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chapter 9

"Dean." The voice was oddly familar to Dean. It cannot be. It is impossible. Yet as Dean opened his eyes he saw the impossible. Sure, he was still laying painfully trapped under a

whole load of wreckage. Yet, Sammy seemed to be kneeling in front of him. Dean wondered if it was another of the demon bitches tricks. That would explain her sudden

disappearance from Deans eyeline.

"Bitch, that is just low."

Sams forhead crinkled in confusion. "Why did you just call me a bitch?"

"Impersonating my brother to piss me off." Dean was insistent.

Sam rolled his eyes. He grunted, disbelieving. "Man you are dumb. Demons do not impersonate people. They possess people. You know that."

Dean saw the logic in this. It was frustratingly clear to him. However, he could not understand how Sammy was kneeling in front of him. "How..Why?"

Sam scratched his elbow. He was wearing the clothes Dean had last seen him in. He looked healthy. His hair framed his face. His eyes were bright and lively. "Oh your hallucinating

by the way." Sams voice was way too casual.

"What?"

"Think real hard Dean." Sam talked slowly, as though speaking to a five year old. Dean bristled defensively. "The drugs.." He said slowly.

Sam nodded encouragingly, "If you had taken your eyes of the nurses chests for a second and listened you would have figured that out earlier."

"So...why are you here?" Dean asked slowly "Or is it just to annoy me?"

"I am here to show you what your life has meant and how your choices have affected everyone." Sams voice took on a mysterious quality.

"seriously?!" Dean was agog.

Sam grinned and chuckled. "God, no." Dean smiled back sarcastically. Sam gave a small shrug. "It is your hallucination. I am just sort of hanging out."

Pain lanced through his side. It was fiery. Dean breathed slowly and deeply. "Tell me something?" Sam cocked his head inquisitively, "If I am hallucinating,why do I still feel in pain?"

"Because you are a dumbass." Sams answer was immediate.

"IF I was not stuck here..." Dean began to threaten.

Sam cut him off. " You'd make sarcastic comments?"

Dean laughed. "You are annoying."

"You know you love me."

"You are such a girl, you know that." Dean reached up an arm and playfully punched Sam in the stomach. Sam smiled.

Dean stopped smiling. " I am dying aren't I? She is still here, killing me?" Dean looked around the cramped space. He imagined the pretty woman kneeling over him, injecting him

slowly.

Sam did not smile. He looked away. Dean nodded, taking this reaction as a confirmation. It was a weird feeling knowing that he was completely powerless. And knowing you were

probaby about to die. He had the sudden urge to see his family again. He wanted to see his brother was faring. He did not trust his dad to take care of Sammy but His dad had

promised. If he does not, I will so haunt his ass!

"Will it hurt?"

"What?" Sam's voice was low.

"Dying?"

Sam shook his head. "I do not know."

Dean smiled appreciatively. "That is okay.." After a few seconds silence he asked,

"Hey Sammy?"

"Yeah big brother?"

"If this is the end, I am glad you are here with me."

Sams eyes crinkled in concern. " I am not real, you know that Dean."

Dean did not smile. "I know. But I will take what I can get."