Okay, the last chapter created quite a lot of confusion.I hope this clears it all up.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Whatever spell Sam had cast over the crowd broke as soon as Dean knocked him out. Dean, unaware of this, jumped slightly a second later when a trickle (which soon turned to a

stampede) of people headed for the doors. In the general confusion, he stared at Sam, unsure of what he had heard.

"John's breathing," growled Bobby. Dean broke his stare and saw that Bobby had made his way over to where JOhn had fallen. Deans insides gave a guilty squirm, he had not

thought of his dad.

"Sam?" he asked. His voice was covered by the din. At last the noise died down and all that remained in the Church were Bobby, who was quietly and quickly checking John,

Pastor Jim, who was helping Bobby, Missouri, who was hovering a little way off, Caleb and a couple of other hunters he didn't recognise.

He jumped, this time so high he couldn't successfully cover it, when a voice replied "Yeah. Hey Dean." If he hadn't been watching the unconscious Sam at that exact moment he

would not have believed it. He had heard Sams voice but his lips had not moved.

"Sam? WHere are you?" He looked wildly about. Caleb had disappeared.

"Sam is here Dean. I can see him." Missouri answered.

Dean wheeled around, "So can I." He gestured impatiently at the still unconscious Sam on the floor.

"No," Missouri moved closer, "Sam, the real Sam is here. Sam, your brother Sam. That Sam."

Dean could feel his jaw slacken slightly, "Where?"

"Right here."

His heart was thumping wildly. He forgot everything- the danger they were in, the little time they could have left- everything. It was Sam, he was talking to Sam!

"I'm so s-" he began

"Save it" Sam dismissed automatically. "No time for that."

"But you're dead. We thought, I thought-" Dean didn't seem capable of forming complete sentences.

"I'm not technically," Dean could hear the raw sarcasm in his brothers voice. "Seeing as I'm alive and breathing. Though I don't know how alive I'll be after that."

Dean's eyes slid to his unconscious brother on the floor. "Yes, that." Dean had the feeling that Sam, wherever he was, had followed his gaze. "Sorry about that."

Dean heard a dry chuckle, "No, don't be. It was the only way you were going to shut it up."

"Ask him how he's still here," Bobby asked, his eyes on Dean. "How is he talking to you, if that demon is possessing him."

"I'm not deaf," Dean resisted the urgeto laugh, instead he chose to ask, "You can't hear him, can you?"Numerous head shaking greeted this answer. So he'd been, effectively, talking

to himself for the past five minutes. Sam stirred on the floor.

"Tie him up." An unnamed hunter hastened to obey. Dean looked away, "So Sammy. Why are we having this chat?"

"I need your help Dean?"

"Sure. Yes. Anything!" Dean hastened to say.

"I need you to kill me."

Horror filled him with this request. Revolted, he exclaimed, "WHAT? No! Of course not! Why would you ask that?"

"Because Dean," Sam's voice was quieter this time, "I'm stuck. That thing, that demon, the night it came, I couldn't stop it. I tried so hard. The flames were so high. I could barely

see."

"It's okay Sammy. I know you did."

"No, you don't! I couldn't save her! I couldn't see her, but I could hear her. She was screaming. Then it came at me-" Sam broke off.

"You were possessed?" Dean asked quietly.

"I think so, I don't remember much. And then, he did something. It was awful. I woke up like this- stuck as a ghost. No-one could see me or hear me. It took me awhile but I

tracked you down. I saw you, sitting out behind a tree sobbing. That was scary. I've been with you and dad this whole time, trying to get you two to hear me. Beats me, why you

can hear me now."

"I'm not complaining," interjected Dean.

"Me neither. But the point is, I've had a lot of time to think. A whole lot. And the way I see it is- I am dead. Plain and simple. But because it's in me, my hearts beathig and my brains

working, I am stuck here. Alone. And I don't want to be alone. I want to be seen. I want to be at peace."

Dean didn't know what to say for a second. Anger coursed through him silently. "That is the biggest pile of crap, I have ever heard."

"Excuse me?"

"What did you expect me to say, huh? Yeah, sure and then happily stab you. You've been away too long, I'm Dean remember. Your big brother? The one that loves ya? Do you

really think that there is any hope, or any chance, that I'd let do that? I get that you want to be at peace, but here's the kicker Sam. Life's a bitch. There's no way that I'll ever do

that."

"But Dean, I saved you-"

"Just so you'd have an out," he growled.

"No! You're my brother. I don't want you to die."

"Same here."

"I'm already," Sam began to counter.

"No you're not. You're still here. Your body's still working and so are you-"

"Dean you are reaching."

"No! No, Im not. There's still a chance. A Chance to save you!"

There you all go. A nice long chapter:)