Chapter 9

"Dean! Come on wake up!" Elizabeth practically begged letting an entire stream flow from her crystal blue eyes now. She shook Dean's shoulders starting softly but growing stronger and fiercer with each motion before the hole ate her up. She stared down at the unconscious man she loved and gave up, collapsing on him. Her entire torso guarded his as salt water burnt the cuts on cheek and arms as his crimson stain stuck to her blouse. "Where is 911?"

Her words sliced the tense air before she melted back into her sobs. Why was she acting like this? She was a hunter for Pete's sake. Slowly Elizabeth pulled up and wiped away a tear, she glanced down at her shirt, sticky with red liquid. She began hurriedly rebuilding her wall before every brick was decimated. She had lost loved ones before that is why those walls were in place but they were beginning to crumble.

Sam was about to answer her when it reappeared. With a hateful glare on her face Amy hovered closer to them. She glared at each of them individually before letting her gaze rest on Sam. He looked to his companions but none of them looked back. Elizabeth buried her face in Dean's chest who was till unconscious. Lisa still lay sprawled on the floor with eyes sealed while Ben had his knees pulled to his chest as he rocked back and forth unable to believe what was around him.

Amy flowed closer, raising her hand palm outward, and suddenly Sam couldn't move a single muscle. She stared back at him with one of those 'looks that could kill'. Then he really looked at her, through the burning hate and green pallor of her skin. All he saw was the pain, the agonizing pain that was swallowing her whole.

"I know you are hurting and are using…this to cover it. I've done it too but it's not helping just let go." Sam coaxed calmly holding his hands up in innocence.

"You don't understand anything." She hissed not even flinching at the words, "I'm not the one hurting."

She twisted her head around to look at the room, "That is pain. She is crying over somebody who is already almost dead, she is raddled with guilt, and the boy is scarred for life."

"Why? Why would you bring all this pain to people after going through it yourself? I felt sorry for you!"

"You don't have the right to feel sorry for me! None of you do!"

"Well you get your wish, now I feel nothing but hatred. People can use hurt in different ways and you chose the worst. Maybe there is a reason your husband cheated on you." Sam spat letting his hands curl into tight fists, his knuckles turning white.

"Thank you." Then her skin grew a light pink and a small smile broke across her lips. Eyes warming into a golden hazel she faded away. Before doing anything else Sam snatched up the cell phone.

"911 how can I help you?" a young woman's voice piped cheerily on the other end.

"My brother has been shot." Sam panicked actually realizing the words for himself.

"We are four minutes out." Before she could say anything else he slammed the phone closed and ran over to his brother.

"Don't worry Dean they are coming." Sam mumbled staring down at the sleeping face of his brother that was far from its usual tan and to the sobbing girl cradling him. Tears pummeled his face as he look at the rock hard girl break down at the slow heaving breaths of his brother, drawing in quitter every time. Then the even breathes began to slow at an alarming rate until his chest stopped moving all together. With a distant siren howling closer, but still seeming so far away.