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Anyway season 2, omg, didn't even think I would get past Pilot, anyway, please keep reviewing guys, it makes me know I have people who like my story, and Amelie, and as promised who she is is revealed in this chapter. Once you've read it let me know what you think and how he will react.
Sorry when the story just jumps from one bit to another, word is being stupid, as is the uploader on here.
Anyway I've kept you long enough so here's;
In My Time Of Dying.
Previously on Supernatural:
'Dad'sbeen on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days'
'Who are you?'
'Amelie Collins, a hunter'
'Jess!'
'This is the Colt, it can kill anything'
'Look Dad we've still got 1 bullet left…..'
CRASH!
Sam groaned, he felt like he'd been in a car crash. He looked around and saw the Impala was totalled, and everyone in it bar him were unconscious, great I have been in a car crash.
'Dean? Amelie? Dad?' Sam said.
He was awarded by a groan 'sammy'.
'Amelie? Is that you?' Sam asked, already trying to unbuckle himself.
He had barely any injuries, just a minor headache.
'help me Sammy, I can't, my arm, help' Amelie sobbed.
She must be in shock Sam thought.
'Amelie stay calm, I'm here' Sam said.
He worked his way over to the passenger side, aware of the fact that the 18 wheeler driver was dead on the floor.
'oh my god Dean!' Amelie screamed.
'Amelie' Sam said as he approached her.
But Sam wasn't prepared for the sight he would now remember for the rest of his life.
Amelie's arm had been impaled onto the glass of the windscreen. Her face was bloody and it was obvious that she had taken at least 90% of the impact, but Sam barely registered that, he was too focused on her black, demon eyes.
A rescue helicopter, landed about 2 hours later.
It was now daylight so Sam could see the full extent of the damage done to the Impala; the bonnet was crushed, the passenger door was so destroyed that you could no longer see the door handle.
He looked at where Amelie was sitting, man she took a lot of the impact.
He watched as he saw his Dad being loaded onto a stretcher. His Dad was still unconscious, he then looked over at Amelie, she was falling in and out of conscious and it didn't help that she was moaning that she wasn't going to go anywhere without Dean.
'NO!' she screamed 'let me see him'.
'Amelie' Sam said, he went over to her, and grabbed her hand.
One of her arms was strapped up and her neck was in a brace, she looked terrible.
'Sammy' Amelie said and started calming down 'they won't let me see him, stupid dicks won't let me' Amelie mumbled as she lost the battle for consciousness for the 7th time that day.
A couple of seconds later Dean was lifted onto a stretcher, also unconscious.
'Significant passenger side intrusion. Unresponsive. BP is 180 over 60, heart rate 95, 95' a paramedic said as he looked at Dean's vitals.
Sam looked at his brother's form as he was placed on a stretcher too, he'd insisted that he didn't need one but the paramedics wanted to be safe.
'Are they alive?' he asked the female paramedic.
'You have to stay still' she replied.
'Please, at least tell me if they're alive' Sam begged.
In a room, Dean suddenly sat up; he worked his jaw, and got out of bed. He was wearing a white t-shirt, blue hospital pants, and nothing else. He went into the hallway.
'Sam? Dad? Amelie?' Dean called out.
Dean went down the stairs to the front of the hospital and found a nurse's station.
'Excuse me. Hi. I, uh, i think I was in a car accident, my dad, my brother and my girlfriend; I just need to find them.
The nurse was unresponsive.
'Hello?' Dean said, snapping his fingers in front of the nurse.
Still no response.
Dean went back upstairs, panicked, and found:
his own body on the bed, intubated and dying.
Still reeling from the shock of seeing his unconscious body, Dean turned, relieved, as Sam entered. Sam stopped at the door and stared at his brother's body, breathing heavily.
'Sammy! You look good. Considering' Dean exclaimed.
'Oh, no' Sam said.
'Man, tell me you can hear me' Dean groaned.
'How's Amelie, is she okay, is she annoying the staff? How's dad? Is he okay? Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whispering or something!' Dean sighed.
'Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like' A doctor said upon entering the room.
'What about the girl we came in with?'
'She's not awake yet, she took most of the impact, so like with your brother she might not wake up'.
'What happened to my brother?'
'Well, he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema'.
'Well, what can we do?'
'Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up. If he wakes up'.
'If?'
'I have to be honest —' the doctor said.
'Oh, screw you, Doc, I'm waking up' Dean said overlapping the doctor.
'Most people with this degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations' the doctor finished.
'Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. Sam?' Dean begged. 'Ahh screw this I'm gonna see Amelie'.
In Amelie's room;
Amelie was lying on a bed, her arm was in a cast, and she was attached to some wires, she looked small and helpless, her head had a bandage around it and she had a scar peeping out from it. Her face had all of the worry and strain out of it, she looked young and care free.
Dean sighed 'Amelie, I'm here, don't worry'.
Regardless of the fact that no one could hear him or see him, he reached out and held Amelie's hand. He was surprised when he felt her hand, it was cold so Dean placed his other hand on top of it. He squeezed gently.
Amelie squeezed back, 'dean' she moaned and her eyes flickered open.
'Amelie?' Dean said. 'Hey! We need a doctor in here!'
'dean, stop shouting' Amelie said.
'You can hear me?'
'surprised half the hospital can't'
Dean laughed 'can you see me?'
'duh! 'course I can' Amelie replied, she looked down and saw her necklace was missing, panicking she said 'where the heck is my necklace, dean, I can't find my necklace, where's my necklace, oh my god Sammy, he saw, he saw me, oh my god' Amelie said.
'Hey, hey calm down' Dean soothed.
'deanie' Amelie said 'what happened to you?'
'Nothing, I'm fine'
'but there was so much blood, so much, I tried to help, but I couldn't move' Amelie cried, her mind lost in the moment of the crash.
'I'm gonna get Sam, ok?'
Amelie nodded and Dean left the room.
John was lying in a hospital bed, his arm in a sling. Awkwardly one-handed, he pulled something out of his wallet.
'Here. Give them my insurance' he said to Sam.
Sam took the card and smiled as he read it.
'Elroy McGillicutty?'
'And his two loving sons and daughter. So, what else did the doctor say about Dean?'
'Nothing. Look. The doctors won't do anything, then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him, but Amelie, I'm not even sure if she will survive either, I mean, you should of seen what she looked like, she looked terrible'.
'She's tough but Dean' John sighed 'we'll look for someone'.
'Yeah'.
But Sam, I don't know if we're gonna find anyone'.
'Why not? I found that faith healer before'.
'Right, that was, that was one in a million'.
'So what? Do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?'
'No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every stone' John paused for a second before asking 'where's the Colt?'
'Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?'
'We're hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us too. That gun may be our only card'.
'It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83'.
'All right. You've gotta clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside'.
'I already called Bobby. He's like an hour out, he's gonna tow the Impala back to his place'.
'All right. You, you go meet up with Bobby. you get that Colt, and you bring it back to me. And you watch out for hospital security, also check on Amelie, if she's woken up she'll be panicking and smacking every doctor that comes in'.
'Ok' Sam said and got up to leave, John stopped him, he picked up a sheet of paper and handed it to Sam.
'Hey. Here. I made a list of things I need, have Bobby pick them up for me'.
'Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?' Sam asked.
'Protection'.
'Hey, Dad? You know, the demon, he said he had plans for me, and children like me. Do you have any idea what he meant by that?'
'No, I don't'.
Sam left, shutting the door to reveal Dean, who had been leaning behind it.
'Well, you sure know something'.
Sam opened the door to Amelie's room.
'That better not be one of you doctor's, I'm not having any more morphine'.
Sam smiled, 'it's only me'.
'Sammy!' Amelie exclaimed, 'did Dean send you?'
Sam's face paled 'what do you mean?'
'Dean, he was in here earlier, he woke me up'
'Ok, well, John wants me to get some things for protection and wait for it, the Colt' Sam said.
'Only John'
'Yep'
'Look Sam, back in the car, what you saw, it's not what you think'
'You mean the demon?'
'Yeah, I mean, I don't usually use my demon side, but I was hurting so much and my necklace wasn't on me. I need it to stop my demon side from coming out'.
'You- you what? I thought the demon just possessed you!'
'Oh crap' Amelie sighed.
'You're a demon!'
Amelie looked down before saying a small 'yes'.
At a junkyard Sam looked down at the mangled wreck of the Impala.
Bobby was there as well.
'Oh man, Dean is gonna be pissed' Sam moaned.
'Look, Sam. This... this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk, sell the rest for scrap' Bobby said.
'No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better he's gonna want to fix this' Sam said.
'There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, and the engine's ruined. There's barely any parts worth salvaging' Bobby countered.
'Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on...'
'Okay. You got it' Bobby replied quietly.
'Here, uh, Dad asked for you to get this stuff for him' Sam said and handed over the list John had given him earlier.
Bobby looked at it, frowning.
'What's John want with this?'
'Protection from the demon?'
Bobby gave Sam a look that said are you sure?
'What?' Sam said.
'Nothing, it's just, um' Bobby paused.
'Bobby? What's going on?' Sam pressed.
John was sitting by Dean's bed, Amelie was in the chair nearest Dean's head.
She had refused to be anywhere but Dean's room.
She had annoyed so many hospital staff that they just gave in to save themselves a headache.
'Come on, Dad. You've gotta help me. I've gotta get better, I've gotta get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything? I've done everything you've ever asked me. Everything. I have given everything I've ever had. And you're just going to sit there and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?' Dean said.
Dean paused, he heard something.
'What is that?'
Amelie cocked her head and looked at Dean.
Dean went into the hallway and a spirit whooshes past him. He jumped back.
'Whoah!' Dean said and turned to John and Amelie 'I take it you didn't see that'.
Dean then proceeded to stalk the spirit down the hallways. He saw it go into a back hallway where a woman was lying on the floor, choking.
'Help! Help!' the woman screamed.
'Hey! I need some help in here!' Dean shouted.
'I can't... breathe!' the woman gasped.
She panted loudly, trying desperately to breathe, and then she went silent. Dean leaned over her, and looked on helplessly.
Back in John's room, Sam walked in carrying a duffle bag, Dean met him at the door and tried to talk to him.
'Sammy! Tell me you can friggin' hear me, man, there's something in the hospital. Now, you've got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing'.
'You're quiet' John said.
Sam turned, fuming, and hurled the bag onto the bed with a crash.
'Did you think I wouldn't find out?'
'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'
'That's exactly my point! Dean is dying, and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!'
'No, no, no, guys, don't do this! Dean said over them.
'Do not tell me how I feel! I am doing this for Dean' John overlapped.
'How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself, it's the same selfish obsession!'
'Come on guys, don't do this!'
You know, it's funny, I thought it was your obsession too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt. Now if you'd killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened'.
Just then Amelie walked into the room, groaning she looked over at Dean and rolled her eyes.
Stupid Winchesters she thought.
'It was possessing you, Dad, I would have killed you too'.
'Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now'.
'Shut up, both of you!' Dean said.
'There not gonna listen' Amelie whispered, you have to do something'.
'Go to hell' Sam said to John.
'I should have never taken you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake, I knew I was wrong –'
'I said SHUT UP!' Dean shouted and smacked a glass of water off the table and it went flying, and crashed to the floor.
Sam and John looked at each other and then at Amelie who just shrugged her shoulders.
Dean looked stunned.
'Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother' Dean smirked, before crumpling in pain and flickered.
'DEAN!' Amelie screamed, before dropping to the floor, holding onto him.
'DEAN!' she said again.
John and Sam looked at each other confused, behind them nurses and doctors started running by in the hallway.
'What is it?' Dean gasped.
'Dean, look at me, please look at me, you have to hold on' Amelie begged.
'Something's going on out there' John stated.
He jerked his head indicating 'go find out' to Sam.
In Dean's room monitors were beeping, a doctor and some nurses were surrounding Dean, resuscitating him.
'All clear' a doctor said.
Sam and Amelie were huddling in the doorway, tears in their eye.
'No' Sam said.
'Dean, hold on please' Amelie whispered.
'Still no pulse' a nurse said.
'Okay, let's go again, 360' the doctor said.
'Charging' the nurse said.
Sam and Amelie were still in the doorway, crying and fidgeting; Dean came slowly behind them. He saw a ghostly figure floating over his body that was lying on the bed.
'You get the hell away from me' Dean said and ran through Amelie and Sam.
They both shuddered and Amelie cursed Dean.
Dean ran to the bed and faced the thing down, yelling.
'I said get back!'
Sam blinked, looking confused, as if he's heard something.
He turned to look at Amelie who had the same expression, I can't see Dean anymore, must be because of the condition his body is in Amelie mused.
Dean grabbed for the spirit; he latched on momentarily before hurling him back and then soaring out of the room.
The monitors slow, and quieten down.
'We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm' the nurse said.
Dean ran into the hallway, looking for the spirit; it had vanished.
Amelie and Sam sighed in relief and backed into the hallway, and watched from there. Dean came back, stands by him.
'Can you still see me Amelie?' Dean said waving a arm in Amelie's face.
No response.
'Crap, ok look, if you can hear me, both of you, don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it'.
Sam looked over to where Dean was, confused.
As Dean started to wander the halls, he failed to hear Amelie say 'be careful Dean'.
Dean wandered the halls, before hearing a girl yelling.
'Can't you see me? Why won't you look at me?' the girl yelled.
'Now what?' Dean groaned.
'Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!' the girl begged.
'Can you see me?' Dean asked.
'Yeah' the girl answered.
'All right, just, uh, calm down. What's your name?'
'Tessa'.
'Okay, good, Tessa, I'm Dean'.
'What's happening to me? Am - am I dead?'
'That sort of depends'.
In Tessa's room, Dean and Tessa stood outside, watching Tessa's body that was hooked up to tubes and machines. An older woman was sitting by the bed, holding her hand.
'I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy'.
'Well, I hate to bear bad news, but I think there were some complications'.
'It's just a dream, that's all. It's just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream'.
'Tessa. It's not a dream'.
'Then what else could it be?'
'You ever heard of an out of body experience?'
'What are you, some new agey guy?'
'You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. Got a lot of different names: Bilocation, crisis apparition, fetches... I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits of people close to death. '
'So we're going to die?'
'No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, we can snap right back in there and wake up'.
Back in John's room:
'What do you mean, you felt something?' John said.
'I mean it felt like, like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what, it... But do you think it's even possible? I mean, do you think his spirit could be around? Amelie you said you saw him before, did you really see him?'
'Yeah, he woke me up' Amelie replied, looking downwards 'but when he, when his body started crashing he faded and I can't see him anymore' Amelie sobbed and ran out of the room.
'Well, there's one way to find out' Sam said.
'Where are you going?' John asked.
'I gotta pick something up, I'll be back' Sam replied.
'Wait, Sam. I promise I won't hunt this demon. Not until we know Dean's okay'.
Sam nodded before leaving the room.
In the hospital hallway Dean and Tessa were walking down the hallway.
'I gotta say, I'm impressed' Dean said.
'With what?' Tessa asked.
'With you. Most people in your spot would be jello right now, but uh, you're taking this pretty well. Maybe a little better than me'.
'Don't get me wrong. I was pretty freaked at first. But now, I don't know. Maybe I'm dealing'.
'So you're okay with dying?'
'No, of course not. I just think, whatever's gonna happen's gonna happen. It's out of my control, it's fate'.
'Huh. Well, that's crap. You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting, no matter what —'
An announcement overhead interrupted Dean.
'Room 237, code blue. Dr. Kripke to room 237, code blue' the announcement said.
'Where are you going?' Tessa asked.
'Just wait here' Dean replied and ran down the hallway to another room in crisis. The same spirit from before was hovering over a little girl, who was being resuscitated. It reached a hand into her face.
'Get away from her!' Dean yelled.
He lunged at the spirit, which vanished. The nurse stopped resuscitating.
'All right, let's call it' a male doctor said.
'Time of death, five eleven p.m' a female doctor said.
'At least she's not suffering anymore' the nurse said.
Dean was stunned; he couldn't believe that the little girl was dead, and the hospital staff's reaction to it, more so he couldn't believe that he had failed in saving the girl.
It was night time when Sam got back and into Dean's room, he entered the room quietly clutching a brown paper bag in his arms.
'Hey Amelie, I think if Dean is around and if you are Dean, don't make fun of me for this, but um, well, there's one way we can talk'.
Sam pulled out a box labelled "Mystical Talking Board".
Dean was behind him his arms folded.
'Oh, you've gotta be kidding me' he said.
Sam circled around the bed and sat cross legged on the floor; Amelie kept her hand on Dean's but watched Sam as he opened the box and took out the board.
'Dean? Dean, are you here?' Sam called.
'God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party' Dean said.
Amelie smirked.
'What's funny?' Sam asked.
'I just know what Dean would be saying if we could hear him' Amelie replied.
Dean looked over at Amelie, he wished she could still hear him, he then proceeded to sit down cross legged opposite Sam.
'All right, Sam. This isn't going to work' Dean said.
Sam had his hands poised on the pointer. Dean placed his fingers on it and slowly, concentrating all the time slid it to the "YES" on the board.
Sam gasped whilst Amelie looked to the place where she thought Dean was, 'you're here' she said.
'I'll be damned'.
Sam laughed in relief 'it's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean'
'Damn straight' Dean replied.
Dean placed his fingers on the pointer again and started sliding it again.
The pointer began moving under Sam's fingers.
'Dean, what? H? U? Hunt? Hunting? What, are you hunting?'
The pointer slid back to "YES"
'It's in the hospital, what your hunting? Do, do you know what it is?'
'One question at a time, dude' Dean replied.
'What is it?' Sam asked.
The pointer slid again to the letters; R, E, A, P.
'I don't think it's killing people. I think it's taking them. You know, when their time's just up' Dean said aloud.
'A reaper. Dean. Is it after you?' Sam said.
The pointer slid to 'YES'.
'If it's here naturally, there's no way to stop it' Sam morosely said.
'Yeah, you can't kill death' Amelie said.
'Man, you're, um,' Sam said.
'I'm screwed, Sam' Dean replied.
'No. No, no, no, um, there's gotta be a way' Sam muttered.
Sam stood up and started pacing.
'There's gotta be a way. Dad'll know what to do' Sam said before leaving the room.
Sam entered John's room and saw that the bed was empty.
'Dad' Sam whispered.
In the hospital boiler room John pushed the door open and carried the duffel bag. He walked through a dark and dripping hallway to a clear space, before placing the bag down. He pulled out a box of white chalk and started drawing a large symbol on the floor.
Back in Dean's room Sam came back in carrying John's journal. He sat on the edge of Dean's bed.
'Hey. So Dad wasn't in his room' Sam said.
'Where is he?' Dean and Amelie asked in unison.
'Dunno, but I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something here'.
Sam flipped open the journal and leafed through it, he kept glancing up at Dean's unconscious form occasionally.
Dean stood behind him.
'Thanks for not giving up on me, guys'.
Sam turned to a page that said "Reapers" Dean leaned over and read something.
His eyes went wide.
'Son of a bitch' he exclaimed.
He left, stalking down the hallway until he saw:
In an empty room he saw Tessa, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was dressed differently.
'Hi, Dean' she said.
'You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say, a, a pretty girl. You're much prettier than the last reaper I met'.
'I was wondering when you would figure it out' Tessa said.
'I should have known. That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours is far too laid back for a dead chick. But the mother, and the body, I'm still trying to figure that one out' Dean replied.
'It's my sandbox, I can make you see whatever I want' Tessa replied.
'What, is this like a turn-on for you? What, toying with me?' Dean remarked.
'You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out. Kinda hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me' Tessa said.
'Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?' Dean sharply said, sitting down on the bed.
'How death is nothing to fear' Tessa replied, simply.
She touched Dean's cheek 'it's your time to go, Dean. And you're living on borrowed time already'.
Back in the boiler room John had finished the chalk symbol, and had placed several candles and a black bowl around it. He was incanting in Latin.
He then slid a knife across his palm, drawing blood and dripped it on the bowl. He lit a match and dropped it in; the sand in the bowl flared and went out. John stood, looking around. A hand grabbed at his shoulder.
'What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?' the man said.
'I can explain' John started.
'Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on. You follow me' the man said.
John pulled the Colt out of his coat and cocked it.
'Hey. How stupid do you think I am?' he said
The man looked up and his eyes glowed yellow 'you really want an honest answer to that?'
Two possessed men in lab coats stalked by and took position behind John.
'You conjuring me, John. I'm surprised. I took you for a lot f things. But suicidally reckless wasn't one of them' the demon said.
'I could always shoot you' John replied.
'You could always miss' the demon countered before laughing 'and you've only got one try, don't'cha? Did you really think you could trap me?'
'Oh, I don't want to trap you' John said and lowered the gun, 'I want to make a deal'.
The demon looked on intrigued.
Back in Dean's room, Amelie had her head near Dean's and Sam was standing near the window side of Dean's bed, his hands in his pockets. Dean wasn't with them still.
'Dean, are you here?' Sam said aloud.
Amelie looked around trying to focus on whether Dean was with them or not.
'I couldn't find anything in the book. I don't know how to help you. But I'll keep trying, all right? As long as you keep fighting. I mean, come on you can't, you can't leave me here alone with dad and Amelie, we'll kill each other and she'll kill us again, you know that'
Amelie smiled at this, knowing that she would do that.
'Dean, you've got to hold on. You can't go, man, not now. We were just starting to be brothers again. Can you hear me?' Sam continued.
In the room where Dean and Tessa were Dean was staring out a dark window.
'Look, I'm sure you've heard this before, but... you've gotta make an exception, you've gotta cut me a break' said Dean.
'Stage three: bargaining'.
'I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this, um, war, and they need me'.
'The fight's over'.
'No, it isn't'.
'It is for you. Dean. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them'.
'My brother. He could die without me. My girlfriend, she said she protects me and always will, what do you say to that?'
'Maybe he will, maybe he won't. Nothing you can do about it. It's an honorable death. A warrior's death and as for little one, she lies'
'She lies to protect us and I think I'll pass on the seventy two virgins, thanks. I'm not that into prude chicks anyway'.
'That's funny. You're very cute'.
'There's no such thing as an honorable death. My corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die! No. I'm not going with you, I don't care what you do'.
'Well, like you said. There's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years. Disembodied, scared, and over the decades it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent'.
'What are you saying?'
'Dean. How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go and they can't move on. And you're about to become one. The same thing you hunt'.
In the boiler room, the demon, John, and the other two minions were still in a circle around the summoning symbol.
'It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?' the demon said.
'It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet, but you've got to help Dean. You've got to bring him back'.
'Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them'.
'It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean'.
'Don't be so sure. His girlfriend and him killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat. And neither is your other son, I can't kill little one so…'
John lowered his head, and raised his eyes.
'You know the truth, right? About Sammy? And the other children? Oh and my favourite, you know about her don't you?' the demon finished.
'Yeah. I've known for a while' John softly said.
'But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb, so has little one'.
'Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?'
'No. But I know someone who can. it's not a problem'.
'Good' John said before saying 'but before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes'.
'Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?'
John slowly shook his head.
'Fine' the demon replied.
'So we have a deal?' John asked.
'No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot'.
'With what?'
'There's something else I want, as much as that gun. Maybe more'.
Dean was sitting on the bed in the empty room, Tessa was behind him. She stroked his hair tenderly.
'It's time to put the pain behind you'.
'And go where?'
'Sorry. I can't give away the big punchline. Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to be?'
As he turneds to look at her, the lights started flickering, and a familiar buzzing started.
'What are you doing that for?'
'I'm not doing it'.
The both turned to a vent in the floor and saw black demon ichor pour out of it.
'What the hell?' Dean exclaimed.
'You can't do this! Get away!' Tessa screamed.
'What's happening?' Dean asked.
Tessa started to scream as the demon flowed into her mouth. She turned to Dean, eyes glowing yellow.
'Today's your lucky day, kid' she said before placing a hand on Dean's forehead; he convulsed.
In Dean's room, Amelie was stroking Dean's hair pushing the hair back from his eyes, she was tired but she didn't want to sleep, there were more important things going on at the moment. Sam was still sitting on the bed.
Dean gasped, waking suddenly and started to choke on the tube in his throat.
'Dean?' Amelie said.
Sam ran into the hallway yelling 'help! I need help!'
It was daylight when the doctor came to visit Dean again.
'I can't explain it' the doctor said, 'the edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You have some kind of angel watching over you'.
'Thanks, doc' Dean smiled before leaning into Amelie, who was perched by his head.
'So you said a Reaper was after me?' Dean asked Sam.
'Yeah'.
'How'd I ditch it?'
'You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?'
'No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong'.
There was a knock at the door; John was hovering in the doorway.
'How you feeling, dude?'
'Fine, I guess. I'm alive'.
'That's what matters'.
'Where were you last night?' Sam angrily said.
'Sam' Amelie warned.
'I had some things to take care of'.
'Well, that's specific' Sam said sarcastically.
'Come on, Sam' Dean said.
'Did you go after the demon?'
'No'.
Amelie looked John in the eyes, he hasn't? oh my god he has! She thought.
'You know, why don't I believe you right now?' Sam remarked.
'Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I, I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?' John pleaded.
'Dad, are you all right?' Sam asked, concern now filling his voice.
'Yeah. Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Hey, son, would you and Amelie, uh, would you mind getting me a cup of caffeine?'
'Yeah. Yeah, sure' Sam said.
Amelie gently moved away from Dean, she went over to John and whispered in his ear 'I'll miss you, but I will look after them still, stay strong' before leaving with Sam.
John looked at their retreating bodies and sighed.
'What is it?'
'You know, when you were a kid, I'd come home from a hunt, and after what I'd seen, I'd be, I'd be wrecked. And you, you'd come up to me and you, you'd put your hand on my shoulder and you'd look me in the eye and you'd... You'd say "It's okay, Dad"' John said, he paused before saying 'Dean, I'm sorry'.
'What?'
'You shouldn't have had to say that to me, I should have been saying that to you. You know, I put, I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you took care of me. You did that, and you didn't complain, not once. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you'.
'This really you talking?'
John laughed 'yeah. Yeah, it's really me'.
'Why are you saying this stuff?'
John came closer, and put a hand on Dean's shoulder.
'I want you to watch out for Sammy, okay and Amelie, she says she can protect herself but, you know what she's like'.
'Yeah, dad, you know I will. You're scaring me'.
'Don't be scared, Dean' John soothed.
John leaned over and whispered something into Dean's ear. Dean pulled back in shock, processing what John had just told him. John left the room, and Dean stared after him.
In an empty hospital room, John was standing by an empty bed, he placed the Colt on a small bed table.
'Okay' he said.
Outside in the hallway Sam and Amelie were walking back to the room carrying a cup of coffee. They looked into a room and saw John lying motionless on the floor.
'Dad?' Sam said.
Dropping the cup, Sam and Amelie ran to John's side, kneeled over him and screamed for help.
Once again, a crowd of doctors and nurses attempt resuscitation, this time it was on John. Amelie, Dean and Sam hovered in the doorway, and a nurse tried to push them out.
'No, no, no, it's our dad. It's our dad!' Dean pleaded.
'Listen lady, let them in or so help me God I will –'Amelie said but looked at Dean and Sam's faces.
'Come on' she finished.
'Okay, stop compressions' the doctor said.
'Come on, come on' Dean chanted.
'Still no pulse' the nurse who tried to get rid of them said.
'Okay, that's it everybody' the doctor paused before saying 'I'll call it. Time of death: 10:41am'.