closed the door behind me before moving to the toilet. Putting the lid down, I climbed up to stand on it. Reaching for the window above, I slowly and gently began to unlock it, edging it open bit by bit. I could tell it was going to be a tight fit...

A knock at the door had me freeze. "Lizzie? You in there?"

I quickly turned to look at the door, lifting a hand to lock it. "I'll be right out," I called to him, hoping he'd leave me alone then.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking...

The door handle rattled as Tristan tried to get in. "Lizzie? Everything okay?"

"Uh... no. No, I'm not feeling too well. I feel like I'm gonna be sick. I don't want you to see me like this," I called to him as I began to climb up to the window to escape.

When there was no response, no more rattling of the door handle, I honestly believed that he'd listened, that he was gone and that he'd leave me alone. Why would I think otherwise? It's not like he had any reason to think I knew he was a demon...

So, I continued to escape, pulling myself up and squeezing through the small window. I almost got stuck halfway through but managed to get myself out of there. The fact there was a tree right outside the window helped. It meant I could climb onto it and then down to the ground, instead of falling right away.

Still unbalanced and shaky, I got to my feet and began to creep around the building, towards the car. The moment I got to the corner of the cabin and looked around, I let out a soft sigh of relief. The coast was clear...

Taking a deep breath, I built up the courage before I made a break for it, running as fast as I could.

Every time my feet hit the ground my bones felt like hollow glass bottles, rattling inside me. My head pounded in time with my rapidly beating heart. My eyes watered at the pain, blurring my vision. It was all so hard, but if I wanted to get out of this alive, if I wanted to get away from Tristan, then I had to push through.

Just keep going. I told myself repeatedly, hoping motivation would keep me from collapsing and giving up right then and there. You're almost at the car, just a few more steps. You can do it.

As I finished my pep talk, my hand landed on the cold, metal handle of the driver's side door. All the pain in me thrummed in the background as I took a split second to internally celebrate my victory.

With no more time to lose, I carefully pried the door open. Leaning in, I pulled the cover of the compartment under the wheel out from where it sat and began to work on the wires. My hands shook uncontrollably, making it hard to get a grip on the wires I needed. But as I tried and tried again, I managed to finally hotwire the vehicle. The engine roared to life.

"Where do you think you're going?"

DPOV

Standing out on the porch, I focussed on the miniature windmill in front of me, trying to get it to move. But it was harder than I thought it was going to be...

"It's not gonna move if you don't concentrate," Cole noted.

"I am concentrating," I snapped, before taking a breath and focussing again. After a second or two, the windmill moved. "Ah, here we go, baby." I smiled.

Then it stopped.

Cole looked up at me. "You pull a muscle?"

"All right, Yoda, let's see what you got." I gestured to the windmill.

He turned his attention to it, looking at it with complete concentration. Soon enough, it began to move. Along with the porch swing. Even the wind chimes started chiming, causing Sam to give a short chuckle.

Grinning, I looked down at Cole. "Dude! You are so Amityville."

He grinned back at me. "This isn't even the good stuff."

SPOV

In the living room now, Cole stood in front of me, lifting his hand. Then, with a quick jab, he punched me in the stomach, making me fold over. "See? If you want to hit something, you just got to get mad," he told me.

I straightened up. "Yeah, got it."

He turned to Dean. "Now you try. Hit me."

Dean shook his head. "Uh, I think I'll stick to just picking on somebody my own size." He gestured to me.

Nodding, Cole then lifted his hand and slapped Dean right across the face. I laughed as Dean rubbed his cheek which was even a little pink.

Cole came back over to me. "Hit me as hard as you can."

There was no way I was doing that. "Dude, I'm not gonna do Fight Club with a twelve-year-old."

He suddenly hit me across the face. Hard.

I shook it off but was still a little annoyed. "All right, cut it out."

"Make me," he said before taking another swing.

I blocked the hit easily and moved to get my own hit in. But before my fist could touch him, Cole vanished in thin air. Just as suddenly, he reappeared in the corner.

Dean grinned. "Whoa. Whoa, you got to teach us that."

EPOV

I spun around to attack, but before I had the chance to, I was already pulled away from the car and thrown to the ground.

My lungs felt like they were on fire as I coughed, trying to regain my breath. I began to crawl away as best as I could. But try as I might, I could hear Tristan right behind me, closing in despite the fact he was walking at a leisurely pace...

"So? You wanna answer my question?" He sounded amused, which just made me want to punch his pretty-boy face in.

"I don't have to tell you, demon," I spat.

He laughed. I mean, he actually laughed. Like this was the most amusing thing in the world to him.

"Took your time." His feet came to stop right next to my head as I still lay in the dirt- no longer trying to crawl away. "You know, when I was first put on your case, when Lilith said she wanted me to keep an eye on you, to prep you... I thought she was nuts." He shook his head. "I mean, you're Elizabeth Rose Hart. You have a name as big as the Winchesters'. So, when I was sent to watch you, I thought I would last five minutes. Ten at the most.

"But no." He crouched down next to me. "No, I lasted months. And I went above and beyond. I was told to befriend you. Keep you safe. Help you grow. Get you ready for what's to come. I was never told to get this close." Lifting a hand, he reached over to brush my hair out of my face as I glared up at him. "Becoming your boyfriend, slipping between those juicy thighs of yours," he let out a hum as his eyes scanned my body, "that was just the cherry on top."

"You're sick," I snarled.

Chuckling, he shook his head at me. "No. You are." Taking a deep breath, he reached around his back and pulled out a knife. "I mean that literally, Lizzie. You're not well. Look at you." He gestured to where I lay in the dirt. "A few weeks ago, you were pulling demons out of bodies. You were setting things on fire with your mind. Now? Now you're lying in the dirt, by the feet of a demon. You can be so much more. You can be the woman you're meant to be. All you have to do is drink." Bringing the blade of the knife to his wrist, he made a small cut.

I watched as blood seeped from the wound, a few drops dripping to the ground. "If you think I'm gonna drink that, then you're insane."

He chuckled again. "Sweetheart, it's already inside you."

Everything in me froze at his words. "What...?"

"Come on." He grinned. "Don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet."

It was like a slap to the face. The pills. The little red pills. He'd given them to me. There'd been no name, or instructions on how to take them. They'd just been in a little orange container. I'd trusted him enough to do as he said. I trusted him and believed that they really would help me concentrate. I never second-guessed his motives or the drug.

That's what they were. Drugs.

He'd poisoned me without me realising it. I'd been taking those pills for months now. I'd even started to take more than he'd told me to in the beginning. I hadn't put the pieces together and realised that the reason why my powers were growing was because of the pills. I'd just thought I was growing, just like Sam was...

"Oh, my God."

"God's got nothing to do with it, sweetheart." He continued to grin down at me. "Now, why don't you be a good girl, and drink." Bring his hand closer to my mouth, he practically forced it against my lips, making the crimson liquid drip into my mouth.

I struggled, but there was honestly no point. I was too weak, and he was too strong, and if I'm being honest... my body craved the blood.

My mind knew it was wrong. I knew it was wrong. But I'd been so dependent on it for months now, and after going without it for so long, it was like my body didn't know how to cope without the poison.

I let the liquid flow down my throat. I let it warm my insides and settle my pain, even though I knew this was so very, very wrong.

"That's it." He stroked my hair as my own hands grabbed his arms, pulling him closer to my lips. "Good girl." I swear he was almost purring.

We stayed like that for a moment longer, but to me, it felt like an eternity. I knew what I was doing was wrong and that I should stop. But it felt too good. I was already feeling better, and stronger.

DPOV

Sam and I stood outside the funeral home, looking up at the glowing walls. Well, it wasn't the walls that were glowing, it was the symbols on them. People were walking past, as if they couldn't see it. But we could. It was bright and big and like nothing I'd ever seen before.

"This looks like New Jack City," I noted. "Can nobody can see this?"

Sam shrugged. "Maybe it's demon invisible ink. Only see it in the veil."

"Any idea what it's for?"

"We'll find out," was the only answer Sam could offer before we moved.

The door was open, surprisingly. Like an open invitation. We stepped inside, cautiously, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. But mostly for any signs of reapers.

We eventually came to a large, open room. Hidden behind the corner, we looked to the demon pacing in the room, keeping guard on the two bodies lying in a weird symbol I'd never seen before, on the floor, in the middle of the room. I may not have seen the symbol before, but I'd seen at least one of the bodies. Tessa...

I gave Sam's arm a tap. "Dude, check me out."

Taking a few steps towards the demon, I then did what Cole showed us and made myself disappear, before reappearing behind the demon. I gave his shoulder a tap, causing him to turn. As he did, I punched him right in the face.

But before he could recover and take a shot, I disappeared again.

Sam appeared behind him then, giving his other shoulder a tap. As the demon turned, Sam punched and then kneed the demon in the chest. The demon scurried away, but I still managed to kick him one last time before he hurried behind a coffin that was on display.

Sam and I just followed him, causally walking around.

"You know, this ghost thing, it's, it's kind of rad." I grinned at my brother.

Suddenly another guy came from behind the curtain, carrying a chain. He groaned and grunted, clearly in pain, but continued to stretch the chain as the first demon quickly scrambled out of the way, right as the second demon blocked Sam's and my path.

"It's iron," Sam noted as the two of us looked around in the nook where we stood.

The chain ran around the whole area. We were stuck.

"Boys. Find the place okay?" Another demon asked as he came from the way we'd entered the room. As he stopped just inside the open space, his eyes rolled back to whites.

Alastair.

EPOV

"There we go." Tristian gently pried his arm away from me.

Shifting on the spot, he slipped both of his arms around me both he stood, carrying me in his arms as he started for the house. Once we were inside, he set me on the couch, laying me down.

"That's a good girl," he smiled down at me as he began to stroke my hair once more.

My eye began to close as I felt his blood tingle inside me, warming everything, soothing everything. His gentle touch and soft voice were almost as good as the blood. I knew it was only a matter of moments before I would fall asleep.

A sharp and sudden pain tore a scream from my lips.

Eyes wide, I looked down at the knife now sticking in my stomach. The look on Tristan's face was unreadable. He was a completely different person. Hell, he wasn't a person at all.

"I really don't want to have to do this, but you'll be better soon and now that you know what I am you'll probably kill me." He began to slowly slide the knife out of me. "Don't worry. You'll come back, you always do. I just need enough time to get a head start," he explained.

I was unable to speak, unable to move as I lay there watching the blood pour from my stomach. I knew it was only a matter of time now... before long, I'd be dead.

The pain felt both foreign and familiar. As if I'd felt it before but blocked the memory.

This must be what it felt like, all those times I'd died before... I wonder how many times it's been now. How many times had I died?

There was obviously no way for me to answer the question. Even if I could have figured it out, there wasn't much time now. I could feel everything getting lighter like I was floating. I was a little dizzy, lightheaded. Everything was going blurry, getting darker. The last thing I remember was feeling a pair of lips pressing a kiss to my forehead before everything I was faded.

DPOV

Alastair's eyes turned back to human as he moved toward the chain. One of the other demons handed him a shotgun before he hurried of, followed by the other demon, leaving Sam and me alone with Alastair. Alastair checked the shotgun, aimed at me and then fired.

It hurt like a bitch. Hell, it hurt worse.

I reappeared, still stuck in the circle, still facing Alastair.

"Alastair." I glared. "You bastard."

Ignoring me, Alastair looked at Sam. "Well, go on. Why don't you try some of your mojo on me now, hotshot?" I glanced at a fuming Sam as Alastair went on. "It's hard to get it up when you're not wearing your meat, huh?"

"Go to hell," Sam sneered.

"Ah, if only I could." Alastair turned to cross the room. "But they just keep sending me back up to this arctic craphole."

"To kill death?" I asked.

"No, to kill death twice. It takes two to break a seal," Alastair explained. "I figured another one would show up, though. They're like lemmings." He pumped the shotgun and fired, hitting Sam, who disintegrated. Alastair just kept on walking, moving to the chain again. "By the way," he looked to me, "it's, uh, good to see you again, Dean."

"You can shoot us all you want, but you can't kill us," I snarled as Sam reappeared.

Alastair nodded. "Ah, that so?" Putting the gun down, he reached into the back of his pants, pulling out a scythe. "Anywho..." He started to turn the blade over in his hands as Sam and I watched him. "Moon's in the right spot. The board is set. Let's get started, shall we?"

"You're gonna kill a reaper with that?" I gestured to the scythe. "It's little on the nose, don't you think?"

"Is it? An old friend lent it to me. You know, he doesn't really ride a pale horse? But he does have three amigos." He grinned as he moved over to the reapers. "And they're just jonesing for the apocalypse." Kneeling next to the old, male reaper, Alastair pulled him up. "It pays to have friends in low places. Don't you think?" Putting the scythe behind the reaper's neck, he then began to chant. "Hic cruor messorius, illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit, aperiat ut resurgat!"

With a quick slash, he cut the reaper's throat, killing him.

As the reaper died, a bright, white-blue light shone from his body before he went limp...

Alastair dropped the body before straightening up and moving to Tessa. He grabbed her by the shoulder, pressing the scythe to her neck. The touch woke her up, though all she did was let out the lightest gasp as her eyes darted to Sam and I.

"Stop!" She struggled against him.

I glanced over at Sam, seeing him looking to me before his eyes flickered to a chandelier above Alastair... understanding his silent message, I turned my focus to the chandelier.

"Hic cruor messorius," Alastair started the chant, "illud sigillum, quod luciferem reverendum obstringit," the chandelier began to shake as Sam and I continued to focus on it, while Alastair kept chanting, "aperiat ut-"

Before he could finish, the chandelier fell, landing and breaking the symbol on the ground, setting Tessa free.

The moment she was free, she vanished before reappearing by the chain, which she unhooked for Sam and me.

I grinned at Alastair. "Bye-bye."

With that, Sam, Tessa and I got the hell out of there.

...

When Tessa and I appeared in the ally, Sam wasn't with us...

"Where's your brother?"

"I'll go find him," I told her. "You get out of here."

SPOV

I sat up suddenly, now back in my body and in the hotel room. But I was too late. Right as I came to, I watched as a demon pulled his knife out of Pamela's gut.

"Pamela!"

Seeing her fall to the ground, I lifted my hand and flung the demon across the room, holding him against the wall. Getting off the bed, I moved closer to the demon as I began to exorcise him with my mind. The moment the demon was out, the body it had been in slumped to the floor.

Turning to Pamela, I hurried over to crouch down to her level as she began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked, unable to hide the worry in my voice.

"I can't die. Not in this town," she noted, removing her hand from her injury. She wasn't even bleeding...

"Pamela-"

"Quit your worrying, grumpy. How about you make me a drink, huh?"

"You need a doctor."

But she wasn't having any of it. "Make me a drink, Sam."

DPOV

Looking for Sam, I stepped off the path and into the ally way, only to come to a stop at the sound of a particular voice.

"You can't run, Dean." Alastair stood in the ally, watching as I froze at the sight of him there. He began to step toward me slowly. "Not from me. I'm inside that angsty little noggin of yours."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, white lightning struck right where Alastair stood. I looked away quickly, because of its brightness, but when I straightened once more and turned to where the light had just been, both it and Alastair were gone...

"What the hell?"

"Guess again." I spun around to see Castiel standing behind me, a slight smug smirk on his face as he stood in a way so he wasn't facing me completely. "What just happened?" He went on, "You and Sam just saved a seal. We captured Alastair. Dean, this was a victory."

Recovering from his sudden appearance, I looked him up and down, unimpressed and displeased. "Well, no thanks to you."

"What makes you say that?" He gave me a pointed look.

It took me only a few seconds to understand what he was suggesting. "You were here the whole time?"

"Enough of it." he looked away again.

Now I was pissed. "Well, thanks for your help with the rock salt."

"That script on the funeral home, we couldn't penetrate it."

Oh... "That was angel-proofing."

"Why do you think I recruited you and Sam in the first place?" He looked at me once more.

Wait... What? "You recruited us?"

"Elizabeth didn't call Sam, Dean. She didn't tell him about the seal either."

"That was you?" When he turned away, again, I found my agitation growing. "If you want our help, why the hell didn't you just ask?"

"Because whatever I ask, you seem to do the exact opposite."

"So, what now, huh? The people in this town, they just gonna start dying again?"

"Yes," he answered. So simply and carelessly as if that didn't matter to him, and I guess it didn't. He is an angel after all.

"These are good people. What, you think you can make a few exceptions?"

"To everything, there is a season."

"You made an exception for me."

He paused for a moment, thinking it over before he looked to me as he responded. "You're different."

A pause stretched out between us, heavy and tense. I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him that he was wrong. I wanted to tell him that he had the wrong guy. But there was no point. He wouldn't listen. He wouldn't care. I was just a pawn to him. Wanted as long as I am needed.

Without saying anything else, he left.

"Dean?" I looked to my left, seeing Tessa step up to me. "I could use your help."

...

We were in the Griffith dining room. Cole stood off to the side, watching his mother as she flicked through a memory book of her son. She was gentle sobbing, clearly struggling with the pain of losing her son and feeling him near, while not actually being able to hold him.

"Hey, Cole."

Cole jumped at the sound of Tessa's voice, turning around to look at her. She now wore a white dress instead of the jeans and black jacket from before. She looked nicer, gentler, less intimidating and scary. Seeing her, Cole knew what was happening in a heartbeat.

He looked to me as I stood behind her. "Tell your brother thanks for nothing."

All I could do is look away with guilt.

Tessa sighed. "Look at her, Cole." She gestured to his mother. "Do you see how unhappy she is?"

"That's why I want to stay with her."

"As long as she can feel you, she'll be in pain, because she can't let go," Tessa noted as Cole looked over to his mum. "Because you won't let go of her."

Turning back to Tessa, I could see the fear in his eyes. "Why won't anybody tell me what's on the other side?"

Tessa gave a small, gentle shrug. "Maybe nobody wants to ruin the surprise," was all she was willing to say.

"That's not an answer," Cole countered.

"She won't answer you, Cole," I told him, knowing he wasn't going to let the question go, but that he also wasn't going to get an answer. "Reapers never do. But trust me. Staying here is a whole lot worse than anything over there."

"Why?"

"Because one day, your family will be gone, and there'll be nothing left here for you," I answered. Still seeing the fear in his eyes, I tried reassuring him, "It's okay to be scared."

"I'm not scared," he insisted.

"We're all scared," I admitted. "That's the big secret. We're all scared."

He paused a moment, watching me before speaking, "Are you coming?"

I gave a short shake of my head. "Oh, I'm sure I'll be there sooner than you think."

He looked to his mother again, seeing her crying, before he unfolded his arms and nodded to Tessa as he began to step toward her. Tessa opened her arms and welcomed him into a hug, closing her eyes as she did. He melted into her, vanishing in a bright, white light. Then he was gone.

It was at that moment that Mrs Griffith looked up, and I could already see some of the pain lift from her face.

Tessa turned to me without a word.

"Look out for that boy," I told her.

"Look out for yourself, Dean."

I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I've been around death from the get-go. You know what I see most? Lies. 'He's in a better place'. 'At least they're together now'. You all lie to yourselves, Dean, 'cause like you said, deep down, you're all scared." She shook her head lightly. "Stop lying to yourself, Dean."

"What?"

"The angels have something good in store for you. A second chance. Really? 'Cause I'm pretty sure, deep down, you know something nasty's coming down the road. Trust your instincts, Dean. There's no such thing as miracles."

"What are you saying?"

Instead of answering, she turned to leave, before pausing.

"Tessa?"

Slowly, she turned to me again a sad and sympathetic look in her eyes. "The angel didn't tell you, did he?"

My frown grew. "Tell me what?"

"Elizabeth... Dean, she's-"

SPOV

Pamela sat on the edge of Dean's bed, one hand pressed to where she was stabbed as she leaned on the other, saying the incantation to him. "Imum vult decipi, ergo decipiatur. Vis, vis, vis." She stood to move to the other bed.

I hurried over to help her. "Hey, we just got to talk to Tessa, that's all. Get her to hold off reaping till we get you better."

"I'm pretty sure she's started up again," she told me, her breathing uneven and heavy. I looked down to see her wound bleeding... badly.

Dean suddenly sat up as Pamela reached over to take a drink from her flask. He took one look at her and noticed the blood.

Worry and concern flooded his face as he moved to the edge of his bed to get closer to her. "What happened?"

Instead of answering, I looked to him, needing to find a way to help Pamela before it was too late. "Dean, where's Tessa?"

"She's..." He couldn't finish as he began to understand what was happening.

Pamela took her sunglasses off with a pained sigh.

I looked at her with guilt in my eyes. "Pamela, I'm so sorry."

"Stop," she warned.

"You don't deserve this."

She gave a harsh laugh. "Yeah, I don't. I told you I didn't want anything to do with this. Do me a favour? Tell that bastard Bobby Singer, to go to hell forever introducing me to you two in the first place." She went to laugh again before she started to cough.

Dean reached for her. "Take it easy, Pamela. If it's any consolation, you're going to a better place."

She turned to him as she stopped coughing. "You're lying. But what the hell, right? Everybody's got to go some time." Looking to me, she beckoned me closer. "Come here." I did as she said so she could whisper in my ear. "I know what you did to that demon, Sam. I can feel what's inside of you. If you think you have good intentions, think again." As she finished, she began to cough again. Leaning back, she rested against the headboard as a trickle of blood rolled out of her mouth

Then, she was still.

"Pamela?" Dean spoke out to her, but the only response he got back was her head silently sliding down. "Pamela!" After a second of silence, he looked at me. "What did she say to you?"

All I could do was look away as her words sunk in...

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