They both paused outside of a room, and Tessa looked at Amie. "This is you."
"What do you mean about my Dad?" Amie asked, not caring about her body behind this door.
"Let's go in," Tessa said. They both entered the room quietly, as if they could disturb any of the living.
Dean sat in the chair next to Amie, holding her hand tightly. He was in a deep sleep.
"What about my Dad?" Amie asked quietly. She did not want to wake Dean; as if he could even hear her.
"Your Dad didn't leave you, Amie."
"Then why was I stuck with a demon for 3 days? Why have I not heard from him in a year?" She asked, her throat growing tight.
"I met your Dad a while ago. He went with me gladly. You can be with him too, if you want to."
Amie stared at Dean's peaceful face, her own screwed up in confusion and frustration. "What are you saying?"
So Tessa told her.
Amie's Dad died over a year ago. He went back for her, trying to sneak in; but the demon found him. He shot him in the head; he died instantly.
"But why didn't he take him captive?" Amie asked in a broken voice, tears streaming down her non existent cheeks.
"He only wanted women. Sick monster," she said, shaking her head.
He had died instantly, she repeated. When Tessa arrived, he was desperate to go back for Amie. He almost refused to move on at all.
Tessa had asked why he cared so much now, if when he was alive he had told Amie he would leave her. He had been horrible to her, she said.
Her Dad had taken a deep breath. He had taken his time answering, then finally whispered, "I didn't realise until just now. The only reason I could say all that was because I thought I would always be there to save her."
Amie wished he could save her now.
"I can't believe..." she said, tears still dripping down her cheeks. "All that time I thought he didn't care."
"But don't you see? You can be with him again. He can make it up to you, and you to him," Tessa said. They were both still stood still, watching Dean sleep. His grip on Amie's hand was tight, as if he knew she was going to leave.
She was going to leave.
Suddenly the machines by her bed began to beep erratically, waking Dean up. He looked around, dazed for a moment, then realised what was happening.
"Help! Someone help!" Dean shouted, jumping forward in his seat and gripping Amie's hand tighter. "Amie, please please please please please…."
"Tessa…" Amie whined, swallowing. She tried to memorise Dean's face. His tired green eyes, the sloping nose. The bags under his eyes, the freckles on his nose and cheeks. His gorgeous lips. She didn't know how long it would be before she saw him again, and was sad that he looked so distraught and panicked in these last few moments.
"It won't hurt," Tessa assured her.
"It will, it just won't hurt me."
"He'll understand."
Doctors rushed in, pulling Dean away from her body, no one trying to comfort him. The state of her body was too dire for any staff to be spared comforting the panicking man in the corner. Dean gripped fistfulls of his hair as tears filled his eyes, breathing heavily.
"Amie," he choked, as if this was his last desperate attempt to make her stay. Amie clung on to his voice.
She took a deep breath. This was easier. She turned to look at Tessa, wiping her cheeks.
Suddenly, Amie's body flatlined. There was a long, drawn out beep.
Dean let out a catastrophic sob and curled in on himself, closing his eyes.
"The heart has stopped beating," a doctor mumbled, though Amie was unsure to who.
She was ready.
She was terrified.
"Okay. My time's up," Amie breathed. She watched Tessa turn to her slowly, her eyes on the floor.
"Oh, Amie," she said. Her voice did not sound like her own. "I'm afraid your time isn't up just yet."
She looked up at Amie quickly. Her eyes were the same sickening yellow she had seen stare at Dean, that night so long ago. She held a hand to Amie's face.
"Tell Dean I say hi."
The machines came to life again.
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