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So I am completely ashamed in myself. The last chapter was AWFUL. I never really read it again after I had posted it, but somehow all of my indents and such disappeared making it a cluttered mess. I am so mad at myself. I'm planning on replacing it with a more updated version, so if you want to check back in a couple of days it should be fixed. I can't apologize enough grrr it was such a mess...

Anyway this chapter moves really fast and it seems like the exact same stuff keeps happening. Which is true. When I post the next chapter it should make more sense.

I'll let you get to the story. (And don't worry, I'll double check this one before I post it.)

I looked at Dean. The deep cut on his forehead had bled down onto his lips, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. His mouth was gaped a bit, his expression confused.

"Was that who I think it was? Cause if it was it was-"

"Maison," I interrupted, my tongue barely able to pronounce it. Maison was gone. It couldn't of been here. Who was it then?

Dean must have been thinking the same thing because he blinked, then ran towards the garage. I started to run but as soon as my right leg hit impact with the ground, it sent a wave of pain up to my hip. I stumbled and fell, landing on my hands. I caught my breath and stood back up.

This time I walked instead of running, one hand on the wall to keep my balance. Dean was stiffly waiting by the garage door.

We both made eye contact when someone screamed again. "h-help!" Someone cried from the garage.

I knew that was Maison. I knew that whine, I've been hearing it for….well….my whole life.

Dean's fingers gripped around the doorknob. My back stiffened. "What if it's not her," I whispered.

Dean pondered the thought. I swallowed hard. I didn't want anybody to kill anybody again, I thought as I watched him pull his knife back out of his jacket. The sight of the already slightly hardened blood on it made me turn away. The fact I had…killed someone…..

But I knew that it would have been the demon's life or Thomas'.

Even so, I shuddered.

"We'll just find out," Dean said, holding the knife up, "won't we?"

I nodded stiffly.

Dean finally opened the door.

"heLLPPP!"

I stared blankly at Maison as my jaw dropped. Tears crusted around her eyes. What was left of her mascara had dried on her cheeks. She sat in the chair, ropes binding her legs and arms. A thick band was tied around her waste and the back of the chair.

My mind swung. I didn't even realize what I had done until I opened my eyes again. It was like I'd moved in fast motion-suddenly my arms were wrapped around her bond body.

"Justice!" Dean yelled, and I felt his arms grab at the edges of my waist, pulling me away.

I sharply turned my head around. "I don't care, okay?" I stared into his unblinking eyes. "I don't care if she has the disease. This is Maison. Trust me. I know her." Swallowing hard, I focused on him. "I don't care anymore."

Suddenly I felt guilt as I zoomed in on him. His face was coated with worry. He didn't want me to get the disease. He cared about me-like my dad.

I gulped, the tears I had been holding in my throat pushing their way up. "I don't care…."

All I wanted was my family back. My friends back. And for all I knew right now, I had Maison back.

"JJ?!" I blinked, and felt relieved as the tears settled before any could fall. I had done enough crying today.

I looked at Maison. Her eyes were rimmed with white, shock coating her bright blue eyes. "What…..what…."

She shifted from me to Dean. The blankness widened. "….….Jensen?!"

I watched as she blinked, her eyes rolling back. Her head lolled, then her whole body went limp in the chair.

Dean sighed, his lids closing as he ran a hand through his hair. "Again?"

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THOMAS POINT OF VIEW

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Everything was dark.

Something bitter panned in my throat, I coughed, the edges of my mouth burning.

A soft voice rang in my ears. I forced my eyelids open.

My vision was foggy, but I made out a face.

"….d-Dad?"

My dad looked down at me, his hair falling in front of his face, worry coating his features. "Thomas? Are you okay?"

Instantly I remembered everything. The demon choking me-then JJ. This wasn't my dad, it was Sam.

"…What happened?" I asked. My voice was groggy. I coughed again, and cringed when blood sputtered from my mouth.

Sam closed his eyes, trying to remember. "Croatoan payed us a visit, and tried to take care of all of us." He sighed, his eyes opening again. "Justice took care of him."

JJ killed him? The three words swam through my mind, barely able to form the jumbled sentence. JJ killed him.

I groaned as the familiar pain began to form in my body. The first thing I realized was my leg…..

Even through the pain, the image of JJ's shocked face, the last thing I saw before passing out.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sam's voice sounded worried for me. Maybe he saw me wanting to scream from the pain.

I nodded towards my arm.

"Oh crap," Sam said, biting down on his cheek. I assumed it wasn't a pretty sight.

I could still feel the fingers wrapped around my burning throat. My free hand reached up to it, stroking my neck.

Suddenly the basememnt door swung open, and we both turned.

A frantic boy stood in the doorway, his hair spread in a jumbled mess. He looked up.

"West?!"

"Tom?"

His eyes darted back and forth, his breaths speeding up. "What…is….happening?!"

He looked like he could jump out of his skin. "Okay," Sam said, standing up from me. "Calm down, every-"

"Jared?" West gawked.

West was dead, I thought. Or was all this a dream? Why wasn't West recognizing that it wasn't my dad, it was Sam?

"It's….Sam," Sam said, his eyebrows furrowing into a deep crease. "Remember?"

West panted like a dog. His eyes were wild. "….What am I, inside an episode of Supernatural?" Suddenly his legs went limp and he fell down.

Sam hurried over to him, leaning down to test his pulse. "He just passed out," Sam said. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

"Didn't he….disapeer?" I said, pushing myself up with my good arm so that I was leaning against the wall.

Sam slowly nodded.

"Thomas!?"

I turned. JJ ran out from the hallway, and finally I let out a sigh of relief. "JJ," I said.

She ran up to me, pulling me into a hug without even thinking. I cringed, her grip squeezing my shoulder and sending a stream of pain into my arm.

"I thought you were dead," she whispered into my ear.

Chills ran up my spine. I had thought she was dead. She thought I was dead. Everyone thought West was dead.

I tried to hold in a groan but couldn't. She pulled back. "Oh my gosh," her eyes widened as she looked at my arm.

I decided I should, too. Peering down, I saw the familiar sight of the twisted mess. Definitely broken. I wasn't double jointed.

"Are you okay!?"

"It doesn't hurt," I lied, not taking my eyes off of her.

She giggled, her voice clogged. I guessed she was holding back tears, but she wasn't letting any out. "Pssh," she said. "I'm sure that doesn't hurt at all."

The sight of her smile made one creep up my mouth. I grinned.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She looked okay, other then her frizzed-out hair and a bruise on her cheek.

"What? I'm fine, and Maison's alive."

She said it out of nowhere. Maison disapeeared, just like West. "West is alive." I told her.

She frowned. I nodded towards West's motionless body.

She gasped, but didn't move from me. "Him and Mai…..what's happening?"

I honestly didn't know. But it was something good.

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Anyways, as you can tell this story is going to be ending soon, but I LOVE it...

Maybe y'all should expect a sequel?

Let me know if you want one and I'll think about it.

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