Whoo the second chapter is here! Thanks to everyone who read it and got back to me. I wrote this at 2am lol and it took about half and hour or so to write. So sorry if there's any mistakes or if some of it doesn't make sense because I was half asleep when I started typing it and lol my handwriting isn't ven that easy for me to read when I've just woken up! I hope you like it and please tell me what you think

Afterlife - chapter 2

Dean cowered as he heard a loud bang. He'd been here for what seemed like a lifetime but he still wasn't used to the noise. He didn't think he would ever get used to it. He never slept it was like one LONG, never ending day. But he wanted it to end. He wanted to close his eyes and forget where he was. The voices still whispered things to him; that was never ending too. He could hear them now calling his name and saying stuff. Dean just tried to block them out.

I'm so hollow, when will we wake up

I'm so hollow, am I confessed to die?

I'm so hollow, when will we wake up

I'm so hollow, will this dream end tonight

The past two weeks had been a blur to Sam, sometimes he thought that it was all a dream and that he'd wake up from his nightmares to find Dean alive and well. But that wasn't the case. Sam felt empty inside; all that mattered now was bringing Dean back.

Carson City, Nevada

Sam fired the gun twice and he ducked behind a wall. He waited for a moment; he was sure that it had been a demon. If he was right then maybe he could get some answers from it. He stepped out from behind the wall and he was thrown backwards by a thick black swarm. Damn. He hadn't been fast enough. He'd exorcised a number of demons in the past few days; all he wanted was answers and they hadn't given him any. Why he should he let them survive? Besides they were just demons they deserved to die.

He walked out into the street and looked for the street sign. When he spotted it he looked at the piece of paper. This was the right place. He was just about to approach the door when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and sighed; it was Bobby.

"Sam where the hell have are you?" Bobby asked as soon as Sam had answered the phone.

"In Nevada" was all Sam said.

"Sam you can't go around shooting demons the way you've been doing lately…" Bobby said is a worried tone

"Why not?" Sam replied in a cold voice. "They're demons, they deserve to die". Bobby cleared his throat. He had been worried about this. Sam was so hurt and confused tat he didn't know what was right or wrong anymore. Finally Bobby said,

"Sam, those demons are possessing innocent people, you're killing them too," he paused then said, "there used to be a time when that bothered you". Sam tried to feel bad about that but the truth is he couldn't. It was as though his heart had turned to stone. He didn't feel anything it was as if he was dead inside.

"Well what am I supposed to do Bobby?" Sam asked.

"I don't know Sam, but if you carry on like this you are just as bad as Lilith-" Sam hung up then; he didn't need to hear this. He would call Bobby another time. He'd spent exactly five minutes on the phone with Bobby and that was almost five minutes too much; he didn't have time to waste.

Bobby stared at the phone not knowing what to do. Sam was practically family to him but Bobby didn't know how to help him. The poor kid, he thought, he's been through a lot. Sam was on the path to destruction and Bobby didn't know how to stop it.

Sam rang the doorbell and waited patiently, a dark look on his face. Finally the door swung open and a man in his late thirties stood in the doorway.

"Hi, how can I help you?" he said with a friendly smile. He stopped smiling as soon as he saw Sam. His eyes turned black and he raised a hand. But he was too late; Sam had already unscrewed his flask of holy water and he threw it over the demon. There was a loud sizzling noise as the demon cried out in pain. Sam quickly bundled him into the hallway and he slammed the door shut. He splashed more holy water onto the demon and he grabbed him and dragged him into the front room. The demon protested but Sam didn't care. He managed to hoist the demon onto a chair and he tied him up; Sam had come prepared. He wasn't leaving until he got what he wanted and if he didn't get what he wanted then he'd have to consider his options.

"There are demons who answer to you, or well at least they think they do but I'm not one of them" the demon said in a small voice. Sam threw him an icy look. He'd heard what the demon had said but he'd refused to acknowledge it. If he was some big shot with powers how come he was here using holy water and bad language to get some answers out of a pathetic demon. And he wasn't even getting the answers that he needed.

"That wasn't what I asked you," he said through gritted teeth and out came the holy water. The demon laughed, his laughter wasn't full of joy; it was full of bitterness.

"I guess your bro's death has hit you hard Sammy" he said. Sam held a gun in his left hand and his grip tightened. If this son of a bitch started talking about Dean he would lose his cool and pull the trigger, he didn't care if he took another life or not. "I heard that you were a little sensitive thing…you didn't like to kill…till you died yourself" the demon chuckled. Sam turned away so that he was no longer facing the demon.

"Shut up" he said, "And don't call me Sammy"

"Don't call me Sammy" the demon echoed in a high pitched voice. Sam's muscles tensed, he wasn't sure if he could control himself for much longer. He turned to face the demon,

"I'm going to ask you one more time, where is Lilith?" he said in a slow voice. The demon smiled,

"Bite me" he said. Sam lost his temper but he managed to hold back from firing the gun. He began to chant out the exorcism in Latin. The demon cried out in pain as Sam recited the exorcism. After a few moments the demons mouth opened and the black swarm came rushing out. Sam stumbled backwards and watched it disappear. He stood there panting for a few seconds as he tried to regain his breath. He saw the man lying on the floor and he rushed over quickly. The man lay still and his face was pale. Sam reached over and felt for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt one. Well Bobby would be pleased; he'd managed not to kill someone! Sam stood up and he looked around for a phone. He spotted it and he quickly called an ambulance. He took one last look at the man and he left quickly.

He walked briskly over to the silver car he was using at the moment. He couldn't remember where he'd gotten it. He'd put the Impala in storage somewhere; he didn't want any harm to come to it while he was here. He would need it soon though; he was running out of ammunition. Sam sighed and he leant back in his seat. He had nothing, he didn't know what had happened to Ruby, and all the demons he'd come across were keeping quiet about Lilith's whereabouts. Sam had never felt so hopeless in his life, apart from when he'd been looking for the trickster but that hadn't been real had it? Just at that moment his phone rang and he snatched it up,

"What" he said in an irritated voice.

"It's that gun you were after - the seller is in town" came a voice. Sam looked up. The Colt. He was going to get it back. He wanted to smile but he couldn't, however things were looking up. It was time for him to make a plan.

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