1 YEAR LATER

"Shoot!" I shout.
"I can't!" she says. Jason throws me into a wall, and steps in front of me, and I try to get the gun again.
"Shoot, dammit!" I shout.
"Dean, I could hit you!" she says. A bullet gets shot from Jason's gun and I try to grab it. Suddenly I jump back as he goes up in flames. I look at Rachel.
"Why didn't you-" I stop. She takes her hand off her side and it's covered in blood.
I sit up in bed with a start, covered in a cold sweat. I look around in the dark, and sigh. I need a drink.

3RD PERSON POV

"Scotch. Make it a double." Dean says, taking a seat at the bar. The blonde bartender smiles flirtatiously.
"Sure thing." she says. She puts the shot glass in front of him, and pours out the Scotch. She leans forward on the bar. "What's your name?"
"Dean." he replies. She smiles.
"Dean." she says, tasting the word. He smirks.
"Honestly, I don't think you can go anywhere without someone flirting with you." Rachel's voice says in his head.
He shakes his head and tries to clear his thoughts. He smiles at the waitress again.
"I'm Chastity." She says. He smiles flirtatiously.
"Wow. A pretty name for a pretty woman." he says. She smiles.
"God, you and your friggin' bimbos."
"Shut up." he whispers.
"What?" she asks, trying to know what he said.
"Nothing." he says, smiling. He takes the Scotch down. When he's about order another one, he hears her voice again.
"If you come home drunk I'll have to kick your ass." she says.
"Another Scotch?" Chastity asks. He thinks a moment.
"Uh, no. Beer, please." he says. She smiles and grabs him a beer. He takes off the top and brings it to his lips and-
"My dad only hurt me when he was drunk."
Dean groans, and slams the beer down. Chastity looks at him, confused.
"Something wrong?" she asks.
"What?" he asks, looking up at her. "Oh, uh… no. Nothing." he replies. She nods, smiling again.
"So," she says, putting her hand on his arm. "you from around here?"
"Dean!" someone shouts behind him. He turns around but doesn't see anyone. He looks around, but again, no one. When he turns back, there's a paper in front of him.
"Did you know them?" Chastity asks.
"Who?" he asks.
"The girl that left the note." she replies. He picks up the paper and unfolds it.

Same place tomorrow night at 8. You're gonna wanna be there.

"Did you see what she looked like?" he asks. Chastity shakes her head.
"I didn't get a good look at her face." she replies. He gets up and walks out. When he's outside, he calls Sam back at the motel room.
"Yeah?" Sam answers.
"Something's wrong." Dean says.

"So that's it? Just came and left you a note and got out unseen?" Sam asks. Dean nods.
"This is bad." he says.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"Think about it, Sammy. This person wants to meet us on the 1 year anniversary of Rachel's death." Dean replies. Sam sighs.
"Are we going?" he asks. Dean nods.
"But we're bringing weapons."

Sam walks into the convenience store, and looks around. He grabs the pie, and heads to the check out. He pulls out his fake credit card, and gives it to the man.
"You John Grayson?" he asks. Sam eyes him.
"Yeah." he says. The man pulls out a note from his pocket.
"Some girl dropped this off. Said that her, and i quote, 'instincts are telling me the pain in the ass will want pie'." the man replies. Sam goes wide eyed. The man hands him the note and he unfolds it.

You coming tonight? 8 o' clock.

P.S.
You remember he likes apple, right?

"What'd she look like?" Sam asks. The man shrugs.
"She was in all black and was wearing a hood. Honestly I thought she was gonna rob the place but she just said to give you this when you came in." he replies.

"No, Dean, she knows us." he says into the phone.
"How so?" Dean asks.
"At the bottom of the note, there was a P.S." Sam replies.
"What'd it say?" Dean asks.
"It said 'you remember he likes apple, right?'. Who the hell knows that kind of detail?" He replies. Dean sighs.
"Just come on. We meet our mystery guest in an hour and a half." Dean says.
"Yeah. I'm on my way."

Dean looks at his watch."Alright, 2 to 8. Get ready." Dean cocks his gun under the bar. He turns to Sam. "Ready?" he asks. Sam nods.

"A no show!" Dean shouts angrily as they walk to the Impala. "We waited there for half an hour and she was a no show!"
"I'm gonna go for a walk." Sam says. Dean shrugs and gets in the car, and drives away. Sam sighs. "A whole friggin' year." he says. He starts to walk down an alley, when a gunshot goes off. He hits the wall, and the person hides around the corner. He takes his gun out and shoots.
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" someone shouts quickly. That voice… he knows that voice… but how? "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!"
"So you're just waiting to shoot up random people!?" Sam shouts.
"No, no! Not at all, I was waiting for someone specific." they call back.
"Comforting." Sam says sarcastically.
"I'm waiting for demons, Sam!" the person shouts back.
"How do you know my name?" He says.
"How could I not?" they call. "The great Sam Winchester. You lost a sister last year, right? One year today, actually."
"Shut up!" Sam growls.
"Tisk tisk, that's not the greeting I was expecting." they call.
"Who are you!?" he shouts, angrily.
"C'mon, Sam! It hasn't been that long." The person says. As Sam is about to respond, he is side tackled. He shouts. Someone pinches him in the neck with something, and he gasps in pain.
"Sam!" someone shouts. He hears footsteps and sees someone stab another person.
They glow orange. Demons? He sees it's a girl, and everything starts spinning. He hears grunting, and someone getting punched, before there's nothing but echoes. Suddenly someone is next to him.
"Sam?" the girl says. "C'mon, Sammy, talk to me!" she says.
Sammy? No one else calls me Sammy.
He tries to get his eyes into focus a little, and he looks up and sees Rachel.
"Rachel?" he asks. She sighs.
"Sammy, just remember that I really don't wanna do this." she says. She punches him in the face, and it goes dark.

Sam opens his eyes in a dim room. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. Motel room? Yeah. He groans.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." someone says, walking in the room. He looks at Rachel.
"I'm dreaming." he says.
"You dream 'bout this often, Sammy?" she asks, leaning back on the bedside table. "Of all things, you dream of this? Lying on a bed in a cheap motel room with a headache? Pretty shitty dream, Sam." He lets out a breath.
"I'm hallucinating." he says.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." she says.
"What's going on?" he asks.
"Demons." she says. "They made some sort of liquified tracker. It materializes as soon as it enters the bloodstream."
"Why'd you punch me?" he asks. Rachel chuckles.
"Left arm." she says. He looks down and sees his arm is bandaged.
"What happened?" he asks.
"I had to cut out the tracker." she says. He goes wide eyed. "There was no other way."
"Why am I dizzy?" Sam asks.
"I had to make sure you didn't wake up while I was doing it, so I used one of my mom's old methods. It's a lot like anesthesia." she replies. Suddenly Sam's head starts spinning again, and he covers his eyes. "Sam?" Rachel asks. He groans. "Okay, maybe I did use a little too much." she replies. "Don't panic, you'll be up in a couple hours." she says, and then Sam blacks out again. Rachel stands up straight, and sighs.
"Okay, Sammy. You rest, I gotta go find Dean." she says.

RACHEL'S POV

I grab Sam's wallet, and look through it, and find a motel room key card.
"Night Hawk." I say, and then I smile when I see the address. "And it's 6 blocks away. I can do that."

I knock on the door. I hear the floor creak on the other side.
"Dean?" I call. The door opens, and I see Dean pointing a gun at me so I put up my hands. "Hey, calm down. Killing me? That's so last year." I say smiling. He suddenly pulls me inside and slams the door.
"That's low." he growls.
"What?" I ask.
"I mean, it makes sense though. It's the anniversary, I should've seen it coming." he says, before he shoves me into the wall with his forearm pushing down under my neck, the demon killing knife against my throat.
"Hey hey hey, Dean!" I say quickly. "Calm down, Dean, just let me explain."
"I will frigging-"
"Christo." I say. He stops talking. "See? Not a demon." I say. Then I remember the silver test. "Gimme the knife, the silver knife."
He reaches into his pocket, his eyes never leaving mine. He grabs a knife, and flips it, holding the handle towards me.
I reach over the arm that's holding me against the wall, and hold up my other arm. I look at my arm.
"I stopped doing this a long time ago." I say. I groan. "Oh, this is gonna suck." I press the blade against my skin, and slide it across my arm. I see my blood, and feel tears in my eyes. I drop it abruptly on the ground and Dean backs away. I let out a shaky breath. "God I hate doing that." I say.
Suddenly Dean pulls me into a hug. I let a few tears fall.
"Oh I missed this."
"Me too." he admits. I smile. He pulls away. "How is this possible? How did this happen?" he asks. I shrug.
"I'm not sure. One minute I'm in the warehouse and I'm dying, then next thing I know I'm lying facedown on a cul-de-sac somewhere. That was about 2 weeks ago. So I tried to find you guys. I checked the GPS, it said you guys were at the bunker. It took me a couple days to get there, but I went. But you guys weren't there. I saw the newspaper articles, so I hitchhiked and came here." I say.
"I gotta call Sam." he says.
"Sam's unconscious in a different motel about 6 or 7 blocks from here." I say.
"What?" Dean asks.
"Once I got here, I got followed by some demons. They're holed up in some run-down diner on 12th street. I overheard a few of their plans. They've been trying to track hunters, but they're finding it difficult. So they made these liquidated trackers." I say.
"Trackers?" he asks.
"Yeah. They inject people with them, and they materialize as soon as they hit the bloodstream. They're virtually undetectable. Unless, you're looking correctly." I say. I pull out the thing I stole from them from my pocket. It looks kind of like a flashlight. I hold it up.
"A flashlight?" he asks.
"Seems like it, huh?" I say. "Let me see your arm."
"Why?"
"Just give me your arm." I say. He holds out his arm, and I roll up his sleeve. I point it down at his forearm, and press the button. A green light comes out of it, and then it beeps.
"No tracker detected." says a mechanical voice.
"What the hell?" he asks.
"I could point it at you from a distance so it could scan every part of you, and it would tell me where the tracker is." I say. "It only works when it can detect a bloodstream."
"So, how does this involve Sam?" he asks.
"You know the bar? I was gonna go in, but I saw that there were demons everywhere and-"
"Wait that was you?" he asks. "The notes, they were you?" I nod.
"Like I said, I was gonna go in, and tell you I was back but the demons were everywhere. I've got a bounty on my head for leaving Hell, and if I walked in everyone in that bar would have died." I say. "But I was outside waiting for them to come out. I knew as soon as you guys left the bar they'd attack, so I waited. I almost killed Sam when I was waiting for some of them, but they injected him with a tracker. I took them down and punched Sam out. Some doctor helped me get him to a motel, and I gave him this stuff my mom taught me about, it's just like anesthesia. I cut out the tracker and had to stitch his arm back up, and he woke up for a minute or two. But apparently I gave him a little too much stuff, because he passed out again. But he should be up in a couple hours." I explain. Dean lets it soak in, then nods. "And I need a favor." I say.
"Anything." he replies.
"I have not slept in 4 days. Mind if I crash for a while?" I say. He chuckles.
"Sleep as long as you want, kiddo." he says. I smile, and hug him again.
"Damn I missed you." I say.

DEAN'S POV

I hug her tighter, and feel a tear fall. I wipe it away, and she pulls away. She wipes her eyes, and then walks over to the bed. She sits down and unties her shoe laces. She takes them off, pushes back the covers, and then lies down on the bed. She puts the covers over her, turns on her side, and closes her eyes. I suddenly get an idea.

"I'm gonna go out. Rest up." I say. She nods. I grab the keys and walk out the door.

RACHEL'S POV

I wake up about 2 or 3 hours later. I grab my journal from my hoodie pocket.
Entry #36 September 27th
12:17 am. I just woke up. Again. I really wanna sleep more but Sam should be awake now. I need to go find him before he panics and thinks he's gonna die. Better go now.
-RW
I yawn, but get up from the bed, and put my shoes on. I walk towards the door, and see a note.
Didn't think u would remember what I said. I went out to get some stuff. If I'm not back by 1:30 I got lucky.
-Dean
I roll my eyes.

I open the door and walk in.
"Sam?" I call, shutting the door. Suddenly he slams me against the door.
"Who the hell are you!?" he thunders.
"Sammy it's me!" I say.
"Don't call me Sammy!" he shouts.
"Sam c'mon! It's me, it's me! I swear!" I say, starting to panic and think of my dad.
"Bull!" he booms, and, out of panic, I lift up my leg and knee him in the crotch, not even realizing I'm doing it. He falls to the ground.
"Oh shit, Sam!" I say, kneeling beside him. "Oh, Sammy, I'm sorry! I panicked!"
"Why?" he asks, sounding pained.
"Why?" I ask. "You shoved me against a door and screamed in my face! What do you think that made me think of!? Or should I say who." I say. "Oh, and Christo." He sits up on the floor and looks at me.
"Rachel?" he asks. I smile slightly and nod. He pulls me into a hug and I gladly accept. Tearing, I wrap my arms around his neck, his around my torso.
"Oh, Sam." I breathe out. "Oh my god, I missed you." I say.
"I missed you too." he says.