Sam hesitated as he paused in the conversation he and Ella were having. "Ella... there is something that I have been meaning to ask you, and I want to do it now before... well... before anything else happens." He released her hand and reached into his pocket, pulling out the small box and opening it to show the ring. "Ella Blackwood... would you make me the happiest man on earth... and be my wife?"

Ella's eyes widened as she looked at the ring and then at Sam, and then back to the ring. After a moment, a smile started to slowly appear on her face "God, yes, you doof," She said before kissing him.

Sam's eyes shone as she said yes, and he gave a little laugh when she leaned over and pressed her lips against his. He deepened the kiss and cupped his hand against the back of her neck. After a moment, he pulled away, the stupid grin still plastered on his face as he placed the ring onto her finger and set the box on the nightstand by the bed. Giving another little laugh, he placed his hands against her cheeks and kissed her again. A nurse stepped into the room and smiled a little, "It's good to see you so... active, Miss Blackwood." She said with a grin as Sam pulled away, blushing slightly. "I need just a moment alone with her, please?" Sam nodded and stammered something about being right outside before he left the room. He closed the door and smiled brightly, running his hands through his hair. Turning, he saw Dean and jogged over to him, grabbing him by the upper arms.

"She said, 'Yes' Dean! Yes! Your brother is going to get married!"

"That's great, Sammy," Dean replied quietly. He hesitated a moment, biting his lip. "Look, you go spend some time with your fiancé. I've got to... go grab us all some food to celebrate. You know how sucky hospital food is," He forced a laugh. "I'll be back in a little while. You gonna be good here?"

Sam nodded energetically the smile not leaving his face. "Don't worry, we'll be fine here." He looked around the hall then back to Dean. "Hey, when you see Oshea be sure to send her in so Ella and I can tell her. It's not often that we have good news to pass along." He chuckled, absolutely beaming. "I'm getting married... oh.. I have to call Bobby!" He clapped his elder brother on the shoulder before he

took a few steps away, pulling out his cell phone.

Dean nodded, his smile fading as he walked from him down the hallway and out of the hospital doors. He didn't know why he lied to him, really. Part of it might've been because he didn't want to ruin Ella and Sam's moment, maybe part of it was because he couldn't get out the words "I'm about to go watch my girlfriend and your fiancé's sister destroy herself and then possibly kill her." He had been thinking it over and over, probably a hundred times, but it still made no sense even to him.

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CARTHAGE, MISSOURI

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Oshea crossed the field with a shiver, her eyes focusing on the small abandoned building that rested in the midst of the sea of tall, swaying grass. The demon killing knife that she had brought felt heavy in her hand as she walked up the creaking front steps onto the old porch. A loose shutter thudded against one of the broken front windows, and she glanced at it briefly before stepping over the broken door. In the center of the shack was a table with a small open box on the top that resembled an antique music box. It was lined with faded and peeling velvet and a broken figurine was spinning slowly as a warbled, distorted tune drifted from its depths. Swallowing, Oshea padded to the table, lowering her eyes as she saw the deep groove in the floor that formed the trench that she was to fill with her blood. With a sigh, she knelt down in front of it to wait for Dean.

"Thanks for taking me here, Cas," Dean said quietly. He looked over at the small dilapidated home across the field, sick to his stomach from being poofed all the way from Idaho to Missouri, and also because of what was about to happen.

Castiel nodded slowly, looking to the little building. "Of course, Dean." He whispered. "Oshea is inside waiting for you. When it is done, I will come for you." As he finished speaking, there was a very soft fluttering of wings and he was gone.

The loose floorboards creaked underneath Dean's feet as he stepped into the building and walked over to Oshea quietly. Oshea turned and looked over her shoulder toward him. She took in a deep breath and released it in a little sigh, taking the demon killing knife. "Well.. I suppose we should get started." She said softly. She lowered the knife to her wrists and cut into them deeply with a grimace. Setting down the weapon, she held her arms over the trench, letting her blood slowly pour into the groove.

Dean stood to the side and watched, frowning. After a few moments, he had to force himself to look away from all the blood. Oshea chewed on her lower lip, finding that she had to reopen the

wounds every few minutes when the blood started to clot and scab. She soon began to feel dizzy, and swayed slightly where she knelt by the trench. It was then that the haunting music spilling from the box came to a screeching, abrupt end before it snapped shut and locked. Oshea's eyes rolled back a little as her head fell back. A massive dark cloud filled the ceiling of the room then shot down and poured into Oshea's partially open mouth. She immediately stiffened, her eyes growing wide as she lifted her hands to her throat, choking.

Dean's eyes widened as he watched the what seemed like endless black smoke pour into Oshea's mouth. When it finally stopped, he slowly stepped towards her. "Oshea?" She didn't respond, she just sat there, her head down and her eyes closed. He swallowed nervously as he reached his hand for the knife laying on the floor next to her.

Oshea's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she turned her head, letting it hang at an awkward angle over her shoulder. Her eyes were a deep ebony and her lips curled into a smirk. "Naughty, naughty." Hundreds of voices seemed to overlap together as she spoke. "Little boys shouldn't play with knives." Without moving, she Dean flying violently into the wall of the building, kicking up a bunch of dust and causing the old wall to crack slightly.

Dean groaned as he slid down the wall and hit the floor with a loud thud. "Oshea... if you're in there-"

Oshea frowned a little, her brows furrowing. "Sorry, Dean. She can't hear you anymore. I'm afraid we might have overwhelmed her. She could be dead already. After all, she nearly bled herself dry." She chuckled as she kicked the knife away and walked to Dean, grabbing him by the throat and standing him up. She leaned toward him with a wide smile. "Come on, sweetie, give us a kiss..." She pursed her lips.

Dean turned his head away. "Get out of her," He said, gritting his teeth.

She laughed and stepped back. "I'm afraid that we can't do that, Dean. We like this body too much. It's so pretty." Oshea spun in a circle with an echoing laugh, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Besides, now that we have this lovely little meat suit, we can finally get our hands on that angel whisperer sister of hers."

"Stay away from her," He said as he started to try to stand up.

He found himself immediately thrown down again and pinned against the walls. "Sorry, Dean. Playtime is over." She frowned and shook her finger at him. "Now you stay here like a good boy and after I finish with Ella, maybe I'll come back and we can play some more." With that, she turned on her heels and started from the building.