Sorry, this has been a long time coming. I knew how I wanted this to happen, I just couldn't get it written. I'm satisfied - - to an extent. It works better then anything else I tried to write. To tell you the truth, I didn't think this chapter would ever get written. I was supposed to have a family party at my house on the 23, but both me and my sister got a stomach virus that was nasty. I felt like absolute crap for 3 whole days and I could barely type a sentence, so I didn't even bother. Then, I got so busy even I was surprised. Shopping, going to my grandma's for Christmas. So, the 30th was my sis' 13th b-day, which is scary as hell, but she's n florida, disney. So, I don't have to put up with her 'til Tuesday! Anyways, we drove 2 hours for a Christmas party and spent 1 full hour while we were there watching the men show off their macho-ness and skills on dirt-bikes and four-wheelers. My uncles are rather strange. Ah, well. What can ya do?! Oh, I started a Supernatural fic, if you like the show. It's called Flags of Dawn. You can check it out at my profile if you like my writing and the show enough.

Anyways, thank you so much to my reviewers. I love you all! On with the chapter. Any mistakes are my own. I decided to give my beta a break, since she's also beta'ing Flags of Dawn.

"Cold and frost morning, there's not a lot to say,

about the things caught in my mind,

and as the day was dawning my plane flew away,

with all the things caught in my mind."

"No. Wyatt, don't do it," Chris said, pulling Shea closer to him.

"Is that the only way?" Wyatt growled.

"The antidote is the only thing that will save her now," the demon laughed, watching the brothers exchange a meaningful glance. Wyatt was mumbling something under his breath, but Chris seemed to understand, despite the distance. Narrowing his eyes, the demon stepped forward, realizing Wyatt had released his telekinetic grip on him.

"Wyatt?" Shea's voice cut through the uneasy atmosphere, causing every head to turn her way. She was watching him warily, despite her half awake state. Her body was beginning to glow and she looked down at her hand. Chris took a step back, away from her, glancing between her and Wyatt. The light disappeared from Shea's body, creating a ball in the air in front of her, before flying towards his older brother and hitting him square in the chest. Wyatt collapsed to his knees, beginning to look like Shea had only moments before.

"What did you do?" she gasped, moving to his side and kneeling there. He looked up at her and smile, a hint of the man he used to be in his gaze.

"Only what I should have done a long time ago. Ended this. I love you," he whispered. Tears were already slipping down her cheeks as he fell against her, gasping for breath and struggling to sit up. Gently, she rested his back against her, shushing him and running her hands through his hair.

"Cure him!" she demanded, pulling herself from underneath him and standing to face the demon. He smirked at her, which only fueled her frustration. Lifting him up with her telekinesis, she threw him into the wall and moved closer to him. When the two stood face to face, she grabbed him by the neck and shoved him into a wall, telekinetically calling an athame resting not to far from her into her hand.

"You think you can scare me, witch?" the demon cackled. She pressed the blade close his throat, listening for a moment to be sure she could still hear Wyatt breathing. The sounds of him gasping and Chris telling him to breathe slowly calmed her for a moment, before she turned all her rage on the demon at hand.

"I think I can do a hell of a lot more then that," she growled, before lifting him with her power again and throwing him into the opposite wall. The demon hit with a thud and fell to the floor, before rising and facing her, energy ball in his hand. She deflected it as it was thrown her way, but didn't see the second one until someone yelled.

"NO!" Wyatt's yelled, hand up and throwing the energy ball back at the demon, hitting and vanquishing their last hope of saving him.

"What have you done?" she whispered, staring at the spot where the demon stood, before kneeling next to Chris and resting a hand on his cheek.

"You need to breath, Wyatt. We're gonna find a way to fix this," Chris' voice wavered as he spoke. Revealing the harsh truth - - that even he was scared.

"What have you done?" she repeated her question, gaze meeting Wyatt's as the tears welled up in her eyes. His hand rested against her own, shaky and sweaty. She leaned down and pressed her lips against his.

"I couldn't just let you die. This is my choice. My time. Just hang on, Shea, after I'm gone. We'll meet again," he whispered. She nodded and kissed him again.

"They're coming," Chris said, bringing her attention to the footsteps moving their way. Shea glanced at the cave entrance and locked gazes with Wyatt for what she knew would be the last time.

"Don't forget me," he said, before his hand dropped from hers. Chris laid his hand on his brothers arm, his other on Shea's shoulder. The sensation of orbing filled her, before her surroundings became a blur. Her only focus became holding in the scream that she so desperately wanted to let out.

"I wanna be there when you're...

Coming down,

I wanna be there when you hit the ground,

so don't go away, say what you say,

but say that you'll stay,

forever and a day...in the time of my life,

cause I need more time, yes I need more time,

just to make things right."

Don't Go Away by Oasis