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Wow, I am too emotional for my own good.

Anyway, feel happy because, although I have to work in the morning, I am writing this. And I finally got the second season (yay!). I'm watching In My Time Of Dying. I just realized how much I've changed the episode, but it needs to be done in order for my story to work. Eh, oh well.

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Maybe.

-CHAPTERTWO-

The drive to the hospital was mostly in silence. I had tried asking Sam about his family, but he would only shrug and say that they were his family and nothing special. Then he'd go all quiet and stare out the window. Not the way I had imagined my first hunt away from Bobby to start. Then again, I hadn't imagined being with anyone else either.

Damn, I just touché'd myself.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn't mind the silence, but I wanted to know who I would be meeting. And I wanted to get to know him a little more.

"So, uh, Sam." I saw him turn to look at me, his light green eyes slightly curious. "Tell me about yourself."

He was quiet for a moment, almost as if he needed to think about it before he answered. That made me more curious than offended. I was reminded of the fact that Sam and Bobby had been practically talking in code when they were around me. "What do you want to know?" he asked softly, tearing me from my thoughts.

I shrugged, keeping my eyes on the road. "I dunno, anything. If I end up going with you guys, we're going to be stuck together so it seems beneficial that we get to know one another." I nodded to myself as Sam gave a quiet chuckle.

"Alright, you have a point." He stopped talking, thinking of what to say. Again.

"Have you been hunting your entire life?" I asked. No, I'm not an impatient person.

"Dad taught my brother and I how to hunt. Dad and I had a pretty bad argument and I left. He told me to never come back, so I went to Stanford to become a lawyer."

"Wow, what happened to drag you back?"

"Dad disappeared and De-…er…my brother came to get me." Sam gave me a nervous smile before turning back to face the window. I let the silence drag on for a bit, trying to think about his little slip of the tongue but it's as if my mind was shying away from it. The bad feeling in the pit of my stomach grew. That only made me even more curious. I hated being in the dark. Figuratively speaking, of course.

"I never knew that Bobby had a daughter. Who's your mother?" Sam finally spoke up. He still wasn't looking at me.

I laughed and shook my head. "Bobby isn't my real dad. He kinda unofficially adopted me when I was left at his place unexpectedly. I was almost nine when it happened and I made sure that his life was living hell, in hopes that the people who left me behind would come back for me. He's stubborn as a mule, though. Every time I ran away, he dragged me back."

"Oh, what happened to your parents?"

"They died. Murdered, actually. I found them. I was almost four at the time and yet their faces haunt my dreams," I whispered.

"Were they what you had been dreaming about earlier?"

"What? Oh, yeah," I lied.

Such a lie. They had actually been the furthest thing from my mind. I had seen my death in my dream, and it frightened me. I had been talking to a shadowy figure. Yelling, actually, when my chest started to hurt. I rubbed it absentmindedly, but the pain began to grow and grow. I must have fallen because I was soon staring up at a too white ceiling, gasping and screaming. There were hands grabbing me, people yelling, but I was slipping away.

Then the black dotted my vision and a sweet voice whispered in my ear, "Just let go, dear. The pain will go away all on it's own."

The only thought on my mind when I died was the nine year old boy I had fallen for almost twenty years ago.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, suddenly needing a distraction. I hated thinking about death, it made me uneasy. It made me feel like I was calling to death if I thought about it. I pushed my black hair behind my ear, fidgeting. Sam looked at me out of the corner of his eye, slightly concerned. I gave him a quick smile, my mind elsewhere.

"Turn here," he suddenly said, snapping me back to reality. I turned, a little hard I guess, and saw the hospital in front of me. The dread exploded, making my stomach churn uneasily. We paid and pulled into a parking spot. I killed the engine but sat there, my hands clenching the steering wheel. My knuckles where white.

"Who are you, Sam?" I whispered. "Why do I feel like we've met before?"

"I don't know," he sighed, "but I know what you mean." We sat in silence for a few minutes before Sam started climbing out. I got out as well, closing the door gently. He opened the back door and pulled out a large bag, some stuff clanking around in it. I didn't ask what was in it, and I had the feeling that I didn't want to know what was in it. "I have to warn you, though, my family is a bit crazy." I locked the doors and started walking with Sam towards the hospital.

"Isn't everyone's family a little crazy? Hell, we were both raised to hunt the thing under the bed." I grinned when he burst out laughing. I tensed slightly when he put an arm around my shoulders, but he was comforting, soothing. I leaned into his arm as we kept walking. The walk was quiet, but I guess he had too much on his mind. "You okay?" I asked softly. Then I winced. "Sorry, stupid question, huh?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll be alright. I'm just worried that my brother isn't going to make it," he whispered. I could hear how tortured he was. It hurt him to see his family in the hospital. It hurt him to be the only one who escaped the crash with just a couple of scratches and a swollen eye.

I hugged him, giving him a tight squeeze. "I'm sure he'll make it," I said in a soft voice. Sam gave me a tight smile before turning to open the doors. He let me go in first and then followed, staying close. One of the nurses raised an eyebrow at me before looking at the tall man behind me.

"Friend of the family," he said, the lie nearly undetectable. I smiled, hoping that my nervousness wasn't showing.

"Go right ahead," she said in a nasally voice. She went back to work, her eyes glued to a folder in front of her.

"Thank you," I murmured to her as we passed by the desk. I peeked over and grinned when I saw a book hidden behind a patient's folder. Woman after my own heart. Sam led me up a flight of stairs, his eyes locked on the room numbers.

"We should see my father first, as he's the one conscious and the one who supposedly has an explanation for you," he murmured to me. I nodded and watched as he took longer strides, anxious to be with his family. I started falling behind, watching as his posture changed from easygoing to tense with every stride.

That's when the hair on the back of my neck rose and I whirled around, my eyes darting all over the hall. I could have sworn that someone was watching me. I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. The feeling came from the centre of the hall, but that's all I could gather. Someone grabbed my arm, pulling me from my concentration and my thoughts. I had been doing that a lot lately, getting lost in my thoughts. It's dangerous to do that on a job as it could very well be the thing that gets you killed. But I wasn't on a job, so it shouldn't matter all that much.

"Always be aware of your surroundings. Just because you aren't on a job doesn't mean that you won't run into something, like a vampire or a demon, or even a ghost. Always be aware," Bobby's voice said. Right.

I looked up, my eyes wide. Sam was looking down at me, curious. I grinned and shrugged. "I had a feeling that I was being watched, so I tried to concentrate on where that feeling was coming from. Couldn't really tell," I told him as cheerfully as possible. Truth be told, I found hospitals extremely depressing. Much too clean and the feel of death was there, clinging to the walls. It freaked me out, so I didn't visit them as often as I should have.

"Well, it is a hospital," he told me. "C'mon, my dad's room is right there," he said with a nod to a door down the hall.

"Coming."

We walked together to his dad's room, the silence comfortable. Well, as comfortable as it could be in a hospital. We were soon in front of a door and Sam reached out to open it. I shifted nervously on my feet, looking over my shoulder every now and then. I felt like I was on a hunt, breaking into a house. The door swung open with a slight creak, making me shiver. Perfect, just added to my uneasy mood.

Sam stalked inside, his shoulders tense. I waited in the doorway, watching as he walked right to the window. I turned to look at the man on the hospital bed. He turned to stare at Sam.

"You're quiet," the man said. Sam turned, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. He walked towards the bed and dumped the bag on the ground.

"You didn't think I'd find out?" he asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"That stuff from Bobby, you don't use it to ward off a demon you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you, having some stupid macho showdown."

"I have a plan, Sam," the man said quietly. I closed my eyes, listening to his voice. It was so familiar, like I had dreamt about it long ago only to remember it now.

"That's exactly my point!" Sam boomed. My eyes shot open in fright, fixating on Sam. "Dean is dying and you have a plan." I stood up straighter and took a step into the room.

"Dean?" I whispered, the name repeating in my head.

"You know what? You care more about killing this demon than saving your own son," Sam went on as he circled the bed. The man sat up, his eyes hard.

"Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean."

Dean. I took another step forward, my eyes wide.

"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself; it's the same. Selfish. Obsession."

"Funny, you know what, I thought this was your obsession too. This demon killed your mother; killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be a part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened."

Mary.

"It was possessing you, dad, I would have killed you too," Sam shot at his father as he walked forwards. No one noticed me standing there, watching them with eyes filled to the brim with anger and confusion.

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now," the man shot back. Sam took a step back, his posture tenser than before.

"Go to hell," he said in a quiet, hurt voice.

Sammy.

"Oh you know what, I should've never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake."

The glass suddenly shot off of the table and shattered on the ground, water spilling everywhere. I jumped back, startled. Sam and the man (John, my mind whispered) looked at each other.

"What the fuck is going on?" I snarled, my fingers clenching the hem of my shirt. Sam whirled on me, eyes wide. I could tell that he had forgotten that I was there, but it didn't bother me. "Who the hell are you people? Why are you so familiar?" Sam's dad looked at me with a steady, heated gaze and I could tell that he knew who I was. Well,

"Em," Sam whispered, reaching out for me. I took a step back, my eyes narrowed. That's when the voice rang out through the speaker.

"Code five hundred, ER. Code five hundred, ER." Sam turned to his dad.

"Go and see what's going on," he said in a defeated voice. Sam nodded and hurried out of the room, his hand squeezing my shoulder as he left. I heard the door close behind him with a quiet snick. I glared at him for a moment but something seemed off. There was a dull ache right where my heart was. I rubbed my chest slightly, trying to ease that ache. Sam's dad looked at me, his gaze softening. "Hello, Emily," he murmured.

"Who are you?" I asked in my cold voice.

"It's me, Emily. John Winchester." John's voice was soothing and quiet, like he knew I would blow up as soon as I heard who he was. I opened my mouth to argue back with him, but the dull ache turned into full-blown pain. I couldn't breathe. I bent over at the waist, trying to catch my breath. No matter what I did, though, I couldn't get any air. "Emily? What's wrong?" John asked. I was gasping, falling to my knees.

John was yelling, but I couldn't understand what he was saying. Next thing I knew, I was staring up at a white ceiling and people were grabbing me. Black began to dot my vision and I was brought to the dream I had had while Bobby and Sam were busy at the impound. I couldn't scream, couldn't breathe. I was dying, dying before I could see Dean again.

There was suddenly a voice, right by my ear. The sweetest voice I had ever heard, whispering, "It's okay to let go. You won't be in pain anymore. You'll be free of all the pain and anger that you're feeling right now."

No! No, no, no, no, no, nonononononononononono…I was screaming over and over again in my mind, trying to fend off that voice but nothing could shake the feeling of something being totally wrong. The black encased my vision, leaving me blind to the world. I felt myself being lifted into the air before passing out completely from lack of oxygen.