Piri's POV

I had always been impartial to death. Well, not impartial, because it was an emotional experience, but I guess the word I was looking for was...well, no impartial really was the word. I'd been too young to remember when my mom and dad died, and too abused to care when my foster parents died. That didn't mean that I was willing to bring it upon anyone. Or that I'd ever be happy when someone died. But I'd never, ever imagined that I'd have the reaction I did when Sam Winchester died. I was a wreck. Sam was probably the closest friend I'd ever had in my life. Even closer than Grace. Because I trusted him enough to TELL him my secret, rather than having him find out by seeing me do something. The only person (aside from Grace, Dean and Cadence) not to judge me for the way I looked. He got to know me. To the point where I would confide my secret in him. And it turned out, he was the same way. I'd just...known for longer. I'd known about my powers since I was sixteen years old. But I didn't abuse them, and now I'm glad I hadn't.

We'd been dragged into a death trap by the demon with the yellow eyes, all of the chosen ones. Myself, Sam, Ava, Andy, Lily and Jake. And he had the rest of them kill one another off, one by one. Lily first, then Andy, then Ava. God, Ava. I had known from the second I saw her that she wasn't to be trusted. I couldn't stand the look on her face. Now I knew why. God, that ordeal. Only one of us were supposed to come out alive, but Jake, the bastard, had run off and escaped, so there were two of us. Meaning Jake was probably going to hunt me down. But I didn't care. I really didn't. Sam was dead. And everyone was going to blame me. Not that I could fault them. Because I blamed myself. I leaned my head against the passenger's side window of the Mustang and stared at nothing, but had to brace myself quickly when Grace screeched to a halt quickly. I looked over at her, a confused look on my face, and followed her gaze to see...Dean?

Grace leapt from her seat and rushed to his side. "Dean? De—oh, thank God, he's still breathing..." she whispered, and looked to a note on his chest. "What...is this?" she asked, taking the piece of paper. "It's addressed to Sam..." she said, and started reading. "Sam, I don't know where to begin this, except to say that I love you, and that is why I…have to say goodbye. You were always the only one for me, no matter what happened. Tell Dean that I'm sorry…he'll know what for, and tell Piri that I'm sorry, too. For misjudging her and for treating her badly. Give Cadence that blue teddy of mine that she loves so much, too, okay? And…tell Grace that I said thank you for being a good friend. I love you, Sam Winchester. Your life is of more value to this world than mine. That I know for sure. Don't blame you for this, okay? And…get that bastard Jake. Yours always, Page."

I frowned. Page had...wait. Wait. My eyes widened, and I rushed into the cabin, just in time to see Sam gasp for a breath and sit up straight. I felt tears coming to my eyes, and I turned to look at Grace and Cadence, who were huddled over Dean, trying to wake him up. I turned my glance back toward Sam, and my heart filled up. Oh God. He was alive. Sam was alive because Page had—oh. Oh no. Page had...Sam was going to be absolutely...crushed. I wasn't sure if I wanted to run up to him and hug him or...just stand there. But I decided on a comfortable median, and walked up to him, kneeling in front of him. "Sam? Is it...is it really you?" I asked, putting a hand on his face and looking into his eyes. "Really-really?" I asked, just looking at him.

He looked at me, confusion all over his face like a tattoo. "Um...yeah. What happened? Last thing I remember is getting out of that hell, and hugging Dean. And...Jake...Jake stabbed me, didn't he?" he reached a hand around, but winced in pain when the muscles stretched. "Ah! Oh...fuck..."

I swallowed hard and nodded my head. "Y—yeah. Jake stabbed you...um..." I wasn't sure how to say this, but I didn't get a chance to, because Dean bust through the door and rushed up to Sam, simply hugging him. I bit my lip and backed off, turning toward Grace and Cadence, and approaching them slowly, turning to Grace and bursting out in tears against her shoulder. I didn't cry. For twenty-four years, I had not cried. But Sam Winchester had reduced me to tears twice in one day. I felt Grace hug me, and I shuddered against her shoulder.

"Where's Page?" I heard Sam ask, and my heart sank even more. Which one of us was going to tell him that the love of his life had traded her soul for his life? Dean looked over toward Grace, Cadence and I, and frowned. I don't think he was going to tell Sam, but...someone had to. God, the poor guy deserved to know that the love of his life was dead. As though in that glance, the three of us were deciding who was going to be the one to tell Sam that Page was gone. Sam spoke up. "What's wrong? Is Page okay?"

I closed my eyes and stepped forward. I nodded toward the door, telling Dean and Grace without words that I would handle it. The two took Cadence out to the Mustang, and I showed Sam a sad, sympathetic gaze. Words. God, I usually had a million of them, being a poet. But, this time, they just...escaped me. "Sam..." I started. Good start. Make sure he knew I was talking to him. He looked at me, worry and confusion on his face, and I took a deep breath. "Page...um..." I sorted out my thoughts a little more. "Um...when Jake stabbed you? Um..." I stopped and tried to think. I NEVER used the word 'um,' but I suppose this was...extenuating circumstances. I swallowed hard and looked out the window, to see Cadence, Dean and Grace sharing a hug. I looked back at Sam. Into his eyes. He needed to know this. "Sam, when Jake stabbed you? He...uh, he severed your spinal column. You were...you were dead."

Sam's eyes widened. "But...I shouldn't be...oh God. Oh God. Page?" he pushed past me and rushed to the door, throwing it open and looking past Dean, Grace and Cadence...past Bobby, who was just pulling in...out at nothing. "PAGE?" he shouted. "PAGE! WHERE ARE YOU? THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" he shouted. I walked up behind him, and he whirled around and stared at me, doe eyed. "Wh—where is she? Where is Page?"

I was about to answer, when I heard Bobby speak up. "Sam? What..." he looked over all of us, and his eyes widened. "Oh, God, Page. I saw the Impala about three miles from here and I was wondering what it was about but..."

I saw Sam's eyes fill with tears, and he rushed over to the Mustang. The four of us piled into Grace's Mustang, without being told to, and we followed behind Bobby, in absolute silence. I sat on the other side of Cadence, opposite Sam, and reached a hand around behind Cadence to touch his arm. He looked at me, tears playing at the corners of his eyes, and I mimicked his expression. I watched helplessly as the Mustang pulled up next to the Impala, and Sam practically broke the door, flinging it open. I had just opened the door when I saw Sam's body shudder, and watched him fall to his knees. I walked around the Impala slowly, and practically choked on my tears when I saw Page's body, just laying there. She was still...beautiful. And Sam was just speechless. Which I couldn't blame him for. I was speechless when I thought that he was...dead. I knelt down beside him, my face streaked with tears, too. I put a hand on his shoulder and watched as he turned toward me slowly. He swallowed hard and pulled me to him, burying his face in my shoulder and breaking down in tears.

I tried to think of words, but I don't think I needed to say any, because Sam seemed to just want to...sit there. And I was just find with simply holding him. Anything to make the pain seem...less all consuming. I didn't know how I could make him hurt less, though, when I was hurting, too. I glanced up to see Dean walking up behind Sam, and when Sam turned to Dean, I took a step back and stared down at Page. God, I was being so selfish. Me, me, me. This was not my time. It was Sam. He needed me to be there for him. Needed me to not freak out. I listened to him as he cried in Dean's shoulder, telling Dean that he loved her. That he never told her that he loved her. That he didn't want to live without her. But, with Page laying in front of me, with no life left in her, I put my face in my hands and sobbed. That is, until I felt Cadence pull on my pant leg, and I glanced up to see she and Grace standing before me. I leaned forward into Grace's shoulder. "This—this is my fault, Grace. I..."

Grace shook her head and ran a hand through my hair. "Piri, no. This is not your fault, okay?" she told me softly, glancing over at Sam and Dean. "What we have to do? Is...get Jake. This is his fault. We have to make him pay, okay, Piri? Just listen to me..." she pulled me out of the hug, and I looked down at Cadence, who had moved over to Sam and Dean, trying to calm them both down a little. "We're going to end Jake, okay? He tried to kill Sam. And he..." she frowned and looked at Bobby, who was moving Page's body now. "We have to find him."

I nodded and walked over to Sam, watching as Dean took a couple steps away, toward Grace. He was staring at Bobby as he pulled Page's body over toward a ditch. Sam closed his eyes and looked down. I bit my lip, then put a hand on his arm. Sam looked at me and tried to stop himself from crying. "I...what am I supposed to do, Piri?" he asked me, his lower lip quivering. The poor man...had lost everything he'd ever cared about. What were you supposed to say?

I squeezed his arm and bit my lip. "I...don't know, Sam. I'm...sorry. Maybe we should go after Jake. Try and...find him. He..." I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say, "...needs to pay," I finished. But I knew, in that moment that I wanted to learn to hunt these demon bastards, to avenge Page's death and help Sam feel again. I wasn't sure what we would do about Cadence, where she would stay. But we would figure it out. Maybe Ellen could care for her. Because there was no way that I was going to sit idly by and watch my friends suffer. I let go of Sam's arm, and walked up to Grace and Dean, who looked at me, at the determination on my face and exchange confused glances. I bit my lower lip and looked at them, and my next words came out as a command.

"Teach me to hunt."

And this, my friends, is where your votes come in. Should I continue along with Sam for part two, and further his story, or take a break from Sam and go on to Dean/Grace? I'm thinking Sam, for continuity's sake, and work on Dean/Grace after. But I leave that up to you guys.

Should part two be:
-Sam
-Dean/Grace