Okay last chapter. It gets touching and sad and junk in this one. Everybody hold on to your hats!

The group got back late the next evening, Melinda still clutching the mace, her face betraying the worry for her clan leader and friend.

"How is she?" Melinda asked.

"Not getting any better," Bobby muttered putting some of the nightlock juice in her IV.

"B-but not any worse?" she asked hopefully.

"I never said that," Bobby said with a sigh, "It's some form of poison. That much I can tell you. What it is and what the antidote is I don't know."

"Well whatever it is this is what it was on," Jessica said pointing to the mace in Melinda's hand.

Bobby took the weapon and made his way over to the table where he and Mozzie (who had shown up sometime while the others were out) had set up a makeshift laboratory. Elizabeth, Peter, June, and Isla sat beside the bed with Lindsey and Neal.

Everyone was there. Lindsey was no longer hovering in a healing trance. Isla and Neal both looked ragged. Isla had obviously been up all night trying to use her healing powers on her niece.

It seemed so sad for all involved. Isla had just gotten her niece back, Neal was losing his new wife, the clan was losing its leader, and the druids were losing their queen.

Bobby was looking over the mace when he made a distressed groan, "Damn."

"What?" Jessica asked

"It's manticore blood and chimera musk. It's specially designed formula made especially for her from their blood. The blood is a substance that makes a concoction, not really a spell, that is a poison. The Chimera musk knocks her unconscious while she still feels everything. She can't fight it properly unconscious and while the Chimera musk just hurts it's the Manticore blood that acts as a venom," he explained.

"In other words…" Dean said.

"In other words she hasn't got much longer among the living," Isla said, her voice cracking in pain.

000

(Lindsey's POV)

It was getting dark. Really dark. I didn't know what was going on I felt, no longer like I was being held, but like I was floating.

"What's going on?" I asked, the pain still strong through all of my body.

I didn't hear a coherent response, but instead a mumbling that I knew was God reassuring me. I couldn't help it. I was beginning to worry and as the seconds ticked by and knew that they were more like hours in actual time.

I felt tears form in my Astral Projection's eyes and, as darkness completely enveloped me, I cried.

000

(Third Person POV)

"What can we do?" Neal asked, edging on desperate.

"I'm afraid there is nothing we can do," Bobby said. "She is gonna be gone in a few hours maybe."

Isla turned away in tears, in so much pain as she watched her niece dying before her eyes. Lindsey's breath was already more ragged her skin paler than snow, her form gaunt. She was withering away before their eyes.

"Neal…" Melinda muttered almost placing her hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head, tears welling in his own eyes. Lindsey's skin had gone from sweaty and feverish to clammy as death started taking her from them.

"Why?" he asked no one in particular.

"Why was she taken from us?" he asked looking at Isla, "Why would someone do this to her?"

"She had many enemies, dear. It could be anyone of them who gave the demons the mace. Or the knowledge to make them," she said.

"Nope!" Bobby said looking over the freshly forged demon blade Sam and Dean had 'procured.' "They tried to replicate it but they can't get it right. Something tells me that only your friendly neighborhood drough could come up with this."

"Mirta?" Isla asked.

"That's what it looks like."

"I will kill that thrice damned demoness myself!" Isla cried. "She has destroyed my family for the last time, and now I will show her how angry a druid mie can really be. She will never rule the Druids if any of us have any say in the matter," she ranted spouting words to grieve.

The sudden silence drove Isla to it as well. She spun and saw Neal leaning over Lindsey, holding her close, obviously distraught.

"Sh-she stopped breathing," Melinda sobbed. Isla, for all her dignity and grace, fell to her knees, holding her head in her hands.

"My wee lassie," Isla sobbed as June helped her to her feet and led her to a chair. Neal moved to Lindsey's ear where he whispered something before moving to kiss her lifeless lips. Everyone bowed their heads at the solemnity of the scene.

He pushed her golden hair out of her face one last time, pressing his lips to her forehead as the tears rolled down his cheeks for her.

Suddenly her hand twitched and she lifted it to his back. His eyes shot open and pulled back to look at her. Her eyelids flitted open and her lips quirked up into a small smile.

"Hey," she groaned taking a breath. Everyone looked up in shock and joy.

"Oh thank God," he sighed pulling her close again.

"Neal," Lindsey started.

"Shh," he said. It didn't stop her.

"I-I heard your voice in the darkness. You brought me back. Wh-what did you say?" she asked, leaning against him.

Neal closed his eyes tears forming again, "I told you how I see everything in you. How if you leave me I would never be the same because my life had been taken away with you. I said that I would be there soon after you because you are my life now. I love you."

"I love you, too," she said reaching up to cup his cheek. He leaned into her touch and held her hand close to his face.

"You need to rest, love," he said.

"I am beat," she said. The rest of the group, still emotional and shocked moved from the loving couple so they could have their privacy.

"What do you think happened?" Peter asked looking at Isla.

"A miracle," Bobby said. "That's the only explanation for it."

"Yes and no," the druid said. "She was gone to us, but her soul hadn't left yet. God was still holding her when she died. He knew, as He knows everything, that she was still needed here. When Neal spoke his words of love to her it stirred her fighting spirit enough for God to remove the venom from her body and sent her back to continue her destined path."

"True love," Melinda cooed clasping her hands together and batting her eyelashes like a love-struck child.

"Precisely," Isla said as Jessica wiped a tear away.

"That's so sweet," the nyx said.

"And now we have one of our best hunters back," Dean said, receiving an elbow to the gut from Jessica for his insensitivity and a sudden protest from Neal.

"No she isn't," he protested, making the nearly asleep Lindsey jump back to awake-ness. "I almost lost her last time. I can't go through that again. She isn't going on anymore hunts."

"But she is our best-"

"No."

"But-" this time it was Sam who protested.

"No. I am not taking that chance again," he argued.

"Hey! Don't I get a say in this?" Lindsey called weakly from the bed. They all turned to the recovering mikokai.

"I dinae think it wise to interfere this time, dear. Your husband has a point," Isla said.

"Have you seen me if I don't get to hunt?" she asked sitting up as much as she could her arms shaking as she leaned against the pillows.

"Dearie, ye need to rest," Isla reprimanded.

"Sounds like I need to remind you what I am," she protested angrily. "Neal, I know why you feel like you do, really I do, but I have to hunt. It's to keep you safe-"

"I am perfectly safe! Before we met I didn't even know of magic. I am sure that if you drop out of the hunting game we will still be safe," he said calming and sitting beside her on the bed.

"I meant keep you safe from me," she said softly.

"What?"

"Of course, why didn't I think of that?" Isla muttered.

"We would all love to know what it is you two are talkin' about," Bobby growled in his usual gruff voice.

"Lindsey's bloodlines. We keep thinking of her as just a druid. Her demon blood can take over at any moment. If she doesn't get the adrenaline from the hunt and kill she could turn on some of her dearest friends and take their lives instead. All Warrior Demons are like that. Why, Lindsey's father took her on hunts for animals since she was but a bairn. The lass, literally knows nothing but the hunt," Isla explained. Lindsey nodded in agreement.

"Sorry, mi amoré, I kept trying to tell you it was in my blood," Lindsey said, laying a hand over Neal's.

"I understand. I-I just don't want to see you hurt again," he said, taking her hand up and pressing her palm to his lips.

"I know. But it's something I have to do," she said closing her eyes, "I love you for your concern though." Her voice was getting drowsier.

"You rest, now," he said. She nodded.

"Love you," she muttered.

"I love you, too," he said kissing her forehead as she drifted off. He was still unsure of how to react to her determination to fight but if it was for her own good he supposed he could let her go on some minor hunts. At least now she was safe with him.

Well it wasn't my most poetic ending but there it is.

DeansTrueGirl: Well here is the rest of it. Finally now that I am near a computer with internet.

melinda: Your scared! Please you know I bring myself to near death allllll the time but never quite get there.