Disclaimer: I do not own the WB or CW and I do not own the show Supernatural and I don't own Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, or John Winchester, but I do own any characters I make up.Tittle: Kiss Of Death 2

Warnings: Probably some spelling mistakes and some bad language.

Rating: PG-13 or PG-14 (you pick lol)

Summery: What happens when something they thought they killed nine years ago comes back? Will the witch get what she wants? Or will the brothers kill her...AGAIN ?

Chapter 2: You got to lose to know how to win

Once in there room Sam collapsed to the farthest bed from the door, and right away feel asleep.

'Poor sucker.' Dean thought. 'The poor kid hasn't had a good night sleep since Jessica's death, it's by time he gets a good night sleep.'

Dean headed for his bed, and unlike Sam actually took the time to take off his shoes and climbed in bed, and with his last thoughts before drifting off into sleep was. 'Sweet Dreams Sammy.'

'Jess, No!'

'It's your fault Sam!'

Sam was in shock he couldn't believe what was happening.

'You could have stopped this Sam, but yet you didn't...you didn't even dry!'

'Im sorry.'

'It's to late Sam, I died because of you!'

And at that Jessica blew up into flames and vanished.

Sam woke up drenched in his sweat, what an awful dream he just had.

He quickly looked beside him, making sure he didn't wake up his brother. Thankful that he didn't he quickly but quietly got out of bed and went to the washroom.

Once he was in the washroom he quietly shut the door and went right to the sink. He turned the tap to cold, and splashed his face.

Then he looked in the mirror at his own reflection. He was so pale, he couldn't remember the last time he's been that white.

Sam was lost in his own thoughts while looking at him self.

Every time I look in the mirror All these lines on my face getting clearer The past is gone It goes by, like dusk to dawn Isn't that the way Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Sam opened up his eyes only to see himself in the mirror but this time he wasn't 22 he was 13.

He looked bad, 3 bleeding, deep cuts. One on his left shoulder another one in the middle and another one on his right. His mouth and nose were bleeding too.

Yeah, I know nobody knows where it comes and where it goes I know it's everybody's sin "You got to lose to know how to win"

The younger Sammy in the mirror said. While the song was lightly playing in the back round.

Sam was in shock, and then little did he no it, his own 22 year old reflection came back.

"Sam, Sammy Im coming in." Sam could hear, but didn't care. He was confused.

"Sam, Sam you alright?" Dean came racing in. He grabbed onto Sam's shoulders, but quickly let go when he heard Sam wince in pain.

Dean was shocked, to see Sam turn away from the mirror and hold on to his hurting shoulders as if he were to let go it would be the end of the world.

"Sam." Dean tried again.

Sam made eye contact, and then fell into Dean's arms causing them both to be knocked to the ground.

Sam was unconscious.

Ok ok I no this chapter is very short but I thought it would be best if I were to end it there...hope you liked it... please review. And as you can tell this story is gonna have a lot of Aero Smith in it... tee hee!