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Chapter 1

The possessed truck driver opened his door and stepped out of the semi and his eyes were black. Inside the Impala, both John and Dean are unconscious. Sam opened his eyes, his face was bloody and beaten up.

"Trish came you hear me"

"Y…Yeah its……a…..demon" Trish had a hard time getting out and Sam turned to took as the truck driver ripped the driver side door off its hinges.

"Get back. Or I'll kill you, I swear to God."

"You won't. You're saving that bullet for someone else." Sam raised the Colt and cocks it.

"You wanna bet?" The driver says nothing. Suddenly, he screamed and an enormous cloud of black smoke came out of his mouth. The truck driver fell to his knees until the demon completely left his body. Sam lowered the gun and lays back in his seat, exhausted. The truck driver looked up and saw the car wreck.

"Oh my God, Did I do this?"

"Dad! Dean? Dean!"

"He's…….not moving…….Sam" Trish said and looked back over at Dean touched his face "Pl…..please wake up"

The truck driver call 911 and it was daylight when they got there. Several paramedics have transferred them all to stretchers and were rushing them to the ambulance.

"Tell me if they're okay." Sam said

"You have to stay still."

"Are they even alive?!" He yelled but no one would answer.

Dean sat up in his bed and looked around. He up and went into the hall was and looked around.

"Sam? Dad? Trish? Anybody?" he made his way down a flight of stairs and walked to the front desk, where a receptionist is working.]

"Excuse me. Hi. I think I was in a car accident with my dad and my brother and girlfriend. I just need to find them." The receptionist completely ignored him. " Hello?" He waved his hands in front of her face, but he got nothing.

He began searching the hallways and panicked. He entered a room and was shocked at what he saw. Laying on the bed, unconscious, is himself. He is hooked up to several machines, and there are many tubes attached to his body. Dean looked down at his own body, confused. Sam came in the room, with several bruises on his face, and saw Dean in a coma. Although Sam can't see Dean, he still starts talking.

"Sammy. You look good, considering, where's Dad and Trish are they ok"

"Oh, no." Sam said and looked at Dean

"Man, tell me you can hear me. Come on, you're the psychic. Give me some ghost whisperin' or something or go get Trish she can hear me"

"Your father's awake. You can go see him if you like, your sister is already with him" a doctor said and walked out.

"Oh, thank God."

"Doc, what about my brother?"

"Well, he sustained serious injury , blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema."

"Well, what can we do?"

"Well, we won't know his full condition until he wakes up……if he wakes up."

"Screw you, doc, I'm waking up!"

"I have to be honest. Most people with his degree of injury wouldn't have survived this long. He's fighting very hard. But you need to have realistic expectations, son."

"Come on, Sam. Go find some hoodoo priest to lay some mojo on me. I'll be fine. Sam?" Sam stared sadly at Dean. He went down the hall and into Johns room and saw Trish standing beside the bed.

"Thank god" Sam said and hugged her.

"How's Dean" she asked and he said nothing "Sam talk to me"

"He's……..uh………..he's two doors down you can go see him if you want" she new this wasn't good and went down the hall.

"All right, here. Give them my insurance." John said and

"Elroy McGillicuddy?"

"And his two loving sons and daughter. So…what else did the doctor say about Dean?"

"Nothing. Look, since the doctors won't do anything…then we'll have to, that's all. I don't know, I'll find some hoodoo priest and lay some mojo on him."

"We'll look for someone, But, Sam…I don't know if you're going to find anyone."

"Why not? I found that faith healer before."

"Well, that was one in a million."

"So what? What, do we just sit here with our thumbs up our ass?"

"No, I said we'd look. All right? I'll check under every 's the Colt?"

"Your son is dying, and you're worried about the Colt?"

"We are hunting this demon, and maybe it's hunting us, too. That gun may be our only card."

"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car to a yard off of I-83."

"All right, you've got to clean out that trunk before some junk man sees what's inside."

"I already called Bobby. He's, like, an hour out. He's going to tow the Impala back to his place."

"All right, you go meet up with Bobby. You get that Colt and you bring it back to me, and you watch out for hospital security."

"I think I got it covered."

"Here. I made a list of things I need. Have Bobby pick them up for me."

"Acacia? Oil of Abramelin? What's this stuff for?"

"Protection." Sam went to leave, but stopped

"Hey, Dad? You know the demon …….. he said he had plans for me and children like me. You have any idea what he meant by that?"

"No, I don't." Sam nodded and leaves. Dean had been watching them the whole time. He looks at John curiously.

"Well, you sure know something".

Trish was sitting by Dean and holding his hand and crying. When Dean came in he sat down on her bed beside her.

"Come on Trish tell me you can hear me or something" she couldn't

"Dean…… need to wake up ok, I can't do this without you. You told me when this was over I had to marry you and that's going to be hard to do if you're………" she trailed off and cried harder

"Trish don't do this, I'm going to be fine, I love you Baby" Dean said and tried to touch her and she turned around.


"It's me, please tell me you hear me" she turned and looked back at his body. Something was not right here.

"Oh, man. Dean is going to be pissed." Sam said and looked at the car. The entire right side is completely destroyed.

"Look, Sam…this just ain't worth a tow. I say we empty the trunk and sell the rest for scrap." Sam takes his smashed laptop out of the car.

"No. Dean would kill me if we did that. When he gets better, he's going to want to fix this."

"There's nothing to fix. The frame's a pretzel, the engine's ruined………….. barely any parts worth salvaging."

"Listen to me, Bobby. If there's only one working part, that's enough. We're not just going to give up on…" He trailed off, knowing he's now talking about Dean, not the car.

"Okay. You got it"

"Here. Dad asked if you could get this stuff for him."

"What's John want with this?"

"Protection from the demon, What?"

"Nothing. It's just, uh…"

"Bobby. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I'll get it and Tell Trish I will be there soon."

"Ok" Sam watched Bobby walk off and knew something was going on.

John is sitting by Deans bed with Trish, watching him in his coma. Dean watched them sit there.

"Come on, Dad. You got to help me. I got to get better; I got to get back in there. I mean, you haven't called a soul for help. You haven't even tried. Aren't you going to do anything? Aren't you even going to say anything? I've done everything you have ever asked me. Everything, I've given everything I've ever had except Trish and even I had to let her go once, And now you're just going to sit there, and you're going to watch me die? I mean, what the hell kind of father are you?

When Sam got back John was back in his room. He entered with a bag of items John wanted. Dean, who is also there, began talking. to SAM.]

"Sammy, tell me you can freaking hear me, man. There's something going on here. Now you got to bring me back and we've got to hunt this thing. Sam!"

Trish walked in as Sam slammed the bag down.

"You think I wouldn't find out?"

"What are you talkin' about?"

"That stuff from Bobby. You don't use it to ward off a demon, you use it to summon one. You're planning on bringing the demon here, aren't you, and having some stupid macho showdown!"

"Come on you to not now" she said

"I have a plan, Sam."

"That's exactly my point! Dean is dying and you have a plan! You know what, you care more about killing this demon than you do saving your own son!"

"No, no, no. Guys, don't do this! Trish you need to stop them"

"come on please don't do this now"

"Do not tell me how I feel. I am doing this for Dean." He snapped at Sam

"How? How is revenge going to help him? You're not thinking about anybody but yourself! It's the same selfish obsession!"

"It's funny, you know what, I thought this was your obsession, too! This demon killed your mother, killed your girlfriend. You begged me to be part of this hunt! Now, if you killed that damn thing when you had the chance, none of this would have happened!"

"It was possessing you, Dad, I would've killed you, too!"

"Yeah, and your brother would be awake right now!"

"Don't you blame him John its not his fault" Trish yelled

"Shut up, all of you!"

"Don't you raise your voice at me and don't tell me how to talk to my son"

"Don't yell at her"

"I should have never taken both of you along in the first place. I knew it was a mistake!"

"I said, "Shut up!" Dean knocked over a glass of water .The glass shattered. The three of them went silent, staring at the water in shock. "Dude, I full-on Swayze'd that mother".

As they all continued staring, Dean suddenly fell to his knees in pain. His body began to flicker, almost as if he isn't real.

"Something's going on out there. " John said and Sam and Trish took off

"The doctors are using a defibrillator on Dean, trying to find a pulse. Sam and Trish watched from the doorway, in tears.

There was a creature hovering like a ghost above Deans body and he saw it.

"You get the hell away from me. Stay back!" He walked over to his bed, near the creature.

He yells so loudly that his voice echoes slightly in the room. Sam and Trish are able to hear him faintly, and they looked around the room, shocked. Dean grabbed the creature, and it throws him into the wall. The creature left the room.

"We have a pulse. We're back into sinus rhythm." A nurse said and Sam and Trish were relieved.

"Don't worry Trish, I'm not going anywhere. I'm getting that thing before it gets me. It's some kind of spirit, but I could grab it. And if I can grab it, I can kill it." Suddenly, Dean can hear a woman screaming.

"Can't you see me?! Why won't you look at me?!"

"Now what?" He went to look for her. He found her in another stairwell as she tried to get someone's attention. They can't see her either.

"Somebody talk to me! Say something, please!"

"Can you see me?" Dean said and she turned around."


"All right, just calm down. What's your name?"


"Okay, good, Tessa. I'm Dean."

"What's happening to me? Am I…….. am I dead?"

"That sort of depends."

Dean and Tessa watch as her mother kneels by her bed, looking at her body.

"I don't understand. I just came in for an appendectomy."

"I hate to bear bad news, but…I think there were some complications."

"It's just a dream, that's all. This is just a very weird, unbelievably vivid dream."

"Tessa, it's not a dream."

"Then what else could it be?"

"You ever heard of an out-of-body experience?

"What are you, some New Age-y guy?"

"You see me messing with crystals or listening to Yanni? It's actually a very old idea. It's got a lot of different names, bilocation, crisis apparitions, fetches. I think it's happening to us. And if it is, it means that we're spirits…of people close to death."

"So we're gonna die?"

"No. Not if we hold on. Our bodies can get better, you can snap right back in there and wake up."

Sam and Trish went back to Johns room and tried to explain what happened.

"What do you mean you felt something?"

"I mean, it felt like…like Dean. Like he was there, just out of eyeshot or something. I don't know if it's my psychic thing or what. But do you think it's even possible? Do you think his spirit could be around?" Sam said

"Anything's possible."

"Well, there's one way to find out." Trish said and went to leave

"Where are you goin'?" Sam asked

"I got to pick something up something at the house. I'll be back."

When she got back she walked into Dean's room and Sam was in there.

"Trish what are you doing"

"Just trying something" she walked over to Dean's body and looked down.

"Hey Dean, I think maybe you're around, and if you are…don't make fun of me for this, but, um…there's one way we can talk." She took a Ouija board out of the bag.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me." Dean said and Sam smiled. They both walk over and sat down on the floor.

"Dean, are you here?" Sam asked

"God, I feel like I'm at a slumber party." He sat down cross-legged, across from Sam and Trish. "All right, Trish, This isn't gonna work." He placed his fingers on the other side of the planchette and moves it to the word "Yes". As he does this, Sams eyes light up, and Dean seemed shocked. "I'll be damned."

"It's good to hear from you, man. It hasn't been the same without you, Dean." Sam said and Trish cried

"Damn straight." He began to move the planchette to different letters on the board and Trish watched it.


Trish wiped the tears from her eyes. "Always" she said and it started moving again.

"Dean, what? H…U… N Hunt? What, hunting? Are you hunting?" Dean moved the planchette to the word "Yes". " Dean, it's in the hospital, what you're hunting, do you know what it is?"

"One question at a time, dude."

"What is it?"


"A reaper. Dean? Is it after you?" Trish asked and Dean moved the planchette to the word "Yes", then took his hands off. "If it's here naturally…there's no way to stop it."

"There's got to be a way. There's got to be a way. John will know what to do." They got up and left the room. When they got to Johns room. He was gone.

John entered a boiler room with a duffel bag full of supplies. He walked to the middle of the room and sets the bag down, taking out a piece of chalk. With the chalk, he begins drawing a large symbol on the floor. When he finished John he lit some candle and began to speak in Latin. He used a knife to slice his hand open. When he is done speaking, he lights a match and threw it into a bowl, sending sparks shooting in the air for a moment. A second later, a janitor grabbed his shoulder.

"What the hell are you doing down here, buddy?"

"I can explain."

"Yeah? You're going to explain to security. Come on, you follow me." He began walking away. Smirking, John took out the Colt and raises it.

"Hey, how stupid do you think I am?" The janitor grinned and his eyes change to yellow.

"Do you really want an honest answer to that? I'm surprised. I took you for a lot of things, but suicidal wasn't one of them."

"I could always shoot you."

"You could always miss, and you've only got one try, don't ya? Did you really think you could trap me?"

"Oh, I don't want to trap you, I want to make a deal.

"It's very unseemly, making deals with devils. How do I know this isn't just another trick?"

"It's no trick. I will give you the Colt and the bullet. But you got to help Dean. You got to bring him back."

"Why, John, you're a sentimentalist. If only your boys knew how much their daddy loved them."

"It's a good trade. You care a hell of a lot more about this gun than you do Dean."

"Don't be so sure. He killed some people very special to me. But still, you're right, he isn't much of a threat, And neither is your other son, of course. But that Trish……..she could be a pain in the ass but man Deans a lucky man. But back to Sam, You know the truth, right? About Sammy and the other children?

"Yeah. I've known for a while"

"But Sam doesn't, does he? You've been playing dumb."

"Can you bring Dean back? Yes or no?"

"No. But I know someone who can. It's not a problem."

"Good, And before I give you the gun, I'm going to want to make sure that Dean's okay. With my own eyes."

"Oh, John, I'm offended. Don't you trust me?"

"So we have a deal?"

"No, John, not yet. You still need to sweeten the pot."

"With what?"

"There's something else I want. As much as that gun…… maybe more."

"I wont give her to you"

"Fine then Dean dies" He started to walk away

"Wait…………take me"

"Are you giving up your own life for her or Dean"

"Both….do we have a deal?"

Dean watched as Sam and Trish entered and sat next to his body on the bed.

"Hey. So, Dad wasn't in his room, But I got Dad's journal, so who knows? Maybe there's something in here.

"Thanks for not giving up on me, you guys." As Sam turned to the page on reapers, Dean begins reading and noticed something. " Son of a bitch. Dean walked down to Tessa's room and found her sitting calmly on her bed. She was no longer in hospital pajamas, but she was dressed in a very nice outfit.

"Hi, Dean."

"You know, you read the most interesting things. For example, did you know that reapers can alter human perception? I sure didn't. Basically, they can make themselves appear however they want. Like, say…a pretty girl. You're much prettier than the last reaper I met."

"I was wondering when you'd figure it out."

"I should've known. That whole "accepting fate" rap of yours was far too laidback for a dead chick. But you know, the mother and the body……. I'm still tryingto figure that one out."

"It's my sandbox. I can make you see whatever I want."

"What is this, like, a turn-on for you? Huh? Toying with me?"

"You didn't give me much choice. You saw my true form and you flipped out -- kind of hurts a girl's feelings. This was the only way I could get you to talk to me."

"Okay, fine. We're talking. What the hell do you want to talk about?"

"How death is nothing to fear, It's your time to go, Dean, And you're living on borrowed time already."

"Look, I'm sure you've heard this before…but you've got to make an exception. You've got to cut me a break."

"Stage three….bargaining."

"I'm serious. My family's in danger. See, we're kind of in the middle of this…war. And they need me."

"The fight's over."

"No, it isn't."

"It is for you. Dean, you're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave, victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them."

"My brother and Trish…….they could die without me."

"Maybe they will. Maybe they won't. Nothing you can do about it, It's an honorable death……. a warrior's death."

"I think I'll pass on the seventy-two virgins, thanks, I'm pretty happy with my one non virgin."

"That's funny. You're very cute."

"There's no such thing as an honorable death. I mean, my corpse is going to rot in the ground and my family is going to die…….No. I'm not going with you. I don't care what you do."

"Well…like you said, there's always a choice. I can't make you come with me. But you're not getting back in your body. And that's just facts. So yes, you can stay. You'll stay here for years, disembodied, scared. And over the decades, it'll probably drive you mad. Maybe you'll even get violent."

"What are you saying?"

"Dean…how do you think angry spirits are born? They can't let go, and they can't move on. And you're about to become one ….. the same thing you hunt."

"It's time to put the pain behind you."

"And go where?"

"Sorry. I can't give away the big punch line, Moment of truth. No changing your mind later. So what's it going to?"

Before he could speak, the lights in the room began flickering. They get up off the bed.

"What are you doing that for?"

"I'm not doing it." Suddenly, an enormous cloud of black smoke began to come through the air vent.]

"What the hell?"

"You can't do this! Get away!"

"What's happening?!" Tessa screamed as the smoke enters her mouth. When all of it is inside her, she turned to Dean, and her eyes are yellow.

"Today's your lucky day, kid." She moveed over to him and puts her hand on his head. He screamed, and in his own hospital room, he wakes up and begans gagging on the tube down his throat. Sam and Trish were shocked.

"Help! I need help!" Sam said and ran out of the room.

"I can't explain it. The edema's vanished. The internal contusions are healed. Your vitals are good. You've got some kind of angel watchin' over you." The doctor said and left the room. Trish was sitting beside Dean.

"So you said a reaper was after me?.How'd I ditch it?"

"You got me. Dean, you really don't remember anything?"

"No. Except this pit in my stomach. Sam, something's wrong." John entered and knocked on the door.

"How you feelin', dude?"

"Fine, I guess. I'm alive."

"That's what matters."

"Where were you last night?" Sam asked

"I had some things to take care of."

"Well, that's specific."

"Come on, Sam." Dean said

"Did you go after the demon?"


"You know, why don't I believe you right now?"

"Can we not fight? You know, half the time we're fighting, I don't know what we're fighting about. We're just butting heads. Sammy, I...I've made some mistakes. But I've always done the best I could. I just don't want to fight anymore, okay?"

Trish knew something was wrong and John need to talk to Dean.

"Hey Sam lets go get John some coffe or something" She kissed Deans head and walked out with Sam. John walked over to Dean and smiled.

"You know, when you were a kid…I'd come home from a hunt. And after what I'd seen, I'd be…I'd be wrecked. And you'd…come up to me, and you'd put your hand on my shoulder, and you'd look me in the eye, and you'd say, "It's okay, Dad….. Dean…I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"You shouldn't have had to say that to me. I should've been saying that to you. You know, I put…I put too much on your shoulders, I made you grow up too fast. You took care of Sammy, you take care of Trish, and you took care of me. You did that. And you didn't complain, not once……..I just want you to know…that I am so proud of you.

"Is this really you talkin?"

"Yeah. Yeah, it's really me……….I want you to have this" John pulled a set of ring out of his pocket. "Theses were your mothers and I want you to have them. I have a feeling you may need them one day." Dean took the ring and looked at his dad.

"Why are you saying this stuff?" John moved closer to him and laid his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I want you to watch out for Sammy and Trish, okay?"

"Yeah, Dad, you know I will. You're scaring me."

"Don't be scared, Dean." He leaned down and whispers something to Dean "Save them and if you cant save them both…… mat have to kill Sam, keep Trish Safe." Dean looked up at his dad and was shocked. John smiled and left the room.

Sam and Trish were walking back with some coffee. They passed one of the rooms; they stopped in their tracks when he sees John on the floor. Sam ran in and Trish ran to get a doctor. Dean get up and walked to see them starting CPR.

"Okay, let's try again –- an amp of atropine."

"Come on." Dean Sam and Trish watched tearfully as the doctors try a few more times.

"Okay. Stop compression."

"Still no pulse."

"Okay, that's it, everybody. I'll call it, Time of death …….10:41 AM."

**So Season 2 has started. Review and let me know what you think please please : )**