Author's notes: Thanks 'supernaturalchick85' for your review. I'm glad the story is getting good by this point :P Thanks 'C.M.S. Cipriano' for your review, and no...the headaches aren't exactly good news, but t some times it may be good...

Thanks 'clubby' for your review. This story is indeed getting much bigger than it started out as. They're not about to find out about each other's secrets just yet, saving that moment for the right timing. It'll be at it's best that way :P. Thanks for reading! Thanks 'megan' for your review. I'm greatful that your like the Sam/powers storyline! Was a bit worried about it at first but it's come along nicely now. I cna't post the story too soon, but I do apolisise for it being late this week...been very busy and stressed.

And a special thanks to 'Tuffman' because while you have been a great reviewer, you've also helped me out of many sticky situations and provided me with some lines and a few songs. So THANKYOU! Glad you found the last ep very interesting, and the many layers. It was one of my aims :P. The brothers Logan and Blake WILL be back later on, much later but they'll be back in a slightly larger, more dangerous role. But also...well, you'll love it. But yeah they'll be back, you can count on that. The brothers are still being stubborn Winchesters and the chances are that when they fine out...it won't be from them.

Keep in mind that I am almost finihsed writing this fic, up to ep 21 at the moment!! And It's true to say that this ep is one of my MOST FAVOURITE of the entire fic! So I hope you love it too! Minda is just pure gold to write and read! :D
Um, this ep does contain a teaser at the end as usual, also the song used in this ep is: Damned by AC DC.

A few spoilers for 'In my time of dying' but other than that I don't think there's anymore. If you read this than please review and let me know what you think, along with anything that could help me in the future etc. Your opinions and thought are what make me day. The next chapter will be updated on Tuesday, even though this one was late. Anyways, read and reivew!

16 Two seconds to midnight

Watertown, South Dakota

'It's been a week' Archie told his wife as they sat in the hospital room, watching their daughter as she lay peacefully in her bed.

'Only one week' Jenny replied back, annoyed at his lack of faith. 'Rebecca will make it Archie, don't you dare give up on her!'

'I'm not' he said and got up. 'But I have to get back to the office, will you be okay?'

'Don't worry about me' Jenny said and he gave her a quick kiss before leaving.

'Oh Becca' she sobbed and held her daughter's hand. 'Why did you have to hang out with him?' she sniffed and then blew her nose on a tissue. She frowned and was confused as she suddenly lost all her hearing. Not a single sound could be heard, not of her blowing her nose…or of the machines hooked up to her daughter, whom was still in a coma.

'What…?' she winced a bit as the door swung close and all the papers and loose objects in the room started blowing and swirling everywhere.

Jenny gasped in fright and sat on her chair hard, in shock. She still couldn't hear anything though. Through the observation window on the wall near the door, she saw the blinds close but she still noticed all the flickering lights. Jenny stood up and held Rebecca's hand, only to feel it was as cold as ice.

The wind sudden died down and the door swung open again.

'No' Jenny sobbed as her hearing returned and the machines weren't beeping to Rebecca's heart anymore.

Doctors rushed into the room and tried to revive Rebecca, but nothing.

'Time of death…' a nurse glanced at her watch. '11:58pm' she sighed as Jenny collapsed onto the floor sobbing loudly.

Sam walked up to the hospital reception desk; he held out an I.D and flashed a badge while he gave the young woman there a smile.

'Hey, I heard about the patient ah…Rebecca Nave that died a few weeks ago, I was wondering if I could have a look at her records?' he asked.

'Um…' the girl was a bit nervous so he assumed she was new around here…that was actually a good thing.

'I picked up the files from last week, but my partner lost them again…so could I have another look at them? They would be of Robbie Jackson, Juliana Colas and Gregory White?'

'Oh um, okay' she nodded and found the files he wanted. 'Here, the photo-copier machine is down the hall' she pointed.

'Thanks' he nodded and gave her another smile.

--

Dean drummed his fingers as another song started up. He was getting bored waiting for Sam so he turned the music up louder, drumming harder with a big grin on his face.

"Don't smoke don't fight don't light no cigarettes
Or else you'll wind up in the can
No jokes no rights sit tight don't fool around
You are a guest of Uncle Sam
Stand up look right don't slouch and stand at ease
Allow no sex above the knees
When I snap you jump into the master plan
I'll be damned
Well I'll be damned"

'Dean!' Sam snapped as he reached him and tapped on the window.

'Argh!' Dean jumped and re-opened his eyes. He reached over and turned the music down. 'What took you so long?' he grumbled after winding the window down to talk to him.

'Dude, I was gone five minutes' Sam rolled his eyes and got into the Impala.

'Okay, so…all four patients over the last two months had been admitted to hospital with some kind of injury' Sam said, going over his notes. 'Gregory White, aged 24…died two months ago. He was admitted after some farming accident and broke his leg. After three days he fell into a coma for no reason and exactly a week later…dead' Sam sighed. 'Juliana Colas, 17 years old and died six weeks ago. Was admitted for severe stomach pains. After three days, she also fell into a coma…dead in a week. Um, then there is Robbie Jackson, 36 years of age and was submitted for snakebite. Three days later…fell into a coma and then after a week…he died'

'And our most recent victim?' Dean asked, but he was picking up on the pattern.

'Rebecca Nave' he took a deep breath. 'Was brought in unconscious from a motorcycle accident. She awoke on the second day…but then slipped into a coma the next day and after a week…dead, about two weeks ago' he nodded. 'And get this: all of the patients died at exactly 11:58pm'

'Well, we can either assume this is one freakish coincidence…or, we got a case' Dean smirked and turned the music up again.

"I'm damned if I do
I'm damned if I don't
I'll be damned"

'Okay! I have a lead' Dean announced as he came into the apartment that afternoon.

'You do?' Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.

'It all happened in the same ward' Dean grinned.

'And…?' Sam asked, since he had already figured that out. 'Wait, that's your lead?' he frowned.

'No' Dean lied and quickly tried to think of something else. 'I ah…I got an idea'

'An idea? On what, how to raise your I.Q?' Sam joked but then sighed. 'We don't even know what we're up against'

'Yeah, until now' Dean grinned and scratched his head.

Sam waited for Dean's reply but it never came. 'Dean?'

'Hm? Ah…reaper' Dean said.

'A reaper? It's a bit more complicated for just a reaper' Sam said but thought about it. 'What, is it a different type of reaper?'

'Bob…yeah, I think so' Dean nodded. 'Dude, I can think of things myself!'

'Okay' Sam nodded. 'So how did you know it's a reaper?'

'Ah…Bobby told me' Dean gave in, ignoring Sam's smirk. 'He said he'd heard of this reaper that was different to all the others out there'

'Different? How?' Sam wondered. 'And how do we stop a reaper Dean…you know those things are like…unstoppable'

'Well, all reapers are different in some way, and there's no way to tell where each of them originated from. But this particular one is called the Reaper of lost souls' Dean sat down, undoing the buttons on his sleeve, which was a part of the suit he'd had to wear to talk to some history people that knew about reapers. 'This reaper used to be a human…like forever ago, and then he offered up his soul because he figured it was the last thing he had left to lose. He was sent to Hell, and then…I dunno, the old man yapped on for a bit, gave me a frigging earache. But the reaper dude now lurks around in search of lost souls. People with so little to lose, that are so broken or tired of life, but aren't the kind to kill themselves because they have others to worry about'

'Like you' Sam sighed. 'Not bad Dean' he said, since Dean had been the one to report back with very useful information this time. 'Except…still doesn't tell us what to do'

'Ah!' Dean smirked knowledgeably. 'But that is where you're wrong my friend' he nodded. 'You know how I'm so awesome?'

'No…' Sam replied smugly.

'Oh, funny guy' Dean glared. 'Anyway, you know how I'm so awesome? Well I have a way to stop Mr lost soul guy'

'What? You found a way to stop a reaper?' Sam raised his eyebrows. 'How?'

'Well not a reaper…this reaper' Dean reminded him. 'And, well we have to perform this Latin thing, ritual thing…and basically give him back the one thing that hurt him the most to lose…his daughter'

'Okay' Sam nodded. 'In the hospital?'

'Yeah, about that' Dean knew Sam wasn't going to like this. 'There is another pattern we didn't pick up on. It started with a girl…then goes boy…then girl…boy, girl, boy, girl, b-'

'I get it' Sam stopped him. 'And the last victim was a girl so…'

'Yeah, last time I checked…I'm a boy' Dean nodded.

'No' Sam said. 'Dean, the patients need to suffer from an injury, pretty severe. Then after three days they go into a coma…dude, no!'

'Sam, it has to be on the seventh day, coma or no coma…people are dying! All it takes is a little Latin' Dean argued.

'You are so self sacrificing' Sam frowned.

'And you are so self moralizing' Dean replied, rolling his eyes.

Bobby came down the next day to assist with some research to make sure they knew when the reaper was going to strike again. Dean was suspicious that Bobby and Sam had alternative motives of making sure he didn't stab or shoot himself to get into the ward.

Ironically though, as Sam and Dean were heading back to the motel room where Bobby was waiting, they went into a store because Dean wanted to check out some of the antique amulets, but a man robbed the place. Dean and Sam had been on their way out when the guy pulled his gun, he rushed for his getaway but Dean hadn't seen him coming. The guy panicked and shot Dean, and then left as fast as he could where a car was waiting for him.

Sam held Dean and tried to keep him awake while the storeowner called for an ambulance…

Dean strained to open his eyes and was instantly hit with pain. A hospital room then came into view and after taking in his surroundings; he saw Sam and Bobby sitting on chairs…glaring at him.

'It's God's will' Dean shrugged in his own defense, but then was hit with more pain. 'What happened? Last thing I saw was some chick's ass and the front page of a magazine…something about someone ending up somewhere' he tried to remember.

'You got shot' Sam said in a very pissed off tone.

'You stupid ass' Bobby added with a growl.

'Well, guess you gotta perform the Latin thing then…remember, seventh day' Dean winked at Sam.

'You're pathetic' Sam said and left the room.

'Oh good, he's getting me a cheeseburger' Dean grinned and then yelled out: 'Don't forget the extra onion!'

Dean was almost relieved when visiting hours were finally over. He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. The pain had been okay but noticeable, although right now it started to fade, as if he had super healing powers or something. Dean opened his eyes and was shocked to find it was sunrise.

'What the…?' he frowned and sat up. He got out of bed and walked to the hallway.

Dean was so confused. He was in a hospital hallway, but it looked older than the one he had presumably gone to sleep in. And now he was dressed in his usual jeans, grey shirt and black jacket.

'I'm dreaming' he nodded and then saw his brother coming out of a room ahead.

'Hey! Sam' he rushed over to him and Sam frowned at him.

'Excuse me? How do you know my name?' Sam looked at him suspiciously.

'What? You're…' Dean then froze as he saw John coming out of the room as well.

'Ready to go?' he asked and then spotted Dean. 'Can we help you?'

'Ah…' Dean frowned. 'It's nothing' he shrugged.

'Come on, we've got work to do' Sam said to John and they left.

Dean watched them leave and felt so confused. 'What the hell?' he asked no one. He then rushed after them and once they were outside they turned around expectantly, making Dean come out of hiding.

'Why are you following us?' John snapped.

'Dad? It's me…Dean'

'Are you crazy?' John growled. 'I don't know anyone called Dean, and Sam's my only son'

'I…' Dean was just shocked. He glanced at Sam and then the Impala behind them. 'I don't exist?' Dean frowned. 'This is one weird dream'

Dean stood there and watched as they drove off into the distance.

'No! Let me go!' a woman's voice reached his ears. Dean turned and saw a guy trying to lead a younger girl into a car. She was about twenty and was trying to hard to fight him off.

'Hey!' Dean yelled and went after the guy. He grabbed him and fought with him, kicking him in the nads and then punching him until he was knocked out.

'You okay?' he asked the Blonde-haired girl.

'I…I think so' she breathed in relief. 'Thanks…?'

'Dean' he nodded and they walked away from the man and his car.

'I'm Minda' she smiled. 'I was just wandering around and that creep grabbed me' she gasped.

'Yeah, what are you doing here?'

'I don't know. I mean…nah, you'll think I'm crazy' she sighed, rolling her eyes a bit. 'I think I'm crazy'

'I've heard all kinds of crazy…try me'

'Okay well, um…one minute I was in the hospital because I'd been thrown off my horse. The doctors said I could go home in a few days but then…I don't know, I woke up here. I mean it's a hospital, but it's different. And no one knows who I am…I…' she sighed.

'Yeah, I know how you feel. I was shot' Dean explained.

'Shot? Oh my god!' she gasped.

'Yeah, not much fun' he sighed and looked around.

'So what do we do? Am I dreaming or going crazy or…what?'

'You're not crazy' Dean replied.

'Oh, well that's just…that's great' she frowned in sarcasm. 'I would feel a whole lot better if I were crazy'

Dean cracked a smile and then thought for a moment. 'Okay, I think I know how we can get out of…whatever this is'

'Well I'm glad one of us knows what to do' she bit her lip. 'So what exactly do we do?'

'That depends…have you ever heard of something called a reaper?'

'Oh you're right!' Minda nodded. 'I'm not crazy…you are' she backed away a bit.

'I'll take that as a no' Dean turned to her. 'Look, the truth is…we're going to die in a week unless we do something'

'How are we going to die?' she asked, very skeptical to his mental status.

'There's this thing…a reaper, and it's putting people into a coma…and then after a week, he kills them. Now you either believe me or you don't…but if you don't, then the chances are that you're going to die'

Minda stared at him for a moment. 'I think you're nuts, you're utterly…totally nuts! But I don't want to die so…whatever' she rolled her eyes. 'How do we stop the…thing?'

'I need some help' Dean replied. 'Come on…I gotta steal a car'

'Excuse me?' Minda snapped. 'Listen buddy, I am not signing up for-'

Dean grabbed her arm and led her over to an unoccupied car.

'Okay! Right behind you' Minda replied quickly once she was shoved into the passenger seat.

'We're with the FBI' Dean held up an I.D he'd just made and showed it to the man behind the counter of the closest motel office. 'We're looking for two men. One was rather tall; the other had an unshaven face. Mostly likely dressed in hunting gear and the owners of an awesome black 67 Chevy Impala. Both have dark hair?'

'Ah yeah…room 284' the man nodded.

'Thanks' Dean nodded and held Minda's arm again.

'I didn't know you were an FBI agent' she said as they searched for the room.

'I'm not' Dean replied, putting the I.D into his pocket.

'But then why…ooooh' Minda nodded in understanding. 'I see' she said. 'Great, the people I hang out with'

'If you wanna die then go ahead' Dean shrugged.

'Hey! I did not say that. Yeah, you're mentally unbalanced, a criminal and think some scary creature will kill us in our sleep…but I did not say I wanted to die'

'Come on Minnie' Dean rolled his eyes, getting bored and frustrated.

'My name is Minda!'

'Not anymore' Dean smirked.

Minda hit his arm hard. 'Minda!' she snapped.

'Okay, how about we meet halfway? Minnie Minda? Ouch!' he yelped.

'Minda' she glared.

'Heesh, you're worst than Sam when I call him Sammy'

'Who?' Minda looked at him blankly.

'Ah…never mind' Dean sighed and knocked on the door right near the Impala.

'Don't worry baby, I'll get you back soon' he told "his" car.

'Did you just…? Oh great!' Minda yelled. 'Add "talks to cars" on the list of mentally insane things you do' she sighed but then jumped as the motel door swung open.

'You again?' Sam snapped. 'What the hell-'

'Shut up Sam' Dean snapped back.

'And who are you?' Sam looked down at Minda.

'Hey, don't look at me…this is his crazy idea, not mine. I was quite happy with-'

'We need to talk' Dean cut in. 'Where's…John?'

'Dad' Sam called and opened the motel door the rest of the way.

'Now before you start shooting-' Dean held up his hands.

'Oh God!' Minda yelped. 'Shoot us? Seriously? I thought it was a reaper and now we're gonna get shot? Besides, haven't you already been shot?'

'Reaper?' Sam and John echoed.

'Ah yeah, Minda here has trouble keeping her mouth shut' Dean sighed, giving her a glare but she just poked her tongue at him. 'I'm a hunter okay?'

'Come again?' Minda asked, looking up at him in renewed shock.

'Alright, look' Dean said and was getting a bit annoyed with Minda. 'Just listen okay?' he took a deep breath. 'My name is Dean Winchester, yes that's right, Winchester…just like you guys'

'Ooh, you have that same last names…that's funny' Minda chuckled.

'I'm glad I don't have a sister' Dean muttered to himself. 'We went to sleep and there's this reaper that Bobby told us about and he said that within a week, we're going to be dead. I just need a simple ritual so that we can get back to our time or wake up…whatever!'

'Ah ha!' Minda grinned. 'I knew I was dreaming' she said in a matter-of-factly tone.

John and Sam stared back at them. They were confused and distrusting but the serious look Dean gave them said it was worth a try.

'What kind of ritual?' Sam asked.

'Ask Bobby' Dean sighed. 'The reaper is a different one to others. Is called something like, ah…the reaper of lost souls, something sissy like that'

John nodded and pulled out his cell phone. He still didn't overly trust these two but Dean seemed to know what he was talking about.

--

'He said it'll take him a bit' John said once he'd gotten off the phone.

Dean nodded and just watched him sadly, it had been over two years since he had seen his father in person; his spirit didn't really count. 'So um, you guys hunt…together?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded.

'And, you've never gone to school, college?' Dean asked as casually as he could. 'Never met a pretty blonde by the name of Jessica?'

'Ah…no?' Sam frowned.

'I hope you're not implying that there is something wrong with blondes' Minda glared.

'Hm?' Dean glanced at her and re-noticed that she had shoulder length blonde hair. 'No way, blondes are awesome' he nodded, giving her a grin and a wink.

'Freak' Minda sighed and shook her head. 'You are such a freak!'

By nightfall, Dean and Minda were back at the hospital, accompanied by Sam and John. They were in the ward in which Dean had woken up in and according to Minda: so had she.

'Can I read it?' Minda asked, wanting to do something important.

'Can you read Latin?' Dean wondered.

'No' she replied, pulling a face.

'I'll past' Dean sighed and cleared his throat. 'Superstes in undecim hour. Requiro continuo umbra of nex' he said loudly but Minda spoke, interrupting him.

'How is this going to…' he saw the glares from the three boys. 'Okay' she held up her hands. 'Shutting up!' she told them loudly, crossing her arms in boredom.

'Ex vita secundum ut vita continuo , EGO voco-' Dean was then cut off by Minda clutching her stomach in pain.

'Argh!" she cried out and Dean rushed to her side, supporting her as she slowly fell to her knees.

'Minda?' he asked as she started coughing up blood and then flickering in and out of view rapidly.

'Reverto illud animus ut vox bodies!' Sam said, continuing on with the ritual.

'Argh!' Minda screamed and then vanished altogether. Dean lowered his arms and stared at the spot where she had disappeared. He felt sad, as annoying as she was…he's liked her, almost like she was a younger sister or something. He wanted to protect her. He glanced up as the lights flickered and a strong wind picked up.

Dean jerked forward and landed on his hand and knees. He started coughing and when he stared at the floor he saw a lot of blood. Dean felt a sharp pain rush throughout his body, from toes to nose.

'Argh!' he gasped and squeezed his eyes tightly closed...

'Argh!' he screamed out and bolted upright.

'Dean?' Sam stopped reading and stared at his brother.

Once the pain passed, Dean realized he was back in his hospital bed. Sam and Bobby were watching him in concern.

'Finish…it' Dean gasped to Sam.

'Take vestri animus , vestri voluntas' Sam said and then spoke louder 'Exsisto fullfilled quod reverto ut pacis! Reverto ut pacis!'

An extremely strong wind blew papers and any loose items all around the room. A man that looked not too far from Dean's age appeared. His face was unshaven and was dressed in filthy work clothes. He looked mad until a young woman appeared beside him. He was shocked to see her but hugged her tearfully.

Dean watched the woman with blonde hair that reached her shoulders; she looked about twenty. The father and daughter smiled at Dean and then turned to smoke and faded away.

'Glad that's over' Bobby sighed.

'Yeah' Dean sighed sadly, staring at empty space. 'What was the reaper's daughter's name?'

'Ah…Minda Oak' Sam remembered. 'She was thrown off her horse and then died a week later, she was in a coma'

Dean nodded and sighed. 'Well' he tried to act like he was perfectly fine since Sam and Booby were watching him in concern. 'Ah man, I'm wrecked' Dean yawned. 'I could sleep for a week!'

'You did' Sam replied, a bit shocked that Dean was so tired after being in a coma for roughly six days. 'Well, almost'

'And you woke me?' Dean yawned again. 'How dare you' he joked and lay back on his pillow, shutting his eyes. 'I'm just glad she's happy' he then muttered softly to himself, too soft for the others to hear.

Sam and Bobby decided to let Dean rest and left the hospital, walking past a clock on the wall that was frozen on the time: 11:58pm...

Meeting with Bela Talbot is never a good thing for Sam and Dean…

'Look, I get it…you're very angry with me-'

'Angry?' Dean echoed and laughed. 'Bela, "Angry" doesn't even cover it!'

But when Bela shows up and asks for their help…

Can they really trust her?

'I swear, I have no alternative motive' Bela said

Does this case come without a price?

Or is there more to it than Sam and Dean realize?

'Who are you?' Bela asked angrily.

'You can see me?' he frowned, his eyes demon-black.

'The demon is using him' Bela said, looking over at man in the corner.

Sam looked as well but didn't see anyone. 'What demon?'

Be prepared…

He Is Coming…

'All in due time'

Coming Soon…