As Maggie stomped her way up the stairs angrily, Lola was making her way down the stone stairway. She paused a few steps down and caught Maggie on the way up,

"Are you okay?" Lola asked, gently touching Maggie's arm.

Maggie sent her an almost chilling look before remarking.

"Why don't you ask him?" She spat, looking back over her shoulder briefly at Dean who was loitering at the bottom of the stairs. Lola followed her gaze to see him and narrowed her eyes.

Maggie continued up the staircase, leaving Lola watching Dean attempt to limp off, only to lose his balance and fall, grabbing a hold of the handrail for support. With a gasp of breath she ran down the remaining stairs and wrapped her arms around his stomach, easing him down onto the steps,

"Dean…c'mon…sit down…" She soothed as she did so, almost losing her own balance in the process, "You know if you would loose that chip on your shoulder for a second you would see that she's more like you than you think"

He pulled his shoulder away from her as he sat down so that he turned his back towards her slightly,

"I'm fine."

"Yeah…course you are!" Lola muttered as she stood, "I'm going to get your wheelchair!"

"I don't need a wheelchair! I'm fine by myself!" He snapped,

"What is your problem?" She fumed, "Why won't you let anyone help you? You're pushing everyone away! You're pushing Maggie away…"

"You don't know anything about that!"

She glared back at him,

"You're pushing Maggie away just like you push me away!"

"As I recall, you're the one that stayed behind with your lover boy!"

"Oh get over yourself!" She growled, "That had nothing to do with you. Brett and I…"

"What're you doing here anyway?" He sneered,

"Sam called me. I got on the first flight back. I wanted to know you were okay. I was worried, Dean."

"Well, I'm fine. Thanks for your time…" He heaved as he hauled himself up, clinging onto the handrail so tight his knuckles turned white. He stood there, staring at her expectantly,

"I'm not leaving." She stated, crossing her arms over her chest,

"Why not? You're good at that."

"Well maybe if someone admitted their feelings then I wouldn't have to leave."

Dean looked away,

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't." Lola laughed bitterly, "There you go again, Dean…pushing me away!"

"Well if I push you away so much why do you bother coming back?"

"Why can't you admit that you love me!" She practically sobbed, her voice rising with emotion as tears began to well in her eyes,

"Because I don't." He answered quietly.

Lola stood there shaking in shock as hot tears trailed down her cheeks and splattered onto the cold hard floor. It took all of her strength to stand there and be able to form a coherent sentence,

"Fine…" She croaked, taking a staggering step forwards, pushing her shoulder against his, which knocked him back against the wall. As she moved passed him, she muttered something low and close to his ear so that only he could hear, "Screw you Dean Winchester."

Back in Sam's hospital room, Maggie was sat in a chair beside his bed.

"Sam… you can't die on me, I need you. You're the only one that's seemed to care about me for so long." "And Dean…if you die…he's gonna hate me".

Maggie leant on Sam's bed looking at him as tears filled her eyes. "I don't know what to do…I just…I hate what's happened to me…I don't want it…I don't…"

Then it was at that moment she knew what she had to do. She shot up from her seat and darted out of the room.

Maggie raced down the 10 flights of stairs, all he way to the basement. She found the doors that read 'Boiler room' in red letters. She pushed open the doors and walked to the middle of the room. She held in her hand a small tin box and placed it on the concrete floor.

A few tense minutes passed then she felt a cold breeze tickle the back of her neck. She spun round to see a man in his 20s standing before her. His jet-black spiky hair was barely visible in the darkness. His eyes that were a light blue turned a ruby red.

"How may I be of service" The demon smiled, looking Maggie up and down.

"I would have thought that was pretty obvious." Maggie replied dryly.

"Humor me."

"I want to make a deal… I want you to take my gift and give it to Sam."

"Okay."

Maggie frowned slightly surprised by the demon's quick agreement to the deal.

"That's it, you're not going to make me bargain for how many years I get to live?"

"Nope… you can have what you want… no price". The demon replied an unnerving smile on his face.

Maggie hesitated for a second, but she was willing to do anything for Sam, no matter what the cost, she had to do it.

Maggie sealed the deal, cringing as her lips came into contact into the demon's. She pulled away with a look of disgust on her face.

"Pleasure doing business with you." The demon remarked and disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared before Maggie's eyes.