I just noticed in the second chapter I made it that the boys have the impala, and that doesn't make sense...sorry for the mistake just forget about that part :P

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I'd imagined the boys to gawk at my idea, and say, "we're not wasting anytime. We are going to find this thing, not wait as bait."

But instead they accepted it in without thought. Sam nodded. "Yeah."

Dean was a bit more hesitant and stole the words right out of my predicted imagination. "We can't waste any more time. We have to go find it, not let it find us and snatch us up like everyone else while we're not paying attention."

"If it could get us, it would of infected us already," Sam argued. "It seems like the only reasonable explanation is that the salt is keeping it-and the virus out."

"How did Maison come inside then?" JJ asked. "She had the virus before she walked through the door, which I know the salt line is still fine because I checked it before I went downstairs."

"Maybe it hadn't….I don't know, gotten deep enough in her bloodstreams or something."

"Wait, that actually makes sense," I interrupted. The pieces were coming together, finally starting to make a slightly acceptable puzzle. "Everyone has the disease by now because it's airborne."

JJ raised one of her eyebrows, her face serious. "Like if someone breaths the same air as someone with the virus they'll get it?"

Dean shrugged. "I dunno, it explains how that other kid got it."

I pondered the idea, and it actually sparked as possible. "Why haven't we gotten it yet?" I asked nervously.

Dean frowned. "Good luck? But we could all have it right now and we just haven't reacted yet."

A cold chill crawled up my back. I felt weary of everyone else in the room, like they were suddenly going to attack me. I shook the feeling off, and crossed my arms, trying to block it from coming back.

"Let's just NOT retreat to that being an option yet," JJ said, her light features twisted with weariness, and a little bit of anger. Her voice was shaky but strong as she spoke. "For now let's either hunt this thing down," she looked at me. "Or stay here. You guys figure it out." She blinked. "I hate arguing and I'm NOT going to be a part of it."

Dean looked a bit blown away by the girls courage to state her opinion so strongly. He smirked kindly at her, then turned to Sam and I. "So what's it going to be?" JJ asked, impatiently shifting her weight.

Dean sighed, closing his lids slowly. "Fine. We stay here at let this thing come kill us-"

"Dean," Sam interrupted, his lips pinched in a tight line.

Rolling his bright yet deep green eyes, Dean finally gave in and said, "well, it can't kill us if we kill it first."

Moments later I completely regretted the decision.

It was almost like it would be better to go face certain death then wait in suspense as we were now.

It was like a bad punch line. The four last people in the world sat around a table awkwardly eating left over chicken wings from KFC….

I wasn't hungry, in fact, food was the last thing on my mind, but I ate it anyway. It tasted dry and stale, or maybe it was just because my mouth that was

Ripping off another piece of the chicken, I heard Dean sigh all the way across the table.

Peering up from my plate, I saw he was basically playing with the food, trying to get a wing to stand up all by it's own on the plate by placing several other wings around it to help balance it. Dean concentrated on placing a final wing, then he groaned when they both toppled over.

"What are we doing," he said, his voice so bored it sounded close to whining.

"Let's get out there!"

"We're not leaving," Sam said. He had one elbow rested on the table, with his palm balancing his chin. "This seems like the safest place, at least for now."

"It's almost 3:00 PM in the afternoon! We've been waiting for HOURS. And nothings happened!"

No one answered Dean, who had shoved his chicken tower aside and was now shooting daggers at his brother.

The silence was so loud, maybe so quiet, that I could barely hear JJ's soft voice. "What?" I asked, turning to her.

She breathed in, her arms hugging around herself with a think blanket. I knew she wanted to go to sleep but wasn't even going to bother asking again. We know how that turned out last time I tried that. "How do we know this is even going to work?" She mumbled. The last strands of hair gripping onto the braid had finally let go, and now it fell in her face, tangled and knotted.

I could hardly make out what she was saying, but got the message. I processed it as she repeated the sentence again, this time a bit louder. "How do we know this is even going to work?" Her voice sounded hollow. Like she had no effort left inside of her. No reason to keep going.

I felt the same way, and uncomfortably shifted my thoughts, running my hand through my thick locks. My fingers just made it through, and I could tell a hairbrush could be nice right now. But it wasn't the time to worry about that. I looked at Sam. His hair was still absolutely perfect... My dad has those 'powers' too, I guess.

Sam chewed on his lip momentarily before answering Jay. Looking up at her, his eyelashes still lowered over his eyes, he said, "We don't. We may end up dead. But for now we're just going to….not think about that."

How could we not think about dying! I wanted to scream, my breaths getting faster and heavier each thought. I almost said it out loud, but my conscious stopped me. I'm sure everyone else was privately thinking the same thing. My complaint wasn't going to help the situation, so I bit my tongue then retreated to pursing my lips in a tight line to stop me from saying something I'd regret.

"What if the thing doesn't come though? What if were waiting her for nothing?" Although it may seem like she must of said the sentence with sarcasm, there wasn't a hint of it in her tone.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm sure there's other hunters that salted their house. Why do we think this demons going to come to mine first? I really don't think we're the last people in the world. I mean, even for everything that's gone on today, that's just flat out ridiculous."

JJ nodded, her frantic bangs slipping in front of her face. She didn't bother to push them back.

Sam sighed, turning his head towards Dean, who was staring at the table, deep in concentration. "I mean," he scratched his head, his voice stalling. "We could….summon it."

"You think I haven't thought of that?" Dean replied somewhat sharply. "I don't think that's a step in the right direction. For one, we don't need this kids getting into this stuff." He continued shooting his deadly glare into Sam, then said, "plus, how do we even know we'd get the right demon? We don't know what type of demon this is. I'm guessing at least a Knight of Hell, but I don't know, it's too much to risk. We may end up summoning something else…..it's not worth it."

"I'd rather not," JJ spoke up. She pulled the blanket closer to her neck, her fists tightening around the fabric. "I don't want to summon a.." She gulped. "You know."

"So we just wait for days?" Sam muttered, turning his gaze back to the empty walls.

The whole conversation was getting us no where. We always came back to the same thing, "so we're just gonna wait?" and it seemed like none of us were to eager to that being the last option, but I feared it was.

We continued sitting there awkwardly, every second or so someone would sigh, or shift their position, leading to a creak in their chair, but otherwise it was silent.

Then I felt a sharp pain.

My thoughts whirled and my mind spun, my body felt like it had been ripped into pieces. I tried to open my eyelashes, grasp what had just happened, but they felt weighed down, maybe sewn closed…..I screamed but nothing came out, and I could feel anything, but then again everything inside of me was aching like never before. I couldn't breathe, my lungs burned, my ears rang…I heard a groan, and thought it was myself until I realized I couldn't get any sound out of my throat. I forced my eyes open.

Dean was on the way other side of the room by the table-it hit me and I moved my vision down and realized I was the one sitting on the other side…..I grasped for consciousness as I saw JJ over by the door to the kitchen, her body limp, not moving, signaling she was out cold on the floor. Me, and everyone else, had literally all just gotten thrown across the room.

I could feel it with every aching thought.

It was here.

So the big battle thing happens in the next chapter and I wrote it but it stinks...I'm bad at writing scenes like that. Anyways, because I most likely have to rewrite 99% of it, hopefully I'll get it up Saturday but it might not be until next Wednesday. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter, it means so much to me! And if you want to see what happens next you can follow...anyways thanks again! :)